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[barnesbabee]

[D]egradation || OT8

[ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ D]

Summary: You find out your friends that you always thought saw you as "one of the boys" didn't exactly see you like that.

Pairing: OT8 x female!reader

Words: this is like the 3rd orgy that I write, you'd think I had one in the past but I have not

Genre: Smut

tags: @woosanbby @hwalysm

⚠️If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️

You, Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho had been friends forever. You met as kids because you lived near each other and grew up together. The four of you were inseparable, and the thought of growing up and being sexually attracted to each other wasn't a problem because they made sure to specify to all of the partners that came and went that they did not see you as a girl when it came to the way you behaved with each other. And while that was fine with you for the most part, you did wish they saw you as a woman, because getting tackled by men who grew up to be almost 2 meters tall wasn't a fun time.

In high school, five other boys joined your group: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San. They were incredible people, all different but you loved them all, and you enjoyed the time you spent together.

However, the recent additions caused a huge fight. You felt comfortable around the eight boys in general, but you didn't feel as comfortable as you did with Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho. You felt a little self-conscious when you all hung out and acted like one of them: play fighting, taking off whatever piece of clothing you were uncomfortable in, sleeping together when there were sleepovers, sharing intimate or private stuff that was on your mind... Nonetheless doing these things with guys you weren't well acquainted with was awkward. Sure, you had walked bare-assed in front of Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho, but that was just another Saturday for you.

The awkwardness and discomfort lead you to find some different friends, a group of girls that welcomed you when they saw you walking home alone after you had told the boys that you wouldn't be meeting them at Hongjoong's house that night. The original three boys you grew up with were beyond upset. They felt like they were being replaced, they missed you and they didn't understand why you were quietly drifting away. They didn't understand why you were choosing these girls you barely knew over lifelong friends... Was it because they were guys? Was the problem that unsolvable? Had they just lost you forever?

It wasn't until Yunho snapped one day and cry-yelled at you that you explained (in front of the whole group) that you didn't feel as comfortable with the eight of them as you did with the original three boys and it made it impossible to hang out altogether because it felt like there was a certain barrier.

"Y/N, I'm sorry I know this is between the four of you but I think I speak for the rest of us when I say that we all have different boundaries... San and Wooyoung are always on each other, cuddling and being mushy but Jongho clearly doesn't like that so they don't include him. Baby steps, Y/N, we're not all the same and enjoy being with you, we can compromise certain things to make you more comfortable... Until we all become closer, that is." Seonghwa, the voice of reason since day one, said, mid-fight.

That night you all got drunk and Yunho cried in your arms because he had missed you so much and then threatened to punch you the very next day if you ever brought up that moment.

Years passed and indeed you began feeling more comfortable around everyone else, and the boys you grew up with understood that although they saw you as an equal, they had to be careful 'cause they were a lot stronger.

Unbeknownst to you, you started becoming a real tease to them as time went by. Wearing their t-shirts, that were big enough to cover most of the "essentials" but still left some of your ass hanging out, whenever your nipples were visible through your shirts, when they could feel your tits press against them...

One particular summer day you were all hanging out, you were wearing one of Seonghwa's shirts and just trying to make a bowl of cereal. Mingi was sitting on the counter, already eating, while you struggled to get to the cereal on the top shelf. Your shirt was rising higher than usual, and Mingi could see your panties, the way they shaped your body, and the way your ass jiggled when you went from tippy toes to standing normally as you reached for the food.

"What are you looking at!?" You had asked.

Mingi then realized he was staring, and he realized what he was thinking of: grabbing your hair, bending you over right there, and fuck the innocence out of you.

"You just look particularly stupid today." He replied, trying his best to give a shitty excuse and not give in to his thoughts. Thankfully he always had good insults on his sleeve.

The staring was becoming increasingly common, and sometimes you caught them but never thought much of it: it had been so long since you'd been hanging out, surely one of them would've made a move if they were interested.

It wasn't until Yunho, fueled by the dirty thoughts in his head, straight up told you that you realized it and put the pieces together.

You were all hanging out in his living room, some watching TV, some gossiping, and some just on their phones. You were sitting beside Yunho, your naked legs on his lap. You weren't paying a lot of attention to him, you were listening to San gossip, until his hands separated your thighs. It was a little nudge, but it was enough to make you extremely aware of his touch.

Yunho felt a fire inside like he couldn't control himself anymore. He had seen you so many times but for some reason that day, he needed you. Your thighs on top of him, your shirt falling just in the right place to tease him, almost exposing your underwear but not giving him a peek of anything, the way you seemed to remain so innocent about everyone's intentions, his hands so, so close... Yunho couldn't help it.

After parting your things his hand slightly gripped the inside of the thigh closest to him. You felt something on the bottom of your stomach, it felt... nice. You didn't stop Yunho. His hand became a little braver, getting further and further up your leg.

Just before he could get to your pussy you gripped his wrist.

"Yunho, what are you doing?"

The question had a million meanings. You wanted to know what he was doing, where he wanted to get at, why he was doing it, why was he doing it in front of everyone...

Obviously what you said attracted all eyes in the room. Yunho gripped your thigh as if punishing you for alerting everyone else.

"Come on, don't act like you don't know that everyone in this room wants to fuck you." Yunho said, brushing your hair with one hand, contradicting the gripping of your thigh with a sweet act.

The room fell silent. The only thing that could be heard were the voices from the TV, and everyone had an undecipherable look on their face.

"What?" Was all you could say.

"I'm saying," Yunho paused and gripped your jaw, forcing you to look around the room "all of us want to fuck you. All of us."

You scoffed, surely he was taking the piss.

"Come on Yunho, stop joking."

He wrapped his large hands around your waist, picked you up, and put you down on his lap. Yunho rolled his hips up, so you could feel his hard cock.

"Does that feel like a joke?" He whispered in your ear.

"N-no..."

For the first time ever you were speechless around them. Your thighs were pressed together, you felt hot, and couldn't look anyone in the eye.

"Is... Is what he said true?" You asked, still unable to look at anyone.

Yeosang, that had been sitting beside you, grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

"Everyone in this room wants to use you like the whore we know you are."

While you were looking at Yeosang, you felt a pair of hands grab your thighs. You had been pressing them together, but stopped doing so, so the person you then recognized to be Seonghwa could spread them apart.

"Can we do it?" Seonghwa asked, his hand getting closer and closer to your core.

"Yes." You spoke without thinking. You didn't consider the aftermath or any other thing, you just said what you were feeling.

Seonghwa hooked one finger on the hem of your panties and pushed them to the side. His tongue worked on your pussy as Yunho's big hands trailed up your body and played with your breasts. Yeosang kissed you and your neck roughly.

You felt exposed, you felt watched, and you loved it. You loved the attention, you loved that you couldn't even count how many hands were on you.

You moaned into the kiss you shared with Yeosang as Seonghwa inserted one finger in you and kept eating you out. Yunho pinched your nipples and you arched your back in reaction.

You heard multiple groans echo in the room coming from the other boys.

Yunho was continuously grinding on your ass, and the pressure of his cock against your ass made it impossible not to get desperate. You softly pushed Yeosang away so you could speak.

"Fuck me Yunho, please."

Seonghwa pulled away and gave Yunho space to slide you down to his knees so he could pull out his cock.

"No need to ask twice princess."

Yunho rubbed his cock a couple times before finding your entrance and slamming you down on him. He gave you a couple seconds, before he began moving you up and down. Mingi stood up and removed your shirt so everyone could see your tits bouce, before giving you a quick, rough kiss. The tall man grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock and you began jacking him off as well as possible while being fucked by Yunho, who was absolutely mesmerized by the way your ass bounced against his thighs.

Yunho's hand gripped your throat.

"Look at you getting us off like a good whore, I bet you love being passed around, hm?" Yunho asked, then biting your ear.

You moaned loudly and nodded.

"Fuck, yes- I love it."

You heard Mingi scoff from above, before gripping your chin and making you look up.

"You were right Yunho, she is a filthy whore. We should've used her earlier."

"Don't tire her, we want to fuck her too." San demanded as he jacked himself off painfully slow.

Yunho slapped your ass and picked up the pace.

"Don't worry, she can take it."

The man was holding back, wanted to enjoy the feeling of being inside you, but when he saw Mingi cum all over your chest he came as well, buried deep in you.

Immediately after, San gripped your throat and pulled you up, until you were standing.

"On your hands and knees."

You obeyed his commands and got on all fours on the ground. Wooyoung knelt in front of you, his cock in your face, and San was being you. San was the first to enter you, with a groan. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at the place where you two connected as if it was a work of art, and since you couldn't see him, you wondered if San looked as beautiful as he sounded at that moment.

Wooyoung slapped his cock against your cheek.

"Come on baby, open up."

You opened your mouth and began sucking him off as he told you, making sure to maintain eye contact as you did so. Wooyoung grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, as both men found a rhythm to fuck you in.

Wooyoung's face alone was enough to make anyone want to cum: he had his eyebrows furrowed, cheeks red and mouth agape as he looked at you taking his cock. He brushed back his sweaty hair and moaned.

San switched between slapping your ass and gripping your asscheeks with his hands, absolutely loving the way they jiggled every time he trusted into you.

"I bet you love being watched and used by all of us, hm? Just like the pretty little whore you are, fuck, so, so good." San said, hissing and moaning almost after every word.

The eyes on you, the men jerking off to you being fucked, the dirty talk, and the way San was fucking you were too much to handle and you were close. You tapped Wooyoung's thigh so he'd pull out.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum-"

Hongjoong pulled San away from you and replaced his place inside you. You sat up slightly, in a way that you could jerk Wooyoung and San off but could still be fucked by Hongjoong.

"Cum on my cock, come on."

Like as if you were being commanded, you came, and Hongjoong filled you up right after, as he had been edging himself just for that moment.

Upon seeing your pleasure-filled face and hearing your moans as you came, Wooyoung spilled all over your face, followed by San who, as you guessed, looked absolutely beautiful.

Hongjoong pulled out so you could sit on the floor and finish off the last three men. You switched between jerking them off and sucking them off, ready to cum once more not long after, absolutely turned on by the view.

Seonghwa noticed the way you were grinding on the floor.

"Come ride me Y/N. Now."

You got on top on Seonghwa, and began to ride him, still jerking off the other two men. They came on your chest and face, but Seonghwa held off so you could cum again. He played with your clit and, once he felt you tightening around his cock, sat up and helped you bounce on it.

You came and he came at the same time. You were still holding onto his shoulders as you caught your breath together. He tapped your ass, wiped the cum off of your lips with his thumb, and kissed you sweetly.

"You okay?" He asked, with sparkling eyes as if he hadn't just railed you.

"I'm okay, I feel a little exposed but I'm okay."

Yunho helped you up and cleaned you up with his shirt as best as he could.

"Go on and take a shower, I'll find some spare clothes, princess." Yunho said, and kissed the top of your head.

He couldn't help but give your ass a light slap as it jiggled when you walked away, shyly covering your front.

"So is this like, gonna be a regular thing?" San asked.

"No! Weirdo!" You yelled from the other room.

Yunho looked at all his friends and then spoke.

"I got dibs on her."

[cuffmeinblack]

Idk if you’re taking requests but I have one and I’ve loved you’re writing for Ominis so let’s go!!

⚠️spoilers ahead just in case⚠️

I was wondering if you’d be willing to write an Ominis x fem!hufflepuff! Reader where they’ve liked each other but it all comes out before the Scriptorium mission. Like he tells the story on why he won’t use crucio and everything but when Sebastian uses the curse on her Ominis is the one to rush to her and help her. I just want fluff and love for this boy he needs more of it!!

I trust you to write this amazingly and please make whatever changes you’d like I’d just want this boy to be loved ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hold me close

Ominis Gaunt x gn!reader

Tags: angst | hurt/comfort | torture curse

1k words

A/n: Thank you for the request! This is a short little one shot rewrite of the In the Shadow of the Study quest so ⚠️SPOILER WARNING⚠️. Hope you like!

Quite how you ended up in Salazar Slytherin's secret Scriptorium with a couple of Slytherin boys was a mystery in itself, almost as baffling as the one presented directly in front of you. You'd left the cosy Hufflepuff common room only an hour ago, and now here you were, staring at a huge, ornate door decorated with serpents. Salazar Slytherin really liked snakes.

"That must be the voice I hear," Ominis says beside you. " I don't believe I'm about to do this."

Your heart flutters in your chest as you watch him approach the door and take a deep breath before speaking, if it could be called that—a quiet hiss escapes his lips. You jump back in astonishment as the mechanism on the door jumps to life, the eerie green glow of the serpents' eyes illuminating the dim corridor.

"Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed," you say, marvelling at him.

"Between the two of you, I'm starting to feel left out," Sebastian says from behind you.

"Between the two of us?" Ominis asks. If it weren't so dark, you'd swear he'd be blushing.

"I…never mind," Sebastian mutters.

You know what your friend means, but you squirm uncomfortably anyway. It's true, you both seem to have rare abilities that others might envy. You make quite the pair, though Sebastian was none the wiser of your mutual affection.

It isn't long before you encounter yet another locked door in this infernal maze. The floor is wet, the room smells dusky and damp, and you quickly notice the reason why. Following the scurrying of a rat in the corner, your illuminated wand shines on a skeleton in the corner of the room. You fight to hold back the bile rising in your throat. A scrap of paper draws your eye, slightly nibbled but still more or less intact, laying next to the long-decayed corpse. You reach down and pick it up with two fingers, your face twisting in disgust as you try to read the scrawled words.

"Ominis...your aunt Noctua…she mentions being trapped here. Blocked by an unforgivable curse," you say shakily.

Your gut twists with guilt, knowing that having agreed to talk to Ominis for Sebastian had doomed you all. You had wanted to help your friend, but you should never have agreed to it, and the pain on Ominis' face is more than you can bear.

"Ominis, I know this is the last thing you want to do…," Sebastian started.

"Yes, it is! I thought you knew me better!" Ominis shouted back.

Your immediate reaction is to go to him. You wish you could hold him, comfort him, instead you move slowly to his side, your hand reaching for his but falling short under Sebastian's watchful eye.

"Ominis," you whisper.

"I won't do it," Ominis says, shaking his head and beginning to pace nervously. "You shouldn't either."

"I understand, but it's our only way out of here. I can take it," you say, trying to keep the quavering from your voice. You muster the courage to reach out and grip his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Are you going to use the curse on Sebastian?" he asks in a small voice.

"I don't think I can."

Ominis grimaces as you leave his side, walking over to Sebastian by the door, steeling yourself for what's to come. You trust your friend not to prolong it longer than necessary. Balling up your fists, you nod and Sebastian readies himself, raising his wand and hesitating only for a second before expelling the dreaded incantation.

"Crucio."

A crackle of electricity ripples through your body and you see only a red haze before forcing your eyes shut and falling to the floor, gasping for breath. Your nerves are on fire, your very flesh feels as if it's burning as you try to scream but nothing comes out.

"Please, please," a faint voice enters your ears as the pain subsides and you open your eyes, staring at the floor as your vision readjusts to the assault on your retinas, the stones beneath you swimming back into focus. You take a deep breath and fill your lungs, desperately reaching out in front of you, clutching the first thing you feel.

You look up and Ominis is kneeling in front of you, holding your arm and feeling his way to find where you are. You start breathing shakily, trying desperately to catch your breath and feel wet, hot tears pooling in your eyes. Ominis' hands are shaking as they glide up your arms, over your shoulders and brushing your neck, finding your face. He cups your face in his hands, pausing as the tears roll over his fingers, then wipes them away gently. His face is contorted in pain as he asks, "Are you okay? Please, be okay."

"I'm okay," you manage to stutter.

Sebastian seems to be in shock, standing dumbly by the now open door, watching the interaction between his friends.

"I'm so sorry," he groans, leaning back against the wall.

"It's fine, you did what you had to do," you say weakly, attempting to get up off of the floor.

Ominis clutches your arms again, firmly, standing with you and steadying you as you wobble on your aching legs and stumble into him. He doesn't loosen his grip, only pulls you closer, looping an arm around your back and holding your weight.

"I've got you," the soft voice says in your ear.

You rest your head against his shoulder, his hand finding its way to the nape of your neck and gently stroking your hair.

"I…there's a room here…," Sebastian says feebly before retreating behind the door.

Ominis doesn't let you go, the shaking in his hands subsided, now replaced with a tender and assuredly comforting touch. You look up at him, his hands still tangled in your hair, and watch his closely knitted brows relax.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," he says.

"I'd do it again, for you."

[bookish-bogwitch]

an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

thanks for tagging me @wellbelesbian!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s): Basil Pitch's Diary. It's literally my only WIP.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___” Bridget Jones's Diary + Carry On = We Love Baz, Just As He Is

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it? Internalized homophobia, gaslighting, self-hatred. 😬

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)? I never considered an alternative title to BPD, but the one that comes to mind now would be a huge spoiler. The alternative title to the next chapter is "I Fortunately Know a Little Magic," which is sassy and snappy (R.I.P. Howard Ashman) but less thematically relevant than the title I chose.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next? Basil Pitch's Diary. Literally every other fic I've ever posted has been while "taking a break" from BPD, which could go on indefinitely if I let it, so I am bound and determined to finish this fucker before starting something else.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as) I have a list for BPD called "Chapter Checklist." It contains subtle insights "Baz is an UNRELIABLE narrator."

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP. Here's Baz and Dev in ch. 7:

“Will you stay for dinner?” 

“Can’t. Dev and I…”

As Niall told me about their plans I grabbed one of the football’s nylon loops and let Rusty tug on it as we walked. It seemed too late for Niall to have a date all the way in London, but what do I know about dates.

“Come with us,” said Niall. 

I grimaced. “No thanks. I’ll catch up with Dev when he’s not on molly and climbing down your throat.”

“You don’t ‘catch up’ at Beast Night. You dance.”

“With whom?”

“Men.”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP. I just looked in the trash folder of the BPD Scrivener project and found this note I don't remember writing:

Renée Zellweger would play Baz. People would be skeptical but she’d fucking nail it. Gaining weight for a role? How about growing eight inches, sprouting a happy trail, and joining the legions of undead. (Might as well cast Oscar bait.)

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? A Watford-era get-together magickal mishap involving animal transformation and beloved children's literature. So, you know. The usual.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on? Just the one. @facewithoutheart and I have a secret side project going that involves back-and-forth writing and it's stalled out on me. It's very fun and silly and I plan to return to it when I need a break from some of the angstier parts of BPD.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? I'm not working on any one BPD scene right now, but trying to map out the rest of the fic in greater detail so that I can roll from one chapter to the next. I was struggling for a couple of weeks with how to make an unavoidable canon plot point emotionally relevant to Baz's arc, but I think I figured it out last night. Phew.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send. Kudos and tags to @cutestkilla, @thewholelemon, @whatevertheweather, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @monbons, @onepintobean, @ileadacharmedlife, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @skeedelvee, @im-gettingby, @imagineacoolusername, @iamamythologicalcreature, @youre-an-apocryphal-concept-223, @rimeswithpurple, @goblindad-emoshit, @facewithoutheart, @artsyunderstudy, @alleycat0306, @erzbethluna, @ebbpettier, @emeryhall, @f-ing-ruthless-baz, @hushed-chorus, @hertragedyconnoisseur, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ic3-que3n.

[blackberrysummerblog]

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Hey all! Thanks so much for tagging me @wellbelesbian, @aristocratic-otter, @valeffelees, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ivelovedhimthroughworse and @iamamythologicalcreature! You’ve all correctly determined that I am procrastinating writing.

1. 🐬Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

I actually don’t have any that are named at this point. Titles and tags are really difficult for me and I put both off to the last minute and second-guess myself into hell

2. 🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___=___”

Popular movie retelling + flying goats = Baz and Dev have A Spot of Bother

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Wraaaugugh, see #1 :P. I don’t know, in seriousness, I think the WIP mentioned above will end up getting a tag for sexual harassment or something like that given the nature of one necessary scene in the movie it’s based on. It’s not going to be worse than the source material, which is PG-13

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Oh, to have so many ideas for titles that there’s ever an alternative lying around to spare :(

5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

I’m pretty likely to finish a sequel to Field Trip of Dreams (SEE WHAT I MEAN about titles?) this week. The eighth years are off on another field trip—this time it’s a weekend training excursion with the Mage. Baz and Simon have been dating for the short time that’s passed since FToD, but they manage to get in a fight on the bus trip to Scafell Pike, and when it turns into a sort-of-tussle the Mage mistakes it for actual animosity and sends them off to a secluded cabin to bang (I mean work🙄) it out. Absolutely everybody but Davy—including the other teachers—knows exactly how much of a “punishment” this is

6. 💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you've saved it as)

Practical magic au

7. 🖍️Post Any sentence from your wip

“Shut up, Gareth!” we shout as one, Snow adding a few brutish threats as Gareth pales and turns back around in his seat.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I actually can’t remember. I don’t plot my writing out very extensively so in a sense there’s hundreds of little scrapped thoughts rather than anything huge. I’m eliminating a lot of things with my crucible marriage fic, but it’s hard to say right now what’s actually gone or just being moved around. I know a major one I’ve been battling with is that prior to getting dragged off to Pitch Manor by his new husband Baz, I want Simon to have been living with Penny in a flat of their own, but for another aspect of the story I want him to have been living with the Mage in Watford (which is an au mage’s settlement in the fic) as well. There’s ways to work around it for the results I want, I just haven’t written it out yet.

9. 🤔What's a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet?

I’m pretty sure I have at least a few lines written down for everything I want to write

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Oh, man…actively, probably the field trip one and my COBB. Somewhat less actively: a reverse COBB fic, a sequel to Monsters Under the Bed, a sequel to After Hours where Simon makes good on his promise to despoil Baz on his office desk, and my unending crucible marriage fic. Less active than that: a fic response to a prompt for Simon being the one kidnapped and Baz has to rescue him. There’s probably (cough*definitely*cough) some pretty messed-up OOC smut stuff lying around in my docs as well, that I add to when I’m in the mood and have zero plans to ever post

11. 🛠️Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I keep telling myself to just write and stop worrying about this for the moment, but I’m kind of bumming myself out worrying about whether I want to use first or third person, as well as past or present tense, for my COBB. I think the issue is that some scenes are bound to play out better one way while others would be better served differently. This is not usually a thing I struggle with.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

🥰

This was fun! (Once I stopped putting it off, lol). No pressure tagging (and sorry if I get anyone who’s already done it): @cutestkilla, @mooncello, @artsyunderstudy, @prettygoododds, @drowninginships, @hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @youarenevertooold, @ileadacharmedlife, @facewithoutheart, @imagineacoolusername, @ic3-que3n

[dovithedarklord]

Age of Monsters - Chapter Nine

Pairing: OFC x Simon "Ghost" Riley, OFC x König

Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, POV First Person, Not Beta Read, Medical Inaccuracies, Military Inaccuracies, AFAB OC

Trigger Warning: The story will contain violance, blood and smut in detail. Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

Leona gets involved in an exciting adventure and receives surprising help.

Hello!

I have a few Trigger Warnings for today's chapter: Blood, violence, weapons, gore, viscera, death, and extensive injuries.

Have fun!:)

I.M.L. - Infected mammalian lifeform

I.H.L. - Infected humanoid lifeform

if you're interested you can find the story on AO3: Chapter Nine

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Everything is happening so fast that I can only stare in shock at what unfolds before my eyes through the binoculars. A whole dozen deformed creatures emerge from the smoke rising after the explosion, and they throw themselves among the debris of the street at such a speed, that the soldiers who took cover hardly have time to retreat before one of the beasts, which looks as heavy as a small elephant, snarls and throws itself at the wreck that has served as a hiding place for them. And it's only thanks to MacTavish's lightning-fast reflexes that the bear-like monster doesn't tear one of the scattered soldiers apart, because the Hunter appears in front of the mutant so suddenly, that I'm unable to follow him with my paralyzed brain. With his bare hands, he fights back the shovel-like, huge paw that is about to strike, so that when the enraged creature stands up on its two hind legs and attacks again, he hits the vital organs with a couple of well-aimed shots and takes the behemoth down.

