#CRIES SCREAMS SOBS WHIMPERS ETC

[pwurrz]

THEYRE FINALLY TOGETHER AGAIN AFTER 400 YEARS!!!! IN OFFICIAL ART AND AN OFFICIAL VIDEO TO BOOT!!!!

[erotica-ficx]

One Last Time

Pairing : FúckBuddy!Taehyung x Fem!Reader.

Genre : Friends with Benefits to Lovers au, Smut au.

Summary : Where it's your last time(?) with him...

Warning(s)! : (Lots of) Crying, spit-swallowing (brief), hitting it from the back + front, rough sex, brief mentions of veins, going at it raw, falling in love with your fúck buddy, hair pulling, harsh ass grabbing(?), voice kink (kinda), cunny-drunk Taehyung(he just loves to fúck you so much), messy makeouts, saliva licking/drinking(?), brief mentions of orgásm, cervix fúcking, brief mentions of screaming and neighbours, back scratching, throat grabbing(?), etc. (basically possessive and hard dom!Taehyung).

Additional Warning(s)! : This one is fúcked up so read at your own risk.

Your hands clutch the soft pillow, teeth biting the thin fabric covering it, wetting it with your saliva and tears, tears of pain and pleasure.

Hushed whimpers and moans followed by your loud sobs reverberate in the bedroom, accompanied by the sound of skin-slapping and the sinful noises the man behind you lets out.

Along with the pleasure he is delivering you right now, he had also gifted you the worst pain of your life just moments ago with his words, before dragging you in the premises of your bedroom.

Well... honestly, you can't possibly blame him for him for it... If you were to be in his place, you would have selected your career over anything, including him, too.

The tears sliding down your cheeks didn't stop for a moment, spilling from your eyes like an open tap.

Knowing that this is the last time you can touch him, feel him, love him, the pain in your chest only increases with each passing second.

You knew for sure that it wasn't a good idea to fall in love with your fúck-buddy in the first place, but you just did. It was, of course, hard not to do something as simple as that, considering the fact that you both have been the bestest friends since childhood.

Even if you want to cage him, trap him in your arms, ask him to never leave you, to never hurt you, you know he has to, sooner or later.

You abruptly hiss when, out of the blue, his veiny hand tangles in your locks, fingers pulling on the roots in a fist as he pulls you up, buff and heaving chest colliding with your back.

"A-ah, T-Taehy-ung-ah-!" You cry out loud, tears brimming your eyes further as your scalp aches at the rough pull, quivering lips letting out the prettiest little cries and moans.

Hearing your magical, sweet little voice let out his name oh-so prettily only added fuel to the fire burning deep within him. A growl rumbles in his chest, the sound so deep it gives you shivers.

Gritting his teeth, his hips are quick to pick up their pace, slamming right into you, his grip on your hair tighter than ever, your head tilted back from the pull as you cry out from the burning pain in your scalp.

The grip his other hand had on your buttcheek tightened, to which you're sure there would be his deep handprints on your delicate skin by the time he's done with you, and the thought itself makes you wonder if he'll be done any sooner.

"F-Fúck, you're so w-warm." He hissed, a thunderous groan rumbling in his chest, eyelids falling shut as pleasure runs through his veins, head falling back with a deep moan.

Abruptly leaving your your ass, his hand travels up your spine to grab your chin, the light brushes of his fingertips on your skin lingering as his fingers slide down to grab your chin in a tight grip.

Forcing your head back for your quivering little dazed, teary orbs to meet his, his lips come down on yours in a harsh and rough manner, claiming your lips aggressively in an oh so delicious manner.

Shoving his tongue past your lips, his wet, thick snake-like muscle enters your mouth, making your breath hitch as he shoves it down your throat, exploring, marking every corner as his.

Your small, trembling grip on the white satin sheets tightens, pulling on it as if your life depends on it.

His girth rams in and out of you at an almost animalistic pace, the force from his thrusts so harsh as his skin slaps against your bruised buttocks, making your quivering eyes burn with tears.

His length continues abusing your g-spot, hitting and penetrating it over and over again as you let out those cute little muffled whimpers and cries that make his head soin, his mouth claiming yours in an overly messy manner, thick strings of saliva dripping down your chin as your sensitive little body jolts with each harsh thrust, crying out against his mouth as he harshly sucks your tongue.

After what felt like an eternity, his lips finally detach from your swollen and quivering ones with a loud smooch, letting his tongue run a thick, last swipe over your glossy, kiss-bitten lips and drenched chin, tasting your mixed saliva before finally letting his sweaty forehead come to rest against yours, your breathing harsh and rapid as you pant, breaths mingling together.

"a-ah- T-aehy-ung-ah- I-I- m-mhmph-! I-I lo-ve y-you-" The words slip past your quivering lips before you could even stop them, the urge to just let out your bottled up feelings for him on it's peak.

And the moment you let out those three, simple yet life-changing words, the reality hits you hard, taking you out of your daze and swiping you right off of your feet as your heart thumps louder against your chest, beating in your ears.

You expected him to stop or say something, maybe... feel shocked or disappointed by your sudden confession of love to him, your fúck buddy?

But it's you who ends up feeling the same latter emotion as the tables are quick to turn on you.

And before you know it, a harsh grip on your waist flips you over, your back hitting the soft mattress with a 'thump', your eyes wider than ever with your heart drumming in your ears.

And before you even get to utter a word or sound, an ear-piercing scream leaves your mouth when he thrusts back into you with full force, the only error being, he entered the wrong hole, without any prep.

But to your luck and worry for the neighbours who must be going through the trauma of being forced to listen to your heated passion, his lips are quick to crash down on yours, cutting off the delicious scream mid-way, any other sweet sound getting muffled as well.

The moan that travels from your mouth to reverberate in his eventually gets swallowed by him, and his hips snap against yours once again, the skin-slapping noises deafening as they reverberate in the room, accompanied by your erotic noises, his girth rubbing all the perfect spots with in your guts, the strokes so delicious and mouth-watering as his length grazes your contracting walls oh so perfectly.

Another eternity passes by when his lips finally detach from yours, only after making sure that he made you swallow a handful of his saliva deep down your throat, he lets you gasp for air, decorated chest heaving rapidly with harsh pants and flushed cheeks.

"Fúck b-baby, say it o-nce agai-n." He rasps over your lips, chocolate eyes boring deep into yours, the eye-contact so deep and intense it causes shivers to run down your spine, hands instinctively latching onto his back as you run your manicured nails up on them, leaving behind deep crescent pathways that have him groaning, his hips stuttering as they try to keep up their pace.

The sight of your oh so pretty figure spread out deliciously under him for him and him alone, making shivers go down his own spine as his hips slam into yours.

"I-I l-love yo-u T-Tae, I-love you- a-hh- l-ove y-ou s-so m-uch-" Tears blur your vision as you finally let out those words which you've been craving to say for a century now, your heart finally feeling lighter as if a weight was just lifted off of your shoulders.

Following your words, the chuckle that rumbles in his throat is deep, almost like a growl, the new glint of mischief in his eyes making your body shiver under his as his face leans dangerously close to yours, hot breath fanning your lips as your quivering orbs look into his chocolate brown ones, hips never losing their pace.

"I love you, too, baby. I. Love. You. So. Fúcking. Much." He lets out a throaty groan, a deep, gut-penetrating thrust following his each word that he let out with force as his eyes fall shut fir a brief moment, as if savouring the feeling of being wrapped deliciously by your pretty walls as they suck him in deeper after his own confession, his actions knocking all the breath out of your lungs as your thighs quiver around his torso, orgásm building quick.

Sliding your hands up his shoulders, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer, teary orbs meeting his as his eyelids flutter open at your loving action, staring back into your oh so pretty orbs with a dark desire swirling deep within his own.

Your lips meet his in a soft and quick manner, peppering his lips with soft, sweet little pecks, the pressure making butterflies erupt is your own belly along with his.

"P-pleas-se do-n't l-leave m-e..." You stutter out between your kisses, your cries turning into hiccups, body shuddering under his with your approaching orgásm. He lets out a grunt, eyes turning a shade darker as they look into your pleading ones.

"I won't, I'll never leave you." His voice comes out deep and husky, lips landing on your forehead to leave a soft kiss behind, as if reassuring you.

Your trembling fingers tangle in his hair, lightly pulling on the ends of the soft locks as the knot in your lower abdomen tightens, his constant pounding bringing you closer and closer to your climax, driving you insane.

His right hand, with veins pulsing and bulging out on the outer skin to make your breath hitch as always, moves from beside your head to travel up your shoulder, tracing the soft skin in his path with his fingertips before eventually wrapping itself around your throat, grip tight enough to partially cut off your air flow.

Your breath hitches, blood rushing straight to your head before his plump lips come down on your cheek, nibbling on the chubby flesh to leave behind his mark before going down to plant a chaste kiss right below your ear, his warm and heavy breath fanning your skin, making goosebumps arise on your shuddering body.

"And now that I know that you love me back, I'll never let you stay away from me for a single moment. You're mine now, you always were. Mine to love and mine to ruin." His words are sincere and deep, a promise that tells you he won't ever back down from his words, lips grazing your earshell as a smirk appears on his plump lips, a dark glint in his orbs.

"Gonna mark this pretty little body of yours as my territory so everyone knows whom it belongs to."

edited and longer version of another one of my Instagram smuts! original version is present on my Instagram account with the same title!

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[urmomspersonalwhore]

Cold blood

-Kujou Sara/Reader, NSFW, Strap on use, pegging, Sleepover, Murders, mention of blood, killing, Rough sex, etc…

“No please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”

You were at a sleepover.

Your friends, Arataki Itto, Kuki Shinobu and the Kamisato siblings. You all had voted on a movie and hurled up together in blankets.

You got up from the couch, struggling a bit since it was so crowded. Though, you managed to get out without tripping or stepping on anybody. Slowly walking to the bathroom, you turned on some lights to help better see as the house was extremely dark.

A sigh left your lips as you turned on the faucet, washing your face. You could never miss a day for your skin hygiene. It is the most important part of your body after all, since everybody sees it. And also, you didn't want any acne to form again.

As the cold water splashed onto your face, you heard a scream.

A blood-curdling scream.

I mean, nothing could've happened…

Right?

So you just brushed it off and thought they were playing around or whatnot.

It was until you heard loud footsteps as if someone was running and even a loud thud was when you locked the door and tried to find either a place to hide or escape.

More screams and cries can be heard while you panicked.

You were in a bathroom after all, where could you go?

So you did the most American move and went into the bathtub, turning around to see if there was a window.

None...

You sat down, holding your legs as your head came down. Tears fell onto your thighs as you sobbed. This is how you die.

You sat there, in tears until you could hear footsteps walking past the bathroom and opening a room. It's time, you slowly and quietly opened the bathroom door and then sprinted out. Instead of going down the stairs like planned, you bumped into someone’s chest. You looked up to only be met with a screaming ghost mask with a black coat. Your heart practically skipped a beat, you wanted to scream so bad.

Well, at least look at the bright side. You gave time for one of your friends in the room to hide.

You stepped back, a hand bracing for a blow from her knife.

But nothing.

Instead, she had pulled your arm, pushing you against her chest once more.

You blushed before yelping as she made you fall, dropping to her knees. Her legs at either side of you.

Your eyes widen, what was she doing?

It was very evident the killer was a woman by, of course, her chest but also such a slim physique despite the strength she held.

Her dagger trailed from your throat to your shirt, cutting it open as the person husked

“Don't even think about screaming or trying to escape.” the sentence was a bit muffled by her mask but still clear.

You nodded, not wanting to anger her.

She stared at your breast before slicing it in half revealing your bare tits. Hardening at the sudden feeling of coldness.

She pulled off her mask, revealing her stern expression with piercing yellow eyes. It was hard to peel your eyes away from them until her rough and callused hands worked their way to massage them, twisting and pulling which earned her some whimpers.

She grinned, you sounded just like a whining puppy with all those sweet noises you gave her.

Sara’s hands moved to tug at your waistband, bringing both your pants and underwear down.

A toothy smile formed at the sight of your surprisingly dripping cunt.

She had to resist herself from fucking you like a dog right then and there.

Her hand teased your clit as she looked up taking in every expression or noise with a smile.

Sticking out her tongue as she gave you kitty licks on your pussy, grinning with sharp canines.

The killer’s tongue then inserted into you, thrusting inside of your tight walls as your hands gripped onto her hair.

You gripped onto her Raven-colored locks, not knowing whether to push or pull Sara.

But ultimately, your thighs wrapped around her, pushing her face deeper into your cunt as you moaned.

Cumming all over her meanwhile, she licked every drop, not wasting one bit.

Her fingers prodded at your dripping entrance, pushing in your sensitive walls.

They slowly entered, brushing against your g-spot before ruthlessly pounding into you.

Sara’s pace never stopped, abusing your pussy until she had your thighs shaking from your second orgasm. Kissing your wet core as your release washed over you, a sigh leaving your trembling lips.

She smiled,

“This is just the beginning, sweet thing.”

A Yelp emitted from you as she picked you up, bringing you to a secluded room.

Forgetting about the people she was going to kill, only focusing on absolutely ruining your body.

Your body fell onto the mattress as she dropped you.

Smiling while she crawled to you, taking off her coat which had revealed her to be wearing combat cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt.

She unzipped her lower clothing, presenting the strap that she had been hiding the whole time.

Your cunt ached, she had been wearing that the whole time?

