#tw: suggestive touching

[the-pobble-terrarium]

[ringing a dinner bell] COME GET YALLS FOOD

I don’t think he’s normal about that, Scrabby

[simp-ly-writes]

The First Thing You Hear

─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.4)

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Assistant!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: quiet morning and lab-time fun, all ruined by the power of one... and Jayce is willing to do anything for everything to go back as things were... anything.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, protective!Jayce, Fluff and angst, suggestive themes, kissing, kinda transitional chapter for season 2 (black outfit anyone?), mentions of blood and death, reader is mentioned to have hair and is shorter than Jayce.

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─ · · A/N: I really should be studying but all I can think about is THIS. Love and appreciate you all! *biggest virtual hugs*

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─ · · When you slowly blinked, opening your eyes to the sunlight coming in from underneath the door, you felt a weight on your stomach and looked down to see a sleeping Jayce, back exposed using you as a pillow. His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you tightly as if worried you would disappear.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, feeling the silky smooth texture mixed with a few dead-ends, I need to book him a haircut, you told yourself humming gently as you debated how to remove yourself from him but as if sensing your thoughts, Jayce stirred in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent before placing more of his weight on you. At the start, it was a comforting weight as if an anxiety-blanket but it soon became unbearable.

You wheezed, "Jayce," you called out softly even though you were struggling to breathe, he did not move. "Jayce," you said a bit louder, watching as he shifted slightly, his head shaking in a "no." You scoffed, "Jayce," you warned, please don't tell me this is going to be every morning.

You watched as Jayce's golden eyes slowly opened and met your own- pleading with a small frown on his face, his hair un-styled and falling over his face. You picked up your hand, moving it back as he leaned into your touch. "morning, Jay," you said.

Jayce smiled, your heart beating rapidly in his chest in how soft he looked, as if about to cry tears of happiness that you were not some dream but physically there with him, laying in bed. "I love you," Jayce said, his voice deep and groggy as you clenched your bare thighs in reaction - hearing him chuckle.

"No good morning back?" you teased, removing your hands from his head to rub your eyes. Jayce picked himself up slightly, leaning in to place light delicate kissing from your collarbones up to your neck and just underneath your chin were he lingered.

"I want the first thing you hear ever day is my love for you, so that you may not question it," Jayce says gently before capturing your lips. You groan, pushing him away. "Morning breath, morning breath," you joke, trying to pick yourself up again but Jayce is having none of it.

"No, please. Let's just stay here for now, everyone else can wait. I have waited a decade for this, don't go now," Jayce says, kissing you once more, "please," another kiss. You fall back with a huff, looking up to Jayce. "Pleased now?" Jayce smiles a wide toothy grin, "very much so."

You watch as he rolls over, blankets exposing more skin for your eyes before Jayce is pulling you on top of his chest, chin on top of your head with a hum, "You are so beautiful." You blush, "you're pretty too," you joke, drawing random patterns on his skin before settling on a tattoo on his forearm you hadn't noticed before with his long-sleeves. You feel Jayce's chest rumble with a laugh, "thanks."

Your fingers dance across the ink before looking down at your blank arm with a contemplative look. "Why did you get this?" You ask, feeling as he shrugs, "Don't really remember but I just wanted a piece of something we all made." we all made... always so quick to be selfless.

You close your eyes with a sigh, wait... what are we? fuck, do I have a job? Yet the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles onto your hip, the soft blankets and warmth of his skin against yours had you forgetting your train of thought and falling asleep once again.

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─ · · You both were rushing around, bumping into one another in the bathroom. Jayce for the last half-hour had been trying to tempt you to join him in the shower but you too busy cursing him out once seeing all the marks running up your sore thighs. "Jayce fucking Talis," you swore watching as he poked his head out with a smirk.

"You were screaming my name quite pleasantly last night, whats the difference?" You shook your head, doing your makeup with the little you has in your purse before tucking in an over-sized button up. "You look so good in my clothes," Jayce murmured, a wet head placing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. "You're getting me all wet, Jay!"

"Oh am I now?" he raises a brow.

"I'll leave now if you don't stop," you threatened, looking at him through the slightly foggy mirror, trying to hide a smile. "You wouldn't dare," Jayce glared at you back, taking your words seriously, zipping up his pants and leaning on the counter. You raised your chin, "I mean, you said it yourself... I do have an officer wanting my-"

The sudden rush to your head as you were picked up and you swatted his back, "We are going to be even more late! The meeting started an hour ago we really have to go NOW!"

"You're officially unemployed now, remember?" Jayce said back, hips pinning you to the bed, your hands trapped between one of his larger ones. "But what about you?" you said, albeit a bit breathlessly.

"You got me caught up yesterday, or did you already forget?" Jayce tilts his head, kissing you in between words.

"You didn't fuck me that good, Jayce," you chuckle before seeing the look that casts over his features before capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and letting it fall. "No? then allow me to try again."

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─ · · You were not leaving unless you ran, and run you did after flinging back on your clothes and dashing right to the lab leaving an angry Jayce back at his apartment. You opened and closed the door before bracing your hands on your knees and intaking deep breaths before looking around the space and finding Viktor asleep at his desk. His cheeks appeared hollowed, his eyes sagging with bags as your heart cried, you hated how he had to get worse before getting better.

You brought a hand up, placing it at his back to feel his shallow breaths before you shook him away feeling him startle and sway. You grabbed his shoulder's gently, keeping the man in place, a frown coating your features, "Viktor? hey, hey, are you doing okay?"

Viktor looked through you with dead eyes. "I have been fine, just need to figure this out." You nodded, removing your touch before moving back to the blackboards. "I got fired," you said with your back turned feeling his wide stare, now fully awake. "He is an idiot, I apologize. Consider yourself hired." You scoffed before sharing a laugh.

"Really?" you turned around with a smile, knowing that this was what you were going to do all along. Viktor rolls his eye before he nods his head once- turning back to his desk and observing the growing plant at his desk with newfound intrigue... as if he could listen to it...

You watched out of the corner of your eye before he snapped his head over and you looked back with a whistle. Picking up a piece of chalk, you rewrote parts with new numbers you had written on your palm. Hmmm, maybe a 4 instead Oh! but what if we... you lost yourself in the maze your text swirling in circles as did your head.

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─ · · Jayce had joined you both later that day after a meeting with the council, tensions appeared as high and tight as his shoulders. You stepped down from a stool, dusting your hands on your pants before waving to Jayce of extended his hand in a silent ask that you followed, sitting on his desk as he placed his head in your lap with a sigh, "All I want is for this to do good, to save people, to protect Piltover... I didn't want all these politics and-" Jayce sighs, "I sound ungrateful, I'm sorry."

"No, Jayce. Don't say that," you said to him, "It's a job that no good person like yourself wants and the kind of job only the worst people strive towards. I may not be able to hold the burden, but I can help ease it," you say, picking his head up as he kisses your palm in thanks, closing his eyes before you both turn once hearing Viktor's scoff.

"I thought you got fired. Now you are a therapist."

"Oh, Viktor," you laugh, shaking your head before shoving Jayce off you as he leans back in his chair, playing with a pencil between his fingers as he looks at your combined work with squinted eyes. You all were so close to finding the answer to all your issues... it would only take a matter of time...

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─ · · When you and Jayce stepped out of the lab and back onto the Piltover streets for lunch, you were shocked just as everyone else was on how excited everyone appeared while looking at you both together.

"See son, I told you so," a parent says to their child groans and rolls there eyes with a huff before smiling at you and looking down at your connected hands. Jayce raises his chin, not even trying to hide his smile as you bury your face into his arm. "Too many eyes," you mumble, cheeks warming in what appears a permanent blush.

Cameras flashed as you walked together, "Why couldn't I just stay back in the lab?" you question, "I'm sure Viktor is lonely."

"I'm sure he is, and is thankful for it. We did spend the afternoon annoying him" Jayce replies with a chuckle, moving you to his other side while walking further away from the street. "You know you can't just pick me up and move me around Jayce," you comment, still looking ahead, feeling his stare, "I just want you safe." The crowd aww's as you slap his arm. "You're doing this on purpose," you glare.

Jayce shrugs, leaning down to kiss your forehead, "I'm just giving the people what they want." And by that moment, a little girl had ran off and hugged each of your legs together before looking up at you both. "Are you alright?" Jayce asked, crouching down, extending his hand as you leaned down as well. The girl only looked at you, eyes wide and mouth agape in awe, "I always wanted to meet a princess!"

Your eyes are now equally wide as you laugh off your shock, "Umm, well, sweetie I'm really not-" She leaps into your arms, hugging you, Jayce looks at the image of you two together fondly and with a certain glint to his eyes, you narrow your own, no, Jayce. The man picks up his hands, showing you his palms before a father is rushing over, apologizing profusely to you both as he unlatches his daughter from your arms.

"I am terribly sorry, she has an overactive imagination and-and loves you two- and I love your both- together I mean and," the father shakes his head as you hold up your hand, "Its alright," you speak softly receiving an appreciative nod.

"Princess?" Jayce tests the name on his lips, looking down at you and you can't look at him in the eyes right now, catching the look of someone in the crowd who gives you a thumbs up, hextech help me.

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─ · · The following days leading up to Jayce's speech were filled with the trio loosing themselves in the laboratory like shadows of their past echoing in the present. You sat beside Jayce, feet swinging back and fourth off his desk as you jotted down findings in your table-charts and journals.

A record was playing in the background as Viktor shook his head gently side to side with the beat, mumbling the chorus as Jayce joined in as the other voice, you laughed, flinging your head back while watching them both share this moment; singing and dancing as you got up, Jayce picking up your hand and inviting you to twirl before pulling you into a kiss.

You pulled away laughing, placing your head on his chest as you stood there looking out to a sunset Piltover, "I have missed this," you say without expecting a response, just voicing out your thoughts as Jayce places a large palm between your shoulder blades, bringing you close before forcing Viktor to join the group hug with a sigh. "I have missed this," Jayce says, squeezing you all together as Viktor groans and gags before removing himself, a smile evident on his features as he casts you a wink.

You playfully fan yourself before exchanging an eye roll, Jayce grunts, "Are you stealing my girl from me Viktor?" he teases as Viktor tenses. "No. I wouldn't do that to you, but she is my new lab assistant," he says as you firmly nod, crossing your arms in a challenging stance as Jayce hums, "You were quick to find work, sweetheart."

You shake your head with a smile, "This was never about work," you repeat Jayce's word back to him watching as his eyes light up, "I love you," he says.

"If you two are going to be acting like this, I might have to fire you both," Viktor says, half mocking, half seriously. You and Jayce look at one another before looking back at Viktor, "we love you too, Viktor!"

Viktor pinches the bridge of his nose cursing you both out.

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─ · · Later that day, you all sat in front of the blackboard in your respective chairs, Jayce's arm around the back of yours as you all ate together, the conversation taken away from scientific's as you all catch up with one another.

"Jayce and I are... together now," you say. "I couldn't see that," Viktor firs back, fork pointing at the arm around your shoulder and the hand that twirls your hair in between his fingers. Your cheeks warm as you look away from them both and stare straight at the board.

Viktor leans forward into your vision, "I am happy for you both, truly." You smile as does Viktor before leaning back. You lean your head back on Jayce's arm, closing your eyes. "Don't fall asleep on me, will have to carry you back," Jayce says, your eyes open, head turning to look at your boyfriend. The term has your heart pounding to admit it to yourself.

"Like you would hate to do that, Jay," you retort with a snort. "You caught me there."

─ · · Jayce ended up carrying you to your bed, helping you out of your boots, putting down your hair as you leaned subconsciously into his touch, hands pulling to bring with warmth into your embrace as he chuckled and crawled in beside you before pulling over the covers.