However, they don't have time to enjoy this small victory, because more and more I.M.L.s appear, and as I glance at the entrance to the nest, I realize that, judging by the number of mutants constantly pouring out, they certainly won't have a chance to rejoice for a while. But if this all continues like this, it's also doubtful whether anyone will survive long enough to see a happy ending. A desperate fight begins, and the soldiers flee to get some cover behind the many ruins spread out on the street, from where they attempt to pump the monsters galloping towards them full with bullets. And I'm trying to process what happened through the astonishment taking over my limbs. The I.H.L.s walked through those fucking bombs, willingly and with great joy, to defuse them for their friends who showed up next. Not only did the I.M.L.s not kill the humanoid abominations, they welcomed them into the warmth of their nice little family, and now they even seem to be working together. Which is a fucking wild assumption, even for my imagination running rampant with stress, because so far there has been no example of this in the last fifty years. These bastards are incapable of intelligent actions, let alone outmaneuvering those who hunt them. What the hell is going on here?

"It's Hunter 0-15! Everyone stays in position! They can't go any further!" I hear Riley's command on the radio, and the raw anger in his voice is the testimony that the hell that broke loose has also caught him desperately unprepared. All calmness is lost from his words reaching my ears, and because of this, my pulse skyrockets and tries to breathe some life into me, because it slowly reaches my awareness that the situation will soon become difficult for me as well, even though I am far away from the events.

MacTavish's little soldiers continue to fire at the mutants from behind the rubble, and although they are surprisingly effective at killing the demonic creatures, and they manage to eliminate some of them, this isn't nearly enough for most of them to stay on the ground permanently. Again, a loud explosion shakes the street, which has turned into a picture of frenzied killing, and I'm also forced to close my eyes for a moment from the flashing lights. And by the time I turn back to follow the actions, the foglike smoke that has appeared lulls me into a false calm with its immobility. Because when it starts to disintegrate, it reveals the corpses of the monsters torn to pieces, but soon more of their friends arrive to take their place. It's as if they are besieged by an endless stream, and despite the soldiers fighting and shooting at them incessantly, the dozens of monsters that keep popping up create this feeling, which causes unimaginable panic to run through my every nerve fiber. As if the mouth of the nest would open straight into hell, where more and more vermins ready to kill would pour out. And the whole struggle suddenly seems like a completely hopeless suffering.

Maybe that's why the Hunter with the mohawk can decide to take matters into his hands and rush towards the beasts alone, entrusting his team's survival to his abilities. He can also guess that if even one of the I.M.L.s gets close enough to his comrades, that unfortunate person will suffer the most painful death imaginable. And although he has the repertoire with which he can take out these bastards, his lethal power is in vain if he is outnumbered by the enemy. And this isn't a good thing, to say the least.

"Cover me!" MacTavish says on the radio to his comrades behind him, who obey his instructions without hesitation and get ready in a second to target anything they can. And as the man steps out of his cover and sets off towards the diabolic creatures with a determined momentum, my stomach shrinks from some unknown unpleasant grip, because the only image that appears in my mind is the promise of the Hunter's dead body frozen in blood. And although I trust him and his experience, I'm unable to banish this simple intuition from my subconscious, which is slowly torn in two by the claws of worry and terror.

Despite all the risks, he directs his weapon at the incoming beasts without a moment's delay, hitting them with brutal precision before they can get even a little close enough to attack. And when one of the degenerates, throwing itself over the defeated cadaver of its companion, comes within arm's reach of the Hunter, he frees one hand and swings his fist at his attacker, and hits the brute’s bare, skull-like head with such force that even though I can only see the image through the lens of the binoculars, but in my ears I hear the imaginary crunching of bones. The I.M.L. falls to the ground, and as it lies down in the dust, I see its blood-soaked face, mangled by the blow, in which MacTavish makes a hole with a well-aimed shot just to be on the safe side.

Even I'm amazed at the efficiency with which he exterminates the wretched swines, an although they continue to advance towards the small group with unstoppable anger, still hope awakens in me when the man I have known so far as harmless and friendly shows that it’s no accident that he belongs to S-class. Even though it seems stomach-churning, as minute by minute he enriches the road decorated with black blood and wrecks with more and more unrecognizable limp bodies, I still hope that this pace won't leave him and he sends all these bastards to the other world.

Still, when a mutant larger than its previous buddies appears and, pointing its horns at MacTavish, rushes forward, cutting through the carcasses lying in the filth, my blood runs cold. A skillful little soldier begins to shoot, but it doesn’t make a difference, for the beast charges forward furiously and unrelenting toward its goal, and when it arrives and strikes with unstoppable momentum, it's just a hair's breadth away from slicing open the chest of its victim, who is lucky enough that his vest absorbs the lion's share of the attack. Taking a few steps back, the Scotsman lowers his weapon onto its sling, then pulls himself together to grab the bone growths that are about to strike again, before it can stab him. He fixes his booted feet on the ground to hold back the enraged monster, who tries to push forward toward his chosen prey with muscles tensing under the pale, scarred skin. For a nerve-wracking moment, when the Hunter's legs slide backward in the dust, it seems that he might lose his balance and the fiend will get to him, but this horrific illusion lasts only for an uncertain second. In the blink of an eye, he regains control and pushes his attacker by its horns, then reaches into his tactical vest, grabs a large hunting knife from there and places it in the head of the mutant. The blade sinks right up to the hilt into the creature's skull as easily as if the man just wanted to cut a birthday cake, and he pulls it out with at least that much ease, so that he can continue the fight undisturbed.

And as soon as I see the large body spread out on the ground, I let out the air which I didn't know with what despair had stuck in my lungs until now. I hastily shift my gaze through my binoculars to assess the less-than-ideal state of the battlefield, because at this point the eventual outcome of this fight becomes highly doubtful. And I'm not greeted by a prettier sight from the intersection either, and although I see some of the monsters fall on the road limply, another one inexplicably appears in its place, which throws itself to the soldiers firing from their hiding places. And even my mind, confused by the chaos, knows that we have stepped into a real wasp's nest, because it has long since gone beyond the limits of a routine nest extermination. This is something completely different that we walked into completely unprepared.

I continue to observe the chaotic scene of the battle, and I'm just about to make up my mind to create some workable plan that could help me to survive, when something in my periphery suddenly moves on the battered roof of one of the ruined buildings. Reflexively, I turn my head in the direction of the phenomenon, and concentrating all my attention there, I try to assess with my sharp little eyes, what the figure slowly creeping out from the shadows and appearing almost out of nowhere could be. And when the silvery light of the moon finally envelops the stranger, my eyebrows meet in confusion at the sight materializing before me. Because for a split second, it occurs to me that I might have fallen victim to a hallucination caused by fear and stress, because I can't find a sane explanation as to why the I.M.L., with a body woven with lean muscles, appears with a human-like creature on its back peeping ever so slowly through the stumps of half-destroyed walls covered with vegetation.

But, when I understand what I'm seeing and my brain starts to work on interpreting the visual stimuli received through my eyes, a completely new kind of astonishment comes over me. It defies all known facts as the mutant and its rider stalk towards the edge of the building with almost stoic calm, and just the wording of this observation is enough to make me lean forward, holding on to the handrail, to see if I can get a better look at this impossible picture. The I.H.L. sitting on his cute little pet looks down on the events taking place in the turmoil of the street as superiorly as if it were just watching a movie, and although I can't see its face clearly, I can still perfectly measure up that its features have remained much more human-like than those of its other infected friends. While the other infected humanoid creatures only resembled their late selves in traces, and like the other monsters they took on an amorphous form littered with ulcers, growths, and superhuman muscles, which probably makes their appearance resemble a wraith from a nightmare, this individual remained surprisingly human. Only a few tumors and scars decorate its body, swollen with developed muscles, and its unwavering and proud posture is definitely different from the horrible nest dwellers.

However, I don't have time to analyze the creature any further, because when it raises one hand and points it towards the soldiers and Scottish Hunter fighting at the end of the road, I suddenly forget to muse on the events that took place so far. Because at least a dozen I.H.L.s drag themselves out of the alley that runs next to the building with slow movements, and at the silent instructions of their leader puffing above them, they begin a clumsy but all the more determined stealth towards the unsuspecting troops. And at this point, my mind finally snaps out of the paralyzed contemplation and instead postpones my further smart observations, and my hand hastily reaches for the radio resting on my tactical vest so I can warn MacTavish before the bastards can surprise them.

"MacTavish! I.H.L.s are approaching you from behind!" I shout with an almost desperate urgency, and I tensely aim my eyes at the man, who continues to fight with restless momentum against the ever-coming mass of enemies. An icy terror shoots through me when I don't see any reaction from him, and only one of the soldiers turns back for a moment to check the authenticity of the information coming from me. And when he notices the lanky figures slowly emerging from the shadows of the walls, he quickly spins around and waves his hand to the rest of his comrades who have retreated to cover.

"They're behind us!" I hear the soldier's nervous voice in my ear, and now they all think it's better to turn around and deal with the new threat that is approaching them with dangerous certainty. Even so, the restlessness of the soldiers doesn't break the Hunter from his murderous activities, and he continues to wipe out the monsters showing up from the intersection, despite the fact that by now he is doing this by himself. And I frown in confusion, since he gives no sign of being aware of the catastrophe that will soon begin.

It seems I'm not the only one who notices this, because one of the soldiers hiding close by suddenly jumps up and motions towards the Hunter, no doubt trying to shout over the noise of the active battle. And when he doesn't succeed, he hastily leaves his hideout and sneaks closer to try to warn his superior again. This message finally reaches its destination, because the Scottish man puts down the mutant coming towards him in a fraction of a second, only to look back and face the creatures that are about to pounce on them.

But then it's too late, because the monstrosities, who have been advancing calmly up to this point, suddenly find their anger and attack the small group with all their uncontrollable bloodlust, and the Hunter and his men are now forced to defend themselves from two directions. The soldiers immediately start firing, but all efforts and even the Hunter fighting at their side are in vain when a handful of people don't stand a chance against these wretches. Since when the I.H.L.s reach them, the real carnage begins, and in the blink of an eye, the hopeless struggle thus far turns into total hell. They unstoppably burst into the combatants, and as one of the deformed creatures throws itself at the man shooting from behind a chunk of concrete, it grabs its victim by the neck with indefensible speed with its grotesque, spider-like long arms, and tears off the unfortunate soldier's head with playful ease, as if it had just tried to rip off a piece of grape from its cluster. And the acid rises in my throat at the sight with unforgiving force, and holding my hand in front of my mouth, I swallow back the contents of my stomach that want to burst out, which was led toward the outside world by fear so graciously.

I can't hear it, but it's enough to see MacTavish's mouth open in agony to feel the surprised fury in the scream that leaves the man's lips. But the fun isn't over yet, as the chaos of the night that turned into bloodshed is cut in two by a bone-chilling roar that draws my attention back to the unknown being who started this whole fucking event. And that bastard climbs down the side of the building where it had been observing up until now, sitting on top of the mutant behemoth, and gallops towards the group fighting desperately with its chest out. And my hands reflexively find my radio to do something, to warn someone who knows how to prevent the horror that is slowly unfolding before my eyes.

"MacTavish! There's one more coming up from behind!" I yell into the device at full volume, and I look again for the mentioned person, but instead of responding to my call, he throws himself into eliminating the beasts with even more aggression than before, like a cornered wild animal. And the unpleasant realization dawns on me that this cannot be the work of chance, and that he is not deliberately ignoring my call, but that some accident has happened with his communication device. And this, if possible, pushes me even further towards complete panic, the like of which I wasn't lucky enough to feel even in the forest. That's why I decide it's time to tell someone else about the mess the team got into.

"Riley!" I call for the masked Hunter, ignoring the panic that mixes with my voice that breaks through the radio. Because my instincts are taking over my brain, and it screams inside my skull that if my Scottish friend doesn't get help soon, I'm going to watch with my own two eyes as that fucking beast-riding mutant bastard guts him. And this is just enough to drive my body to the verge of dizziness. "MacTavish's team is surrounded, they need help!" I exclaim, and I shift my frantic gaze to the intersection through my binoculars, just in case Riley and one of his partners appear in the heat of the madness and rush to help.

However, for a nerve-wracking moment, no answer comes, and although I can hear the soldiers messaging each other in broken voices, none of them are the deep, British-accented ones I'm looking for. And that disgusting foreboding creeps into my skull, which tells me that something terrible might have happened to the other man, which prevents him from answering. And this possibility triggers even more ominous thoughts in my brain, which is already falling into a deeper pit of stress. But, when I hear the crackling of the radio in my ear, I almost instinctively feel a sense of relief, because I wouldn't be able to process so much crap in one night.

"Roger that. Stay where you are." Comes the rather concise reaction, and while his tone doesn't surprise me at all, his words are even more so. There is such a measured indifference radiating from the man over the line as he directs this firm instruction at me, that it instantly raises my blood pressure. Because I get the feeling that, he's belittling my concerns and disregarding my observations, and ignoring my entire report, as if it were nothing more than the unnecessary squealing of a silly little girl. Although I can accurately assess the superior confidence with which the demonic monster approaches our mutual friend, who is slowly running out of space to protect himself from threats.

"Riley, I'm not fucking kidding!" I snap at the man fiercely, and my fingers tighten around the radio with such force that I'm afraid it will crack in my grip. "There's a fucking I.H.L. riding a mutant, and it directs the other bastards there and they're cornering MacTavish and his team!" I explain to him, leaving behind all my pride and arrogance, which I have been so happy to convey to him during our conversations. With this, hoping that he will also understand the seriousness of the situation and will finally rally his people, and help the Scottish man so that we can get out of this cesspool together. Because the only chance of survival here is to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Whether this is the orderly and correct step or not.

"Continue to observe and hold your position!" He raises his voice now, informing me of his previously perfectly worded order a little more irritatedly, with which the problem so far wasn't that my brain cells couldn't process it. And I stare blankly into the distance, with my flaming eyes fixed on the man even through the ruined buildings covered with plants, because I'm unable to understand what is so damn hard to understand in the fact that without his help, his friend will soon kick the bucket. As I take another look at the battle taking place in the street, and see how the multitude of monsters and degenerate creatures are slowly closing in on MacTavish and his two companions who are still alive, my chest tightens with a stabbing pain. Too many enemies are arriving, and there is no end in sight to the bloody mess, and although the Hunter is heroically trying to stand his ground, it's perfectly clear that their chances of survival will soon be zero if something is not done urgently. And it seems that the man is also aware of this, because he nervously turns his head behind his back, looking for an escape route, so that when he notices the entrance to the small alley stretching to the left, he signals to his men to order them behind him. He keeps his weapon on the beats attacking them, trying to hold them back until he manages to fish out a grenade from his vest, and then throws the useful little bomb into the small gang of mutants. The force of the explosion causes the bastards to fly apart like startled birds, and those who are still hit by the detonation are blown into discrete pieces. It seems that MacTavish takes advantage of this momentary distraction, because by the time the dust and smoke clears, there is no sign of him and his friends. And even though I lose sight of them in this way, it still makes me more anxious to wonder how much time they will gain with this stunt before their pursuers catch up with them again.

My concerns are soon answered, because the mutant-riding I.H.L. stands only with immeasurable calmness at the edge of the scene of destruction, only to retreat for a fleeting moment, surveying its sweet little beasts with quite deceptive apathy. It gives the impression as it runs its milk-white gaze over its remaining bloodthirsty companions, as if it would just count how many chess pieces it has left, which it can mobilize in order to inflict maximum damage. And when it’s convinced that there are still enough scumbags that it can unleash on its victims, it once again directs the dozens of monsters towards the escape route used by the Scotsman with that eerily sensible gesture, and the brutes throw themselves onto the designated path with murderous enthusiasm. But it doesn't stay idle either, no. As soon as the last of its kind is swallowed up by the darkness of the side street, the monster below it suddenly moves and dashes after them with amazing speed. And it doesn't take much logic for me to figure out that this is going to be a hide-and-seek with an easily fatal outcome. And this gives me enough justification to try asking for help again.

"Riley!" I call for the man again, and I know that there is real desperation and anger in my voice, but the urgent feeling that with every passing minute, we are getting closer to the bloody highlight of this whole nerve-racking mission doesn’t let me rest. And when a few painfully long seconds pass and there is still no answer, my teeth clench so nervously that my jaw almost aches from it. What the fuck?

"MacTavish has left his position and is now being chased by a herd of mutants. If someone doesn't help them, they will most certainly die." I try again, now perhaps more impatiently than necessary, emphasizing each word separately. But again, I don't get any reaction, from which I can directly conclude that the man is probably swimming up to his knees in the carcasses of the beasts, and thus he can be in exactly as dire of a position as his friend with the mohawk. Because I know he wouldn’t deliberately ignore my warning about the suffering of his dear friend, considering how fiercely he defended his little unit from my harmful little scheming.

From this whole helpless situation, the image of MacTavish's mangled body, lying in the dirt swimming in blood while a beast feasts on him, flashes before my mind's eye inexplicably. The vision projected in my imagination seems so real that the pressure, which was benevolently suppressed by the compulsion to follow the events, once again returns to its well-accustomed place in my throat. Just the thought that the life of the man, who effectively sneaked into the corners of my dark little soul even during our fleeting time together, would die in such a violent and painful manner fills my limbs with unbearable pain.

And as I take in the sight of the gaping nest at the intersection and the monsters rampaging around it through my binoculars again, the very definite idea begins to take shape in the winding paths of my gray matter, that maybe it's time to leave my position that lulls me into the illusion of safety. Although all my survival instincts protest against the idea, I still have the best chance to rush to the aid of the Scottish Hunter, because his other comrades, just like him, are still fighting desperately for their lives. And this simple fact seems like such a logical step, which nevertheless sufficiently triggers the raging waves of adrenaline in my body. And the smile that makes its way to my face breaks out of me almost hysterically when I realize how far I have strayed from the selfish little ideas of my former self at this moment. Because while previously no one could have persuaded me to commit such a stupid and irresponsible move, now the voice in the deepest part of my skull is reviving, which drowns out the sounds of my selfishness, and which screams for me to pull myself together and finally do something. I've never been a coward, I've always been manipulative and calculating, so it's time to act before the terror in my stomach wins. Shit.

"I'll go after him." I announce my sudden decision with surprising ease, as soon as my fingers find my radio again. It's quite obvious that even though I could flee in silence and maybe even survive, every cell in me is furiously protesting the fleeting idea, as if the suggestion itself were a disgusting disease. And thinking rationally, I'm most definitely not going to get out of here alone tonight, so it would be best if I would actively do something so that I and my little friends can get through the night. Even if I put my own skin at risk.

"I told you not to leave your position! This is a command!" Riley's voice suddenly echoes in my ears, and I find it quite funny that breaking his instructions is what finally prompts him to react. I'd like to think he's sounding so aggressive over the radio because he's worried about my safety, but I know he probably just wants to avoid explaining how I died if I would actually bit the bullet during my rescue operation. And while my realistic self understands why he insists to idle my time away here, the fact that he would rather keep me at this fucking observation point than let me do what I'm willingly offering helps the poison spread through my veins. Now is not the time when he can flaunt his dominance, because once I have a rock-solid determination, very little will distract me from it. And the role of the strict Hunter is not one of them.

"I couldn't care less about your order, Riley." I throw my remark at him determinedly, and although I know that this will probably only fan the flames of his temper even more, unfortunately, this die is already cast. "I won't let him die." I explain to him my brief reasoning behind my sudden decision, and before I can even wait for his answer, my hands glide with automatic movements towards the communicator hidden deep in the side pocket of my pants, and with my clever little fingers I call up the map of the whole damn city so that I can look for the man with the mohawk on it. And when the little red dot marking him with his call sign appears, as he flees diligently heading west, then I already know what the target direction of my little action will be.

"Woods! Stay in your fuckin' position!" The masked man reprimands me again, but I only deal with this matter with a sarcastic snort, because at this point he already should know that he won't stop me with this, because he hasn't been able to divert me with his threats so far either. And only a hidden corner of my consciousness grasps the unknown and impatient tension, which until now I haven't heard in his deep voice, but I don't pay any importance to it now. After all, at this moment, the interpretation of his behavior, unfortunately, fell back in the order of priority. And because of this, I decide that I'd rather not waste any more words on this futile verbal battle, because I will get to where I need to be that much later.

"I'll let you know when there's a new development." I send him one last message, so that I can finally surrender to the impatient nervousness in my muscles, which pushes each of my limbs towards action. And although panic is still actively working in my veins, my realization gives me enough impetus to finally move. I push myself away from the handrail that has provided me with firm support until now, and sliding my binoculars back into their holder, I turn my back on the active battlefield, where the sound of loud gunfire and inarticulate howls still fills the space. I grab my assault rifle slung over my shoulder and start with hasty steps towards the stairs leading down from the overpass, crossing the broken concrete road. Even I'm amazed at how springy my movements are, as I take the steps in twos, only to start running immediately after a final check of my communicator.

I decide that I might have better luck avoiding the monsters whose after MacTavish if I try to approach them one street up, because the mutants are definitely working on cornering him. And if the beast-riding bastard is there with them, then unfortunately for the Hunter, but to my luck, maybe his trashy friends won't wander away from there. Because, even though I was suddenly promoted to a one-man relief army, my common sense and will to survive didn't leave me. I run across the wide road, from the end of which the sounds of the battle still reach me, and even though I still hear the memory of Riley's deep voice filled with anger, I only take one last look at the events taking place at the intersection. I will care about the man's rage when everyone is back in the safe and calm confines of the base. Maybe I'll even be happy if he scolds me.

A narrow stretch of road between ruined buildings appears in front of my eyes, and when I realize that the next part of my journey will lead to it, I double my speed and throw myself into the side street surrounded by crumbling walls. I'm greeted by nothing but ominous pitch darkness, and my nose is suddenly filled with the smell of wet vegetation and gunpowder traveling on the back of the wind, but I'm not deterred for a moment by this archival horror movie environment. It takes some time for my eyes to adjust to the world of the alley dominated by shadows, and for the few seconds until this happens, I continue sprinting without waiting, because my heart beating in my ears and the adrenaline bubbling in my veins tells me that there is no time to hesitate. But thanks to fate, my pretty little eyes overcome this obstacle after running a few meters blindly, and from then on I continue on the desolate road with full confidence.

My lungs are filled with decades of dust kicked up by my steps, and the fine crumbs of plaster peeling off the crumbling walls slowly fill my mouth, but even in spite of this, I hurry along the narrow and ridiculously long street. Sometimes I jump with the elegance of a gazelle over the many abandoned belongings and objects lying on the ground that are rotten beyond recognition, and my mind, focused on the task, doesn't stop to think about what a piece of cloth of dubious origin or an obscure outline that appears suspiciously might be. And I'm terribly grateful for that, because now I don't feel like getting into that kind of nostalgia.

When the claustrophobic feeling from wandering in the depths of the alley would finally start to get on my nerves, my small path suddenly ends and I get to another wide concrete road, in the middle of which an overturned large vehicle is lying still. And although most of the paint had peeled off, there are still a couple of yellow scale-like remnants left on it, from which I can deduce that it must have been a school bus once. And I prefer to direct my gaze to the hologram glowing in blue on my communicator, rather than to the windows that look like many screaming mouths, through which I catch the decaying frames of the torn seats for a moment.

I search for MacTavish's blinking little dot on the map again, and when I find it three streets down, pulsing unmovingly in one place, worry fills me. Because the fact that he decided to take a rest in the middle of his escape can mean two things. Either he managed to kill all the mutants, or something is actively preventing him from leaving. And if it's the latter, then I have to hurry because it could lead straight to his death.

