#and light cant shine without darkness to fill

[the1trueanon]

so what if the Gods of Light and Dark weren't just two separate beings? what if they once were One? what if something happened -- someones happened -- and the two halves were ripped apart?

what if the two halves of this previous God finally met again? what if they discovered (and rediscovered) themself as they had been before? what if they discovered what they are now, with and without each other? what if they fell in love?

what if the God of Darkness is dying from the leftover wound of their long-ago severance? Draining and bleeding away until there's nothing left of her, just as the God of Light found her again? what if they can't put the two halves of the former God back together again? what if, with the help of a certain Doctor, they have to figure out how to stabilize and rebuild the God of Darkness, the way the God of Light was by those who took his half so long ago?

what if they run out of time?

(please note that these ideas have like. little to no actual ties to the Doctor Who canon or story. this is 95% just stuff in my head. an alternate universe if you will. this whole thing might entirely clash with the OG storyline of Doctor Who and Lux Imperator and the Pantheon but tbh i don't actually care, i'm enjoying this story idea far too much :3)

[southernimpala]

not anymore

summary: the aftermath of glenn and abraham leaves carl and y/n’s relationship in shambles.

pairing: carl grimes x female reader

a/n: first carl grimes post yayy, i love him so much and in my mind he lives on.

*read part 2 here*

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the house was quiet minus the occasional sniffle from carl and i. he was sat with his head in his hands on the leather sofa, his fingers lightly gripping his brown curls. i watched him carefully through blurry vision from behind the kitchen counter, supporting myself with my hands on the cold marble.

it was dark, the moon and a single saucer light in the kitchen shining as light.

it was so fucking quiet but my head had never been louder.

“so what are you saying?” i whispered, carefully watching my words.

he lifted his eyes for a moment until he brought his head back into his palms. he refused eye contact. “i don’t know what i’m saying.”

“you don’t love me anymore?” every word i spoke sent my stomach falling into my feet.

he didn’t answer. i didn’t know if that made it better or worse.

“jesus, carl, answer me-“

“i still love you,” he finally responded, his hand rubbing his face in stress. “of course i still love you.”

“then what’s wrong?” i pressed, a sudden urgency filling my veins. “why are we even having this conversation? why did you come home and suddenly act as if we’ve been fighting for weeks-“

“cause we have been, y/n!” his voice picked up now, throwing his hands in the air and standing up. he still hadn’t looked at me. “we have been fighting for weeks! we cant even look at each other without fighting! ever since glenn-“

“stop.” i cut him off, feeling my chest clench. “this wasn’t them, it wasn’t.”

but it was, and i knew it. the aftermath of glenn and abraham put a strain on the whole group, especially me and carl. we came home that morning, stumbling out of the RV and hadn’t been the same since. every time i looked at carl, all i saw were the tears streaming down his face and the reflection of glenn’s bloody skull in his eyes. i saw the black line drawn on carl’s left arm, and the axe raised in the air.

i looked at carl and i saw death.

i knew he felt the same.

“that day…” he started, taking a breath. “that day i had no other wish but to die. to keep you safe if that’s what it took. i couldn’t protect you from him and i don’t know if i can even try. i put you in danger by loving you.”

i shuddered a breath as the tears began to

clog my throat.

“that’s why i can’t love you, y/n. not anymore.”

“you act like that’s a choice you can make.” i choked out, a feeling of anger pushing forward. anger at the way he thought he could fool anyone who knew him.

“i can try.”

“BULLSHIT!” i snapped, slamming my hand against the cold counter and feeling it sting.

he buried his face in his hands and i could see his shoulders shaking. i felt my heart break then, knowing i wouldn’t be able to change his mind.

a sob broke its way through my throat, wet and rough, and i instantly regretted it because carl looked straight at my eyes and i felt myself sink deeper into the ground.

“don’t do this, carl…” i whispered, looking into his crystal blue eyes, a raging ocean encased in this beautiful human who i’d have to let go. i shook my head at him slowly.

“i’m going to get you killed,”

“then let me be killed knowing you loved me! isn’t that the best we can do?!”

“the best i can do is keep you alive.” he countered strongly. his voice was no longer broken or shaken, but determined.

i realized in that moment nothing could be done to change his mind, it had already been made up. carl was stubborn, too stubborn for his own good and he’d never be swayed by anyone, even me.

no words were spoken between us as we stared at the floor, drowning in the absence of each other. all i wanted in that moment was to touch him, to feel him under my skin and prove to me that he’s still real and he’s still here after everything that had happened. but he was taking that away from me and ripping my heart out along with it.

he inhaled a sharp breath, rubbing his hand on his face once more before he said, “it’d be best if you went to carol’s tonight.”

i swallowed harshly, nodding. at least he was right about one thing.

too tired to argue further, i walked past him and to the front door. he kept his head bowed, not looking at me. i could sense the tension as i barely grazed his shoulder, walking so fast i barely registered the soft material of his flannel on my skin. i paused in front of the door, gripping the handle and hoping he’d call out my name and beg me to stay.

but he didn’t. and i turned around to see his eyes were still trained on the floor, back turned. i felt the cold air envelop me and i slammed the door shut, reverberating and practically shaking the house. i sucked in a breath and pushed forward to the blue house a few doors down.

i knocked wearily, feeling my knees begin to wobble as the effects of what had just transpired hit me. suddenly i was a mess on the porch, breathing erratically as i tried to process what just happened. but, when i saw carols face when she opened the door, concerned at my state of being, i lost it.

she carried me into the house and let me sob my way through the story. she held me while i cried and laid me down once i had fallen asleep in her grasp, eyes crusted shut with tried tears, cheeks red, and lips swollen.

i dreamt that night of glenn.

———

in the morning i woke to the smell of toast and eggs. my stomach growled harshly and i realized i hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

i gripped the banister on my way downstairs, being created with carol’s sympathetic smile. i sat down on the island counter as she pushed a plate of breakfast in front of me.

“i’m leaving for hilltop today.” i announced suddenly. her back was turned to me but i could sense the blank stare that must’ve washed over her. the sizzle of the pan of eggs on the stove top was the only sound heard for a moment.

then, she continued tussling the eggs in the pan, continuing on as if i hadn’t said anything. “it’s dangerous.”

“maggie needs me.” i answered simply.

“she’d feel much better if you stayed here. safe, with rick.”

i took a small bite of my toast, “she knows i can take care of myself. i should’ve gone with her and sasha right after…” i let my voice drift on, knowing i didn’t have to be specific. “i need to do this for her. for me. i cant stay here, carol, i can’t. not anymore.”

carol turned around at that, pouring her own eggs onto a plate. “well, i’m not going to stop you.” she said, taking a bite, “but i don’t think you should go alone.”

“i don’t need a babysitter,” i mumbled, beginning to lose my appetite. “im going by myself and that’s final.”

———

i opened the front door to the grimes’ home we shared cautiously. i anticipated to see carl in the front room with judith, as he always was, but to my surprise it was rick instead.

he was sat on the couch while judith babbled and played on the floor. his eyes were tired and lost, his face sunken with grief. he turned to look at me walking in and gave me the same, sympathetic smile i had gotten from carol.

i stood awkwardly in front of the door, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“he told you didn’t he.” i mumbled, not even being able to bring myself to say his name.

“no,” his voice was rough as he spoke, “i heard him last night crying in his room, after you’d left. and i knew.”

i felt my heart clench and my nose begin to sting. i nodded slowly, knowing i wouldn’t be able to choke out words i so desperately wanted to say.

“im going to hilltop today. only carol knows. i came to grab my stuff.”

his eyebrows furrowed at me and once i saw the disapproving look i spoke fast.

“i can make it there.” i promised, “we need each other.”

rick knew exactly who i was referring to and suddenly the look of disapproval vanished from his face. he nodded at me slowly, accepting the fact that this battle would be one he lost in trying to keep me here. he turned to judith and i took that as my cue to head upstairs.

“carl is at the armory, but he should be back soon,” i heard rick say, “i suggest you leave before he gets back, for both of your sakes.”

i didn’t answer, only continued up the steps. i didn’t want to see carl because i knew if he begged me to stay i would. it hurts knowing i perhaps don’t have that same control over him.

pushing open his door and revealing his room, our room was harder than i had imagined. i wanted to be out quickly, without hassle. i went through drawers, grabbing my things, stuffing them into the two duffel bags i had underneath our bed.

my heart dropped when i heard the front door open and close. i hadn’t been quick enough.

“where is she?” i heard his voice from downstairs and it motivated me to work quicker.

i managed to close the zipper on the second duffle bag but when i turned to the door i almost fainted. carl stood there with his arms hanging limp at his side, a blank stare on his face as he watched me pack my life away.

we stood facing each other for a long time. i stressed another fight, perhaps a bigger blowout than the last, but i looked into his sad, tired eyes and realized there wouldn’t be any fighting between us.

“how did you know i was here,” i mumbled.

“i went to carol’s looking for you. she told me you were leaving for hilltop.” his face scrunched up in disgust at his own words, as if just the thought of me leaving left a sour taste in his mouth.

“i am.” i said, voice feeble in an attempt to remain confident.

he shook his head slowly as tears began to rise up in his eyes. “don’t, y/n.”

“why not?” i pushed, crossing my arms over my chest. “why wouldn’t i leave? what’s left for me here?”

he didn’t answer.

“you let me go last night.” i stabilized my voice a bit, straightening my back to make myself look stronger as i spoke the words. “you can let me go again.”

“is that what this is?” he questioned, “is this reckless stupidity to punish me for last night?”

i scoffed, rolling his eyes at his narcissism. “no,” i chuckled in disbelief.

“then why? because this is the first time i’ve heard about this from you. not once have you said you’ve wanted to go to hilltop.”

“why wouldn’t i go?” i asked rhetorically, “maggie’s there and i want to help her. i feel so… so useless here! like, nothing is going right in this godforsaken place and last night was the last thing i needed to set me off.”

his face suddenly paled, his eyes softening. words were stuck on the edge of his tongue and i could see in his expression he contemplated letting them spill over. “i wanted to talk about last night.”

i turned around at that, beginning to rustle with my bag to occupy my hands. to do something other than hear him talk. especially about last night.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you, you have no idea how hard it was for me, letting you go like that.”

i scoffed again, “you don’t even have a clue how i feel, carl, so don’t even try to sympathize with me.”

“i-“

“save it.” i spat, anger beginning to rise up my veins at the idea that he was about to pity me. “nothing you can say, nothing you think you can do to make it okay won’t keep me from-“

a loud bang on the front door shook me from finishing my sentence, both our eyes widening as carl ran out of the room and to the stairs.

“anyone home?” a booming voice spoke. i knew that voice.

carl, eyes still wide, turned to me in shock. i stood frozen, my hand still clutching the strap of my duffel bag filled with things.

“aww, you are a cutie-pie aren’t you! where’s your mommy, huh?”

at that, my blood ran cold.

judith was downstairs, by herself, with him.

without another moment of hesitation, carl was booking it down the stairs. i closely followed; forgetting our fued and any other reason why i would be angry in the first place. judith came first.

when i got to the bottom of the stairs carl was already in a staring match with negan as he held judith in his burly arms. the sight almost made me vomit. if he was capable of all he did that night, what was stopping him from harming a baby?

“well would you look what we have here,” he smiled his wicked smile. “i remember you,” he said, pointing at me.

“give me the baby,” carl demanded, his eye narrow. i wouldn’t have wanted to be on the receiving end of his glare.

negan chuckled, “and why would i do that? she’s so precious, i don’t think i’ll ever let her go.”

i felt my eyes sting when he lifted her up higher, examining her small, angelic face with devil eyes.

“i’m not asking,” carl said confidently, his voice didn’t shake or tremble. surprisingly, he was calmer than me, and it was his sister. he kept his eyes trained on negan, never once allowing him to leave his hard gaze. “give her to me.”

negan looked between the two of us before letting out a large gasp, his eyes widening, “no fucking shit, pardon my french but, aren’t you two a little young…”

my cheeks flushed once i realized what he was implying. i slowly shook my head, staring at carl out of the corner of my eye. his eye narrowed further.

“that’s my sister.” he spat.

“this is rick’s baby girl?” negan bounced judith in his arms again, eliciting a small giggle from her. “wow! now it’s a grimes’ party!”

he eyed me up and down, “sweetheart,” he beckoned me to take the baby, and without question i stepped up, carefully taking her out of his grasp and into the safety of my arms. i let out a sigh of relief, smoothing her golden hair back.

i backed up to carl’s side again, keeping my arms strongly around judith’s small body. she twirled a strand of my brown hair around her stubby finger, giggling again.

ever so slightly, carl stepped in front of me, shielding judith and i from whatever this man could do.

“so, where’s rick?” negan asked as he began trodding around the room, picking up trinkets left in the house by the previous owners.

“not here,” carl answered stiffly. out of the corner of my eye, i saw his hand lightly graze over the top of his jeans. my heart pounded a little faster.

negan sighed disappointedly, “well, im gonna go look for him! in the meantime, a few of my men will be by here to collect half your shit for me to take! kapeesh?”

he walked over to me and patted judith’s back, getting sickenly close. i held my breath, attempting to shield my fear. “i’ll be back for you, sweetheart.”

a chill ran down my spine when judith giggled at the man’s words. it felt like i was holding that breath in all the way until the front door closed and i could breathe again.

suddenly, carl gripped my shoulders and forced me to face him. “take judith upstairs and stay there.”

boots crunching against gravel outside made my stomach drop, the sound getting closer as each second passed. i shook my head violently. “i’m not leaving you down here by yourself.”

“i’ll be fine, go upstairs. now!” he pushed me in the direction of the stairs, judith cooing. i suddenly felt the urge to tell him i loved him, to hold him and make sure he’s safe. i never wanted to leave his side.

i had barely made it up the stairs and out of sight by the time the men had opened the door and i heard carl already start with the spiteful comments. he’s gonna get himself killed.

i placed judith in her crib, cooing to her softly to make sure she was settled. i locked her door from the inside, stuffing the key in my back jean pocket and headed for the stairs. i peeked through the railings, watching carl argue with one of negan’s men while the other ransacked the kitchen.

“you said half!” carl growled, watching the men stuff cabinet after cabinet of food into a large bag.

“we’ll take as much as we want.” one of the men replied, his tone snark and condescending.

my eyes bulged when i saw carl turn around and raise his gun to the man in the kitchen. he cocked it, his finger edging the trigger. “put it back.”

at this, i ran downstairs to carl’s side, just in time for the man behind him to cock his gun, right at my head.

carl’s head turned, his face pale when he saw the cold metal pressed up against my head, and the man’s strong arm around my torso.

“put the gun down, kid.” the man with the gun to me demanded. carl didn’t budge.

“carl…” i whispered carefully, my heart thumping in my ears loud enough to the point where i could barely hear myself talk aloud. “put it down…”

he stood there for a moment, his hand holding the gun beginning to shake as his pupil turned into a devilish slit to the man threatening my life. after what felt like hours, he finally lowered the gun, and i let out a sigh of relief when the metal left my hair.

we watched in distraught as they picked apart every inch of our home. luckily, we were able to keep him from going upstairs, and they left without another word to either of us. as the front door slammed shut i was pulled harshly into carl’s arms, his whole body shaking in rage.

his grip was tight and constricting, as if the anger was flowing into the hug. i could barely get a breath out, and i felt him shakily let out a few of his own into my ear, his chin digging into the crevice between my neck and my shoulder.

i could feel his rage. it coursed through him like the blood in his veins. his brain pumped more thoughts of negan, his saviors, their wrath, and i felt him slip into his emotions.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice harsh, embrace still solid.

a tear dropped onto the warm skin of my shoulder, and by then i knew, everything he had said to me last night was nothing but a mistake.

i nodded against him, “i know.”

———

the rest of the day he didn’t let go of me, refused to. we laid in bed and i realized he was still thinking of this mornings’ events.

rick had come back an hour after the saviors left and panicked, asking about judith and if we were okay. he saw carl practically in tears from anger on the couch and me coddling his fragile ego.

he told us to stay in the house the rest of the day, and he’d be back to salvage whatever food he could find for dinner after our kitchen became nothing but a hollow, empty shell.

laying on carl’s chest, i drew patterns onto the grey of his shirt. we laid in silence, comfortable yet uncomfortable silence, until he broke it.

“today,” he started, his voice low, “when he had his gun up to your head, i realized something.”

i lifted my head slightly to look at him, his eye trained on the wall in front of us.

“you were about to die without me saying i love you today.” he sucked in a sharp breath, “and- and i realized i couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

he finally looked down to me, his eye glazed over, staring at my with a heartbreakingly beautiful gaze that told me everything i needed to know.

“carl-“

“if you still want to go to hilltop i wont stop you.” he continued, cutting me off, “but if they come there-“ his voice hitched, his chest tightening under me. “remember that even after what i said, i cant ever stop loving you, y/n.”

the tears that had been building in my eyes finally spilled over. i realized the extent of what we were all going through, what our reality is. that we don’t know if today is promised, more so than before we met the saviors. that humans are far more dangerous than any walker we’d ever come across.

we were all living on borrowed time, and at some point, we’d have to return it.

i buried my head in his warm chest and sobbed. sobbed for glenn, for abraham, for maggie, for judith, for me, for carl, for us together. i sobbed for what we’d never have again as far as it seemed.

safety.

“what are we gonna do,” the words tumbled out of my mouth deliriously, through snot and sobs.

he didn’t answer, but carl’s grip around me tightening, and the way his chest stuttered, answered for him when his throat had nothing to offer.

but then he spoke. low and menacing. he acquired a sort of vendetta he didn’t have the night prior. he wasn’t about to let me go for them. not anymore.

“we’re gonna make them pay.”

[bridgyrose]

It's gonna take some time for me to get used to your writing skills again after your several months long hiatus. But it's good to see that you're still an amazing writer.

Anyway, here's another prompt I'd like to request:

Weiss is caught riding on a flying broomstick. Turns out, she is actually a witch.

“Me riding a broomstick?” Weiss asked with a scoff. “Dont be absurd.” 

Nora pulled out her scroll and showed Weiss a picture she took. “Tell me that isnt you.” 

“It could be anyone.” 

“And the outlines of the glyphs holding the broom in flight?” 

Weiss shrugged. “Reflected light?” 

“Its the middle of the night during a new moon!” 

“I dont know, maybe someone was shining a light somewhere or someone was playing a prank with a drone. It could be anything.” 

“And I know what I saw.” Nora put her scroll away and started to walk off. “I’ll find out the truth and then you’ll have to tell me what’s going on.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and started to make her way back to her apartment. As long as it was just Nora, it wasnt likely to come back to bite her. Though if anyone else had seen her… 

“I thought you said you were going to be careful,” a black cat called out to her. “You cant let anyone see you-” 

“And no one did,” Weiss interrupted.

“Nora did.” 

“I didnt ask you, Cinder.” 

The cat walked behind a tree and a woman with black hair and amber eyes walked out on the other side. “You know *exactly* what’ll happen if anyone finds out about you.” 

“Burning, hanging, drowning… you keep telling me.” Weiss opened the door to her apartment and motioned for Cinder to walk inside. “But society is past that. And besides, its not like anyone’s going to believe that witches really exist.” 

“And as your familiar, I have to worry. Remember, my life is tied to yours now.” 

Weiss sighed and sat down, making a few motions with her fingers. A few candles lit with her quiet spell and started to fill the room with the smell of pumpkin. “As you keep saying. What I dont understand is why I cant just tell my friends about this. If I could tell them, then it’d be easier for me to do my rituals in peace.” 

Cinder sat down next to Weiss. “And if you tell them, you run the risk of them treating you as nothing more than a grimm.” 

Weiss went quiet and looked away from Cinder. It had been a thought that crossed her mind more than once. Monsters and grimm were synonymous as far as most of humanity was concerned, and things that werent understood were either monsters or miracles with a fine line that separated the two. 

Still, she hated leaving her friends in the dark. The nights she had to leave to perform rituals as her mother taught her, having to explain everything away as part of her semblance, skirting away from admitting to how she knew grimm were nearby… it’d all be easier if she could just tell them. “They arent like that.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Ruby’s kind and Blake… even when I was awful to her she gave me another chance. So I’m sure she’ll accept this.” 

“And how sure can you be about that?” Cinder asked. “Ruby’s a huntress, always going after whatever is deemed as a monster. Yang follows her without question. And when was the last time you spoke to Blake after graduating?” 

“They’ll understand-” 

“Understand all the lies?” Cinder smirked and put a finger under Weiss’s chin. “You remember how you felt when you thought Blake lied to you, dont you? Do you really want a repeat of that?” 

Weiss couldnt help but look into Cinder’s eyes as her chin was moved, a shiver running down her spine as the eyes looked more cat than human. She shook her head. “No, I dont.” 

Cinder leaned in for a kiss and purred as she spoke. “Then trust me when I tell you all I want to do is keep you safe. Your life is just as much mine as yours. And I’d hate to see it cut short.” 

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! Can you do ROR x makomo reader? Like they adopted and raised reader ever since she was really young and also help train her so she could participate in the final selection (they were against her participating at first because thay were worried for her) But how wil the ROR characters react to readers death? Like yk (getting her limbs ripped out n stuff) can you also make the ending were thay ruinite with readers spirit/ghost after her death? Thanks! (btw it's okay if you cant make this request)

VERY HEAVY angst/comfort

-They were against it, they all were- they knew the risks involved and knew that despite you working hard and training alongside them to prepare yourself, there was still a risk.

-You were adopted by your family years ago, and you had been a light in their lives, shining so brightly, filling them with warmth and days of laughter.

-As you grew, you gained the desire to help others in any way that you could, you wanted to do more for others, something your family did admire you for.

-However, this desire to help led you to something dangerous, joining the Demon Slayer Corps, as demons were a terrible threat to humanity, one that you were determined to help fight against.

-Your family tried to fight you on this, showing you other ways that you could help others, but you fought back, wanting to do this!

-While not liking it, the warriors in your family agreed to help you train, toughening you up and teaching you different combat skills, which you took, showing that you were indeed tougher than you looked.

-When the day of the Final Selection Exam arrived, your family saw you off with smiles, despite the worry that they felt, not wanting to lose their bright little light.

-They had been right, they should have never let you go, they should have fought harder to prevent you from doing this!!

-When a Corps member arrived at your home, a solemn look on her face, she told your family how you and the squad you had been with were attacked by demons, and there were no survivors.

-Your family was brought to the compound where they saw other families weeping over the bodies of those who had been killed.

-Nothing could have prepared them in seeing your body, or at least the pieces that they could find, as you had been ripped limb from limb by the demons, and some of your body parts were gone, most likely eaten by who attacked you.

-Many in your family was furious, wanting to blame the Corps for not doing more, while others were furious at themselves for not doing more to stop you, while others were in tears, seeing you gone, your light snuffed out.

-Their world grew dark without you in it, many isolating themselves, unable to handle their feelings on how badly they missed you, how they wished you were still with them.

-There were a few who, to avenge you, worked with the Demon Slayers and were able to take on Muzan, as even the strongest of demons couldn’t hold a candle to gods.

-Once the demons were eradicated, they all returned to Valhalla, unable to be in a place that reminded them so much of you, it hurt too much.

-However, when they arrived in Valhalla, they were surprised to see you there, waiting for them, as if you were watching them, seeing what they had been doing as you beamed brightly, “About time you guys came home!”

-Several voices shouted your name, running you down, taking you to the floor with their hugs, which made you laugh warmly, hugging them back as their little light had returned, just now as they were, spirits in Valhalla.

-You were together again. That’s all that mattered.

[enormities-writes]

imagina Alisha Daniels (misfits) with a fem!reader who’s power is immunity and them falling in love. really fluffy maybe? with a smidge of angst when reader finds out Alisha used her power on Curtis (cant remember which episode).

just a thought feel free to ignore this request.

Secrets | Alisha Daniels x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your trust in Alisha is tested after becoming closer to her.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, a whoooole lotta cursing, graphic descriptions of violence and gore, panic attack?/being horrified at dead people, not proofread, probably ooc everyone, kissing, everything in the show, crying, tried my best to sound British but I’ve never had beans on toast

Words: 8050

A/N: I got episodes 2 and 3 mixed up, oopsies. I'm so sorry this has taken so long; I have been so terribly busy. I don't remember writing like half of this, so I have no idea if it's good or not. I hope you guys like it.

To the person who made this request, thank you so much for making it, it makes me so truly happy. I'm so sorry this took so long.

Masterlist

Please do not copy or translate any of my work. Thank you!

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Some big guy called Tony could not seem to shut up. 

“There are people out there that think you're scum. You have an opportunity to show them they’re wrong.”

And it wasn’t like the guy with curly hair was any better. You don’t think a single person here has thanked him for his little comments. And yet when some guy threatens to stab him, he takes it as encouragement.

You sigh as a ringing cell phone brings you out of your thoughts. “Hi.” You look over and see a short girl with curly, bouncy hair talking into her cell phone. A thin pale belt cinches in the waist of her offending orange jumpsuit, and brightly colored bracelets sit on the skin of her wrist.

Her face adorns moles and freckles sporadically sprinkled, resembling constellations in the night sky. A sheer pink gloss is spread over her lips, shining and shifting in the light of the outside sun.

Voices overlap, a cacophony of sounds and noises coincide until one reaches above the rest. “What makes you think you’re better than us?” Was that even English?