You felt around with a frown before rolling over into his side and finding a smile. Jayce looked down at you resting on his chest, his heart aching with deep affection as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with a sigh, "I love you," he whispered to himself before looking up at your ceiling. and I hope that its enough for what it to come...

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─ · · You stood behind the curtain, watching off to the side as Jayce presented his second Progress Day speech. You didn't want to be in the crowd for his speech this time, a little selfish you knew but you didn't do well with crowds, happy to recite his words as he spoke them to everyone for the first time, you? the thousandths time.

You look to Viktor standing by yourself as he grips your hand, eyes scared yet proud of Jayce just as you were. "Thank god its not us speaking," you joke as the crowd cheers. Viktor laughs, squeezing your hand, "You know, I think we would put them to sleep." Its your turn to laugh before a voice shushes you and you both stand tall. Eyes gleaming in silent humour.

─ · · But with progress came set backs as you all stumbled back, a load distant bang rumbled through the backstage, you looked catching a glimpse of blue, but maybe it was just the fireworks? You told yourself feeling unease. Viktor tensed, dropping your hand and taking a step forward, he looked through the darkness while Jayce was finishing up his speech.

Your hands were shaking, you knew something was not right but you could not put your hand on it. So lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize Jayce was back, he grabbed your shoulders, shaking them slightly, "sweetheart? come back to me, whats wrong?" he asked, looking around the dark space to Viktor who just shrugged.

You looked up, a wary smile, "I-It's nothing Jayce," you told both him and yourself before reaching up and placing his hand on your cheek. "I'm alright... let's go and-" a scream sounded and you could smell smoke but by the time you looked back, the gemstone you all were saving was gone, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

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─ · · The next series of months that lead into years were from hell. Those beginning quiet mornings with Jayce were now all-nighters as you both pulled your hair out and fell asleep atop one another, too tired do anything else, minds racing with work and endless life-altering decisions.

─ · · You could feel how much pressure the council was putting on Jayce, how this missing gemstone in the wrong hands was only going to be the first card falling in a series of failed hands you would be forced to play. And just when you thought yourself to be out of politics, that Viktor was doing okay, that your relationship was going alright. It all came slamming into you.

─ · · You and Jayce were without sleep, you nearly in tears from stress as Jayce yelled out his frustrations to you but it felt like at you by how stressed he was. You gripped your head, knees being pulled up into your chin as you rocked yourself for comfort. Someone just made a threat on our lives, someone wants to-to kill me! was all you could think and Jayce was already loosing his mind long before you were at the news he did his best to hide from you... people knew how much you meant to the councillor, how easily he would crumble without you. How did this all happen so quickly? You asked the sky, blinking away tears... how did warm mornings and long days in the lab result to this? The sky said nothing in response, just staring blankly back in its blue hues, crying at the loss of innocence alongside you.

─ · · You watched Jayce in the forge, sweat dripping down your back even when you stood far away from the fire. You would think your partner to be highly attractive in the current moment if you were your younger more clueless self as he worked himself to the bone, making what he promised never to do before... weapons. You hated that your combined life's work was not working out, that Viktor's health was failing and that Hextech was to be used this way but what little choice did you all have? The gates were up, your time was limited and being peacekeepers didn't work in the past... you felt disgusted with yourself as did Jayce, the tattoo burning against his skin, the embers hotly kissing your cheeks- burning into your skin like freckles. past self, please forgive me... for I am not the person I want to be...

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─ · · One night when you sat alone in your dark apartment besides a singular lamp, tea in hand as your floor was covered in a carpet of blueprints, a sudden knocking at the door had you grabbing a knife from the kitchen as you shook before seeing a broken Jayce at your doorstep, not speaking a word. You opened the door, allowing him to fall into your arms- his hammer leaving a permanent mark on the tiles in your entry-way. You didn't ask what happened, you didn't want to know. You had visited Viktor earlier that day in the hospital, your heart couldn't take much more and as Jayce kissed you for the first time in months, emotions overcame you both with a need for comfort in one another, in a remembrance of a past time where the stresses were at least manageable. A time where it was easy to love one another.

Your hands shook as you exposed skin, you sobbed against his shoulder as he silently cried into your own. His hand gripped your hips, pleading as you bit your quivering lip, listening to his whispers near your ear as he repeated, "I love you, I'm sorry," endlessly as if to repent. And that night you left permeant marks on one another as others would fade over time.

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─ · · You and Jayce held one another in the morning, the light appearing cold as the breeze as you thought of an empty lab, a sense of deja vu washing over you both. You grasped his hand, closing your eyes again to keep in the moment, to keep the tears at bay, you were going to lose a friend today, slowly you would watch him fade away as you have been but this time... there was no hope.

Viktor would take his last breath, he would solve his last equation with you by his bedside, crack his last insult in your face and then... nothing. You felt sick, a hollow feeling in your stomach, your blood cold.

Today you would watch from the corners as Jayce spoke with the council in a desperate attempt for solution; something you both always used to be good at... cracking numbers, drawing diagrams, you could smile, cry, laugh, plead- with your past self yet they were never returning back to help you now.

You thought back to your first days working alongside Jayce, just how scared you were then as you were now. You remember meeting Jayce's mother, her cooking on your tongue and her sweet and welcoming words in your ears as she hugged you dearly, as if one of her own. You think of Jayce drawing on your skin, whispering into his ear during early council meetings, of the passion that burned in his eyes as he pulled you down the hall and the love in his eyes as you screamed and yelled at him.

You don't realize yourself to be silently crying as you think about the first night you shared together. His touch, body draping over and protecting your own while bruising your skin with his love before kissing over the marks. You felt as Jayce's chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, he too was struggling as he pressed his head to your shoulder.

"I love you..." I want the first thing you hear ever day is my love for you, so that you may not question it... you thought back to his past words, "...It'll all be over soon," Jayce whispered seemingly to himself as you nodded along. You hated every string attached to those words, you were not ready to say goodbye just yet to it all but it was what had to be done to save so many...

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─ · · You both slowly got dressed in separate corners of the room and walked side by side, un-touching on your way to the council room where Viktor stood waiting for you both. Guards nodded towards you all before opening the doors to the room already in shambles. Fingers were being pointed, hair pulled, wine spilled over the stone like blood dripping off the jagged edges.

You and Jayce looked at one another, foreheads pressing together in a lingering kiss of minds but just as you took a step back, watching as Jayce began to walk up the steps, the room stirring to silence. Jayce paused, hand extending and flexing in a silent ask, and how could you refuse after it all?

You took small strides before grasping his hand in the support he needed with his head hung low. You reached your hand out to grasp Viktor's as you all moved towards to the head of the table and took your seats. The words were spoken to yells and shouts. It was war, the screaming, the stares and then the peace as hand by hand rose and just as Jayce moved your connected hands up... the last thing you could hear was a scream.

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─ · · Jayce woke up, his arm killing him as he quickly turned around the room, hearing vicious laughter echoing in the back of his mind. He was in hyper-drive, hands shaking as he faced the broken window at his back before feeling something roll down to touch his foot, half of a spray-painted broken smile mocked him on a piece of metal that he kicked aside with a shout before looking at the rest of the destruction and corpses before him.

Floodlights entered the space, enforcers yelled for support and to lock down the city as Jayce staggered seeing his old mentors, peers, Viktor... all dead but still no sight of you. Mel shook herself, shoving a scrap piece of metal off her body with a shout before standing with a wobble, she looked towards Jayce as the man looked to be loosing himself.

Jayce started to laugh, tears streaming down his face as he searched desperately for you, I was supposed to protect you, Jayce felt besides himself in sickness, no, no, no, you could not be dead- he wouldn't allow it, he refused.

"(NAME)!" Jayce shouted in a panic before feeling a hand on his arm, his head snapped over, eyes hopeful before disappointed that rocked Mel to her core. "Jayce," she said softly before Jayce was ripping her touch off of him and shouting your name again and again.

Mel cupped her hands to her chest, her heart aching for her friend and peer as he gripped at his hair, he started to smile, turning to face her with wide eyes, "she's not here," Jayce laughed having officially lost it, "She-she's not here," he laughed so hard, falling to his knees before crying and rocking himself. I need her, I need her, my girl, mine, where are you? Please, you are all I ask for, ever have, I never wanted any of this...

His head flicked back over to Viktor's lifeless self as he felt numb, just staring blankly as Mel knelt in front of him, tears streaming down her own cheeks as she didn't know what to do, how to help. "Jayce, he's gone, Viktor's gone... please, we have to get to safety." Jayce shakes his head, "No, she deserves to be here with us, she did nothing wrong! It should have been me!" Jayce shouts, the cold touch of morning air caressing his cheek.

"You can't save her if you are still here, Jayce. Please, we can go find her right afterwards, we just have to leave now," Mel's words appear to knock sense back into the man before her as he picks up Viktor's hand one last time, pressing it above his heart, his eyes widen feeling a light pulse and next thing he knows... he was running

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─ · · The first thing you could hear was a chainsaw that had your brain and heart kickstarting away. Your eyes opened, hissing from the swinging light above your head. A green goo slipped down your cheek and onto your pant legs. You could feel their heavy breath on your head as they yelled into your ear, "I can't wait to watch the life slip from your eyes so that he knows what he took from me, he feels my pain."

You shook in your seat, trying to escape your bindings but with no use. You cried, trying to shake the chair side to side yet it was welded to the floor. "Jayce!" you called out begging, their cackles carved out your heart as they mocked you, "Jayce! Jayce!" they wined and pleaded in your face, the moving blade catching a part of your shoe as you screamed.

"Save your voice for the show, little one. You are going to need it for when every topside member see's there beloved (first/name) (last/name) die right in front of them. Oh what a show it will be!"

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─ · · JAYCE TALIS TAGLIST: @sseleniaa @sunshiines-stuff

─ · · A/N: please don't hate me! I gave fluff right... right?

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[cupcakeslushie]

Thinking about kendra confiscating donnie's battle shell,,,,, hmmmmm something something leaving him vulnerable, she could probably twist it to be about the other turtles if she really wanted to

Also something something changing someone's physical appearance without their consent as a form of torture

You really got me thinkin thoughts out here

Oh lord this ask slammed into my brain at full speed. Kendra turning Donnie’s battle shell into something that he used, not just for protection in battle, but also for sensory comfort. And then making it seem like he actually only wore it because his brothers were dangerous to be around. Guilting him into putting his discomfort aside just to be agreeable. 😭

Thanks for this brainrot!

[bunnyboysrus]

Of Monsters and Omegas

I read this a/b/o thing a while ago, I don't even know who the original was by I can't find it again y-y

but it had a thing I'd never seen in a/b/o before, with an idea of an alpha, claim biting another alpha and turning them into an omega (talked to a friend and it turns out this is a thing that has been written about more than once, im just out of touch and its not even friday) and it was an amazing story, super well written, I just personally didn't like the ending cause I'm the #1 advocate for brat readers and not the biggest fan of crybabies or the total pheromone brainwashing that people write for omegas that make them do the complete opposite of what they would normally do, I'd like to think they have more resistance to the chemicals than that albeit at the cost of some physical and psychological pain. so im writing my own, thingy, with a different ending.

18+ Minors DNI - 6.3k words Content Warnings: stalking, obsession, death, fighting, violence, blood, torture(?), kidnapping, noncon touching, suggestive, gangs, some degradation, reader is referred to as 'princess' gender neutrally (im new to this so if theres anything i forgot pls let me know)

The heavy sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed against the stone walls of the alleyway concealing the battered figures of the people fighting within it. One person lay dazed and immobile on the ground already, followed shortly by a second body, this one out cold before he even hit the ground. The last two fighters standing were locked in a desperate grapple, and despite having been beset upon by three assholes at once, the would-be victim who had been pulled into the alley on their way home from a long day of college classes gains the upper hand for the third and final time. Your muscles burn as you grunt and send the last assailant flying into the hard brick wall, one final crack ringing through the tight, dark space as they slide down the wall onto the dirty ground, right into an unfortunately placed puddle of dumpster juice. They leave a splatter of blood on the stone where the back of their head split on the stained grit.