I quickly identify the small, one-way street where I will continue my way, which is located one street directly above the position of the Hunter, so that I can leave behind the haunting ruins of the school and begin my frenzied sprint once again. My whole body continues to be doped by the ever-growing waves of adrenaline, which drives away the dryness that bites my esophagus, the burning tension in my muscles, and every other sensation, and pushes me further into the emptiness of the seemingly endless street. The moonlight colors the once serene surroundings in silver and lends a quite eerie atmosphere to the silence, which slowly envelops everything. The sounds of the battle in the combat zone behind me had long since disappeared, and nothing remains but the dull noise of my boots pounding on the concrete and the sound of my hurried breathing.

Every minute, I return to the map looming in blue with my eyes, and as the red dot marking the man with the mohawk, still blinking frozen in place, gets closer and closer, my heart rate soars to dangerous heights. Because I have a strong suspicion that my first hypothesis was correct, and that the being leading the mutants really directed all of his minions towards the Hunter, and that's exactly why MacTavish has been stalling in the same place for minutes, and that's why luck has so far spared me from running into stray I.M.L.. And this realization is a sufficient warning for caution, because at this point it becomes clear that I will have to come up with a tricky little tactic if I want to save not only the man and his friends, but also my own skin.

And when I finally see the end of this damned street, I rather take back my momentum, because I hear the unmistakable deep, rasping and definitely otherwordly grunts and growls, the likes of which only a single lifeform can emit. With cat-like steps, I sneak closer to the end of the street to look for a temporary hiding place, snuggling up against the side of a building dotted with decaying old plaster. I slowly and silently slide my communicator back into my pocket, as I suspect it will be obvious where the Scotsman and his companions have been confined. Resting my palm against the wall, I lean out of the my hideout, and when I see the mob of beasts, my eyebrows nervously furrow. Because a good thirty meters away, they are peacefully huddling in front of an alley, from which the muffled sounds of fighting are heard. And they have every reason to be calm, because the mutant-riding I.H.L. does the same, and observes the events of the battle that emanate from the dark alley with deep indifference. As my gaze glides across the gathered herd to assess how many of them are there, I see a small group of monsters circling the ground with great interest. And as soon as one of them moves, I can finally see what occupied them so effectively. Although there is only a blood-soaked, mangled corpse lying on the ground, I only need to look at the uniformed leg dangling from one of the beast's sharp, needle-like teeth to know that by now MacTavish may be the last survivor of his team. And I thank the stress hormone working in me for kindly suppressing the first friendly waves of nausea, because I don't want to be caught just because I do a technicolor yawn.

And before I can analyze the situation further, I hear a loud bang of a gun firing, which is followed by sick silence. It seems that the little fucker riding the beast could have been waiting for this, because it seizes this opportunity and decides to join the party, raising an object that looks terriby close to a spear in its hand. My chest suddenly tightens as my brain takes in the facts, and then the decision is born in me that I have to act now, or the Hunter, who may have run out of ammunition and weapons, and may be injured and exhausted, won't be able to stand his ground against this scumbag. Even if every fiber of my being hopes the contrary.

And this, instead of causing me to fall into despair, in some inexplicable way rekindles the bubbling energy in my veins that I last felt when I locked eyes with that fucking wild boar. And although I thought that my body wasn't shaken for a moment by that faithful meeting, I'm still glad that this image is etched in my memory. Because now at least I will benefit from the unquestionable determination that once again overwhelms me, and now even though not my survival depends on it, I let this unknown force lick my insides with angry flames. And my brain in a heightened state magically comes up with the plan that I have to implement. And for some reason, I have no doubts about its success.

My fingers nimbly fish out the flash grenade resting on my vest, and its other two much more destructive brothers, because it seems much more logical and poetic to shred these garbage into confetti, as they did with the unsuspecting soldiers. I emerge from the cover of the wall for the last time, and I see that the monsters are still waiting for me at their dinner table, stuffing their faces, and this suddenly makes me want to kill them even more. My body moves almost by itself, and I aim my weapon with automatic movements, then throw the flash grenade between the gathered mutants with such precision as if I had been doing this all my life. I quickly hide myself behind the wall again, and the bastards don't even have time to process what's happening, because as soon as the sneaky little gadget hits the ground, the blinding light that escapes from it momentarily covers the entire ruined street. And when a deafening whine-like sound erupts from them, I know that my vile little distraction was effective.

I grasp the opportunity, and I don't give them time to recover from this, but I activate the two companions that are more powerful than the flash grenade, and I send them flying on their destructive journey straight between the paralyzed, frozen creatures. And although I once again retreat to the protective shield of the building, when the hand grenades land, they explode with a well-known boom, after which nothing remains but the air movement and the mass of dust flying with it. Thus, even in the shelter of my hiding place, I hear the wet splashing of torn bodies of the beasts and the sharp thump of the debris hitting the ground, and I take this as the sign that I can finally make my entrance on the blood-covered stage.

I step out onto the concrete road with every inch of my body filled with determination, and I see, through the dispersing smoke, that my little surprise has indeed achieved the necessary effect. The remains of bodies mutilated beyond recognition lie on the ground, and even the luckier ones, those who are still moving and writhing on the mangled leashes of their own limbs, will no longer pose a threat. I briskly cross the street that has become the site of bloodshed, and my boots clatter with a disgusting sound in the dirt soaked with dark body fluids, but instead of being repulsed by the whole sight, a small joy awakens in my soul, because they all deserved it. Each and everyone of them.

It doesn't take long for me to reach the entrence of the alley, and when I arrive, I lose momentum for split second, and I pause to survey the scene unfolding before me. MacTavish might have been able to struggle heroically against the enemy until now, because the narrow street is covered by the many lifeless corpse of I.M.L.s, and it must have been a miracle of God that he survived in this hot water until now. But now, backing towards the end of the dead end alley, his hands are pressed to his stomach, where the remnants of his tactical vest and T-shirt hang in jagged pieces, giving a clear view of the long, claw-like cuts that run across his torso. A painful moan escapes the man, and his gaze glowing with weak red light is fixed on the beast towering over him, and on the deformed creature sitting on it, who is preparing to finish its cruel work with its spear raised high. And this awakens such anger and hatred in me, the heat of which burns my insides alive, and along which the energy burns even more strongly in my veins, sending a single message to my brain. Kill it. And it doesn't have to be said twice.

Before the scumbag can even make its next move, I grab my assault rifle and aim it without hesitation to pump the bastart full of bullets. My gun fires with a series of loud bangs, and I manage to surprise the mutant, because by the time it realizes what's happening, the fired bullets are already piercing through its body, and maybe even Riley himself would be proud of how efficiently I take I.H.L. down with my sharpened senses. A shrill scream erupts from it, then with a dull thump the human-like creature turns from the throne it had occupied until now, and as soon as it sprawls on the dirty ground, its pet also notices that something is very wrong. The mutant turns with such fervor, as if it were genuinely enraged by my intervention, which it might be. But I'm not frightened by the way it snarls and focuses all its attention on me, because when it lunges towards me and wants to get up on two legs to throw itself at me, I deploy my mean little rifle again and shoot the fucker with deadly efficiency, focusing on its chest, because the useful wisdom that I learned during my training appears in my brain. And I know from this that if I cause enough damage, it will fall to the ground. I don't have to be disappointed in the knowledge I've acquired from my teachers, because when a bunch of bloody gaping holes cover the brute's broad chest, it falls in the filth next to its master. As I unwaveringly walk towards it, and when with its last breath, the milky white eyes resting on its wrinkled, tumor-distorted head look up at me, then I decide to take pity on it and free it from its suffering, and I present it with one last bullet to its skull. It takes a few seconds for me to realize that it's over and I've killed both of them. And then the murderous red fog clears from my mind, and all my attention shifts to the Hunter kneeling at the back of the alley.

"MacTavish!" I shout, and I don't even try to get rid of the worry in my voice, because my nervous system is too overloaded to be able to work on such stunts. Instead, my body moves almost automatically, and I hurry through the narrow alley covered with corpses, shoving my weapon over my shoulder. And the closer I get, the more my anxiety increases, because this way I finally have the opportunity to measure the man's not-so-rosy state in detail.

"Woods... " He moans, and as he looks up at me, and the reddish glow in his eyes suddenly dissapears, which prompts me, when I finally reach him, to stumble and fall on my knees next to him, frantically directing my bright eyes at the injuries on his stomach and chest. “Why are you here? " He asks the completely logical question, yet impatience awakens in me from the way he is trying to question my actions through his pain.

"I came to save you." I tell him quickly and matter-of-factly, pushing his body back towards the wall of the alley with trembling hands so that he can rest while I assess the damage. The large cuts on his suntanned skin show off in an angry red color, from the deep furrows of which crimson blood gushes out, soaking what is left of his clothes. And as soon as I see the characteristic texture of the raw meat emerging on his belly, I don't hesitate any longer, I pull myself together and finally get to work. I can now perform what I was brought to do. Fuck!

"Leave me here..." He pleads with a his face distorted by pain, and as he closes his eyes, his head falls back and connects with the bricks with a soft thud, then I place my palms on his wounds without any delay, and fixing my gaze on his body, I aim the tensely bubbling waves of my energy towards him. "Go... Run..." He starts again with the martyr, self-sacrificing speech, and my teeth clench with such force from frustration that I feel my jaw ache from it.

"Shut up, Soap!" I glare at him, and even I myself don't notice what's slipping out of my mouth, but it's just enough to grab the Hunter's languid attention for a moment and snap him out of his self-pity. Only the beginnings of a cheeky smile appear on his lips, but before he can share his witty comment with me, suffering takes over his features again. And I take advantage of his silence to focus all my attention on healing, and as the complicated system of blood vessels, muscles and organs appear in my brain, and then the gaping cuts running across them, I close my eyes and cling to the damaged tissues with my own energy. In my mind, I watch how the torn blood vessels slowly but surely connect again, and I see how the torn fibers of the tissues intertwine, and gradually everything takes on its original, undamaged and flawless state. As the gashes of his wounds slowly disappear under my palms, the muscles that have been tense from agony also relax, and when a relieved sigh escapes from the man's mouth, I know that this will be enough for now. He probably won't die now, and although he still will be weak from the blood loss, he's just well enough to make a break for it. Because my womanly intuition tells me that my entrance was so radical that it will soon attract the scumbags who might have been idly looking around the area until now.

"Pull yourself together, MacTavish, we've got to go!" I warn the man in a firm voice, and shuffilng next to him I reaching under his arm to help him stand up by spreading my hand on his back. Surprisingly, the Hunter obeys my request right away, and hisses as he struggles to a standing position with me, putting his weight on me until he manages to pull himself together ready to go. "We have to get to the cars!" I tell him the facts, which represent the only possibility for survival, and which our other comrades have probably already set their sights on.

MacTavish acknowledges my proposal with only a weak nod, then sets off with me towards the entry of the alley as fast as he can, and I hastily lead him over the cadavers of so many beasts lying in the dust. As we pass the monster-riding F.H.L., I take one last look at its lanky, frighteningly pale body. And so, up close, it's even more unnatural how humanlike the mutation of the virus left it. I can't think of a reasonable explanation for this phenomenon, but since now is not the time for scientific reflection, I will save the whole problem for a later date. In my small room at the base, after a warm shower, I will stretch out in my bed and create hypotheses.

But when we reach the opening of the alley, the demonic growling sounds reach my ear canals again, signaling the approach of another fucking difficulty. These damned bastards never seem to run out, which awakens the suspicion me, that by size of the nest here, something really shady is behind the whole operation. Because it's quite certain that it wan’t the magically accelerated development of the virus that caused this whole tragic circus.

But before my thoughts can go any further, we step out into the street, and with that, we come face to face with the reception committee, who, breaking out of their mourning over the remains of their dead comrades, fix their eyes on us. And when the angry bloodthirst flares up there, I already know that there is still one more obstacle to go before we can even get to the end of the whole pile of shit. I push MacTavish's body against the wall of the building lining the side street, and he just leans against the hole-filled plaster with a weak groan full of suffering. He tries to say something to me, but before he could even start his sermon, I already have the gun in my hand again, and with all my remaining concentration I try to shoot down as many of the beasts swinging towards us almost simultaneously as possible.

And when life intervenes, and after a few shots I run out of ammo, I reach for the supply on my vest with hasty movements, but when the new magazine is just in my grasp, a beast appears in front of me, and I reflexively jump back before it could cut me open with its knife-like claws. And even though I thank the reflexes of my kind, my joy doesn't last long, because during my little maneuver, my foot skillfully finds one of the many pieces of debris lying on the ground. And as the piece of stone drifts under the sole of my boot and knocks me off my balance, I fell on my ass in such a beautiful curve that under other circumstances I would surely get a funny remark from my Scottish friend. But he holds into against the brick wall, hovering on the edge of unconsciousness, and doesn't pay attention to my clumsiness.

I fix my eyes on the monster attacking me, who has now been joined by a couple of its no less-dangerous friends, to end my life together. And I, keeping my eyes on them, reach for another magazine, because I cleverly dropped the previous one in the middle of my landing and released it somewhere among the other rubble. But by this time, the stress makes my movements properly uncoordinated, and although my mind is clear and continues to urge my body to act, my fingers suddenly become clumsy, even though I have already done this a thousand times with my masked trainer. It shouldn't be a problem for me to change a magazine, but as my brain takes in the mutants who are menacingly stalking towards me, waiting to pounce, then almost a short circuit occurs in every corner of my head. And the sly little voice in the back of my skull tells me that the effect of the adrenaline is diminishing, and that the energy I spent on healing the Scottish man is slowing me down at the moment.

However, after a few torturous seconds, my hand finally succeeds, just as the beast that wanted to slice me up gets tired of the slow, sinister stalking and swings towards me, springing into the air. And I aim my weapon at the monster as fast as I can, but before either of us can succeed in executing our attack, a metallic flash appears out of nowhere and hits the monster's head with such force that it splits apart with a gut-wrenching crack like an overripe melon. The dark blood of the mutant splashes on my face, but I'm unable to deal with it, because my mind is much more occupied by the very sinister figure that appears behind the beast falling to the ground.

It takes me a moment to comprehend who has come to save us, and when I finally realize that it's Riley, an indescribable shock washes over me. Because despite the fact that I voluntarily put my life on the line against his firm orders, I'm sufficiently surprised that he's still here. And as his furiously widened, red-glowing eyes survey my form sprawled among the debris, and then move on to his friend, who has fallen to the ground along the wall behind me, dirty with blood, then such a dangerous, ice-cold fury begins to flow from him that it freezes the blood in my veins. And although only the pale shine of the moon gives us some light, I can still clearly see the strained line of his broad shoulders, which makes him look quite like a predator ready to pounce. Even though for a fleeting moment it seems as if he wants to say something, he turns without a word in the direction of the mutants who are still carousing here, and then concentrates the poison that is surely raging inside him on them. And that's when I manage to observe what did he use so skillfully to free me from the bastard attacking me, and his makeshift weapon makes my eyes widen in an almost comical way. Because he lifts the traffic signpost with such ease, as if it were a twig, and with even more effortlessness and faster than that, he hits the devilish creatures leaping towards him with the piece of concrete at its end. And when I understand that this guy tore a fucking traffic sign out of the ground with his bare hands, in order to continue fighting with it, then, in addition to the surprise, something completely different reaches my nervous system, which is struggling to process the events. Because there is something quite animalistic in the way his body pulsates with power as he kills his enemies with the brutal strength and unstoppable momentum of a big cat. I feel a dull tingle in my stomach in an irrational way, and my mouth besomes dry in a fucked up manner as I stare at his strong figure rampaging and killing.

And scolding myself, I divert my attention from the massacare unfolding in front of me before I can even analyze how artistic I find the line of his broad back in the middle of the fucking bloodshed, as he beats down and degrades the I.M.L.s that come in front of him to pulp. Instead, I break out of my observation and get up on my feet again to hurry with quick steps to MacTavish, who is now lying limp at the bottom of the brick wall, immersed in the beneficial darkness of unconsciousness. My fingers carefully slip on his neck, and as I feel the slow, even pulse under the urgent searching of my energy, I calm down and turn back to our savior.

Riley takes care of all the mutants present with surprising speed, and then, when he has mutilated them all beyond recognition, he casually throws away his weapon and it lands with a loud crash on the street, which has now turned into total bloody chaos. It seems that he was able to release the accumulated tension, because when he turns his gaze to us again, he looks far more relaxed, and he strides towards us with confident steps, sizing up our little couple with his eyes. And when he stops next to me, he bends down without comment to throw his Scottish comrade on his back with a rather light movement, as if the well-built man was nothing more than a rag doll. And this is probably the case, if I only consider the way he got his previous weapon.

"Let's go. The others are waitin' for us at the edge of the combat zone." He says briefly, and even I'm surprised at how flat his deep voice sounds, despite the fervor with which he began the slaughter just minutes ago. And I'm not going to present him with an apt remark, but with a silent nod, I agree to his suggestion, because I also can't wait to finally be able to leave this fucking place. And if he hastened so enthusiastically to save us, then I won't talk back to him, thanks to whom my head is still in place. At least for a while, for sure.

The smoldering eyes of the masked man scan my face for a fleeting second, as if searching for something, but then, after a brief nod, he sets off in the direction of the road back, and starts running as fast as if he hadn't fought for half the night and wasn't weighed down by the one of his companions. And certainly, for a Hunter belonging to the SSS class, all of this doesn't pose any particular difficulties, yet for the first time, I'm amazed at the cold professionalism with which he handles this whole situation. After all, it occurs to me that this whole mission ended in a complete disaster, which no one could have predicted. The responsibility for this rests on his shoulders, despite the fact that even he can't predict the future, and even his super-sharp Hunter senses couldn't foresee the series of mishaps and sad accidents that would follow each other during the night. And the fact that we are now in the ruins of the deserted city, fleeing together towards the edge of the combat zone, is also only thanks to the immeasurable benevolence of fate.

We get back to the road we marched down at the beginning of our operation surprisingly quickly, and I'm filled with immeasurable gratitude that I can finally leave this godforsaken pile of ruins behind me, which only enriched me with a lot of new and quite pleasant experiences. Without a doubt, I overachieved the task imposed on me in a quite reckless manner, and I have no doubt that because of this, the man who continues to advance steadfastly in front of me will have an unsolicited word or two for me. But that's the least of the problems I experienced during the night, because his small punishment is dwarfed by what I saw. Because here something quite large had slipped by the wayside, which even Laswell's omniscient little information couldn't have avoided. And suddenly I remember the camera still merrily recording on my chest, and I thank my foresight and her clever procuring skills, because if Price doesn't see with his own eyes what MacTavish and I were able to experience in this goddamn place, then he won't believe it. If someone were to tell me that the I.H.L.s and the I.M.L.s united under their mutant-riding leader and surprised a team of trained Hunters and soldiers who had been through dozens of missions, then I would also offer that person a special medicine to stop imagining things. But this was different. This was reality. And nothing proves it better than the unconscious Scottish guy traveling on the back of the masked Hunter, who suffered this story firsthand. And the dull throbbing in my limbs, left behind by the long-gone adrenaline, is a very nice reminder that I, too, was lucky enough to admire this horror on several occasions. And although, for now, my brain can't dwell on this, I'm sure that I will have a thousand assumptions while watching the nice little recordings. Because we need to find an explanation for this.

When we finally arrive at the edge of the combat zone, and the waiting vans appear in front of me, my heart beating in my chest finally slows down a bit. The members of the Watcher team anxiously survey our arriving small group, and I look at the handful of survivors who remained from the original fifteen-person team that sneaked into the city with a similar gloom. And these four unfortunates have also seen better days, and even though all their limbs are intact at least, I know that as soon as we return to the base, I need to treat them immediately, because they have plenty of injuries to take care of. And this is another cruel stab in the festering wound caused by the events.

"Start the countdown when we leave. We don't leave it up to chance." Riley gives his first instructions to one of the soldiers left behind, who with a quick nod pulls out his remote control and then jumps into one of the vehicles with his companions. And I follow the masked man, who opens the back door of the other car with fast movements, and then, entering, lays his friend on the ground as carefully as if he were made of glass.

None of us waste any more time waiting, because the next step is to escape from here. We also get into the van, and after I find my seat, I lean forward and slide my hand on my patient's neck again, checking his vitals in a quick second, which flickers reassuringly steadily under the curious touch of my energy. Fortunately, I arrived in time to save him, and thanks to Laswell's pampering, I came here full enough to be able to save the man's life. But if I got there even a minute later, or Riley didn't come after us to help my stupid self stuck in the corner, things would be different now. And now, for the first time, I don't find it difficult to admit that even though I don't regret for a minute that I defied him, my dark little heart beats gratefully that nevertheless he rushed to our aid. Even if his efforts were more for his partner than for me.

And instead of brooding, I decide that it's time to regenerate the man with the mohawk a little, because by the time we get back, he should be alert enough to stand in as a witness to tell the story of what happened tonight. I gently place my palm on his neck and direct my force in even waves toward the unconscious MacTavish to breathe life into his exhausted body again. And when Riley throws himself down in front of me after the van takes off with full throttle, my troubled gaze meets his now familiar chocolate-colored eyes. And with an almost habitual sense, I decipher the thoughts swirling in them, which now pose even less of a challenge. Because in his stare, there is exactly the same grim restlessness that has settled in my head.

For a moment, an orange light paints his face as the bombs left behind explode in the distance, and none of us need to say a word to know that tonight is just the beginning of something terribly messed up.

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Flirting with Danger

Ramon x f reader

Chapter 2: One of Us

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You were prepared for a lot of things, but not this.

Ramon instantly took a liking to you and sitting in VIP soon became a common occurrence, much to the annoyance of the other bottle girls.

You’d be working, going about your shift and vibing with the music, then the moment Ramon strolled in, with his pack behind him, he’d greet you with a huge smile and guide you to the table with a gentle hand on your lower back. It got to the point where you barely worked when Ramon was there. And no one was stupid enough to argue with him about it. Your shift was over when he said it was over.

As your second month at Roxanne draws near, you start to form a friendship with Ramon. You found it surprisingly easy to talk to him, laugh with him - there was something about Ramon that felt so … effortless? So much so you couldn’t help but wonder what if, what if you met under different circumstances? What if there was a world, where a murder-happy Ramon didn’t exist?   What could this be if he wasn’t a madman?

As Ramon got comfortable with you, he started flirting more openly in a playful way. Trying to stay smart about this, you knew you couldn't give into your desires and kept your walls up. You stuck to your boundaries so well in fact, that one day when he tried to kiss you, you stepped back and his big brown eyes filled with confusion, followed by a flash of hot anger.

You still remember that moment like it was yesterday. Your heart nearly stopped beating and not in the fun way , in the oh shit I'm going to die way . After the rejection, he angrily cursed and walked away from you. Ramon ignored you the rest of the night, busying himself with his family, his friends, dancing, having girls all over him.

But through all of this, his eyes kept searching for you. And no matter if he was laughing, ranting, or smiling the moment you’d make eye contact his expression would drop, briefly revealing the fact that he was sulking underneath all the performing of not caring and having fun.

You kept busy working that night. It was easier than being scared shitless and sitting awkwardly in their section. It was the tensest you’ve ever been, muscles tight, jaw clenched, at one point you were sure your hands were sweating.

Your thoughts were working overtime and just when you contemplated asking to leave early, Dina found you and escorted you upstairs to the office. As you two head for the stairs, you notice Ramon in VIP, dancing with two girls. One of them was kissing all up on him, and you felt a tiny tinge of something you shouldn’t be feeling at  all, jealousy. You follow Dina and push the thought away, he’s not my man. I don’t care. It’s fine.

You shift your mind instead to Dina and ponder why she pulled you away. A new level of anxiety rose quickly with each step and by the time you both entered the office; your heart was pounding in your chest.