The curly haired boy keeps egging everyone on and eventually Most Likely To Become a Murderer guy puts his hands on him, pushing and pulling on his jumpsuit with threats spewing from his lips so Tony is forced to cut in.

A loud laugh comes from the beautiful girl with fluffy hair, her mouth opened wide, teeth showing in a wide grin. Her eyes crinkle and squint from the force of her smile. The wind blows through her hair and carries the sound of joy within its breeze.

Later, you hold brushes slathered in white paint, gliding them along dark, metal benches. Most of you are painting without care, letting full droplets and trickles dry, making the surface imperfect and bumpy. The scent of wet paint fills the stale, dry air, making it feel as if your nose hairs are about to fry off.

Every once in a while, you’d look over to see the pretty girl, whom you now know as Alisha, to be talking with the runner guy. She’d give him a look over, admiring where his skin would stretch over large muscles, giggling with him, and batting her eyelashes.

You imagine the nights where it’s just you two, laughing and cuddling while drinking hot chocolate. The days when you would put together a picnic, her eyes turning golden in the sunshine. What would her soft skin feel like underneath your fingertips? What pet names would she call you? What would it feel like to wake up next to her every day, streaks of warm sunlight running through the curtains?

A sigh would leave your lips, and you’d get back to the task at hand. Feeling a gaze on you, you look up, finding icy blue eyes looking in your direction. 

He's been quiet this whole time, but his gaze is almost understanding. A look of warmth is in his frigid gaze, his brows and eyelids relaxed and empathetic. After a second of silent support, you both go back to the task at hand, looking back down as your hands move the handles of wet paint brushes.

Your mind races with thoughts of the beautiful girl. Every laugh she emits, every smile that feels warm and indescribably ethereal. But her eyes are staring at him, whoever the runner guy is. Who knows if she even likes other girls? What if she's straight? I guess it doesn't matter if she's only interested in him anyway.

You know you're being petty and salty over two people whom you don't even know, but who can blame you? She's gorgeous. Even so, you try to redirect your thoughts to the bench in front of you.

After minutes of agonizing boredom, Tony walks out of the building and starts nagging the group. Everyone gets up, observing a large, dark, shadowy black cloud in the sky. The tendrils reach down as if they’re trying to touch land. The swirls would be almost pretty if it weren’t for the sinking feeling in your stomach. The whole sense of your body is yelling at you to get away from the darkness.

The feeling is proven right when a large ball of ice crashes into an empty car just a few feet away.

Glass shatters, chunks and pieces flying in every direction as the metal of the hood becomes dented from the impact. The car rolls back, violently colliding with other cars adjacent to it. If anyone had been in that car, their skull would have undoubtedly been smashed in, and their brain would be mush, staining the fabric of the seats with the offending sludge.

The alarm goes off even though the top half of the car is unrepairable. The grating sound repeats over and over, piercing through the atmosphere. Screams echo out, mixing with it in a horrible song.

Another aggressive object flies down, hitting directly into the pond behind you all. Water splashes and flies, wetting whatever surface it lands on.

Black mist tendrils reach from the clouds, and your stomach churns at the sight, breath catching in your throat as the circumstances become dizzying.

More objects smash down all around you and Tony suggests getting inside. Everyone runs to the entrance, tennis shoes bounding down the concrete, legs burning to go faster as air escapes your lungs.

Screams ring out from every impact, some coming mere feet from your bodies, destroying anything they come in contact with.

Hundreds of objects rain down with unforeseen forces and even after going up all of the stairs to get to the double doors, Curtis finds them unwilling to open.

“Come on!” “Open the door!” “Come on! Open the fucking door!”

You fly back, lightning striking you all like lightning rods, the force pushing you up off the ground and into the air.

 Energy courses through your veins for a split second, almost unnoticeable except for the fact that you feel as if you're breathing clearly for the first time. Soaring through skies of freedom and power, the clouds caressing your body like the softest blankets you can get your hands on. The air rushing over your body, cold but refreshing.

The feeling is swiftly ended by the impact of crashing you onto your back, every ounce of air in your lungs punched out at the force as you lay on the concrete.

Little did you all know that this storm would change your lives forever.

You all sprint into an open room with the front doors, the fluorescent lights making your orange jumpsuits boring and desaturated. Shoes slam on the reflective surface of the ugly gray linoleum tile. 

Your heart is beating out of your chest, you can feel it pound in your ears, blood violently pumping through your heart.

A high pitched sound of rubber squeaking on the floor is heard right as you hear a grunt of impact, a person wearing an orange jumpsuit thudding on the tile. Your head whips over, eyes locking on Nathan laying down, presumably having just fallen. But your eyes are more interested in the deep red streaks and droplets decorating the gray tile, a puddle glistening under the corner of a just as gray locker.

The liquid stains Nathan's skin, running down every crease and crack, every wrinkle being moisturized by the horrid liquid.

His orange jumpsuit soaks it up, absorbing and soaking into the cotton or whatever cheap fabric they're made out of.

Your heartbeat sounds like a bass, each and every thump making nausea boil in your throat, your head feeling faint and light.

Thump

Your lungs greedily take in air, but it feels as if you’re not breathing at all, like your lungs are perpetually deflated, the oxygen passing through your nostrils thin and watered down. Your eyes are transfixed on the wetness leaking from under the hinges and gaps in the locker, the still spreading of it on the tile below.

Thump

“Is that blood?!” The chavs voice knocks you out of your trance, gaze frantically darting around the room.

Nathan darts up, horrified, gaze locked on his red hands. “Get it off of me!”

Everyone walks towards the locker with hesitant steps, one thought passing through you all. What's in the locker? Where is the blood coming from? No. Who is the blood coming from?

Your scan of the room is shaky, eyes searching for anything or anyone who can give you some type of support.

Alisha. Her lip wobbles, indentions being revealed on her chin. Her eyes shine with salty tears, they press up against the precipice of her waterline, so close to rushing over. Worried lines appear on her brow line. Her gaze locks with yours and the petrifying situation washes over you both. 

You thought that when you would look at her and she you, you would feel relief. You would feel reassured and comforted. 

But instead, you feel the need to make sure it’s she who’s feeling that way. You want her to find solace in your arms and to be able to know that everything is going to be okay. You want every ounce of doubt and worry to be washed away by your care. To sweep her hair out of her eye and cup her soft cheeks in your palms, even as hot tears roll down them. You want to be able to wipe the tears away, and for her cheeks to be dry once more, and for her to look at you like you’re everything she's ever needed.

Instead, the locker slams open under Curtis’s prying fingers.

Screams ring out and everyone immediately backs away from the body. It’s the guy with the cap from before. His head slumps forward and you all look at his pale, bloody body in silence.

It runs down from his ears, his jumpsuit soaked and sopping with the fluid. In some thin places, it’s already started to dry down, becoming flakey and patchy. His face is blank and completely relaxed, staring at the floor below.

A gasp leaves you, the stinging of tears start to gather on your waterline. Your feet move on their own accord, bringing you a few feet backwards in tiny, unrealized steps. Shaky breathing is emitted to your right.

Your blurry gaze slowly drags its way to look at Alisha. Her eyebrows press together as her hands cup around her mouth in mortification. Her eyes don't seem to waver from the body, transfixed on it like she can’t look away.

Her hands come down, her mouth agape and downturned. Her breathing is choppy and uncertain. Her hands shakily come down, and her back straightens, rigid.

The rest of them look at the body in morbid curiosity and fear. You pay them no mind, barely listening as your throat tightens. Alisha's tears glisten, her worry lines deepening.

“He’s going to kill us” she hiccups at the end, not being able to breathe properly.

“Shit, fuck.” Your air comes in and out in quick breaths. You turn away to the other wall, your back facing the scene. “Oh god,” You sharply take in a breath, your pulse racing. To your left, Curtis puts a hand on Alisha’s back to comfort her.

“Come on, don’t look at him.” He tries to console her, to no avail. His hand trails over, gently grasping her wrist.

His grip quickly turns aggressive, tightly squeezing her skin. He twists his wrist up, his hold on her never wavering. His back straightens, eyes going wide as if someone had shocked him or something.

But the next words that come out of his mouth are something that none of you could have ever expected.

“I’ve got to have sex with you right now.” 

What the actual fuck just came out of this mans mouth?

Veins bulged from his arm at the force with which he was gripping her. Your head snaps over, looking at the scene in front of you. “You’re so beautiful.” Her face contorts into a disgusted expression, and she tries to pull away from his advances. Her body leans backwards, her arms jerking at the force of trying to get his hands off of her. 

Your body moves without you thinking, hands coming up and gently gripping her forearm whilst harshly gripping down on his will all of your strength. You shove him with your shoulder, releasing both of their wrists once he’s backed off. You position yourself between them, your back to her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You have no fucking right, arsehole.”

Your hands come up, pushing against his chest once more, feeling his muscles and skin jerk backwards. He stumbles, his shoes squeaking on the tiled floor. 

“What?” His eyes are still wide but more confused than before, his mouth wide. Overall, he has a stupid expression on his face.

A light hand touches your shoulder for a second and you look over, she's standing right beside you now. Her hand lifts with swiftness, throwing a harsh slap his way. His hand catches her wrist once more and he grips down again.

“You’re so hot! I’m gonna bone you! I’m gonna shag you senseless!” They push at each other, fighting for control.

You push him back, kicking a leg up as hard as you can right in between his legs. “Get off of her you psycho.”

His figure crumbles to the ground, hands cupping the source for his pain as if it's going to lessen anything. “What did I do?” HIs voice comes out hoarse and strained.

“You said you were gonna shag ‘er”

“You were getting your chap out!”

He groans in response.

“It’s when you were touching her.”

We all look around confused.

“Yeah but nothin’ happened with her.” Kelly rings out gesturing to you. 

“Well no but-”

Alisha's eyebrows furrow, her hands shaking as she raises them to examine them as if there's some hidden key on her skin. She brings out her hands flat, bringing one to Simon's neck and one to your arm.

He immediately seizes up, eyes wide and mouth opening as wide as it can. Black veins run up his neck and all of his muscles tense.

You watch, a frown tugging your lips downwards as his eyes redirect themselves to hers. Whatever the fuck is happening to him does not seem to be happening to you whatsoever.

“I’m so hard for you. I want to rip off your clothes and piss on your tits.” She snatches her hand back, disgusted and panicked. 

All of his muscles go limp the second there's no skin to skin contact between them, his body thumping on the floor. 

Her eyes sweep over to you again, taking her hand off your neck. Even though the touch was tentative and Simon was acting fuckin weird, you savor the warmth of her touch. Even with her hand removed, you can remember the feeling of the soft pads of her fingertips.

“What the fuck is happening?” Her voice trembles, as she looks down at her hands, eyebrows curving up at the center, lines rippling up her forehead.

Long story short, you all may or may not have been forced to bury the probation officer and the hat kid. Jesus, it was disgusting. The cold of their pale skin, the dried blood, the bits of brain and gray matter, it was enough to make bile rise in your throat.

Dread. The feeling pulses through your body, all-consuming and repulsive. You had just spent hours digging through tough dirt to make a hole deep enough for two bodies. Two people's lives who’d been taken from them. Sure, Tony completely deserved it because of the crazy shit he had pulled and the hat guy was a prick, but they didn’t deserve to breathe their last breath today.

What would their families and loved ones feel? What if, for the rest of your life, you wake up in a cold sweat, reliving the experience? What if you get caught?

You’d be put in prison. Everyone would think you’re a murderer. You having to participate in community service and getting arrested was bad enough, imagine people looking on in disgust, thinking you did unthinkable things to someone. A son, a future husband, a future father. Their futures were completely ripped away from them.

Oh yeah, and you all have stupid fucking “super powers” Nathan compared you to the Avengers or some shit but in reality, the situation didn’t seem as peachy as it sounds.

Curtis could time travel, Simon could turn invisible, Kelly could read minds, Alisha could make people… horny? And you and Nathan had jack shit. Well, the only thing you could do was touch Alisha, which was a massive plus. Kelly also couldn't read your mind, and you could see Simon while he was “invisible”. A small part of you still kinda thinks they’re all just playing a trick on you, but you can’t prove it. But that small thought was overshadowed by the amount of evidence that the storm really did give you all powers.

As the days went on, you could see everybody struggling. Curtis was grieving his old life as a runner, Simon just wanted a friend, which asshole Nathan couldn’t help making fun of. Kelly had to deal with everyone's thoughts, and Nathan had to deal with having no power and the whole thing with his stepdad  the guy who lives with his mum. Meanwhile, Alisha seemed to be having the time of her life. She was even flirting with this stupid guy who works at the community service center.

But, she was also getting closer to you. And a bit of that time was also spent flirting with you, much to your surprise.

She was fascinated by the fact that her touch did nothing to you. You’d hang out while doing community service and would play with each other's hands, seeing if, at any point, her skin on yours would make you do something. Once you both found out it did literally nothing, she liked the feeling of having someone else's fingers intertwined with hers without their grip tightening and filth spewing from their mouth.

A heap of clothing is piled in the main open space, next to the front entrance to the building.

“Hey, look.” Alisha holds up a black hoodie with fake fur surrounding the opening for the hood. “Ew,” You look at it, disgusted and confused about who would buy such a piece of clothing. The fur is grimey to the touch but clean, the fur having matted down with washes.

Your grossed out faces look at each other before giggles emit from your mouths, filling the air as smiles form on your lips.

The others try on clothes as she takes an item of clothing, whipping it at you. Laughs ring out, and after a minute, you push her onto the piles of clothes. Her body is caught by the massive pile, creating a big cushion.

Her mouth drops open, as if you have a massive audacity to do such a thing. Her face becomes mischievous as she grabs your wrist, pulling it, the force sending your center of balance off, making you fly forward to the clothes in front of you. You squeal at the unexpected revenge and land face-first on the pile.

She cackles, throwing her head back. You prop yourself up on your elbows, trying to look offended despite the unavoidable smile growing on your face.

“How dare you?!” She laughs harder at your comment, her arms wrapped around her stomach as if she has to brace herself for the force of it.

“You started it!”

You continue sifting through clothes, though half of your time is spent joking at some of the heinous shit in the pile and trying on some stuff for shits and giggles. Nathan tries to make you guys guess whoever the fuck he’s trying to impersonate with goggles on his head.

“All right, all right. I’ll give you a hint. I’m an annoying cunt.” He holds his hands out at his sides whilst he sits on the clothes, waiting for the answer to magically pop into everyone's heads. Instead, he gets a comment from Alisha.

“Yeah, we know that.”

You nod, agreeing with her.

He decides to brush it off, waiting for recognition to wash over anyone's face. “I’m Bono!” Your head tilts to the side. “Who the fuck-” One of the front doors to the building slams open, the new girl worker, Sally, dragging a girl with a hat with her. 

All heads snap over at the sound, wondering who the girl with a hat is. “Who’s that?” “It’s the girl I had a fight with,” Kelly answers. “I’ve got some restorative justice bollocks with her.”

After Kelly gets up to go see what Sally wants with her and the girl she fought, Alisha holds up a white and pink polka dot dress up to herself.

“Cute.” The comment you give makes her have a bashful and big smile, holding her head down to try and hide it.

The worker guy from before, you cannot remember his name for the life of you, walks past, his attention being caught by Alisha. “Suits you.” He tries to flirt, a smug ass smile on his stupid little face.

As you roll your eyes, Alisha's smile widens, feeling good about herself. 

As time passes by, almost everyone wanders off to do God knows what. The only people left “working” are you and Nathan (you more so than whatever he's doing. Kelly got pissed off and left, Alisha and Curtis are doing whatever they're doing, and you don’t think Simons helped sort clothes all day. You saw him in the locker room earlier, and when you raised an eyebrow at him, he shook his head.

After getting bored and starting to get a headache from Nathan, you wander the halls. You turn a corner, seeing Alisha exit the locker room. The new I-don’t-know-your-name-guy is down the hall with his clipboard. 

Alisha wipes her cheeks, and you grow increasingly concerned, your pace quickening to get to her. “Hey, are you okay?” She looks almost ashamed as she looks at you. Her answer comes off quick, maybe a reflex. “Fine.” 

“Yeah, you seem fine.” She glares at you as you come to a stop in front of her. Your hands reach up slowly, giving her the chance to push them away if she wants to. 

Instead, she simply looks at you as your fingers gently wipe away the wet tears staining her cheeks. Your touch lingers on her soft cheeks, and when you pull them away, she still feels the lingering warmth from your touch.

“Well, you can always talk to me about anything. And if anyone makes you cry, I’ll kill ‘em.” She cracks a smile.

“No, I’m serious. I’ll stab the bastard.” The smile takes over, her head ducking a little before going back up. “Shut up.” “It’s the truth!” Your hands come up in a defensive motion, and she takes one, dragging you along the hall with a smile on her face, her inner turmoil temporarily forgotten.

You all had to help host a little dance for senior citizens. It was a cute room and atmosphere. Dance lights shine circles all round as music fills the room. Grandmas and grandads eat the catered food and dance, wrinkly and undeniably adorable.

The whole day you’ve had this old deaf lady talk her ear off about her grandkids to you. At Least you all got to wear your regular clothes. And Alisha looked gorgeous, as usual.

Speaking of Alisha, she barely gives Curtis a second glance the whole day. You both catch each other's gaze, and you try to get away from the older woman to talk to her, but apparently, you look like Edna’s great-granddaughter.

Alisha sulks, disappointed she can’t dance with any of the older men or women, so she stays in one of the chairs, sipping the punch in a little cup from the snack table.

You can’t help but stare, your heart aches at the sadness in her eyes, but Sally, the new probation worker, is basically breathing down your neck, watching every interaction you have.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Edna's words break you out of your trance. “I- we- what?” 

“I remember when I used to look at my William would look at me like that. After he came back from the war, he wouldn’t take his eyes off of me.” She sighs wistfully.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” You try to gently explain, not wanting to sadden her or anything. “Not yet.” She smiles knowingly, nodding her head slowly.

“Go. I’m not getting any younger.” A chuckle escapes through your lips. “Thank you, Edna.” “You're welcome, now go. Go!” Her hands usher you in Alisha's direction, and you get up, walking over to the girl you’ve been thinking about since community service ended yesterday.

Her head is down, gazing at the punch cup in her hand. She wears a pink, and orange dress, different kinds of stripes decorating the white fabric. A black belt cinches in the waist and black capri leggings cover her legs. Her signature hoops hang from her ears and the right side of her hair is pinned back.

“You okay?” You speak softly, not wanting to upset or startle her. Her head rises and her sad eyes gain a twinkle at hearing it’s you who's bothering her.

“Yeah.” You raise an eyebrow and she sighs, her whole body moving with the heavy exhale. “It’s just… I wish I could do normal things like dance with senior citizens without everybody wantin’ to shag me. I tried to dance with this old man and-” She cuts herself off, her head lowering as she sighs again.

You bring your hands out, cupping her cheeks in your hands, making her look at you. Her eyebrows curve upwards, eyes glossy. Your hands glide across her cheeks, slowly down her neck, to settle on her shoulders. They softly and intimately squeeze and rub them, the muscles completely relaxing in your hold.

She immediately feels comforted, the borderline massage and the loving look in her eyes making her feel soothed and seen.

Your mouth opens to say something as Sally strolls over, an elderly man in tow. “A-” “Hey, could you dance with Tom here? He’s been asking.” Her gaze is obviously directed towards Alisha, but your brain works fast as Alisha's brain freezes, not knowing how to get out of it. 

“Sure, I’ll dance with you. You pull away from Alisha and although she misses your skin on hers, she’s relieved the pressure has been taken off her.

You take Tom's hand, leading him to the dance floor as Sally follows, trying to correct your mistake. “Oh, I actually think Tom wanted to dance with-” “I love this song! Come on!” Your voice overpowers hers, and she gives up on trying to explain, going back to observing some of the others.

After you are all forced to help clean up, you and Alisha are roped into stacking some chairs before their use again tomorrow.

“I trust you too to wrap this up in a couple of minutes?” Sally's eyebrows are raised authoritatively, treating you like children. “Mhm”

She leaves, leaving the hollow and echoey sounds of you two stacking the last few chairs still out.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to dance today.” She glances up from the chair, she places it down on the stack. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Was busy sitting down and talking to Gloria.” “...Isn’t she mute?” Alisha shrugs, trying to brush off the situation.

After the last chair is stacked, her voice echoes out in the space. “Is it too late?” “Too late to what?” She looks almost nervous. Usually, she looks so confident and sure of herself, but recently, she’s started to shrink in on herself. “To dance?”

Her powers aren't as fun as she first thought they would be. She thought she would want nothing more than for everyone to desire her and think she's beautiful. She had no idea how horrible it was to never touch anyone ever again.

You being immune to her powers, your humor, the way you look at her, your wonderful smile, she could go on for hours about all the qualities she liked about you. She was attracted to you the second she met you. The immunity thing just gave her a little push.

“Of course it isn't too late.” Your voice comes out soft, betraying your adoration to the idea. Your eyes soften as you look at her and you walk away from her. 

Your response mixed with your actions confuses her until she realizes you’re walking towards the little boombox on the snacks table. Its handle is pointing upwards, and as you push a button on the front of it, the CD inside plays slow music through the speakers.

You turn back to her, walking in slow steps towards her figure in the warm, dim lighting. Her hands are clasped behind her back, but as you get close, she brings them in front of her, reaching towards you. 

She rests her palms on her shoulders, her fingers wrapping around your shoulders. Your hands tentatively come up, brushing against her hips. After a few seconds, you swallow, gathering up the nerve to comfortably hold them and bring her a little closer to you. 

You sway slowly to the music, bodies moving leisurely as you both stare into each other's eyes. Her hazel eyes seem to sparkle in the light, stars dancing in them.

You don’t even realize you are both inching forward until her warm breath mingles with yours. Her arms are wrapped around your neck as you wrap yours around her back, slowly rubbing up and down the surface.

Her eyes flutter, trying to focus on you, but her focus switches between your lips and your eyes. Your breathing hitches, becoming a little irregular at the thought of your lips meeting. But before you can lean in yourself, her eyes close, and her face surges forward.

Your mouths lock into a sweet kiss. The taste of artificial strawberry from her lip gloss invades your senses as you gently suck on her bottom lip.

Her hand caresses the back of your neck, bringing you further into her hold, not wanting to let go just yet.

You disconnect your lips for a split second before reconnecting them again. Your lips click together briefly as you feel her sigh against you, meeting you in the middle once more. 

The pads of her fingers move with her hold, now brushing your cheeks, her palms perfectly cupping them in her grasp.

Her nose digs into your cheek but you wouldn’t stop it for the world. The kisses are sickly sweet, just like her. They’re chaste, something she didn’t know she’d been missing for so long. It’s filled with something neither of you can admit to yet, something you don’t even realize in the moment. A single word that the two of you will tell each other one day when you’re safe and happy and something that will the uttered for every day afterwards.

Your fingertips dance absentmindedly, tracing slow, random shapes into the clothing on her back. She can feel it all the same through the layers of thread and fabric.

Her breath runs out all too soon, and although she wishes she could kiss you for eternity, she pulls away. Her eyes search yours, trying to find something. As you rest your forehead on hers, she seems satisfied she’s found it.

Your breath mingles with hers as you both lightly pant, completely forgetting the music you decided to dance to, forgetting where you are, forgetting the task at hand. The only thing on your mind is her. The rest of the world has fallen away, lacking greatly in comparison to the woman in front of you.

Neither of you says anything. Nothing needs to be said. The silence is nice and comforting as it fills the air, mixed with the light song the boombox is playing. There's a silent understanding in your gazes, and just as the moment builds up to something, something neither of you can explain, the sound of someone clearing their throat brings you both out of the moment immediately.

Pulling away from her completely is like trying to swim through molasses. You have to force your eyes to look over, not wanting to ruin the moment with the most gorgeous, amazing girl you’ve ever met.

“I told you to stack chairs, not snog. Off to the locker room you go to get your stuff. And you better not do anything stupid in there, I’ll give you five minutes.” Sally stands with her arms crossed, her voice strict but light and understanding. She walks off, her shoes tapping on the floor below. It seems like she turned off the boombox, and neither of you noticed, the music having ended just a minute ago. 

There's something unsaid in the air, tension undeniable but not uncomfortable. When you turn your head, she's already looking at you and you hold your hand out, waiting to see her reaction. And still sitting in the silence of the room, she intertwines her fingers with yours and you both walk down the gray hallway towards the locker room. The boring gray is almost brighter, but completely overshadowed by the vibrant girl beside you.

A few days later, you walk into the community service building, the familiar gray walls and floor being ignored as you excitedly go to the locker room to hopefully see Alisha. You push open the door, slightly disappointed as you are met with Simon and Nathan. Simon freezes in his place as he zips up the last of his jumpsuit, and Nathan's mouth widens in a wince.

Your step stutters at their reactions and you make your way inside. “What?” 

Nathan's shoes are off, but he's otherwise in his normal clothes, and he takes off his jacket, avoiding your gaze, pretending to stare at the wall and ceiling. “Nothin’! Nothin’ at all.” “What were you guys talking about?” You’re suspicious as you look at Simon, and his eyes widen. Knowing he’s about to crack, Nathan wraps an arm around his shoulders. “Oh, ya know. Talkin’ about how Simons’ a pedophile.”

Simon turned, a glare on his face as he jabbed his elbow into Nathan, making him pull away. “Ow! What?!” Kelly walks in and stops in the doorway, looking directly at the duo. They freeze, and as you look over at her entrance, Nathan moves a flat hand in front of his neck, waving it back and forth in a “don't” motion.

