#peter killer peter

[hitodama3]

Killer Peter Facts and Theories

Facts: Peter has a daughter that was taken away by someone who stated it was the only way both of you can live. He saved 7.6 billion won for her.

Theory: I think that Lee Yuna is his granddaughter.

Facts: Peter trained at least Eight Legged Man's generation of orphans.

Theory: This might be one of the reasons why so many of the killers worship Peter.

Facts: Gabriel calls Peter his son not just Disciple.

Theory: This may be why Raphael has an inferior complex against Peter.

Facts: Pre Rejuvenated Peter does not have the white streak in his hair Rejuvenated Peter does.

Theory: I have heard people wondering if the white streaks means that Peter's youth is time limited. Which I think is an interesting idea and I've been keeping an eye on it but from what I can gather it is currently not growing it's just inconsistently drawn.

Facts: Raphael considers Gabriel his father, but does not see the first set of disciples as people and purely tools.

Theory: I think Raphael doesn't see his set of disciples as people either.

Facts: Peter constantly cares for his companions and doesn't wish to see them sad and kids flock to him naturally, and seems to really enjoy spending time with them.

Theory: If Peter wasn't a killer would have been an AMAZING family man.

Fact and Theory: Peter is confirmed 67, Glory was made 60 years ago so he was enlisted at 7, Raphael seemed to join when Peter was in his 20-30s, and killed Gabriel when Peter was in his late 40-50s as Peter had a full head of gray hair at the time. So most likely Raphael is in his late 30s early 40s at the time of this manhwa.

Fact and Theory: Peter compliments both genders pretty consistently through the webtoon. So I think he is either canonically bi or comfortable enough with himself to admire men without fear.

Confusion: I don't think it was metaphorically because Alipede used it to confirm that Peter was young, young enough to barely be an adult appearing to be in his early 20s, that even briefly he was able to SEE Peter during their fight when he was born blind. Why???? Did whatever rejuvenated Peter allows him to heal others????

[sanjisprincesss]

Shoutout to the fictional characters who live rent free in my head, paying for nothing but emotional damage.

[taeaura]

reblog from insta 'cause why not

[takaraphoenix]

As much as I love Emissary Stiles, I really am developing a weak spot for Left Hand Stiles.

He is the first one to take a step to taking out the threat. He threw the first Molotov cocktail. He has no qualms suggesting murder as the solution. He'd get the job done.

There's something so juicy about Stiles making himself the Left Hand of the McCall Pack, through sheer ruthless determination and the unwillingness to lose anybody else.

And I want Peter to recognize that. To see that. To want that.

[hyper-alice]

The 75th annual Honey Festival must have been such a devastating night because

Linda died

Gerald died

Zoey died

Sam died

Ted died

Barry Swift died

Sheila died

Marco died

Literally everyone at the festival nearly died (they don’t remember tho so)

Holloway “died”

Anything I maybe forgot

Then some time just before or after the festival:

Emma and Ziggs were arrested

All the Metzgers died

Most of if not all of the checker-tailed nighthawk population was wiped out

Gabe died

Mary died

Noah died

Boy Jerry died

Girl Jeri died

Frank’s dog Buddy died

Plus the killer track was being spread by Kale for a while but idk if that’s exclusive to Hatchetfield

Honourable mention to Pete being stuck at camp with a broken leg because that sucks

[crittercisms]

what is it with hatchetfield and straight autistic couples

[ay4tou]

when the fandom is so niche and small you see your own fanfic while scrolling through x reader

[sunflower39]

[Left] Or [Right]

(Choose wisely 😔🤗)

[vovoloyo]

Pretty

✧. ┊short drabble

✧. ┊ g/n. reader x yohan (alipede)

✧. ┊  synopsis : ̗̀➛ you can't help but call your feisty bf pretty

✧. ┊ warnings: none

✧. ┊ notes: i love the concept of alipede likkee.. the potential of writings i can do (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*

Giggles and chuckles filled the small room that you shared with your best friend. Cracking jokes after one and another. There has always been something special about your relationship with Yohan, it's something very significant that even the public notice, but he can never decipher why so.

Was it the way that you never treated him differently when he told you that he was blind? Was it the way that you were always by his side to defend him when the other kids were picking on him? He's not sure, but one thing he's sure of is that, his pale skin turns a pinkish red that warms his face whenever he thinks about it.