Though Ramon was instantly intrigued and smitten, the rest of the family took some more work, especially Benjamin and Enedina. Benjamin finally started warming up a little, in his way, and Dina, well, you weren’t sure. She was stoic and intimidating.

Dina leaned against the desk and lit a cigarette. Leaving you hanging on her silence, with just the music pumping in the background, she takes a drag, crosses her arms, and looks you over.

You don’t know if it was due your anxiety, but one of the many thoughts lingering in your mind makes it to your lips, “I know he’s mad at me, I didn’t mean to upset him, I just -, i don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Dina, you realized, noticed everything. So, you were always extra careful around her. She was like the wise owl of the family despite her young years. After rejecting Ramon, you noticed her in the distance, she saw everything.

Giving nothing away on how she’s feeling or why you’re up here. Dina takes another drag of the cigarette and stands tall. She walks over to the blinds and uses her fingers to make an opening.  She watches the dance floor. You stand at her side. “Look, right there.” She points.

You follow her finger and notice Ramon in the crowd.

Enedina continues. “He’ll be fine. You see, even with all those people around him, he’s still looking for you.”

You take a closer look. The long-haired girl is kissing on his neck, two of the Narcos juniors are close and talking to him. But Ramons eyes search the room, scanning everyone's faces. Instead of laughing and smiling his expression, even from this distance, looks more solemn.

You take a deep breath in then out and lower your head.

Dina moves her fingers; the blinds bounce back into place.  “He’ll cool off. Go home.” She said, taking another drag.

“What if - will I get in trouble?”

Dina chuckles, “I’ll take care of it. Just go.”

Despite keeping a poker face, you were freaking out. Being on Ramons bad side is the last fucking thing you needed.

Dina walked over to the door. She opens it for you. Maybe this was her way of calming you, before you busted a blood vessel. Maybe you passed the Enedina test?

You thank her and leave the office. You make a b-line for the back rooms, gather your things and leave. You didn’t let yourself look back, but you were sure Ramon watched you leave.

As you stepped outside, your last undercover job replayed in your mind. You’ve been in tough situations before, even on the last job, but this feels like the most dangerous one of all. On top of that, you realized your emotions were now involved and this was definitely something to worry about.

Did you actually have feelings for Ramon?

Were you starting to feel attached to this family?

You found yourself wishing they weren’t so - likeable and charming...and fun. It would make all of this so much easier. At least with your last undercover, they were bad people who also sucked as human beings, it made it easy to do your job and stay detached, but this mission wouldn’t be so seamless.

Returning to your car, you started running a list of all the bad things about Ramon, and the Arellano Felix family. You had to hold on to these, you had to keep them in the front of your mind.  

…

After a good night of sleep, you wake and feel hopeful for the days to come. You were good at your job . And this family would be your ultimate test. You could do this. You just have to stay on the right side of the tracks and quell the fires burning inside of you.

As you purge your mental notes and prepare for your next monthly report, the phone rings. It’s almost as if fate heard your thoughts and decided to fuck with you. The moment you hear the voice on the other side of the phone you feel both joy and panic.

“Princesa,” though you can’t see him, you can hear Ramon’s smile on the other side of the phone, “what are you doing today?”

“Nothing much…” you lean against the hallway wall and contemplate finding an excuse to hang up. But you want to talk to him, you like the sound of his voice. “You?”

“Just hanging with my turtle,” he said with a childlike innocence. A completely different tone from last night when you rejected the kiss. “You should meet him!”

You chuckle, “You have a pet turtle?”

“Hell yeah I do, you’d like him - he’d like you.” Ramon replied.

With each word exchanged, the feeling of panic lessened, being replaced by excitement.  

“I’d like to meet him.” You say before realizing it.

Ramon perks up on the other end, “Spend the day with me. I’ll pick you up.”

Before you could say no, Ramon hung up.

Then it hits you, how did he get your number? And you couldn’t call him back, you didn’t have his. The feeling of panic starts to rise again. But, much to your embarrassment, you’re actually looking forward to seeing him. You could go somewhere for the day, then he’d show up to an empty apartment (which if he had your  number, he surely knew where you lived too), or, you could stay and just see, out of curiosity, how the day goes?

Deciding to test the waters, you pack up your project for the day and hide everything out of sight. You had no plans of inviting him up, but it would still be smart to hide this stuff anyway. After doing that, you take a shower and get ready.

After getting ready, you hang around watching TV mindlessly, your head filled with Ramon. You knew from investigating the family, now seeing it with your own eyes, Ramon is a moody guy. He was like the weather, without notice a storm could roll it, the sun could rise, or the day could be dark and misty. Though he was overall fun loving and youthful, it was still hard to know for sure what you’d get with Ramon. It made the fact that he could kill ruthlessly even scarier.

You make a decision to be adventurous today but stay smart. No kissing Ramon. No matter how much you wanted to. You’d keep it light, like friends and then bring your ass right back home. You’d walk the fine line and try your damn hardest to stay on his good side.

…

When you met Ramon outside, you felt butterflies in your stomach. He looked cute enough to eat in his very expensive, very flashy red car.  After greeting you with excitement, he held the passenger side door open for you as you got inside. He even put your seatbelt on for you.

As you settled in, he watched you with a smile. “Anywhere you want to go?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, let’s drive and see where we end up.”

Liking this idea, Ramon grinned. His warm brown eyes leave yours and settle on the road as the car speeds away from your building. You remind yourself of three things.

I have a job to do, stay focused.

Do not kiss Ramon, or let him kiss you

Stay on the right side of the tracks

To your surprise, it ends up being one of the most beautiful days you’ve had in a long time and through it all, Ramon remains chill. You were sure the pot helped, which you very gently turned down. You are an agent, but you have enjoyed your share of bud once in a while, in the past. Was it wrong? Yeah but, no one was really a saint, right? But Ramon didn’t need to know that, and you definitely needed your full alertness around him

The day started with a scenic drive; it was gorgeous. Ramon was a fast driver and you kept hoping to God or whatever was in the sky that you didn’t die or crash. But once he finally switched to cruising mode, you were thanking your stars and enjoyed the ride more.

During this drive, he asked if you were hungry and the two of you stopped to get some food. You ate outside and enjoyed the perfect day. After being on the road for a while, the two of you pass through a small town and see an outside concert in the park. You park the car and enjoy the show for a while before hitting the road again. After this, you pass through a larger city and stop at an art exhibit that caught your eye.

Inside, you can’t stop smiling and laughing as Ramon studies the art. He gets way more into it than you expected, likely due to the pot. Watching him alone made the stop worth it. As the sun starts to set, you stop somewhere for dinner and Ramon insists you get milkshakes as well. During dinner, Ramon picks from your plate and drinks from your straw. He even urged you to toss fries in his mouth so he could catch them.

You haven’t dated in a while, and especially not here in Mexico. But the whole day definitely feels like a date. Though you are enjoying it fully, you keep reminding yourself of the three things.

I have a job to do, stay focused.

Do not kiss Ramon, or let him kiss you

Stay on the right side of the tracks

As the day draws to a close, Ramon doesn’t bring you home. He brings you to his house. Before you can finally realize what's happening, he ushers you inside and gives you a tour. Everyone is there, Benjamin, Enedina, Francis, their freaking mother.

In your mind you kept repeating, oh fuck oh fuck, this is actually happening. Smile. Don’t look freaked. Smile. Be normal. Ramon even introduces you to his turtle.

Though you gently suggest you should go home because it was late, Ramon brushes it off and insists you join him in his game room , “ it would be fun.” You figured as much, but after spending this whole say with him, you realized it’s near impossible to say no to Ramon. He was like an excited little kid dragging you along to see all his favorite things.

As he promised, you did have fun. The room was full of every game you could imagine with a huge TV on the wall. Ramon is competitive, but you are too, it only adds to how much fun the two of you are having.

Before you realize it, the clock says 11pm. You really need to get home. Plus, you need to get your report started. You were already 3 days late. As you think about this, Ramon returns to the room with a big bucket of popcorn, wearing a wide silly grin.

“Ramon, I should go home. I have a long day tomorrow. This was really fun though.” You said.

He flashes those puppy dog eyes at you, “just stay over. We have extra bedrooms,” he drops down on the oversized couch next to you, some popcorn spills out of the bowl. He takes a handful and watches the movie on the screen.

You look down, his thigh is pressing against yours, “-maybe another time. I do need to get home.”

“I’ll drive you back in the morning.” Ramon, eyes still on the screen, hands you the bowl.

Fuck.

You weigh your options and the possible reactions you could rise out of him if you keep insisting. Do you just sleep in one of these rooms for the night, in this ridiculous mansion, or do you continue to push your point? Was it worth it to possibly set him off?

Ramons laugh draws your eyes back to him. You can’t even remember what movie he put on; you were too busy freaking out internally.

“Here, have some,” he notices you don’t eat any popcorn and turns to you. Ramon picks one up and holds it, like he’s going to toss it.

“No, “you smile and shake your head, “I'm fine.”

Ramon grins and tosses it your way anyway. It hits your cheek. Ramons laughs and tosses another, then another until you open your mouth to catch them.

As the movie plays, Ramon eventually ends up laying across your lap. You know you should move him, but you don’t want to. Before you can stop yourself, you reach down and touch his hair. Ramon instantly melts to your touch and hums. When you stop, he turns and looks up at you, “Don’t stop.”

Despite your best efforts, you feel like puddy in his hands. You thread your fingers through his hair, and he grins, returning to his previous position. At some point, Ramon falls asleep in your lap. You watch him sleep for a while and notice the way his arm is securely around your legs. He looks so peaceful like this, so angelic.

The thing that’s having the biggest effect on you is the fact that he didn’t force himself on you. He just enjoyed the day with you and that makes you want to kiss him even more. You never imagined the dangerous moody Ramon could be so - respectful. It fucks with your emotions even more.

You sigh and stare at the end credits on the screen. This feels nice, peaceful. And it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t at all. Sleep soon lulls you, washing over you like a wave.

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Ahh, I wanted to post a story from each of the members first before I gave into my Jimin obsession, but this is the only Halloweenie kind of story I have so hopefully it will do.

This one is called Unexpected Gift.

Warning ⚠️

Tags - rape/noncon, magical pregnancy, ghost/phantom, childbirth, rapid pregnancy, teen pregnancy (17 year old Jimin), kinda bondage.

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Jimin finally decided to head to the showers an hour after soccer practice. He liked spending extra time. That's how he was the best. No one even blinked an eye when he spent his whole afternoons on the soccer field. They knew he'd always have his homework done for the next day. He always ensured he was fed right and got enough sleep all around his hectic schedule, so no one ever cared that he would spend hours alone at the school practicing. It was his time.

Today he finished a bit early because he had organised to go out with his friends. It was a Thursday night, so they could go out to all the late shops and just be their teenage boys. He was meeting the six boys in front of the dorms at 6:30pm, and as he checked his watch, it was just after 5pm. He had time to shower, return to his dorm room, and change into something lovely. He wasn't stressed about his plans at all. It was a huge help going to the boarding school because there weren't any parents to nag or say anything.

Jimin smiled as he jogged into the locker room, putting his soccer ball into his locker before taking his towel and spare clothes out of the sports bag he had brought. He changed into his underwear, not concerned by anyone seeing his nicely toned body but sure that no one was still there, and headed into the showers. He hung his towel on the rack beside the cubical and placed his clothes on the seating bench just outside so they didn't get wet. After his first few showers, he picked up a routine and always stuck to it to ensure everything remained dry. He headed into the shower, closed the curtain, and turned the warm water on. He was not worried about his underwear as he always brought spare ones.

He ran his hand under the water for a few seconds, ensuring it was at the right temperature before stepping under. He let out a relaxing sigh as the warmth dulled the ache in his overworked muscles. He happily scrubbed his hair in the water, washing out all the sweat and dirt collected while also cleansing his body. He reached over to the wall-mounted soap dispenser and collected a large glob of body wash. He thoroughly washed it through his hair and all over his body, removing the germs. He rarely washed his hair with shampoo or conditioner. Only when there was something important did he treat himself. Classic teenage boy.

Jimin washed all the suds off his body, scrubbing his intimate areas very well. He was a stickler for good personal hygiene. He washed thoroughly, just reaching to turn the shower off when suddenly he felt a hand on his ass. He gasped and jumped away, spinning around to face the person groping him. He frowned when he found nothing there. He stepped forward and pulled the curtain back to check outside the shower but still, there was no one. Weird. Jimin thought and then passed it off as a phantom feeling.

He turned back to turn the shower off again when he felt another hand on his lower back this time, and it felt like it was pulling against him. Jimin growled, trying to sound scary and spun around again, ready with his fist to punch whoever was touching him, but once he looked again, there was no one. He rushed out of the shower, looking through the bathroom, searching for the person who was obviously messing with him. "Who's there?" He called.

No answer. The silence allowed Jimin's voice to echo through the empty room, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He wanted to leave now, as quickly as possible. He moved back into the shower, getting his hand onto the tap, when suddenly he felt two hands grip his butt again and pull his ass cheeks open. He yelped in surprise, jumping in fear, but the hands didn't leave him this time. He stumbled as a force pushed him against the wall. Jimin cricked his neck to see who was behind him, but when he looked, he still found no one. The hands were still gripping him and pulling his cheeks apart, but no one was in the room.

He was horrified. There was no other explanation for this except a ghost, but he didn't believe in ghosts! There was no way this was happening. He screamed when he felt something run across his tight rim. This was happening! He needed to stop this. "Help! Someone help!" He yelled, trying to fight back. The thing held him tightly against the wall, his arms being held by his wrists. Now he realised it felt like multiple hands were on him. His ass was spread apart, his wrists stuck to the wall, and something was being directed into his hole.

Jimin's mind drew a blank. He was so horrified that he couldn't do or think of anything, not until the thing at his hole finally pushed in. He screamed again, feeling the penetration of something... something big. There was definitely something in him. He knew it. Even if he couldn't see it, it was there. "No, stop, please!" He screamed, wanting to fight back. He didn't like this. His tears built in his eyes from the pain of being fucked. He had never had sex before, so obviously, it hurt. He was being stretched by a giant invisible object.

Another set of hands started to run all over his body, and he hiccuped a sob, feeling them play with sensitive areas on his body. Sometimes they'd pinch his nipples and stroke his cock, but mostly they rubbed him all over, feeling him up and down. Jimin tried to use all his strength to get the thing off of him, but the invisible creature didn't like that. It grabbed Jimin by the neck and threw him to the floor. As he arched his back, he cried out in pain, but the hands pinned him down again and resumed fucking his asshole.

He screamed and cried, feeling the building's pleasure, and he couldn't help but feel so dirty for his body reacting to this. He was being raped by an invisible being. How else was he supposed to feel? The hands started to get tighter as he felt the pace quicken, pulling in and out of him faster. His hole ripped more and started to bleed down his leg. Jimin was thankful that he didn't turn the shower off as the water rained down and washed away his blood as soon as it appeared. He cried harder as little squeaks and sounds bubbled past his lips from the unwanted pleasure. "Uh, uh, uh." He sputtered when he was reaching his high. Finally, with one last big thrust, Jimin felt himself fall over the edge, his cock spurting cum all over his abdomen.

He was absolutely humiliated. He came all over himself from being raped by an invisible object? No one would even believe him anyway. They'd all send him to a psych ward or something. He cried as he finally felt the pace slowing down. A weird feeling ran through his body, like a wave of heat and then suddenly, everything let go of him. He furrowed his brows and moved to sit up, but it hurt too much. God, he'd never expected sex to hurt so much. He knew he'd just been raped, but he figured it was still supposed to be pleasurable as it was still sex, but all of that was a nightmare for Jimin.

He bit his lip to stop crying in pain as he sat himself up. The shower water still hit his back, slowly washing the feeling of hands away from him. He reached up and grabbed the rail on the shower side to help himself. His legs were shaky, and his hole and lower back hurt. He trembled under the water, trying to wash the cum and blood off himself. He still didn't believe that had even happened. How could he of been raped by an invisible creature? There was no way, but the pain radiating through his body told him otherwise.

Jimin wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. He couldn't stand being alone for fear of them returning and doing it again. He turned the shower off finally, moving to grab his towel on the hanger. He didn't even look back for his clothes or his duffel bag. He left, limping in pain, to his dorm, which, thank the lord, was only a 5-minute walk from where he was. He struggled to keep some of his cries in as he staggered to the building, hoping no one would see him. Luck was on his side for that, and he made it to his room before anyone noticed.

He entered the digital passcode and slipped in, closing the door and making a heartbroken cry. He finally broke down, bringing his shaking hands to cover his mouth as he slid down the door, sobbing. He cried and cried and cried, unsure if he'd ever stop. He felt his strength and manliness had been ripped for him within seconds. His body had been taken advantage of and used for something's pleasure. He cried for hours, unable to stop himself from letting out horrid-sounding chokes as he couldn't even breathe in enough air.

"Jimin?" A voice called, and suddenly, he remembered he shared a dorm with his Hyungs. He looked up, trying to find the pale boy he heard calling for him, but he wasn't in the room. Jimin frowned, wondering where he might be, but then a knock came at the door he was resting on. Jimin jumped, not expecting the person to come from behind him. Jimin turned around and crawled away a bit, scared that maybe it was the thing that had hurt him, and it was taunting him now, trying to get him to open the door. He wouldn't.

"Jimin?" Another voice called. This time he knew it as Hoseok, his happy sunshine friend. Jimin heard the beeping of the passcode and started to hyperventilate, tears and sobs building in his chest again. He didn't want it to come back and do it again. He couldn't take it. He was terrified. Suddenly the door opened, and there stood his roommate and his friends.

Yoongi gasped as he saw the small boy sitting on the floor, still dripping wet, with only his towel on. He saw how scared Jimin looked and quickly rushed in to help him. "Oh my god, Jimin!" He exclaimed, grabbing the small boy and holding him tightly. "What happened?" He asked. Jimin cried harder, overwhelmed by the hands touching him. He pushed Yoongi away, not wanting to be touched, but the older boy didn't let go so quickly. Soon the others behind Yoongi filed into the room, crowding around the small boy to see what had happened too. "Jimin, are you ok? What happened?" Hoseok asked as he, too, crouched by Jimin's side and held him in a side hug.

Jimin's chest constricted as his friends started to fuss about him, and he cried harder. He wanted to tell them, but every time he opened his mouth to speak about it, he sobbed a little more at the reminder of what had happened. The memory is still so fresh because it had only happened an hour ago. He shook his head and tried to bring his knees up to his chest to bury himself in them when he heard his eldest Hyung, Seokjin, gasp. "Jimin!" He said, mortified, "You're bleeding." He moved a hand forward to touch Jimin's thigh, seeing the blood collecting in between his legs. Jin could now tell what had happened. He could see it on the small boy's face, the terror it held.

"We need to call a teacher and an ambulance," Jin said as he stood up to reach for his phone. He pulled it out, ignoring the others' confused faces, but stopped when he heard Jimin. "No, Hyung! Don't call them." He yelled, reaching a hand out to stop him. "Please, please don't tell anyone. They can't know." His face was scrunched from crying too much, but Jin could tell that Jimin didn't want him to call the teachers. He was scared still.

Jin bent down and grabbed Jimin's hand in his own, wanting to comfort the boy more than anything. "Jimin-ah, we need to tell someone. We need to find out who did this to you." Jin said, his own voice feeling weak. Jimin shook his head fiercely. "They won't believe me. They won't find it. They'll think I'm lying." Jimin hiccuped between his words, choking on air. Jin frowned at the boy, wondering why they wouldn't believe him.

"What's going on, Hyung?" Namjoon asked, confused about what was happening. Obviously, someone had done something to the boy, but it seemed like only Jin knew, but Jin ignored the question, still too focused on Jimin. "Why wouldn't they believe you, Jimin? There's so much evidence on your body. You can see you've been a-" Jimin let out a loud sob when Jin went to say the word, and the elder stopped himself from completing it. He should have known it would be very sensitive to mention. "I don't know who did it. I couldn't see them. They just shoved me and started, and I couldn't see anything. There were so many hands." Jimin wept, his voice breaking slightly with the words. The others were starting to piece things together, and they all became quite sombre, looking at their friend. Yoongi felt his heart clench for his roommate, angry that something had happened to him when he wasn't there to protect him.

Jimin looked up to all his Hyungs and his two Dongsaengs. His voice was shaky, and he was so scared they wouldn't believe him. How could they when he still didn't? But he had to tell them. He was going mad about it. "I-I looked around everywhere." His voice was low and trembly. "No one was there." He said, looking at all their faces. "These hands held me down and r-ra..." he took a deep breath, "but there was nothing there." Jimin stuttered, taking in a shaky breath. He was so gonna cry again.

The six boys looked at him with confusion. They weren't even sure they understood what he was saying. "What do you mean?" Hoseok asked with a frown, and Jimin glared at him. "They were invisible, like a ghost or something. There was no one there, and yet I couldn't move. Hands were holding me down, and then they stuck something in me and raped me, but no one was there!" He yelled, his emotion bursting out. God, he wanted them to believe him. He needed them to believe him. He wasn't sure he could live without them believing him.

"Jimin-" Jin started, but the boy shook his head. "I..." he choked on another sob, "I k-know, but... but please believe me." He begged to look up into Hyung's eyes. "Please believe me. Please." Jimin blubbered, his face littered with his tears again and snot bubbling out of his nose. He looked horrible, but with how he was crying, they all couldn't help but believe him. It seemed obviously genuine if he was so worked up about it. "We believe you, Min. We believe you." Taehyung said, feeling his own throat tighten with a lump. The others all agreed with him, reassuring the weeping boy that they believed him.

It took Jimin a while to calm down after working himself up. The six boys just stayed with him trying their best to give him any comfort they could in his hard time. No one knew how to deal with it, but they knew he just needed some company. After another 30 minutes, Jimin had calmed down enough for them to ask some more questions. "Jimin-ah, can you tell us what happened?" Jin asked, being very delicate. The boy took a deep breath and nodded.

"I was at soccer, like always, and then I headed to the showers to get changed for when we were to go out tonight." He said. He felt upset that he was making them all miss out on their night out. "I got my stuff and headed to the shower. I was the only one in there." The others nodded, motioning for him to continue. "I turned the shower on, and everything was fine until I felt someone touch me." He tended, thinking about it. "I turned around to see who it was, but no one was there." Jimin sniffled again and wiped his nose before continuing. "I checked behind the curtain and everything, but there was no one. So I figured it was my imagination or something." He whimpered, remembering how he just blew it off. "Then it started to touch me again, and this time I checked the whole bathroom to see who was in there." He frowned and pouted. "There was no one, so I decided that I'd had enough and went to turn the shower off when suddenly I was pushed into the wall."

Jimin's hands started to shake as he recounted the events earlier that evening. "A pair of hands were touching my butt, and they pulled my cheeks apart." He felt so embarrassed and humiliated, but his mouth left out no detail, even if he was scared. "I felt something push at my h-hole, so I fought back. I tried so hard, but more hands grabbed my wrists." Jimin lifted his arms, and the others could see the bruises from where he was held down. "They forced themselves into me and started to rape me." He trembled at the word. He never thought he'd use that word, not for anyone and especially not for himself.

"I-it hurt so much." He cringed as his hole throbbed in pain again at the reminder. "I tried to fight back, but it threw me to the floor." Jimin pointed to his shoulder where he had landed and rolled into his back when it threw him, and they could see the bruise forming there too. "More hands held me down on my hips, and it fucked me un-until..." he didn't want them to know that he had come. He didn't want them to think he 'liked it. "Until?" Yoongi asked softly. "Until it stopped. I felt a warm flush of something, and then it just went away." Jimin could tell the boys were very confused and suspicious about the events. They hardly sounded real to Jimin.

Jin looked at the boy with sympathy. Obviously, someone had to have drugged Jimin or something, which is why he remembered it like that, but he knew he couldn't tell the kid he was wrong. Jimin would think he was a nutcase after what he went through. "I believe you, Jimin-ah," Jin said with a soft smile, and Jimin looked at him gratefully. He just wanted someone to believe him. He wanted someone to tell him that he was alright now.