“She didn’t. Does she-” She cuts herself off and bites her lip, looking at you.

The whole day had been super weird but you and Alisha are as good as ever. The past few days have felt like a dream but it felt a little weird, there was always a heavy weight in her gaze, words constantly at the tip of her tongue. 

You walk back to the others after getting a Coke from the vending machine and hear whispering. Kelly’s unmistakable accent immediately catches your attention, and the feminine, beautiful voice of Alisha whispers back. “No! It’ll ruin everything! We haven't even gone on a date yet!” “You tell ‘er or I will.”

Thoughts swim in your head as you try to piece together the puzzle of their conversation. You walk further, intentionally making your steps a little harder, and they stop whispering just before you walk around the corner. 

After everyone has gone home, you and Alisha walk in the general direction of your flats. You’ve been doing this recently. Walking until you have to split off to get to your destinations.

You bite your lip and your hand shakes a little as you stop walking. She immediately looks back at you, stopping in her step. “Would you like to go out with me? To the movies or to get dinner or something?” 

Her light eyes light up at the notion before her shoulders quickly deflate. “It’s okay if not. I understand.” The disappointment fills your voice, even with the effort you try to make to mask it.

“No, of course I would love to. It’s just..” Her tongue swipes across her lips, wetting them in a nervous gesture. “I haven’t been completely truthful.” After a few seconds of silence, she panics. “I mean, it’s not like I've been completely lying to you. It’s not like we were together or anything, just.. I’m sorry.” 

“What is it?” 

“Before we kissed, I touched Curtis.” You shrug, not realizing the meaning behind her words. “Well, yeah, you touched Simon, too.” 

She sighs, not quite knowing how to get the words out. Her eyes squeeze shut before opening, not wanting to say it. “No. I shagged Curtis. The day we sorted clothes and I came out of the locker room cryin’, we had sex.” 

The corners of your mouth lift the tiniest bit, waiting for her to laugh and say it was a prank or something. A tiny, confused chuckle passed through your lips. When you notice she isn’t smiling and a pained look is on her face, your smile drops and her heart drops with it.

“What?” The word is barely louder than a whisper. 

“I didn’t- If I had known that we’d-” “You fucked Curtis?” 

…

Tears fill her eyes, making them shine in the sunlight as a heavy pressure forms in the back of your throat. “I’m sorry. We hadn’t started anything yet, and it was one time, I swear.” Her words come out panicked and fast, trying to make the situation any better.

“If I had known what would happen with us, I never would’ve even thought- I- I basically raped him. He said that he didn’t remember anything afterwards, so he was basically unconscious. If I had known- If- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her hand comes up to cover her mouth, her face almost mortified. 

Her breaths come out fast, her hiccups interrupting her speech. Tears race down her cheeks as tears well up in your own. “Please. Curtis and I talked it out, and I’ll never- We will never do it again. Please.”

You bring her into a hug, your arms wrapping around her as she buries her head into you. Your lip trembles as tears stream down your face. After a few seconds, you pull away.

“Get home safe.” The words are wobbly and finalized and the look in her eyes is scared. “Wait, no.” “I'll see you later” You sniffle, walking another way to get to your flat as she stands in the spot. “No, please. I’m sorry, I swear.”

You thank whatever God blessed you so you could cry in peace without having to go to community service for the weekend. You wallow in your apartment, your eyelids swollen and puffy as your tear ducts work overtime. 

Not too long ago, Kelly showed up at your door, a bag of ice cream in her hand. 

“I don’t even know why I’m so upset. We weren't even together. Fuck, we technically aren't even together now.” You bring another spoonful of ice cream to your mouth. “Because it’s still shit. They shag and not too long after, you guys are doin’ couple stuff.

You sigh. Her thick accent fills the soft, warm silence of your living room as you both stare at your ice cream, occasionally lifting the spoon to your mouth to taste the sweet flavor. “If it makes you feel better, she’s crushed. I think the second it happened with Curtis, she regretted it. She definitely feels bad, I heard it in ‘er head.”

You sniffle. “Why would that make me feel better?” She shrugs. “It’s nice to know what the other person is thinking.” “It's just.. I hate that it happened, but she didn’t cheat, and I know she feels horrible. Like, what am I supposed to feel? And she said she thought she basically accidentally SA’d him. She must feel like shit.” “She does. But they worked it out and he reassured her that he wanted it beforehand, so it's a little better now.” “Good.”

Silence fills the space. “I know I'm gonna forgive her, it just sucks.” “Yeah.”

“How does she make you feel? I can’t hear your thoughts so I got no clue what your thinkin’.” 

The excuse rolls off her tongue easily. It’s true, but it’s not the reason why she’s asking. If you weren't so emotional and were thinking straight, you’d be able to see through it. Alas, that is not the case.

“I mean she's amazing. She is brilliant. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Every time I see her, I forget what I was thinking about. Now, every thought I have is filled with her. How her day was, how she's feeling, what she had for dinner. I could listen to her talk about nothing for hours.

But not only is she breathtaking, she's smart. She’s bubbly, funny, and entertaining. I’d be overjoyed to do anything with her. Her personality can make the dullest, saddest day into a happy one.”

“Does that outweigh what she did?”

You stare at the ice cream, the ice crystals slowly melting into a sweet syrup around your warm hold on the container.

“Yeah. It does.”

Kelly nods, not adding anything, letting you think.

You sniffle once more.

“She likes you. Like a lot. She just made a mistake before she realized just how much she does.”

“At least we have tomorrow off.”

Alisha usually lights up a room when she walks in. Everybody immediately looks her way, even subconsciously. Her skin practically glows in the lighting weather is the fluorescent lights, sunlight, or even the warm orange glow from when you first kissed. Her hair is frizzy and big and perfect. The little moles and freckles on her skin are embellishments, accentuating her beautiful appearance.

But she wasn't just pretty. While you are with you, your lips tug upwards no matter how hard you try to make them not to. Although her hobbies and activities on the weekends weren't exactly academic, she was brilliant. She’s smart, great memory. But most of all, she does what's best for her. She knows her worth and does things that she wants to do, rather than running around with her head cut off to please everyone. 

Every little thing she did made you feel enamored. Every look, breath, and sound that came out of her mouth made your chest tighten in the best way possible. It was hard to keep your eyes off of her.

Finding out that she not only used her powers on Curtis but she did it right before you guys- …it made your eyes sting. It made you feel like you were sick and depressed. Your skin felt uncomfortable and itchy, your stomach felt like you ate poison, and your fists clenched until they were trembling.

But she was sunshine on a cloudy day. She was the first flower of spring. She was the first drop of rain after a drought.

When you walked into the community service building, Alisha looked miserable.

Sure, she was still wearing one of her tank tops with a bright design on it and a pair of her hoops. She still somehow pulled off that dreadful orange jumpsuit.

But she was slouching into herself, looking like she wanted to disappear, yet still rigid as if she were trying to pretend she was as confident and sure of herself as she usually is. As her gaze lifted to the door, they went big. Scared, worried, guilty, dreadful. She looked like the epitome of a sad puppy. She gulped and crossed her arms, her back straightening, and took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with the movement.

Words decide to leave your brain at the sight, breaking your heart more than the little fracture that was put into it because of all of this. You want nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings to her and tell her everything's going to be okay. You want to say that you can still work through this little hiccup. 

But the words evade your head, especially with the onlookers of Nathan and Curtis. Curtis turns away, quietly clearing his throat as if to dispel the tension. Meanwhile, Nathan mimes eating popcorn.

Your eyes glance over to them and back at her. Your mouth feels dry, and your spit feels thick. It's hard to swallow, but once you do, you mutter the first thing your brain can fill in, even if it is cliché. 

“Can we talk?” Although her eyes are still a little wide, she nods, getting up from her sitting position and leading you back outside to sit on the concrete steps a little bit away from the door.

The metal door closes behind you both as you pad over to a semi-secluded spot. The air is fresher and less suffocating. The scent of trees and the coolness of the light wind fill your lungs.

The sun is shining, but clouds block its rays, and the atmosphere is gloomy and gray. The concrete underneath your legs and hands is rough and almost itchy, but you don’t seem to care, barely giving it a second thought.

Silence encompasses you both, not knowing how to start off. Her voice cuts through the silence like a knife.

“You wanted to talk?” Despite her acting to pretend she’s unaffected by all of this, her voice cracks, betraying her. Her eyebrows curve up as she looks away and composes herself for a second. She looks back at you with a mask of indifference, but it’s seconds away from cracking. You think for a second, not knowing how to phrase it. You don’t want her to feel horrible, but you also don’t want to pretend like what she did didn't hurt you.

“I forgive you.” Your words makes the worry leave her face, replaced by confusion.

“What?” Her accent seems almost thicker as emotion seeps into the cracks of her voice.

“What you did hurt me. And I forgive you. I won’t forget what happened, and I want to go slowly with you. And we should talk more about this, but for the time being, I forgive you.”

Alisha stares at you blankly, her brain slowly processing.

“But- but I had sex with Curtis like a few days before we kissed. I mean fuck, directly after it you comforted me and-” “I know. Learning that you shagged him like two days before shattered me. But you can’t go back in time, and I’m sure you wish you could take it back and-” Before you could finish, she frantically interrupted. “I do. I wish it had never happened. I don’t know what I would do without you. Not only are you my dream girl, but if I lose you, I’ll never be able to touch anyone in my whole life ever again.” “That won’t happen. I promise. As long as you don’t fuck anyone else, we’re okay for now. Obviously, this isn’t the ideal situation, but we can work through it together. Go slowly, earn each other's trust, learn about one another.” “I’m so sorry. If I had known- Jesus, that’s no excuse. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I screwed up and-” You cup her cheeks in your palms, your fingers gently cradling her jaw and bring her lips to yours, pouring in all of your emotions into the kiss. The burn of the hurt, the pleading determination, the acceptance, all of it. You pull back and her eyes open, hands still resting on her cheeks. She opens her eyes, staring into yours. “I want to be your girlfriend, for Christ's sake, let me.”

She stares blankly at you for a second before her lips curl up in a smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

The sun peeks its way from behind the clouds, gracing your faces with warm streaks of light.

She leans back in for another kiss. Your teeth clash together from the overwhelming urge to smile. The kiss is just one of many in the days, months, years, and decades following.

[windsfavored]

@kaehdeh &&. said... you know what else is wet besides water? lifting a eyebrow and smiles

❝  ... ❞  it's  true  kazuha  is  quite  the  gifted  poet;  ren  isn't  one  to  hand  out  PRAISE  easily,  but  he  would  sing  a  veritable  symphony  if  it  was  for  the  sake  of  illustrating  his  fiancé's  proclivity  with  the  written  word.  perhaps  he  is  somewhat  biased  in  that  regard.  (  just  a  bit.  )  is  it  really  such  a  CRIME  to  play  favorites  when  it  comes  to  his  most  precious  person?  (  more  importantly  —  would  he  really  care  even  if  it  were?  )  nonetheless,  that  TALENT  doesn't  come  without  its  share  of  difficulties  —  this  particular  situation  serving  as  a  shining  beacon  of  such.  ren  stares  at  the  ronin  as  seconds  tick  by,  unsure  whether  the  question  he  poses  is  genuine  or  an  act  of  salacious  wordplay.  it  would  have  been  easier  when  they  first  met;  the  wanderer  was  the  one  with  more  experience  —  emboldened  and  shameless  and  predictably  BLUNT  about  expressing  his  desires.  these  days,  the  playing  field  is  a  bit  more  level.

he  steps  closer,  footsteps  light  in  a  distinctly  feline  manner.  ❝  what  an  unusual  question. ❞  the  wanderer  quips.  reaching  out,  thin  fingers  curl  around  the  end  of  the  ronin's  scarf.  he  takes  advantage  of  the  opportunity  to  tug  —  gentle  but  insistent  in  his  efforts  to  pull  kazuha  closer.  head  canting,  he  gazes  up  through  dark  lashes  at  his  fiancé,  lavender  eyes  gone  just  a  touch  softer  in  the  sort  of  way  he  reserves  exclusively  for  HIM.  there's  a  faint  smile  pulling  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth  —  simple,  almost  innocent  despite  the  PLAYFUL  TENSION  swiftly  filling  the  atmosphere.

❝  could  it  be  tea? ❞  ...  he  doesn't  think  it's  tea.

[passmethatcokezero]

Hi! What you wrote for Vernon and Seungcheol was so good! I love the little breaks in between the dots to explain a bit more. Can you write about how Mingyu is in bed?

Hi! thank you for thinking so! ig it's just my instinct to always explain myself every single time lol but anyways let's get to how I imagine THEE Mingyu is in bed:

oh dear. i think i need me to prepare myself first cos it's getting hot in heeeyaaarr

warnings: degradation, BDSM, daddy kink

Mingyu can make every bed encounters feel like the first time

Not the freaky first time, but the sensational one where you can feel every inch of his shaft rubbing your hole, his weight all over yours, sweat mixing, and breaths shaking

is actually kinda subby, but he just know you want him to dominate you

his submissiveness would come out if his tired

or if he is guilty about something he did wrong (((this needs!!! a separate!!! oneshot me thinks!!!!)))

Not once you ever felt unsatisfied even at nights you didn't come—which is really rare—

cos his size filling you perfectly, stretching you to your maximum already sends you to heaven

"Are you sure?" Mingyu cooes at your imperative suggestion as he slows down his pace. Funny enough, he took your words seriously without listening to your side causing him to sulk. "Well, I just changed sheets this morning, we cant stain it just yet!" "Then should we just continue in the bathroom?" It wasn't so easy but since you caught him off-guard, you succeeded in toppling him to lay on his back. "Does my baby want to come so bad?" He moans at your sudden dominance, eyes closing as you sink on his stick as you ride him. You continued kissing him slow, and mumbling in between. "I guess we should just... keep it like this for now yeah? Just spending the night warmly." No words went past his quivering lips, rather answered you with a heavy groan and one forceful flick of his hip.

Really sweet in bed, considerate of everything. Heck even the ventilation in the room, he asks if it's comfortable enough

Knows all your sensitive spots; and would consciously neglect them (not too long) to tease you

Loves it when you call him puppy

But would destroy you when you call him daddy

—a mutual kink which started after he overheard you once in your room, touching yourself to the thought of him ramming inside you

He never heard you mention it, nor he never thought he could actually hear it from your own sweet, not-so-innocent whispers. There you were, laid in the darkness of your room, some erotic content long forgotten playing in your tablet. He was early, days early from his promised arrival to the city from his hometown. On his hand was a bag of fresh side dishes his mom prepared for you, which almost fell from his butterfingers.

"D-daddy.... please..." You hiccupped at the pressure that little toy gives you. "I've been a very good girl waiting for you to come home."

His lips almost turned bloody from biting it-he can't help it. He wanted to hear you say it on his face and not on the absence of him.

"Mingyu... Daddy..." Your toes curl, feeling the nearing come.

"Is my princess close?"

You gasped at the sudden appearance of your boyfriend amid the dark. His lustful eyes shines at littlest of light, lips inching yours in no time.

"Baby girl, i missed you." It was wild, his kiss. As if he was hungry of it, he threw off his shirt ruggedly, as if few seconds away from your lips would cost his life. "I see you missed daddy."

You whined at his remark, the guy really just busted you and your fantasy.

"Let daddy's dick take over this tiny toy, hmm?"

(((I... got carried away....alright let's move on)))

he would get clumsy at times (it’s flowing in his veins istg) but he would always makes up for it

All that starts with a cuddle will surely end with one

Angry sex? Hell yeah the guy's so hungry for your attention he doesn't want anyone flirting with you, even if it's a joke among his friends

Deep breaths were echoing all over as he drills his red, angry cock into your dripping hole. You were pressed against the wall, body sandwiched by the cold wall and the warm lust that envelops him. His sight never left yours, looking down from hooded eyes.

"Letting him touch you like that? You slut."

"He didn't!" You cried in protest. "We were dancing," true enough, Soonyoung willingly taught you the choreo to the latest song they have been preparing for, just for fun while waiting for your boyfriend to be dismissed. Half of the guys, including him, had to re-record their share of lines, and you were left with the performance team inside the practice room. And when Mingyu got back, oh the excitement to go home melt into jealousy when his eyes met through the huge, misty mirrors Soonyoung's playful smirk as he hugs you from behind in a snap, followed by his rattle of laughter.

The boys knew your relationship with Mingyu, although having no idea it is - if in color - deep true red not cotton candy pink. So the teases come naturally, just as how they tease him of his clumsiness.

Knowing that fact did not tame the fire in his eyes, though.

“You’ve been getting this dick, yet you want another? Is this not enough for such a whore you are, huh? You want two dicks fucking your holes?”

You swore you might break your neck, stretching it up as you arched your back. His idea weren’t so bad, you thought. And as much as you need to calm him down and talk it out, you wanted more of the friction, the mad force of his tip hitting your spot - and right then your moans have betrayed you. You feel yourself tightening around his size, but he was quick to pull himself out.

"Bad girls can't come, baby,"

Likes seeing you gag from his length

HIS BREATHY MOANS ARE TO DIE FOR

And he loves mimicking your moans to tease you as he eats you out

Loves being under you and yet still able to assert dominance

(He just love the sight of your chest heaving, nipples erect, breasts bouncing to every thrust)

Finds it hot when you unconsciously pull his hair—an indicator of losing yourself to nirvana

Always leaves kisses on every inch of your skin

And never fails to tickle you with his soft, dirty whispers against your ears

SMIRKS IN KISSES

Plays with your clit in an intense manner as he fucks you from behind, you're seeing white stars in the back of your lids

Butt plugs heh

I feel like he'd be into BDSM 🙉

He has been waiting to hear your loudest whine of the night, and you, his manly hands to clutch your breasts and make it his.

"Babe...ahh!"

"Babe? What did I tell you to call me?"

But he had other plans, much better than that.

One hand grabbed your sore nipple, the other rubbing your clit with an ice cube you weren't sure where he got, as he rips you from behind on all fours, blindfolded. The overstimulation and slight infamiliarity sends you to another realm of pleasure and you know your lips are now bruised by your teeth.

"M-Master..."

"Good. Now what does my sweet little kitten want?"

With slight tears in your eyes, you choked on your words: "Make me come, Master, please..."

"But you're not being loud like what I told you to. Ain't you stubborn, little kitty?"

He then bites your neck after leaving a wet kiss on it. You squirmed as you let out a moan louder than the sultry music playing.

"That's it, now louder."

He spanks your ass followed by a baritone groan, seeing his hands leave red marks on your silky skin.

Would last hours you can't believe his endurance

Actually can do it all day, with all the needed rest in between if he can

He just can't stop glamorizing how beautiful you are

Would take a picture with you in afterglow looks

actually,,,, not just a selfie, but he has suggest once doing an erotic photoshoot with you in bed

Turns a complete 180 degrees after a hot sex

Being fluff and corny as he does your aftercare

Would even serve you midnight snacks or dinner if you haven't had yet

Spoils you in kisses as you fall asleep (if not, late night debates about anything ensues)

Spooning :>

A/N: He is just so perfect I want someone like him in my dry life so bad :< happy weekend <3

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Been awhile, sorry >.> Hope you've been doing well! My birthday was yesterday, but I was wondering if I'd be able to request on how Albert, Mycroft and Louis would celebrate their s/o's special day.

Thank you once again ♡

Oh my goodness!!!!

Im so so sooo sorry i didnt see your request!!!you cant imagine how sorry i am!!!

Happy belated birthday!!!i wish you a long life full of happiness and success!

I hope you enjoyed your birthday with your favorite boys!!!

Love, Luna

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Albert

•bring out the best wines; because this man is overjoyed!

•its not every day where Albert can celebrate such happy day

•so be prepared to be absolutely spoiled!

•Albert will start your birthday from the morning;waking you up with a loving kiss to your forehead,cheek,and then your lips while whispering 'happy birthday' all along

•Lunch will be along with the Moriarty gang

•its basically chaos

•and when its finally evening and time for dinner

•Albert will take you to the best restaurant in London

•and orders the finest wine and the best dish

•your dinner is filled with laughter and comforting chatter

•and when its time to go home,you two take your time to walk through the park

•holding each other hand tightly;while your smile matches each others'

•and its under the bright moonlight

•that Albert takes your hand in his

•plants a soft kiss on the back of it

•before pulling you close by a hand on your waist

•and gives you a long, passionate and sweet kiss

Louis

•Louis definitely would surprise you by a breakfast in bed

•this sweet boy is so excited, he probably had planned the whole thing from months ago

•so when he sees your sleepy face light up with a bright smile that makes youre eyes shine

•his whole heart stutter from how much love he's feeling for you right then

•he spends the morning doting over you; listening to your happy chatter while he gets you everything you want

•And after you eat a quiet lunch together,he takes you out

•you stroll aimlessly through the parks,along the ice cream and crepe carts

•and be sure that Louis will definitely get you whichever you point at

•he will definitely blush a deep red when you try to feed him,but doesnt declines

•And when its finally around time for dinner,Louis starts walking you back home

•you suppose he'll cook himself;since he rathers to spend his time in quiet just the two of you

•but what you didnt expect was to open the door to the Moriarty mansion,and be attacked by the sound of your friends' and familys' cheers as they all sing you a happy birthday song

•dinner is a chaotic event

•with Sebastian drunk and singing atop of his lungs along with James Bond

•you dont notice Louis slipping past you

•and when the lights suddenly go dark,and everyone start singing again

•Louis comes,with a cake in his hands,no doubt made by himself

•he sits beside you,and the light from the candles is the only thing that makes you see the shine in Louise's scarlet eyes

•and when you blow out the candles,you dont really wish for anything

•because you already have all the happiness you ever wished for

Mycroft

•Mycroft is a classy guy

•he will start your day with kiss to your forehead,and a happy birthday in a low voice

•he'll cook you a simple but perfect breakfast,and makes you your favorite tea/coffee

•birthday with Mycroft is a private event,but never boring or without excitement,quite the opposite actually

•even though its just the two of you for your birthday, Mycroft makes sure to make your birthday the best day of your life

•he'll definitely spoil you;getting you too many presents and not stopping even though you tell him its more than enough

•and for dinner

•Mycroft will bring you to the rooftop

•prepared by the help of Miss Hudson and Sherlock

•and you're speechless as you gaze upon the sky,and see millions upon millions of stars twinkling above

•the scenery is so romantic and breathtaking,that you hardly notice how Mycroft pulls you close

•and only look at him when he kneels down in front of you

•the tears that shine in your eyes are even brighter than the stars as you see the beautiful,small diamond rings in a black velvet box

•and when you whisper your answer with a laughter and a hiccup

•you know this will forever be the best birthday in your entire life

[visbabylily]

Violets and Vendettas | Vi x Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘

𝚅𝚒 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝙰𝚞

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 : Stars shine brighter before they die, she should’ve known they will end up with the same tragedy...

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 :Smoking, smut themes, matured themes, death, major character death, fight, cursing, slow burn

Word Count : 3k

Chapters : One, {Two}, Three, Four

A/N: I edited the last part from the previous chapter, instead of using silver jewelries, I changed it to gold, cause you know, white and gold party😔, idk what I was thinking when I was writing that part of the chapter am sorry , 😖😭, it wasn’t mentioned that much in this chapter unlike last time, but just in case 😊

Im also not very good at writing smut, I do read them but🥲 I just cant write good for some reason, so I hope that doesn’t really bother you☺️

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The party was grand and beautiful, designed in a way as if it was fit only for the most respectable royalties and noble families, pristine white walls decorated with shimmering golden trims, the squeaky clean, almost mirror-like, white and gold marbled tiles, and the countless beautiful people in their equally beautiful white clothes and golden accents...it was a heavenly scene, and not even the masterpieces of Picasso or Van Gogh can compare to the wonderful sight upon her

The alcoholic beverage choice of the party’s host was immaculate, making sure to celebrate the night with countless bottles of Dom Pérignon for the guests to enjoy

The sweet melody of Iosif Ivanovici’s Waves of the Danube filled the room with serene silence, the tunes of the classical music softly caressing the ears of those who listened and taking them to a place of tranquility

Many would kill to experience a party with such refined tastes like this, to marvel at the feeling of drowning in riches, and Y/N cant help but feel as if she was ungrateful for the fact that her heart is longing to be somewhere else…

Her body was aching to be inside the small club room, where there is barely any space available that people are forced to be so close to each other, enough to feel their beating hearts, mind so eager to get itself lost to the loud and deafening music, mouth watering at the thought of the cheap and bitter beer with more foam than the actual beverage

At least there nobody cared for formalities or anything, no one has to be on their best behavior, you just dance without any care if people deem it modest or decent, you just become you, no images to uphold, no masks to hide themselves in in favor of pleasing others, there you just dance and drink and forget about everything

Y/N finds it funny that the small cramped room of the club was the place she felt the more free, not her enormous penthouse apartment, not this astounding ball party, but the club where you can always find Y/N and her friends at

But her daydream was cut off short by a voice whispering beside her

“Care to join me for a drink Pretty?” She turned around at the sound of the familiar voice, eyes lighting up at the sight of an old friend standing in front of her

“Mel!” she gasped smiling at the woman

A smirk plastered itself on Mel’s face, white dress hugging her curves, looking beautiful against her soft dark skin, a slit on the each side of her legs made her look as enticing as ever, dainty hands offering one of the two flutes of champagne she was holding

“Oh no, I've already had too-” Y/N shook her head in refusal was cut off short by Mel pushing one of the cold glass into her hands

“You'll have one” Mel said smiling

“Gee, demanding as ever you are” she whispered as she lifted her glass to clink it with Mel’s raised one

“How have you been, Mel?” Y/N asked after taking a sip of the bubbly yet bittersweet champagne, she watched Mel do the same and patiently waited for her reply, “I’ve been good”

“I’ve heard of your engageme-”

“Arranged.”