Blood drips from the knuckles of the hand you run through the sweaty hair slicked to your forehead as you stoop and pick up your backpack from where it had been tossed to the side. You spot a wallet on the ground, knocked out of someone's pocket at some point during the fight, and pocket the cash from that too, for the inconvenience. These scumbags were lucky they weren't dead, yet, anyway. For this? They'd probably be killed within the week once you gave their ID's to your older sister.

You continue on your way back home, wiping the blood off your knuckles and face with the sleeve of your coat as you go.

Why those grunts had seemingly staked you out was beyond you, other than the obvious reason of being a member of their gang's most vicious and historied rival. Your family was a notorious one, a family business dealing mostly in drugs but with a few spare hands in money laundering and data gathering. You were fully aware that what your family did was illegal in a dozen different ways, but it was what you had grown up in, it was what paid for your lavish lifestyle, so who were you to be judgmental? Besides, to compromise within a morally gray area, you know your family prefers to keep things as bloodless as possible, less clean up and attention that way. As a fresh adult who was only in your second year of college however, you were ignorant to most of those details, and chose to be so. You understood why your family didn't want to involve you just yet, and you didn't care to dig into it, the longer you could go with less responsibilities, the better. So, for now, you were content to stay in the dark and live your carefree, well-funded life.

Of course, that didn't mean you were naive or anything. You know very well that you were in constant danger of being attacked or killed, even as you lived a perfectly normal college life. So, as any self-respecting alpha would, you worked out intensely and routinely, to the point of being intimidating even to other alphas. Running into a few punks here and there was nothing to you, even when they came in groups like they had today.

The remaining smears of blood on your knuckles have dried into a crust by the time you get home. Once you've kicked off your shoes at the door, you hide the gory evidence of your altercation in your coat pockets as you step into the living room of your family's manor. Your sisters, Nina, the youngest, and Esme, older than you but younger than your brothers, Leon and Silas, are sitting on the couch closest to the TV, a drama of some sort playing as they shared a bowl of strawberries. Nina beams at you from the couch.

"Hey! How was your day?"

Nina was still in high school, which in your opinion was way worse than college, so the fact that she still had the spunk and energy to greet you so enthusiastically warmed your heart. You smile back at her as you head for the stairs.

"It was pretty good, I finally finished that project so now I don't have to stay late at the library anymore."

"That's great! That means you'll be home early enough to watch Cats of Heaven with me!"

"I should have enough time for that, sure." You chuckle. You had no clue what that was, but if you had to guess, knowing your sister it was the newest silly cartoon that she had become infatuated with. At least she wasn't trying to get you to watch the insufferable dramas that she liked to watch with Leon and Esme, like what was on now, but you would never admit to your siblings how corny you thought those kinds of shows were. You could only hope Cats of Heaven was something more entertaining than the standard soap operas you'd observed.

"There's pizza in the kitchen." Esme calls to you as you start up the stairs.

Ah, so Leon isn't home yet. The oldest of your siblings was the one who normally cooked, more often than even your mother. You call back an acknowledgement before jogging up the stairs to your room. After cleaning yourself of the day's grime, and the blood of course, you change clothes and trot back downstairs, heading for the kitchen to obtain some of the aforementioned pizza. Getting past the group project you'd been working on for the past three months meant more free time after school for the immediate future, and you were all too keen to relax with your family, even if it meant slogging through a show that was potentially horrendous.

You pad back into the living room, already halfway through one of the five slices of cheesy divinity on your plate. You were just sitting down between Esme and Nina when the sound of keys in the front foyer made you all perk up.

"I thought they weren't coming back for another few days?" Esme voices the question on all of your minds, 'they' being your parents and oldest brother, who had left on a business trip a little under a week ago.

"Maybe they finished work early and wanted it to be a surprise." Nina suggests happily, as the sound of footsteps in the hallway grows closer. You're hit with a sudden wave of apprehension at the same time as Esme, both of you standing abruptly to move in front of your youngest sister as a crowd of strangers step into the room with shameless casualness. Leading them, is an imposing alpha man with ink black hair tied at the nape of his neck and burning red eyes so piercing it almost made you shiver to be caught in their gaze. Almost.

The only thing that overpowered the rising fear was anger.

You sprint directly for the leader, arm pulled back for a haymaker, but some beta grunt gets in your way and takes the blow. It's clear from the confidence with which he steps in that he was unprepared for the force behind the fist, and ends up on his face on the floor, dead to the world. The first swing immediately spurs the others into action, and they surge around their leader to subdue you. It turns out to be a much harder endeavor than any of them anticipate, even when one lackey throws themself onto your back to weigh down your movement, you move as though the weight wasn't there at all, ramming backwards and crushing the brave idiot and one other against the wall. You're about to make another lunge for the leader, who has so far been lounging in an insufferably smug manner against the wall, watching the fight but not bothering to get involved, when you hear a shrill scream behind you that stops you cold.

You turn back to see Nina trapped in the arms of a muscly thug, and Esme thrashing on the ground at her feet, held down by two others. Your rage surges and you move to attack their captors, but the momentary distraction caused by your little sister's distress is all the time that's needed for three more men to jump on you and drag you to the ground. It takes 5 people altogether to hold you down as you curse and struggle against their hold trying to reach your sisters.

The leader of the home invasion chuckles condescendingly as he finally moves from his spot against the wall and walks closer, kneeling down by your face, a tight smile on his face that holds no amusement.

"You're just as feisty as ever, second youngest. I've heard all about your track record in fights, your unbroken win streak was so intimidating that I thought for sure it'd take more than that to subdue you. I'm a little disappointed."

"Fuck you!!!" It's all you can manage to spit out amongst your fury and exhaustion; normally you'd be able to throw off even five people, at least enough to get an arm free to strike out, but you were already worn out from your earlier fight. That, and a literal glob of spit that lands splat dab against the side of the assault leader's nose; damn, so close to hitting him in the eye.

The room goes cold and still, the thugs surrounding you and your siblings seem to take in a collective breath of anxiety, looking nervously to their leader for his reaction. To their surprise, he simply stares down intensely at the struggling alpha on the floor as he wipes the spit off his cheek... and licks it off his thumb.

"Oh, are you sure that's smart? You might not care about your own compromised position... but you care about theirs, right?" He glances over to the men holding down your sisters and in response to an unspoken signal, they draw knives and hold them menacingly against their throats. Esme growls furiously, but Nina screams again in fear as tears pour down her cheeks.

"Stop! Stop it, don't terrorize them! You're here for me, right?! Then just take me outside and beat me to death if that's what you want but leave them alone!!!" You still sound enraged, but even you are aware of the fear that leaks into your voice.

"Aww, worried for your sisters? Me too." The faux amusement in the alpha leader's voice is gone now, replaced with a cold fury chilling enough to send a zing of worry into your spine. The leader grabs a fistful of your hair in a painfully tight grip as he pulls your head up, his other hand spinning a set of keys around his finger. Your blood runs cold when you zero in on the plastic pink dolphin hanging on the ring.

Those are your mother's keys.

"You seem to think I'm here because you put a few grunts into the hospital. You're mistaken." The alpha tilts his head as his eyes pierce into yours, searching, but for what, you don't know. "You aren't aware of what your brother's been up to, are you?"

"You'll have to be more specific; I have two." You huff, trying not to stare too obviously at the dolphin, trying desperately not to think of what it might mean of your mother's fate for this asshole to be holding those keys.

"Silas." The alpha says icily, speaking the name like a curse.

Warily, you shake your head, the clawed grip on your head barely allowing the movement. "No, I'm not aware of anything my brothers and parents are involved in."

"That's unfortunate... But I'm already aware of that. It's cute, honestly, did they think leaving you out of the loop would keep you safe and uninvolved?" He gives your hair a sharp tug, eliciting a hiss from the fuming alpha. "All it did was make you the perfect tool for revenge."

"What the fuck are you even talking about you piece of shi-" The leader slams your face into the ground, and although the floor is carpeted, it only buffers the brunt force so much. When the leader lifts your head back up, your nose is dripping blood.

"I'm talking now. Unless you want me to kill your sisters in front of you, you'll shut the fuck up and listen like a good little bitch."

A growl rumbles through you which is met with another face first kiss into the floor, but the alpha doesn't signal anything to the thugs holding your sisters.

"Listen well, as I won't repeat myself. Silas kidnapped my sister, and I can only assume he claimed her. That, or he killed her, but I doubt it. Your mother was helping him to keep them both hidden, and to her credit she refused to sell him out, no matter how much we hurt her." The spinning of the keys stops abruptly as the leader catches them in his palm before dangling them in front of you. "I guess she didn't stop to think about what that choice might mean for her other children, left so innocent and unaware at home, alone. Maybe she had a favorite?"

Your blood runs cold as you take in the intruder's words. You had never been particularly close with Silas, hell, none of your siblings were. He had always been very distant with his siblings, while the rest of you went on to be incredibly close with one another, leaving Silas as the odd one out. That wasn't to say you hadn't all at some point tried to get closer with him, he had simply always made it clear he had no interest. This was probably also fueled by the coddling you had all observed from your mother; Silas had always been her golden boy, incapable of wrongdoing.

"I had no idea... None of us did." You can only hope the sincerity is clear in your voice and face; you genuinely had no idea your brother had done such a thing or was even capable of doing such. If the kidnapping was fueled by anything other than the feud between your families... The thought made you sick.

The leader considers your words, his chilling gaze never wavering in the slightest from yours.

"I believe you. From what I gather, based on what we were able to discern from the phone we took from your mother, she and he were the only ones in on it."

Your relief is short lived when a cruel, mirthless smirk creeps over the leader's face. There's a sudden sting in the side of your neck, you barely have time to register the pinch of pain before darkness rushes into your vision from all sides.

"However... That doesn't alleviate you of the consequences."

A sudden splash of cold drags you unwillingly out of the darkness. You open your eyes, gasping, taking in the dirty, gray stone, the puddle surrounding you; you're no longer in your living room. You now find yourself somewhere dark and cemented on all sides, the cold dampness pervading the space the kind that only comes from being underground. The only illumination comes from a single bare bulb swinging on a frayed wire over your head, the light it casts only making the space feel more unnerving.

Looming over you, face cast eerily in the darkness clumping up around the edges of the bulb's dingy light, is the leader of the home invasion. His red eyes are black in the shadow, but still alight with something cruel and mocking. He has a bucket in his hand, empty save for the last few drops of water clinging to the lip, the rest of it covering you.

"Good morning, princess. Sleep well?"

It's just the two of you, alone. No guards, no thugs, no sign of your sisters. You process this information a split second before you register the weight clamped down around your arms and waist, metal rattling loudly through the small space when you try to lunge for him, only to be stopped short by a chain attached to the wall behind you. You twist your arms violently, feeling the bite of handcuffs digging into your wrists, chains pulling taught where they're wrapped around your waist. Your captor laughs at your efforts.

It's when you growl in response to the taunting laughter that you feel more metal on your face. A muzzle. You can't suppress the fury thrashing around in your chest like a wild animal, growing more and more violent the more humiliation is piled on. The abduction, the laughter, the restraints, the muzzle. You kick and pull and yank and spit and snarl, don't stop even when the metal bites and blood makes your skin slippery against the cuffs.

"Aww, throwing a tantrum now? Cute." The words are barely enough warning before you're shoved onto your back, arms grinding painfully between the restrains and the dirty floor.