They eventually got Jimin to stand up, the small boy wincing in pain, and took him into the bathroom. Jin insisted they wipe him off with a towel first to collect any DNA Jimin might have on him before he showered again. They helped him clean the blood off and fixed him in some comfortable clothing. They wanted to take him to the hospital for the bleeding, but Jimin insisted on not going. He didn't want anyone to know. Once they'd settled him on the couch, Yoongi asked him where his phone was, telling Jimin they had been calling him for a while, but he never answered.

Jimin looked down at his hands in his lap and told them that he had left everything in the locker room because he was so scared of whatever was in there. They told him it was ok and then decided that Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi would go to get his things from the locker room. Jimin was thankful but warned them to be careful. They all assured him they'd come back quickly and then left.

Jin sat next to the small boy, running a hand through his hair as Jimin laid his head on his chest. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Minnie. It must have been horrible." Jin said with a soft voice. Jimin sniffled on his chest and wiped another tear from his eyes. "I was so scared I wouldn't make it out of there." He whimpered. "I couldn't fight back. I couldn't defend myself at all. I thought it would kill me after, but it just left, like I was nothing." Hoseok and Taehyung frowned beside him too. "You were so brave, Minnie. You fought hard the whole time. Your courage is amazing." Tae smiled, wanting to show him how proud he was of him, but it worsened the pit in Jimin's stomach. He wasn't brave. He had cum from being raped. Even though he didn't want to, his body had found pleasure in it. He felt disgusting.

Jimin whimpered, moving away from Jin. He didn't deserve his comfort. Not when he had been so weak. Not when he had given in. "Jimin?" Hoseok asked when he saw the boy weasel away from the others. Jimin hid his face in his hands and started to cry softly. "Hey, Min, what's wrong?" Jin said. Taehyung felt terrible, thinking maybe he had done something. "Did I say something wrong, Min? I'm sorry if I offended you or something." He wanted to comfort the boy, but Jimin didn't look like he wanted to be touched right now. "Don't come near me." He said, muffled by his hands. "I'm dirty."

Jin frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're not dirty, Minnie. Why would you say that?" Jin asked, wondering what he could be thinking about. It wasn't a shock to the three that Jimin might find himself as less than who he was before. It was common for rape victims to feel like they were tainted now, but from what they had gathered, Jimin wasn't thinking about himself like that? Was he?

Jimin peaked up to his friends with a tear-stained face. "I... I-I came." He mumbled, feeling sick just saying the words. The boys all looked at him and finally understood. "That's ok, Min. Your body was being stimulated. It's a normal reaction." Jin said. "It doesn't mean you liked it. All bodies do that when they are stimulated right." Hoseok added. Jimin lifted his head to look at them better. "Really?" He asked. "Of course, silly." Jin smiled, thankful that it wasn't anything worse. "It's like when you're being tickled. You laugh even though you don't like it." Jimin thought about it, and he was right. He didn't want it. He knew he didn't. It didn't even feel good when he came. It was just a reaction. He looked up at his Friends. "I'm not dirty?" He asked, and the three all shook their head. "No way. You're still the beautiful Park Jimin everyone loves." Tae smiled at him, and Jimin finally felt some comfort. His friends were right. He's still the same, Jimin. He can get past this.

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Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi entered the locker room. They looked around, trying to see anything suspicious before moving in too far, but they seemed alone. Namjoon assumed the open locker was Jimin's and moved to it, collecting everything inside. Jungkook and Yoongi went into the shower room, finding Jimin's clothes on the bench. "He must have been so scared that he just left everything." Jungkook sighed, thinking about his friend here all alone after what he'd been through.

Yoongi nodded and watched the younger pick up the clothes on the side. Yoongi stepped into the shower where he assumed Jimin was, as it was still wet and saw some of the boy's blood smeared on the wall and the floor just out of the shower head's reach. He felt sick. The thought of Jimin being raped here made him want to throw up. Yoongi almost felt like he could hear the boy screaming for help. He could envision the way he tried to fight back and break free. It hurt his heart just thinking about it.

"Come on, Hyung," Jungkook called, seeing Yoongi staring at the empty shower. Yoongi blinked out of his thoughts and came back to reality. "Ah yeah." He said and started to follow Jungkook out of the room. The two boys had just gotten to the door to leave when a gust of wind blew past them. They both stopped, wondering what could have caused that. Yoongi spun around instantly but saw nothing. He had a bad feeling. Though, Jimin's story starting to look more real already.

"Did you feel that too?" Jungkook asked. Yoongi nodded and scouted the room again with his eyes, just to be sure. He moved closer to the centre of the room, ensuring he could see every nook and cranny, when he heard Jungkook gasp. He turned to the boy and saw his shirt pulled by something, but nothing was there. "Hyung?" He called to him, wondering what was at his back. The youngest was too scared to move. Yoongi rushed over to the youngest and ripped his shirt out of whatever hold was on him. He pushed Jungkook out of the shower room and quickly followed, not wanting to remain there any longer. He'd seen enough to believe.

"What's wrong?" Namjoon asked as the two entered, more panicked than when they left. "There was something in there," Jungkook muttered, his face slightly more drained. Namjoon was shocked that the two had encountered something too. "Jimin was right," Yoongi said. Both boys turned to him. "The thing that raped him... it's invisible." Both boys felt dread fill their stomachs. How were they going to fight against something invisible?

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It was only about 15 minutes by the time the three boys returned. They entered the dorm room to see Jimin cuddled up on Hoseoks lap, with Taehyung and Seokjin pampering him on the sides. Namjoon smiled when they all turned, holding up Jimin's bag and phone. "I have your stuff, Min." He called, and Jimin thanked him gratefully. Namjoon put the duffle on the floor and then moved to the couch with the others, sitting beside Taehyung. Jin noticed that Yoongi and Jungkook were still in the doorway and wondered why. "Are you two ok?" He called.

Jungkook nodded and then sat down the clothes next to where Namjoon had put the bag. He rushed to the eldest's side and cuddled in close, leaving Yoongi still by the door. The others still looked at the pale boy, wondering why he was so silent. "Is something up, Hyung?" Tae asked, and Yoongi finally lifted his head to stare at Jimin. "You were right." That was all he said. Jimin furrowed his brow, confused as to what he was right about. "There is something in those bathrooms." He continued, and suddenly Jimin's eyes widened. "Y-you saw it too! Well, not saw, but-" Yoongi got his point and nodded. "It flew past Jungkook and me. We were getting your clothes. I went to see what it was, but it was at Kook's back. It was tugging on his shirt." Jungkook shivered, remembering the feeling of a hand pulling at the clothing on his back. "It's completely invisible."

Jimin thought that when he had proved what had happened, he would be able to relax, that they would now believe him, and he'd move on, but he couldn't. It scared him even more, knowing that now others saw it or felt it too. It made it real. Something in that bathroom attacked him and then tried to grab Jungkook too. "What do we do?" Tae asked, feeling Jimin starting to shake next to him. Hoseok ran a hand up and down his back for comfort. "I don't know. I wouldn't even know how to stop something like that." Yoongi said, feeling defeated. This was way out of their control, and they needed to tell someone.

"We should contact someone, the police, anybody," Jin said again, reminding them of his idea before, but Jimin still shot it down. "They won't believe it. They will think I'm crazy or something." He whimpered out, feeling helpless. "We need to do something, Min. What if it happens to someone else?" Hoseok said, looking down at him.

Jimin frowned. He didn't want that to happen. He didn't want someone else to be hurt because of him, even though it wasn't his fault. "We can tell a teacher or something. We don't have to mention what happened to you. We could say you fell over and hurt yourself, but we need to let someone know." Jin wanted to make sure they didn't do anything that would make Jimin upset, but telling someone was the right thing to do. Jimin sucked in an anxious breath, still unsure of what to do. This was a big thing to think about. There would be so many questions, and lots of people would know. It would most likely get out and around the school. He could be ruined. Thankfully Namjoon was his savour.

"We don't need to decide right now, though." He cut through the talking and thought of everyone, pulling their attention to him. "All of the teachers will be off for the night now. We can tell them in the morning. That gives Jimin time to think." Jimin could have kissed the boy if he had the mental strength to get up, but he didn't, so he just sent him a smile of thanks again. "I suppose." Jin sighed. Jimin knew that he obviously wanted Jimin to get looked at and treated. He was just worried about him, and that made Jimin feel better. "Thank you, Hyung." He smiled at him, and Jin couldn't help but reciprocate. They didn't want to push him, and Jimin wasn't letting himself be moved. They would come to a conclusion tomorrow, for better or worse.

"Alright, it's close to 7:30 now. The shops are out of the question. What do you guys want for dinner?" Yoongi asked, wanting to move the conversation on. He wanted something normal. "Fried chicken?" Jungkook smiled, looking around at the boys. They all thought about it and decided that chicken was a good choice. Jin called up and ordered two fried chickens, three bibimbap and a few little side salad things to go with everything. Yoongi offered to stay the night, and they all agreed, especially after Jimin begged them not to leave him alone.

The small boy had spent the rest of the night cuddling by each and every one of them. He moved from lap to lap, spending a little time with them. He knew it wasn't very grown up for a teenage boy to sit in all his Hyung's and Dongsaeng's laps, but honestly, he just wanted to feel close, to know he wasn't alone again. He just wanted to make sure no giant hands were touching him again, not ones he couldn't see, at least. Once it got late, they arranged where everyone would sleep. Jimin insisted that Hoseok sleep in the bed, and Yoongi offered for Hyung to bunk with him, leaving Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung to bundle together on the couch.

It worked well, surprisingly, and everything was fine until Jin decided to get up and get himself a drink in the middle of the night. He moved into the bathroom with his cup and filled it up, leaning against the sink while he drank it. He yawned a few times before he heard the door creak open, revealing a sleepy Yoongi. "Water break too?" Jin asked, but Yoongi shook his head, telling him he needed a leak. Jin nodded and then left the room, leaving the boy to pee in peace. He moved over to the boys on the couch, ensuring they were ok. Jin smiled, seeing Namjoon and Taehyung cuddled together while Jungkook took up most of the room on the other side of the couch. He looked to the additional bed to check on them, seeing both boys still fast asleep, but he noticed Jimin was restless.

He didn't really think much of it. It wasn't unusual for someone who had just been through a traumatic experience to be a little restless, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He headed over to the bed and sat down on the side, trying not to wake Jimin but accidentally waking Hoseok instead. "Hyung?" He asked, sitting up. Jin smiled at him softly and apologise for disturbing him. "I just came to check on Jimin. He seems a bit restless." Jin looked down at the boy who was scowling in his sleep. Hoseok looked down at the younger and ran his eyes over him.

Jimin was whimpering softly, moving his hands underneath his blanket. Jin pulled the sheet back to see what he was doing and found a surprise. His mouth fell open when he saw the boy's stomach quite bloated. "What the fuck?" He asked, blinking his eyes, wondering if he imagined it, but he wasn't because Hoseok could see it too. "What is that?" Hoseok asked, very confused. Jin reached out and pulled up Jimin's shirt to better look at his tummy. It looked severally swollen, and with Jimin rubbing it unconsciously in his sleep, it must be hurting too. "I don't know," Jin replied after a moment to think.

He had never seen anything like this before. He'd never even heard of something like this, which was worrying. He heard Yoongi flush the toilet and, seconds later, entered the room to see the two boys still awake. "What's up?" He asked. Jin looked over at him with wide eyes. "I think there's something wrong with Jimin. We need to get him to a doctor." Jin said, and Yoongi frowned. He was concerned for the small boy again. What could possibly be wrong with him now?

He made his way to the bed, and immediately his mouth dropped open, seeing what the boys noticed. "Shit! What is that?" He asked, looking at Jimin's distended stomach. Jin and Hoseok both told him they didn't know either, which made Yoongi even more concerned. Yoongi looked harder at him, seeing how the boy's face scrunched up, and then his belly seemed to grow out a little more, and with all three pairs of eyes on him, none of them could say it was just an illusion.

"What the fuck is happening?" Hoseok said slightly louder than he should have. He didn't wake up Jimin, but Taehyung stirred on the couch. "What are you doing?" He called, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. The three boys looked at him with big expressions, and Taehyung could tell something was up. He immediately untangled himself from Namjoon, accidentally waking the other, but not caring, only wanting to see what was happening. "Hmm, Tae?" Namjoon called, and Jin decided it would be best if he joined them, too, to discuss what was going on, as he was the smartest. "Something is wrong with Jimin," Jin whispered, and Namjoon shot up. He joined them quickly, and now he and Taehyung looked down upon the boy's swollen tummy. "What is that?" Taehyung asked, absolutely flabbergasted.

Nobody could explain it to him. They had no clue what to do. Jimin seemed adamant about not going to the hospital before, but maybe he would now. This, indeed, wasn't something to ignore. "We should wake him up," Hoseok said after a little bit of silence. He wanted to know what Jimin was thinking. Maybe something could be happening inside him that he could explain to them, reassure them that this was ok. "If we wake him up, he'll be in pain," Yoongi said, seeing how the boy was already whining in his sleep. He didn't want to wake him up and make it worse if he was uncomfortable now. "He needs to be looked at by someone, Yoongi. Something is wrong with him," Jin said, worried for the younger. "Maybe he's just a bit bloated?" Tae said, wanting to hope for the best for his friend. Jin shook his head, looking back down at Jimin. "His belly grew slightly when we looked at it before. It's getting bigger." Namjoon and Taehyun didn't know that. It was concerning, to say the least.

"Jin's right, he should go to the hospital. We don't know what is doing this to him." Hoseok and Seokjin agreed. Yoongi just caved, knowing he wouldn't win this fight. "Fine, let's take him to the hospital." He said. Namjoon quickly moved around to Jimin's side and softly pushed his hands under the boy. He lifted him off the bed into a bridal hold. "Someone wake up Jungkook," Jin called, wanting to stay with Jimin. Hoseok moved to the boy and shook him awake. He explained what was going on while Namjoon started to make his way to the door. He had kept Jimin asleep still, understanding what Yoongi had said before. He looked down at the small boy seeing the strain of pain on his usually peaceful face, which made him feel bad. "We will need to hurry," Namjoon said, turning to look at Jin.

Being the eldest not only in the group but also in the school, Jin had his licence and could drive, not to mention his parents being wealthy enough for him to have his own car. Usually, it wasn't necessary, but they were thankful for the automobile for a time like this. "My car is in the school garage. I'll need to go to my room to get it." Jin said. His room was only next door so it didn't matter, but he still had to inform the boy. Namjoon nodded and moved closer to the door again.

He was making sure he was stepping so softly as not to shake Jimin too much, but when the tall boy got to the doorway, he suddenly felt a strong force push against him. He struggled to even put his foot down over the room's threshold. He gasped and stepped back, wondering what that was. "You ok?" Yoongi asked as he and Jin looked at the boy. Namjoon frowned but nodded, feeling like maybe he had just imagined something. He tried again but was forced back again. Something didn't want him to leave the room.

"I think there's something in here now," Namjoon said softly, turned back around with Jimin still asleep on his chest, looking at the others with wide eyes. "Every time I go to leave, something is pushing me back in." Jin looked at the tallest boy, thinking he was over dramatic, or trying to prank them, even though deep down he knew Namjoon wouldn't do that in a difficult situation. He scoffed and stepped past Namjoon to exit, and he did just fine. "I can leave fine." He looked back in at all the boys. Namjoon thought about it for a moment. "It must be Jimin. Something doesn't was him to leave this room." Jin frowned and then reentered. He stuck his arms out and carefully took the small boy from the tall boy. Jin ensured Jimin was still asleep and then tried to exit, but the eldest felt the force stopping him from leaving this time. He was stunned and also kind of scared. What could it be?

"It must be those hands that were in the bathroom," Yoongi said, his face paling again. If the hands could leave the bathroom and come to their dorm room, they could do whatever they wanted. This wasn't good. "What are we gonna do now? He needs to be looked at." Jin said. Was this thing trying to kill the younger? This thing wanted him to suffer, obviously. "I don't know, Hyung. We can't leave with him."

They laid Jimin back down on his bed to decide what to do, wanting him to get as much rest as possible. The six boys moved to the couch again, ready to discuss what to do next now that Hoseok had briefed Jungkook. "How are we gonna get him help?" Jin asked, looking over at the boy, still wincing in pain in his sleep. "It must be an appendix burst or some extreme bloating." Jungkook and Tae were still looking over at their friend, not believing that. "I don't think that's it," Yoongi said. "I've had my appendix out, and it's far more painful, and you don't get that bloated. Not even bloating really gets you that bloated." Jin huffed and turned to the boy. "Well, what do you think it is then, huh?" He snapped a little too loud.

Everyone paused to remain quiet when they heard a little rustle of sheets. "Huh, what's going on?" Jimin's little voice called from the bed, and he blinked his eyes open tiredly. Hoseok, being the one sleeping beside him, quickly jumped up and cuddled back into him. "Ahh, Minnie, it's ok. Go back to sleep." He said. They all stayed quiet and still, hoping that the boy would doze back off again, and after a moment or two, they heard a soft little snore. They all let out a sigh of relief now that the boy had gone back to sleep. "That's it. We can talk about this in the morning. Let's just leave it until then." Namjoon said. Jin looked unhappy with that decision, but everyone else agreed. So he sucked it up and went back to bed with Yoongi, hoping that Jimin would be fine through the rest of the night.

-

When Jimin woke up in the morning, the dorm room was empty. He wondered where his friends had gone? When he looked around, he found a piece of paper on the bedside. He picked it up curiously.

~Morning Min,

We all went to class as we knew it might get us into more trouble. We have told the teachers that you have a cold and won't be in style for the next few days, so don't worry about that. Everything is sorted for you.

Try and feel better. We will be back after classes.~

Jimin sighed and set the note down, reaching to grab his phone and check the time. It was a little after 11, and Jimin was surprised he'd slept so long. He yawned and stretched before he flung his sheets off his body and went to stand up, only to fall back down. He frowned, wondering why he suddenly felt heavy and off balance. He glanced down, wondering what it could be, when he saw his stomach significantly bloated. He gasped and raised his hands to his sides immediately. "What the fuck?" He asked.

His tummy was pushing against his shirt, lifting it slightly and showing a sliver of skin between that and his boxers. He gawked at the big bump and ran his hands over it, trying to convince himself it wasn't real, but when he touched it, he couldn't deny it was real. He whimpered and lifted his shirt completely, anxiety telling him he needed to see it.

The shirt was stretched tightly over his expended skin, so he had to roll it back over his tummy. It slowly peeled off, showing his brand-new bump. Jimin took a deep breath with a gulp and then moved his hand down to the skin. It was so firm underneath his palm, and he whimpered, scared of whatever could happen next to him.

He couldn't stop looking at it. It felt so weird to have his skin stretched around whatever was inside him. He could feel the little bumps along his waistline telling him that he had gotten little stretch marks too. His skin looked red and sore from the abnormal stretch in such a short time. He spent 10 minutes just trying to take in what had happened before he realised he needed to do something about it. This wasn't normal, and he didn't care if everyone found out. He needed to tell someone.

He tried to get off the bed, though it proved to be more difficult than he thought. His big belly now causes quite a lot of problems for him. He strained his back, feeling the ache, but he needed to push through it. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed himself up, one hand on his lower back for support.

He managed to get to his feet and then began to move over to the cupboard where his clothes were. Jimin was sure he would have some hoodie or something to cover himself up, but he only made it to the centre of the room before he felt a force stopping him from going further. At first, he brushed it off, but it only took another second for his brain to catch up and remember what it could be. He instantly paled and decided to rush away from the scary hands that had somehow managed to enter his dorm room.

Jimin tried to turn and go back the way he came, knowing that the hands weren't there before, but something still grabbed him, wanting him to stay in the middle of the room. Jimin screamed, absolutely terrified that the hands were back. They were gonna rape him again. He screamed and screamed and screamed till his throat hurt, but the hands just pushed him to the floor. He clawed, punched and kicked in every direction, trying to fight off the invisible being, but there was nothing. It was almost like they were just hands, not even a body.

As the hands forced him into a sitting position, the hands started tugging on the pyjamas he was in. Jimin continued to fight to keep them on, but the hands were far more than he was, and he eventually ripped the clothes right off the small boy's body. Jimin cried harder as the hands started rearranging his body, making him sit in a specific way. They pushed his back up, holding him at a slight angle. They moved his hands to his side, supporting himself somewhat. They bent his knees, so his legs were spread wide, in a labouring position. It should have been a giveaway, really.

With all the panic, Jimin couldn't focus because his tummy was still getting bigger every second. Only when he was in position and his big abdomen pressed against the top of his bare thighs did he note that it was still getting bigger, much bigger. Jimin's sobs grew as he watched his body become deformed with whatever was doing this to him. He wanted to move his hands to his belly, to try and feel what was happening, but the hands held him in position. His stomach continued to swell until it reached the size of a basketball under his skin. He suddenly felt a weird pressure on his hips and saw the bump fall into his lap. Whatever was inside him now sat against his pelvis, and it hurt. He groaned at the pressure felt until a soft pop was heard, and a gush of fluid rushed out of his hole.

Now Jimin was an intelligent kid. He paid attention in class and did well. He knew what this meant, but it couldn't be! He was a boy. Apparently, that didn't matter because, after a minute, an intense pain grabbed his abdomen and squeezed harder than anything he's ever felt. A loud scream shrilled as he felt the pain twist his insides around his spinal cord and pull them tight. The air left his lungs, and for a moment, he thought he might suffocate, but then the pain released and he took in a shaky breath, desperately.

"No! No! No!" He cried, knowing that it had to be a contraction. He was utterly shocked. How was this happening? The answer of magic hands still didn't really give him what he needed to believe, but one more contraction and he couldn't deny it was real. "Help! Help, please!" He screamed as the pain cut deep into his belly. He was terrified and in pain. He didn't want to go through this alone. He didn't want to go through this at all. That didn't stop the situation, though. The subsequent pain came, and Jimin was floored at how fast it was going. He wasn't an expert in labour and birthing, but he was sure that no one ever went from the start of labour to birthing the baby in an hour! It was simply too much.

The pain seemed to keep getting worse as well. His back ached, the tops of his thighs too, and he felt his hips being ripped apart the next contraction. He groaned, cried and screamed as he felt whatever was in his start to move down and he was terrified at where it would be coming from. How the hell was anything that big in his stomach supposed to come out of his hole? It was impossible, he would rip in half, but that didn't stop it from happening.

A sign that he was getting close, the hands around him held him tighter as he started to give in to his fatigue from the labour already. They kept him in his position, stretching his legs apart, ready for him to give birth. Jimin wailed when he felt the thing start to push down on him. A strong urge to push filled his body, and he couldn't ignore it. For someone who had never done this before, it felt like Jimin was trying to push a giant shit out of him. His head thumped with each push he gave, the pressure making his ears pop.

"This can't be happening!" Jimin screamed out a sob, utterly shocked by this turn of events. He was very concentrated on getting whatever was inside him out that everything else went by the wayside. He didn't even hear the knocking on the door until it got too loud to ignore. Jimin's head shot up, looking at the door with wide eyes. He hoped it was someone to help him. He really needed them. "Help! Help me!" He screamed, pleading with whoever it may be to somehow make the pain stop and turn things back to normal.

That didn't happen, though. A voice called through the room, and Jimin felt his heart jump. "Jimin? What's happening in there?" It was his roommate again. Yoongi was always there to save Jimin. "Hyung! Hyung, please help me!" Jimin screamed when he felt the next contraction. He pushed hard and waited for a response from Hyung.