“Right...Arranged engagement to The Talis's son, how has that been?” Y/N continued her unfinished question, making sure to say Mel’s word just a bit in a higher volume, as her big, bright and slightly teasing eyes looking at Mel expectantly, excited to hear and gossip about a possible budding romance between the children of the Talis and the Medarda family, known to be powerhouses in the business industry

“He’s not so bad, I suppose” Mel said, Y/N nodded as a response, letting Mel continue “a momma’s boy…but I quite dig it” Mel finished in a suggestive tone, winking at Y/N who flushed and turned red at the unexpected comment

To the eyes of many, it would be a peculiar sight to see the scary Mel engaging in a conversation with the sweet Y/N, but little do they know is that Mel has always been a good friend since childhood, although she will admit it was hard to see eye to eye with Mel at first, she was materialistic, posh and a bit of snob

Although Mel Medarda is a force to be reckoned with, hence the nickname scary Mel, she wasn’t all bad, it was just hard to find a common ground with her sometimes, cause when Y/N sees the beauty in all of things, Mel looks at the price of it

But all in all, Y/N and Mel have gotten close over the years of their childhood, although less so as they get older, Mel is still the one Y/N would look for during parties like this to keep her company

Their exchange of words and giggles were cut short by Mel’s Mother joining the conversation, to which the scary Mel rolled her eyes at, putting her hands on her hips as she turned to her mother

“What is it?” Mel asked, annoyed at the fact that her grand reunion with an old friend just had to be cut short by her Mother, Mrs. Medarda ignored her daughter as she walked over to you

“Good evening Mrs. Medarda” Y/N smiled politely at the intimidating woman

“And to you” She greeted back “How has your Father been these days? I havent seen him in a while” The old woman asked, not bothering with formalities and diving straight to asking the more important questions

“Oh, he’s doing good, still abroad, but I believe he should be back home soon” Y/N replied, but opposite to her statement, Y/N hasn’t seen nor talked to her father for months now, matter of fact she never really see her father that much even when she was young, always had his business as his priority, and the only time she ever catch a glimpse of him is when he will boast and brag about his daughter, Y/N Sharp the lone successor of his empire, to his colleagues and during parties, any other than that her father was a ghost, like a boogeyman, appearing only when necessary

“That’s good, do inform me when he comes back from abroad” Mrs. Medarda said in a low voice “and tell him I need to talk to him about...business” the woman said, but Y/N wasn’t able to reply as Mel decided to do it for her

“She’s not your secretary” Mel once again intervened making her mother give her a pointed look, Y/N watched the two exchange a heated stare before she decided to put a stop to it by touching Mel’s shoulder and replying to the older woman “Of course, Mrs. Medarda”

“Thank you, I shall excuse myself then, let you enjoy your night” The woman said bidding them goodbye

“As you should” Mel murmured, making her mother turn around to face her, Mel now crossing her arms as her mother put her own on her hips

“T-Thank you for the greetings Mrs. Medarda, it was quite nice of you to do so” Y/N hastily but still politely said after noticing Mrs. Medarda now squinting her eyes at her daughter, Mel not failing to return it, Y/N stood silently, wary eyes switching between the two woman glaring at each other, the older Medarda just scoffed in the younger one’s direction before finally taking her leave, Mel watched her mother’s retreating back waiting and making sure she was out of earshot before speaking

“Ugh she's so bossy” Mel groaned making Y/N giggle mischief dancing around in her eyes

“So that's where you got that from” She joked, making Mel look incredulously at her, topping it off with a hand on her chest

“You dare, I just defended you!” Mel hissed at her friend, feigning offence at the comparison, making Y/N almost bellow out in laughter over the party full of people, who might she add, definitely would not take kindly to a ‘lady’ not covering her mouth when laughing

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it” Y/N said cheekiness still evident in her voice, nudging Mel softly with her shoulders, Mel humored her even more by rolling her eyes at the girl

“But I suppose you’re right...after all” Mel paused to look at her, and Y/N understood exactly what she was trying to say, she shook her head lightly before smiling and saying in unison with her friend “…A Medarda always get what she wants” both recalling the memories of Mrs. Medarda always saying the same statement to Mel after every lecture

The party continued despite after what happened, and Y/N was more than thankful for Mel’s company, although it wasn’t quite like the club where she could totally lose herself to some loud music, it was enough to save her from being trapped in her own thoughts

As much as she didn’t want it to end, some goodbyes are necessary, she would even say that she was slightly happy to see the hint of forlorn look on her friend’s face as they bid goodbye to each other, warmed at the heart from Mel’s soft parting words “…hey, don't be stranger okay?”

With a nod and a hug, Y/N watched as Mel got into her car, the driver closing the door for her, she gave Y/N one last wave from the closed window before driving away from the party

She was about to do the same and get into her own car, the opened door ready and waiting for her, but a loud clattering sound in the dead of the night stopped her in her tracks, curious, she lifted her head up to look around for the source of the sound, catching a glimpse of the unforgettable head of pink locks and bright red jacket, (E/C) orbs following the speed-walking woman across the street, and before she even realize what she was doing, her own legs was taking her to the direction of the girl

“Ma’am! Where are you going?” The driver called out, about to ran up to follow her, but unsure if it would be fine to leave the car alone, and without the person he was supposed to take home inside

“I have somewhere to be!” She called back, picking up her pace not wanting to lose sight of her target

“But...but the car?” The driver asked, to which Y/N just waved and dismissed before yelling “I dont need it thank you!” not bothering to look back at the troubled face now etched onto her driver’s face

She watched the woman took out a cigarette from her pocket before turning around the corner, Y/N tsked to herself as she walked even faster, the cold wind harsh against her bare arms, she turned the same corner and did not expect to bump into a man, almost falling on her ass

“Hey watch it” Y/N hissed at the man who hastily walked away with his face turned down not even bothering to apologize, she just shook her and realized that the girl was walking farther away from her, making her jog to catch up to the smoking woman

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Vi with furrowed brows and downturned lips, listened in closely as her friend her in with the information they gathered about the Spider Lily when she was locked away in prison

“And listen to this” Ekko said, making Vi leaned in even more closely “One of our men overheard some goons saying this, that The Spider Man-”

“Spider Lily” Vi corrected staring into his eyes, making him roll his eyes and groan “Spider LILY-” Ekko yelled, “happy?” he asked to which Vi nodded

“-has a daughter” he finished

“...a daughter?” Vi whispered, thinking to herself, Ekko nodded at her

“Yup, which is the good news, bad news? we know nothing about her, buuut if we find out who she is, we could probably have a spy on her, milk some information out of her and move on from there, that'll be the easiest way to take down the Spider Lily” Ekko explained, taking a big gulp from the bottled beer as he leaned his weight on the desk in front of Vi

“or better yet kill the daughter, that'll definitely bring that asshole clambering out of whatever hole he crawled into” Vi scoffed, leaning against the back of the chair she was sat in, her laid back attitude after what she just said making Ekko frown

“Vi…”

“We're not murderers...we're not like him” Ekko murmured looking Vi in the eyes, who in turn looked away from him, deep in thought and frowning

People change, Ekko knows that, he himself has changed from that young snotty crybaby who always runs up to Vi to be protected from the bad guys, as he and Powder would call them, to the man he is now

He can’t imagine the hell Vi went through during her times locked in prison, but he can see how it completely changed her, yes she was still Vi, the same strong Vi who would quite literally block the bad guys’ punches with her face just to protect them

The difference between him and Vi is the fact that he changed because he gained the capability to protect himself and the people he cares about, he gained something to change…while Vi changed because she lost well...everything, and death took not just Vander, but also Vi’s warm and forgiving heart, leaving her with nothing but a heart of stone, cold and unfeeling

It was an honest mistake, but he couldn’t take back the words that left his mouth in a murmur “Vander would’ve said the same thing”

He looked up at the noise of the rusty metal chair hitting the cemented floor, rattling loudly on impact

“...Im gonna cool off”

Was the last words Vi whispered to him before disappearing into the silent and cold night, not even letting him reply nor apologize

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Vi groaned to herself, she didn’t mean to lose her cool and react like that, she also knows that Ekko didn’t mean to mention Vander so carelessly in front of her, but she can’t help when something in her snapped at the mention of her now gone father-figure, the one who took care of her and taught her everything

She ran her hands through the strands of her pink hair, foot having a mind of it’s own as it made contact with the thin metal trash can on the side of the street, leaving a noticeable dent on it

She reached inside her pocket, grabbing the fresh pack of cigarettes, sticking it into her mouth and lighting the death stick as she walked briskly, cracking her neck as she took a puff of her cigarette, too busy with her thoughts to notice the girl standing in front of her

“Hi again, asshole” Vi almost bumped into the girl whose hands was placed on her hips, Vi didn’t say anything and instead continued smoking, not moving from the spot she was rooted in, shamelessly letting her blue eyes linger around the girl’s covered chest before traveling farther down to the exposed legs poking out from the slit of her silk white dress

The girl walked closer towards her, blue eyes trained on the soft and small hands of the girl slowly ghosting over her large and marred ones, dainty fingers going straight for the cigarette dangling inbetween her pointer and middle finger

Vi watched as the girl put the butt of the stolen cigarette to her own lips, her (E/C) never leaving her blue ones as she inhale the nicotine-laced smoke into her lungs, blowing the excess smoke out into the open air between them

“So you gonna keep your promise or what?” The girl said as she looked up to the side, Vi followed the direction she was looking at and to her amusement, they have stopped conveniently just outside a love hotel, Vi let out a humorless chuckle, walking closer to the girl before taking her cigarette back and grasping her chin, pulling her pretty face closer to hers

“You have a weird kink or something? huh? sweet cheeks?” Vi taunted, tapping the flushed cheek her pointer finger was resting on before whispering

"Didn't I tell you? Im a murderer hun"

Y/N took this as a challenge, leaning even closer to the pink haired girl, leaving little to no space between them, lips almost brushing against each other

“Believe me, I’ve stared into the eyes of a murderer...I dont see it in you” she whispered to Vi, making sure to stare directly at whatever soul she has left hiding behind the orbs of her blue eyes

“You're a mystery, a murderer? not quite”

Vi tilted her head to side with a slight shake, she removed her fingers from the girl’s face, large scarred hand grabbing her cold arm to drag the girl with her as she pushed the glass door of the love hotel open

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Vi remembered exactly just how soft and supple her skin was, as she let her hands make contact with her naked breasts, the girl’s hair pulled back and tied together by her hands as she buried her face onto her neck to left her marks again

Y/N moaned as she grasped the pink locks on top of the girl’s hair, who has sunk her face onto her poor neck, her other hand started to wander from the pink haired girl’s shoulders to under her jacket, feeling countless of scars decorating her lean muscled body, slowly getting the girl to remove her bright red clothing

Their silent moans filled the small dimmed room of the love hotel, clothes haphazardly thrown on dirty carpeted floor

Finally that night, Y/N lost herself not to the loud music of the club, but the rustling of bedsheets, her own moans ringing through her own ears, and the lewd sounds from the actions of the girl burying her face between her shaking and quivering legs

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The loud ringing of her ringtone was the one that woke Vi up, disturbing her from her dreamless sleep, she groaned as she threw the covers off of her, exposing her stark naked body, stretching her arms and cracking her neck before walking towards the direction of her pants, the bright screen peeking through the fabric, she looked at the phone before answering

“Ekko?” she whispered, careful not to wake up the girl who was slumbering soundly, occupying the bed that she left

“Where have you been?!” Ekko yelled through the phone, his voice so loud it made Vi pull the phone away from her ears to save herself from a broken eardrum, anymore louder he would've definitely woken up the girl

“Cooling off, I told you that” she hissed on the phone, walking away to put some distance between her and the girl

“Well, enough cooling off, come back, we found something” Ekko said, and that was enough for Vi to swiftly put her clothes back on and left the room

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A/N: Thank you for reading the second chapter, I hoped you all like it and it was as good as the first one, and I hope it’s not too confusing, am really sorry if it is, but I promise I’ll try to be better and write a story that’s good to read😊

tbh I dont know if Dom Pérignon is actually THAT expensive, I’ve had it before, and it was expensive for a broke girl like me but it wasn’t that bad since I was able to afford it, so idk if “rich” people will actually LIKE that you know

I feel bad that the reader and Vi’s only interaction so far is just ~devil’s tango~, but I swear I need it for the plot gosh that’s the only thing I say am sorry 😭

I also deleted the links to the song I mentioned in the last chapter cause Kardinal Offishall’s face shows up under the “more posts like this” thingy, and although there’s nothing wrong with that, Im worried people might have a hard time finding the previous chapter if it’s Kardinal Offishall’s face that appears, and I feel like he doesn’t really belong there😭but if you want to look up the song, you just type the song letter by letter as I wrote in the story and you’ll see it! 😊

But thank you for reading and feedbacks are always appreciated! 🤍

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Obedience

Part two 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: after being tortured by HYDRA, you have to obey every command given to you

warnings: mentions of suicide

Masterlist

“How is she?”

Steve stared at you with sad eyes, watching your through the glass window on your door. It had been three months since HYDRA captured you during a mission. In those three months, they put you through a form of torture worse than the team could imagine. You’d finally be found and had been staying in the hospital until your vitals were stable.

“Not good.” The nurse sighed. “She doesn’t say much. Eye contact is even more rare.”

“Do you know what they did to her?”

“It’s unclear.” The nurse said. “She has no physical injuries. She doesn’t like it when we turn the lights off, though. We think they kept her in the dark.”

“Can I see her?” He asked, without taking his eyes off you.

“You can.” She nodded. “We can’t promise she’ll speak to you.”

“I’m gonna try.” Steve smiled at the nurse before going into your room. You jumped slightly and withdrew your knees to your chest at the sudden noise of the door opening.

“Hey Y/n.” Steve smiled at you as he slid his hands in his pockets. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hey, captain.” You slowly unfurled your body at the sight of someone familiar. Steve went to close the door behind him, but you protested.

“Wait, don’t close the door. They used to…” You trailed off and seemed to space out, so Steve took his hands away from the door.

“It’s okay.” He assured you. “I’ll leave it open.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled quietly.

“No problem. Mind if I sit here?” He asked as he pointed to a chair by your bed.

“Yes, sir.” You nodded stiffly.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he took a seat.

“Not great.” You smiled weakly and rubbed the side of your head. “They uh, they fucked up my head, sir.”

“I heard. Here.” He handed you a bottle of juice he grabbed from the cafeteria. “You should drink something.”

“Thank you, sir.” You didn’t look at him as you accepted the bottle. You took a long sip and grimaced after you swallowed it.

“Whats wrong?” He asked when he saw the look of disgust on your face.

“I hate orange juice.” You confessed as you took another sip.

“Then why are you drinking it?” He wondered. “I have water right here.”

You took the glass of water and briefly looked him in the eyes, giving him a weak smile.

“It’s HYDRA. They got inside my head.” You whimpered. “I cant say no to something, even when I want to.”

“Oh.” Steves face fell as you told him. “Don’t worry about this, Y/n. I’m gonna figure out how to fix you.”

“Okay.” You said cheerfully, sitting up straight with a bright smile. Your body language did not match your sudden chipper mood, and it alarmed Steve.

“Woah, what happened?”

“You told me not to worry.” You said sadly. His eyes widened as he realized the extent of your condition. He found it deeply disturbing to watch you, knowing your smile was fake, but kept a straight face.

“Right, sorry.” He nodded. “You can relax.”

With that, your body slumped and you fell over on the bed. You looked at him sadly as you laid there, looking anything but relaxed.

“This might be harder than I thought.”

~

When Peter heard the car door close, he rushed to the window. He stopped sleeping the first night you were gone and stoped eating when you were legally declared dead a month later.

“There you are.” Peter rushed away from the window to Steve. “Is Y/n with you? Is she okay?”

“She’s with me but she’s not okay.” Steve said quietly, giving Peter a stern look that told him to relax.

“Why?” He felt himself getting emotional. “What did they…”

He trailed off when you walked through the front door looking skinnier and smaller than ever. Peter let out a breath of relief as tears came to his eyes. You didn’t look at him, but he was staring at you.

“Hey.” You said weakly, slowly lifting your eyes to look at him.

“Hey.” Peter said back, wiping his face free of tears. “I missed you. I’ve been really worried. I, uh, how are you? How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” You nodded. “I’m just gonna go to sleep, if that’s all right?”

You looked to Steve for permission, which he wasn’t expecting. Peter looked between the two of you in confusion.

“Yeah, of course.” Steve told you. “You can do anything you want.”

“Thank you, sir.” You said softly.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked. “You’ve been gone for so long. You should eat something”.

You immediately stopped in your tracks and went to the kitchen. Peter watched as you robotically took an orange from the fruit bowl and began to peel it with shaking hands.

“Whats happened?” He whispered to Steve. “Why is she doing that?”

“Thanks to whatever HYDRA did to her, she obeys every command given to her.” Steve whispered back as he watched you.

“That wasn’t a command.” Peter told him. “I was just suggesting that she eat something. She looks so hallow.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Steve shrugged. “She just has to do what she’s told.”

“Is she in pain?” Peter asked him as he watched you with guilty eyes.

“Not physically.” Steve shook his head. “I think it’s hurting her on the inside. A lot.”

“Really?” Peter asked sadly. You had now finished your orange and sat waiting for further instruction.

“May I go to bed now, please?” You asked, uncharacteristically spoke spoken.

“Yeah.” Steve smiled softly at you. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Thank you.” You nodded before running off your room. Once you were gone, Steve hung his head in his hands and let out a long sign. Peter watched him curiously, not used to seeing him show this kind of emotion. He looked up with glassy eyes and looked at Peter, shaking his head sadly.

Two months since HYDRA

“Good morning”. You greeted Peter as you sat next to him at the kitchen table. It was a rare morning when you were out of your room, and an even rarer moment to see you smiling.

“Hey.” Peter smiled brightly at you. “How’d you sleep?”

“Um.” You bit your lip as you thought back on your restless night. “Fine. Just had a few bad dreams.”

“Do you want to talk about them?” Peter asked politely.

“I would prefer not to, if that’s okay?” You asked him as if it was up to him. It pained him to see you asking permission for everything.

“Then we won’t.” He assured you. “Do you want some cereal?”

“You mean you didn’t eat it all?” You teased, showing a glimmer of your usual self.

“Shut up.” He chuckled as he nudged you. You instantly shut your mouth, looking frustrated with yourself for doing so.

“Sorry.” Peter apologized immediately. “I didn’t mean it like that. You can speak.”

“Thank you, sir.” You cleared your throat, all traces of the person Peter once knew reverting back inside.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He said softly as he rubbed your shoulder. “And you don’t have to call me “sir.” It’s just me. Just Peter.”

“Can we just change the subject?” You asked him, looking at him with pain filled eyes.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded. “Are you coming in the mission later?”

“Yeah.” Your smile returned again. “Mr. Stark cleared me for work last night.”

“Thats great.” Peter smiled back. “I’ve missed my partner in crime.”

“I missed you to.” Your smile faded a little. “Thinking about you was what got me through when they…you know.”

“I thought about you too.” Peter put his hand over yours and rubbed his thumb softly on your knuckle. “Every day. Nothing else would enter my mind.”

“Do you think I’m ever gonna be normal again?” You whispered as you leaned closer to him.

“I do.” Peter nodded, tilting his face to the side as he inches closer. “It’s all going to be okay.”

Peter your lips could touch, Sam walked in the room with a bowl of cereal. He was one of the Avengers who assumed you and Peter had gotten together years ago, so he didn’t feel bad interrupting your moment.

“Ew.” Sam snorted. “Don’t do that in front of my cereal.”

You immediately pulled away, physically having to obey Sam. You sighed angrily and looked at Peter with sad eyes before getting up.

“Y/n.” Peter called after you, not wanting you to leave but not wanting to give you a command. You kept walking, not wanting to talk about what happened.

You didn’t bring up the almost kiss all day, which Peter was grateful for. You acted normal around him at the mission, too excited to be working again to think about the awkward moment. You focused on completing your task and got through most of the mission without a problem.

“I got the vials.” You proudly held up three stolen vials of Pym particles to show Peter. He finished webbing the security guard and smiled at you.

“Nice job.” Peter high fived you. “Hank is gonna be so relieved.”

“I know. Come on we gotta go.”

You and Peter began to run towards the jet when you tripped an alarm by accident. A guard came out of the watchtower and shined a flashlight on you, making you run faster.

“Hey!” He shouted. “Stop right there!”

Your face scrunched in frustration as your feet stuck to the floor. You tried to keep running but you were stuck in place.

“What are you doing?” Peter exclaimed when he noticed you weren’t behind him. “We have to go!”

“I can’t move!” You shook your head angrily. “He told me to stop.”

“We gotta go.” Peter quickly scooped you up and ran with you. You held on to him and hid your face in his neck, not wanting him to see how upset you were. Peter ran all the way back to the jet and climbed inside.

“What happened to you two?” Tony asked as Peter set you down. You turned around and punched the wall out of anger as Peter watched you.

“He told Y/n to stop so she had to obey.” Peter said quietly, making Tony’s face fall. You turned around and nodded, looking angry with yourself.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Tony sighed. “But until we get this figured out-“

“I can’t go on the missions.” You nodded, already knowing what was coming.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“Yeah.” You sighed and kept your eyes down. “I’m sorry too.”

Eight months since HYDRA

“Where are you?” Peter called you to ask when he didn’t find you in the tower. You were usually waiting for him when he came from patrol, but you were nowhere to be found today.

“I’m at some store downtown.” You answered as you turned down a street corner.

“Alone?” Peter worried.

“It’s fine, Peter.” You assured him. “I was going crazy sitting in the tower all day. I needed to go out.” You sighed.

“It’s not safe for you to be outside when you can’t say no to anything.” Peter reasoned. “I can think of a million bad things that can happen. You shouldn’t be alone.”

Your feet started moving before you had a chance to process what he said and you planted yourself next to the first person you saw. You smiled awkwardly at the man and tried to walk away, but you were stuck. Peter told you not to be alone, so you had to obey.

“Nothing bad is going to happen.” You assured him. “No one knows about my condition.”

“Can I at least meet you where you are?” He asked, careful not to give you a command. “It will make me feel better.”

“Okay, fine.” You agreed. “You can meet me here.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Peter sighed in relief. “I’ll see you soon.”

You tried to walk again and were able to this time. You started walking down an alleyway to find a store to meet Peter at when you heard a mans voice behind you.

“Hey.” He called. “Slow down.”

You started walking slower despite your inner protest and felt your heart rate pick up. The footsteps behind you got faster and soon you were joined by the man from earlier.

“I overheard you on the phone.” He began. “Is it true you say yes to everything?”

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” You gave him a tight smile and continued walking slowly.

“Answer my question.” He called after you.

“It’s true.” You blurted, always having to obey. You began to sweat as he caught up to you again and began to toy with your hair.

“Interesting.” He remarked. “Spin around.”

You shut your eyes in frustration and spun around in a circle, earning an amused laugh.

“Wow.” He clapped his hands. “Isn’t that amazing?”

“I really have to go.” You told him. “Please just leave me alone.”

You started walking away again, allowed to run now since his original command wore off.

“Stop.” You heard his voice, and you had to stop.

“So it’s true.” He smirked as he circled around you. “You do obey everything. Even when you don’t want to?”

You stayed silent and kept your eyes down, praying he’d get bored and leave.

“Answer me.” He got too close to you to say into your ear.

“Yes.” You answered in a weak voice.

“I could have fun with this.” He smiled and folded his arms. He stared at you for a minute before tracing his finger along the side of your face. You tried to move but you stayed still.

“You don’t want to do this.” You told him. Your threat was pretty empty without your suit or your free will. If you tried to fight him, he could just tell you to stop.

“Aw, but I do.” He pouted. “You’re pretty when you threaten me. But it would sound a lot better if you had a smile on.”

You smiled against your will, feeling a hot flash of embarrassment.

“That’s better.” He talked to you like you were a child. “Now, walk with me.”

You began to walk side by side with him, having no idea where he was taking you. You passed some police officers on the street and tried to make eye contact.

“Don’t say anything.” He mumbled in your ear. “Keep your eyes down.”

You did as you were told and continued walking with him until you reached a black van.

“Get in the car.” He said, and you began to climb in. You tried to fight the urge to climb into the car, gripping the side and pushing yourself back. Your need to obey commands overtook your instincts and you got in the car.

“There we go. Now buckle your seatbelt and-“

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked in the head. You peeked your head out of the car and saw Peter punching the man in the face.

“Jeez, dude. Where are you manners?” Peter asked as he shook out his hand. He webbed the man to the ground and dialed 911 before turning to you.

“Peter.” You breathed in relief, forgetting he was supposed to meet you. Peter pulled you out of the car and hugged you tightly. You squeezed him back, grateful he was overprotective today.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “I heard him as I was swinging over.”

“What do you think?” You asked, suddenly getting angry. “Do you know how bad that could have been?”

“I know.” Peter nodded. “But it’s okay now.”