Your captor straddles you, his weight keeping your body pressed flat to the ground while one hand settles into the curve of your throat and squeezes. His palm presses lightly into your airway at the same time that his thumb rubs slow, pensive circles in the dip between your neck and collar. You shiver apprehensively when it brushes over the scent gland in your neck.

"I already told you I don't know where your sister is. Fucking kill me already so you can get even, just don't hurt my sisters. They're not involved!"

"Second time you've asked me to kill you... you seem quite keen on it." He smirks. "Unfortunately, you're all involved by virtue of simply being a part of that family. I know none of you are stupid enough to be completely ignorant to your family's doings."

Another growl bubbles up in your throat, only to be choked into silence when your captor tightens his grip around your neck.

"You know, I've thought for a while now that the older you've gotten, the less happy you've looked. The worst time, was right after your high school graduation, it was like the last of your light had left your eyes." His smile softens into something pitying, bordering on sympathetic even, but all you feel is chills running up and down your spine. "You always used to be so carefree, and spirited, it was crushing to see you looking so worn down and sad. It took me a while to realize what was killing the happy you I love so much."

The hands around your neck loosen as the leader leans down, hips shifting against your crotch as he moves, completely unbothered by the water soaking into his pants. He brings his face to your ear, lips grazing against the shell of it.

"Don't you think trying so hard to posture around like a big tough alpha is exhausting? I know it is, I know intimately the sort of shit we go through to come out on top as the strongest, the worthiest... But that struggle never suited you, did it? You've always seemed too sweet for it to me, more like an omega than an alpha."

You can't help but take the opportunity to thrust your head forward and slam it into your captor's face, forcing him back into his upright position. Ignoring the stalker shit this guy was just babbling was difficult, but you decided to skip it for now since honestly you didn't really wanna hear the details...

"You've gotta be shitting me, I've sent hundreds of you losers to the hospital and the grave since I was a middle schooler. If you're seriously trying to compare me to an omega, then I know you're full of it and just trying to piss me off."

He raises an eyebrow, surprisingly not retaliating against the bonk to his head, not yet at least.

"So, what would you call the manicures you get monthly with your sister?"

"I call that self-care and spending time with my sister. Fighting off all your fuckin' grunts wears my hands out and I'm not fond of scars. I deserve a relaxing hand massage for the trouble of beating your thugs up every week."

"And the mall trips where you spend hundreds on clothes which you follow up with a trip to that quaint little bakery where you always get a strawberry cream cake? That doesn't strike you as omega-ish?"

"Go to hell. For one thing, it's insanely creepy that you know all that, and for another, you're stereotyping like a motherfucker. Alphas aren't all meatheads that do nothing but eat raw steak, jerk off and work out, and all omegas aren't valley preps that do nothing but shop and primp. People who think like you are what's wrong with society."

The leader's deep red eyes stare intensely into your face for an eerily long moment before the corners of his lips twitch. At first its imperceptible, and while he clearly fights to keep a straight face, he can't keep down the chuckles bubbling out of his throat for long. He throws his head back in a burst of full body laughter, the least cruel sound he's made since you met him. When he finally manages to calm himself, the leader beams down at you as he wipes a tear out of his eye.

"My god... You're so fucking cute. Do you even hear yourself? You're only proving my point. You're meant to be pampered and taken care of, sheltered and safe from petty street fights and laborious expectations of strength and intimidation. You look so much cuter and happier getting your nails done than you do working out and swaggering around trying to be impressive and domineering."

This conversation had already been creepy since it started, but this was starting to genuinely unnerve you. You try to lean your head further away from the alpha on top of you, but he grabs the front of your muzzle, dragging you closer.

"Don't run away now tough guy. I thought a big bad alpha like you wasn't scared. How's it feel to be the one on bottom? Feeling threatened by the idea of someone putting you in your place? Scared?" He drags his tongue across the thin bars of the muzzle, his breath ghosting over your lips.

"What do you want from me?" You finally manage to ask, despite the tightness in your throat. As much as you expect to dread the answer, you can't stand any more of the back and forth while you wait in suspense for torture, for death, for something. Something other than whatever it is about this whole exchange that is making this guy so rock hard. You're trying to ignore it but, you've been feeling the unmistakable prod of this weirdo's boner against your crotch for almost the whole time you've been speaking.

"Still waiting on me to kill you? Knowing how proud you are, I bet you'd prefer death over what I have planned for you." The freak on top of you chuckles, his voice lowering to a husk as he leans down and nuzzles his nose into the crook between your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. "You smell so sweet even now, for an alpha...~ You'll smell even better soon."

Before you can ask what the hell he's talking about, you feel a kitten lick against your neck that makes you freeze. It's light at first, but quickly turns into broad strokes of his tongue and open mouth kisses from shoulder to jaw, wet and insistent.

No way. Nowaynowaynowaynoway. Obviously, no one is incapable of being sexually assaulted but it rarely ever happened to alphas, they weren't exactly the cute, easy targets creeps normally went for. It had never even been a passing concern for you up until now.

"Hey! Are you fucking-gh...!" You choke on your words when a sharp sting pulses through your neck. A heartbeat later, a deep and agonizing burning sensation starts to spread through your veins, up into your head where the white-hot burn is so blaring that it clouds your vision with spots, and down into your chest where your heart starts pounding against your ribs like it's trying to claw its way out. You can only gasp soundlessly as pain like you've never experienced rips through you, tearing screams from your lungs that die before they can even leave your throat, coming out only as gasping whimpers. It's after you feel a second bite and the pain is redoubled that you finally manage to shriek out loud, a sound so visceral and so unlike any sound or scream you've ever made that it doesn't even sound like you.

When he bites into your scent gland for a third time, the pressure building behind your eyes from the pain and the lightheadedness of screaming without pause for breath snaps. You can feel yourself losing consciousness again, and this time you couldn't be more grateful for it.

Your return to the waking world is much slower this time. Whereas before you were yanked out of the darkness with a splash of cold water, this time you find yourself wading through it, a lake of sludge thicker than cold syrup, and it was just as sticky and unpleasant as you imagine such a thing would be. Despite what feels like physical pounds of exhaustion weighing them down, you manage to drag your eyes open.

You feel cold and damp all over, a fresh drop of sweat rolling down your neck. A full body ache that sinks deep into your bones covers you; you feel like you're made of glass, fragile, weak and sore.

A strip of dim, greyed light is shining on the ceiling over your head; its all you can focus on as your awareness swims to the surface and clambers out of the heavy lake still trying to drag it down. You shift and lift one of your arms out from under the thick blanket covering you and notice gauze wrapped around your wrist. A small, delicate gasp to your side makes you turn your head. Nina is sitting in a chair by your bedside, clutching your other hand tightly between hers.

"You're awake! Y-You were sleeping so long I thought you'd never..." She sniffles, holding your hand to her cheek as hot tears drip onto your wrist. You slowly turn your hand to press your palm against her cheek, smiling softly.

"It's okay Nina, I'm alive, it's alright." Your voice is barely more than a croak, scratching painfully out of your throat. Nina grabs a cup of water from a bedside table and gently helps you take a few sips. When you've managed to drain the whole cup, you lay back in the bed with a wearied sigh.

"What happened? I thought for sure I was dying, I..." You trail off, thinking back to the odd conversation you'd had with the alpha who had led your home's invasion. Your head is pounding, and you feel so weak, like you're just waking up from the worst part of a flu, still feeling traces of a fever in the heat trapped in your blankets and the sweat clinging to your skin. A growl from the window pulls your attention away from your condition.

"That motherfucker... He did something to you." Esme is leaning against the frame of the large window casting the gray light over the ceiling a few feet away from where you and Nina are sitting, a cigarette crushed in half in her hand. You can't help but be faintly alarmed at the sight of it; Nina had expressly forbidden Esme from smoking, and she hadn't been caught with a cigarette in over a year. To see her with one in front of Nina, and for Nina to not be making any fuss over it, means something is seriously wrong. A distant rumble punctuates the tense silence that falls over you all, and you notice that the slim strip of sky visible through the partially parted curtains over the window is blotted out with storm gray.

"Did what to me?" You press. Your sisters exchange a look that is far too loaded to discern anything from other than Nina's palpable concern and Esme's frustration. You quickly get tired of waiting for one of them to tell you what is going on.

"Will one of you please tell me what is making you both look at me like I've caught some kind of fatal disease?" You huff, anxiety bleeding into your words. Nina glances one more time to Esme, who adamantly refuses to look away from the window as she throws down her ruined cigarette and retrieves a new one.

"You... Er, well you were... claimed. By Emil." Nina says quietly, staring down at her hands in her lap rather than you.

You stare at her blankly. What she's saying makes sense objectively, but you can't make sense of what it could have to do with you. Claiming was something exclusively done between alphas and omegas. You almost want to laugh and call it absurd, when you remember the sharp, burning pain of something piercing your neck. You shiver as you recall that the pain had been sourced in the same area as your scent gland. Your hand slowly, shakily, reaches up to press two probing fingers to your neck. Pain pulses faintly through you again when the tips of your fingers find gauze wrapped around it.

The weakness pervading your entire body, the nervousness underlying all of the other emotions swirling in your gut, the foreign sensation settled in your lower abdomen... Somehow, you know instinctively what it all means before your sister even says it.

"He bitched you. You're an omega now." Esme's voice has dropped to a low, hard to hear octave. You almost want to believe you imagined what you just heard, but you know deep down that what she says is true. The despair must show on your face, as Nina grabs your hand again, squeezing it tightly between both of hers.

"I-It'll be okay...! Emil is actually very nice, and he's genuinely-" She's cut off by the sharp slam of Esme's fist against the wall.

"Bullshit! Don't even start Nina. He bitched you and he expects you to roll over and be happy about it, but I say fuck that!" She snarls, her new cigarette meeting the same fate as its predecessor as she crushes it in her fist and throws it to the ground. "He's gone on and on at us trying to prove that this is all somehow what's best for you, but he just sounds deranged! He's a sick, obsessive freak, and he wants you to-!"

The sound of a door opening stops her short, and all three siblings jerk around to look at the newcomer entering through the door on the far side of the room from the bed. A woman in scrub pants and a sweater glowers down at all three siblings, looking supremely exhausted.

"You two, you were told you would only be allowed in if you didn't cause trouble. Are you distressing the patient right after they wake up?" She asks in a cold, droning voice.

Nina and Esme exchange defeated, worried glances before Nina speaks up.

"N-No ma'am, we weren't trying to be disruptive we were just-"

"Overwhelming someone coming out of a physically taxing ordeal that left them comatose for almost two weeks." She interjects dryly. "Come on, visitation's over, both of you out."

You expect your sisters to argue, to tell her off for expecting them to leave you alone and insist on staying with you, but to your shock your sisters resignedly stand up and head for the door. Once they've both shuffled out, the nurse (?) shuts the door behind them and trudges over to you. You flinch away from her touch, but she grabs you in firm but gentle hands, holding you still as she looks you over.

"I expected you to stay out for a few more days, but you're one tough little cookie. How are you feeling?"

Bewildered but too shell shocked to question, you answer the questions she asks you as she goes about taking your temperature and blood pressure. One impromptu physical later, she steps away from your bed with a satisfied nod.

"Alright, it looks like your recovery is progressing better than expected. You'll probably be up and about like nothing happened within a few days." You listen to her ramble about your condition before you can bring yourself to ask.

"What happened to me? Is... Is what my sister said true? Am I an omega?"

The nurse goes silent. The pitying look she gives you is all the confirmation you need.

"You should go back to sleep for now. Your body probably still feels very weak. Food will be brought to you shortly but try not to stress yourself out in the meantime." It's all she says before she hurries to the door, shutting your questions down with a firm slam. You scramble to your feet, swaying violently as soon as you try to stand. You power through it, holding down a lurching sensation akin to being on the verge of throwing up as you stagger to the door and wrench at the knob. Locked.