Teeth biting at your lip as you stared at it, how were you going to take something so big?

She smirked, teasing your pussy with the tip. Rubbing it against you for a while until she slowly pushed in.

Groaning at the feel of your tight walls around her faux cock.

She leaned into you, her mouth next to your ear while heavy Huffs came from her throat.

Sara gave you a few inches before bottoming out, forcing her dick into you with a singular push.

The killer started to pound into you, a hand sliding to grip your neck. Kisses sprawled around your collarbone, with bite marks.

Skin slapping is now being heard from the room alongside the overwhelming scent of sex.

She panted next to your ear, nibbling it from time to time with each thrust.

The cock hitting your spot as she pulled in and out.

Her free hand trailed away from your hip and to the bulge appearing every time her shaft went inside of you, pushing it ever so slightly which resulted in a loud moan from you.

You held her toned shoulders, whimpering as you managed to sob a sentence

“S’close! …Please!”

She chuckled, making your core throb. Yearning for more, you pushed your hips against her to match Sara’s brutal rhythm.

Her groans became more frequent along your moans, the strap stimulating her own cunt.

She became messier, grunting into your ear while she fucks you like a mutt in heat.

You two cum, almost at the same time.

Your nails clawing her back while emitting a sob from how overstimulated you were.

Sara smirks, laying down next to you.

“Wanna be my little helper, doll?”

Note

Sorry this took so long😭

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

[8myass]

.. camera .. pairing. na jaemin x female reader genre. angst pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) (‘y/n’ usage) synopsis. when jaemin wants to record his pretty doll all for himself. wc. 0.9k cw. yandere!jaemin, neighbor!jaem tw. gaslighting, dumbification, kidnapping, noncon kissing, implied noncon, pet names (too many to list)

“You’re so cute when you’re struggling,” your once friendly and beloved neighbor smiled, camera lens held up to block your vision of his handsome face to display you on the screen in his eyesight. You rolled your eyes, letting out grunts and whines, gentle pleas to hopefully show him that you weren’t enjoying this as much as he was. 

“Aw, what’s that, baby? I can’t hear you, you’re gonna have to use your words,” he faked a pout, squatting in front of you to zoom the camera in on your pained expression. You shook your head, forcing your face as far away from the camera as possible. How could he be recording you at this moment?

“No? Then, I guess you don’t get what you want, pretty girl,” he exhaled deeply, but you simply shook your head in turn, eyes pleading with him to cooperate with you, to see through this desperation. “You’re just so stubborn, aren’t you, princess?”

You shook your head again, jerking around in the chair you were sitting in. The camera panned down your body, his eyes finally meeting your own. They weren’t as gorgeously sweet as they used to be, they had a darkness in them, and it almost felt sinister. You trembled against the wood under his intense stare, his soft palm escaping its grip on the camera to place on your exposed thigh, leaving one hand to toggle the camera lens on the way your leg quivered with his skin connecting to yours. 

“You seem so scared,” he frowned, eyes scanning your fearful expression, your eyes still pleading with him to give into your excessive noises of desperation. “Are you scared of me?”

You nodded quickly, subconsciously sobbing into the piece of fabric shoved inside your mouth to keep your cries and muffled screams as silent as possible. The walls around you added in the soundproofing of his display, the hard concrete of the basement blocking any sound from escaping into the ears of the law-abiding citizens peacefully walking around outside, minding their own business, unbeknownst to what’s going on between you and Jaemin not even a few feet from them. 

“I don’t like that answer,” he snarled, his entire tone snapping to an even more intimidating one, “You know, I don’t want you to fear me, Y/n. Why can’t you just see all I’m trying to do is praise your beauty? I appreciate you for being so gorgeous, that’s all.”

You whimpered, eyes closing as tears fell down your already dampened cheeks, the duct tape loosening from the amount of warm water spilled around it. You wanted to scream and cry, yell “let me go” at the top of your lungs, but the rag he had shoved down your throat gagged you every time you wanted to speak, the tape aiding in restricting the movements of your lips.

“Don’t you believe me, darling?” he frowned, voice softening as if he hadn’t just struck more fear into you only a few seconds ago. Who was he anymore? Who had he become toward you? This definitely wasn’t the man you knew, the man who you’d met only a few times and who seemed so sweet during every single one of them. “I just want to make you my pretty doll. I can dress you up, take the prettiest pictures of you, make sure you always have a smile on your beautiful face. Why won’t you let me do any of that for you?”

You opened your eyes to look into his, but he was no longer in front of you. Instead, he was across the room, propping the camera up on a stand in the corner, turning on his heels, and walking over to you, hands trailing through your hair to pull your head back, eyes meeting his. He had every amount of control over you right now and there was nothing you could do to help yourself anymore. Your life, your fate, your world, it was all in his hands. You realized this as you fought with the rope tying your hands together behind your back, unable to free yourself of your restraints before he ripped the tape off your lips, removing the rag from your sore throat only to fill your mouth with his tongue instead. 

You squirmed around in the old chair, creaking sounds filling the room, your weak breaths flowing into his senses, your scent was enveloping him. You couldn’t pull yourself away from his unforgiving lips, his tight grip on your scalp keeping you from moving your head and hands being held together behind you not aiding in you shoving him off yourself very well.

You never loved him, never really got to know him well enough to be able to fall in love with him. But Jaemin knew you all too well, which made him fall way too hard. He fell in love with your beauty above all else. Call him shallow, but he couldn’t help himself. Your personality was as gorgeous as the next, but what made you all the more beautiful to him was your cute face and petite figure. You were his muse since the day he met you, always capturing his eyes, or his camera lens, whenever you would walk by. You were too pretty to live in such an ugly world. He needed to protect your beauty with everything he has, keep it hidden from the grossness around the both of you so it wouldn’t be able to infect you.

But now that you were in his basement, tied to a chair before him, he seemed to notice that you were already infected. Rejecting him? How ugly of you. But don’t worry, he’ll teach you how to love him, beautiful. Even if it’s by force, you will love him in the end.

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

The Cure To My Stressful Nights Is You At My Mercy

Furuya x fem!reader

Long overdue for my dear Hades @villain-hotline based on this little drabble. I had your comment on how you needed a fic of him hunting and fucking his gf in my screenshots for so long 😭

Warnings: mdni, cnc, predator and prey themes, Furuya slaps you once, fear play?, rough sex, slight humiliation/objectification?, reader has prepped herself beforehand, the "she"s refers to her pussy btw, beginning of aftercare (it´s cut off, furuya would def draw you a bath and cook for you etc. after)

Wordcount: 800+

Your watched the door with bated breath. His steps were heavy - he was pissed, you could tell. You could hear him place his gun on the table, then the metal of his belt clicking open.

You shivered when he pulled the belt off, the leather snapping against the air.

"C´mon sweetheart, be good today." He wasn´t even trying to sound sweet to lull you into a sense of security. He was downright threatening you. Tears hung against your lashes when his steps stilled before your bedroom door. A whimper escaped you and your eyes widened. You slapped your hands on your mouth, pressing your fingers into your cheeks to prevent more sounds. But you already knew it was futile. You had already lost. A sob racked through your body when he violently pulled you out of the closet.

"There you are," he hummed, but his voice was drenched in cruelty. He held your chin tight, yanking your face upwards, forcing you to look at him. He raised his eyebrows at the pitiful sight before him.

"You already knew I had a bad day, hmm?" He gently brushed away some tears with his other hand. Then, he leaned forward, until his hot breath fanned over your wet face. "You really should have run faster, sweetheart."

He all but threw you on the bed, forcing your clothes off immediately after, fully ignoring your pitiful whimpers and cries. He was exhausted and stressed, that was all. Couldn´t you see? Didn´t you want to help him?

"I want you to scream today," he rasped against your ear, smiling when he felt you shiver underneath him. He quickly reached down to pull himself out of his pants, groaning when he pressed his length against your drooling little pussy. He chuckled. Of course she was drooling, she knows him well after all. Well enough, to tell that he needed a pretty girl to hunt down. His short messages already having told her all she needed to know as he did not even reply to your sweet "I love you" text.

His cock slid in so easily, and your back arched when he filled you with a single thrust. Furuya gave you no time to relax, immediately plunging in and out of you without care. He could smell your juices on your fingers when they desperately searched for a hold as he kept on working his hips against yours in an unforgiving pace. His mind was clouded and all that existed to him in that moment was you; the way your face scrunched up in a mix of pain and pleasure and the little yelps that escaped your glossy lips whenever he thrust in harsh and deep as if trying to bruise you on the inside too.

You had stopped fighting back, he noticed suddenly. But the way you clawed at his back, completely overwhelmed by him was enough. Either way, you were broken for him, and he was determined to fuck you up even more.

He landed a slap against your cheek, delivering the hit alongside a particularly sharp thrust into your pussy. Your eyes opened suddenly, back arching and a scream leaving your lips. His toes curled at the sound and he couldn´t stop the guttural groan escaping him. He had trouble holding himself up as he kept up his brutal pace, hands gripping your sides so tight, bruises had already started to form.

With every inward thrust, he pulled your body to meet his hips, rendering you nothing more than his little sex doll.

He didn´t think he ever loved someone this much.

His back arched suddenly, and his hips stuttered. Furuya started to drive himself into you erratically, until finally he forced himself as deep as he could get, holding you still so he could pump his cum into you with hard thrusts without you escaping him.

He let you down abruptly, your body bouncing on the mattress, but crushed only a second later under his weight.

"You´re too heavy," you all but forced out of your throat, hurting from all the screams he had drawn out of you. He shivered at the sound as he started to run his hands up and down your sides. He chuckled when the pressure on the bruises - now darkened - made you flinch and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"You´re so mean to me. And you haven´t even answered my text," you pouted.

At that, Furuya pushed himself up, until for the first time this evening he looked into your eyes with utmost fondness.

"I love you, sweetheart, you know I do." He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, he kept a hand on your cheek, gently caressing your skin. "Was I too much?"

You shook your head.

"Good." He seemed relieved, nodding to himself with his soft hair a mess and a blush covering his nose and cheeks.

"And you? Are you okay?"

His eyes widened in surprise, but then he smiled.

"Of course baby," he kissed you again. "I´m always okay when I´m with you."

[jumpywhumpywriter]

"I Want You to Scream" -- Hero Tortured by Villain, Intimate Whumper part 3

Warnings: chains/restraints, severe torture, blood, cauterization, iron rod branding, knives, intimate whump, etc.

"My, you sure are tense," Villain giggled as he shivered again.

Hero made an effort to still himself, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing he was afraid -- but his body betrayed him, and he couldn't stop shaking, small tremors wracking his whole form. He wasn't just afraid, he was terrified. Such a new feeling for the typically fearless hero.

It was worse now that he couldn't see what Villain was doing. So much worse. He didn't know what to expect. What to brace himself for.

But it certainly startled him when he felt soft lips kiss the back of his sweaty neck -- a characteristic theme for Villain, he'd noted, before the real torture started. Pleasure for her before pain for him.

Villain's warm breath ghosted over his skin as she pulled back, and Hero cried out in surprise as a sharp blade bit into the back of his shoulder, unexpectedly with no warning.

Villain started slicing methodically into Hero's back, driving maddening screams and wails from him as she began her artwork.

The pain was unbearably intense, and Hero didn't even try to suppress his screams. There was no way he could hold back the sounds of his suffering. All hope of maintaining composure was long gone.

A rough hand tangled in his hair, shoving his face down into the pillow that muffled another ragged shriek as Villain's weight shifted, allowing her access to a new patch of untouched skin on his lower back that she dug into without hesitation.

It must have gone on for hours, because Hero passed out several times, before snapping awake shortly after each time to even more agony as Villain viciously carved elaborate, elegant designs into him until his flesh was a fancy mosaic of blood and injuries.

His struggles were losing steam, his screams devolving into agonized whimpers and choked sobs as he cried helplessly into the pillow, staining it with tears. His whole back was on fire, and he could feel trails of his own blood rolling down his sides to hit the mattress. The white bedsheets turned red with Hero's blood as they soaked it up.

"Nnnhhh... Please... Please no more..." Hero moaned pathetically, twitching weakly beneath Villain. He was only half-conscious from the splitting pain spearing his body. He sucked in a raspy breath of air as Villain grabbed his hair and wrenched his head back as far as it would go, making it hard to breathe.

Hero's eyes fluttered, going in and out of focus before he managed to lock his gaze onto Villain's blurry face, peering dizzily at her. He must have lost a lot more blood than he thought.

He could see Villain's mouth moving, but couldn't comprehend what she was saying, too out of it with pain.

Then, all at once, the weight on his back disappeared, along with the hand in his hair, and he was distantly aware of the room's door slamming open.

In his peripheral he could see several figures barge in, and through the buzzing haze in his mind he recognized them as his teammates. They had finally found him.

A rattling breath of relief escaped Hero. His friend's horrified shouts were muffled and warped to him as his hearing went, before his sight followed a heartbeat later. The last thing he was aware of was someone taking the metal cuffs off his wrists before the darkness claimed him completely.

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[jedipoodoo]

love you to the moon and to saturn

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

part three: all you had to do was stay

Notes/Warnings: General angst, recovery from torture, etc. Omega has MASSIVE survivor's guilt.

Omega screamed. Emerie and the TKs took a step back, reeling at the cry of pain from such a small girl.