That was about 10 years ago.

Now that little albino boy is your boyfriend. And an assassin.

what a combination.

Recalling the memories of when you used to protect him, and now he's protecting AND earning for the both of you. The urge to giggle and kick your feet overwhelms you, so you throw yourself on the large couch that he bought you for your apartment. While you stuff your red face in a nearby pillow, you didn't even notice that your boyfriend was now sitting next to you, quietly watching.

"What are you doing?" his question came out sharp and clear, making you jump in flusteration. "Hah! When did you get here?!" you yelped. He holds out the keycard to your apartment door and slaps it gently on your forehead, "What if I were an intruder instead, huh? you would've been dead by now." Despite knowing him since childhood, he still has an attitude. "Oh, it's not that serious," you say while you start repositioning yourself towards him, "Not that serious? Do you even know what you're talking about right now?" he asks while subtly stretching out his arms by reflex, allowing you to come and sit on him. "I didn't expect you to come so early," you say while caressing his jaw with your finger. "I promised 9, so here I am at 9" he addressed.

As he finished his sentence, you cupped his cheek with your palm, "You're just so pretty, you know?" you said, slightly regretting it. You knew that this word triggered him. But who would blame you if you had a greek god as your boyfriend?

His gaze towards you changed to a confused and bothered look. "Gosh, can you not say that word? I can never understand why people say it." he retorted with an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry gorgeous, I can't help it." you giggled, "Are you doing this on purpose? because I can't see?" he asked with his eyes squinted. "Of course not," you moved your other hand to his chest, "beauty isn't always what you can see, peanut. It's something that can also be felt." You can feel his heartbeat going faster through your palm and his cheeks flushing a red tint. "Wh-" your boyfriend gets cut off by your kiss, but he doesn't protest.

You both melt into the sweet kiss you gave. His hand moving up to your waist, and the other on the back of your head.

After a session of sweet love and touches, you both pulled away to catch a breath. Seeing your boyfriend's face all red just makes you want to tease him even more. But his annoyed expression says otherwise. (he secretly enjoys it)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*

✧. ┊ notes: i literally forgot about this in my drafts, FOR MONTHS.

[gonnadosomethingwmylife]

It would funny if white collar and criminal minds took place in the same fbi building bc that means when peter and neal are discussing their silly art theft scavenger hunts in the elevator, the bau members are behind them 😭

[belovedivies]

Hi its my first time I request

Can you do Raphael from killer Peter manhwa

Like when he get jealous or how did he fell in love

Im sorry if my english was bad

raphael relationship headcanons

cw: minor spoiler, yandere content

LOVE?

Raphael doesn’t “fall in love”. If he takes a liking to someone, they are automatically his property. No questions asked.

With you, however, who neither end up as another dead body in line for cremation nor a slave to his ever-expanding collection… it almost seems like Raphael goes easy on you.

That being said, he’s far from an ideal guy to be around. Your ears will most likely blast from hearing him shout at his underlings every few minutes of the day.

Your presence does help to ease the tension a bit though, and it won’t take as long for Raphael to direct his attention towards you and just forget about his useless lower-ranks.

Royalty treatment to the max, but only when you behave. This man has the most influential organization on Earth in the palm of his hand—you won’t want for anything else when he’s around.

Between the constant chase for Peter’s head and the killers' recruitment to rebuild Glory Club from the ground up, Raphael burns his money on you. Want that special edition of your favorite book but it’s unfortunately sold out? He’ll get it printed as many times as you want, all with your name on the leather cover in goldwork embroidery.

Just thank him after. Give him a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek; Raphael prefers his toy sweet and obedient.

JEALOUS?

Raphael gets jealous, that’s for sure. It’s just something that comes naturally for a love-deprived child.

His servants know better than to stare; longer than five seconds and it’s an instant death. This man will whisper sweet nothings into your ear while his subordinate lies there on the floor, dying in the pool of their own blood.

He likes to think that his possessiveness isn’t that bad. Can you really blame Raphael for going barbaric when one of the Apostles flirts with you during a meeting, right in front of his face?

And the motherfucker even has the audacity to look so smug about it.