Fear and worry overtake you as you start slamming your hands and body into the door, though what you're trying to accomplish, not even you know. You're too weak to even stand, let alone break down a door, and before long, cold rushes into your limbs and you find yourself sliding down onto the floor, trembling and barely keeping down the bile crawling up your throat. You curl up into a ball and close your eyes.

When you awake for the third time, you don't feel nearly as ill. The ache in your limbs is still there, a mild constant, but it doesn't feel as debilitating as it did before. As you are in the middle of waking, you feel a cool hand brushing through your hair, and smell a sweet scent around you that puts you at ease. You can't help but lean your face into the hand petting you as your eyes slowly open. Snuggled against you, both arms wrapped securely around you... is that fucking freak.

You jerk away from the home invasion leader's hand, pulling him out of what looks like a deep reverie as you scramble to the side of the bed farthest from him. He smiles at you in amusement as he sits up, leaning his cheek against a fist propped on his knee.

"Good morning, princess. How are you feeling?"

You rub your hand over your neck, now free of gauze, feeling the bite marks in your skin in hyper-detail.

"You fucking... y-you, what did you do...?!" You demand, your voice a slightly higher pitch than you recall it being and shaking.

He chuckles like this was exactly what he was expecting, looking at you with a coy condescension that makes your skin crawl.

"I helped you; the first step to setting up our beautiful romance was making you an omega so I could care for you without any power struggles getting in the way. I'm not saying I look down on alphas having relationships with other alphas, but it just wasn't for me." His grin broadens as he crawls closer to you, closing the distance you'd put between you. You try to back up further, but he corners you against the headboard, arms caging you in on either side. He leans his head down, you shrink into yourself as he does but its not far enough, and his cheek brushes yours as he licks up the side of your neck. When his tongue glides over the bites on your neck, a shudder runs through you unbidden. A sudden rush of wetness between your legs shocks you to a frozen standstill. The freak looming over you takes a deep inhale, shuddering in ecstasy.

"I was right... You smell so much sweeter like this!" He presses against you, one knee parting your legs as one of his hands rubs the burning heat between your thighs. You reach to grab his wrist and pull it away, but his free hand catches yours and holds it down. The uncomfortable wetness gets worse as a heat purrs through your core, goaded by his touching.

You feel a foreign sensation crawling through your brain, sickeningly warm and disorienting. It urges you to pull your hands away, spread yourself open willingly before the alpha in front of you. It promises bliss in submission, ecstasy in relinquishing control to someone bigger and stronger than you, someone who could protect and ravish you-

A jolt runs through you as your captor's hand drifts up to dip underneath the waistband of your pants, his face lifting up from your neck to direct his affections to your lips. His attempt to take a kiss is stopped short violently by a fist slamming into his nose. He falls backwards off the side of the bed with an undignified yelp, curling up on the floor for an agonizing moment to hold his face as blood rushes between his fingers.

"W-What the hell... Aren't you...?"

"GO TO HELL YOU UGLY FREAK!!!" The panic you feel is pushed down, rage swallowing it entirely. The alpha on the floor quickly backs up as you get to your feet, fists clenched and shaking in fury.

"But I claimed you...! You can't-"

"I don't give a shit what you did! Did you seriously think I'd tolerate you touching me?! Get the hell OUT!!!!!" You scream loud enough to make your voice hoarse in your already aching throat, grabbing anything you can to hurl at him. Pillows and plastic cups chase him out as he scrambles back to the door, muttering a promise to visit again once you're in a better mood. A pillow smacks into the door with alarming force in the spot where his head had been just a split second earlier. As for the idea of you ever being in any mood that would make you tolerate being in his presence...

Fat chance of that.

[cokicito]

Tw: suggestive content

Sebaciel is one of those couples that have an insane amount of sexual tension but don't actually have a lot of sex. They turn the most banal things into a sultry little game. Ciel would ask Sebastian to sit in front of him while he eats the oysters, and even though nothing is actually happening, they both get horny as hell. The eye contact, the way Ciel pokes his tongue out, the slow, deliberate swallow, a tiny, barely audible little moan at the taste- Sebastian is barely hanging on by a thread. They're so depraved that Ciel orders Sebastian to tack up a horse, but then has to take five because he cannot handle Bare Forearms.

[nshtn]

it's viper virus' "tarnished wesker", where he survives the events of RE5 and floats in the ocean for years, unconscious, until washing up on a beach, dilapidated, confused, weak, hungry, and wounded. "you" find him. in this image "you" have given him a baff and dressed his wounds and because his ego is starved for attention your compliments are actually acceptable.

[burgercheese1812]

My sibling pulled out my old 14 year old iPod that I hadn’t touched for 5-6 years bc it glitched last time I used it and is disabled for ~45 years.

He obviously didn’t believe me.

Oh how WRONG he was.

[digitaldulc]

i touch myself while listening to phoebe bridgers while scrolling on tumblr

[skyward-floored]

Turning point

Swamp Link & the cult again. We’re getting to the real exciting stuff...

Putting a tw on this one for some non-consensual touching— you all know I have lines I don’t cross so it’s nothing extreme, but it does occur.

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Link was really hungry.

It was the next afternoon, his third day of imprisonment, and more than a whole day since he’d been given his punishment. Already he felt shaky from the lack of food— his stomach wasn’t even growling much anymore since it had been so long since he’d eaten a real meal, just an occasional hunger pang running through it.

Link had half-heartedly attempted some escapes, but he hadn’t gotten very far with any. Eventually he’d given up for the time being, and spent most of the day either kicking uselessly at the window or door, or flopped miserably on his pile of pillows. He’d even ignored Linkle when she came to give him water that morning. He didn’t want water.

He wanted food.

He groaned, pressing his face into a pillow. It felt like there was a pit in his stomach, gnawing at him relentlessly. His head was fuzzy and his hands shook, and Link couldn’t even try and see if the one plant in the corner of his room was edible or not because of the horrible cloth over his mouth.

He pulled irritably at it again, frustrated when it didn’t budge. He’d tried everything he could think of to get it off, but nothing had worked, and the more time that went on the more uncomfortable it got. Between that, the hunger, and the oppressive sense of helplessness that was starting to fall over him, he had to admit he was feeling pretty bleak.

At least Linkle was the one who gave him water. She still annoyed him, but she didn’t laugh at him when he struggled with it, and even though she went along with his punishment, she’d seemed a little more sympathetic ever since the cloth had been put over his mouth.

Maybe that was just because he couldn’t talk back.

The door rattled, and Link tiredly stood up, barely thinking about it. Probably more water. It was early for it, but he wouldn’t complain. He couldn’t complain. And since he’d only drank enough to make Linkle leave that morning, he was feeling pretty parched.

The door swung open, and a tall woman came in with a basket, her gaze immediately zeroing in on him. Link lifted his head, then tilted it in question, not recognizing her. She didn’t have any water with her, and he didn’t just get random visitors.

She closed the door behind her and set down her basket, then stared at him, her gaze awed. “It’s amazing to see you, Hero... ever since the ceremony I’ve wanted a closer look, but barely anyone’s been allowed up here. But I told the guards I had more clothes for you. That made good cover.”

Cover? Link thought, and squinted at her. She smiled.

“You’re every bit the texts said you’d be,” she said, stepping closer. “Sunshine hair and bright eyes. I thought they’d be bluer, but these aren’t bad. You’re quite striking.”

Her smile grew, and a sudden sharp unease rose in Link’s chest. He didn’t like the look in her eyes.

He stepped back, but the woman only took another step forward.

“I wonder...” she said as she advanced, her pale eyes fixed on him. “...Are you really as courageous as the texts say? I hope so.”

That same smile was fixed on her face, and Link began looking around for a weapon, still backing away. But there was nothing within reach, and they’d taken everything he might’ve been able to use out of here. He couldn’t even shout for help.

“I can’t wait for the next ceremony. It’ll be such a blessing,” she said mildly, and Link swallowed as his back hit the wall. The woman kept coming closer. “In the meantime... I’m sure you’re pretty lonely, locked away in here all by yourself. You know I didn’t exactly tell you why I came up here, truth be told.”

Link made the only sound he could through the cloth, growling as she kept moving closer, his heart thudding in his chest. She’d gotten him in the corner where he didn’t have room to run, and Link felt frozen as she blocked him in. Her face was only inches from his own suddenly, and despite how he knew he should do something, Link couldn’t make himself move as she grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the wall.

“You’re a smart boy, you figure it out,” she whispered, then smashed her lips to his despite the cloth on his mouth.

Link recoiled, the action partially snapping him out of his frozen state, and tried to push her away. But her grip was so tight on his wrists it hurt, and she was so close to him he couldn’t use his legs to kick out at all. Not to mention how weak he was from the lack of food, it made fighting difficult.

The woman pressed herself closer to him, and panic went over Link as her hair brushed his chest.

He pretended to go limp, then abruptly twisted around, managing to free one of his hands and push her back with it. She growled in frustration and grabbed his face again, but then Link heard a shout.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

The woman who’d been about to kiss him again froze, and to Link’s great relief, Linkle came rushing inside with the guards at her heels, her face furious.

“Get away from him Felene, you defile yourself,” she snapped, and shoved her back. “I should report you to Mistress for daring to touch him in such a way!”

“But Linkle, he’s so handsome,” Felene said, and Link couldn’t help but flinch back from the hungry gaze she flicked towards him. “I still haven’t been Matched, and he’s better then any of the consorts I’ve looked at! I have needs you know.”

“He’s the Hero!”

“But someone has to have him, it might as well be me,” Felene whined.

“Oh yeah? Well bring it up with Mistress then,” Linkle snapped. “Get out. You’re not allowed in here.”

“But I was just delivering some—”

“Out!”

The woman pouted, but finally did as Linkle said, slinking away as the guards escorted her out and closed the door behind them.

Linkle glared after her, ears red, then looked at Link, her anger turning to what looked like actual concern on her face. “Are you okay?”

Link could only give a weak shrug, and sank down to the floor, his legs suddenly shaking too hard to hold him up. He held his wrists close to his chest, and tried to steady his frantic breathing, heart pounding. He felt like he couldn’t get in enough air.

Linkle breathed out, and rubbed her forehead.

“You should drink something,” she said quietly, then knelt down next to him, letting him see her hands as she raised them. Link didn’t flinch away still despite the lingering fear, knowing Linkle wouldn’t hurt him. She may have been annoying, but she’d never done anything...

Link violently shivered.

He’d assumed Linkle would do what she always did when she gave him water, but to his surprise, he felt her fingers messing with the clasp behind his head. He heard a click, and then the cloth fell off from over his mouth, allowing him to take a deep breath for the first time in what felt like forever.

He took in several, and wiped his hand over his mouth like it would banish the feeling of foreign lips against his. Even though they’d been separated by fabric, he could still feel them.

“Thank you,” he rasped quietly, and Linkle nodded as she handed him a cup.

“She had no right to do that to you,” Linkle muttered, and sat beside him as he drank.

Things stayed quiet between them, Link’s hand shaking as he drank from the cup. The whole time he’d been here he’d felt powerless against what these people had been trying to do and done to him, but that...

Link exhaled, cup empty, and closed his eyes.

That had been terrifying.

“She really didn’t... hurt you, right?” Linkle asked after a bit, and Link shook his head.

”Nothing bad. She was only in here for a minute,” he rasped, then cleared his throat. “Ugh. I hate that cloth.”

Linkle looked away from him. “...It does seem a little extreme.”

Link exhaled a little more shakily this time.

“I just want to go home,” he admitted in a whisper.

He wanted to be free to go wherever he wanted again. He wanted to see his family, and make sure they were all okay, and curl up in his mom’s arms. And most of all he wanted to get out of here and away from these terrible people and go back to saving Zelda.