Hemlock sighed, and pushed Omega away, towards Emerie. Hemlock listed off instructions as if nothing had happened, but Omega couldn't hear them. Her heart was breathing fast, too fast, like Hunter's had. She couldn't hear anything, but as Emerie tugged on her arm, Omega realized that they were trying to take her away.

"Let go of me!”

"We're taking you back to your cell-" Emerie tried to say, as if that was supposed to make Omega more cooperative.

Omega screamed again, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. She pulled her arm from Emerie's grasp and tried to make a break for Hunter, but Emerie looped her arms around Omega's waist, dragging her towards the door.

“I thought you were my friend!” Omega cried, beating her fists against Emerie's ribs.

"I am!" she hissed, and the woman who was supposed to be Omega's sister ripped her away from Hunter's side, "If you and your friends simply did as the Doctor asked, you wouldn't be in this mess!"

"I don't want to do as he says!" Omega screamed. She kicked Emerie's shin, and stomped her foot, digging her foot into Emerie's insole. Emerie gasped at the pain and Omega slipped from her grasp, running back to Hunter.

"Hunter! Hunter wake up!" she screamed. She shook him once, twice, and tugged at his restraints. She managed to undo the buckle around his wrist, before two troopers took over for Emerie. They yanked her away from her brother without ceremony, tossing her over their shoulder as they carried her from the room, so that her last view of Hunter would be him laid before Hemlock on a medical table.

Omega was flung into her cell as limp and as heavy as a whaladon out of water. Crosshair hissed between his teeth, but he didn’t say anything until long after the guards were gone.

"Psst, Kid, you okay?"

It must have been the fact that she wasn't moving that struck fear in his tone. Crosshair wasn't usually concerned with her.

Omega didn't care. How was she supposed to have the energy to care when Hunter was dead?

She whimpered, and a few sobs came out, but that was it. She heard Crosshair shuffling around in his cell a few moments later when she didn't answer.

What would she even say to him anyway? "Hunter came to rescue you after all this time but I got him killed! Sorry Cross!" Omega sobbed again.

It was her fault. All her fault.

Out of nowhere, alarms began to wail, echoing through the Mountain. Omega flinched, curling in on herself. She didn’t care anymore. How could she? What else mattered in life if her brothers were dead?

She could see the glee in Hemlock’s eyes as she tried to keep her own squeezed shut. It was her fault they kept dying. Tech died because she wanted to save Crosshair so badly, and now Hunter was dead because he’d tried to save her. How many more of her brothers would have to die because of her?

“Omega?”

Her ears were playing tricks on her. She’d inhaled too many of the fumes from the Bavo-six. The voice sounded just like Hunter’s, but not like him at the same time. It was too gruff, too stern.

“Omega! Crosshair!” More voices, getting closer, but Omega refused to look up. They blended together in a crescendo right outside her cell, and Omega pulled her knees closer, trying not to let them hear her sniffle.

“Cross! You're here! "

"Is she-”

“No, she’s alive.”

“They dropped her in there a while ago. She hasn’t said anything.”

“Omega! It’s us! We’re breakin’ ya out!”

There was the tiny twitch in the air and the red light vanished from the edge of her vision that meant the shield door was down. A large hand covered her shoulder and gave her a meaningful nudge.

“Omega?” Wrecker sounded so scared, so worried, she had to look up at him.

There he stood, crouched over her with his skull-faced bucket balanced on top of his head just so. As she blinked up at him, a smile grew across his face, and his eyes crinkled in delight.

“Heya kid, it’s time to go.”

“Wrecker,” She gasped, and threw her arms around him. He had never felt so real, from the chuckle in his throat and the scar pressed against her cheek and the faint scent of Mantell Mix on his breath. Wrecker swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the cell into the hall, where Echo placed a hand on her knee, reassuring her that he was close. Other voices, the steady thrum of brothers talking in hushed, nervous voices echoed beneath the blaring of alarms. Safety’s clicked, and blaster packs were clipped into place as weapons were handed out by Echo and Rex’s clone unit. They were the only ones wearing armor, a mix of dull white and the bright paints that signified freedom and safety.

“Heya kid!” Gregor popped out of nowhere, grinning at Omega with a wave like nothing was wrong. Omega waved at him before she could even think about it, still wrapped up in Wrecker’s secure hold. She couldn’t help the way her legs wrapped as far around his waist as they could go, just for the extra security.

“You haven’t met Wolffe, haveya?” the yellow paint on Gregor’s armor was a bright contrast to the gray animalistic prints on the new clone he was introducing.

“Commander of the Wolfpack! Fiercest men in the Grand Army of the Republic!”

Wolfe shrugged off Gregor’s arms, “Formerly.” He reminded Gregor with a bitter tone.

The proportions of Gregor’s shoulderpads looked a little goofy, but they also reminded Omega of Hunter’s shoulderpads. Wrecker always liked to joke that he was trying to make up for his lack of height.

Omega hid her face in Wrecker’s shoulder as the tears began to sting.

“Where are the other cells?” Echo asked.

“The floor above us and the floor below are the only two that are still occupied,” Crosshair said grimly, “Everyone else is gone.”

The hum of voices took a sharp dip, like everyone was waiting for orders.

“Wolffe, Gregor, take the lower floor. We’ll take the next one,” Echo drew his blaster as Omega gave an embarrassingly loud sniff.

“Omega, are you okay?” Echo asked.

"Huh-Hunter," Omega sobbed, her nails grating at the plastoid of Wrecker's armor. She couldn't help but think about how much the noise always annoyed Hunter.

"It's okay, ad'ika," Wrecker gently patted her back, "You're safe now."

Omega shook her head vigorously. "Hunter's dead."

“Oh,” Echo said softly. He walked around to Wrecker’s shoulder so that he could look at Omega, slipping his helmet under his arm.

“Omega, Hunter’s not dead.”

“Yes he is!” Omega screamed, “He came and he tried to save us but we got caught and Hemlock tortured him and he died! And I couldn’t even do anything about it!”

The silence in the wake of Omega’s explanation was suffocating. She was pretty sure that it was only Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo left with her as the rest of the clones tried to finish their mission.

“Omega, you have to trust me,” Echo said, though his voice was uncertain, “This is all part of the plan. We stole a v-wing, so when Hunter landed in the hangar, it planted a bug that took down Tantiss’ security. So while Hemlock was interrogating Hunter, he was distracted from the rest of us coming out of hyperspace so we could mount the real rescue.”

Omega had a very childish glob of snot leaking out of her nose, and she tried to wipe it away with her shirt sleeve, “But…but Hemlock killed him. I saw…I saw his heartbeat flatline.”

“Now that there’s a neat little trick!” Wrecker bounced her in his arms to help her sit up, “We got the idea from Wolffe. See, he managed to convince his CO he was dead by taking this pill from Felucia that slows down your heartbeat, and that’s how he escaped the Empire!”

Omega blinked through her thick tears. “...what?”

“Hunter’s gonna be alright,” Echo said, “He’ll meet us at the Marauder once all our brothers are free.”

Omega’s chest untwisted a little.

It was going to be okay.

Hunter's head pounded.

But he was alive, and that was all that mattered.

He was still strapped to the examination table. It smelled of sweat, blood, and tears from a thousand brothers, and Hunter felt sick. He wanted to be sick, but he couldn't let himself go just yet.

Omega, he had to find Omega. She was never going to forgive him for dying on her, and he had to make it up to her as quickly as possible.

Hunter opened his eyes to look around. There appeared to be no one else in the vicinity, but Hemlock stood in front of several data screens with his comms, yelling about the clones. Hunter could see streams of identical men on the screens before Hemlock, jumping the TKs and stealing their blasters, destroying precious machinery and making their way to the hangar bay, where dozens of V-Wing fighters were all on fire.

One of his hands was unrestrained, so carefully, Hunter reached up and released the belt on his forehead, his other wrist, and his ankles. His comm, knife, and blasters were just within arms reach, on the table scattered with a hundred operation tools. He gave himself a quick once-over, and was relieved to find that it appeared Hemlock hadn't used any of the ominous tools on him.

His comm silently flashed with the number four, the signal from Echo and Rex that Hunter was clear to proceed with the fourth phase of their plan.

Hemlock paced, yelling into his comm. He didn't notice Hunter as he sat up and reached for his blaster.

"You wanna know where my brothers are, you bastard?"

Hemlock froze, his head whipped around to spot Hunter with his blaster aimed at him.

"They're about to rain hell all over your precious secret lab."

Hunter fired his blaster, but the effects from the shock therapy still had him in a stranglehold. Hemlock dodged easily and sprinted for the door.

"Get the girl!" he barked at his men. The door shut behind him, and Hunter staggered to his feet.

The girl. His girl. They could only mean Omega. Snatching up his knife, Hunter lunged for the door with a snarl, using his vibroblade to carve the security mechanism from the wall.

The doors opened, deactivated, and a single TK stared at him, stunned. Hunter blaster him without a second thought.

They were going after Omega, and he wouldn't let that go unpunished any longer.

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[ilyxxnsm]

True Love 04 - TW!!

| is true love supposed to hurt like this?

warning: domestic violence, toxicity. don't judge. smut. reader's body type briefly mentioned. reader's ethnicity's not mentioned, but she's light skinned to white. mental health mentioned (medication, depression, anxiety, ADHD, etc). implied self harm (skin pinching, nail biting, scratching, hair pulling). of course physical abuse (hair pulling, slapping, pinching, punching, he breaks bones be fr, hickeys and bite marks??). drug dealer yoongi. everything against reader. reader's 17, yoongi's 23. this is fucked up, like really fucked up.

| stained my name to defend you, thinking that our thing was healthy, you, every day with a different one, and me, in ER all summer...

Things were going amazing, he came home after work with your favorite Chinese food, he fucked you so good for hours and even took you to Lotte to buy you a new phone.

But you had to ruin everything, you had to fuck it up.

He's dragging you across the pavement of the parking lot, his hand tightly gripping your hair, making your scalp burn awfully, your screams muffled in the night and emptiness of the place. He drags you by your hair, his grip tight and uncaring. "You thought I wouldn't notice your little stupid smile? Acting like a fucking whore?" He practically spits the words out at you, a mixture of anger and jealousy in his voice. He drags you further into the parking lot until you're behind his car, away from any potential witnesses, your knees scratching against the rough pavement.

You smiled at the cashier, you said "you too" when he said "goodnight". You were just being polite, and now you regret it. He managed to bring back all the times he thinks you cheated on him and accused you of having zero respect for him and your relationship.

You try to fight back, to push him away and escape his grasp, but his grip is too strong. He yanks your head back by your hair and snarls in your face. "Don't even think about it, you little slut." He drags you around a bit more, your knees and hands bleeding, and then suddenly, he stops and throws you to the ground. Fuck. You hit the pavement hard and your vision blurs slightly as you try to focus on him through the pain. He leans over you, his breath hot and heavy on your face, you wish he would kiss you instead of punch you. "Do you think I'm stupid? I know what you're doing." He grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at his beautiful dark eyes. "I'm sorry, baby, please..." You sob, but your cries are silenced by his fist blowing against your face, making you see stars and feel a stinging pain on your nose. He definitely broke it. "Yoongi..." You whimper, choking on your own blood as he punches you again, this time, your cheek, almost knocking you out.

He continues to punch you, his strong blows leaving your face bruised and swollen, he starts kicking you too, making you gasp for air, you can't even scream now. You try to curl up into a ball, trying to protect yourself as best as you can, but it's no use. Finally, after what feels like long torturing hours and hundreds of anger yells, he stops and grabs your hair, pulling you up to your feet, you feel a dull ache in your abdomen, and your face feels hot and wet, probably from all the blood. He sneers, "I try to be nice, I try to understand you, I do everything for you, I work my ass off for you, but you have to go and fuck it up again and again! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Spittle flies from his lips as he yells at you, eyes wild with rage. He shoves you against the car door your head hitting it with a loud thud.

You feel a surge of pain, your vision goes blurry for a second and you can taste blood on your lip. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, lifting you off the ground and slamming you back into the car again, this time harder. He grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please..." You sob, but your voice is muffled by a harsh slap. "I don't wanna hear you" He sneers, slamming your head against the car one last time. As he lets go of you, you drop to the floor like a rag doll, your body feels limp and unresponsive. He turns away from you and opens the car, muttering to himself. "Call the police and I'll break your fucking neck" He warns in a cold voice before getting in the car and driving away.

You lay on the floor, your body aching from the impact of being thrown around. Your vision is slowly starting to come back into focus, you can see the blood dripping down your chin and you can taste it in your mouth. It's bitter and makes you gag. After a few minutes, you force yourself to sit up and lean against the wall. Your head is throbbing and your vision still blurs every now and then, but you manage to pull out your phone from your pocket. Your hands shake as you try to unlock your phone and dial 911, but your vision blurs again and you drop your phone on the floor. You feel like vomiting, but you fight it off and try to focus.

Finally, you manage to dial 911 and your voice is hoarse as you speak into the phone, "I need help. My..." You stop yourself, you can't say his name, you can't say he did this to you or he'll go to jail, you don't want him to get in trouble, you love him. "Someone attacked me..." The 911 operator is asking you for details, where you are, and you're struggling to remember it. Your head is spinning and you begin to feel faint again. You give them what information you can before you feel your hands faltering and your phone falls to the ground. You slump back against the wall, waiting for the ambulance to arrive, for all of this to be over.