With a territorial growl, Raphael pulls you into his lap right after; his hands around your hips feeling like the grip of an anaconda.

“Last warning, Philip.” Before he eventually joins the pile of unnamed bodies down the pit, that is.

Rumors soon go in cycle within Glory about the nature of your relationship with this unpredictable man.

For a plaything, Raphael does favor you a lot. No one can actually tell how long this will go on, or what tragedy shall befall your pitiful existence once the fun is up and he stabs you in the back, literally.

But for now, you’re still untouchable because you’re his. And no men or God shall lay a hand on you unless they wish to suffer a fate worse than death.

♡dividers credit: @xurengu0♡ ♡masterlist♡ a/n: lmao this was a really unexpected ask (no complaints tho) (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖) fyi im not taking any requests yet, but i cooked this one up fast for u. hope u enjoy reading, my lovely yuri ◕‿↼

[hejigonmysawtillizepp]

niche but relevant joke

[supercap2319]

Fury: “The killer targets couples in love. You two are going undercover. As a couple.”

Peter: “I—wait, what?!”

Y/N: “Try to keep up, darling.”

Peter: “We are gonna die.”

[amphitriteswife]

Hi! If you are accepting requests right now can you please write dating headcanons for Peter, Nathaniel, Thaddeus and Alipede from killer peter? Thank you ❤️

Killer Peter Dating Headcanons

Sorry anon, i don’t write for peter or Nathaniel just yet!

🐉 congratulations! You now obtained a silly boyfriend who’s also a skilled martial artists and kills ppl. But he’s not evil and just wants to protect what is dear to him!

🐉 He would convince you not to visit him in his hometown. Not because he doesn’t want you there but because he is certain the rest of the people who do not approve of hom being the head there would try to target you instead of him. He can’t put you at risk for anger that is targeted at him, so he would meet you in other towns/ places. Just not his home town.

🐉 Thaddeus is overall very affectionate. Lots and i mean LOTS of hugging. He sees you as more than just his partner okay? You’re going to be his bff! His family! He loves you more than he can describe! A feeling he hasn’t felt before! So please bare with him while he figures it out. He’ll also hold your hand a lot and talk to you like 24/7. He’s a yapper okay😼

🐉 sometimes Thaddeus can come over as childish. But that’s because he trust you. He’s playful and yes he’s like that with everyone, but just because he’s playful doesn’t mean he can’t be serious. He just prefers to live his life happier and sillier. To him he doesn’t mind if you are/aren’t silly or childish. He’ll like you either way! You’re set with him now since he’s ur boyfriend so he can handle it!

🐉 lots of cuddles. I feel like he would be very clingy as a boyfriend imo. Even cuddling you in his sleepZ he would either have your head on his chest, his head on your chest, spooning you, or he’s laying on you with his full weight. He’s always touching you even if it’s just with his pinky

🐉 i feel like Thaddeus would like out going dates a lot! He’s very extroverted and easy to get along with so he’ll be fine either way even if you don’t want to go outside. But a date of his pick is deff outside. Fair dates, shopping dates, beach dates. You get the idea. He would win you prizes, feed you candy and tanghulu. He’ll buy you ice cream at the beach! Oh you want to stay inside? Even more ice cream!

🐉 actually wears matching clothes with you. You know those Chinese street wear videos? Yeah he LOVES those. It truly depends on his mood to he honest, sometimes he’s SUPER overdressed. But most of the time he’s pretty casual. He’ll give you his clothes of you ask. He doesn’t mind if you wear them too. You can take the earrings and chains too if you want. Sharing is caring after all!

🐉 He’ll be a little secretive about his occupation but that’s because he wants to keep you save. He doesn’t enjoy it…but it brings in money so…..yeah. There is a high chance he might quit if you two are getting pretty serious and he’ll do something else! He doesn’t want you around thay stuff

🐇 I think we all saw that Alipede was insecure during the fight with Peter. Hell Peter himself even said it out loud. So what does this mean? Alipede is INSECURE as hell in your relationship. 200%

🐇 i feel like you’d need to get along with his bunnies. Or at least tolerate them. Alipede has a strong emotional bonds with them since he sees himself im the bunnies. The red eyes and white hair ofcourse. So he wants you to also acknowledge that he has an emotional connection to the bunnies. That’s why he wants you to get along with them. If you’re scared, he’ll have no problem by teaching you how to not be scared or helping you overcome your fears.