“I’m sorry,” Linkle said quietly, and didn’t add on any empty platitudes about how ‘this was actually better’ for once. Which Link appreciated. “What... what’s your home like?”

Link looked at the ceiling, hesitating a moment.

Then he told her.

He hadn’t planned to explain much, but once he started talking he didn’t want to stop. He told Linkle the story about being found by his mother, and then being raised by the Zora. About growing up in the swamp, and what it was like, learning to swim practically before he could walk, and about his siblings and parents and village.

Linkle listened quietly for once, not interjecting with any snippy comments. Link actually felt himself calm down the longer he spoke about his family, the terror of being cornered and touched fading from his mind. Just being able to talk felt amazing, and he hoped Linkle wouldn’t put the cloth back over his mouth.

He really hated that thing.

...He hated this place.

Link began to explain about the day Zelda came to the swamp and his journey afterwards, and Linkle listened in rapt attention as he told her about the castle, and the temples he’d gone through, and finally, about Ganon being freed.

“...and then I ended up here,” Link finally finished, throat sore. “I’m trying to save my home. And my friend. And me being here is getting in the way of that.” He looked over at where she was sitting. “Now do you understand why I don’t want to be here? Why I keep running?”

Linkle slowly nodded, the long edges of her dress pooling over her feet. “I think I do.”

A glimmer of hope rose in Link’s chest, but then a knock at the door startled them both. Linkle quickly stood, smoothing out her dress as one of the guards entered the room, and Link noticed she situated herself so the guard couldn’t see his uncovered mouth.

“Linkle, Mistress wants to speak with you,” she said, and Linkle nodded.

“Very well,” she sighed. “I’ll be there in just a moment.”

The guard nodded, closing the door again, and Linkle looked down at Link, worry still on her face.

“I... will you be all right?”

Link gave her a weak smile. “Yeah. Be careful. Your boss is scary.”

Link saw her hide a smile at that, and she turned, walking towards the door. She was halfway there when she paused, and her face twisted with a brief emotion, and then she suddenly turned and came back over to him, her expression suddenly fearful.

“Don’t tell anyone,” she said in a whisper, then pressed something into his hand.

Then she put the cloth back over his face, and left.

Link blinked, a bit thrown at her abruptness, and looked down at his palm. There was a pear in his hands, one of the purplish-red kinds, and his breath caught at the sight of it. Why would she give him food and then put the cloth back over his face? She knew he couldn’t eat it like this, that was just... cruel.

Anger rose in him, and Link wound his arm back to throw the useless fruit at the wall, when the cloth at his mouth shifted.

Link froze, then felt at it, realizing suddenly that Linkle hadn’t fastened the cloth with the magical clasp. She’d just loosely tied it.

He could take it off.

Link practically threw it off again, relieved beyond belief, and then devoured the pear in his hands. His stomach protested, and Link forced himself to slow, but he still ate quickly, afraid of someone coming in and seeing him. He wasn’t supposed to get food until sometime tomorrow.

Yet Linkle had given him some now.

...Why?

Link licked his fingers of every drop of juice as he finished, then wiped them off, leaning back against the wall. His shoulders slumped as the events of the afternoon hit him again, and he pulled his knees up to his chest, running a trembling hand through his hair.

He was okay.

He was... okay.

Link breathed in, then out, trying to stay calm by thinking about the puzzle of Linkle. He just didn’t know about her. He felt like he couldn’t quite figure her out, and yet... she’d gone against her leader’s orders. For him.

Maybe she was finally having a change of heart?

Link sighed, rubbing his face. He didn’t know. All he did know was that he had to get out of here as soon as possible.

And it looked like Linkle might be his only chance.

...

Out in the hallway, Linkle clenched her hands into fists as they shook with the weight of her disobedience.

[cupcakeslushie]

I know we don't know the exact extent of Kendra's abuse but i think you've implied that when she shows Donnie physical affection it isn't always innocent, like gently holding his face, that it goes a bit deeper and darker than that. And if April is the one Donnie latches onto in the aftermath would there ever be a moment where Donnie misinterprets a touch from April and she finds out that Kendra's abuse had an extra layer of fucked up? How would she respond to finding that out? Or would none of them ever find out the severity of Kendra's abuse

@finnbin yes! I see Donnie starts with having nose bleeds (those are always fun!), slurred speech, blurry vision, and once it gets to the worst, seizures. These are caused by a mix of his long time spent staring at the screen Kendra forced over his eyes, and pushing his ninpo past it limits. He keeps trying to draw power when that link to his family has been severed. And he even keeps it up once his family rescues him. The first time Donnie has a seizure is with his family and it scares the absolute shit out of them.

⚠️ Nothing super explicit, but I do discuss Kendra committing some pretty heavy ableism and icky non-con touching below. Click at your own risk to see!

Kendra does force Donnie to work and talk through his meltdowns, and even pushes him into being physical with her when he doesn’t want to. He’s conflicted, because the praise makes him happy, even the short touches are fine, but then the kissing starts—Kendra saying she’s just curious. Donnie doesn’t really care for it, but Kendra likes it enough to keep pushing that line. Donnie keeps his discomfort to himself.

When Donnie does get rescued, and April tells him he doesn’t have to keep making her things. Donnie’s heart stops. Because if not stuff, then does April want the same thing Kendra wanted? Should he just wait it out? But one day, there’s a moment where April can’t hide her exhaustion and frustration with everything. She starts to tear up, and Donnie just reacts and moves. April freezes, and asks Donnie why he would do something like that? Donnie is practically shaking apart. April starts crying even harder, and the brothers run in. Donnie tries to quickly stammer out an explanation. It clicks for the two eldest, Leo tells Mikey to get out butt it’s too late. The whole family knows.

[artmolonara]

Blood Trail - A Lumpy Where's Waldo Vamp Fic Commission- Part 1 of 3

Who's ready for some vampire goodness!

I was commissioned by @whenthedeeppurplefalls to write this via my Ko-Fi, link will be at the end of the fic.

***Warning: Contains violence, blood, injury, and suggestive themes. I hope you all enjoy!***

It was a cult.

The evidence couldn't be leading to anything else.

A string of disappearances had been cropping up around the area for months, all various people from different backgrounds, seemingly with no pattern. Or at least, not at first.

The Detective had done a deep dive into these individuals' behavior before they had vanished, and noticed a common, and unfortunately, recognizable trend.

All had been either loners or struggling in one way or another, with clear desire to try to find connection, community and/or stability. There was then references, either in date planners or calendars, to meeting up with someone, either one or multiple persons. These get-togethers would increase in frequency, accompanied with less and less communication with people they were already close to, until they had shut themselves off completely.

Then, there was the purchase.

It was always the same thing. Evidence of buying a red and white beanie, a striped sweater and pair of socks of the same color pattern, and, if they didn't already own them, a pair of clunky brown shoes, along with either a pair of denim pants or a denim skirt.

Soon after, the individual would leave their residence, always on foot, and never be seen again.

Around the same time, there would also be random murders. These had been happening periodically, in which the victims were drained of blood. Originally, these had been treated as a separate case, but as certain instances began to intersect with the cult's trail, it was soon hypothesized that perhaps these were ritualistic killings preformed by the cult's members, perhaps during time of initiation.

All of this held the hallmarks of textbook indoctrination, akin to some of the worst cults on historical record. The fact that they hadn't found a base for them yet was quite troubling, and suggested that they were either nomadic or akin to a secret society, much harder to trace. Thankfully, now that they knew the pattern, they could begin to predict the cult's activity and where they would strike next... if only they had found the connections sooner.

The Detective steeled themselves a moment, looking away from the files to keep their mind on track. It was with great misfortune that this case was personal to them. Their own wife, Wenda, was definitely a victim of the cult. The Detective didn't know the signs back then, had only thought she was hanging out with some new girlfriends. The disappearance and murder cases had kept them preoccupied at the office, so they hadn't noticed any change. Then there was that fateful night when they had last seen her, dressed in the outfit that would be forever burned into their mind.

They had said goodnight to her, to which Wenda had only waved and said "Hello!" before vanishing off into the night.

The next day, she wouldn't come home...

Eyes flicked up to the one photo on the evidence board that was turned around, but they could still see it. The thought that she might have been coerced into doing something like this...

A sigh left them as they centered themself. They would find the bastards that did this, and make them pay. They would bring Wenda home but only as long as they kept a clear head.

And they would need it, as tonight, they had found a lead.

Now that their department knew what to look for, all it took was monitoring clothing purchases within the area, and it wasn't long before someone made a move. The individual was young, and thankfully, very frequent on social media. They had made a post detailing their excitement, "Meeting up tonight, PARTY!!!," with a selfie showing enough details behind them for the team to find out exactly where they had taken the picture. It was a nondescript bowling alley and arcade fun complex in town, though, according to the establishment's website, it had been recently repurposed to hold a club and dance floor as well. Tonight, there had been a booking of the main party room that lasted from sunset to sunrise. There was no doubt that this was the cult's doing. They would be there.

Or at least, the Detective had no doubt. The rest of the precinct didn't think there was enough concrete evidence to stage a full on raid and take down. So, for this mission, a recon would be conducted first. Once cult activity was seen actively taking place on the premises, then they would be allowed to make arrests.

The Detective would be tagging along as an additional set of eyes and potential backup for the officers in charge. They were allowed a radio for communication, and a revolver in case of trouble. The Detective was hesitant about the weapon, having always wanted to do things passively and without any casualties, but seeing as this cult had potentially committed murder, they knew it would be foolish not to bring it.

Up to this point, the Detective had not taken a human life in the line of duty, nor did they want to. But what frightened them wasn't the aspect that there was the possibility they'd need to defend themself lethally. It was that lingering little spark of vengeance that had begun to blossom after Wenda's abduction, a dark little thought that kept cropping up, of finding the ones who did this, and putting a bullet square between their eyes.

With much conflict, the Detective pushed it down, mastering their thoughts. They couldn't lose their soul to this. The guilty party had to come to justice the proper way. For Wenda...

...For her...

...

All was sound and color, vibration and disorientation. Black-light and glow sticks illuminated the revelers in shades of neon . The Detective watched on, scanning the crowd for a familiar face but not finding her.

The throb of the music was almost painful in their ears as they walked the edge of the dance hall's balcony, avoiding the boom boxes that blasted out a techno rhythm. They had wished they brought ear plugs.

It had been an easy infiltration. There wasn't much security about the club, and entry wasn't being limited to the assumed cult members. It seemed like just a normal Friday night, only with a lot of people wearing the same outfit, the stripes of red and white. All it took was some civilian clothes and they entered without suspicion.

So far, there didn't seem to be anything suspicious going on, besides the usual chicanery that occurred in seedy night clubs like this. Dancing that was starting to turn into something else, potential drug use among patrons, the list went on. Someone was definitely getting arrested by the end of tonight.

But for now, the task at hand.

The Detective, after getting out of sight, radioed in to ask if those on the upper floors still had sights on the target. After a moment, the radio crackled back with confirmation that the individual was still on the dance floor, apparently in the center of the crowd.

The layout of the building was a rather odd one. There was at least two floors above ground that held the bowling alley and the arcade. The main dance area was in a large spacious room, with each floor overlooking it. An balcony opening in the center viewed a sub-basement floor below, giving a good view where the main dance floor and DJ sound system was. It allowed the small team a good vantage point, but more space to cover. The Detective wondered what this huge area was originally supposed to be, perhaps a section of an old, incomplete mall or some kind a roller or skating rink? They would definitely need to find out more information about it later.

Just then, the music quieted a moment, as the DJ's voice came over the speakers.

"OK, my Watchers, how are you all doing tonight?!"

A rancorous cheer erupted from all around. It was about to go down. The Detective began making their way back to the balcony to get a better view. The crowd was unfortunately trying to do the same thing.