"Jimin-ah? What's going on in there?" Another voice that he knew was his Jin Hyung. Obviously, the others had come to check up on him. "Hyung! Please come in and help me." Jimin begged again, wondering why his roommate hadn't opened the door already? The doorknob rattled but didn't open, and Jimin's hopes were crushed when another spoke. "We can't get it. Jimin can you unlock the door?" Namjoon asked.

He couldn't. Even if he managed to walk around right in the middle of labour, with a giant belly on his front, the hands had him. "No, Hyung, the thing, it's in here. I can't get up." Jimin's voice was growing more panicked every second he spoke. "Jimin, we can't get in. Please, you need to unlock it." Taehyung said this time now. The boy rereleased a shaky breath, feeling the pain return. "I can't!" He screamed with a sob as the contraction hit. "Please help me!" Jimin screeched.

Jimin's body tensed hard and he pushed again, the head of whatever it was now sitting right at his entrance. He felt beyond stretched around whatever was in him. It was almost as if it would outgrow him in his body, tearing him apart from the inside out. "Jimin, tell us what's happening?" It was Yoongi again. Jimin couldn't speak until the contraction stopped, and he took a few breaths, but that came quickly. "There's something in me! It's coming out!" He cried. "Hyung, it's gonna kill me! I can't push it out."

Beyond his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, Jimin heard a bunch of rattling from outside the door. "Hyung!" He called when he got no reply. It took another few seconds, but eventually, someone spoke. "We're coming in to get you, Minnie. Stay strong. We will figure out a way to get to you." Hoseok's voice made Jimin feel better. They were coming to get him. They weren't giving up on him.

"Please hurry, Hyung. It's nearly here." Jimin whimpered, and when he got no reply this time, it didn't bother him. They were busy, and now he had to push again. A loud scream burst out of his mouth as he finally felt his hole start to stretch around the head of whatever was in him. His small hole stretched widely to birth the thing. Jimin huffed and puffed as the contraction died down, and he could feel the head just pushing out now. He felt like his body was a giant rubber band being pulled horribly around the thing inside him. He just hoped he didn't snap.

His contractions were much closer now as his body wanted the thing out. He only got about 5 seconds before he had to do it again. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he pushed, the forehead breaching his hole and Jimin managed to get the head out until the creature's nose was in the way. Jimin slumped back against the hands, keeping him up as he tried to catch his breath. He was utterly worn out.

"Jimin?" He heard Yoongi again. He sat up again, hoping that they were coming in now. "Hyung?" He called. "Jimin, we are trying to get in, but it's just not working, are you sure there's nothing you can do on your side?" Jimin wished it could be that simple, but he couldn't help, even though all he wanted was for his friends to comfort him right now. "I can't, Hyung. This thing, it's coming out of me." Jimin sniffled. "I-I think I nearly have the head out." He called.

It was silent on the other side of the door again, but Jimin kept talking. It made him feel better. "The hands, they have me too. I can't get up even if I tried." He spoke until he had to push again. This time he managed to stifle his loud scream, pushing hard and only letting out disgruntled grunts of pain. Jimin felt the nose push past his walls, and finally, the chin popped out too. The head was now hanging out of him completely. Jimin was thankful for that to be done. All he had left was the shoulders.

The door before him started to rattle again, and he prayed for it to burst open and let his friends in. He wanted to be with them, he needed their support. "It's coming Min, we nearly got it!" Tae called. That made Jimin feel much better. Some sort of strength took over him, and he pushed harder than he had before. A final loud scream left his lips, curdling the blood of everyone within a kilometre radius, no doubt.

"Jimin!" The outside boys called, thinking he was now being murdered there. Jimin gritted his teeth and pushed, the shoulders popping through his extremely sore and stretched walls as the door burst off its hinges before him.

Jimin's screams died as the baby's feet left his body, his friends all standing at the door frame, getting a front-row seat for the baby, just slipping out of the small boy. Relief washed over Jimin as the baby left his body. With a desperate wail, he collapsed into the hands holding him up, finally finished, and very tired.

The boys in front of Jimin stood for a moment, watching in absolute shock. "Oh my god, Jimin," Jin said as he saw the boy with the baby between his legs. They had seen it slide out of him, yet they could not believe he had just given birth. "Y-you..." no one could speak, still trying to collect their thoughts and Jimin wasn't ready to answer yet anyway.

With the silence over them, it gave them all a startle when a loud cry rang through the room. The baby wailed suddenly between the small boy's legs. Jimin's eyes opened and he looked down, seeing the tiny creature in front of him. It looked like a normal human baby. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Jimin whimpered at the sound of the thing crying, leaning forward and scooping it into his arms. "Oh..." he cooed, looking at the tiny baby. He suddenly felt this strange motherly feeling. He had to calm it down. "Shhhh." He rocked back and forth, waiting until the little cries died down.

Everyone in front of him watched in surprise and amazement. They would never have expected him to be so caring of the thing that was just forced upon him, but here he was. Rocking the baby, cooing at it. It was like he was meant for it.

"Jimin?" Yoongi called as he stepped forward. The small boy finally lifted his head to see his friends. He smiled brightly. "Isn't she beautiful?" He chuckled. All of his friends frowned at him. Why was he suddenly acting like this? "Jimin-ah, what happened?" Jin asked, moving closer to him.

"I don't know. When I woke up, my tummy was bloated and then it kept growing until my water broke. I don't understand how it happened, but here she is." This kinda freaked everyone out. The boy's mind seemed to change suddenly.

"We should get you looked at," Hoseok said, but Jimin shook his head. "I don't need it. I'm fine now." He looked up at all his friends. "She's here, my little baby." He smiled back down at her. "Jimin, this isn't right," Namjoon said, hoping to get through to the boy, but he didn't care anymore. "I know, but it doesn't matter."

Jimin laughed softly as the little girl babbled in his arms. The six boys around him looked very concerned for the boy, but there was nothing more to do. Jimin wouldn't part with her now. They spent weeks trying to convince him to go to someone, but he didn't. He didn't care how she became his. All he cared about was that she was there. She was his unexpected gift.

[tsume-ks]

WARNING potential spoilers ahead for Avatar the Way of Water. Again, WARNING ⚠️!

Still reading? OK. I have thoughts. It was definitely a pretty movie. It is impossible to deny that. The problem is, it needed a better script. As the movie stands now, there's nothing wrong with it. It's a perfectly serviceable story. But it's mediocre.

First, the story feels like a redo of the first one with different characters in different roles. HERE IS WHERE THE SPOILERS ABSOLUTELY START.

Jake Sully, MC of the first was still the main character who we were meant to sympathize with. In the first movie he was tasked with getting into the good graces of the Na'vi. He was meant to betray them as a spy. He knew full well exactly what was being asked of him. The person placed in that sort of role this time was a child. A child who was tortured and then manipulated by an adult. Spider didn't know the full extent of what he was being asked to do. I have already seen a few tags with people upset with Spider because of what he did. Again, a child, tortured and manipulated. Even at the end, when he rescues the antagonist, it makes sense for his character to do so.

Moving to the next problem, the antagonist. He was exactly the same person as the previous movie. Why? What was the reason? Leaving that question, let's bring up the issue of cloning and imprinting memories on a clone. Sure, we've explored this subject in movies or tv before but here's the thing. Even with the memories, the avatar version of the antagonist felt like he wasn't the same exact person when he was woken up. The problem is, the movie didn't do anything with that. Cloning would have made his brain somewhat different so even with the memories, he should have been a new person. This should have been shown by the movie instead of stated. As far as I, the viewer, could tell, it was the same person in a new body. There were moments when it seemed the movie was starting to go down the path of showing he was different but they went nowhere. Specifically, where he finds the remains of who he was, he crushes the skull. In another movie that would have been taken as a symbol of becoming his own person. Maybe it is, for the next one, but if you start a story arc in a movie, do more with it than "Hey this might be happening, might not ".

My next issue is that the main scientist of the first movie, she died. She died in a way that felt earned, that made sense for the story. Neteyam, the oldest son did not feel like the same sort of death. It was not earned. His character was neglected. By the end of the movie the most we know about him is that he loves his siblings and doesn't want to disappoint his dad. We don't know what his interests are what his personality is like beyond eldest child and protective older brother. He should not have been killed. A far better use of his character would have been as a reason for the next movie to exist. Let me explain this.

As we know almost nothing about him, and he was used more as a prop for other characters, he didn't need to die to have the effect of bringing the family together. He could have simply been badly injured and brought them together that way. But I'll leave that version to fan fiction writers. The way I think would have been more effective is if he was just kidnapped. The antagonist avatars should have seen that they wouldn't be able to win and as they still had bullets and he did not, he could have been more easily captured. They pull out of the situation by flying away and the boat goes down without the huge fight between Jake and the antagonist. The Sullys realize too late that he's missing and can't go after him. The next movie would have had a reason to exist beyond the antagonist lives.

Kiri still gets to show off her ability and connection though it would be in another manner, perhaps calling for healing for someone. Spider still ends up with them and doesn't have to know he would choose to save the antagonist.

These are my thoughts of how they could have made a much better movie. Not just little details of difference between first and second. No, if you're going to tell multiple stories in the same place, do so. Don't tell the same story slightly changed twice and think you can get away with it.

TLDR: Spider is a child. Antagonist should have grown to be someone new or Neteyam should have been kidnapped not dead. Be better movie. Be better.

[herprincenamjoon]

Chapter 36

Her Prince ✏️Prince Namjoon x OC ✏️ Romance ⚠️ Warning Fic includes: Fighting (sword and physical), blood, kidnapping, injury fighting additional warnings in tags⚠️

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“This is so boring,” Yeona said out loud to herself. She was laying on the floor staring at the ceiling while she waited for Si-Woo to return with her lunch.

She wished that Si-Woo would hurry or one of the guys would sneak back through the window like they did yesterday. Sitting around her room not being able to go outside without an escort was boring. She wanted to explore, she wanted fresh air, other than her window. Last night after the guys and her Uncle left she finally had enough and did some cross stitching just so she’d have something to do.

Yeona sighed and turned her head to look at her open window. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining brightly on the slowly melting snow. “It wouldn’t hurt if I looked around a bit. I won't go very far and I’ll keep my head down.”

With her mind made up she got up off the floor and headed toward the changing area. Yeona removed her cape from the hook. The one that the Queen had given her was too noticeable, so she chose her own  to blend in better.

Yeona's hand was on the door handle when she froze at the sound of voices in the hall. As slowly and as quietly as possible she opened the door and peeked out. When she noticed that none of the women were Si-Woo she shut her door again and looked at her window. 

“Well this will be fun.” She smiled and walked over to make her escape.

She let out a grunt once her feet landed on the ground below. A quick look at the front of the building let her know that she would be good leaving that way. The little courtyard was empty for now and if she was quick she’d be able to get away unnoticed.

Yeona took a deep breath and pulled her hood over her head before exiting the side of the building. She wanted to go to the garden. She wanted to see if it was as beautiful covered in snow as she had imagined. So she headed in the direction that she and the Queen had come from on her first night.

BeakJee and Si-Woo warned her that the castle grounds were huge and anyone who wasn’t familiar with it would easily get lost. She hadn’t believed them until she was standing in the middle of one of the pathways trying to figure out which way to go next. 

“This is why you aren’t allowed out without an escort,” she said to herself.

The sound of voices off in the distance grabbed her attention and curiosity. Giving up on her search for the garden, she turned and made her way toward them. What she found was a group of men walking into the closed courtyard next to the training grounds. Some of the men she recognized from the camp and some she didn’t. Keeping her head down she chose to walk along the side wall to see if she could see anything.

After finding an empty crate nearby she placed it on the ground to help her see over the wall. On the other side she could see more men standing around talking. There was a building, it wasn’t too big. She guessed it was a temporary place for prisoners by the look of it. Standing next to the building she could see the King surrounded by guards and talking with one of them. “It looks like they are waiting on someone.” 

“What are you doing?” The sudden voice in her ear made her squeal and lose her balance. Before she knew it she was being held in someone's arms. “It’s good to know you’re still easily startled.” Namjoon chuckled.

Yeona stood up and gave him a bow. “It’s good to know you still like to sneak up on people, Your Highness.” His body tensing up again made her bite the inside of her cheek to hold back her smile.

Namjoon straightened his back and cleared his throat, “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing?”

“I was walking around and heard a group of people so I thought I’d see what was going on,” she confessed.

“You’re pretty far away from the building you’re staying in. Where’s your escort?” Namjoon asked, looking around.

“I don’t have one,” Yeona mumbled.

“You what? Yeona, the castle grounds are not a safe place for you to blindly wander around,” he sighed.

“I know that now. I was originally looking for the gardens.”

“You’re bored, aren’t you?”

“What?” She asked, finally looking at him.

“I’m so sorry Yeona. I should have realized that you wouldn’t enjoy being stuck inside all day, especially with nothing to do.” Namjoon turned and looked at his guards. Yeona didn’t even realize they were there. “Seokjin, Hoseok. Could you please escort Yeona back to her room?” Both men nodded and moved closer to them. “Jimin, I know you don’t really want to be here, so could you please go into my supply room and get Yeona some drawing material?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Yeona said with wide eyes.

“Drawing is something you enjoy and I want nothing more than to make you happy.” Yeona’s heart skipped when Namjoon gave her a shy smile. She didn’t realize just how much she missed his smile and dimples until just now.

“We should go before it starts.” Yeona blinked, breaking her eye contact with Namjoon at the sound of Seokjin’s voice.

“Yes you should.” Namjoon nodded, “Yeona, please no more wandering around by yourself.”

“You have my promise, your Highness,” she said with a bow.

“Good. I’ll come see you tomorrow.” He gave her another smile before leaving.

“Guys,” Yeona said as the three of them made their way away from the crowd. “What was that place?”

“It’s the execution grounds,” Hoseok answered bluntly.

“Who’s being executed?”

“The men you saved us from.”

“Oh.” Yeona’s eyes widened and she walked faster. She definitely didn’t want to see that.

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[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Clint's Stray PT. 5

⚠️Warnings: cheating, cussing

Word count: 2246

Concept: You and Natasha go to Clint’s for Christmas and you meet the strays that Clint brought home. One, in particular, caught your eye.

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You wake up to birds chirping and one of the most adorable sleepers ever laying next to you. Kate slowly starts to open her eyes.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?”

“It was pretty good. I especially liked the part where I felt you cuddling me.” She said with a warm smile.

“Good, because there’s plenty more where that came from.”

You go to kiss Kate when you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Nat opens the door, “hey! Morning guys.” She whispers. “Y/n could I grab you for just a minute?”

“Uhh…sure,” you say, throwing the covers off your body and climbing out of bed.

“What’s up?”

“First of all, wow, I’m so happy for you and the progress you’ve made with Kate. You guys look super happy.”

“Nat…I know you’re my best friend and always care for me but what’s going on you’re beating around the bush right now.”

“Look, I wouldn’t ask you this but I need a huge favour. Clint’s kids are staying with their grandmother for a few days so that Clint and Laura can go on a mini getaway together for the weekend. Fury just called and asked to steal me for a last-minute emergency job. I told him no but he was insistent on me going. Would it be okay if Yelena stayed here with you guys for the weekend? I’ll be back in 3 days…tops.”

You just stare at Natasha with awe and frustration. “I guess.” You say as you suddenly remember what happened between the two of you last night.

“Great, thank you, I love you and I owe you one big time.” She says.

“Oh yeah. Big. Time.”

Natasha runs off, grabs her bag and is out the door. You told Kate what Nat said and she didn’t even bat an eye.

“I’m going to go shower and then maybe we could watch a movie and do some more of that cuddling we talked about?” You say in a flirtatious tone.

“Ouu okay. Maybe we could even play a board game too? With Yelena or something.” Kate responds.

You just kind of look at her and try your best to put on a not-so-fake-looking smile. You lean over, give Kate a kiss and head to the bathroom. The water starts to run and you’re getting undressed when there is a very loud knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“Open up I need to piss,” Yelena screams.

“I’m about to get in the shower.” You say.

“Okay? Let me in.”

“Yelena, I’m naked.”

“C‘mon it’s nothing I haven’t seen already.”

You just don’t respond and leave the bathroom door locked as you hopped in the shower.

While the thought may not have crossed your mind, Yelena knew full well what she was doing. She knew that Kate could hear every word she said to you.

Once you were done with your shower you started making breakfast for you and Kate…and I guess Yelena too. Maybe it’s time you start being a little nicer to her. Perhaps making breakfast and extending that hand will help mend things between the two of you and you can find some sort of closure. You’re making eggs with bacon and hash brown as Kate is sitting at the kitchen table waiting. Yelena walks down after having gotten ready for the day.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here.” She says.

Kate's head starts to raise and look up at her with your back still turned as you face the stove.

“Hey Lena, I made bacon and eggs, want some?” You ask. This was your olive branch. Maybe things between the two of you will heal after all.

Kate faces you with slight confusion on her face when she hears the Knick name come out of your mouth.

“I would love some.” She says. “Have any hot sauce?”

The three of you sit down at the table and eat breakfast together. The whole time Yelena compliments your cooking.

“Man do I miss this. You’re such a great chef y/n.” She says.

From the sounds of it, Yelena wanted to move on from your rocky past too. She was being nice and respectful and almost delightful to be around.

She gets up and grabs your empty plate and brings it over to the sink. You were honestly slightly shocked because even when the two of you were together she never wanted to help clean up after dinner.

Yelena washes the dishes and makes her way back over to the table.

“So, what are you guys up to today?”

“Cuddling,” Kate responds in a very quick and stern tone.

You looked over at her slightly confused but didn’t question it.

“Uhh yeah. But we were also talking about playing a board game if you wanted to join us? We were thinking of Monopoly.” You say.

“Oh nooo, Kate, did she not tell you? Y/n is EXCEPTIONAL at monopoly. Oh, she’ll be wiping the floor with us.” Yelena says with a big smile.

“Wow, it only took you four years to admit that. About damn time.” You say with a chuckle.

Kate grew frustrated seeing the two of you get along so well.

“Well, looks like there’s a first time for everything. You’re going down y/n/n.” She says, narrowing her eyes towards you and then bursting out into laughter.

“Kate, why don’t you go grab the game?” You say.

Kate looks hesitant at first. “Okay.”

She comes back and the three of you start to play. The game starts off well for you because like Yelena said, you are naturally very good at monopoly. You had what you thought was a good game and lots of fun but you started to feel like Kate was acting off.

The game finished with you being the winner of course. “Hey, I’m feeling kind of tired. I think I’m going to go take a nap.” Kate says.

“Okay babes.” You say with a smile. You go to lean in to kiss her but she walks away and just heads upstairs.

Feeling a little awkward about the situation you turn back to Yelena and just start chatting with her. After about 10 minutes of talking you feel like you should go talk to Kate because of how she was acting. You excused yourself from the table and headed upstairs.

The door slowly creaked open, “Hey are you awake?” You whisper.

Kate rolls over on her side and faces you.

“Is everything okay? You seemed kind of upset when you left earlier.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says rolling over to face the other way.

You scrunch your face and walk towards the bed. Pulling the sheets away, you climb in behind her and wrap your arms around her from behind.

“Kate…I know we’ve only known each other for a little bit but I can clearly tell that you’re upset. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I said I’m good.” She says with a slight voice crack in the middle of her sentence.

You tug on her shoulder and pull her onto her back. You can see a slight gloss over her eyes.

“Oh Kate, you look so upset, love. Did I do something wrong?”

“No no it’s not you. It’s just- I just- it’s her.”

“Her? Who? Yelena?”

“Yeah. She’s been super flirty with you all day and it’s like you haven’t even seen it.”

You stop and think for a moment. “Hmm, well I’m sorry. I actually haven’t realized that but maybe that’s not her intention. I feel like she just wants a friend.”

Kate rolls back over again so her back faces you.

“Look babes I’m sorry. I’ll try to fix this and just avoid her. I didn’t think this would make you so upset. I just was trying to see if we could be friends again after what she did and if I could find closure.”

“I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to make such a big deal out of this. I’m not usually the jealous type. It’s just I see the way you two look at each other sometimes and she is incredibly hot and badass. I’m nothing like that.”

“Kate. Really? You are everything like that and more. First of all, you’re an archer and that in itself is badass. Second, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your smile and I know this sounds weird but even the way you walk. Unbelievably sexy.” You say with a small laugh.

You can see a smile creep across her face as her cheeks turn a light shade of pink from blushing.

She pulls you into a tight hug.

“How about we just spend the rest of the day on our own? We can watch movies and lotssss of cuddles.” You say.

“That sounds nice, but I feel kind of bad just leaving Yelena. I feel a bit better after our convo and I feel like I can be there with the two of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I can do it.”

“Okay babes. How about we lay for a little then we can go downstairs and see her?”

“Sounds good.” She says with a warm smile and a hug.

The two of you decide to take a quick nap together. You weren’t exactly exhausted so you laid down for only about 30 minutes. You got up and decided to let Kate sleep for a little while longer…after all, it is still technically Christmas vacation, even if the holiday has passed. You head downstairs where you see Yelena sitting on the couch watching TV.

“Hey,” you say with a yawn. “What are you watching?”

“Hi,” She says with a smile that could light up a room. “I’m watching a movie called James Bond. I have never watched them before but Natasha said they’re good but, to be honest, being somewhat of a spy myself, I find them incredibly inaccurate.”

You let out a genuine laugh. “You’re funny. Mind if I join? Which one are you watching anyway?”

“I don’t know what it’s called but the main character has some really nice blue eyes.”

“Ah yes, one of the films with Daniel Craig.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment and continue to watch the movie. Yelena lets out a loud laugh at the parts of the movie that were by no means funny but to her they were. You couldn’t help but feel comforted by how close the two of you were. You felt like you could finally put the past behind you but there was still one thing that was bothering you.

“Yelena? Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” She says as she eats her popcorn.

“Why did you leave?”

“What do you mean? You know why. I had work, a job that I needed to do.”

“Yeah I know that but why did you leave the way you did? I just came home one day and you were gone. All of your stuff, everything was moved out of our place, it was like you didn’t even exist.”

She paused the movie and turned her body towards you.

“I had to. The job that I was going to do was very secretive and I couldn’t risk exposing you to that sort of danger. I knew that if I–” She started to get choked up. “I knew that if I broke your heart, that you wouldn’t come after me.”

You looked at her with glazed-over eyes, while you needed to have answers it still stung to hear them.

“I couldn’t risk putting you in danger y/n. You were– are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

At this point, you were at a loss for words and holding back tears. The only thing you felt was right was to lean forward and hug her, so you did just that. She wrapped her arms around you and rested her face in the crook of your neck. It was like no time had passed at all and yet over a year has gone by. Yelena felt new and old all at the same time, her body fit in yours perfectly and she felt like…home. She pulls away from the hug and rests her forehead against yours. Yelena brings her right hand up to the cheek of your face to wipe a tear away and let you rest in the palm of her hand.

“I still love you malyshka and I don’t think that will ever change.” She whispers.

“I fucking knew it.”

You snap around and see Kate standing behind you in awe of what she was looking at.

“No– Kate. You don’t understand it-it’s not like that.” “Yeah, whatever y/n. You can save it. You two clearly are meant to be together and I’m done coming second to your ex.”

She storms back upstairs.

“Wait, Kate!” You say getting up to go after her but you are suddenly pulled back. Yelena has a hold of your one wrist.

“Yelena! Let go.”

“No y/n. Let her have a minute. She is clearly very upset and you’re just going to make it worse.”

You knew Lena was right and that giving Kate time would help heal the situation faster but you also felt heartbroken and frustrated that you betrayed the one person you promised you wouldn’t.

You fall back down onto the couch and stare up at the ceiling.

“I fucked up.” You say.

– End of PT. 5 –

[puffinshufflin]

Luisa Madrigal x Reader

⚠️Warning⚠️ Implied (but not directly written) sexual content. Minors, y’all should skip this one just to be on the safe side. If you choose to ignore these warnings, that is your own fault!!! Once more, I am not fluent in Spanish so if I make any errors, pls let me know so I can fix them. Also, while I try to write gender neutral characters, I tend to lean more towards the feminine side unconsciously and would very much like to break that habit, so any tips you have to offer are greatly appreciated💕 Set after the movie’s events.