🐇 Soft Tsundere boyfriend. Quite jealous too. It’s not the possessive jealous though. It’s the insecure jealous. So he needs you to convince him that you do want him and not anyone else okay? He’ll also feel embarrassed for actually feeling that way and sulk a bit about it.

🐇 don’t make fun of his blindness. He doesn’t take kindly to that. Not at all. He’ll be very hurt because of it too. It’s a NO. For him. You are allowed to compare them for something. He doesn’t mind you commenting on him being Albino. But he doesn’t take kindly to insults. So watch out.

🐇 when it comes to Alipede trying to court you: he WILL try to use his huzz. Yes he tries to be charming. Remember when he was disguised as someone else and flirted with Ahn Jiwon (the blind lady)? Yes he will try to do it with you too. And no he doesn’t feel any shame about it too. The moment he has his eyes on you, he’s not letting go easily.

🐇 actually prefers low-key dates. So at home, chilling. Maybe even a bit romantic. But still just you and him. He prefers for the focus to be on the two of you and getting to know one another very well. Perhaps even deep conversations or certain stances on different subjects.

🐇 doesn’t mind you knowing about his occupation, if it’s a No for you he’ll understand and move along. Just don’t tell anyone about it. You might not actually survive that. If you have the same occupation as him he’s actually going for a rival like relationship! He thinks it’ll add more spice to the relationship too!

[crittercisms]

my favorite activity is using things i’ve said to friends or just said in general as the basis for text posts

[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus x Reader

Note: this is a gift for my Thaddeus lovers‼️🌚 This will be the last update for the time being, I'll be back soon. Love you all💋

*Inspired by chapter 59*

Cw: slow burn,nsfw,mdom,mdni

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Steamy Lesson

The cold breeze envelopes you into the timeless nights of Kowloon Hell as your mind races back to the events that led you here.

It all began on that island—an isolated stretch of land where the D-rankers were gathered for testing. The mission was simple: survive or be slaughtered. But it was there, between the chaos and bloodshed, that you and Thaddeus crossed paths.

It was on that island that you asked Thaddeus to be your teacher. Watching him fight stirred something deep within you—his combat skills were both terrifying and mesmerizing, leaving you in awe while also sending a chill of fear through your veins.

You glance around. The training area is secluded, hidden beneath the shadow of a ruined building. The growing darkness of dusk makes the atmosphere unsettling.

The name of this city, after all, is spot on. It does look quite like hell.

"Are you ready, little one?" And there he is, with his annoying little smirk.

You couldn't stand him. How could you?

He's an asshole pretending to be a goody two-shoes. You can't wrap your head around the fact that everyone finds him fun to be around.

He's just a little brat, walking around like the world belongs to him.

That smile of his, the one that always lingers on his lips, as if he's holding some secret he refuses to share, makes your blood boil. It's as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, teasing you as if he finds your irritation amusing, as if your every reaction were a game to him.

You hated how effortlessly he seemed to get under your skin. It's maddening. If only he'd stop dragging you into his twisted games. But no, he's always there—the more you try to ignore him, the more it feels like he's just waiting to prove you wrong.

And now that you've spent even more time together, as if it were possible, Thaddeus seemed even more irritating. The tension between you two is palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air, charging every movement, every breath. The training sessions were a constant reminder of the fine line between hate and desire.

Several weeks had passed since your first lesson together. You remembered his words:

"I won't be a gentle teacher," Thaddeus said. "I will push all your limits. You'll learn discipline and perseverance."

And it was very much the truth. He did, in fact, break all your boundaries and limits—not that it was a bad thing. He's a good teacher; he just has a very unique and questionable way of teaching.

But it was worth it. You made great progress.

"Today you'll fight me," Thaddeus snapped you out of your thoughts, throwing some bands at you to wrap around your hands. "Should we make a bet, doll face?" His languid smile threw you off. You were startled by this sudden change of behavior; his eyes sparked with mischievousness.

"What kind of bet?" you asked cautiously. It was obvious that this was just another one of his twisted mind games, where he is the only one to take pleasure from ruining others.