You don't know how, but tou find yourself in the hospital after God knows how many minutes, or maybe hours. You just know that you went through a surgery cause you see the IV in your hand and no longer feel the intense pain all over your body. You're lying in the hospital bed, a white sheet covering your broken, battered body, giving you some warmth in the cold room. You want to cry, you want to hug him and apologize to him for being a bad girlfriend. You don't blame him for what he did cause you would be mad if he smiled to another girl, but you would never hurt him like he hurt you. Nurses come in and out, checking on you, but all you can think about is him. The man who claimed to love you and put you here.

The doctor said you have two broken ribs, your right wrist is dislocated, your nose was snapped in a half, you had a contusion and your whole face and body is bruised. You feel like shit. You don't even know how you're alive right now.

You open your eyes groggily the next morning, the sterile smell of the hospital filling your nostrils. Your head feels fuzzy and disoriented, and it takes a moment for you to remember where you are. As you look around the room, you see that you're alone, the only sound in the room is the faint hum of machines and the beeping of a heart monitor, it's such a familiar sound for you now. You try to sit up in your bed, but a sharp pain in your ribs causes you to wince and grimace. "Fuck" You mutter, wincing again as you lay back down. You turn your head when you hear the door opening, a nurse you've seen before walks in.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" She asks, checking the monitors and making some notes in your chart. You let out a soft sigh, your body aching all over. "Like crap" You croak out, your voice hoarse from lack of use. She nods sympathetically. "I can imagine. You've been through quite the ordeal." She checks your bandages and monitors, taking notes as she goes. "The doctor will be coming around soon to give you an update on your condition. But right now, do you need anything? Pain medication? Water?" She asked, looking at you with a look of sympathy. You nod, your throat dry and scratchy. "Water... and something for the pain would be nice." You croak out, the pain in your ribs throbbing with every breath you take.

The nurse nods and walks over to the water pitcher on the bedside table, filling a glass with water and handing it to you. She then prepares a syringe with pain medication and injects it into your IV. "This should help with the pain a little. Hang in there, lovey." She says, patting your hand gently before leaving the room. You take a sip of water, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat. Just as the pain is going away, you see the door opening, and a man walks in, he's a cop. He scans your bruised face and bandaged body, his expression neutral but his gaze assessing. "Good day" He says, his voice professional but gentle. "I'm officer Yang. I heard you're up." He walks over to your bedside, pulling out a small notebook and pen from his pocket. "I have a few questions to ask you about what happened. Do you think you're up for answering?" He asks, looking at you intently. Your face goes even more pale, if that's even possible, and you freeze for a few seconds, your mind starts racing, making up a story that leaves Yoongi out of the problem.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. "Yeah, I... I guess so." You say, your voice hoarse. Officer Yang nods, sitting down in a chair next to your bed. "Alright, I'll try to make this as quick as possible." He says. "Can you tell me what happened?" he asks, his pen poised over the paper. You hesitate for a moment, trying to come up with a plausible story that doesn't involve Yoongi."Well..." You start, your mind working overtime to come up with something believable. "I was... I was mugged." You say, your voice a little hesitant. "I was walking home from work when two guys attacked me." You watch as the officer writes down your statement, his expression neutral. "Can you describe the attackers?" He asks, looking up at you. You describe two random guys who look nothing like Yoongi.

The officer nods, taking notes as you speak. "Did they take anything from you?" He asks, looking back down at his notes. "Or did they just attack you and leave?" You shake your head, trying to appear shaken. "They just attacked me and left." You say, your voice shaky. Officer Yang looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours. "And you don't know who they were?" He asks, his gaze sharp. You hesitate for a moment, your heart racing. "No..." You say, your voice barely above a whisper. "You know, the hospital called me. They're worried about you" He says, putting his notebook down. "They said... you fall down the stairs quite a lot"

You try to keep your expression neutral, but his words send a wave of dread through you. "Yes... I... I'm clumsy" You say, your voice cracking. Officer Yang raises an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on you. "Clumsy enough to fall down the stairs repeatedly, break several bones and end up in the hospital multiple times?" he asks, his voice skeptical. You gulp, feeling like you're caught in a trap. "Well, I..." You trail off, your mind trying to come up with an excuse. "I have weak bones, a doctor said I might have osteoporosis, but I never got a diagnosis, so..." You stutter.

Officer Yang looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "Osteoporosis, huh?" He says, scribbling something in his notebook. "Quite unusual for someone your age" He adds, flipping through his notes. You feel sweat forming on your forehead, his doubts only growing. "That still doesn't explain the black eye and the bruising all over your body." He raises an eyebrow as he leans closer. "And these are not just from falling down the stairs, are they?"

Your heart rate spikes again, and you struggle to keep your breathing steady. "No, I..." You start, but he cuts you off. "Don't bullshit me, love. I can see it in your eyes. You're scared shitless, and it's not just from falling down the stairs." He says, his voice firm. "You have to tell me the truth. Who hurt you?" All possible excuses leave your mind as his words hit you. "I..." You start, but then your voice dies in your throat. You can't come up with a convincing lie, your mind is drawing a blank. "You're protecting someone." He says with a bored expresion. "Who is it? Your boyfriend?" Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel a chill run down your spine. He's getting too close to the truth, and you're terrified of what will happen if he figures it out. "N-no... it's not... it's not my boyfriend... it's... it's someone else." You stammer out, your voice shaky. Officer Yang studies your face for a moment, his expression sceptical, almost mocking. "Who is it then?" He presses, his gaze intense.

"You know that protecting him is only gonna make things worse, right?" He says, sighing and rubbing his hair. "Look, if you don't say anything, we won't be able to help you. Police is not good enough to open a whole investigation against a guy who hits his girlfriend if she's not the one filing a lawsuit against him, they just don't care, so if you stay quiet, I'll just have to leave and forget about this, and you won't get any help" He shrugs, looking down at his notes. "Believe me, if you try to sue him in the future, they'll turn you down, they'll ask you why you didn't do it earlier, and they'll just ignore your case, so your best option is to speak up now"

Your head spins as his words sink in. He's right, you know he is, but the thought of turning against Yoongi, the person you love, feels like a betrayal. Your heart is torn, stuck between your love for him and the reality of what he's doing to you. The thought of him being arrested, going to jail, it feels like a nightmare. You can't bear the thought of being responsible for that. "Leave" You mumble after a few minutes of silence, looking down at your hands, you'd never snitch on him, even if it kills you.

Officer Yang lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I see." He says, his voice calm but his eyes betraying his annoyance. "You're protecting him. Even though he's the one who did this to you." He gestures at your injured body. "You're going to let him get away with it." You nod numbly, your eyes still fixed on your hands. He sighs again, his expression resigned. "I have to say, I'm not surprised. Most girls refuse to report their abuser." He closes his notebook and gets up from his chair. "I don't get paid enough for this shit" He mumbles to himself before leaving the room.

As the door closes behind the officer, you find yourself alone in the room again, the silence broken only by the beeping of the monitors. Your mind is a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The pain medication has numbed the physical pain, but the emotional pain is still there, raw and real. You glance at the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking by painfully slowly. You have no visitors, no one besides the doctors and nurses that come to check up on you. No sign of Yoongi.

A few days pass by, and you find yourself getting used to the hospital routine. The nurses are kind and attentive, but you find yourself longing for something else. Something, or someone. As you sit in your hospital bed, staring out the window at the overcast sky, the door to your room opens. You turn your head, expecting to see a doctor or a nurse, but instead, you see Yoongi standing there. He looks at you, his expression unreadable. There's no trace of remorse or guilt on his face, just a blank look that makes your heart ache. You don't say anything, just look at each other for a few seconds. He finally speaks, his voice low and rough. "How are you feeling?"

Your heart skips a beat as you hear his voice, but you try to keep your expression neutral. "Fine…" You say, avoiding his gaze. The tension in the room is palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. He takes a step closer to your bed, his eyes roaming over your bruised and battered body. "You look like hell" He says, his voice cold. You flinch at his words, feeling a pang of pain in your chest. "Y-yeah, I guess I do…" You mumble, looking down at your hands. He takes another step closer, his gaze shifting to your face. He reaches out and gently touches your cheek, his fingers brushing against your bruised skin. You can't help but flinch at his touch, the memories of the last time he touched you making you wince. "Does it hurt?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. You nod, not trusting your voice to speak. He withdraws his hand, taking a step back. "I'm sorry" He mutters, his eyes scanning your bruised face.

You look up at him, surprised by his apology. It's the first time he's ever admitted to being sorry for what he's done to you. You don't know if it's genuine or just a manipulation tactic, but your heart skips a beat. "Why did you do that to me?" You whisper, your voice shaking. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "I don't know…" He mutters, running a hand through his hair. "I lost control. I didn't mean to hurt you."You nod, not sure if you believe him. "You always say that" You say, your voice weak. "But it keeps happening. How long is it gonna keep happening?" He doesn't answer, his gaze fixed on the ground. The silence in the room is deafening, the only sound the steady beeping of the heart monitor. "I don't like it when you're like this..." You mumble, tears treating to fall of your eyes. You reach to hold his long fingers between your injured ones. "You scare me... I don't like to be scared of you"

He looks down at your hands, watching as your trembling fingers hold onto his. There's a flicker of something passing through his eyes, something that almost looks like remorse, but it's quickly replaced by his cold expression. He doesn't say anything, just keeps staring at your hands. Without a warning, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You should have just listened to me" He says, his voice cold and distant. "This wouldn't have happened if you just listened to me."

Your heart sinks as he says this, his fingers tightening around your jaw. The fear that you thought you had gotten under control starts to surface again, your body tensing up as he grips your chin roughly. "I'm sorry..." You whisper, your voice cracking. He scoffs, his grip on your chin getting even tighter. "You're sorry? You've been saying that a lot lately." He leans closer, his breath brushing against your face. "But sorry isn't enough anymore."

Your heart starts racing as he leans closer, your body frozen in fear. He stares at you intently, his gaze intense. "You're so fucking irritating." He says, his voice low and menacing. Before you can react, he pushes you back onto the bed, pinning your wrists above your head and straddling you. You try to struggle, but your body is too weak to put up a real fight. He grips your wrists tighter, his face inches away from yours. "Stop fighting me." He commands, his voice commanding and stern. Tears start to roll down your cheeks as you stare at him in fear, your body trembling under his grasp. "Please..."He grips your wrists tighter, his face inches away from yours. "Stop fighting me." He commands, his voice commanding and stern. Tears start to roll down your cheeks as you stare at him in fear, your body trembling under his grasp.

"Please..." You sob. "Stop struggling, you know you want this." He says with a smirk as he starts to grind his hips against yours, the friction setting off a spark within you. Despite everything, your body responds to him, betraying your fears and doubts. He smirks as he feels your body respond to him, his grip on your wrists loosening slightly. "See?" He says, almost victorious. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss that leaves you stunned. He gets rid of your hospital robe, revealing the scar on your torso from the surgery, and your tender pussy lips that are glistening with juices, even in this situation, the smallest touch makes you wet.

He traces his fingers lightly over the scar on your torso, a look of concern crossing his face momentarily before disappearing as quickly as it came. He brings his hand down to your pussy, his fingers moving in a circular motion around your clit, you feel like floating, maybe is the pain killers. He inserts a finger inside you, feeling how tight and wet you are. He adds another finger, stretching you out slowly as he watches your reaction with hooded eyes. He continues to finger you, adding a third finger as he starts to thrust them in and out of your pussy. His thumb plays with your clit, rubbing it gently in slow circular motions.

His movements becoming more aggressive as he feels your body tense up with pleasure. He leans down, his tongue replacing his thumb as he starts to lick and suck on your clit. His fingers continue to thrust in and out of you, causing you to moan louder. You can't even remember why you're in this hospital, you're ascending to heaven. He pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking on them. He smirks at you, a wicked glint in his eyes as he spreads your legs apart further, exposing you to him completely. He positions himself at your entrance, teasing you by rubbing his cock along your slit. He then thrusts into you sharply, making your torso sting in pain, you can swear some of the stitches came out.

He starts to fuck you hard and fast, his hips pistoning as he slams into you repeatedly. He reaches down, grabbing your thighs and pulling them up so that they're on his shoulders. This position allows him to go deeper inside of you, and he takes full advantage of it. He starts to thrust harder and faster, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks you mercilessly, not like it's any different the other times. You sob between moans, everything's blurry, maybe it's the pain that makes you dizzy, maybe the pleasure he's giving you.

You hate yourself, enjoying this despite the fact that he nearly killed you a few days ago, but it's not like you're gonna do anything about it.

He attacked you and you almost saw God, and now, he's fucking you and it feels exactly the same.

As just as he came, he leaves without any words, leaving you alone in your hospital bed, again, with suicidal dreams, broken heart and dreams.

[themochiverse]

We All Float | JHS

Banner credits go to: @introgfx (TYSM it looks amazing <3)

[ Part of - The Fear Festival collab hosted by the lovely @taetaecherub and pls check out the other authors works and support 'em!]

➳Pairing: yandere!shapeshifter!hoseok X fem!Reader

➳Genre: Yandere, Horror

➳Warnings: Swearing, strong impacts of graphic depictions of violence & gore ( a ton of it ), exploration of fear, mental/emotional manipulation, mentions of suicide, physical abuse (like broken bones, bruises, scars, etc.), choking, mentions of domestic violence, Agora-phobia (fear of helplessness/embarrassment, etc), bullying, Atelo-phobia [insecurities/ fear of imperfection), Claustro-phobia (fear of tight spaces), auto-phobia/mono-phobia (fear of being alone), hypnotism, blood, more blood [like srsly a lot of it], stalking, supernatural creature (s), illusions, mentions of death, NON-CON touching, NON-CON kissing (Nothing sexual happens)

**Note: This fic has extreme themes of violence and gore, including sensitive topics. If you are NOT comfortable with this, please proceed to not read it.