“Why does everyone keep saying this is okay?” You let go of Peter and backed away. “I have no free will. Do you know how it feels to not be the one in control?”

“I don’t. And I’m sorry.” He tried to calm you down. “But the team is doing everything they can to fix you. Just calm down.”

Your frown immediately faded as your shoulders relaxed, calming down against your will.

“I’m sorry.” Peter realized what he did. “I didn’t mean that as a command.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You shrugged sadly. “I still have to obey.”

“This won’t last forever.” He promised you. “But you shouldn’t go anywhere alone until we figure this out.”

“Great.” You laughed humorlessly. “So I already have to obey commands, and now I need a leash. HYDRA turned me into a fucking dog.”

“I’m sorry.” Peter mumbled, not sure what else to say. “I wish I could help you.”

“Stop apologizing. It’s not your fault.” You said without looking at him. He could tell you didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He apologized again before realizing what he said. “Shoot. Sorry. Let’s just go home.”

Your body jerked forward and you started moving in the direction of the tower. Peter squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself for giving you a command.

“I didn’t mean-“ He began as he jogged beside you.

“Whatever.” You cut him off, not wanting another apology. “It’s fine. Let’s just go home.”

~

You didn’t want Peter to think you were mad at him from the other day, so you went to his room to talk. He couldn’t be blamed for what happened with the man on the street, and you couldn’t be blamed for the anger it caused you. To make sure everything was okay, you knocked on his door and went it when you heard his voice.

“Hey, Pete. What are you up to?” You asked as you took a seat on his bed.

“I’m trying to fix the calibration on my web shooter. I couldn’t get a web out fast enough today.” He grumbled as he tweaked the wires that were popping out of his web shooter.

“Did something happen?” You worried, examining his face for injuries. He froze and looked up at you with guilty eyes.

“Um, kinda.” He answered before pulling up his shirt to reveal a deep, poorly bandaged wound.

“You got stabbed?” Your eyes widened. “Again?”

“You would not believe how fast knives have gotten.” Peter defended himself.

“I probably wouldn’t.” You shrugged. “It’s been five months since I’ve been on a mission.”

“Sorry.” He grimaced. “I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

“It’s fine, Peter.” You shrugged it off. “Let me bandage you up. That’s not sanitary.”

“You don’t have to.” He told you and you gave him a look.

“But you can if you want.” He followed up. You had broken your habit of asking for permission for everything, but you were still sensitive about commands. You got up and got some of his medical supplies from his top drawer, knowing exactly where they were. You sat back on his bed and helped him pull his shirt over his head, pretending not to notice the way he flushed to his ears. You carefully removed his bandages and poured some hydrogen peroxide on a Cotten ball.

“This is gonna sting.” You said quietly as you looked in his eyes.

“Okay. Hold my hand, please?” He asked shyly as he uncurled his hand. You slipped your hand into his before you had time to process what he said.

“Wow.” You teased. “Using my condition against me, I see.”

“Well you’ve been isolating yourself so I’m taking advantage of my time with you.” Peter said, giving your hand a squeeze. “I miss you.”

“Yeah.” You squeezed back. “I miss you too.”

You smiled at him before dabbing the Cotten ball on his wound. You bandaged it tightly, smoothing your hand over his side to secure the gauze.

“Thanks.” He mumbled, never taking his eyes off you. “It feels better already.”

“No problem.” You smiled shyly. “How’s the web shooter coming along?”

“Let’s see.” Peter snapped out of his daze and picked his shooter back up. “Okay, be honest-“

“I like you.” You blurted, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth. Peter looked up in shock at your confession and dropped the shooter on his lap.

“What?” He asked, an involuntary smile breaking out into his face.

“I’m sorry. You said “be honest” and I must’ve taken it as a command.” You stammered as you got off his bed. “I’ll leave.”

“Wait! Don’t go.” Peter protested, making you stop in place. “I mean, I hope you don’t go.”

You were released from the command and found yourself able to move but not wanting to.

“I would appreciate it if you sat back down on my bed.” He said quietly, and you purposefully obliged.

“You don’t have to phrase everything like that.” You told him as you sat back down.

“I don’t want to give you any more commands.” He said softly. You gave him an appreciative smile and handed him his shirt, realizing he never put it back on. Peter thanked you and pulled it over his head, leaving his curly hair tousled and adorable.

“Do you really like me?” He asked quietly as he nervously pulled at his fingers.

“I do.” You nodded, finding no use in denying it. “That wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to tell you, but I do.”

“Well I’m not complaining.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh. “I personally think that was a perfect way to break the news.”

“Break the news.” You laughed again at his wording. “I’m not pregnant, Peter. Just in love with your dorky ass.”

“You’re so mean.” He laughed and shoved your slightly. You leaned into him as you came back from the shove, your faces almost touching.

“Kiss me.” He whispered as he looked into your eyes. You did as you were told, but it didn’t feel like a command. It felt like something you had been waiting for for years.

Peter kissed you back to the best of his ability, but his emerging smile kept getting in his way. He relaxed enough to stop smiling and put his hands on your face, kissing you the way he’d always wanted to. When you pulled away, he was finally able to let that smile out.

“Did you do that because you wanted to or because you were obeying me?” He asked softly.

“I promise, I wanted to.” You told him before pulling him into another kiss.

Ten months since HYDRA

“Y/n, please. I would like to talk about this.” Peter called after you as the two of you barged in the front door. Tony quickly stopped eating his lunch to eavesdrop on your fight.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Peter.” You grumbled as you walked past the kitchen. “Don’t follow me.”

“What happened?” Tony got up to stop you. “Are you hurt?”

You stayed quiet as you stared at Tony with pained eyes, feeling too embarrassed to explain what had happened.

“Do you want to tell him?” Peter asked quietly from behind you, not wanting to upset you anymore than you already were.

“I crashed my car.” You stated as you kept a straight face. You were just waiting for Tony to take away your driving privileges, one of the few things you had left.

“What?” He asked. “How?”

“It was my fault.” Peter began and you rolled your eyes. “She was bummed out about her condition so I told her to keep her head up and-“

“And I did.” You laughed humorlessly. “I kept it up so I couldn’t see the road and I nearly killed someone. I could’ve killed you!” You screamed at Peter.

“But you didn’t.” He said back, trying to stay calm. “It’s okay, really-“

“It’s not okay! Stop saying it’s okay!” You shouted as you tugged at your hair. “I can’t live like this anymore.”

“We’re working on a cure.” Tony assured you. “We’re going to-“

“To what? To fix me?” You asked. “You’ve been saying that for almost a year and I’m still like this. I can’t work, I can’t drive, I can’t go anywhere alone. What am I doing?”

“These things take time.” Tony said calmly but you weren’t having it.

“I don’t have time. I almost killed Peter today.” Your voice came out hoarse. “I nearly got myself killed a few months ago. If you don’t have a cure by next week, then…”

“Then what?” Peter interrupted, but you kept your back to him.

“Then it’s time to start thinking about my other options.” You said, only to Tony.

“What other options?” Peter asked but Tony knew exactly what you were talking about.

“It’s too soon to start thinking about that.” Tony stated. “Bruce and I are getting closer every day.”

“You said I had a year.” You reminded him. “It’s been a year.”

“It’s been 10 months.” Tony retorted.

“What are you talking about?” Peter asked again, getting more worried by the second.

“You promised.” You whispered. “You promised me we could talk about this if you couldn’t find a cure.”

“Talk about what?” Peter questioned, but was again ignored.

“I will find a cure.” Tony promised. “You just have to give me some more time.”

“I’m out of time. And so are you.” You angrily pointed at him.

“Screw this.” Peter sighed and jumped to drastic measures. “Y/n, tell me what you’re talking about.”

“Mr. Stark said he could euthanize me if he didn’t find a cure in a year.” You blurted. You turned around slowly and looked at Peter with betrayal in your eyes. He was too focused on what you just admitted to see the extent of what he had done.

“What?” He yelled. “You said what?”

“It’s none of your business, Peter.” You snapped. “How could you use my condition against me like that? You had no right to give me a command. You knew I’d have to obey it.”

“I’m sorry, I panicked.” He apologized. “You want to kill yourself?”

“You have no idea what pain I’m in every day.” You shook your head. “I gave it a year and I’m still miserable.”

“Miserable?” He whispered, taking your words personally. He knew you were still in pain, but he thought you’d been better since you started dating. Your words made him believe he was wrong. You noticed the sadness in his eyes and sighed, your anger simmering away.

“Could you give us a minute, Mr. Stark?” You asked without turning around.

“I’ll be in the lab.” Tony nodded, grabbing his food before leaving.

Once he was gone, you walked to Peter and pulled him into a kiss to apologize. He tearfully kissed you back before pushing you away and wiping his eyes.

“You’ve been miserable this whole time?” He sniffled.

“Not the whole time.” You promised as you wiped his tears. “But when I am fighting a constant battle of what I want to do and what I’m told to do, I end each day exhausted. It’s terrifying somedays. And it’s so, so lonely.”

“But you have me.” He said quietly.

“I do.” You smiled a little. “But you’re away a lot. And I can’t put all of my happiness on you. That’s not fair to you and not healthy for our relationship.”

“I know you’re hurting, but killing yourself is not the answer.” He told you. “How could you even consider that?”

“You don’t get it, Peter.” You sighed. “I am one part of your already great life. You get to go on life saving missions during the week and explore the city on your free time. And you have someone who loves you to come home to when you’re done. It’s not like that for me. All I have is you. I just sit here waiting for you to come home. Like I’m some kind of…”

“Dog.” He finished your sentence, understanding your pain in a new way.

“Exactly.” You nodded. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I’m hoping you can at least try to see things from my side.”

“I’m gonna start helping Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner in the lab.” Peter decided. “We’re the world’s mightiest heroes. One of us has to be able to fix this. This can’t be your last choice.”

“It’s been nearly a year Peter.” You shrugged sadly. “I don’t think this can be fixed.”

“But I can try.” He grasped your hands tightly.

“All I’m asking for is another year. One year to do everything I can to fix you.”

“I don’t know if I can take another year of this. I’m sorry.” You cupped his face to apologize, set on your decision.

“Please?” He whispered. “For me?”

“Okay.” You agreed, making his face light up. He hugged you tightly and kissed the side of your head, thanking you for giving him a chance. In the heat of the moment, it didn’t occur to Peter that you only agreed because you had to. You began to silently cry as you hugged him back, not having the heart to tell him you didn’t mean what you said. You didn’t want to agree, but you had no choice in the matter.

He asked for a year, and you had to obey.

PART TWO 

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[pixicunt]

SWEET THING

King Hoseok x reader

Wolf hybrid Namjoon x reader

wordcount:5.2k

warnings:LOTS. NONCON, breeding, dirty talk, cum inflation, lots of cum, plugging up cum, piss/wetting yourself/omo, FEAR play, pwp, predator/prey, violence, threats of body modification, body modification, restraints, mentions wound fucking but not detailed, big wolf dick, pussy slapping?, crying, oral giving and receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, humiliation, degrading, sex pollen, body harm, hybrids, hybrid breeding. anal, omg it looks like Namjoon is muzzled in the pic above i love it.

summary: Just evil king Hoseok who hunts down the last remaining hybrids left after the war that took place years ago when hybrid first came about, keeping a collection all for himself, he find a rare bunny hybrid ... you, ofc he couldn't do it without his loyal dog. I wrote this in two hours on a whim yesterday and its probably the fastest thing I have written. sorry for any mistakes its 12 AM

This is dark ! heavy ! please read with caution

Your knees felt like they could split open from the hard evergreen marble floors of the palace where you had been for the past hour, not allowed to move until the king arrived. Your tongue felt like sandpaper in your mouth, like swallowing broken glass and eyes puffy from how much you had cried. surely dehydrated.

You knew better, you mastered your stealth over the years and knew what, when and where was safe.

You know better. but you were so hungry, so , so , hungry.

"explain why a sweet little thing like you was stupid enough to steal from me"

Your tongue comes to wet the dry cracks on your lips, his voice so cheery and bright, a terrifying edge to it as you realy on your hearing to fill in the blanks of your vision, his voice making you flinch in fear. you cant help but tremble, rope much to tight and arms locked painful behind your back. you cant see with the bag over your head and your voice comes out in broken plea, cracking from the lack of moisture.

"im sorry sir, please have mercy on me". He could barley hear you and the low hum that flows through the room, a low rumble in his throat at your begging. your own throat bobs as you try to will yourself not to cry in front of the king, you've heard far to many stories about the king and what a cruel man he was, it was enough to give anyone nightmares and stay far away as possible, especially the ones like you, the special ones.

Hoseok clicks his tongue in thought. "ok send her off the slave quarters" you breathe a sigh of relief, having kept your identity safe enough to be sent to be a slave, it was the best outcome you could hope for but maybe the sigh of relief and the visible relaxation of your body was to0 obvious, you were so close but the king was never a kind man.

"but first .... strip her"

you freeze

you want to object

you'd rather be dead

Because being a working slave forced to build up structures and shine his shoes was better then being dead but being dead was better then being found out as a hybrid and not just any hybrid. with what little energy you could muster you try to pull away from the guards hand

"no,no dont touch me, please sir"

The guard rips the bag from your head and your blinded with light, your eyes trying to adjust to the beautiful dazzling lights and ruby quartz that decorate the space but they stay in a starry like fuzz from your tears that cloud your eyes. Its when your scarf is ripped from your head with the bag do you loose all hope, your legs trembling in fear, raw fear that made you want to throw up.

"well would you look at that, a sweet little bunny? I didn't think there were any left"

Your short ears twitch on your head, your left ear however droops, the muscle far too damaged from being tugged on by a villager that tried to kidnap you many years ago, you thought you were careful, told yourself you would never get caught again or let hunger take over your logical thinking, but here you are.

The King claps loudly in the room, smile spreading over his face like it was Christmas day. "and here I though that all the bunnies had gone extinct" the guard pulls you along until you were being pushed to your knees, no thrown to your knees infront of the king. A pained whimper echoing off the large marble walls.

"No need to be so harsh Tae, its just a little bunny, its not going anywhere" the guard nods in understanding as the king smiles down at you but you don't dare look up to meet the evil in his eyes. it was rare to see a bunny hybrid, most of them had been caught and sold for pleasure or brutally murdered years ago, they were the most desirable of all hybrids after all.

The King had just struck gold.

Most of the passive delicate prey hybrids were extinct , rare gems if you could get your hands on a cat, a mouse or ...a bunny.

 "I bet Seokjin would surrender his army and even his kingdom for it sir" The guard spoke from behind you, his hand clasped around the back of your neck to keep you still.

it?

you squirm in his hold, your breathing picking up in  panic.

The king only hums in his throat as he eyes you silently, his finger fitting under your chin to lift your face to his. "dont you have any respect for your king sweet thing" his tender touch turn harsh around your jaw when you try to turn your head and will away the tears

"look at me" his voice a harsh growl completely making your heart still in fear, a laugh snakes its way out of his mouth at your trembling lip. "oh god your shaking sweetheart, how cute"

There was no good outcome to this and you would rather be killed right here right now. you were going to be used for sexual pleasure over and over and over again by different people if you didn't get out now. you heard the stories, you've heard about the hybrid markets , you've hear about the endless night of torture.

"Sweet little bunny is a bit far from home aren't you?, are you going to submit and show your king your sweet little cunt" Hoseok cant contain his smirk, it spills over his lips and over his face, drinking you in as he motions for the guard to untie you. once the last thread of rope is pulled from your hands you waste no time.

Your hands fly out , claws drawn to swipe across the smile on his face, the blood doesn't ooze straight away, it prickles, three deep gashes turning pink across his cheek. somewhat stunned, frozen in place you forget to run, the guard reacting fast to hold you down while the king moves to touch the blood that has begun to drip and gush down his face and staining the white collar of his silk shirt.

His eyes were emotionless when he looks at your scared face, your body goes limp at the force of the slap that he delivers to your cheek. Your head wiping to the side and into the sturdy chest of the guard behind you. nothing but a fragile whimper leaving your mouth, your hair sticking to your neck with sweat, ears pressed flat ontop of your head, you cover your face with your hands as you cry as you fall to the floor.

His hand is quick to thread through your hair, tugging at the roots until it felt like your sculp was on fire, you look up at him through watery eyes "you'll regret that, I promise you'll wish you never put your hands on me"

The guard clears his throat. "should I take it downstairs sir, Jimin hasn't been fed in a while" you cry harder, hysterically as you cling to the kings leg. Everyone knew about the dragon hybrid that the king owned, people that get sent down to the dragon never make it back.

"hmm no" he pulls you up by the hair until you were standing on two feet.

"just declaw it and get Namjoonie from his cell, make sure to inject him with enough pollen to last a few hours and muzzle him because hes been a bit feral lately" He lets go of your hair and you fall to the hard floor, winded and gasping for air when he rolls you onto your back with his shoe.

"im going to have fun, I want to see that pretty pussy on display, spread it"

The guard ignores your protest and cries as he strips you of all clothing, prying open your legs wide and keeping them open for the king to feast his eyes upon. anyone walking past would be able to see you.

A deep groan from the king as he spreads you open further with two fingers. "Tae hand me the paddle, this slut needs to know its place, how does 10 sound sweet thing?" you couldn't answer, your cries wailing in the large open throne room. His fingers running up and down your slit with evil intent, working them in soothing circles to get your blood circulating.

The guard hands him the paddle and Hoseok brushes it over your clit softly. "i wonder if it can cum just from this, shall we test it out?"  he asks with a smile before coming down with force on your clit, the loud slap of the paddle making your breathing stop, hitched in your lungs before you cry out in pain , your legs kicking and flying about to get away only making the king angrier.

"Tae -fuck hold her still and cut her heels, its getting on my nerves"

you black out from the pain.

-

-

-

You wake with immense pain in your ribs, they felt like they were caging into your lungs making it hard to breathe, everything hurt and your body was screaming in pain. you remember satisfaction in his eyes when he watched all the light drain from your eyes, it was terrifying and you were scared beyond measure

With your hands cuffed to the bed, the silken sheets underneath you supplying a little bit of relief on your tired body. tears ran down your face in hot streaks and wetting the expensive fabric as you wiggle your body to free yourself, your body aching in pain every time you move.

"I told you that you that I would make you regret it little bunny" your head lifts in fear, your wiggling intensifies to try and get away from him, his relaxed posture as he leans up against the wall and watches you struggle with a smile.

The bottoms of your legs are deadweight "please" you cant stop the tears infront of the merciless king, his amused stare watching you panic like all bunnies would.

"please what"

He moves from his position against the wall to slowly make his way over to you with heeled steps, his shoes clicking against the red marble floors of his royal chambers, it sounded like a ticking bomb with every step until he was standing at the end of the bed, looking down at your tear stained face

"p-please dont hurt me sir-pl-eas"

He continues to walk, hands behind his back moving over to one side of the bed. his hand coming out to softly touch your cheek that was bruised from his hand earlier, your body littered with marks of tremendous pain, you flinch away from him and his touch

he wasn't happy.

"So precious and small, sweet thing,  I could snap you like a twig"

To your misery you were stripped down to nothing, remembering how he  spread you open to play with you. your bare body presented to his wandering eyes as he drinks you in under the privacy of his room.  His hand coming to rest on your thigh before spreading your legs open again, fingers coming to play with your abused clit that throbbed under his touch.

His other hand clamps over your mouth to shush your cries. there was nothing you could do, you couldn't even move your legs from the trauma he had put them through. You don't know if you would even be able to walk again, Achilles tendon sliced with no mercy, you couldn't run now even if you wanted to.

"you passed out before I could really start the fun earlier but if you keep up with your crying I have no problem sewing your mouth shut or cutting out your tongue, all you have to do is tell me if there are anymore like you and daddy will reward you" he waits for your answer patiently, you were weak against his grip but you'd rather die trying.

He removes his hand from your mouth to let you speak, expecting you to comply but instead you spit in his face. your entire body trembles when he calmly wipes at his eye with his hand.

"you obviously haven't learned anything about me and just how cruel a king i can be" and with that he stepped away from the bed, gathering the tape that he already had ready. He holds your jaw still as he places the tape over your mouth and walks away to the bedroom door, not looking back as he clicks the door shut and leaving you there in the silence of the unfamiliar room.

you dont know how long you lay there helplessly crying to yourself, a female nurse coming in to clean and bandage your ankles and hands but no matter how much you beg and plead her from behind the thick piece of tape over your mouth she doesn't look you in the eye.

"It will be better if you just do what he says, im sorry " she collects her things quietly and quickly exits the room just as Hoseok enters again, giving the nurse a harsh glare and shooing her away with zero patience.

Her eyes wide as he looks at the king then just over the kings shoulder, fear plagues her face before she looks at her feet and scurries away.

Hoseoks icy glare turns into a bright smile as he enters the room, the clinking sound of chains not far behind. in his hand a thick metal chain and attached to it a beast, no a wolf . A hybrid wolf. The wolf hybrid could barley open his eyes, chest heaving and panting like the hybrid had just come back from a huge marathon. You could see his veins pulsing under his flushed skin, trying so hard not to pounce on the addicting sweetness that was your scent, the smell of your fear mixing in the air and the wolf was getting drunk on it.

" I like my pets a little more broken, not an inch of fight left  and I don't mind breaking them in myself but as king I just don't have time to tame you, lucky i have just the thing"

He tugs the wolf into the room by a metal chain, Hoseoks name engraved into the pups chest, a painful burn, a reminder of ownership with a matching collar around the wolfs neck in gold. 

He tugs harshly on the chain until the wolf collapses onto the floor, its muscles bulging to steady itself on the marble. The wolf sits on its knees and you watch with puffy eyes as Hoseok moves his hand through the pups hair. The dog looked feral, unhinged and ready to pounce and tear you apart, eye turning a hue of lilac telling you it couldn't wait to taste you.

"Oh I think Joonie likes you, bet he can smell you from here"

You heard the deep growl in its chest as it watch you cry.  fear paralyzed you, your instincts screaming at you to run, to hide and burrow but you were trapped under the thick metal and your feet were robbed of movement.

"This is Joonie and hes been a really bad dog" Hoseoks hand turns from patting the pups hair to grabbing a handful of his locks in a harsh tug, rolling the pups head around as he pleases before pulling him by the hair to the end of the bed, keeping him planted on his knees with strong hand, panting behind his muzzle.

"He hasn't cum for a week, only been lucky enough to use that pretty mouth to get me off but his big useless dick hasn't been touched for so long" Hoseok lets go of the his hair, the big dog letting out a whimper when he does so.

"I usually let my pup fuck the human slaves but he got so riled up he ended up mauling one of them to death, ripping them open and fucking their open wounds he just couldn't get enough, it was one of my favorite pets too"

The king tuts in memory of the incident as you silently cry, your eyes not moving from the wolf that was much to close for comfort, fear eating you alive in a slow burning suffocation, water dripping from your nose and past the thick tape on your mouth. Hoseok manhandles your legs apart again and taking a glimpse of your pretty cunt, taking two fingers to spread you open to inspect you, his fingers brushing over your clit and down towards your entrance.

"what's wrong bunny, are you scared? is that why your so dry down here" he rubs at your clit and you try desperately to close your legs, Namjoon growls at your resistance against Hoseok and you instantly open your legs out of fear, your prey instincts making your body limp and floppy.

Your body shakes and trembles when Hoseok sucks two fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva before pushing the digits inside of you, it hurt and you cant mask the scream that comes out muffled.

you pull at your restraints as Hoseok begins to move his digits inside of you, not starting off slow and with no mercy he pumps them into you, holding you down by your abdomen as he works on loosening you up.

 "i wouldn't scream if i were you, Namjoonie loves when sweet things like you scream and cry and beg for mercy, do you want the big bad wolf to fuck your tiny virgin holes? hes not a nice as me"

You shake your head franticly, voice muffled in your throat as you cry endlessly, patheticaly as Namjoons eyes turn a deeper shade of lust, a feral urge growing inside of him.

"Are you going to tell me where the other bunnies are, surely your not alone?" your mind wanders off to Jungkook, he was probably terrified all alone at home, you had gone to get food and never returned. you would never let anything happen to him and you keep your mouth clamped shut.

Hoseok takes notice of your silence, he was disappointed. He removes his fingers from your barley streached out hole, wiping the residue of your slick over your swollen clit.

"hmm that too bad, I dont have time for this so you leave me no choice"

Hoseok gets off the bed and moves over to where Namjoon is still on his knees waiting patiently, drooling from the sides of his mouth, his eyes haven't left your cunt since he came into the room, his hooded eyes telling you just how much he wanted to ruin you and you cant help the electric zap of fear when he pulls Namjoon closer.

Hoseok makes a move to remove the muzzle from his pet and you panic thrashing around in the warm bed to get away, the anatomy wouldn't work, the wolf was much to big and when you glance down at his cock you cant help the tears that fall, it was never going to fit. you were just a bunny.

You shake your head frantically ,pulling hard at your restraints and Hoseok smirks, you cant hold in your fear and your legs involuntarily shake, you bladder letting loose.

It trickles and seeps into the sheet, Hoseok coos and laughs at you, Namjoon feels his wolf going feral inside him, the muzzle falls falls from his mouth and it hits the marble floor

Namjoon sees red

sees you

Nothing but you, the smell of you so sweet, the smell of your fear igniting lust and setting fire to his predator instincts.