You had absolutely no idea how Luisa managed to get out of bed each morning. If you had a bed like this, plush like a cloud and warm but not stifling, you would never get up. You remembered the first time you saw it, just hanging out as friends despite the absolutely massive crush you harbored on her. The rumors about the extraordinary bedrooms of the Madrigal’s turned out to be true and your tour of the room consisted of navigating through the huge area with impossible marvels around each turn. To the meticulously polish weights to the rocky lagoon that changed temperature to whatever Luisa was feeling, you found yourself in awe. It was all clearly touched by the Madrigal Miracle, you could feel magic hanging in the air, yet it was all so distinctly Luisa and put you immediately at ease, much like the girl herself. But el evento principal, at least to you, was the massive bed shaded by a large fruit tree, magical sunlight dappled through the branches and casting shapes on the comforter. Luisa had just continued on talking about the room tour, but your eyes stayed glued on the bed and your thoughts took a nosedive into the gutter. That moment, no matter how long ago it happened, stayed with you. You could feel the heat in your face and see the strange look Luisa gave you when she realized you were staring.

Little did you know, that Luisa had been thinking the same, much to her embarrassment. The way you stared at the bed then at her made the muscles in her arms twitch, the urge to throw you over her shoulder growing ever stronger. It took another several months till her fantasy became reality. You have been together for a while now and never shared anything more than a passionate kiss and some light petting. But last night, both of you in high spirits after a particularly lively fiesta. After the members of the family retired to bed, you had tagged along with Luisa, barely managing to wait for her door to close before pulling her into a kiss. So you kissed and kissed some more and, with some difficulty, eventually found yourselves standing before her bed. Both of you stared at the imposing piece of furniture, then back at each other. It was you who took a deep breath and took her hand, bringing it to your lips and pressing light kisses to each knuckle. “I love you”. The words were so soft, she felt them against her fingertips. “Can..would you want to..”, the words got stuck in her throat as she saw the absolute adoration shining in your eyes as you tugged her into the bed and straddled her waist. She had to be oh so delicate, hands balling into the mattress lest she react too strongly. But what you did to her, how lovely your lips looked trailing wet kisses down her neck, her chest, her thighs, it made her heart pound throughout the night as her ceiling stars shined silvery light onto your bodies and the quickly growing pile of discarded clothing.

You finally pulled yourself out of bed the next morning, naked save for the soft blanket draped around your shoulders. You could feel her eyes on your back as you stretched, reveling in the sounds of your sore muscles popping. However, the serenity of the moment was shattered when you attempted to stand and immediately felt your knees buckle and you hit the floor. Luisa sat up so fast that the covers flew in the air. “You alright”, she peered over the side of the bed. Her voice was hoarse and pride floated through you knowing you were the cause of it. You poked your thigh and a tingling sensation spread, as if you had done a hardcore leg workout for hours on end, “I’m perfect”. It took two tries but you managed to pull yourself up and stumble to the small pitcher of perpetually cold water. Pouring a glass, you turned and offered it to Luisa, just as she finished peeling an orange from a low hanging branch. You both smiled, you fondly and her slightly embarrassed. You sat back on the bed and accepted the fruit while handing her the water. She drained the glass quickly as you bit into the fruit. You hummed in appreciation at the taste, eyes closing blissfully. The gulping of water stopped and your eyes opened again. A stray droplet of juice escaped out the side of your mouth and slid down your chin and neck, Luisa’s eyes following it intensely. Her face went red as she realized you caught her staring. You just smiled and wiped it off before falling back into the bed. Luisa set the glass on a small table and turned, using one hand to pluck you up and drop you into her lap. You felt yourself melting as her strong hands rubbed at your shoulders, even going so far as to moan gently as the sore muscles were once again worked by her. She snorted and buried her head into the crook of your neck, peppering the skin with kisses and giggles. You reached and carded your fingers through her loose curls, eyes focusing on an absolutely gorgeous blotch of purplish-red on her shoulder. The both of you somehow managed to mark each other in easy to cover spots, both looking like you lost a fight with how many lovely little bruises covered your skin. “We’re gonna have to get up soon”, you murmured to her. With a powerful exhale, she nodded, yet her arms just tightened around you. “I guess a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt”.

[athyathye]

Twisted

Chapter 3

Author's note 📝: >~</♡ this is probably like 3k+ or 4k+ words

Warnings ⚠️: Profanities, violence if you squint, slapping Mikey I mean- there's gonna be a lot happening in this chap lol

Tags : @rinnieslove cuz she got slightly annoyed I didn't tag her for chapter 2 lol send me your @ if you wanna get tagged

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Walking through the busy city, it was not often normal civilians would catch a glimpse of you. Having only been comfortable inside the comfort of your own home, or somewhere doing business for your father’s legal work with bodyguards around you.

Meanwhile, Mikey was just about to introduce two of your lackeys to the group before him.

“Hey. Attention.” Mikey had started, his hand pointing out to the two men besides him who wore a face of humiliation.

“Starting from today, both of these idiots will be working for us. They’re here for a deal I had with a member from another group. One of their conditions was to not harm them in any way-”

He was interrupted by some of them expressing distaste and letting out groans.

“Ey, that doesn’t seem fair, captain.”

“Yeah! They’re the b*stards who started trash talking us anyways.”

“Let’s just beat these cowards up and call it a day-”

Before the last person could make a move he was slammed to the ground by Baji.

“Listen, you twat.” He grabbed him by the neck, pulling him up from the ground to utter some insults before Mikey opened his mouth once more.

“Do you think you’re better than our leader? Let him finish talking *ssholes” Draken had cut in instead, which caused Mikey to close his mouth and nod.

“Starting today they will be working as Toman’s dogs.” He derogatorily stated, glancing at the unfamiliar boys with a slight smirk on his face, feeling quite accomplished in getting another person to eat their own words.

Nothing feels better than showing people who’s boss, showing people just who he was and what he was capable of. After all, as long as he was there, Toman would never lose. And he’ll make sure he won’t ever lose to anyone ever. Those b*stards who dare oppose him will come back licking his boot or crawling their way to him.

“Do whatever you want.” Was the last words he said before turning around and storming off, he needed something to cool him off for the day. The morning was already pretty sh*tty in his opinion, getting scolded by his own little sister, Draken pulling a prank, and his grandpa scolding him about something he couldn’t even remember.

And to top it all off, he’s got those two nuisances from that small shady group that had either been just formed or worked in the shadows.

He was strolling around a familiar park, walking in a carefree way. Hands in his pocket, lollipop in his mouth glancing at the numerous children playing around before he noticed a shiny little thing in the near bushes.

He walked closer to it, only to discover a pink wallet. He opened it before letting out a huge sigh. Now he wasn't one to do the right thing, he was in a gang for christ’s sake, but something urged him to do something about it.

Not long after he heard the sound of a car. And a familiar person walking to it.

Ah, so maybe that was the something that made him compelled to look through it, maybe this was something like a clue for him, to find out just what the hell this tiny little group was that could make such a bold statement against one of the top dogs.

Because frankly, it wasn’t adding up. If Crux truly was strong enough for those in it to be so arrogant, then there would’ve been something they could have against the other gangs. And judging by your appearance, they must’ve had some rich people backing them up.

It was a big idiosyncrasy to other fellow gangs he’s seen and it was that point-blank reason that made him interested and a little curious.

He followed the car that you had entered, having no difficulty in catching up because of his own vehicle that he was thankful he brought, it wouldn’t be bad to scope out an enemy right?

The familiar feeling of the wind resistance blowing against him felt oddly more comforting today.

He turned his head upwards, breathing in the fresh air that he had so dearly missed, being in a gang full of boys meant always breathing in the smell of sweat and other body odors that made his nose barely function.

A few minutes passed, the car he had been following had stopped as well, leading him to try and hide himself in a nearby corner, blending in with the darkness because of his uniform.

He peeked through the wall, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Only to hear a rugged throat clearing which made him flinch.

He glanced behind him, only to see a pair of blood-red heels along with a matching red jumpsuit that he could tell was worth more than the clothes in his closet. “Are you following me?”

He was immediately more awkward than ever, his gaze sliding away from hers then back again.

Not knowing what to do, he gave a forced laugh. He swallowed rather harshly, Bewilderment twinkled in his eyes before it got replaced by a look of indignation, which caused you to tense your face.

“Are you sayi-” “Well, Have you?” She spoke firmly, eyeing his posture, from the way he clenched and unclenched his hands to the way his hair flowed against the wind.

“Yeah b-” you really needed to work on your listening skills, as you raised your hand to stop him, your hand as dignified as he remembered.

“There’s no point in prolonging it.” She stood up to walk towards him, Mikey being as rigid and sturdy as ever even when you’ve pressed a hand to the wall behind him, besides his head.

“Aren’t you curious?” you leaned your face against his tantalizingly, “Was allowing my minions- I mean people to work for your gang not enough for you?” Your hair hid both of your faces from the rest. Allowing you to do whatever you want without getting stares.

He stood there, quiet and pliant, ready to be manipulated by you, though you knew better than to do that. And he knew better than to let you.

“I’m curious. How you seem familiar.

How would an obviously rich girl like you spend her day while the rest of us wait for something exciting to happen.” He finally found his voice, his hand coming to grip your wrist next to his head, hardening his expression just a tad bit.

“Would you like me to show you?” Your voice had a twinge of mischief in them, it reminded him greatly of his innocent little sister back then, how she used to call after him whenever there was something she did that she knew would get scolded by.

Mikey hesitated, truly there was all sorts of harm in this situation. But he wasn’t one to shy away from adventure. He craved thrill and surely, he would get some if he agreed to your offer.

y/n turned to the group of people who followed her, concentrating on watching the car like the boring men they were.

Before turning back to look at the young boy before her. His eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife, a look which only born leaders could have...or someone who’s gone through a lot.

He was taking too long in answering so she grabbed his wrist, pulling him with you to stride through the people along the sidewalk. The light from the sun gives him a hazy glow.

Y/n took him to the car, the men who came with me not bothering to ask. They didn’t try to butt into her business anymore, and she didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The car ride was quiet, too quiet that it made both of them glance at the window for far too long. They didn’t talk the whole ride, opting to be left alone with their thoughts as they analyzed each other in secrecy, more so Mikey being too cautious.

The car stopped, parking in front of a very wide space, he didn't know where they were, the way here confusing him greatly even though he tried so hard to pay attention.

“Where is this?” He asked, turning to you who began to walk out of the car.

“Somewhere” You plainly said, not even looking back at him as you walked at your own pace.

Your answer gave him no reassurance, glancing around at the bleak and desolate land, he could tell this was something of a private property even without you telling him.

“Come on” you led him somewhere, away from all the bulky men you came with, making him feel quite relieved.

The place was some kind of testing area, the daylight cutting through your eyes like a knife’s edge, bracing your forearm over your face as you heard the familiar neigh of a horse.

“....So you ride horses?” Mikey dreaded asked, shaking his head at the thought of even near one.

“I don’t. This used to be my brothers, he loved taking and forcing me to participate in horse-back riding, but my thrill for that soon left.” You curtly said, glancing at the targets over the vast land.

You saw him glancing at it curiously,  wonder in his eyes which made you sweat.

“Do you want to try riding him?” “Should I?” “You could.”

You hold the reins of the brown horse, untying it from the post where the caretakers had tied in advance for your visit.

You grabbed a red helmet that was on one of the white fences before walking to Mikey’s direction, watching as he geekily watched the animal like an ignorant child.

You taught him the basics, even though you didn’t know a lot yourself. Allowing him to learn on his own after a few minutes before going to do your own stuff.

You didn’t bother telling him what you were to do, it wasn’t his business anyways. You shook your hands, along with your head sighing under your breath.

Trying to shake off the memories threatening to plague your mind.

A few hours had passed, Mikey seemed to be having so much fun judging by the sheen glow of sweat on his face, smiling brightly at the way the horse took him around with no objections, it would’ve been so convenient to have bring it around with him, that way he wouldn’t have to use Draken as his temporary one.

He saw you come back for him, a towel in your hands which you used to wipe the sweat off of your neck. He wondered if you were a good person. He wasn’t one to worry about the future, but if he was asked, he definitely wanted to have someone like you by his side. Maybe it was his greed for money but who knows?

“Hey, get down already.” You walked closer to them, reaching a hand on the reins. He took notice of your trembling hands. ‘What’ He thought, glancing at you who didn’t seem to be the least bit bothered, standing on his side.

He moved to get off the horse, sadly the snaggle probably loosened while he was having too much fun, as soon as he stepped harder on the stirrups it caused it to roll and lose his balance.

His eyes widened before he braced himself for the impact. For a gang leader, he had fast reflexes, which he was certainly thankful for, his hands grabbing you by the back as he flipped your positions, making him land on the rather hard ground with a thud.

Fortunately, your hands had enough time to position themselves beside his head, carrying half of your weight, slowly opening your eyes only to see him already looking at you.

“I don’t really get it, Shinichiro….”

“Speak respectfully to me brat-”

Both of you glanced at each other with alarmed eyes, before you slightly smiled at the ridiculousness of the said situation. ‘How cliche...I hate it.’ you thought, making a move to stand yourself up before you felt a hand on the small of your back.

“Look, it doesn’t matter right now. You’re a kid. But just promise me, one day you’ll find yourself a beautiful bride, someone who you felt a connection with at first glance.”

“Why? Can’t you do it yourself? You’re girl crazy. That’s like, your purpose or something”

“You’re such a brat.”

‘Beautiful’ he thought so himself, looking up at you who had that ring of glow made by the sun making you the only focus, grabbing his attention entirely. He watched as a bead of sweat ran down your face, dropping on the ground next to him, hairs sticking on the side of your head along with your breathing that was fast and steady. A ghost smile appears on your face.

You were truly attractive, no doubt about it. To him you looked like the exact replica of happiness dorayaki gave him, if that made sense. The peace and comfort he had when he played around with it near the body of water he came to for quietness.

And maybe it was because he was a curious teenager, a teenager who never knew how much he was craving for love, a teenager who also craved for the feeling of having someone romantically by his side, added with the fact that he felt extremely compleed to you. Like a bee to a flower.

He was curious about them all, those afternoon and nighttime shows Emma watched feeling the slight buzz and haziness they were always talking about that he’d always scoff at. A feeling he had never experienced before, a feeling he used to dread back when he was an immature child.

A hand sneaked it’s way to your cheek, making you glance at him with slight apprehension. You saw the way he tenderly held you, hand almost trembling from the hesitance of wanting to touch you.

You saw his eyes close, face nearing yours. You did what you had to do, closing your eyes as well. Before giving him a tender-

SLAP!

His face turned to the side, in shock of the stinging in his cheeks as he glanced back at you, seeing your cold expression.

“What were you about to do?” The lines creasing in your brows, eyes narrowing, even an idiot could tell you were angry.

“...I’m sorry.”  “As you should be”

You stood up, brushing your jumper. You were too peeved to tell him more, deliberately turning away to head to your vehicle. Not caring if he followed you or not.

The car ride back was quiet as well, the tension thicker than earlier, and Mikey blamed himself for that.

You said nothing as you reached the place you had caught him in. Not even bothering to tell him what he should do, thankfully he knew what this meant. He left on his own, glancing back at you who just stared at the scenery outside.

“Sorry”

He closed the door, finding the keys in his pocket as he dared not to look back at your car.

For someone who was claimed to be invincible, it seemed like the only way to defeat him was through a woman's touch.

You weren’t one to be swayed, you've learned your lesson at a young age. And you weren’t your father’s daughter for nothing.

"Welcome back!" 'God kill me now' that frilly voice always managed to give you cold feet.

You turned around, meeting the eyes of your smiling father…..and fake step-mother.

"Geez, a lady should be well-mannered, attentive and caring. How will you find a husband like that?" Her manicured fingers made motions towards you, which made you scowl in irritation.

"Why can't you be more like Aika! She's got her life set!" "Now, now, don't force my daughter into a corner."

"Worry about your own business, stop sticking your soggy nose into mine." You cut through their conversation, it wasn't new anyways, no matter how much the woman tries to 'correctly' any part of you, your father would cut in, but only at the last minute.

"How dare you! I've only had one surgery my entire life, which was a reduction!" She looked smug as hell saying that, which frankly made you so irritated you had to stop yourself from saying anything worse than

"Awwe, how cute. Sadly, I don't think it worked, your ego's literally taking up the space. I've barely got any place to breathe. Might wanna switch doctors now" you rolled your eyes, feeling agitated by the way the woman tries time and time again to put you in your place.

Your father had chuckled, finding it amusing how you seemed to be taking after him in terms of personality.

"You're becoming more and more like your pops y/n" he chuckled affectionately, this was a secret but you too craved for the parental love he used to give you. You missed his gentle pats and straightforward but loving words.

But he ruined your family the day he brought home numerous mistresses even though he promised your mother he never would. He broke his promise which meant he was not someone to trust.

Sure, he may have his reasons, but nothing would excuse him now. Not when he bought and married a woman with a daughter. Adopting another child when he very clearly has one of his own.

“Good morning!” ‘speak of the devil’ you thought as you held yourself back from entering the car.

A woman of average height walked towards where you guys were, her hands wrapped around the arm of another familiar face.

“Good morning daddy~!” She flashed her pearly whites towards your father, which made him pat her head. God how you wished she would just stop begging for attention from your father.

It may sound selfish but you wanted nothing to do with her.

Aika was a child born out of wedlock. Her mother had a fiance but cheated with a man who had a high status. Soon after she got pregnant, her lover had recklessly abandoned her as well as his unborn child.

Her fiance, having left no love for her, did nothing to help her or her baby. Which left your step mother, Misumi, to work all sorts of jobs in order to support the both of them, that was until your father decided to let his saviour complex run through.

You hated the fact that she leeched on your father. You hated the fact that she acted like the 2nd in command in your household when she knew very much she was a mistress, nothing more nothing less.

You grit your teeth, maybe your anger was justified, maybe it wasn’t one thing was for sure though, both the daughter and the mother got on your nerves.

“-was just showing Ran around! Since he’s gonna be the heir and all!” She smiled brightly, twiddling her fingers while looking down.

“Aw, my daughter’s surely going to be a good wife someday!” Misumi exclaimed, repeatedly tugging at your father’s coat while also pointedly looking at Ran who just smiled carelessly.

“Ho, she will.” Your father had amusedly said, but felt uncomfortable by the way Ran had smiled. And the fact that he was looking directly at you who had just blanked out in the entire conversation.

“You should learn something from Aika, dear” Was she speaking to you? You hid your scoff as you crossed your arms above your chest, breathing slowly in order to not lose your cool. Only nodding to get it over with as you dared not to look at Aika’s face.

“Ran! Wanna go to the movies with me later?” “Ah...well I’ll be busy doing stuff with Mr. l/n later. You have fun though”

“Ah! Well alright…” She sounded dejected which made Ran glance at your father with a wobbly smile.

“Surely you can make some ti-” “Can I go now?” you cut Misumi off, which made her glance at you in a way that showed her irritation.

“You shouldn’t cut someone off li-” Before she could finish her sentence you had already left, leaving her to silently fume, glancing at your father to see if he would do something. But he only glanced at your figure that was entering the house.

You entered your room, seeing two people inside the wide space. “Will you please get out? I’ve already had enough of a bad day.” you glanced at the two boys eating on your bed with cards in front of them.

“Oh. hey princess~ when’d you get home?” Hanma curiously asked, placing down two cards on the bed. The blue-haired man he was playing with grunted before messing up the cards which made Hanma chuckle.

You shook your head before you gestured towards the door, “Out.”

Before they could move a knock was heard. You sighed, scratching the back of your neck before you opened it.

You were face to face with Ran who had his hand above your door. “Your dad said I could take the day off, I wanted to get to know my rival, you know?”

“You were supposed to agree with Aika.”

“Well, I wanted to get to know you first.” stepping into the hallways you closed the door behind you, glancing at him with unimpressed eyes.

“That would unfortunately cause a scandal of some sorts.”

“You’re such a princess, I don’t know you yet, but I can tell you act more sophisticated when you’re embarrassed” He chuckled, leaning his face down near yours.

“How was it? Following me around like a creep since the day you got here?”

Ran swallowed dryly, glancing at you who wore a face of pure dominance. It wasn’t like him to be so...curious, but Ran was a man attracted to power.

He wondered what it would be like to see the gaze you look at him from below. He wanted to kneel before the overbearing ‘princess’ He wanted you to speak only to him with that voice, paired with the even icier gaze you sometimes send.

He wanted to make you feel the same as well. How fun would it be to mess around before being put in place by a woman like you?

He was about to respond when the door to your room had opened once more.

“Woah there, Haitani. Watch it. I may be nice, but this fella right here isn’t” Hanma smiled before he pointed back to the dyed blue-haired male who was obviously taller than all 3 of you.

“I suggest backing off” Gone was the same friendly smile he had, replaced with a facial expression of pure apathy.

“Wasn’t going to do anything” He shrugged, hands up turning around to leave, before turning back to glance at you, with a smile of his own.

“Besides...Even if I did, that’d be none of your concern, right fiancée?

“...Damn, did we interrupt something? Or did just miss a few chapters?” The sound of a cookie crunching echoed as Hanma chewed rather obnoxiously. “Just shut up.”

All 3 were blissfully unaware of the fact that a person had been in the same hallway the entire conversation, clenching their fist as they bit their lip in frustration. The way their eyes glared at the object in front of them showed just how much hatred she harboured.

It's finally starting to unravel! I'm so excited to publish chapter 4! There's gonna be a lot in there as well, chapter 6 is where its at tho~ thanks for reading!💓

[gh0stchoir]

Rich Daishou Headcannons

Anime: Haikyu!!

Character(s): Suguru Daishou

Pronouns used: he/him

Time set point: big boy adults

Warnings?: drinking

A/n: THIS ISNT PROOFREAD CUZ I WAS BORED AND WANTED TO WRITE ABT HIM- SO SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES

⚠️FEMALE ALIGNED = DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED⚠️

Spoiling.

HES SO FUCKING SPOILING-

“Look dear! I got you that figurine you wanted!”

“DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THAT WAS-“

He gets a lot of scolding <3

He just wants to spend his money on you :(

He honestly thinks it shows he loves you so much

You ever want something? He’s immediately getting it for you.

This poor love struck idiots heart is about to bust because he sees how you aren’t into him for his money like other people were

You actually love him

He cries about it on occasion <3333

Lots of fancy dinner dates

He is also the fucking king at the best gift giving holidays.

“Kuroo’s birthday is coming up, Su. He’s been wanting this new weird science thingy”

“Mhm? Oh we can just get him a card and like 10 bucks. Anyways, about this dinner I planned!”

He’s such an idiot lmao

Only likes to splurge money on you and sometimes on himself

Him being a hopeless romantic, it means he does some really cute shit

Once took you out ice skating (omg back when I had wattpad, I wrote a oneshot of Daishou and reader going on an ice skating date- PLS)

And booked out the whole rink so it was just the two of you

Him being rich, allowed him to have skated in lessons (yes I hc that he took lessons growing up)

So, it was quite amusing to watch you fall on your ass multiple times

“Oi quit laughing! This isn’t funny!”

Que you, sitting on the ice with a slightly angry pouty face

“Come, let me show you my sweet boy.” (Ohmygod I love him sm)

Whenever you plan to hang out with friends, he loves to tag along. Simply to show you off but

If it’s like a shopping trip hang out thing, oh man.

Bitch spends so much money on you

“Oh shush. I’ve been wanting to buy this new game for kenma. Now go buy you something Suguru.”