➳Synopsis:  ‘Come one, come all, for today is the night!’ It’s Halloween, and people in town have start to gone missing. You ought to be cautious but what’s better than mucking around at a haunted house carnival with your friends? Only you should be careful around the one gorgeous looking actor who’s ready to have his horrific fun with you tonight.

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➳A/N: THIS IS THE MOST I HAVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE. I hope it's good and I'm super sorry for the delay! Anyway, I hope this gives you a thrill :p

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"Please, someone, somebody help!"

The yell for help disappears every second, and the blood-curdling screams ripple through the forest. The intention to run and seek safety was impossible at this point, especially when she was right at the hands of the masked killer.

Red, abraded cheeks, muddied hands, smothered all over her beautiful ripped, ragged clothes, the wet soil sank into her fingernails, and the painful twist that came from her ankle obviously meant more than a gruesome warning.

She whimpered when the masked person, oh so deadly, inched a foot or two, only to crouch down to her eye level. Their eyes searched hers, fear consuming those innocent orbs that would soon no longer blink.

Her hands moved backwards, pulling her body with all the strength that she had left which had only lasted seconds.

It was a clear, audible scream. A bellowed howl that had a tremendous impact, shaking the nerves of creatures who were hidden, awakened by the high-pitched shrill.

The regular kitchen knife that had now sunk deep through the girl's left hand dripped with fresh blood, coating the reflective silver material. It had gone through the soft ground, her hand pinned painfully when the warm tears sprang out of her begging eyes.

The knife now pulled out, like ripping out a bandage left a silent gasp on the girl's lips. She brought out her bloodied hand to her chest weakly, the red colour continuing to stain the girl's dirtied dress. It was not just bright enough though.

Her sobs were caught in her throat, repetitive broken cries that couldn't escape properly like broken melodies with their broken notes. It was music to him though, a lullaby he could listen to all night and sleep without any disturbance.

He shuffled towards the girl, whose breaths became hot and heavy, the beads of sweat that trickled across her forehead, in other words, a quivering figure.

Or soon be the victim.

He scrutinised the crying girl, her eyes following the knife that was lightly tracing the features of her face.

"I don't know what to do with you," the man paused "should I start here?" The knife smears the blood on her dry lips, slowly getting wet by the substance, as it made its way to the tip of her tongue. A salty, metallic flavour drove through her hard-bitten taste buds, not even close to soothing the sting which had popped everywhere.

"Or here?" This time the knife points to her chest, right at her fast- beating heart. The man puts a little pressure on the spot, digging the tip of the knife into the girl's skin to receive a response from her.

She squeezes her eyes shut out of agony, her hands scraping against the ground, making it even ten times worse.

"P-please." The response is so gentle it makes the man rethink his choices. But. But it seemed so fun, no, it was really fun. This was his excitement, his happiness, his relief, his way of living. No one could stop him, and no one would be able to save this poor little, pathetic girl.

He removes the knife before it drives deeper into the skin. The man groans, standing up as he circles around the helpless girl who could not do anything but cry.

He goes to crouch again, his noxious breath fanning over the girl's ear.

"Do you want to see my face before you die, my little girl?" Her widened eyes meant so much to him that the glee shown on his face would have been horrific to even consider. His hands grab the mask he wore, lifting it off to reveal his true identity.

"Surprise."

The girl's eyes enlarged in a stupor as she scrutinised the man in front of her. Pale cheeks with sharp cheekbones, chocolate hair that fell on their eyebrows, and that scar. That faint scar ran against his eye to his eyebrow. The scar that she created.

"Does this ring a bell?" The man chuckles, his cold hand reaching out to the girl's wounded one. She struggles to move hers away from his but the grip he had on her was immense. And at this state, this girl was soon about to die.

The man hums, his fingers drawing vague circles around the red splotch that was formed on the girl's palm. In a flash, before the girl knew it, a wet thing made her palm sting. She hissed and realised that the wet thing was actually a tongue. Disgusted, she pulls her hand away as it thuds on the ground.

She watched those rosy lips now drowned in crimson red, a deranged smile that made her sick in the stomach when he said the next words.

"I'm sorry, I was just thirsting my hunger."

The man beams with his teeth out and the knife in his hand prongs at the girl.

"Aw, don’t be afraid. Dying is much easier than living."

She knew what was going to happen next, she knew, but she attempted her last opportunity of staying alive.

"P-please, please d-don't do this."

The man draws in a breath, muttering a 'no'. The knife plunges deep into her chest, the dark blood soaking her dress as her hands also held onto the knife. She stared him in the eyes, final words choked from her bloodied throat.

"Why?"

The man observes her breathing as her hands drop onto the ground, those pretty eyes of hers stay open, and that voice he could never get tired hearing of was clamped shut. Gone forever.

He inhales her dead scent and replies thickly, "Because.. you never loved me, my love."

The man stood up before wearing his mask again, viewing his lover one last time in satisfaction. Now her dress was bright enough.

The screen goes completely black, and a loud whine erupts from your friend.

"Y/N! I was up to the best part!" You put the remote away, as you held a bowl of colourfully wrapped lollies. Black and orange for the packaging, obviously.

"Eden, please get your ass up and stop getting distracted for god's sake." You motion your friend to follow you, an irritated moan coming out of her mouth.

"But, I was up to the best part, the best part Y/N!"

"What is this? The new ghost face movie or something?"

"It's called 'Scream, Baby', and yes it is new."

"Imagine actually having a psycho killer boyfriend." You mumble to yourself before talking to Eden again.

"Good thing I stopped you or else you would've spoiled the whole thing to everyone."

"But-"

"We have the last bit of decoration left, come on, once we're done with this we can get ready to go to the carnival."

The cold air hits you both as you go to the front of the house to help each other hang the streamers and fairy lights.

"I thought your mum said she wasn't letting you go?" Eden asks, grabbing less than a handful of lollies as she pops one into her mouth, dropping the rubbish onto the ground.

You fiddle with the lights, untangling the mess that was situated.

"Did you really think I was going to listen to her?" You shake your head disapprovingly (well, actually sarcastically) finally undoing the knot.

"I think she's scared, like other mums'."

"Yeah, I get what you mean, with the drastic news and all." Eden sighs, grabbing one end of the fairy lights while you grab the other.

"Can't believe people are going missing in this small town. This shit-town, Derry." You almost scoff in disbelief as Eden silently agrees with you with a nod of her head.

You both finish off the remaining decoration, satisfied with how it turned out. Bright, flashing lights danced vibrantly, the purple neon light that hung at the door made it look extra cool. And the Jack O' Lanterns. How could anyone forget those?

Those funny, supposedly scary-looking pumpkins glowed by the warmth of candles, all of them menacingly staring at the neighbourhood. The fake cobwebs stretched over the windows and fence. Skulls at the side of the entrance sat there with the grim reaper, its skeleton dangling.

It was not the best, but at least the house looked spooky enough for little kids. You check out the other houses on the street, some almost looking like haunted mansions while others left theirs unbothered with only one Jack O' Lantern and a bucket of candies. The regular sign says, "Please take one."

"Didn't the Jefferson's give away toothbrushes instead of chocolate last year?" Eden points to the last house on the street, which was not decorated at all.

"They're not here, heard they went to Hawaii for vacation a week ago."

"Dang, wanted to pull one last prank at them, and how'd you know?"

You snort, covering the laugh with your hand.

"You've always said that Eden, and word spreads fast here, especially with the internet and all."

You stretch, the moonlight shining on the darkened roads as clouds block the wonderous image in the night sky. Oh boy, today was going to be a fun night.

"Now, who's ready to attend the carnival?"

The cheers of exhilaration and laughter surge far from the entrance of this year’s Halloween extravaganza, and more than hundreds of people had attended to deem the levity chills of fear and excitement. The air had never felt much colder than when you and Eden just arrived at the town's biggest festival.

Even though you wore a black, puffy jacket with the fluff tickling your neck, you could still feel the subtle breeze singing along with you. The black shirt with shoulder cuts made your skin shine gloriously beneath the night sky. Your dark blue jeans glistened from the shiny stones that were neatly attached.   

A great outfit for a great night.

“Where are the others?” You ask as you glance around for your friends.

Eden glances at her watch, the time ticking away slowly.

“They should be here, let’s go in and see if we can find them.”

An arch was made just for this festivity, painted red words dripped displayed, 'The Carnal Fear'.

The carnival was bombarded with people, stalls of all types of games set up, the aroma of fresh food just swinging by, and oh my, the prizes. How could anyone forget the prizes? Bright lights and music filled up empty lanes as more people started to come in.

"Y/N! Eden!" Young voices yell from afar, two people running like if it were the end of the world. A pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, the wispy air already replaced the warmth that was radiated by the touch.

Min-ho and Jina smiled at you and Eden, their cheeks widened every second.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we finally got to meet up!" Jina exclaims, her giggles wandering around your ears.

"Don't tell me you guys started without us." Eden folds her arms across her chest, a fake scoff erupting from the corner of her lips as they quirk up.

Min-ho rolls his eyes jokingly, his fluffy hair being swept away in the chilly weather.

"Of course not, we were just looking for you guys."

You squint your eyes at him as they trail down to his shoulder.

"You sure you didn't play any games without us?" Min-ho follows your gaze, an 'o' expression formed on his lips.

Startled, he tries to send a signal to Jina, confusion taking over.

"Nice bear, there's one that looks exactly like it, right over there." You point to a water gun stall, little kids crowding the line as each of them were frantic for a prize. And one received the duplicate teddy bear Min-ho had darned on his shoulder.

“Alright, we did play, but it was only one!”

The giggle that abrupted from your lips fluttered in the air, a tingling sensation that flew into his ear. A wonderous, unhinged smile paved its way out of control. He stared across at you and your little gang, worthless in fact, but he just knew that the four of you were going to make his night the best. A night he would never forget.

Your steps on the pathway walked in every direction out of excitement as screams and joyous laughter mixed in delight- out of order. Your eyes fall into fascination with the decorative rides, and the food stalls- just the festival itself was amazing.

You viewed common games that are played on Halloween every year, like the classic 'Apple Bobbing'. Red apples were floating in a brown barrel, usually used for beer, and the spectacular green water rose up and down whenever a person was participating.

"How's it green?" You ask your friends out of curiosity.

"Not sure, they probably got lights in there or they actually coloured it." Jina replies to you as her fingers point towards a specific fun ride.

The Merry-Go-Round

"You want to go on a kids ride?" Minho says.

"Why not? Unless you want to be a loser and not reminisce childhood memories!" You stick your tongue at Minho, laughing as you and Jia run to hop onto the ride.

Minho gawks at Eden as they both share an awkward silence.

"Well, they're not wrong." Eden mentions as she goes to join them. Minho's ready to go but a loud whisper and slight yelling prevented him from taking a step further. He finds a couple pulled into a quiet area, both of them arguing.

"I told you not to talk to him!"

"I ain't lying, I didn't even talk to him!"

"Fucking whore, knew I shouldn't have brought you here."

"What did you just say? What the fuck did you just call me you son of a-"

Whack

Silence pours in like a waterfall, and a surprised, light-hearted gasp turns into a tremble. Hot air starts to burn onto the marked skin, too hot for breathing. Angry eyes turn into frightful ones, and they soon turn into a puddle of tears.

"Go act like a pretty bitch and wipe those fucking tears off your face." The man spits at his girlfriend's feet, walking away with a hot head. Her sniffles slowly die down, as she walks out too, her eyes landing on Minho.

He's frozen, gazing at her red cheek and puffed, eyes. He doesn't move, doesn't utter a word but is stuck. His breath hitches, taking a step back before the woman trudges away.

Fucking helpless.

"Minho! Hurry up!" He hears your voice, and it's filled with so much pleasure, it's something he hasn't truly felt in a while. Minho joins as he sits on the galloping horse. A clear, distinct white color reflects light and the red and blue patterns disguise its true beauty. The ride begins and fun-like music tunes in, the galloping horses going up and down as your laughter and cheers are in unison with your friends.

Except for Minho.

He's lost in his personal thoughts, gazing at the ground. The woman that looked at him, he thought about her eyes. How they were deceiving, bewitching and untrustworthy. Sure she had fat tears in them, everybody cries though. That woman could have simply, or even possibly tried talking to him. Had she needed help? Of course, she did, she was just scared, frightened. That was all.

Well, maybe she did not need to talk to him but could have told security or gone to the police. The woman seemed shocked at first, the slap had gotten her startled, yet quiet. It was a physical act that put her in her place. It was a toxic relationship. Perhaps it started as verbal, continuous arguments. Then those arguments altered into the man calling his girlfriend indecent names. Financial problems or blackmailing could be part of the list too, and this list could go on forever.

Minho knows all about this. This kind of stuff. It was hard to tell if he suffered in his life, but he was living way better right now. But back in the past? The most important time of living life? It was his precious childhood/teenage days that were too fragile for anything. Especially graphic.

Everything was going well.

Minho was halfway through high school, an A+ student, healthy, and athletic, his mother got a job, and his dad was working as an architect. The family was rich and financially great and Minho's life was normal. Just like everyone else.