"If I win," Thaddeus continued, his voice dripping with amusement, "you'll have to follow my orders for the next week. No questions, no complaints."

Your mind racing as you weighed your options. Thaddeus wasn't the type to lose, and the thought of being under his orders unsettled you. But then again, you had no intention of letting any weakness show

"And if I win?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing tension.

Thaddeus’s grin widened, a glint of something darker in his eyes. "If you win, I'll leave you alone for the same amount of time. No games, no tricks, just peace."

It sounded alluring .Too good to be true.

A rare opportunity to be free of his manipulation, but something inside you told you it was a trap.

"What’s the catch?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He chuckled softly"No catch, doll. But you'll have to earn it."

The Apostle assumes a combat stance, smirking quietly to himself.

He revels in your reactions; they ignite a dark, dangerous fire within him that he can't quite comprehend. That relentless, stubborn attitude of yours drives him to the edge, making him eager to break you—body and soul—in more ways than one.

"Let's see what you got, doll face," he says mockingly.

This will be interesting, he thinks to himself.

--

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and leather, the only sound being the soft, rhythmic thud of your shoes against the ground.

Thaddeus’s eyes gleamed with that familiar playfulness as he took his stance once again.

"You can’t even keep up with the basics," he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement as you struggled to block one of his kicks.

"Still think you’re ready for this?" His gaze pierced right through you.

"Shut up, asshole." With a fierce grunt, you lunged forward, aiming to land a punch.

"Oh~" he chuckled. "You shouldn't run your mouth. I'm your teacher, doll face," he said, dismissing your attempts to hit him.

Thaddeus came closer, positioning himself behind you. You could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Here, let me help you." His lips brushed against your ear, his whisper low and husky, his hands landing on your waist to correct your form.

The heat from his touch seared through your body, as if it burned you. You flinched but didn’t pull away.

"Relax... you're too tense," he murmured, his breath warm and tickling against your ear, giving you goosebumps.

Thaddeus noticed your reaction and smiled to himself, pleased. He relished the power—even if minimal—that he held over you.

He enjoyed toying with your senses—he squeezed your waist, light yet possessing, before letting go.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to acknowledge how his proximity affected you.

"Let's try it again."

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Your body was on fire, every muscle screaming from the relentless pace. You knew Thaddeus was toying with you, deliberately letting you get close enough to think you might land a hit—only to dodge at the last moment. But his movements were smooth, almost predatory. You were both breathing hard, drenched in sweat, but neither of you was willing to admit defeat.

But just as you lunged one last time, your movements faltering for a split second, his hand shot out, catching your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, Thaddeus had you pinned against the wall. As you looked up at him, time seemed to stretch, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

"Looks like I won," his tall figure towering over you, making you feel tiny and vulnerable.

"Get off, weird glasses," you said, trying to sound indifferent, as if you weren't at his mercy.

He leaned in closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nope, I don't think I will."Thaddeus's voice was soft, but the challenge in it was unmistakable. His grip on your wrists tightened, and you could feel his pulse beating against your own, matching the erratic rhythm of your heart.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing for a way to escape his grasp. You tried to shift, to use your body weight to your advantage, but it was futile.

"Let go of me, Thaddeus," you spat, venom lacing your voice, though even you could hear the uncertainty beneath it.

"Tch, tch, tch," he murmured, lowering his head. "I'm the one who won the bet, pretty little thing."

It was the confirmation you’d dreaded: all of this was a trap. He had you exactly where he wanted.

Thaddeus traced a finger slowly down your jawline, then lifted your chin with deliberate tenderness. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You closed your eyes, feeling the light brush of his lips against yours, and for a heartbeat, you wondered if he might kiss you. The mere possibility twisted your stomach.

But no. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours.

Thaddeus, clearly delighted by your reaction, let out a soft chuckle—a mocking, dark sound.

"You're a challenge, doll face," he whispered, his voice low, a dangerous edge to it. "And I like challenges."

His gaze searched yours, seeking something you couldn’t quite name.

Hate? Desire? Hunger?

"I’ll kiss you," he said abruptly.

Your eyes widened at his words. You turned your head, as if the movement could banish the turmoil rising inside you. "No," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You wanted it—and the thought maddened you.