He let out a deep growl when he moves onto the bed,  instincts telling him to fuck you until your clinging for dear life, just wants to fuck you into unconsciousness with an inch of your life , his hands are rough on your thighs ,pulling them so open harshly you think he tore a ligament of your hamstring, the air being forced out of you with a pitiful whimper, your body going lax when the wolf bares his sharp teeth.

Namjoon is quickly stopped half way into opening your legs as far as they could go when Hoseok pulls at his hair again.

  "Teeth away, dont break her too much Joonie, she's absolute terrified , I mean look at what a mess she made, I bet you could just eat her right up, use your mouth to clean up the mess you caused" Namjoon breathes deeply, his cock pulsing and turning purple secured with the cock ring that had been staring at him all week, your smell was intoxicating, the idea of having you in his mouth making him salivate with a grunt.

Hoseok pushes the back of Namjoons head down until his mouth connects with your sensitive folds, he wastes no time opening his mouth to indulge in you, his clawed hands wrapping around your thighs and holding you down to let his tongue work relentless on you, licking and sucking you clean. loud messy noises filling the chamber.

"disgusting, making a mess in my bed, I think you deserve to be fucked on the floor where you belong"

The wolfs  sharp teeth nip against your flesh making you tense in fear, how easy he could kill you right now settling in, your body shakes as your first orgasm rips through you unexpectedly, your back arching as your legs shake. all you could do was cry and lay there to take it. Hoseok patting down Namjoons ears. "oh she likes it, doesn't his mouth feel good, doesn't it feel good to surrender and submit to those who know best, tell me how his mouth feels"

Hoseok tapped your chin "open your eyes and tell me" you open your eyes that had been closed shut in fear, Namjoons hooded hungry eyes looking right back at you from between your legs, a low growl in his chest before he slips his tongue inside your small unused hole.

You thrash on the bed, hot streak of weak tears collecting at your collarbone, your hips lifting off the bed to get away from the intrusive simulation but Namjoon dosnt allow for it, your hips barley moving an inch off the bed. He rips the tape from your mouth, it hurts and the sting of pain swirls around your head.

"please , h-hurts- " you could barley talk, weak from the  abuse you have endured when you tried to run for freedom and the lack of food in your system, you wouldn't be able to take the wolfs thick length that lays achingly hard against the silk sheets, his hips rutting into nothing in desperation.

"thats too bad precious" Hoseok yanks Namjoon back by his collar, metal digging into his throat and mouth dripping, a thick layer coating his chin and dripping onto the expensive bed. Hoseok unlocks your restraints and your hands fall to the bed, not daring to move as the wolf holds you with a stare that promises you would regret moving.

The king takes purchase between your legs, holding them open to see your now glistening cunt so pretty and on display, he doesn't bother with anymore foreplay, hes been to kind to you already and so he pulls down his pants, letting his cock slap against you thigh before he pushes into you without warning and bearing the fruits of his labor.

your muscles tense and your hands move to push him away, it hurt, the way he grit his teeth at the resistance of your walls and the sudden pop of him pushing all the way inside of you, your mouth hanging wide open as you squeeze your eyes shut. "ah-ah dont even think about doing anything little bunny or ill command my pet to fuck your throat"

He pulls out to the tip loving the way your walls tried to suck him back in, head catching against the rim of your entrance. "you want him to fuck your throat until his knot swells and gets dislodged in your throat leaving you with no room to breath with a broken jaw ?, iv see him do it, i bet you'd love it little pain slut"

The king laughs as fear takes over every inch of your body, fucking back into you. "want us both to fuck you open real nice and slow, use and breed all your slutty little holes, Namjoonie can take your virgin ass while i fuck you full ?"

You couldn't breathe from the amount of fear and adrenaline coursing though your body. your airway closing up so only little squeaks could make their way though. you felt him so deep inside of you, the drag along your walls leaving your limbs feeling like jelly

"such a good little cockslut, just wanna be bred dont you?" he hooks his hands under your legs, his fingers brushing over your Achilles tendons making you cry out in pain, distracting you from the tight feeling winding up in your gutt again.

Namjoon was panting, skin sweating as he fights the urge to keep himself planted and not make promise to everything the king was saying, Hoseok having a tight grip on the leash the entire time.

A knock interrupts you . Taehyung , the guard from before walks in. His eyes fall on you, bloody, bruised, fucked into a speechless pet for pleasure. "im sorry to interrupt but we found another bunny, he was wondering around the market" Jungkook...

Hoseok pulls out reluctantly with a deep growl of annoyance but is quickly replaced with a smile. "two in one day, when did i get so lucky" he turns from his guard and back to you, your shiny eyes leaking a fresh batch of tears. "no,no please dont hurt him, do-dont touch him" Taehyung bows to leave but Hoseok stops him and commands him to sit and watch, he wont take long.

You were still begging, words slurring into nonsense and Hoseok coos at you, taking a fistful of your hair and yanking your face closer to his.

"This is perfect darling don't you see, you get to be a mindless little bunny, only good for taking cock, gonna get you nice and full" he taps his cock at your lips and pushing it past your lips into your mouth , fucking into your throat at a punishing pace with an iron grip to your scalp.

"A breeding slut to make daddy rich, you should just be lucky i don't leave you to my dragon down in the cellar, the last person that pissed me off got sent down there, their holes so stretched and torn that they dont close anymore, just a gaping hole and barley alive"

Its too deep, too far, you could feel your throat retching, begging to get rid of the intrusion that was fucking into your mouth but he holds you there, the first spirt of salty cum making you gag and trying desperately to pull off.

Hoseok hold you still, fingers pinching your nose. "swallow or you don't breathe" you swallow around the cock and he groans in pleasure, pulling his softening length from your throat with a soft pat to your head.

You throw up almost instantly, your body not being about to take it. The fear, the repulsion and disgust, his smile was condescending as he pats your cheek softly

"puppy is going to breed you nice and full, hes been dying for it, got so much cum for you, built up all week you'll feel so full" Hoseok releases the long chain he had been holding onto the entire time, it falls to the marble floor with a deafening clank and Namjoon wastes no time manhandling you onto your stomach. Hand rough in your hair and holding you down into the fluffy pillows

"don't try and talk to him either, i removed his vocal cords long ago"

claws dig their way into your flesh to hold you down while the wolf pushes the thick head into you, a broken scream of pain followed by a pained moan cracking your voice when he pushes in all the way, it was too big, you could feel your insides splitting open to accommodate his size, you felt him everywhere.

Feeling high on pain and that inkling of pleasure had you closing your eyes ready to give up, the slow but harsh bucking of hips turning your limbs into jelly and defenseless against being broken in by the wolf, sinking deeper with every thrust until you could feel the large pulsing length at your cervix

Namjoon loosing his will to go slow and picking up a harsh pace, your body rippling when his hips connect to your skin, your teeth biting into the pillow as drool and tears soak through.  faint moans with every deep thrust leaves Hoseok pleased, if he could tame a dragon and a wolf then a sweet little bunny like you was nothing.

 "i hope what they saying about fucking like bunnies is true because we have all night darling"

He pats the dogs hair before whispering in his ear "and Joonie dont kill this one, i need it alive and breedable" Hoseok leaves with a final click of the door to attend other kingdom matters, claws sinking deeper into your soft flesh to keep you still and pull you back onto his cock.

"joonie, Namjoonie s-slow d-down" He couldnt think, just breed breed breed playing around in his mind, sweet little bunny, must breed. feeling hot with need with whatever Hoseok injected him with. He wasnt allowed to entertain your words, he didn't want to be punished again and your walls squeezing him so tight didn't allow him to think much of anything else so he pushes your face back into the pillow, silencing you with his hand over your mouth.

An hour latter you were a mess of cum, drool and tears. the wolf was hardly done with you at all, even with his cum oozing from you and leaking down your thighs, even with your stomach protruding painfully, he didn't stop, getting bored of your loose walls to move his length to your unused hole, sobbing and protesting and pushing him out.

he just wanted that tight warmth your ass could provide and pushes through the resistance, your sobbing dying on your tongue when he pushes and fucks all the way in

One hour turns into two and when Hoseok walks back into the room your so fucked out, moving in and out of consciousness that you don't acknowledge him or Namjoons tongue lapping you up. Whatever Hoseok injected him with earlier had now worn off completely.  Hoseok plugging you up to keep all the cum inside.

"oh bunny what  a mess, even with the plug in your still leaking everywhere" The king tuts in amusement. "might have to hang you upside down to make sure it all stays in"

He pats Namjoons head before picking you up, much heavier then before with all the cum inside you. "there's still so much more breeding to do sweet thing, dont fall asleep yet"

He takes you room with a glass window, nothing in the room except a shallow mattress and Jungkook pacing back and forth, his bunny eras erect to listen for any sounds. Jungkook was locked in the room, you could see him but he couldn't see you. you watch him grab his ears and pull them harshly, what had they done to him

like he could read your mind the king spoke up. "we injected him with some special.." he pauses, a smile filtering across his face. "some special medicine, he was being very difficult and we knew he wasn't going to breed on his own will"

Hoseok goes to unlock the door while you watch your friend loose him mind, suddenly his nose twitches, his head snapping up and looking right at you, he couldn't see you but his pupils dilated, almost fully black.

  Hoseok picks you up and throws you into the bed.

"good luck"

[jeonfiiction]

BTS Reaction: You giving them the silent treatment

A/N: My first reaction!!! I made this awhile back so the reader is female but look forward to more. Some male readers and also nonbinary reader reactions! Enjoy!

Warnings: Slight Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Cursing, A kind of sorta breakup, female reader.

Kim Seokjin

It had been a week. One entire week since you had spoken a word to the eldest member and your prized boyfriend. His words echoing in your head.

‘Leave me alone!’ Jin yelled at you when your hand went to reach for his. Your worry about his mental health bringing about the sudden skinship but his yell piercing through your heart. “You are so annoying sometimes!”

“Kitten?” Jin’s soft voice echoed off the walls. Your body slumped against the couch, book open on your lap. The door shutting with a soft click before the light footsteps of your boyfriend followed. His body slowly sitting next to yours. Your eyes never leaving the book refusing to give in after his hurtful words last week.

“Baby…” Jin mumbled. His hand coming up to push the book down, eyes meeting yours. Guilt and regret shining clearly in the brown orbs of your lover, except the sight not doing anything to stop the sadness inside your heart.

You don't respond, like always. Turning your face away and pulling the book back up to your face. Not really reading. Very much aware of your boyfriend’s stare.

“Please baby, I...I didn't mean to blow up at you.” Jin pleas as you slowly close to book. Setting it down on your lap and looking back at the older boy. “I was so stressed and that gave me no right to blow up but...please.” Jin’s begs made your heart ache. The book falling to the floor as you moved. Slowly, gently wrapping your arms around him.

“...ok.” You let out a small breath as you spoke. Voice quiet. Jin reacting instantly. Arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him.

“Please forgive me, please. I love you so much Y/N.” Jin states quickly. Kissing your head and rubbing your back. Arms of yours holding onto him gently.

“I do, I forgive you.” You breath out. Resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you too.”

Min Yoongi

  “Will you stop ignoring me?” Yoongi asked with a huff. His earlier greeting earning nothing but a glance from you. The same response he had been receiving for the past few days, since his unexpected blow up.

  “Get the fuck out.” Yoongi ordered Slamming his hands down on the table in frustration. Eyes snapping to you as he growls in annoyance again. Standing up, the chair hitting the wall and startling you.

  “Yoo-"

  “Get out!”

  “Baby, come on.” Yoongi sighed out. Leaning across the counter as you cooked. Your eyes watching your hands as you cut some vegetables for the soup. The boy slowly moving around. Arms wrapping around your waist and pressing his chest against your back. His head nuzzling into your neck. Breath fanning against your skin. Small pecks being made, his lips trailing down. The knife dropping out of your hand, eyes closing briefly. A small sigh slipping from you after so long without Yoongi.

  “...Yoongi. I’m still mad.” You said simply earning a soft hum from the boy. His lips busying themselves by kissing up your neck. Hands around your waist pulling you closer to him.

  “Let me make it up to you.” Yoongi whispered. His guilt shining clear in his low voice. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

  “...Fine.” You gave in. Yoongi smiling against your skin. Turning you around to face him. Dark eyes capturing you as his lips connected with yours sweetly.

Jung Hoseok

It was so unlike Hoseok, Mr. Sunshine of BTS to get so stressed he lost it. His bubbly attitude and down right loving nature preventing him from ever taking his frustrations out on anyone, expect last week. The new dances and constant critiques made about his moves sending him into a frenzied panic.

  “Please...just go.” Hobi muttered. Already rewinding the song. Fanning himself with his shirt with his free hand. Face red from the amount of work, sweat dripping from all the exercise. The bags under Hoseok’s eyes revealing his lack of sleep.

  “No, you need to sleep.” You argued. Stepping to him and reaching for his phone. Worrying filling you at his state.

  “I don’t need or want your help! Go away!” His yells sent you flying back. Tears pooling in your eyes and his own dark orbs reflecting Hobi’s instant regret.

  “Just talk to me!” He pleaded. J-Hope’s eyes wide with the need to hear your voice after a week of pure silence. His hand touching yours where they were folded on your lap.

“...Please.” He begged. Voice low in sorrow. “I know I messed up, but please...let’s talk about it.” Your heart ached at his pleads. Letting out a small huff of defeat.

  “Okay.” You mumbled. Hoseok smiling brightly. Squeezing your hands as he began to explain himself. Each word already healing the wound on your heart.

Kim Namjoon

“I wouldn’t have asked you out if I would have known you were gonna be this damn annoying!” He yelled. Pulling away from your touch. His hands yanking on his own hair in frustrations. Your heart shattering, even if you knew Namjoon didn't mean it. Words still slicing through your soul.

  “...I didn’t mean to insult you.” Namjoon whispered. Your back facing him in bed, eyes having been closed since he had arrived. Leading the man to believe you were asleep. His hand touching your arm gently. “I was frustrated, mostly at myself. Not only because of all the work piling up but also because, I was having to push you aside.” Namjoon’s voice cracked as he spoke. Soft words turning into a quiet sob as you turned around. Your boyfriend looking shocked at the sudden movement.

  “Hey, hey.” You whispered. Cupping his cheek and wiping the tears as they fell. “Don’t cry Joonie.” His warm hands wrapped around your wrists. Eyes flickering across your face to study any sigh of anger.

  “I...I love you so much.” He managed to push out. One of Joon’s hand letting your wrist go to wrap around your waist. Pulling your body to his. Your hands moving to press against his chest. Head resting on his upper arm as he laid it on the pillow.

  “I love you too.”

Kim Taehyung

  “Just leave me the hell alone.” Taehyung snapped. His tone filled with annoyance and exhaustion. Your constant affection only furthering the stress in his mind and leading him down a path he would never had never thought was possible. Hurting you.

  “I...fine. How about...you just, find someone who doesn't bother you as much as I do then.”

  Those had been your last words to him since two weeks ago. Missed calls and texts from Taehyung filling up your phone to the point where you just stopped using it. Your work even calling you after the first week of absence and then sending you a text not to come back the next week. Pieces of your life falling apart. Heart heavy with the loss of Taehyung, heavy from his words you knew deep inside he hadn't meant.

  “Baby! Come on, open up!” Taehyung’s voice sounded from the door. His loud knocks echoing through your otherwise quiet apartment. Each jolt of the door sending a pulsing pain through your heart. “Please! We need to talk!” Tae pleaded. His knocks stopping and a sound of his hand moving down the door faintly filling the room as you stood. Slowly opening the door to reveal.

  The boy’s eyes found yours. Fear and sorrow twirling through his. Bags under them revealing his lack of sleep. Hair disheveled, clothes thrown together. Taehyung appearance never having looked so bad in your entire life knowing him. “Baby...im sorry.” He whispered. Hand pressed against the doorframe to balance him.

  “Why did you do it?” You asked in a whisper. Taehyung’s eyes lighting up slightly at the sound of your voice.

  “I...I was stressed and stupid. You didn't deserve that, at all. Please...I...I cant live without you.” Tae’s pleaded and the sound made you step forward. Slowing hugging him.

  “I love you.” You whispered. Taehyung repeating it as his arms wrapped around you. Making you feel at home once more.

Park Jimin

  Jimin had to miss an interview. His voice needing time to rest but despite his free time, the boy had closed off. Blaming himself for letting down the boys. Even as they all understood.

  “Babe, we all have times where we need to rest.” You stated gently. Running a hand through his hair and wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind.

  “Baby, just...let me be alone for now.” Jimin muttered. His tone thick with annoyance and frustration, mostly with himself.

  “Jimin...listen to me. Please.” You begged Hating his down mood and just wanting to help bring back the cheerful Mochi.

  “Just leave!” He yelled loudly. His eyes dark with frustration when he looked at you.

  It had been months after leaving him to tour without you. Going back home after his blow up. His texts and calls going unanswered. His anger something you hadn't deserved and you were determined to show him that.

  “...Princess?” Jimin’s voice filled your house. Your eyes flickering to him from you bed. His own eyes filled with guilt. Guilt and sadness. Bag dropping to the ground by the door as he slowly moved to lay next to you. Scooting over as he did. “Oh baby...please.” He begged. His hand slowly wrapping around your waist and pulling you to him. His chest pressed against your back. Face nuzzling into her neck. Your heart racing at finally being near him, despite being upset at him.

  “...I don’t want to...be around you after that.” You managed to get out. Jimin’s lips leaving kisses down your neck as you spoke.

  “Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blow up at you. I was wrong too.” Jimin pleaded softly. His lips trailing down your neck more. Holding you tighter against him. “Please. I love you so much baby.”

  “...I love you too.” You mumbled. Knowing he really didn't mean it. Leaning your head back for him. His hand moving up as he nipped at your skin.

Jeon Jungkook

“It’s been a week. Talk to me.” Kook snapped out. His tone soft despite the annoyance behind his words. He hated being ignored and maybe it was wrong to use that to get your point across, but it worked.

  “I messed up, I got hurt.” Jungkook mutters to himself in anger. Having a hard time as he prepared for the show. Shrugging on his jacket and glancing at the chair he would have to sit on. The entire time.

  “Baby...things happen.” You cooed. Trying to make him feel better. Slowly helping to fix his jacket. Jungkook’s eyes remaining on the chair with resentment. Pushing you, gently, off him. Hurt flickering in your eyes.

    “Go away.” He growled in frustration. “I don't need you to sugar coat things and baby me.”

  And you had left. Hadn't even been able to comfort him when he started crying on stage due to his leg and guilt for pushing you away.

  “Babe. One entire week, this is outrageous. Please.” Kook spun your chair again to make you face him. His eyes watching you carefully.

  “You closed me off.” You finally said. Jungkook’s eyes lighting up at the sound of your voice. Touching your arms with hope.

  “I know and I was wrong to do that. Please...im sorry.” Your heart betrayed your mind. A small smile spreading across your face at his joy of hearing you speak. Nodding a little as his lips connected with yours.

[lustbile-archive]

Abandoned Part 2

MarkxReader

Word Count: 7.4k+

Summary/Warnings: You can try to pretend that the monster you met on halloween night didn’t actually exist, and you can definitely pretend that he didn’t do what he did. You can pretend all you want but that doesn’t change anything, and it also doesn’t change the fact that you cant stop thinking about him every night. Monster!Mark

PART 1 HERE

It took you about three full weeks before you could return to the warehouse again. It wasn’t that you weren’t thinking about it, you thought about it every single day in fact. The building itself stood tall right in the center of town, looming over you and everyone else who was blissfully unaware of what lived in its walls, and you were forced to pass it every single day of your life.

So no, its not that you weren’t thinking about it, or him more specifically, but the fear of facing the truth of what had happened that night, what you had done and let him do to you, made you avoid the building like the plague. Just the cringe you got from remembering the unconvincing lie you had to conjure to explain to your friend why you returned with wrinkled clothes stained with black liquid made you wish the building would just disappear.

You’d drop your eyes whenever you had to pass by the building, a queasy and unsure bile stinging your throat, and every time your friend would bring up your little halloween adventure to impress someone irrelevant, you’d brush it off with a comment of, ‘nothing really interesting happened, just an old gross building.’

But your avoidance or denial did nothing to erase him from your mind. He plagued your dreams, lived freely in your thoughts and every minuscule space in your bones. The things your mind subjected you to in your unconscious state, for any other person, would be things of nightmares.

Everything was all sharp teeth, a thick dripping black liquid, and a grinning boy whose tongue was longer than your forearm danced in your fantasies like the building blocks for your own personal fucked up prince charming.

But regardless, the idea of seeing and experiencing him again, and maybe even stealing a few answers in the process, pulled you to the building like a magnet. The whistling air the ran through the rooms, the broken glass, and crumbling walls called to you like a siren, and after three weeks of denying it, you were getting dressed and sneaking out in the middle of the night to go find him.

It was colder than it was on halloween, the biting cold of a dark November night greeting you as you escaped the walls of your home. Every step you took as you walked to your fate was followed by a harsh bite pressed deeply against your bottom lip, and the moment you were faced with the same decrepit door way that you and your friend had snuck into that night, you knew that it was the point of no return.

Trekking through the rubble of the old building was different now that you were alone. Every room devoid of light felt darker, the creaking of wood louder, and it felt like every step you took was seen by millions of invisible eyes. The only thing that stopped you from letting out a yelp in surprise when a couple of large rats ran directly in front of you, was the fear that something other than the creature you were searching for would hear and find you before he could.

It took you about half an hour to find the room again, but your lack of company and the fact that you kept your arms wound tightly around yourself stopping you from reaching for your phone made it feel like an eternity. You silently scold yourself for not remembering better, or leaving some form of marker to remind you where to go, but as you finally stand in front of the glass filled room, the only feelings that truly remain in your chest is the dread of unknowing and a silent wish that your search had taken just a little longer.

The door to the room lets out a jarring scream that echoes down the halls and makes you flinch as you push it open. The heavy metal has become uneven with age and scraps along the floor loudly, and you find yourself conflicted in hoping that the sounds you cause tipped the creature off to your presence and praying that he didn’t hear it at all.

You cringe as your breath and heartbeat are the only noises that drum against your ears after the door slams shuts behind you. And as you stand frozen in the hallow room, a small part of you is disappointed that he’d isn’t standing there waiting like your knight in shining armor.

The glass still glitters just as beautifully as it had so many nights before, and you almost curse it for being the thing that got you into your position in the first place.

But as you stand scowling at the inanimate pieces, it’s at this moment you realize you have no idea how to get him to know you’re there, as well as realizing that you’re not sure if you want him to know as it would mean you’d have to face something that you hadn’t even fully decided was real.

Your mind was still struggling to wrap itself around the events that had happened in the room that you stand in, and even with proof that the room at least exists, you can feel your mind trying to convince you that you had completely fabricated the creature. Something about the air that whips around you makes you feel like your losing your sense of reality, and with a last push of courage you decide there’s only one way to learn whether or not your mind is turning against you.

With a timid tone and a slight crack to your voice, you whisper out a quiet ‘hello’ as you finally move further into the room, your shaky voice bouncing off the cement walls almost as if to mock you.

When you’re met with nothing but deafening silence, you try once again only slightly louder.

You finally untangle yourself from your own arms, the heat you had accumulated almost immediately spilling from the sleeves of your sweater as you move to pull your phone from the band of your skirt and bush the button that will illuminate the room with its flashlight.

You let out a few more calls, the tension slipping from your shoulders each time before you find yourself pushing around the glass with your shoe as if you were kicking rocks. You almost cover the entire surface area of the desolate room and start to even slip into boredom before you have to face the fact that you are most definitely avoiding any space within three feet of the pitch black doorway of the closet that the creature had emerged from the first time you saw him.

With a deep breath that rattles your chest, you move closer to what feels like the visual representation of your personal demise. Glass loudly crunches under your shoes as you get closer and closer to the doorway and it feels like your heart has made residence in your throat.

You feel like your getting closer to a forbidden world as you now stand less than a foot away from the space who’s only hint of life had been the boy you had seen weeks ago, your flashlight close enough now to illuminate it a bit, but the only thing the article light exposes is a blank wall that mocks you.

The voice that resides in the back of your mind screams at you to turn around and leave, but your body moves with a mind of its own as you take your first step into the closet.

Without thinking, you lean forward, your hand pressing gently against the cinder wall that acts as the back of the small closet. You’ve convinced yourself that maybe it’s a false wall, that it will collapse and reveal the boy that’s lived in your dreams for so many nights. You feel slightly silly letting your mind wander to something that’s only been done in mystery novels, but considering you’re looking for a boy with a shark teeth and a demon’s tongue nothing seems imposible now.

With a harder shove and a deep huff from your chest, you start to cave into yourself for being foolish enough to let yourself believe in a secret passageway. You’re ready to tuck your tail between your legs and run out of the building in shame, when you feel something softly brush your shoulder.

Just the same as last time you jump, your phone slipping from your fingers and falling to the floor. A muffled crackling noise telling you that the crack that ran from one corner to the dead center of your screen had just been made bigger and even possibly had gained a few acquaintances. The sound of the loud yelp that leaves you being the only sound to join it other than the quiet gasp that comes from beside you.

He’s close enough that you can make out his features regardless of the dark, his mouth hanging in a soft o shape and his eyebrows lifted towards his hairline in shock from your reaction. You both stand there for a moment, a heavy silence between you showing that he was just as shaken by your presence as you were with his. And as realization and reality begin to bleed back into both of your brains, you feel your muscles relax as you lean back against the wall and the black liquid starts to drip out of his mouth again in excitement.