Everything was going well.

It was just one fucking night that changed everything.

From normal to chaotic.

"Minho, try calling him again." His mother's panicked voice rang through the dining room as she paced back and forth.

Minho pressed the numbers, but the call didn't go through.

"Where could he be?" Her mellow voice was shaking in worry and fear for her husband. She knew he had an important, huge meeting and that he was supposed to be back by 9 or at least 10.

But it was fucking 1 in the morning. Minho remembered the time perfectly. The more he thought about the scene he just witnessed, the more he travelled back in time.

Minho was 16, he looked a little skinny, but had a fair look. In fact, he recently found out that one of the girls in his class had a crush on him. But now was not the time to think about that. He observes his mother still pacing back and forth, biting onto one of her nails as she gnawed on it. It wasn't a good habit of hers, and Minho smiled at that.

The door clicked, and heavy steps were taken into the house. Minho's mother jumped as she ran to see her love. She hugged him dearly, relieved that nothing serious had happened to him.

She was gently pushed off by him, her questions following her.

"Where were you?" Yes, where did his father go?

The response comes out as a grunt as he takes off his coat, loosens his tie and gulps a glass of cold water. Minho doesn't know if his mother took notice, but his dad's hair was a little messy, a little too messy for his liking.

"Honey, is everything okay? I was worried sick about you."

Minho's dad ignores her again, it's until she tugs his hand. It was this strong, bitter smell that she whiffed at. Alcohol and a mix of perfume, a perfect combination like chaos.

"Where the hell were you?" His mother says sternly, eyes narrowing within a second as her voice grows loud.

"Whose perfume is this? Who the fuck did you meet?"

"I was at the meeting."

"No you did not, you told me the meeting ended at nine to be exact and that you would be at least an hour late. What were you doing in that one hour that made you come home so late?!"

"I was at the god damn meeting!" Now his father's voice grew as he intimidatingly went up close to his wife.

"You fucking liar! I can smell the perfume, it's a woman's perfume. Just tell me who you were with!"

"You said it yourself you bitch! A woman."

Minho stared across at his parents, the tension growing and growing further like poisonous roots. He blinked and the next thing he saw made him sick in the stomach like his worst nightmare on a happy day.

His father's hands were around his mother's neck, her face swelled red and her eyes were tearing up. The nails that dug into her neck were crushing her fragile throat and she felt the world around her closing in.

Without any control or sense, Minho grabbed a vase and-

"Minho!" He's out of his thoughts, and they withered away like blowing a candle. You stare at your friend in concern as the ride had stopped and he just happened to zone out.

"Everything okay? You wanna do something else of your liking or-"

"No, I'm good." The response comes out as bitter as death, wicked like hell. You could tell something was wrong. A change in his expression, coupled with an uneasy tone, that gave it all away.

Was he not enjoying himself? Or was there something beyond this? Something out of your hands? The four of you stroll around, looking for something else to enjoy as you tell your friends to go ahead and that you would catch up to them soon.

Your hands fiddle around the white laces on your shoe, groaning as you bump into someone.

"I'm so sorry, I did not see you there." You gape at the tall person in front of you, their Halloween outfit as black as the devil's blood, and their little hat on top looked exactly like a jester hat but just black. Its silver balls illuminated in the night, chimes ringing here and there. The man in front of you gave a light- tipped smile, grinning with his teeth out.

"No, it's okay, I'm just glad I bumped into you."

You open your mouth but the words get stuck in your throat once you process his response. Glad I bumped into you? What the hell was that supposed to mean? You catch him still staring at you with those endearing eyes, dark circles underneath them until you notice something off about his right eye.

It was a very faint, red line that stretched across his eye. A scar.

"I don't mean to creep you out, even though that's what everyone in Halloween is doing," he muttered, still giving you the exact light-tipped smile from before, "but I what I mean is for you to come over to the circus that will start soon in about fifteen minutes."

Oh, he must work here.

"A circus? Well, that's new."

"Yeah, it's a new addition you know? Be there by the way and bring your friends along too. You'll seek thrills there."

"Right, uh thanks."

Suddenly someone grabs your arm from behind, staggering you as you see Eden.

"Y/N, what's taking you so long? Jina and Minho are waiting for you."

"Sorry, this man here was talking to me." You turn around only to find him gone. Huh.

"Yeah, let's go."

You gotta be careful you know,

It's like dust falling into snow,

You won't notice it for a while,

It just so happens right before you go.

"Oh my lord, why is the line so long?" Jina frowns with her hands across her chest. She was so pumped to experience actual jump scares from her point of view, but it had been simply crushed by the number of people who also wanted to do the same thing as her. A sign had been nailed to the ground, wet paint displaying, "One Pair at a Time."

"Are you kidding me?" She grows irritated, asking one of the workers why it was only one pair at a time.

"Too many people ma'am, worried a fright can turn 'em into a stampede. Don't want history to repeat itself do we?"

Right, the 1980 'Death Joke'. Like any other Halloween, the haunted house was a classic for everyone. It was until a mysterious actor decided to scare the crap out of everyone that was in there. Realistic screams rang through, and wails of pain ruptured within the walls. The people outside had stopped their personal conversations only to see a pack of people running out of the frightening house. There were so many of them that some had died by being stepped over or just simply their heart jumping out of their sockets. The blood was the true witness of all.

But, the most shocking thing was the way some died. Ripped arms, punctures all over the bodies, so many of them headless. Blood had dripped down the walls, splattered, dried out. Those who came out alive spoke the unspeakable.

It was a giant spider. Bigger than a human with legs as pincers, and terrifying teeth. They were all pointed outwards, with sharp edges with a ton of them in spirals. The only thing that was so unnatural about it was the head. It was a human head with deep, red scars, scathed along its eyes. It was a human that turned into the spider, the actor.

They didn't know what to call it, so they called it, IT. The media had labelled them as crazy and psychotic. It was bullshit that no one would ever believe, a fake tale just to get the suspicions of murder away. Some of the survivors were either convicted or sent to asylums. Months later, all of them died by committing suicide. Stabbed, jumped out of a window or hanged themselves to death.

No one wants history to repeat.

Loud sighs drew from your friends, Eden spoke, "Let's get some food first? My stomach is growling and that's a sign of 'you're gonna die if you don't eat'," she laughed sarcastically as the others followed her. You're tagging along until you hear a whisper.

"Pst."

It was almost a stern whisper, nothing electrifying or hot, it felt like ice. Like dead bodies.

"Pst." It repeats again, and the same feeling is there again. The wisp of cold air, but when you turn around you find no one. Those large pair of eyes that narrowed, glowed dangerously.

Oh, Oh, you were so so stupid.

Such a pathetic being, yet so distinct and beautiful.

If Hoseok had the opportunity to snatch you away right now, he would.

But, he can't do this in front of everyone, after all, for the first time in years he's revealing himself to a group.

And that was specifically yours.

Only then, you noticed the floating balloon that sat in the quiet alley. As red as a cherry, the bright colour flashed in front of you. Alluring, hypnotic thoughts drag you in there. You get a hold of the string, not thinking much about it.

"Boo!" You don't know if it was the same noise but they both happened at the same time. You jump back, the popped balloon now flat on your hands as you stared at the glowing eyes that glare at you.

The person comes to light, and it's the same man from earlier.

"I'll give you a tip," he chuckles deeply, "go to the circus, and the line here will be gone, once it's done come straight here and I'll allow you and your gang to go in."

"W-wait, you work as an actor here?"

"A professional actor, professional enough to scare you." The man winks as he walks out of the alley. And then, he's gone.

You somehow managed to convince your friends to head over to the circus as it turned out that the man was right. Nearly everyone had gone to see the show and most of the rides had no lines. You all jog in whatsoever, a man with a black jester hat-

Him again?

He smiles gleefully at you again, but it now felt a little off to you. It wasn't just the way he smiled but also how you took his words into consideration. Go to the circus, and the line here will be gone, once it's done come straight here and I'll allow you and your gang to go in.

Hang on, if the lines were going to be empty, why couldn't you go now?

"Take a mask, take a seat and enjoy the show!"

You glance around and find the massive tent you guys are in had enough space to fit everyone that came. Solid, brown wooden benches smelt like fresh pinewood and mint. Red and yellow stripes licked the tent in all directions, and the rainbow lights lit up the place.

It's deafening to the crowd, but the audience settles down when dramatic music starts to play. The lights dimmed, and everyone hushed as the show was about to begin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys, welcome to this year's Carnal Fear Circus!" Whoops and cheers surge in the air, thunderous clapping now softened.

"Stay in your seats, eat up your food and feel amused and overwhelmed by this show as it's not one to miss!" Magicians play fantastic tricks, the audience going 'ooh' and 'ah.' They bring monkeys in and then the monkeys start doing tricks. You see acrobats and clowns doing their own little thing. Everyone claps and laughs in jubilation. But something is off.

It's like time slows down and you can hear ticking. Everything around you is in slow-mo, including your friends who were munching on cheesy hot dogs and corn on the cob. The hairs on your neck stand, anxiety crawling through.

When you think you're alone, someone watches.

And he's staring right at you. No smile this time, but a dead look like he's about to murder someone. Behind him, an object flies into the air. And it's a red balloon, as red as a cherry. It goes higher and higher till it bursts.

"Let's pick some volunteers! Who will help Mick the mysterious in his performance?" Hands fly into the air, and multiple people yell over each other to be chosen.

The magician, Mick, points over to your area. "You two there! Pretty ladies with hot dogs and corn, why don't you come over?" Eden and Jina glance at each other, giggling as they jog off to the pit. You and Min-ho watch silently, and you observe how his mood had slightly gotten better. He finally had a smile on his face.

"May I have your names please?" The mic is passed to them, and both of them speak.

"What gorgeous names! Now, Jina, I have a task for you to do, in fact, you get to work on this one." The magician uses his wand (yes, the wand with the white tip and its black midway) to display the glistening, black rectangular box in front of him.

"I want you to get inside of this box while your friend Eden will be looking for a key. She'll be given clues to get you out, and you'll see the surprise that comes by."

Jina mutters a sure, entering the rectangular box that almost looked like a coffin, the lid shut closed. Eden covers her face with her hands, her ginger hair helping too. Mick hides the key right under the heavy box, slipping it ever so quietly. Inside the box is completely dark, and Jina's breathing was the only thing she heard. Maybe the box was soundproof? It was so dark, dark like on a Christmas Eve night.

"8..9..10, here I come! Ready or not."

The floorboards creak, faint little footsteps stomping around the house. Jeremy was scavenging for his younger sister, Jina. It was a Christmas Eve night, and the adults were all laughing, having sips of rich, bubbly champagne. His cousins, Tim and Tilly had joined them to play hide and seek.

It was Jeremy's turn to seek his cheeky cousins and of course his sister. He entered his room, crept up tacitly and looked under the bed. He found two pairs of eyes peering right at him. Tim and Tilly crawl out of the bed, giggling at the silly idea to hide in the most obvious place. The only person left was Jina. Now, Tim and Tilly could help but they cannot tell Jeremy at all, even if they find Jina themselves. That was part of the rules.

"Achoo!" The noise comes from across the corridor, the trio running right past Jina. She was tucked in the old, dusty cupboard that her mother used to put ancient things in. Like some of the Christmas decorations that were in here, and the wine cups too.

The cupboard was empty this time, and it was enough room for Jina to hide in. When she had run in and closed the cupboard's door shut, it was as black as night. She wasn't scared, she was a brave girl. Time passed, and Jina heard her cousins talking with her brother loudly downstairs.

"Where could she have gone? We looked at all the hiding spaces."

She chortled, tiny hands pressing against her soft cheeks. It felt like forever all of a sudden. Her palms began to sweat, her body feeling uncomfortably hot. Maybe now was the time to get out, and her butt had been aching from sitting the whole time.

Jina reaches to push the door, but it does not budge. She tries again, and again. The door rocks instead as if it were stuck on drying cement. Her heart races, blood pumping ridiculously, grunting as she uses all of her power to push the door open.

Nothing.

Then everything gets too dark, too dark that for a moment she thought she was blind. Her breathing gets heavy, and her forehead is sweaty too with a blistering temperature. The cupboard starts closing in on her and she starts to feel alarmed.

Her hands touch the back of the furniture and it felt incredibly close to her. She does the same with the other sides, her mind striking her that the walls were going to crush her. The space was too compact, feeling like she couldn't barely move at all. She feels her lungs constrict, blood pumping faster, and the oxygen around her slowly dissipates away.

"Mommy? Daddy?" She cries out, tiny teardrops plummet from her green eyes. She can't move her legs, barely an inch to move and it gets much harder to breathe. Jina starts to bang on the door vigorously, screaming for her mother and father.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

In a couple of seconds murmurs and yells come from outside the cupboard.

"Jina, sweetie, where are you?" A silky voice drifts and Jina realises it's her mother.

She hits the door again, sobbing.

There's grunting at the door, and groans of pain as the door swings open with massive power. Jina is lifted off of her feet swiftly, crying as she speaks with broken sobs.

"I c-couldn't b-breathe mommy, it was too dark."

It was too dark.

Abruptly the memories wash in and Jina starts to find herself in the same situation. Her vision blurs, getting clammy and her breathing becomes rapid. Rapid short breaths as she's wondering what might be taking Eden so long?