"Are you ready to really get this party started?!"

Someone screamed in the Detective's ear, making them wince, but still they kept on nudging their way through the crowd to see what lay below.

"Then put you hands together, for the main event!!!"

The music took on a strange form, it was rave style but somehow also like that of a circus show, rising in a crescendo for a big reveal as everyone began to clap to the beat.

And as the Detective reached the edge, ears ringing as they looked down into to the spiraling swarm, they beheld the storm's eye, out of which towered the one, dressed as all the others, but clearly apart from them. Ringleader was a fitting term, as all eyes were on him, all hands outstretched but not touching. His own arms, like an orchestra conductor, open as if to say, "Look at me in awe". And they were, all of them. Including the target, who knelt before him.

Slowly, he turned, illuminated in the strobe, stripes turning from white and bloody to bright red and purple as the black-light flashed, till finally, at profile, the Detective saw his face.

And he saw their's.

It was as if he knew he was being watched, glasses flashing as he looked up at them. Everything seemed to stop a moment.

The man reached up to tilt his glasses down, and peak over them.

They saw his eyes...

There was suddenly a flash of poppy and lavender fields.

The detective's vision swum, they rubbed their eyes to clear it. A migraine? What was...

They looked again into the pit and immediately froze.

It was Wenda.

Wenda!

In the center of everyone, smiling everyone, looking everyone, but that didn't matter. She was there, they had found her at last!

They called her name over the din, but it was lost in electronic fog.

She reached out to them, and without thinking, they reached back.

Closer, closer, they had to reach her!

And suddenly, there was a shock of losing balance and the reality that there was an entire floor between them, but it was too late to fight gravity as they fell over the banister.

A moment of rush, and then they landed.

The landing was jarring, painful, but not as much as it could have been. Some dancers had broken the fall, apparently, and a few choice words were shouted at them as the Detective scrambled to get up off the floor, a difficult task as the dancing about them resumed as if nothing had happened. Through the forest of rapidly moving legs, a hand extended out to take.

Without thinking, wanting to escape the sea of bodies closing in around them, they took it and were hoisted to their feet.

"Are you ok?" the voice somehow cut through the noise, "That looked like a nasty tumble."

Their vision traveled from the stranger's shoes, up and up, almost craning their neck to the face that loomed above them, tall and haloed by the lights. He was smiling, and for some reason, it sent a chill through the Detective.

Their mind was still reeling from the fall, why did they fall? It was hard to think with all the noise.

Two hands covered their ears, muffling. The man leaned in closer, eyes shining through lenses with a luminance that mimicked the glow sticks being tossed in the air.

"Is that better?" The voice was in their head. This wasn't right.

What was going on?!

The Detective took a sudden sobering step back, the sound coming back like a slap to the face, and with it the knowledge of eyes on them. Every person around them was giving the pair space, staring and sneering with such villainous intent towards the Detective, a circled wall of mock copies of the towering man. This man, this was definitely the head of the snake, the cult leader.

This was not good. They had to get out of here, had to get backup... but wait...

The question left them, an instant regret.

"Where is Wenda?"

The music suddenly changed, and with it a laugh began to grow between their ears, blooming like a tumor in their head. Red and green laser lines cut through fog pouring from above, beams flaring like wings behind the silhouetted form before them. The laugh grew to the crowd around them, all in unison.

A thin hand raised, snapped, and they all grew quiet in an instant, as did the music; a show of power that made the Detective freeze, then slowly reach for their weapon on reflex. But it was soon forgotten.

Again, the man reached up to his glasses and pulled them down, so his eyes were not obstructed.

His eyes...

Kaleidoscope of cherry and grape overtook the Detective's mind.

"Would you like to dance?"

...Yes... yes they would, of course, the music, it was flowing through them, and now moving them, puppeteering them. How could they say no?

They began to jive, cutting the rug, really getting down on it, all that jazz.

There was a tickle of approval in their head. "You're such a good dancer," he said. "Show us what you can do."

Weren't they already? But no, he was right, they could do better, something more to the theme of the music. Something she would like.

A chuckle reverberated in their skull. "Our police department's finest everyone!" came the voice again, addressed to people they could no longer see. Yes, they were the best. Best of the best, and they would show it!

If there was laughter, jeering, mockery at the display, it was lost to them. Who cares, this was between only the Detective and the figure before them. Them and their partner.

But of course, they both needed to dance.

She had been so beautiful when they met her, and when they went out dancing, she was such a tough act to follow. But so worth it. And over time, they learned the steps that would match her rhythm, and then, together, they would dominate the dance floor. The way they moved against each other, perfectly aligned, all getting more and more intimate with each change of the track. But they couldn't ever get the courage to really do what they wanted with her, not with everyone watching.

...No, not again, they wouldn't be embarrassed! She was worth it, they wouldn't back down again!

The Detective took the hands in their's, leading the dance. A pull in, a spin out, and finally, a dip back, with a suave sensuality that was their passion for her. Leaning in, they kissed those soft, soft lips, doing what they wish they had done a long time ago.

"...if only you had..."

They pulled away, seeing a different face then they expected. But for some reason, it didn't bother them.

The expression was surprised, but the eyes were somehow... sad.

A chorus of childlike Ooos and wolf whistles chimed from outside, accompanied by mutterings of confusion and concern, like someone had just touched a precious painting. It was ignored. Eyes kept each other, searching, seeing something familiar, as breaths were shared.

A tongue swiped over pale lips, tasting where the Detective had been, and with a shuddering gasp of revelation, the gaze turned hungry with need.

Like a ripple in a pond, the ravenous feeling traveled to the onlookers, who sniffed and tasted the air, inching closer with a blind desire to take. A hand gripped the Detective's shirt, pulling them away, but it was soon replaced with a bony one, that griped them flush to the form they were already with, should be with. A hiss of steam projected from the voice above, and all shrank away like scolded pets.

The message was clear. "Mine."

It was all haze to the Detective now, who could only pay attention to the soft sweater against their cheek, nuzzling against it.

The sweater began to move, and they followed, chasing after that bliss of memory, hand in icy hand, through the resuming music to a quieter spot in the calling dark.

...

It was cliche, making out on the fringes of a night club. They had done it once or twice with her before. A chance to get to know each other, explore, the feel of the heartbeat in her chest matching the music drumming though the walls.

A nagging thought, that there was no heartbeat now, was a minor faucet drip in the back of their mind.

Hands traveled about them as sharp teeth nibbled their lip, sparking distracts that accompanied the color swirls behind their eyes.

"Let's see what you have, shall we?" purred the voice in their ear as hands fumbled around in their pockets, earning a stupid grin and nod from the Detective. Of course, no objections here.

There was a crackle of something. A radio. The drip rate increased, but was quieted by the soft laugh that blew through their head like a relaxing breeze.

"No need for this. wouldn't do you much good anyway." They nodded. He was right, of course he was right. No one was more right than him. They found themselves pressing their lips back against the piecing, snickering teeth.

The kisses turned raw, and the hands now groped with growing speed of impatience under a rumbling thunderous growl. The mouth on their's turned rough and sucking.

A weight was lightened from their side, and the cool form retreated slightly, to see what it had retrieved. They followed, not wanting to be so apart.

Something silver reflected in the glasses. "You came to play, I see." The smile became a mischievous grin. "Silly, the roulette table is upstairs." Those eyes captured the Detective's again, looking them over, and then something changed in the expression, a familiar questioning look.

"...I thought you hated this thing..."

The Detective looked over at the gun, then back at Wenda. She knew them well. They never wanted to hurt anyone, but if anyone ever hurt her...

The gaze softened with understanding.

"No one can hurt me, not anymore."

And they believed her. She was right, no need for it. Bullets were unloaded, one, two, three, four, five, scattering across patterned floors, followed by the clunk of heavy iron. And then they were back together.

Icy breath ghosted their ear, "I'm so glad you came. I've been waiting for you for so long."

The churning rainbow within pulled their head to the side, following the cue of a silent command.

"Now to know... what you taste like."

A pinch, a blissful swirl of painted hues, a lean into the hand that petted through their hair. It was all so wonderful, they let their vision gaze into the foggy distance as he... he...

A fissure began to form slowly to tune of the slurping, a flow of screaming logic crashing against a sea wall. A finger was put in the dike momentarily as the body pressed forth with satisfaction and possession.

"Why are you... so good!?"

The pressure was crushing, squeezing, and the gulping pull at their neck was numbing, drawing them out, out and away. Darkness creeping up from behind as they began to float. They were leaving... where were they going?...

Where...

The dam broke.

Self preservation took the reigns, and they pushed away, weakly. It wasn't enough, where had their strength gone? But then the laughter returned, and they knew the answer.

A face slowly floated back into their vision, fanged mouth twisted into a bloody smile, "And where do you think you're going?" A hand began to pull back the lenses.

No, not again!

They surged forward, eyes closed and head down, feeling the crack of glass against their forehead.

With a startled shout, they were dropped, snapping into sharpness.

Before them was the man... no, not a man. A monster, gaunt and sharp toothed, hissing with savagery as it tried to clear the shards from it's eyes.

Their hand was moving toward the discarded gun before they could stop it, raising and pulling the trigger.

Click.

The creature's head snapped up, hearing the sound.

Shit! They pulled it again and again.

Click. Click. Click.

Fangs bared in a growl, then the monster raised it's hands in a ready pounce.

No, please, no!

It lunged.

Please!

BOOM!

The sound shook the tiny space as the bullet traveled through the creature's heart.

...

A stagger back.

A sway as if to fall...

... But it didn't.

And this was when the Detective began to feel true horror.

As the pain of the bleeding wound in their shoulder began to be known, and the realization to what had just transpired began to dawn on them, they looked on in disbelief as the towering man's fatal injury stitched itself closed.

It 'looked' at him with a smile.

"So, you want to have some fun, do you?"

This couldn't be real...

The sweater began to sew itself together, and the glasses began to reform. The Detective felt they couldn't move.

"I'll give you a head start."

This couldn't be happening...

A prompting, encouraging snarl jolted them into action, and with a mad scramble and slip through pooled blood, they dashed out of the room, empty gun in hand, and a pained roar behind them.

"RUN, DETECTIVE, RUN!"

EEEEE YES! This gonna be a good one. Don't worry if you have questions, like where the officers and Wenda went. All will be answered in due time ;03.

I endeavor to have the sequel within a week. It will be a bloody good time, no pun intended.

I was very much taking inspiration from the opening of Blade, as well having this song in my head.

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[mechanicalpiper]

got the urge to write for the first time in months and pumped this out in like a few hours sooo

cw, kidnapping and kinda suggestive :3

Civilian x Villain Snippet

Civilian was bored.

After slogging through another day of monotonous work and once more coming home to nobody to talk to, they'd decided to take a quick walk in the nearby park to clear their head. Everything had felt the exact same for so very long, months blending together into a bland slop of generic emotions that filled the past years of Civilian's memory- they were begging for absolutely anything to break up the cycle, the same way they had been for years. Even the feeling of the wind gently blowing by and the beautiful view of the moon at this time of night had dulled by now, and-

Civilian’s train of thought was cut off by the long-forgotten feeling of someone grabbing them.

They let out a startled yelp as an arm wrapped around their torso from behind, pinning their arms in place and preventing them from running. In a panic, they tried to yell at their apparent captor, but their protest was stifled before it began by the second arm pressing something over their mouth and nose… something soft with a sickly sweet smell to it. They kicked and squirmed the best they could yet the grip didn't budge in the slightest. They wanted to hold their breath knowing full well what was pressed over their face but they were in too much of a startled panic to control their breathing.

The worst part was the blush.

Their cheeks were absolutely burning. It was such genuine danger, they knew how unbelievably irrational it was to get any enjoyment out of the situation they were in, but despite everything in their head yelling ‘no’ as loud as it could... the feeling of someone else- the feeling of being helpless in someone else's grasp- spiked a bizarre reaction they so badly wished to go away.