His eyes dance with happiness at seeing you again, the sight endearing enough that you’re weirdly unaffected by the liquid that begins to splash on the floor between his feet. With the images that had filled your mind for the past weeks, you find yourself pleasantly surprised by how cute he is, also slightly disappointed in yourself for letting yourself forget.

“Hi,” you speak first, your voice airy with relief. He’s not even half as scary as you had convinced yourself, and you could feel your heart start to beat rapidly at the sight of his excited grin, sharp teeth and all.

“I didn’t think you’d come back!” he speaks louder than you expected, his giddiness making you smile but his words slightly breaking your heart.

You only get a moment to sulk over the idea of him thinking he’d never see you again, before he’s all but jumping on you and latching his dripping mouth to your neck.

You freeze for a moment, the shock of his eagerness and the tingle that runs up your spine at the scrape of his teeth making you mind skip a beat. You almost allow him to continue on, greedily accepting the feeling of his warm tongue lapping at your skin, but your consciousness returns to you quickly enough that you can will yourself to lift your arms and gently push him away.

There’s a wet pop as he reluctantly pulls away, his mouth leaving a trail of liquid behind to drip down your skin. You’re ashamed of yourself for the way your heart clenches at his look of confusion and disappointment, but you tell yourself you can’t let anything happen again without talking to him and getting answers.

“You don’t have to do that,” you whisper gently, your hands sliding up to hold the sides of his face.

You’re both slightly panting already, your breath puffing from the feeling of his mouth, but his seems to come from his confusion and worry.

“Sorry,” he quickly apologizes, his eyes widening as his words spill out, “you seemed to enjoy it last time so I thought… you did like it last time didn’t you?”

You smile softly at his concern, “I did,” your head bobbing slightly to reassure him, “I did a lot. I just- we can talk first. Like what’s your name?’’

His eyebrows thread together, his head tilting to the side reminding you of a confused puppy, “name?”

Just the one word asked with a questioning tone threw you off, and it takes you a moment to collect your thoughts enough to understand you’ll have to explain what a name is.

“You know…” your hands move away from his face as they flail slightly as you think, his own hands compensating for the lack of physical contact by landing on the bend of your back, “like is there something specific that people call only you. Y’know to get your attention and stuff.”

“Oh!” he says, excited to understand slightly better, “well…. my friends call me Mark!”

“Mark…” you test out the weirdly normal name on your tongue, a small spike of shame running through you at the fact that you assumed it would be anything different, “cool…”

You offer your own name, the way his eyes light up at the syllables making your chest swell. There’s a beat of silence after he takes his turn in repeating your name, and you can feel yourself melting into the moment.

“I wanted to talk to you more,” he speaks up again, his fingers flexing against your back as his tongue dips out to wet his lips, “but I had to run off, and you took longer to come back then I thought so like…. but we can talk now!”

Your chest feels hallow when he mentions the time it took you to return, and you start to stutter to defend yourself, “well I.. what happened I had… I had never had someone do what you did so quickly after meeting so like, I’ll admit I was a little freaked out by the whole thing.”

“I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he steps closer, his body heat crowding you and blocking you from the cold air, “you just smelled and tasted so good… I wished you had said something.”

“No no no,” you rush to correct him, the idea of him thinking any different from how you actually felt stressing you out, “maybe freaked out was the wrong word. Um, it did throw me off a little, but I liked it. I feel like you could probably tell how much I liked it.”

“Yeah..” you both huff out a breath of air after the word lingers around you, “towards the end though you… what was that?”

“The end? I mean um, I came if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Came?”

“Oh you know, an orgasm?”

“Orgasm?”

You huff, your mind reeling at the idea of having to explain another word that came so naturally to you. You shake your head softly in disbelief, before taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, you know,” you start trying to string the right words together to describe such a thing, “you know when you did what you did. And you know what happened at the end. It felt good the whole time, but at the end it felt really really good. I’m sorry I’ve never explained this before.”

He laughs at your exasperated expression, before leaning his forehead against yours, “that sounds weird,” his bluntness makes you choke a bit on your breath before he continues, “can I do that?”

“Do it…?” you feel like your brain is working a million miles a minute as you stand with him in the pitch black, “I mean yeah, probably.”

“Probably?” his laugh almost taunts you, and you start to believe that he may be messing with you slightly, “do you think we could try?”

“You mean you want me to,” you gesture to his crotch, your eyes darting between his eyes and the space between his thighs, “like we have sex.”

“Okay,” he reasons, his head shaking as he pulls you even closer, “I’m clearly not getting this, but if sex will make an orgasm happen then yeah, I want to have sex.”

“Right,” you say, your face warming in embarrassment as you start to remember that whatever the boy that’s in front of you is, the last thing he is is a child. He knew enough to do what he did to you the first time, there’s no real reason for you to be beating around the bush like you are, “cool.”

“Cool.”

Any anxiety that still lingers in your chest, you swallow down, your hands lifting to return to the sides of his face in the process. With a soft sigh, you tilt your chin up, your forehead brushing against his as you move to press your mouth against his.

If it wasn’t for the first time you met him, you probably would have never dared to put your mouth against the mouth of a boy who drools a thick black slime. But with his slightly chapped lips brushing eagerly against yours, and the fact that the liquid slips into your mouth warm and smooth pushes any questions you may have out of your mind.

His lips are sloppy, his lips covering yours as he tries to follow your movements. He seems to be very aware of how sharp his teeth are, as they scrape gently across your bottom lip just enough that they won't break the skin. Your eyes slide shut and a soft moan rolls from your chest as he presses you flush against the wall.

It’s not hard to dip your tongue experimentally into his mouth as if hangs open in awe of the situation. You greedily lick across the roof of his mouth, reveling in the way it makes him shiver against you, and it's only a moment before you realise how much you're enjoying the taste of the liquid that spills from his mouth into yours.

It’s a soft sweetness, a dull taste that only hits you when you’ve had enough of it spill onto your tongue that it's dripping from the corners of your lips. The after taste of cotton candy after a long day at the fair, the smell of fresh strawberries so strong that you can taste it like a memory on the back of your tongue, licking your thumb to get rid of a smudge on your friend’s cheek only to taste the remains of the piece of candy she gave you hours ago. And as he pushes himself in the space between your legs in the cramped space, you can feel yourself fall into an addiction with the way he tastes.

He follows in your steps, his own tongue hesitantly dipping itself into your mouth along with the sticky substance, and when you feel the sharp tapered end of his tongue lick at the back of your teeth, you waste no time in sucking harshly on the muscle and pulling it deeper in your mouth.

The way the liquid coats your tongue makes you feel like you're swimming in syrup. Your body relaxed and lax to the extent that even when you feel his long tongue prod at the back of yours, your gag reflex is non existent, and you start to question if it just tastes good, or if it's truly making you lose yourself against his lips.

When he moves slowly away from your mouth to travel across your cheek, is when you finally get a moment to think. His tongue drags out of your mouth at a snail’s pace, the tip curling and tugging at the corner of your lips making you let out the first sound that’s not muffled by the space of his mouth, and you feel him grin against your jaw.

“Mark,” you try his name out once again as your hands move against him. One hand curls around the back of his head to thread your fingers through his wild hair, as you use your other to push the moment along.

You drag your nails slowly down his arm, your lip tucking between your teeth with a grin when he shudders again. When your hand finally reaches behind you, you wrap your fingers around his wrist. It doesn’t take much strength to tug his hand away from you back, and even less effort is needed when you guide his twitching fingers to slip under your sweater to press against your chest through the thin bra you wear underneath.

After flexing your own hand over his a few times, he picks up immediately. His own fingers kneading softly at the flesh, as your hand falls to leave him to his own devices and reach underneath your skirt.

It only takes a few tugs at the fabric of your underwear for them to pool around your ankles, and with a few steps and a small kick, the fabric is forgotten on the dirty floor a few feet away.

His tongue is back to showing its full potential, the thick muscle curling around your neck as he mouths at the skin below your jaw, and your traveling hand now dips into the band of his pants to tug him closer to you, your hips softly canting against his.

“Mark, please,” you quietly plead. He hums curiously as his body curls tighter against yours and you’re reminded that it’s better to be blunt with the boy against you, “can I take this off?”

“Yes,” he mutters against your neck, treating the sensitive skin protecting your jugular as if it’s his source of life and refusing to move away, “please.”

You tilt your head the best to your ability with the way his tucked against you, your own teeth desperately biting like a rabid animal to get as many bites at his soft skin as you can, your hand moving to push the fabric of his bottoms down his hips until you can feel his length release from the restraints.

You waste no time to wrap your hand around the base of him, and as you move your palm and fingers to drag up the length of him, you can’t help the quiet gasp you let out.

He’s bigger than you’d imagine he’d be with how slight his frame is, and even as you remind yourself that your sense of touch is probably tricking you a bit into thinking it's larger than reality, you know it’s not tricking you with the fact that something is slightly different.

It’s not abnormal in any sense, which isn’t surprising since, aside from the tongue and teeth, Mark just looks like a normal human guy, but some nagging in your mind tells you there’s something that’s unique.

You chance a glance down, rolling your eyes at yourself for letting your curiosity override your full knowledge that it’s probably too dark to see anything, but to you’re very pleasant surprise, you see that regardless of the busted screen, the flashlight of your phone still shines brightly enough to light up the space around your feet.

There’s still shadows dancing across you as you slowly begin to stroke him as he’s pressed against your hip, but you take what you can get in the moment.

Your hand had tricked you a bit, he wasn’t as large as your fingers had told you, but he’s still larger than expected. Though, your eyebrow raises slightly at the rest of the visual information you see. The swollen tip leaks a similar black as his lips, and you silently wish you were more shocked by the fact. And truthfully the small dusting of a royal blue color that covers the tip of him doesn’t fully surprise you either, but you admit the two bulbs that you can only describe as knot-like that rest above his base does give you a weird combination of confusions and excitement in your chest.

You shake your head, silently deciding you had come too far to act surprised now, so instead you brush your thumb against the liquid that now spills from his tip, and start to guide him closer by wrapping one leg around his hip.

His hand that’s not busied by groping at your chest jumps immediately to wrap around your lifted knee, his body pressing tighter against yours and a groan rattling against your neck in response.

You hesitate before you go any further, everything feeling suddenly too fast, and in an attempt to drag it out just a little longer, you let go of him. Regardless of the way it makes you feel, you ignore the quiet sound of disappointment he lets out against your skin, and instead run your hand up your body and across both yours and his neck to collect as much of the liquid on your fingers as possible.

It’s only when you feel like you’ve dipped your hand in thinned honey, do you return to the space between you where both of your bodies are begging for attention. You coat his skin in his own mess, the quiet noises he makes filling your ear again.

You pull him closer with your leg, finally allowing yourself some relief as you begin to drag his head against your dampened skin, the warm tip bumping against your clit in a way that makes your hips twitch.

The liquid worked as well as you had hoped as you slowly guide him to press into you, his slicked skin making the intrusion perfect and smooth. It doesn’t take any time at all before he’s seated fully inside you, and the way he stretches you out makes your head tilt back until it knocks against the cinder of the wall and your fingers harshly tug at the strands of hair caught between them.

You hold him against you for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being completely full and the small hums in content he lets out along your own. You feel your body flutter around him as you try to adjust to the foreign feeling of him, the widened bulbs around his base stretching your farther than you had ever imagined. His body reacts to you clenching with stuttering hips that aid in the air being knocked from your lungs and his monstrous tongue flexes around your throat tighter, slowing the blood flow to your head and making you feel like you’re floating in the dark space.

“You feel so good,” he speaks truthfully, his voice muffled and strained as he speaks around his extended tongue, his sharp teeth scraping against your skin as he slurs.

“Okay,” you find your voice finally as you start to calm down. One hand falls from his hair, trailing slowly down his body making him shiver against you, and finally gripping at his hip, “you can move.”

With your words, you push him slightly away from you. Your body clenches in protest at losing even the few inches of him that slips from him, the space that he slips from already becoming greedy for the heavy weight of him inside you.

He must agree with your hungry body, as even though he stays pressed against you everywhere else, he lets out a small whine at the feeling of you pushing him away.

The sounds of protest quickly die when you slip your hand under his shirt to press into the small of his back. Your nails dig slightly into his soft skin as you pull him to fuck into you again, every inch of him dragging against the nerves inside you perfectly making your teeth clench. He in return lets out a pleased purr that makes a goofy grin stretch across your lips.

“Just like that,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, before you let your own tongue slip out to lick at the sensitive skin. His hips stutter again as he chokes slightly, but thankfully the action doesn’t affect him enough to distract him from being a quick learner.

He pulls out about the same amount you had shown him, the widest parts of him tugging at your opening slightly from how snugly you’re wrapped around him, something about him moving on his own this time making your eyes flutter and roll.

Though he retreated gently, his excitement seems to take over his senses, as when he thrusts back into you, it's rough. Any air you had collected since he first filled you escapes again, a surprised yelp joining it.

Once he gets a taste of controlling the motions, it's as if something snaps inside of him. As if he’s become slightly wild, he starts to move faster and faster with each thrust. His hips are sloppy and erratic, his drool almost doubling in volume as its pools and drips around your neck, and for a moment you silently ask yourself what you’ve gotten yourself into.

Your hand remains on his back, your nails now digging harshly into the skin of his back in a desperate attempt to have something solid to cling on to. Your head knocks into the wall behind you with his thrusts, but the feeling of him drilling into you as your combined fluids drip around him turns your brain to mush and any pain is drowned out by the pleasure that bites at your stomach.

Broken syllables and slurs of his name and pleads slip through your teeth as you start to lose yourself to his rapid movements, and you're only vaguely aware of the way your own hips start to rock against him.

The way his body twists and presses against you makes it almost impossible to hold on to him, this and the small voice inside your head that tells you that this probably won’t be lasting as long as you may hope makes your hand move up and away. Instead of holding onto his back, you desperately grope to find the hand that still presses against your chest.

Slipping your fingers under your shirt along with his, you tug his stubborn hand away from your chest. His fingers are stiff with confusion as you pull his hand down your body until it’s tucked between your legs, but when you press the tips of them against your dampened skin he relaxes.

“Here,” you whisper again, your voice almost too timid to raise in the crowded space. Your fingers begin to move in slow circles guiding his to do the same as they press softly against your neglected clit, “touch me here please.”

After the words leave you, you remove your hand to rejoin the other that’s still tucked into his messy hair. Mark shows to be a quick and eager learner, as his digits swipe against your buzzing nerves perfectly, the feeling pushing you closer and closer to your finish.

You fist his soft hair between your fingers, making both of your feet shuffle around the floor as his hips pulse quicker from the pain. You guide him again, his tongue dragging against the center of your throat and making you groan as you lead his mouth back to yours.

“Somethings happening,” he mutters before your mouth pushes against his, your lips greedily sucking at his warm tongue as you finally admit you’ve become obsessed with the taste of him, “feels so good.”

“Don’t stop,” both of your words are muffled and slurred as you refuse to move too far from the others tongues. You know he’s close, and the way he focuses on rolling smooth circles against you, you know you are too, “want you so bad Mark.”

The sound of his name sputtering out of your messy lips is his trigger, the sound of it hitting him in the chest and his lower belly, and soon he’s feeling washes of pleasure all over his form.

Regardless of the noises that slip from him and the way his hips become even sloppier than what they were before, his determined fingers never let up. This and the feeling of him coming deep inside you, a feeling that feels almost unending as he fills you with an inhuman amount of his come, has you reeling.

As if it was even possible, you cling to him even more. A tight knot snapping in your belly as you clench and shiver around him. Every moan and whine you let out matching his perfectly as they swirl together in the minuscule space between your mouths.

He doesn’t stop moving as he carries you through your finish, wet noises surrounding you as the evidence of his orgasm starts to push and drip out of your from the speed of his thrusts. The muscles in your back begin to go lax as you let him get in his last pushes as you anticipate him stopping soon, but after a moment you realize he’s not slowing down or even going soft inside you.

“Mark?” your head tilts as you break the sloppy kiss you share, but any other words that could follow up die on your tongue as his fingers continue to move and make sparks of almost painful pleasure shock your body

“Feels so good,” he repeats, his head falling until his forehead rests on your shoulder, and with a strained and shaky moan you realize he has no intention of stopping, “wanna make you feel good.”

“You did Mark, you-“ your words are cut off again by an overwhelmed moan leaving you at the feeling of him nudging against a spot inside you that makes your vision blur and your jaw drop.

“I could do this forever,” he promises, and for your sanity, you pray he’s exaggerating.

It feels as if your own body betrays you when you feel even more of your own arousal gush around him, or maybe you are losing your sanity and it’s only more of his come being forcibly pushed from your body by his hips. Either way, you feel a terrible promise of another overwhelming orgasm creeping down your spine.

His hand abandones it’s hold on your leg, as he wraps it around your waist again. His arm holds a surprising amount of strength as it squeezes relentlessly around you, and as he pulls you against him enough that your lower body is pulled away from the wall, the way he pushes into can only be described as animalistic.

Any hope of keeping quiet flies out the broken windows as the way he pulls you apart with his fingers and thrusts has inhuman sounds ripping their way out of your throat. Your nails claw harshly into his scalp, and your entire body thrashes in his hold, and for a moment you start to think he’s turning you into a monster just like himself.

The second orgasm is almost painful in the way it makes you fall apart. Your eyes ache from how far they roll back into your skull, and your back arches at the exact spot his arm is wrapped around you. You fear that the muscles in your abdomen may cramp from how rapidly they flex, and the arches of your feet join in from the way your toes curl.

Mark revels in the way you let go, he’s enthralled by the way you feel and look against him as you lose every ounce of your shame and guard. He’s sure however you’re feeling is different than the way he feels with his finish, and he loves nothing more than the idea that it’s him making such a beautiful creature fall apart by just fucking in to you.

The now familiar tightened feeling returns to his gut as he watches you. His hips pick up again as he chases the finish. He’s unsure what leaves his body when the pleasure overcomes him, but he’s for certain that he loves the feeling of it filling you completely to the brim and he wants nothing more than to witness it again.

He doesn’t mean to bite you as hard as he does when he starts to orgasm again. It’s as if his mind blanks completely and his mouth is moving towards your shoulder before he can stop it. He feels his dagger like teeth sinking into the soft skin of your shoulder, and for a moment he panics. But the way it feels to empty himself in you, and the pleasured scream that you let out from somewhere deep in your belly makes him clamp down harder.

You breath out the remaining air left in your lungs in relief when you feel his hips stuttering to a stop, his own breath panting hot and damp against your shoulder as he slowly pulls his teeth from the shallow wounds he’s made in your flesh.

You cling to him, your hands slipping out of his hair to let your arms wrap around his shoulders in a hug, and his tongue makes a final appearance to lave over your shoulder to collect the beads of blood that form.

He pulls out of you, the empty feeling hitting harder than you had thought it would and making one last shiver wrack your body. It almost feels like you’ve had a pile of bricks lifted off you as you become aware of the weakness of your limbs, but Mark seems more than willing to support your weight as you lean against him, both of your breathing calming to a normal pace as his come starts to slowly trickle down the insides of your thighs.

“No words could have described that feeling,” he speaks, breaking the small lull of silence that had fallen over you, and you can’t help the endeared laugh you let out in response.

“Yeah it's pretty cool,” you retort awkwardly, not completely sure of how to respond.

You reluctantly let go of his shoulders, your hands falling to your sides as you lean back into the wall. The weird energy that surrounded you when you first saw him returns, and you’re unsure how to interact with him again, but regardless he either doesn’t seem to mind or doesn’t notice at all.

He makes no effort to hide his distaste for the sudden distance, and after he moves his hands away to tuck himself back into his pants, they move in search for some kind of contact again. He reaches down to take a hold of your hands and pulls them up until they sit wrapped in his, on his shoulders.

“I think you’re cool,” he puts bluntly, and his sparkling eyes as he speaks makes your heart thud against your chest, “what just happened was really cool, so please don’t take so long coming back next time because I want to talk to you more and do more of that okay?”

His rushed words make you breath out a laugh as your head bobs in agreement, “I promise, I’ll come back sooner.”

“And you can come in the daylight if you’re not busy,” he assures, his head nodding in determination, “I know this place can be freaky at night and I don’t want to think you’re uncomfortable when you’re with me.”

It’s so easy to slip into the idea that you’re just talking to some simple sweet boy when his wide eyes dance across your face, but the tapered end of his tongue slipping out to lick at his lips is all you need to remind you that he isn’t at all.

“I‘ll try, but even at night, I’m not uncomfortable with you Mark,” you speak truthfully, the fact even surprising you a bit, “but… can I ask you something?’’

“Anything. Anything at all,” he nods quickly, and you silently question why you were ever apprehensive of the boy who stands in front of you, no matter what he is.

“You… you’re not like me,” you say making his eyebrows knit together in thought. You almost want to kick yourself at his reaction, because obviously he’s not like you. You quickly stutter to explain yourself, “I mean like not human right? So if it’s not too much… what are you?”

You shrink slightly in apprehension as his face falls blank in thought. The gears in his head turn as he turns your question over in his mind, before a soft, shy smile pulls a little too wide across his face.

“I’m me,” he shrugs, “I mean I know I’m different from you. You’re the first person i’ve been this close to, but i’ve seen people before. Like there’s these men that come every once in a while to look at the building and write stuff on papers and some kids that run through, so I know enough to know that we aren’t the same. But my friends always kind of blow me off when I ask about it. They say that what humans are to us is what a dog is to a wolf, but I don’t really know what they’re trying to get at if I’m being honest.”

The analogy he offers rolls through your mind, but for your own sanity, you put the implications of it to the side and decide maybe it’s better if you don’t know.

“Hmm, yeah I don’t really understand what that means either but,” you sigh deeply, your hands flexing to squeeze at his fingers, “I guess it doesn’t matter too much. I was just curious, as long as you’re here that’s all that matters.”

Even in the dark, you see a warm blush flood his face at your words, and a boyish giggle slips from his lips. He shakes his head again before letting your joined hands fall to the side.

“As long as you’re here too,” there’s a heavy silence that falls between you, but unlike earlier it's softer, not awkward and cold.

“It’s late though,” he says with an air of disappointment around him, “I might not be human, but I’m also not nocturnal so I do have to go unfortunately.”

“Oh,” you speak softly, your own disappointment joining the air around you, “I know I should have come earlier, I’m sorry.”

“No no no, don’t be,” he leans his forehead against yours as he reassures you, the action being more intimate than you had anticipated and makes a cheesy smile tug on your lips, “just come earlier next time. We can talk and do what we just did as long as we want.”

“Or as long as I can handle it,” you huff, making him grin, “that’s another very inhuman thing about you Mark, I’ve never met someone with stamina like that in my life.”

“Is that a good thing…?” he asks with a ting of concern in his tone.

“Oh yeah definitely,” you nod, your lip tucking between your teeth momentarily before you continue, “definitely a good thing. It was a little overwhelming, but it felt amazing.”

“That’s so cool,” the word comes out one last time as his eyes sparkle in pride, “I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Me too,” you speak one last time before he moves away.

As he retreats to the pitch black that is the hall of the false closet in front of you, you become very aware of the fact that you’re alone again. The cold air takes its claim back on your skin, and the sticky liquid that dries against your thighs makes you shiver.

A sudden need to be out of the building rushes over you. Regardless of how sweet Mark turned out to be, the building itself feels hollow and mean when he’s not distracting you from it.

You're relieved when you see your phone still holds enough charge that the light still shines, at least making it easier to find. You bend quickly to grab it, a slight shiver running up your spine when you catch the state your lower half is in, the black liquid from his mouth mixing with the evidence of his orgasms that still drips from you that is the exact same black void color. Your fingers scrape against the floor as you grab for your phone and you silently hope you can find a way to clean up before you get home.

A gasp flies from you when you turn your phone over in your hand. The cracking noise proved true in that the screen is more destroyed than when you arrived, but as a cherry on top of the most confusing sundae, you find that on the way to the floor, somehow your phone’s camera had turned on. And from the blinking time stamp on the top of the screen, you see that it had recorded your entire encounter with Mark.

You quickly stop the filming, your thumb pressing harder against the screen than normal and it feels like your heart is lodged in your throat. You can’t even fathom the idea of having video evidence of what you had done together, and what Mark was capable of, but there’s a small devious voice in the back of your mind that taunts you. With a smug arrogance it whispers, ‘at least you can’t convince yourself nothing happened this time.’

[thefanbasewhore]

Din helping you when you get injured!

Summary: An explosion happens in the bazaar where Din and taking reader and the child but the problem is Din can’t find reader or the child and his worst fears are confirmed. 

Warning/Content: Burns, death, blood, panic attack and hurt reader.

It all happens so quickly, the bright blinding light shines white temporarily blinding him, voiding all senses as his ears ring loudly, a consequence for being so close to the explosion. His body is thrown feet away into the sand with a loud thump as he hits one of the dunes, knocking all air from his chest, lungs gasp greedily at some attempt of relief for his burning throat.

Hands reach out to feet the ground, blurry but still visible under palms. There’s yelling, moans of pain as blaster shots whiz through the air as he fights to gain balance on shaking knees. Chest so tight he can feel every breath of air that finally manages to expand his lungs but it burns, it burns so bad he coughs thick blood from his mouth, leaving it as is splits his lip and drips down his chin.