"Ooh, you're hot..cold...ok now warmer.. extremely hot." Jina can hear them, her hands sticking onto the black box's lid, trying to push it open. But it's locked. She starts to experience the exact feeling, the dark walls closing in, she might be locked in here forever.

She endures the space surrounding her, feet touching the very edge of the box. She clangs the lid, hoping to get a response.

"You're right there!" Jina makes out the comment, and her heart pumped briskly. It was starting to get suffocating and she couldn't take off the jacket she was wearing. Jina bangs at the lid again, yelling to get out.

"Open this! Open this shit right now!" She begins to pant as her vision starts to lose focus and witnesses stars in front of her. She tries kicking with her legs, but she's so weak, the oxygen getting harder and harder to reach her lungs.

"And she did it, ladies and gentlemen! A round of applause for these two." Roaring claps swell in the tent and the crowd cheers. A wave of chilly air brushes against Jina, and her eyes flutter. She recognises Eden pulling her up as she stumbles against her. She gazes to find you and Minho on the benches, but a twisted feeling punches her stomach.

Right behind you is a red balloon, bright and smooth, floating with a white string. It twirls around and black writing is formed on there.

"Jina."

It pops and Jina cowers out of nowhere, frantic eyes probing whether or not the crowd saw that at all. And it seemed like you didn't too.

You notice Jina's red cheeks, her sweat shining across her forehead. You watch Eden comforting her as they reach the steps to talk to you and Minho.

"Jina, oh my god, what happened?" She sits with a huff, slithering off her jacket.

"Just got a little conscious over tight spaces, again."

"Let's go outside and get some fresh air, we can just chill-"

"Dear ladies and gents, the mask you have brought in, please wear them for the next act!" The speakers' screech from corners, everyone whispering and teasing each other when they wore their masks. Except when you rummage to look for yours, it is not there. And it's the same with Eden, Jina and Minho as well.

The masks everyone put on looked horrendous. There were the classic X eyes and lined smiles, hollow faces with white teeth, fake blood splattered on fake bandages, and the word 'god' and the cross were written on it. They reminded you of purge masks, just like the ones in movies.

Promptly the lights switch off, and everyone is dead quiet. Your friends eye behind you, and you do the same. The masks start to glow, all of them staring at the black pit. No one moves, and no one talks until a red light glows. And you see him. You don't see the magicians or the acrobats, but him.

The man is grinning again, presenting a wide smile that can charm anyone.

"Eden...you don't look too splendid today." He draws out her name, and it echoes in her ear. She widens her brown orbs, parting her lips as she looks at the jester man.

"Don't you remember? Eden, you better not come to homecoming."

It’s the gasp that reminds her.

"Eden, you fat doll! You better not come to homecoming you ugly piece of shit." Spit falls on her brand-new, polished shoes by the bully, Sophie. Her blond hair swishes and she gives Eden a nasty stare, pushing her aside as her gang snickers.

Eden doesn't know what's wrong with her. Is she that awful? Is she that bad looking that everyone in her class makes fun of her? Didn't her diet help her? Probably was, and it made sense. No one liked her anyway, not only her looks but her personality too. She was too shy or extremely weird, not sporty or athletic. Life does take a lot of turns for the worst.

Homecoming was near and the endless threats that were sent Eden’s way made it an obvious decision to not attend the party. Even though she had prepared a beautiful dress, it wasn't worth it.

She sighs at the beauty she created, a dark navy blue ball dress attached with stick-on diamonds, faint silver glitter and the pale ends of sky blue. Fake blue carnations were affixed to the corset and golden linings were hemmed along the way. God, she even had matching jewelry too.

“Why aren't you going?” Her mother had asked her as she cleaned the dishes.

“I don't know, I just don't feel like going.”

"Nonsense, you will prevail homecoming with that dress. And it doesn't matter if you don't go out with a guy, as long as you're having fun then it's okay." Her mother optimistically said, hoping it would convince her daughter to go.

"I seriously don't know mom, and my dress is not that appealing either. I feel like it's going to be tedious." Eden's mother raises her eyebrows at her, and the delicate dishes clang as she takes off her wet gloves.

"You better wear that dress in five minutes, and I don't want to hear it from you." She points a wooden spoon at her, sipping a bit of hot chicken soup she had made. Eden whined, stomping to her room and grabbing her dress. She slips it on easily, fixing the ends of the dress and did a little twirl. She glanced at the mirror, her ginger hair curled at the ends and never minded- her dress actually looks gorgeous.

A knock is heard at the door, and Eden's mother comes in with a smile on her face. She started to help Eden with her hair, added a couple of extensions and did her nails. Eden giggled when the makeup brush tickled her eyes, the blue eyeshadow sprinkling. When they were done, Eden's lips parted, an 'o' shape formed and she was in shock.

"You look like Cinderella." Her mother told her, and Eden replied she wasn't in a fairy tale and that she was all grown up now. The drive to her school didn't take too long, and the blast of music thundered when they parked their car.

"Have fun, and if you need anything call me okay?" Eden's mother gave a swift kiss on her daughter's cheek. She waves and enters the school, and Eden discerns laughter and conversations in the hall. It was bright, a disco ball shimmering its sparkles and people were dancing. As if they were hypnotised, the conversations ceased and everyone stopped to look at her. Whispers and murmurs rang through Eden's ears and for a second she thought they were gonna tease her again.

"Jesus Eden! You look beautiful." A girl complimented her, and then a lot of people started to do the same. Eden never felt this type of appreciation in her life. People invited her to dance, to eat with them and she had proper chats too.

"Dear students of Drightfall High, thank you for voting and we hope you all are having a great time. We have calculated the votes to announce this year's homecoming king and queen!" Hoorays and clapping were occurring and a slap of drum rolls happened.

"This year's homecoming king and queen are-" the announcer pauses, opening the envelope in their hands, "Noah and Eden!" The room yells in congrats and hugs are given. To experience the feeling of the homecoming crown on Eden's head was truly an honour.

Once the party was over and everyone was saying their goodbyes, someone pulls Eden into a quiet corner.

"You bitch!" A slap smacks Eden across her cheek, and she stumbles.

"I told you not to come to homecoming, and you just took my fucking win."

"You disgusting whore, what is this piece of shit anyways? Made it yourself from the dollar store? Bet it couldn't compare to my designer dress." Sarah simpers, her friends following her too.

Rrripp.

"Woops, my hand slipped." A tear in Eden's dress and pull on her carnations- it was too much to handle.

More rips and more delirious moves were made and Eden pushed them off. Her salty tears wiped the makeup off of her face, and she wobbled on the road.

Fuck.

Fuck.

How the fuck did he know?

Within a second Eden runs away, her sobs loud and clear when she exits the tent.

"Eden wait!" You yell after her, and then they snap their heads toward you. Your heart thumps against your rib cage. Every single individual stares at you with their purge masks and Jina and Minho halt too. Your eyes trail to the pit and the jester man that stood there cackled wickedly.

"You better run." He said in a sing-like way, and he vanishes. The red light continues to radiate and there's an ear-splitting grind. The audience stands up, hands forming into fists and weapons come out of nowhere.

Your breath hitches as you and the others take slow steps.

"Run."

You all hop off of the benches, feet pressing against concrete and you look for Eden to leave.

"Eden! Eden where are you?!" You stick with Minho and Jina, their voices colliding.

"What the fuck is happening?!"

"I don't fucking know but there's fucking murderers coming after us!"

"We need to find Eden, right now so we can get out of here." You inform them, and instantly a pack of heavy stomps carry on the ground.

You all turn around in sync and it's the audience cracking their necks, holding axes and knives.

Shit.

You sprint as fast as you can while Minho shouts.

"Where do we go?!"

"We're on the opposite side of the exit, it's gonna take us longer if we take a detour." Jina mentions, your breaths are in sync.

What's one place that will be hard for them to find you?

Your eyes broaden and you have an idea.

"The haunted house- let's go there!"

"Are you insane? It's going to be easier for them-"

"It's the biggest ride to easily hide, and we need to find Eden right now."

They look at you with hesitation set in their eyes, but with no choice, they agree and follow you.

You all huff and pant when you enter the house, and it's perfectly decorated. The dark wood, with carvings and cobwebs, barely any light escaping through. Various stairs and corridors are planted, old dry paintings hang on the walls and a wail erupts upstairs.

Eden.

The three of you run up to find her, hearts racing faster every time you thought about dying at the hands of these people.

"Eden! Where are you? We need to leave right now-"

"Y/N in here!" Jina shouts, and you hurriedly go after her. You identify Eden sobbing quietly, her eyes red and swollen from whatever she beheld.

"Eden, we need to leave right now. You're not gonna believe it but there's a like a whole fricking mob coming after us."

"What?"

"Y-yeah, we have to get out now." Eden teeters on her feet, and finally, the four of you prepare to leave when-

"FUCK!" A yowl erupts from Minho, and behind him stood one of those masked people. A knife was stuck deep in his shoulder, blood coating his denim jacket. He can feel the weapon drive deeper and deeper into his skin, the tendons and muscles- it's all pain. You dash to him but Jina gets a hold of your wrist, pulling you back. Behind Minho, there's...more.

No, no, no.

"Minho!" You scream and he wails in agony. You, Eden and Jina trip out of the room and the door shuts close. You grab onto the door handle, unable to open it.

"Leave him alone! Don't you fucking touch him-"

A head-splitting slice hangs in the air, and you're mute.

No...

"Y/N, let's go. I-it's too late." Jina murmurs, and hot tears sprang from your eyes. Eden peers downstairs and even more arrive.

"We need to get up higher." She tells and you obey.

You're all panting again with contended hearts and clammy clothes, pushing yourself into the first room you find.

It's wide and massive, and dust reeks from the ceiling-

Oh lord. The ceiling.

Like an ancient movie, sharp spikes are pointed, as white as day. In front of you were solid, cobblestone steps and one mistake could result in death.

You catch Eden pulling the doorknob but the door is locked.

"We're all going to die at this point." Jina whispers to herself, never feeling this scared in her life.

You ignore the disastrous emotion, and carefully observe the steps in front of you.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

You step on the first stone, and nothing happens yet.

"Just follow me, and don't step on any stone that is raised a bit higher. It'll trigger the trap."

They silently stick with you and you're halfway there.

"Woah!" You snap your head, looking at Jina who had accidentally stepped on the wrong stone. It goes deep into the ground, grinding against it and everything goes soundless. The ceiling begins to shake like an earthquake and it was getting extremely difficult for you to keep your balance.

"Just go!" You yell, jumping on every random stone just to get out of this death trap. You get out of the horrendous room, and the lights start to flicker. Eden comes out too, panting when she sees you.

"Where's Jina?"

A scream bellows, and you see the walls closing in on Jina.

"Y/n! E-Eden, fuck help ME please." She chokes out, her body getting squished by the rough walls. The ceiling starts to drop closer and closer to her, and you both can't do anything. There's no button to turn it off, nothing.

You wince when you start to hear cracks, and her screams echo in your ear. The spikes sink into her forehead, and her skull gets demolished. Blood splattered, some of it landing on you. The walls oppose each other, and Jina's body was stuck on the spikes. She hung loosely, and nothing of her was noticeable anymore. Her face was completely gone and bones were out in all the wrong places. It drops with a thud, more blood spilling and the puddle grew.

You stare at the scene like a dead person.

A dead person.

"Y/N..." You feel Eden heave on your shoulder as she dragged you away. You're both at the end of the corridor, and a glimmer of hope arises. Right in front of you was a door with an exit sign and you and Eden rushed in.

Except, it wasn't an exit.

It was a mirror maze.

You apprehend the door slam and the ground shakes slightly. You and Eden glance at each other, nodding heads as you take steps. It's clear, and blue lights reflect. Copies of you and your friend are at every angle and direction, and you bump into one of the mirrors.

"Fuck." You groan as you soothe your head with your hand.

"Eden, do you know where to go next?" You question her but there's no response. You gaze at the mirrors and your heart jumps out of your chest.

"Eden?"

"Y/N!" You hear her calling you and you start taking haphazard control. You collide into more mirrors until you find her.

"Eden, oh my god, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I just got lost, sorry."

"Don't be, come on, I think we're near-" You jolt straight away, your head impacted by the clear wall in front of you.

What the-

You form fists at the door, sweaty palms greasing the clean glass. Eden tries to leave but she also hits her head. Oh god, she's stuck.

And then you hear this disgusting noise behind Eden.

It's the man.

His tongue glides smoothly along the glass, and you start to see his red scar more vividly now. Out of nowhere, he bangs his head on the glass and both you and Eden jump. He does it again and repeats it until there's a crack.

Hell, you were realising what he was doing. You try breaking the glass with your shoulder but pain waves in. The crack starts to get extensive, and you keep trying to somehow fracture the glass from your side.

The banging stops and you look at the man grinning again, with a red balloon behind him.

He opens his mouth wide, and spirals start to form, and so many teeth jagged are coated with blood.

"No! Stop, stop, leave HER ALONE!" You scream, as your fists rap at the wall.

"Don't do this to her! PLEASE, I'm begging you, don't do this to-"

Clink.

Glass shatters everywhere, and fragment of pieces graze Eden's face. A crunch is heard and you see blood explode on the walls and you fall back, not realising the tears had already dropped. The man is gone again.

Your head takes time to process the things you just saw, and all of your friends were dead. They were never going to come back into this world ever again. You manage to exit the room and find a pair of stairs that lead back to the start of the house. You're so tranced in your thoughts that you trip on a step, tumbling down and you hear a twisted crack from your ankle.