He gets all grumpy because he sometimes feels selfish buying stuff for him

Kenma is just glad he gets something out of this stupid trip

Oh god holidays with Daishou-

IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT HOLIDAY- COULD BE FUCKIN HALLOWEEN OR SOME SHIT AND HE GETS YOU A GIFT-

He uses it as an excuse

You two probably live in an expensive house/apartment

So like everything in the house is nice and shit

Y’all have a huge tank full of beautiful colorful fish

He also got a snake for y’all<3

Doesn’t matter if you hate snakes or love them, he’ll make you hold it often

He also got you a dog for your birthday

It was a australian shepherd border collie mix (that’s my favorite dog<3)

That dog is living the best life-

OHMYGOD YALLS BACKYARD?????????

LOOKS LIKE THOSE RICH PEOPLES BACKYARDS

BRIGHT GREEN GRASS?? CHECK

BEAUTIFUL CLEAN POOL?? CHECK

Late night swims if you aren’t afraid of the dark or water, or both<3

Y’all have a big ass comfy bed

He let you pick out a lot of the furniture

You wanted a big comfy bed

He honestly agreed

He’s gone for awhile for work? You have a big snake stuffie you named after him and cuddle it

He comes home to you asleep, curled against the giant stuffie

His heart melts

OHMYGOD THIS MAN AND HIS FUCKIN EXPENSIVE WINE COLLECTION?????

HONESTLY HE JUST HAS EXPENSIVE ALCOHOL

He gets drunk once or twice a week, grinning lazily on his stool in the kitchen

“Kiss meeee babyyy”

“Not until you get your drunk ass in bed.”

In the morning he’s confused why he woke up in the bathtub

“Oh, you got drunk and when I told you to go to bed, you went to sleep in the bathtub.”

He was so embarrassed LMAO

Loves to go to professional volleyball games, and get good seats with you

He rambles a lot about the game, it’s so cute pls

Y’all when to game late at night?

On the way home, he’s rambling again about the game. When he asks a question and you don’t answer, he looks next to him to see you falling asleep

You had on his jacket OHMYGID

LMAO HHDUSJSHD

He just loves you so much, and wants you to have everything you want. And he’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe and happy<3

[gingeraleluke]

Another one from me!

Fast forward: Modern Family HAHAHAHAHA

I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER SEEN IT SO THIS SHOULD BE FUNNY

I JUST GOOGLED WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE AND HOLY SHIT THATS A BIG ASS FAMILY

the only thing i know about this show is sofia vergara, sarah hyland, and raini rodriguez’s brother is in it 💀

IM SURE ITS GOOD OKAY DONT JUDGE ME I HAVENT SEEN A LOT OF SHOWS

ALRIGHT I DONT KNOW THEIR NAMES

SO SORRY IF IM OFFENSIVE LMFAOOO AND IF I GIVE U A BAD CHARACTER, IM SORRY IDK THESE PEOPLE

okay first off

starting with this mf who looks like he reads smut so imma say this is @wrldofspice bc they are freaky asf and i feel like they post smut on the daily

this girl looks like she would push you on purpose and blame it on your huge feet 😀

IM JUST ROASTING THEM AT THIS POINT BUT WHATEVER

i don’t want to tag anyone as her bc she seems mean so imma just say myself

this is @mrspetxrs ….idk why i can’t explain it but it’s them 😭

she kinda looks like her favorite food is roast beef

but anyways

next is sarah hyland’s character

she seems nice but also looks like she would steal your science homework and your man.

imma say that this is @vinniehcker

LMFAOOOO

JUPSCARE WARNING ⚠️

NO FORREAL WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT

mans built like the green goblin lowkey

IM SORRY THATS SO MEAN PLEASEE

he looks conservative yet sensitive

i’m giving this to @vinnieslut bc he seems like a slut as well ✨🤍 /lh

next is sofia’s character

aight come on guys

this is me

we got the same big biddies and everything 🤩

NAHH THIS IS FUCKED BUT IM GIVING THIS TO @itskoushi BC THEY A MINOR 💀

next one is rico so i’m giving it to @chalametsamour for being swag.

is… is that robert irvine??

ITS NOT??!!

I JUST FUCKING GOOGLED IT

HE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM PLEASE NO WAIT READY ILL SHOW YOU

NAH THATS THE SAME PERSON IM TAGGING MR ROBERT IRVINE FOR THIS ONE CHEIF

this is @insaneinsiders because he has the same crazy look in his eye

he looks like he enjoys eggnog on a christmas morning and i can appreciate that

he also looks like he gets stressed easily

next is the ginger who i’m gonna give to @sofslander because i’m a ginger and i deserve the world, just like sof does!!

and lastly, the little girl

who is obviously @diorjadore

because she’s got her hands on her hips like she’s about to steal the spotlight

and raven is a baddie just like that kid

anyways

i hope you enjoyed me roasting the characters of a show i’ve never seen!

COME JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY!

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SMUT⚠️WARNING⚠️SEX WITHIN

SHIGARAKI X FEMALE READER

CAN I HAVE YOU

You stood in Shigaraki’s room admiring his vast game and manga collection. After joining the league, he had taken quite a liking to you.You two had become close, bonding over shared interest. He even made you his second in command, which made you a bit nervous, but he was sure you could handle it. He had faith in you.You even helped take care of him after his fight against Redestro, patching up his wounds.

Today you had spent all day in his room playing a new game while discussing his plans for the future, the PLF, how he wanted to surpass AFO among other random topics. Shigaraki really was a genius.His views and strategies, his way of thinking and analyzing a situation impressed you. You help admiration for him, he was your leader after all.You held a lot of admiration and respect for your boss, and felt like people didn't give him enough credit. And he seemed to feel the same about you.  

As you checked out his games you could feel the heaviness of his eyes upon you. That undeniable uncanny feeling of being watched. The sound of his nails scraping as they raked up and down his already clawed up neck. "Are you OK Tomura?" you ask, turning to face him, your eyes holding concern, you thought he had kicked this tick of his. He seemed clearly disturbed by something though. The air was heavy with unease.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, his gaze scanning over your body, his breathing became heavy and ragged. His eyes locked onto yours. Yet he didn't answer. You stood there in silence waiting for his reply, feeling more uncomfortable with every passing second. The atmosphere in the room had changed fast, becoming thick and tense. Feeling maybe you have worn out your welcome, you decide it was probably time to leave. Tomura's mood was always prone to change rather quickly, he could be quiet and calm one minute then switch to volatile the next.

"Well I guess I'll go, enjoy your game Tomura" you said, giving him a wave, turning away from him as you headed for the door. You could hear his chair squeak followed by the padding of his heavy footsteps approaching you. Next thing you knew you felt two thin but strong arms clutching you to a toned chest. His face snuggled into the crook of your neck.

"You're so pretty, so soft, smell so good, I need you" he rambles his breath hot against your skin as he inhales your scent. He trails open mouthed kisses over your shoulder and neck, teeth sinking into your flesh as he sucked deeply, surely leaving a dark mark behind, proof that you were his, well you would be. "Tomura" you exclaimed, shocked by his show of affection as you jolted in his grip. This only made him hold you tighter, encasing you flush to his body. His hips pressed firmly into your backside, showing you just what you do to him. Your eyes widened at the large bulge shoved against you, he felt absolutely huge. 

His hands roamed and explored your body, one journeying up under your shirt squeezing your full breast while the other trailed lower, cupping your sex through your jeans, touching both materials with all 5 fingers. Turning the fabrics to dust in a matter of seconds leaving you exposed, bare under his touch. His fingers pinching your nipples, quickly making pert little buds grow, while his other digits discovered your clit, the calloused pad of his thumb caressing the sensitive jewel. His other fingers sliding over your lips. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning as his hands toyed with you.

You're left speechless as you feel him thrusting his hips into you, grinding and humping you, his dick rubbing all over your backside while he grunted over you. You can hear his whimpers as his tongue licks the shell of your ear."Shig what are you doing" you somehow managed to get out.

"Can I have you, please, I need you so bad" he begs while his arms tighten around you. Rutting into you like an animal. He was so overcome with his desire for you, the need to feel something other than his own hand on his manhood. He could no longer control himself around you. You couldn't believe this was happening. Your boss and friend, assaulting you in such a way. That he wanted you this badly. You felt helpless, trapped against him. One of his hands left you briefly and you quickly figured out why when you felt skin to skin contact as his hard cock slid between your legs, rubbing over your slit. Pumping his need between your thighs.

You should be struggling, telling him to stop. But you couldn't bring yourself to. He was so hot, strong and he was making you horny. You had always felt an attraction to him and to have him this intimately close was impeding your thoughts. Every nerve in your body felt alive under his touch. The way his fingers grazed over your slick folds. The rough texture added so much friction, making your knees wobble and buckle, if it wasn't for him clutching you so tightly you surely would have fell to the floor. 

His thumb playing with your clit had your whole body shaking, a strangled cry left your lips as he increased his speed."Tomura s..st..stop, I .." you couldn't even form a coherent sentence with his fingers playing with you. Fuck it felt so incredibly good.

"Why, you clearly like it, you're getting so wet for me and you're trembling, just from my fingers" he teased. Punctuating his statement by pushing two long fingers into your slick coated core. Pumping in and out slowly while curling them inside you. Hearing you moan was so beautiful to him. You were enjoying him. You couldn't deny it, you wanted him. His digits sliding between your folds, scissoring wide as to open you up for what was sure to come.His next words broke your heart though.

"You don't even have to look at me, you can keep your eyes closed or I can take you from behind, you can pretend I'm someone good looking, someone you want, just please let me have you just this once. Please" he was practically sobbing at this point, begging for you.Did he actually think that low of himself. Really think he was so unsightly that you couldn't bear to look at him. 

"Tomura, why do you say that I want to look at you" you somehow managed  to get out between whimpers. You felt his fingers abruptly leave you. Missing the fullness of them already. As you were turned to face him in a heartbeat. His vermilion eyes gazing into yours. They held a hunger you had never seen, it was like he wanted to devour you, and you were going to let him.

"You want to look at me, my face doesn't creep you out" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. Reaching out you held his face in your hands."Why would you even think that, I find you very attractive Shigaraki" you exclaimed, looking up into his red eyes.

His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your wet cavern. He didn't start off gentle either, he went straight from 0 to 100 as his wet muscle shoved itself down your throat, dominating the kiss. Meanwhile he had started maneuvering you backwards, leading you to his bed. "You'll willing let me fuck you" he asked in disbelief. But before you could answer he had pushed you onto the bed, quickly crawling over you, trapping you underneath him. His hands on either side of your head."I promise I'll make you feel good baby" his voice was husky as his knee settled between your thighs. 

“I'm gonna make you mine, show you how well we fit together Kitten, but first I want to devour you. I bet your delicious" he purred. Slowly kissing a path down your body. Over your supple breasts, lips latching onto your pert nipple, taking it into his mouth, suckling at the stiff peak before moving over your stomach, licking a path down to the treasure between your legs. He could particularly taste you already.  He had wanted you so bad, and to finally have you beneath him, all his, to do with as he pleased. 

Coming to your womanhood he licked your puffy lips eliciting a soft whine from your lips. This encouraged him as he started drawing patterns over your slit. Your hands were laced through his hair, pulling the white locks. "You like that baby" he purred, breath fanning over your wet folds making you shudder. Your body bucked when he touched your clit, thumb rubbing short circles over it. 

"Fuck Shigaraki, please" you begged. "Please what angel, tell me what you want. You want this" he asked. Giving your pearl a quick lick. "Yes, so good" you mumbled. Your eyes rolling back in your head. He didn't need any further encouragement as he began flicking his talented tongue over your sensitive bud, driving you crazy. Every nerve in your entire body was tingling with electricity, your toes curled as his assault on your jewel continued. 

"Your so wet for me babe" his tongue dipped past your folds tasting your very essence. "I could eat you all day, but I need to be inside you pet" he groaned. Lapping at your sex a few more times before pulling away. He Positioned himself at your dripping entrance, his reddish uncircumcised tip was already oozing with pre cum. He felt so hot and heavy pressed against your opening, poised and ready to surge forward. Throwing your legs over his shoulder he finally drove into your warm core.

"Holy fuck kitten, your so incredibly tight" he groaned feeling your walls clamp down on his hard member. He was so big, you were struggling to take him. Gripping your hips, he plunges in further, your walls trying so hard to accommodate his girth as he repeatedly sheaths his cock within your depths. You grab the bedsheets, trying to relax and breath as he filled you with his thick length.

"That's it bunny, take every fucking inch of me. I'm gonna mold your little cunt to my fat cock. Your mine now, say it." He demanded, driving completely into your tight pussy again and again. You try to speak, to obey him, but "Yours'' was all you could manage through strangled cries as he pulled out only to slam back in harder. The whole bed was moving from the strength of his thrusts, headboard was hitting the wall most likely alerting anyone around exactly what was happening. A grin of pure satisfaction graced his handsome face as he watched your pussy engulf his entire engorged shaft finally buried to the hilt inside you. You felt like heaven, the way your walls clenched, around him, sucking him in, expanding to shape to his manhood. 

He could no longer hold back, with you squeezing him so amazingly tight, his thrusts were getting faster and faster. Your body was quivering underneath him as you whined and cried out in pleasure. The obscene sound of wet skin slapping together mixed with his lustful pants and grunts invaded your ears, echoing through the room creating a symphony to your own lewd whimpers and moans. His throbbing length was pounding into you, hitting the gummy patch deep inside, his hips rutting against you, a tingling feeling started to coil in your stomach quickly unwinding and spreading through your body like electricity as your orgasm built. Shigaraki felt you flutter and convulse around him. "Come on pet, cum on my cock, soak me baby girl" he huffed, pumping into you relentlessly. Stars clouded your vision as your release spilled over his manhood, drenching it with your essence. 

"Such a good girl for me, now I'm gonna fill you up with my seed. I'm gonna coat your insides my kitten. I'll stuff you so full." You could feel him twitch as his pulsing length rubbed over your slick walls that were desperately trying to milk him, his movements were more erratic, his hips snapping into you furiously as he chased his own release, that intense pleasurable pull in his balls and the pit of his abdomen, so thrusting a few more times into your tight heat before he stilled, throwing his head back and pumping thick milking cum into your womb, painting your walls white. "Gonna give you every drop, my pretty little whore, mine" he growled. Looking down he watched his cum pour out of your aching cunt. His face was flushed and his breathing ragged as he bent down kissing your neck, sucking on a tender spot right above your collarbone. Your eyes widen when you feel him harden inside you again. "Ready for the next round" his raspy voice whispered in your ear.

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1216 notes • Posted 2021-01-02 22:04:21 GMT

#4

what if s/o pussy is super tight that shiggys cock gets... trapped inside her n cant take it out

SMUT BIG COCK TIGHT PUSSY

XXX WARNING ⚠️

I don't see him minding. But he keeps lube nearby.

The little whines you make while he's trapped inside your pussy just make him want to hear more of them.

Shigaraki gets off on your pain so he'll still try to pump his manhood inside you.

His thickness stretching you out way to much, he is bottomed out inside you, your walls clamping down on his cock.

He's stuck and every time he tries to pull out of you you cry and your insides constrict even more. Making his eyes roll back in his head, your nails digging into his back.

Your sex eagerly sucking him back in, refusing to let go of the swollen shaft that spilt it open, rubbing it in all the right ways.

Was it his fault he's got a massive cock. He knows he's long and fat, he's proud of it.

He's even more proud to have you come undone on it.

Let's be honest this is like a medal for him.

Sure it almost hurts him, almost, but it stills feels deliciously tight and warm.

His length engulfed in your cunt. Your walls clench and flutter around him.

If he could just get soft then that would make things easier but with how good you feel and those damn sounds you keep making its not happening anytime soon.

He tries to tell you to stop but when he opens his mouth all that is heard are his own groans and grunts followed by a slew of curse words.

He comes to the conclusion that this means he just needs to form your cunt to his cock. By fucking you more.

Maybe he should let it stay inside you all night, he thinks out loud.

"Shigaraki no, you can't be serious". You panick.

You are so sore, your sex is aching and the stinging burn makes you feel like passing out.

"Look I'm not gonna stop putting my dick in you, and if we don't take care of it, well it will keep happening so..."

"Sshh baby calm down, if you keep tossing around you'll hurt yourself even more take a deep breath cause it's not coming out." He smirked, trying to sooth you.

He most likely has to restrain you for your own good, tieing your hands above your head, his hands holding your legs in place keeping them spread wide. Restricting your movements.

"Now I'm gonna train your little pussy so be a good girl."

At some point this bastard grabs his phone and films you struggling on his dick. Yes he even does the obnoxious thumbs up pic, capturing his engorged length stuck in your sore used hole.

"Fuck you Shigaraki" you stammer out.

"Oh you are baby kitten" he giggles.

1261 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 23:34:56 GMT

#3

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Shigaraki has a bitchy, toxic girlfriend who treats him like shit and doesn't love him. Shes also a prude at sex. Not letting him do anything he wants to. Only the occasional plain boring vanilla sex. He believes he can't find anyone better, that no one would want him, then you come along. The attraction is immediate. So he cheats on his horrible girlfriend with you. Now will you want a relationship with him. What will happen to his girlfriend. This isn't spaced how I'd like but it was the only way it would fit

Shigaraki's relationship had become stale, loveless, boring. Honestly he wasn't sure there was ever love in it to begin with. From the start he had blinders on, only seeing what he wanted to. Ignoring all the signs that it was just for show. That his girlfriend was a gold digging bitch. Despite knowing the truth he still stayed. 

Looking back he knows the real reason he got together with her. Michelle, the very name brings a bitter taste to his mouth now. But at the start she showed him affection, which he had been deprived of for so long, all his life almost, and here was this girl flirting with him, touching him. A soft feminine caress was so nice. She gave him what he so desperately wanted, someone to call his. He was tired of being lonely so he played along, telling himself everything was fine, I have a girlfriend, trying to trick himself into believing it. 

The first person who showed him the slightest  amount of attention and he clung to it for dear life. He was blinded by a pretty face. He was just drawn to the thought of having someone, anyone. He was still a human being and companionship is a basic necessity.  She wasn't bad to look at either. She was an above average looking girl and he knew he couldn't be picky, not with his looks. Shigaraki thought of himself as ugly. Hideous was more like it. A monster. His skin was dry, cracked and scarred. He was broken and flawed. 

He never dreamed he would have a girl to call his. The chance of anyone wanting him was unlikely so when she came along offering a sweet smile, a soft touch, and of course sex, he latched onto it. Jumping at the chance of having a girlfriend. A warm, soft body laying next to him, in his bed, the very thought made his heart skip a beat. Shigaraki was a faithful man. He devoted himself to one person. Too bad she was only with him for what she could get out of it. In it just for clout. 

Shigaraki was a very strong, feared villain already. He was the leader of the League of Villains. In command of the PLF. Everyone knew he was AFO's successor, on his way to becoming the next Villain King. Which meant money, authority, and power. She was his girlfriend and that got her respect, and since he came with money she was able to go shopping, all she had to do was touch him or have sex with him. So she played the role.

She would sling insults at him on a daily basis. Constantly reminding him of his scars and skin condition. Saying how uncomfortable it was to kiss him. It was only when she wanted something that she would allow him to indulge in sex, as if she was granting him a huge favor. 

"You should be thankful you have a girlfriend" she would sneer. Looking at him with her lips curled up, like he was a piece of dirt on her shoe. Her words broke his heart. 

"Why are you even with me if you think I'm so hideous" he would ask. 

"You're lucky to have me, no one else would be with someone like you" was her cruel response.

She always tried to get him to put lotion on his scars, telling him "don't you want to look normal." His heart clenched every time he heard those hurtful words, knowing how she really felt, it was like a knife in his heart. He didn't need a reminder of his appearance, he was confronted with it every time he looked in the mirror. Hell he thought about it all the time, he hated himself more than anyone. 

"It's a skin condition, lotion doesn't help" he would mumble in return, hanging his head, letting his hair obscure his features, like it would somehow erase them.

"Well keep them covered. I don't want to see them, you now that's why I close my eyes when we have sex" she bite out. 

When they had sex she wouldn't ever look at him, she preferred  to do doggie style or ride him that way she didn't have to see his face. 

He was horny all the time so getting laid was a plus, even if it was only once in a while. After all if she wanted that new designer bag or to get those claws of hers done she would have to act like a real girlfriend and open her legs.

When it came to sex she was boring, only willing to do vanilla sex. Due to his large size she made him use a ton of lube and go very slow, complaining the whole time. "You're too big, not so fast" she would complain.

He wanted a fun eager girlfriend to moan his name, beg for his cock. Willing to indulge all his fantasies that he jerks off to so often, to hold them down, hear them cry and whimper. Letting him choke them as he drives his dick into them, say all the filthy things on his mind. 

Swallow his cum instead of having to let it spray it on the floor like it was something filthy. To spill his seed on their face, or fill up their tight pussy.  One time he had came on Michelle's stomach and she freaked out like it was the nastiest thing in the world, hurling and gagging as if it was killing her. The first time he tried to put his hand on her throat she freaked out. "Keep those freaky hands away from me, you could kill me," she would scold him. 

He wanted nothing more than to pound into her, being in her warm cunt felt so fucking good. For Shigaraki controlling himself was such a struggle. He longed to be rough, to let go. He wanted to spank a girl till she couldn't sit for a week, for being bad and disobeying him. Choke her while he was balls deep in her sex. Dominate her so she knows her place. Make her open her mouth so he could spit in it and laugh as she gulps it down. Shove his length up her ass while his fingers plunged into her pussy. Walk her around on a leash so it was clear she was his pet. 

He knew there wasn't a chance in hell Michelle would be willing to participate in such shameful, vile activities, she was such a prude. "You can't actually think I'd let you do that kind of perverted stuff to me, what's wrong with you" she would say, so he dropped it.

When it came time for him to get attention she flat out refused to go down on him, saying how revolting it was to put his uncircumcised dick in her mouth. Only occasionally would she lazily give him head when she wanted something bad enough, and even then it didn't last long, nor was she able to take much of him, he was a big boy after all so he never expected that. Always saying how she deserved a reward for doing him such a big favor.

She would give him a lazy hand job but his own hand did a better job at that than she did. Still the feel of a girl's touch on his cock was nice. Something he never thought he'd feel.

She always wanted him to eat her out though. Telling him that those dry chapped lips were only good for one thing. 

Tomura certainly didn't mind camping between a girl's legs and eating her out, hell he enjoyed it even if she was not that tasty. She was bitter and tart, but the way she would squirm and whimper made it easy to pretend he had a loving girlfriend who desired him.

Over time they had sex less and less. Tomura got off more by masturbating than by his own girlfriend, and even kissing had ceased. Yet he stayed anyway and took the verbal abuse and he hated himself for it. Why? Because he was that pathetic, he wanted a girl that bad.

He felt like a dog begging for a bone, a scrap of attention. He'd pay someone just to hold him. To let him touch their soft skin. Pet his hair.

One night he was so desperate for sex, or any human contact, that he begun humping Michelle in her sleep, he needed friction, contact, anything. Of course she woke up, shocked that her boyfriend was defiling her in such a way. "What the fuck is wrong with you, your so gross" then proceeding to call him such horrible names, he felt so humiliated. 

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1364 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 21:00:22 GMT

#2

Ok taking a very brief break from Shigaraki thirst just for a second cause I gotta say this.

I'm really disgusted by all the hate and vile comments I see on Twitter directed at LilNas X for his video, and lifestyle. Do these holier than thou people not realize how "unChristian" they are. Your hating on another human being for loving themselves and being proud to be who they are. Just because it's not who you think they should be.

Also stop taking things so freaking literally, it's a music video, he's not demonic. Most of these people watched it knowing very well what they were getting but they wanted something to complain (bitch) about because how dare someone not think how they do. If you have a problem with someone's sexuality are how they chose to express themselves keep it to yourself. Hate and rudeness has effects.

1841 notes • Posted 2021-03-29 20:40:04 GMT

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