Thaddeus raised an eyebrow, savoring the sight of your flustered expression. "Yes," he said, and before you could protest further, his lips crashed against yours.

This was no gentle kiss. It was rough, hungry, possessive—an expression of all the unspoken tension between you.

Thaddeus held you with one of his large hands, pinning you in place, while the other slid down to your waist.

Every instinct in your body urged you closer to him.

Thaddeus softly pulls away, his lips brushing gently over your lower lip before he breaks the kiss.

"I knew you wanted this as much as I do," he murmurs, the words lingering in the air between you. A shiver runs through you at his certainty, and it makes you painfully aware of the truth you've been hiding—how much you've pretended not to feel, how much you've denied the pull of his presence.

You meet his gaze, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effects he has over you. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hate you," you snap, the words laced with frustration—anger not just at him, but at the burning, forbidden desire that threatens to unravel you.

Thaddeus's lips curl into a knowing smile, a low chuckle escaping him. He sees right through the mask you’ve so carefully constructed.

"Hate me all you want, doll face. But you’re still here, aren’t you?"

He didn't need you to say it out loud:the kiss has told him everything he needed to know.

This wasn’t just a fleeting game anymore.

"Show me how much you hate me," he says, smirking knowingly. But you don’t have time to respond before his lips meet yours once more.

He lifts you effortlessly, without breaking the kiss—everything about him is too easy, too confident. It feels almost natural to be in his arms, as if this is exactly where you belong.

He sets you down gently on the weathered table, positioning himself between your legs.

A surge of irritation courses through you, and before you can stop it, your teeth sink into his lower lip, biting down with enough force to draw blood. The sharp, metallic taste fills your mouth, but it’s quickly drowned by the heat of his mouth on yours.

Thaddeus hisses, his breath sharp and shallow but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his grip tightens around you, his body pressing closer, his heat seeping into every inch of you. “You have no idea how much I love it when you’re like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and dark...sending a shiver of something you refuse to name spiraling down your spine.

The words vibrate through you, igniting a hunger that you try desperately to suppress. But with each movement, each breath, you feel yourself unraveling further, helpless against the pull of his touch, the ache in your chest that makes it harder and harder to remember why you hate him so much.

With a kiss that mirrors the intensity of his passion, he takes a handful of your hair and tilts your head to expose the soft curve of your neck. He whispers in your ear, his voice low, "You drive me insane," before pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, biting, suckling—marking you.

Thaddeus hums softly to himself, savoring the sight of his marks upon you—so innocent,so delicate. It stirs something primal and visceral within him, a deep, aching hunger that refuses to be ignored.

In the back of his mind, clouded by desire, a thought urges him to stain you further, to make you submit to him. Only to him.

Thaddeus stands over you, breathing heavily.You’ve both crossed a line now. His touch, his words—there's no escaping it.

"You're mine now," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice dark but oddly tender as his gaze softens just enough to make your heart skip.

"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice low, almost a whisper, but heavy with authority.

You hesitate, feeling the weight of his gaze on you; however, your head tells you to follow his instructions to please him.

Slowly, you part your lips, looking up at him as if you were a puppy waiting for its owner's praise.

He smiles, pleased with your obedience, his eyes tracing every subtle movement you make. Then, without warning, he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. A small, almost inaudible whimper escapes your mouth as you take in the thickness of his fingers.

"That's it," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. He begins to move, his fingers deepening inside your mouth. "Yes, good puppy," he praises, his tone dark and laced with dominance, amazed by how effortlessly you submit to him.

His breath quickens, each inhale sharp and shallow, as the heat between you intensifies.

The warmth of your mouth, the sight of your complete submission, and the way your tongue swirls around his fingers—it's almost too much for him to bear.

He pulls his coated fingers from your mouth, bringing them slowly to his lips. His eyes never leave yours, dark with lust and intensity, as he licks them clean, savoring the taste of you.

You almost whine in protest but then,realization hits you.

What the fuck just happened?!

You push him away with all your strengths

The pull between you is undeniable. You're tangled up in his world, in his games.

You turn around facing him once more.

"I hate you," you whisper, but the words feel empty now.He already knows the truth.

And with that awareness you storm out the training area.

The kiss, the tension, the games—this isn't over. Not yet.

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