As soon as his senses are regained his thoughts are to, and if he thought it was hard to breath before it was only getting worse at the thought of you, and the child. It physically hurts, the mix of anxiety and uncertainty that fills his stomach with dread as his heads whips around the vicinity of the bazaar. The streets that were only moments before filled with people, smell of delicious food, laughing of children and peace but now stinks with blood that fills the streets.

It was too close, all three of you too close to the point of explosion. The Mandalorian had his beskar while you and the baby were left defenseless against the rays. He chants your name out of pure instinct, heart stammers inside his chest as the scene rolls out in front of him. Survivors running to the wounded, the squeals and wails of the injured, the smell of blood is so militant it taste metallic on his tongue.  

Feet carry him before he can even think, looking for any sign of you or the child. The moment he notices the dark tunic that matches his own he’s on his knees in front of you except your back took the majority of the explosion, shirt torn skin underneath taunt and sizzling. 

“No, no, no.” He mutters under his breath as blood smears his hand reaching over to turn you. Soft green ears tilt towards him from underneath you with a soft whine from being crushed under your weight. The last functional thought being so protect the child, use your own body to shield him from the blast. Completely unharmed making him sigh in relief but it’s short lived as eyes roam over your face, completely drained from any color, blood splattering your face and drenching the tunic, he can’t even tell if it’s yours. 

The blood burns on his hands as he reaches for the child and putting him on his lap as his first bundle his cape tightly, pulling it from the collar to press against the raw skin of your back. The heat radiating from it almost burns his own fingers. The smell of charred, blackened skin makes his nose twitch, it so closely resembles the tunic he cant tell the difference between skin and fabric melted into the skin. The cape is laid against the sand to protect any particle from entering the wound as he turns you gently onto your back.

Fingers press under your jawline sliding until he feels a small, light pulse that beats so irregularly he feels tears swell in his eyes, fearing the worst. 

“Sweet girl.” It’s gasped as he gently tries to shake you awake, he knows it’s useless but he has to try, has to do something. “Wake up, please wake up.”

Fingers press into your cheek bones, angling your face so he can watch for any sign of life, but your chest still barely moves, a soft wheeze falls between partially open lips. “Please.”

No matter how much he pleads he can’t help as tears mix with blood underneath the helmet, leather pads of his thumbs feel the cooling skin as he reaches into belt pulling the bottle of bacta ointment but it’s not enough, it will never heal you in time. 

“Help!” It’s desperate as he looks around for any sign of help, thankfully two older women sink next to him, one turning you over again press against the wounds, skillful hand that spray the skin as it visibly starts to change color, cooling instantly.

Shaky fingers hold the child close to his chest as he leans back to let them work but the moment he does the world starts to spin, all that he can pick up through his peripheral vision is the bright rays of the sun and the darkness of your blood the sears his brain. Suddenly he can’t breath again, his chest refuses to move to let any oxygen to feed his body that creates a sickly feeling throughout. Small gasps as he reaches under the tunic and beskar to rub his burning chest. The smell of your burned skin was too much, the way it made his stomach flip, bile rise in his throat, he should have know, should have protected you.

Hands meet him, yelling words that are inaudible to his ringing ears. It continues to spin as his head fills with thoughts of you. Maker, you had to be okay, he wouldn’t be able to do this without you. 

Large greedy gasps fill the air as he wheezes to breath but just can’t. The pure panic is too much but as he hears the soft moan of pain fall from your lips he suddenly feels his chest relax. 

[fruitcoops]

hey! idk if you've seen that cut video about how couples sleep together but i just cant stop thinking about the team doing it. It would be SO cute with your amazing writing :))

Thank you! I absolutely adore this video and I’ve watched it probably twenty times--each couple is just so cute! Quick disclaimer: while this may seem a little odd, since the Lions are basically celebrities, I think the channel wanted to do it to show the diversity of the team and emphasize love above everything else. Hope you enjoy!

“Hey, Lions!” Marlene says cheerfully, waving to the camera. She stands alone in the studio for once. “We have something a little different for you today. Four of the couples on the team agreed to let us record them sleeping for a night, which we’ve combined with short interviews from each of them. Hope you enjoy!”

The video cuts and a title card appears, reading Couple Number One: James and Lily Potter.

Their bedroom is moderately sized, with a crib at the foot of the bed and a fluffy red comforter that accents their walls. James is partially visible as he brushes his teeth, but Lily is fully in frame in her oversized t-shirt and flannel pajama pants while she climbs into bed with Harry in her arms.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks in a voiceover.

“We’ve been married for just over six months,” James’ voice says; on the screen, he walks out of the bathroom and tucks his legs up to kiss the tops of Lily and Harry’s heads. “But we dated for several years before that.”

“What time do you normally go to bed?”

“Maybe eight? Eight-thirty?” Lily says. Sure enough, the clock on their nightstand reads 8:07. “We stay up after the baby’s gone to sleep, though.”

“What story are we doing tonight, kiddo?” James asks, pressing a raspberry kiss to Harry’s belly until baby giggles fill the bedroom. “How about…Make Way For Ducklings?”

“Ducky!” Harry squeals, reaching for his glasses.

“Alright, baby love.” Lily smiles as she takes a book of the nightstand and opens it up.

“Would you say you sleep well?” Marlene asks.

“Oh, that’s a tough question,” James says—in the bedroom, he and Lily take turns reading pages to Harry as he sits between them and points to the ducks. “It’s better now that he can sleep through the night. I’d say we get a solid seven hours each night, maybe more.”

“I wake up pretty often because I worry,” Lily adds.

“Do either of you talk in your sleep?”

She laughs. “No, thankfully. Once we’re out, we’re out until morning.”

“What’s your body language like?”

“I’m cuddly,” James says with a light laugh. In the video, he wraps an arm around Lily’s shoulders and traces the picture book with one finger, kissing Harry’s chubby baby hand. “She likes to starfish.”

“We’re both big cuddlers,” Lily agrees. The video skips forward in time, showing Lily lowering Harry into his crib while James grabs his phone off the nightstand and squints at it.

They curl up together while the clock continues to tick, and an hour or so later they put their phones away and snuggle under the covers. The night goes on and, slowly, Lily begins to splay out on the mattress, her hair in every direction as James keeps one arm securely around her waist. During a brief pause, their snoring harmonizes.

Harry wakes up just past four with a sniffle and babbles for a moment until James stands up, taking him out of his crib and humming softly as he bounces him; Lily barely flinches. “Baba,” Harry mumbles while he holds on to the edge of James’ shirt. “Baba, baba, baba.”

“Shh, buddy.” James touches their forehead together before setting him back down in the crib. “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

Marlene’s voiceover comes on again as the sun rises outside their window. “What time do you usually wake up?”

“James gets up earlier than I do for practice,” Lily says. A soft alarm jingles on the nightstand and James clumsily turns it off, scrubbing at his eyes for a second before digging his glasses out of the nightstand and sitting up—he leans over to kiss Lily’s forehead before getting up for real.

“Around seven, seven-thirty usually,” James confirms. “I don’t actually know what time you get up most weekdays.”

“Oh, probably eight-thirty or nine? Once Harry’s up, I’m up.”

Marlene hums. “How important is your bedroom to you? What about your bed?”

“Both are so important.” James doesn’t hesitate. “Evenings and nights are the longest period of time we spend together because of my job.”

“It’s a very safe space,” Lily says. “Life is so hectic, but once we’re in bed we don’t have to go anywhere else.”

The bedroom disappears—Lily and James sit in chairs in the Lion Pride studio with Marlene across from them. “Thanks so much for joining us today, you guys!” she says with a smile. “I’m really looking forward to filming this video.”

 Couple Number Two: Kasey Winter and Natalie Darcy

Their bedroom is smaller than the Potters’ and painted light blue with large windows. Outside, night has fallen and the light of the city shines through their blinds as Kasey closes them; Natalie is already in bed, reading a paperback with her legs crossed on top of the blankets.

Kasey turns the light off and climbs in next to her, resting his head on her thigh as he dozes off and she continues to read by her bedside lamp. “Goodnight,” he murmurs. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Natalie smiles and runs her fingers through his hair.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks.

“We’ve been dating for four years now,” Kasey’s voice says. In their bedroom, the video speeds up until eleven thirty, when Natalie puts her book down and settles into Kasey’s arms.

“Do you go to bed early or late? It’s just the two of you, right?”

“Right. Kase likes going to bed before me because he has to get up earlier, but I’m a night owl.”

“Does that make it hard for you to sleep well?”

“Not at all,” Kasey says. “She sleeps like a log and I’m always careful not to wake her up on workdays. We like to sleep in on days off.”

Marlene hums in agreement. “Do either of you talk in your sleep?”

“Nope. I’m a light sleeper, so it’s nice that neither of us do it.”

The video continues through the night and sure enough, the only sound is their soft breathing; Natalie presses against Kasey’s chest with an arm over his shoulders. “What’s your body language like when you sleep? Are you cuddlers?”

“I love cuddles!” Kasey says with an almost-audible smile. Sure enough, he snuggles into Natalie with a soft sigh as the clock on their wall turns to 4 am.

“How many hours of sleep do you get every night?” Marlene asks.

They take a moment to think, and the sun begins to shine through their bedroom window. “Ten to six am is…about eight hours? I can get by on six, though.”

“I need a solid eight, eight and a half to function,” Natalie says. “Though sometimes I’ll get up and do something before going back to bed until nine.”

“How important is your bedroom to you?”

“That’s a good question.” Kasey hums in thought. “I value it a lot because it’s a place to be close to her, and that’s hard to get when we’re both so busy.”

“I agree.”

On screen, Kasey’s alarm begins to ring and he stretches, gently detaching Natalie’s hold and kissing her shoulder as he pulls the blankets up to her chin and slides out of bed. “Have a good day, baby,” she mumbles sleepily.

“Love you,” he whispers back as he brushes her hair out of her eyes.

The video cuts; Kasey and Natalie have taken James and Lily’s places. “Thanks for agreeing to do this, guys!” Marlene says.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Natalie says with a slight smile.

 Couple Number 3: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

The third bedroom is cluttered and neat at the same time. Knickknacks line the dresser and various items are scattered on the nightstand, but the floor is clean and the dark blue bedspread is tidy as Remus reads against the headboard. On the other side of the room, Sirius stops midway through brushing his teeth to change into a sleep shirt and Remus laughs at his muffled grumbling.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks again in her voiceover.

“We’ve been dating for over a year now,” Remus says.

“What time do you go to bed?”

“Oh, maybe ten pm? Eleven?” Sirius guesses. “Whenever we’re tired.”

The clock reads ten forty-five as Sirius gets under the covers and wraps his arms around Remus’ torso, cuddling against his waist and leg while Remus strokes his hair. Ten minutes pass until he puts the book down and turns off the light before scooting back against Sirius’ chest to be the little spoon. “Love you,” he says quietly.

Sirius kisses behind his ear. “Je t’aime.”

“What’s your body language like when you sleep?” Marlene asks. “Cap, everyone knows about your famous cuddles.”

He snorts. “Usually we spoon, but sometimes it changes up.”

“We kind of have to spoon,” Remus laughs. “You’d wake up on the floor otherwise.”

“I would not!” Sirius protests. In the video, an hour has passed, and he unconsciously tries to roll over Remus, who reaches up and pushes his shoulder back without opening his eyes. He shifts a few more times before settling down.

“Do you talk in your sleep as well?” Marlene continues.

Remus sighs. “No, that would be me.”

“It’s cute and awful at the same time,” Sirius says. “On one hand, it wakes me up, but on the other, we have the best conversations.”

At 2:12 am, Remus scrunches his nose up in his sleep. “Hey. Hey.”

Sirius huffs and cracks an eye open. “Quoi?”

“Go away.”

There’s a pause and Sirius sits up, clearly still half-asleep. “Huh?”

“The cat’s in the garden, dumbass. That cat—the cat is in the garden.”

With a heavy sigh, Sirius gets under the covers again and wraps his arms around Remus. “Okay, mon coeur.”

“Blueberry milkshake.”

“That doesn’t exist.”

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Shut up, Pots, nobody asked you.” Remus says playfully, then hums and pulls Sirius closer. “Bonjour, honey. Je t’aime.”

In the voiceover, Marlene laughs. “What do you two talk about?”

“Oh, everything,” Sirius replies.

An hour and a half passes in fast motion on screen; they move around a little bit, but overall stay cuddled up and comfortable. “The tea. Honey, the tea. Tea’s burning.”

Sirius reaches over and puts his hand over Remus’ mouth gently. “Shhh.”

“Tea’s burning,” Remus repeats, though his voice is muffled until he bats Sirius’ hand away. “Hugs and kisses, hugs and kisses.”

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s the meaning of life?”

Remus is quiet for a beat. “Pun’kin pie.”

“Why do you talk in your sleep?”

“I love you.”

“How could we have done better in our last game?” Sirius is grinning now and rubbing slow circles over Remus’ back. “I was a little worried about our defense.”

“Hmm. Apples.” Remus turns over and nuzzles against Sirius. “See you later, alligator.”

Sirius shakes with suppressed laughter for a moment until the voiceover starts again. “What time do you wake up in the morning?” Marlene asks. “Practice starts pretty early.”

“Sirius wakes up earlier than I do, but we don’t get out of bed until seven-ish,” Remus says, sounding far more awake than he did in the video. “We try to aim for eight hours of sleep, but that doesn’t always happen.”

“How important is your bedroom?”

Sunlight streams through the cracks in the blinds at six am, lighting up Remus’ face on one side as Sirius starts to wake up. He pauses with a smile and runs his thumb along Remus’ cheek before kissing his forehead and settling onto his back.

“Our bedroom is really important,” Sirius answers. “It’s a safe space where there’s no pressure to do anything and we can just be ourselves.”

Remus smacks his alarm at six-thirty and starts sitting up, only for Sirius to wrap all four limbs around him and drag him back down for more cuddles; Remus laughs, but happily obliges. The camera cuts out just as they start getting out of bed half an hour later.

“Thanks for answering my questions,” Marlene says with a grin. “I gotta say, I’m looking forward to the sleep talking.”

“It’s so funny,” Sirius snickers.

Remus rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “Yeah, yeah, alright. Exploit me in my most vulnerable state, why don’t you?”

 Couple Number 4: Pascal and Celeste Dumais

“We have been married for fifteen years,” Dumo says as the video begins.

Celeste is already out cold in the bed while he tiptoes around their bedroom, sliding in next to her as quietly as possible; she smiles in her sleep and scoots over to lay her head on his shoulder. It’s clearly a comfortable place for them—the walls are a warm beige and a colorful quilt lays heavy across the sheets.

“Do you sleep well?”

“Sometimes,” Celeste says. “We sleep better now that the kids are older, but I wake up a lot in the middle of the night because I still worry about them.”

“How many hours of sleep do you think you get?”

“Oh, probably seven? I go to bed early, though.”

“I get a steady six to eight,” Dumo says.

“Do you sleepwalk or talk?”

Celeste laughs as Dumo groans. “He used to sleepwalk, but after the kids were born there wasn’t enough consistent sleep to do it anymore.”

In the dark of their bedroom, Dumo moves around quite a lot—he rolls onto his back, then his side, then curls around Celeste, then lays a little bit sideways before she quietly shushes him just past 3 am and puts her hand on his chest. He sighs and leans his head against hers with a drowsy half-smile.

“Do you cuddle?” Marlene asks.

“Sometimes,” Dumo says. “Though we’ve been together for so long that we don’t really have to. I always know where she is.”

“That’s adorable,” Marlene says at the same time Celeste makes a soft sound of affection. “What time do you wake up?”

There is one window in their bedroom, high on the western wall, that shows the slowly-lightening sky. When the clock strikes six, both of them stretch and roll onto their backs, though they stay close enough to share body heat as Dumo combs his fingers through Celeste’s long hair.

“Around six. It’s easier to get up early now that we’re older,” Dumo says. “Besides, the kids don’t get up until later, so we finally get some time to ourselves.”

“Bonjour, mon amour,” Celeste murmurs in the video with a sleepy smile, pressing kisses to Dumo’s cheek. “Hmm, je t’aime.”

“Je t’aime, ma jolie chérie.”

The video returns to the studio after that; Dumo and Celeste hold hands while they talk, and Marlene puts away her notecards with a smile. “Thank you for agreeing to do this, it means a lot. We tried to get a variety of different couples for this and I’m sure the video will turn out great.”

“Ne rien. Good luck with filming!”

A final title card appears. Thanks for watching, Lions! Be sure to like and subscribe for more content.

[elenamiria]

Paz Vizsla x Reader - Kinktober Day 17

Alpha/Beta/Omega | Wax Play | Branding | Cock and Ball Torture/Ballbusting 

Word Count: 2k (I may have gotten carried away y’all) Warnings: A/B/O, penetrative sex, marking, knotting, fem reader 

Kinktober Day 16 «  Kinktober Masterlist »  Kinktober Day 18

Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard​ , @katrynec​ , @mistermiraclee​

Paz had been away when you went into heat, you both had agreed you would stop taking your blockers so you could mate properly, he was out following a lead on some new weaponry for the covert. Upon his return he could smell you before he even reached the coverts location, your smell permeating Nevarro. But there were no others he saw reacting to it as he stalked through the town - perhaps your scent was just stronger for him, he had been courting you before he had left after all. When he arrived he longed to run straight to you as you were no doubt in great pain and need, but his duties came first. Paz made his way to the alor, the armorer, and offered up the weapons he had been able to procure. He kept his words brief and succinct hoping she would grant him permission to leave, his cock twitching as your scent filled his helmet.

Finally she dismissed him though her parting words had him frozen to his spot, "You know you aren't the only alpha in the covert."

He turned sharply, shoulders tensing as he bristled at her words, but she had already moved on. Growling lowly Paz quickly made his way through the winding halls to your room. Once he approached he growled yet again at spotting someone hovering by your doorway. He practically body slammed Din into the wall, forearm bracing on the smaller man's sternum, as he hissed out "What are you doing here?"

Din thrashed in his grip before spitting out, "I was trying to help you di'kut. Bruld keeps coming by trying to get her to open the door but she only wants you."

Paz butted his helmet against Din's harshly as he growled out, "Did you let him in?"

Din pushed his head back in retaliation, loud clangs filling the hall, as he groaned in annoyance, "No. Now will you stop bothering me and go help your Omega?"

At the mention of you Paz backed away immediately, turning to your door and knocking softly. He called out your name lightly and your weak voice sounded from the other side of the door, "Paz, is it you??"

"It's me omega, I'm so sorry I was gone. I'm here now though, just let me in."

You let out a low moan at the sound of his voice that trailed off into a whimper as you slid the door open. Paz quickly ducked in before closing the door behind him. Whining you were on him in an instant, rubbing your body against his as you burned hot and desperate for his touch, his broad hands clasped your waist and unconsciously you rolled against him. Paz's cock hardened near instantaneously at the way you were touching and rubbing him. Your desperate hands tore at his armor, taking it off piece by piece. You seemed to have little regard for the creed at this point as your helmet was off, discarded in some corner. Paz stilled your hands, once he found them - he had been keeping his gaze away from you just in case you decided you didn't really want him after all, and whispered, "Are you sure you want this cyare, I'll remove my helmet for you but only if you're positive you want me and me alone."

Desperately you keened his name before nodding. "Words, Omega." At his authoritative tone you practically melted and words spilled from your mouth desperately, "Yes, I'm sure. Please Paz, Alpha, I want you to knot me. To make me your mate, please."

Paz let go of your hands and you resumed your task of disrobing him as quickly as possible until he was left just in his under armor shirt and pants. He had been reverently staring down at you, hands tracing your sides when they weren't in the way and as you stilled to look up at him his hands rose to cup your cheeks. His helmet met your forehead in a sweet Keldabe kiss before your hands clutched the edges of his helmet, he gave you a swift nod and you slowly lifted his helmet up and off. Your eyes misted as his face was revealed to you for the first time, his eyes shining with the same admiration that you held for him. You gently set his helmet to the side before your hands rose to trace his features in awe, you could tell he was slightly nervous from the way his jaw tightened and then shifted but he relaxed as you whispered, "You're so beautiful Paz."

Gentle fingers trailed through his neatly shaved scruff to cup his neck and pull him to you to meet in a loving kiss. He quickly deepened it, nipping at your bottom lip, as he got a taste of you and you acquiesced by opening up to him with a soft whine. A pleased growl echoed through Paz's chest as his knelt down slightly before picking you up like you were nothing. You squeaked softly in shock at the way he gripped you and carried you to the bed. As he moved he pulled back in order to nuzzle into your neck both of you letting out long moans as he rubbed himself against your scent gland. Soon he was letting you fall back into the bed, he stepped back for a moment to admire you spread out below him before he hastily pulled his shirt off and then his lips were on you again. Paz kissed you as if you were the only thing keeping him above water, with a desperation and needing that you hadn't known he was capable of. His hands were trailing your body, squeezing at your breasts before sliding down your stomach to toy at the hem of the flimsy shorts you were wearing. His long fingers slipped under the elastic and moaned when he felt bare skin, without a barrier his fingers slid to your wet lips with ease. You were absolutely soaked for him, something he took great pleasure in as he sunk two large fingers into your eager cunt. You mewled, pulling away from his lips to gasp out his name as his fingers crooked inside of you and your walls fluttered around him. Before you knew it you were writhing beneath him, practically incoherent as your need to cum over rid your senses. A deep chuckle vibrated against you as Paz questioned, "Are you already cumming for me already little Omega? You're absolutely dripping for me."

You nodded as a short yelp left you as your walls clenched and spasmed around his fingers, slick pouring out of you and your face heated at the lewd display. Your hips bucked needily against his fingers as you panted out, "More, Alpha. I need more."

Paz pulled his long fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, his gorgeous lips wrapping around them as he sucked your juices clean off of himself with a satisfied groan. You whimpered at the sight as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks and then his eyes slid open so dark you thought they might suck you into their depths. His nostrils flared as your scent overwhelmed him and he ordered, leaving no room for debate, "Clothes off and get on your hands and knees for me, Omega."

You had never stripped faster, hurling your clothing into your room, as you scrambled to flip over. Your ass stuck high in the air as your knees spread exposing your dripping pussy to him, thighs glistening with your slick as your hips canted backwards searching for him. Paz's hands slid over your ass to grasp at your hips tightly and that was the only warning you got before you were speared onto his massive length. A small scream tore itself from your mouth as your walls stretched to accommodate his thick length, you felt the way your walls trembled around him and you knew it would only be a matter of moments before you were cumming around him again. Paz groaned out your name as his grip tightened unconsciously, you were sure you would be sore but the feeling of him marking you had your walls clenching around him. At the feeling Paz growled out, "Try to keep your noises quiet my little Omega, those are only for me to hear," and then he was pounding into you.

You had no idea how he expected you to keep quiet when he was splitting you open in the best way possible on every thrust, his hips slapping against yours loudly. Your whimpers filled the air as Paz fucked harshly into you and his scent soothed you to your core allowing all of your inhibitions to fly out the window. You arched back into him with a desperate cry of 'alpha please!' as you were so close to cumming you could cry. Paz groaned and one of his hands slid to press at your clit. All it took was a light touch while his cock slammed into you and you were gone. Your walls tightened around him, clenching and gripping him so hard Paz forgot how to breath. You didn't breath for several long moments as your whole body tensed, vision going black for just a moment, and then you were gushing around him. As Paz continued to pump into you through your orgasm your juices flowed out of you, coating both of you in slick and you just knew you were going to have to change the sheets after this. Somehow Paz sped up, hips slamming into your ass and holding for just a moment before he was pulling out til you where nearly empty and swiftly sliding all the way to his hilt. He moaned out your praises fiercely, "You're taking me so well little Omega. Your pussy is kriffing perfect, made for my massive cock - taking what I give you like a good girl."

You whined happily at his words and you tilted your neck to present yourself to him at his praises. Paz growled at this and as he pounded into your cunt you could feel how it slowly grew harder and harder for him to pull out as his knot swelled within you. His thrust slowing he pulled back just enough so your lips were spread wide around the largest part of his knot you came once again, the stretch blinding you with white hot pleasure. His fingers had pinched your clit deliciously and with how wide you were spread around him you couldn't help the way your body lost control, pussy spasming hard as you babbled incoherently - saying nothing but ‘Alpha’ and nonsensical words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. At the feeling of you cumming again Paz finally lost control as he shoved his hips forward once more sheathing his knot fully inside of you as his cum shot into you in thick ropes and he groaned loudly at the thought of you swelling with his children as his seed filled you. You went limp in his arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you while he stuffed you fully of his cum. Your walls wouldn't stop clenching around him and your prolonged high had you desperate as you pleaded with him to claim you. Paz wasn't one to make you wait especially with how pretty you sounded crying out his name. His hand wrapped around your neck softly, pulling you up to meet his lips. He nipped at your neck gently at first and when your walls fluttered around him, making sure his cock was milked of all of his cum, he finally bit down. Again everything went black for a moment as pleasure soared through you, though this was a different kind. As he claimed you your body finally started to relax as he pulled away, lapping at where his teeth bit into soft flesh, though the massive knot inside of you still stretched you out thoroughly. Paz nuzzled into your neck as he continually landed soft bites on the same spot to ensure that it was marked. He gently twisted to the side, taking you with him, so you were both more comfortable as you basked in the aftermath of your love. Paz's warm hands trailed up your sides as he pressed soft kisses all over your shoulders and back. You could feel your eyes drooping shut as you relaxed into his warm embrace, you knew the two of you would want to exchange your Riduurok at some point but right now all you wanted to do was sleep with Paz. With your mate.