It got even worse when their captor spoke.

“Big mistake, honey~”

Civilian recognized the voice. The last person they would've expected: the Villain they see causing so much havoc on the news. The Villain they hear putting craters in cities in the distance during their superpowered scuffles with the Hero.

Why them??

They squirmed more, now knowing full well it was absolutely hopeless- a thought they quickly tried to push out of their mind after feeling their body's reaction to it. They didn’t have the slightest clue what someone so powerful would need any Civilian for, let alone someone like them with no information to give up, right? 

But here they were, helplessly squirming in the Villain's grasp, arms pinned by their sides… cries for help muffled… mind slowly clouding…

a-and it’s…

    so,

         so

            w-warm… 

[starleska]

Omg I've been wanting to ask you if you've seen Heretic! I became obsessed as soon as I saw it, recommending it to all my friends like a missionary 😅 I've seen it twice and it gives you so much to think about; the three main performances are brilliant, the story is unpredictable and the psychological horror is so well done! Sister Paxton is also one of my new favourite characters from anything; I just think she's wonderful. I have so many thoughts I should probably make my own post b/c I could go on and on 😅

On a more superficial note, I must ask... Do you have a crush on Mr Reed? (Should I be embarrassed to admit that it's the first time I've ever found Hugh Grant hot, after a lifetime of having no opinion on him and barely registering his presence in films? I feel like I've finally awoken)

hell YEAHHHH all the love for Heretic, i was completely blown away!!!! what a masterpiece of a movie, holy shit - i couldn't agree with you more. Hugh Grant, Sophie Thatcher AND Chloe East all gave such tremendous performances - those first thirty minutes were some of the most tense and uncomfortable exchanges i've ever seen!!! so tightly written and had as many twists and turns as Mr Reed's fortress-like home...you keep on recommending this movie to everyone, i certainly will be too 🙈💖 BEFORE I GO INTO SPOILERS AND HEAVY RELIGIOUS/ATHEISTIC/PERSONAL DISCUSSION UNDER THE CUT: although i am not presently blorboing Mr Reed, my partner is down so astronomically bad i thought they were going to explode in the theatre 😂💖 i totally understand where y'all are coming from, and if spreading the 'gorgeous old man Hugh Grant appeals to your religious trauma and daddy kinks at the same time' propaganda, then so be it!!! here, hot grandpa be upon ye!! (come back to me in 3-5 business days, maybe my opinion will have evolved 😉)

so for context: when i was a child, like. ages 7-14, i was a militant atheist. i was raised in a very lax Christian household, but i fell down the rabbit hole of Richard Dawkins-esque 'reasonable' takes on religion via books and online circles that i equated with being intellectually superior. in retrospect i'm horrified by what a nasty, ignorant person it made me, and am very lucky to have had good religious figures in my life to gently ease me out of that (ironically) cult-like mentality. i'd argue that atheism, theism, theological debates and scientific ideas about the nature of reality constituted a special interest for me for a good chunk of my life...so this movie really scratched a long-forgotten itch 🙈🙈🙈 the thing about Heretic was how equal its messaging was. going in, you'd assume Mr Reed could've been some spurned apostate punishing missionaries for daring to have unshaken, unproven faith. but instead, we see something else: Mr Reed, Sister Barnes and Sister Paxton battling and even collaborating in trying to discover the truth of their respective (including lack of) faiths. that final scene with Sister Paxton hallucinating the butterfly rammed it home: does it really matter whether religion is correct or not? isn't it enough that faith provides comfort and meaning, even if we're wrong when we leave this mortal coil? i think as an ex-militant atheist i find Mr Reed horribly relatable. the way he made himself into this self-styled god by deeming 'control' to be the structure of all religion and using it to act on his own selfish desires reminds me so much of the figureheads of the atheism movement...i know that Heretic was in part inspired by Contact (1997), based on the book by Carl Sagan, which explores the implications for humanity if we made contact with extraterrestial life. the scientific language which people in the atheism community used to dress up intolerance and personal biases is just as flawed as the religion they were criticising. Mr Reed dazzles as an "intellectual", but he's no more informed than either of the Sisters. the way this movie skilfully portrays all parties as reasonable, informed, relatable people all trying to seek meaning is magnificent. it would have been so easy to make either side into a scapegoat: to make an anti-religious movie, or an anti-atheism movie, or even to turn around and call us all idiots for thinking about religion, but it doesn't. it leaves us with this off-kilter but honest message: we don't know, and that's okay, as long as it matters to you. that's why i agree with you on Sister Paxton being such an amazing character: regardless of Mr Reed's theories (or hypotheses 😉) he was unable to subjugate her. what a fucking champ

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

Relief- a LTWW fic

(Inspired by my recent bout of period cramps).

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"What the hell are those." The detective mumbled, raising their head out from under the covers- just enough to take a look.

Waldo laid the items on the edge of the bed before backing off, arms raised. As if it were an offering given to a volcanic and angry god. "I couldn't help but notice you didn't feel like showing up to work today," He said, a teasing undercurrent to his words. "We can't have that, can we?"

The detective squinted. "Get the fuck out."

Waldo chuckled. "Is that permission to go out and play without you?"

The detective's eyelid twitched, before they sat up sullenly. "You're a bastard. It's bad enough I have to deal with... with this, now I have to deal with you on top of it?" They wouldn't have usually been quite as blunt when dealing with Waldo, but the ever present churching of stabbing pain in their lower abdomen had them a little less tactful than usual.

Waldo gave the items on the bed a nudge. "I know you're not feeling up to snuff, my dear. That's what the gifts are for."

The detective gave him a blunt look. "If that's chocolate, I'm going to shoot you."

Waldo snickered. "I know it's your favorite." At the unamused expression on the detectives face, he tilted his head, leaning in. "What? I just want my favorite detective to feel well enough to play with me."

"No, you just felt like fucking with me. As usual." A thought occurred to them, and they shot Waldo an icy glare. "If you woke Junior from their nap-"

"Junior's still asleep. Relax."

"Then what do you want-"

"I just want you to feel better," Waldo said, and something about it was so simple, yet meaningful, it had the detective pausing, unable to respond...

'Fine." They finally said, reaching out to inspect the items. To their surprise, they found a heating pad, a container of tea, and (to their begrudging surprise) a package of their favorite chocolate.

Slowly, they looked back up at Waldo.

"You better not have stolen this." They grumbled.

Waldo's grin widened, taking it as a sign he'd won.

"Of course not! I bought it. With money that I stole.”

The detective sighed.

"I always shop local you know. It benefits the economy." Waldo continued. The detective decided to ignore this in favor of leaning over to plug in the heating pad. God knew they needed it.

The painkillers they'd taken earlier weren't touching the cramps. (Extra fast pain relief their ASS.)

After finally locating and maneuvering the plug into the socket, they turned back. To their complete lack of surprise, Waldo had taken up residency in the bed beside them.

The detective counted very slowly to ten. "I don't suppose there's any point in telling you to go." They muttered.

Waldo leaned on his hands, kicking his feet idly. "I was thinking about it, actually, and I was thinking I could cut you a deal." He offered, popping a chocolate into his mouth. The detective eyed him with exhaustion.

"And that is?"

"How about," Waldo cooed, laying an arm over their chest and pulling the blankets over the both of them. "You rest a little while... relax a bit, and I'll take the day off?"The detective rubbed their forehead. "You're serious."

Waldo said nothing, but his grin tensed.

The detective sighed. "You take tomorrow off as well."

"Only until tomorrow afternoon."

"Tomorrow evening, and I let you stay the night."

Waldo's grin stretched. "Deal."

The detective turned over on their side, groaning in relief as the heating pad began to warm up.

"Don't blame me if you get blood on you."

(It was unclear if they failed to notice, or simply ignored the way Waldo bit his lip at their sentence.)

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Alternate ending- slightly spicy/suggestive below the cut, MDNI.

They had begun to fall into a drowsy lull of slowly ebbing and softening pain, soothed by the gentle burn of the heating pad, when that familiar arm curled around their waist with the strength of steel.

“What now?” They mumbled, a little sleepy from the warmth and painkillers. Behind them, Waldo struck up a steady hum of breathing, like a furnace going in the dead of winter.

“You know, Detective,” Came that soft, hissing voice as cool fingers roamed down their back, past their spine, to just above their hips where their sleep shirt had ridden up- glossing over the bare skin just enough to make them jump from the difference in temperatures… carrying a promise, a proposition- a plea…

“I know one other thing that relieves cramps.”

Their eyes widened.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Ziolet Songs: Days One & Two

Since it’s the month of Zach and Violet’s 10th wedding anniversary, October 18th, whooooo! I thought I’d share a song a day, #ziolet songs, that describes/relates to their relationship! I missed yesterday (because I was exhausted 😩), but I’m playing catch up today. And these 2 songs actually go together! I highly recommend listening to them back to back, it’s such a vibe!

Each day I will include a song, some lyrics from said song, and a little blurb about how it relates to their relationship or a fanfic excerpt. Enjoy!

Below the cut for length and a mildly suggestive exchange and implied panic attack/ touch starved scene, but nothing inappropriate is mentioned.

October 1st - i’m yours

Baby, I'm yours, baby, I'm yours Baby, I'm yours I need something more, I'll pray to the Lord That baby, I'm yours

We're gettin' closer, inches away Lose composure, favorite mistake Friendship's over, won't be the same

“You’re beautiful…” He uttered in a strained voice as he came back to me, and his eyes locked on mine with the same passionate blaze. 

“Your hair, your dress, your eyes, your smile, your nose,” he took the opportunity to boop my nose, “everything is perfect, you are perfect…I want to ask you something, I want to do something, but only if you want it, if you don’t, I won’t force it…”

“What is it Zach?” I asked with bated breath as he closed the distance between us. 

“Don’t hate me for this, but…” he said, staring deep into my eyes, “I want to kiss you, I don’t know why, but… can I?”

“Yes…”

October 2nd - eyes don’t lie

Eyes don't lie Eyes don't lie Say you're mine Eyes don't lie

You tell me your secrets You keep your life between your lips You know you're my weakness Tell stories with your fingertips

“Zach, what’s going on?” Violet murmured in concern.

A sharp crack of lightening and a rumble of thunder followed my next words, “I need you…”

“Zach, I really don’t think we should be doing THAT…”

“No! I don’t mean I need you for that, I just need you to…I need to feel you…No, No, not that way either, I need you to…” I was on the verge of hyperventilating when Violet reached out her hand to touch my face. 

Her simple touch allowed me to calm myself down enough to croak out, “I need that, I just need you to touch me, please...”

“How?” She whispered moving closer to me. 

“Anything you are comfortable with…I just need to feel your touch, I’ve needed to feel it for so long…” I dropped my head and her shoulder caught it as she stood on the tips of her toes and enveloped me in a tight hug.

[lunaetis]

when it comes to physical intimacy or sexual activities, yínyuè is considered quite inexperienced. this is by no means to say that she's innocent or unaware of sexual attractions, but more on the front of her not having experienced it herself ( or if she had prior to her awakening, she had no recollection of it. ) she certainly knows about physical intimacy, of pleasure, and act of service / sexual acts as a whole, but she had never done that herself. to her, physical intimacy relates closely to trust, and for her to be desiring someone in that light would means she has developed a strong sense of trust for them.

her being inexperienced means that she'd be clumsy and awkward at first, but by no means she'd shy away from it and is actually quite a fast learner. she'd pick up cues and her partner's preference in things then follow through with her instincts. certainly a submissive lean, a pleaser and a giver in bed. she'd want her partner to feel good. it's a huge turn on for her if her partner reveals how much they want her or how good she's making them feel.