The shriek that bursts out of your dry lips tells enough of a gruesome warning. You peek at your leg and you shake your head. Part of the bone is cracked and it pops out, blood enriching the wound. The torment is killing you and you have no other option but to crawl out of the place. You haul yourself out steadily, wincing and hissing every time the bone gnawed at your skin.

You're in the middle of the path, behind you was the exit, but it was sealed with red balloons and a wooden board. Everything is so quiet, and dead. No one was here except for you and the man.

You were so alone.

"Hey Y/N, wanna play truth and dare?" Your friend asks you, wiggling her eyebrows when you say yes.

"Okay... I pick truth."

"Aw man, I had a good dare. Anyway, what's your biggest fear?"

You take time to answer this one, what was your biggest fear?

"Hmm, I think it's being alone."

"Alone? What type of fear is that?"

You try to explain to her, "It's like you're scared of being alone in this world, and you're the only person who exists in a certain place."

"So that's your fear?"

"Yeah, I hate being alone."

You hated being alone, and you were so fearful about it.

Sweet, melodious music dances in the breeze and only one ride smoulders in front of you.

The Merry-Go-Round

The man dressed in all black stands there watching you. Your breath hitches and you see him crack his bones and do weird movements with his body. His legs begin to extend and they become...pincers? The same goes for his arms and the body part that remains normal is his head.

Everything starts to connect... the 1980 Death Joke, and the missing people from previous festivals-

He was the actor.

And he even told you at the beginning.

He's so proud, and he's played such a mind game with you all. And he's finally going to have you, and keep you forever.

"Y/N, my darling, how was the carnival?" The name throws you off, and you whimper when you move back with your broken ankle.

Hoseok catches this and he pouts.

"My poor girl got hurt while trying to survive? Well, isn't that heroic?" He crawls with his pincers, coming towards you, and you try to move backwards. You're slow and weak, unable to move an inch when you move your leg. He, on the other hand, runs at a pace that even you could not muster.

"No!" You scream, hands swatting at him.

He cradles you in his spider-form arms, and brings you extremely close to his face.

"I forgot to introduce myself, forgive me. But the name is Hoseok, or as others like to call me, IT."

You tremble under his touch, as you uncomfortably writhed around. Everything is silent and it feels like it's just the both of you that exist in this world. His world.

"I want you to scream for me."

It all happens in a flash and you screech at the pincer that struck your chest. Blood drips, and crimson floods in. You gurgle and spit out blood when it goes even further. You can feel yourself breathing slowly, the breaths now soft and steady, and your eyes become blurry.

They stare directly into Hoseok's eyes, and he opens his mouth. Three circular balls glow yellow and your eyes fall into his spell. Just right before you get hypnotised, you see the bodies of your friends float in the night sky. Blood dripped from each of them. The amount of fear he consumed from them was fresh, and it was like a full buffet. Hoseok is always in your head and was always inside your friends' heads too. Sure, he enjoyed fear, but the best part of all was death. Just seeing the way they all die.

Hoseok gives you the exact same light-tipped smile from before, and he was right, you did make his night the best.

His lips fall onto yours, capturing the liquid, murmuring to you.

"You're not alone anymore, Y/N."

He chuckles before diving in again.

"Once in a while... we all float."

[taebearlover07]

Bad Girl Punishment

The following slides might contain 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄, do not interact if uncomfortable  

Pairing: Step-daddy!Kim Taehyung x Step-daughter!Fem!Reader

Genre: Rough Smut

Summary: You bunked your school in the morning and went to club with your friends. Everything was alright until your step-daddy, Taehyung found out your doing. Him as your guardian, he made sure you never do such thing again  

Warnings: Rough sex, Dom!Taehyung, Sub!reader, spanking(very must), clit slapping, pussy spanking, pinching, degradation, name-calling(Slut, whore, Yn calls Tae daddy), using of toy(vibrator), punishing, sobbing, crying, blowjob, face-fucking, etc.

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Imagine you getting spanked by your stepdaddy after he found out that you bunked your school and went out with your friends to a club. You lay half-naked, nude from the bottom as he spanks your ass raw. Each powerful slap makes you cry out. Tears spill down your face as a whiney apology escapes your lips at every spank he laid “I’m sorry daddy!” You cried out but all your wails went in vain as he continued to lay harsh spanks on your ass “I don’t think you are sorry baby. Apologise properly then maybe I will think to forgive you” He said in a cocky tone, continuing his painful assault on your ass. “I am r-really sorry d-daddy! I-I promise I’ll n-never break any s-school rule! I’ll study like a g-good girl!” You screamed, completely exhausted from his painful torture but he just continued his assault on your ass. “Hmm?” “Yes-ah!” Before you could complete your sentence he laid another harsh smack on your ass “Daddy asked you a question baby, answer him, you don't want to make daddy mad now, do you?” He said as his finger moved down to your leaking pussy, despite his harsh treatment on your ass, you couldn't help but feel wet down there. He fakes a gasp as he felt your wetness on his finger  “Oh! You are enjoying your punishment too, such a slut of a baby I have! Aren’t you a slutty whore baby?” He rubbed your wetness before laying a harsh smack on your pussy lips “N-no, I am not-” you tried to say but couldn't as he spanked you again on clit “Oh baby, you are lying to your daddy now, such a bad bad girl, don't worry daddy is gonna put some manners in your” He pushed you down on the couch. Pushing your face down on the couch and raising your ass high up in the air. He pulled off his belt and tied your hands behind your back, you whimpered in disapproval “P-please, n-no tying up d-daddy” He just ignored your whimpering. He pulled you up to his chest by your hair making you scream from pain “You are in no position in asking favours babygirl, just take what I fucking give you!” He laid a harsh smack on your pussy, you wanted to wiggle away from the torture but couldn't. He pushed your face down on the couch and said “Don’t dare to move from this position, got that?” He applied a bit more pressure on your neck making you choke out a yes. He hummed before walking away somewhere. You sat in the same position for a while, not daring to move until he returned. 

You felt him pull you up as he tied a blindfold onto your eyes. Making sure that the blindfold is tight enough he again pushed your face back on the couch. You lay quietly on the couch until to felt him rub something on your entrance making you wiggle away, already knowing what that thing was “N-no! No d-daddy!” You tried to get away from that devilish vibrator but he forcefully held you in one place and pushed the vibrator into you. “I said you to stay fucking still! Can’t you understand one fucking command properly?!” He said before pinching your nub hard, tears collecting in your eyes as he continued to pinch your nub “I want you to keep that vibrator in your slutty hole and don’t cum until I allow you, got that?” “Yes, daddy!” You screamed due to the pain in your sensitive part. “Good” He said as he finally left your sensitive nub and moved somewhere in the room. You wanted to ask him where he is going but before you could question him you felt the vibrator come to life, its harsh vibration making you see stars. You were too much in pleasure that you didn’t hear him removing his clothes and kneeling in front of you. You didn’t understand anything until you felt him kneeling in front of you with his cock tip rubbing on your lips “Open” He commanded and you obeyed like a good girl, opening your mouth for his huge cock. You begin to take him slowly, taking him from your mouth but he grips your hair and shoves his dick inside your mouth making him groan loudly. He pulled himself out before showering himself again in your mouth. He repeats this action for a while before slowly starting to thrust in your mouth in a rhyme, you unconsciously move your tongue around his cock making him moan loudly. 

“Fuck yes! That’s like a good girl” He moans out and starts to thrust faster “Such a good little slut for me” His grip on your hair tightness as he continues to thrust harder into your mouth “My pretty little cum dump”. Pulling his cock out of your mouth only to slap it on your face a few times before harshly showering it back in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” He curses as his tip met with the back of your throat making you gag and push his cock  “Fucking take my cock in that mouth, slut!”. Tears streamed down your face as he thrust hard in your mouth, you clenched your walls tightly around the vibrator as you felt yourself near. “Don’t you dare to cum, whore, not until you make me cum” He said, he stopped his thrusts for a while and kept his cock in your mouth.  He moved his hand behind to rub your clit making you whimper in disapproval only to get muffled around his cock. He moaned feeling your whimpers around his cock. He moved his sinful fingers from your clit before thrusting his cock again in your mouth “I am gonna cum babygirl, be a good girl and swallow” He says before cumming in your mouth, pulling out of your mouth before making sure you swallow his cum. He removed your blindfold to reveal your tear-streamed doe eyes “P-Please can I c-cum, daddy?” You sobbed making him smirk. He hummed before saying “No, you won’t cum today, that’s your punishment” He pulled out the vibrator from your hole making you sob loudly “N-no, I am sorry, daddy!” He didn’t reply and just removed his belt from your now red wrists. You continued to sob as he pulled you up in his arms towards the bathroom to clean you up. After this incident, you made sure to never disobey your daddy or make him mad.

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THE END

THANK YOU FOR READING

[hannieismyhubby]

Stray Kids FF

OT8 x Y/N

Part-1

Chan x Changbin x fem! reader x Felix

Genre-smut

Warnings-Degradation, praising, oral, denial, Overstimulation, slight bondage, handcuffing, Master & Mistress Kink, foursome, sex toys ( cock rings, dildo etc) use of safeword, aftercare..

Switch reader

Hard Dom Bangchan

Hard Dom Changbin

Sub Felix

"Mistress! I need to be inside you, please!" Felix begged as you set the cock ring on a higher level.

"Not now slut, maybe if you want it scream my name louder!" you chuckled as he begged even more

"MISTRESS, PLEASE!!"

Felix's cries got louder and louder. Suddenly Chan walked in. " C-Channie...I mean master-" Y/N gulped making Felix shake and scream from her mistakenly putting it on a higher setting.

Felix moaned out loudly and Chan just chuckled making Y/N shiver. He stared a her darkly smirking when she slightly moved back.

"Little slut here couldn't stop torturing her little babyboy, could she?"Chan spoke out in a mocking voice."Oh she really couldn't" a voice spoke out.

"Binnie?" Chan spoke out looking at Changbin with dark eyes. Changbin walked towards you and in a few seconds, you were on all fours. He grabbed the cock ring controller and walked towards Felix.

Felix gulped when he saw Changbin holding the controller. Chan stared at you and looked back at Changbin." Tie her up..." Changbin told Chan."Yes Binnie" Chan followed his order and tied Y/N up. Felix submitted himself to Changbin for Changbin's own pleasure.

Chan took the small wooden stick and spanked Y/N's ass. she screamed out in pain and whimpered softly.

"I'm gonna use you, yeah dirty girl, you like that, right?"Chan grunted as he started slamming into Y/N's pussy earning loud yelps and begs from her to go faster.

The restraints burned against her hand as Chan smacked her ass.

Changbin watched Chan abuse Y/N's pussy and Felix groaned out from being kept untouched for so long.

Changbin suddenly got under Felix and slammed his cock into Felix's asshole.

"You better come untouched" Changbin voice was deep as he let out gutural groans while holding Felix in place.

Chan continues to abuse Y/N's tight hole hard and fast. As soon as he touched her clit, she gasped out hard, he spanked her and she let out her juices.

"So wet for me yeah?Enjoy this while it lasts slut" " Yes master...she moaned out loud. Suddenly Y/N felt something going in her ass. It was cold and rubbery, unlike Felix's, Chan's or Changbin's cock with was warm and soft.

"I'm gonna mmh~, I'm g-gonna"she moaned out but at that moment, her hole which was stuffed full of cock was now empty. She cried out and whined from the feeling of emptiness in her core.

Changbin heard Felix moan out meaning he was very close to cumming. at the moment Changbin touched Felix's dick, Felix cummed. Felix thought Changbin would stopped but he kept going harder than before.

"Master please stop! it h-hurts, please stop!" Felix cried out.

"Come on slut, handle it" Changbin groaned out loudly but soon Felix's moans turned into soft sobs and his face qas scrunched up in pain. Felix's eyes became teary as he tried to stop Changbin but was too weak to do so. Changbin was in heaven as he was coming close to cumming.

Chan was denying Y/N her orgasm too many times that she started to get desperate. "Channie Master, please sto-" Chan rammed hard into Y/N's drenched and abused cunt making her grip the sheets tightly.

She looked at Felix hoping atleast he would be enjoying but to her surprise he was sobbing and crying.

"R-red" Y/N squeaked out and Chan immediately stopped. She pointedat the now crying Felix and Chan immediately got Changbin to stop.

"BINNIE STOP! LIXIE IS IN PAIN!" Chan shouted alerting the now cumming Changbin. Changbin looked down at Falix who was too weak to even look up. Felix had been too weak to call out the safeword that Y/N had to do it for him. Changbin slowly pulled out of Felix and wrapped him in his arms.

"LIXIE!! I'm so sorry!" Changbin whispered out and hugged him. Felix wrapped his shivering legs around Changbin's waist and snuggled in his shoulder.

Changbin felt heartbroken for hurting his little angel whom he loved very much.

"Channie" Y/N called out to Chan and hugged him tightly. He apologized for denying her orgasm almost ten times and promised to make it up to her the next day by giving her oral.

After they all caught their breaths, Bangchan carried Y/N and Lixie to clean them while Changbin put in new sheets.

"I'm sorry Lixie" Binnie thought to himself as he felt bad for hurting his whole world.

Felix chucked as he saw Y/N's pussy still dripping out it's juices and Y/N stared at him. He was about to tell something but Y/N immediately kissed him. While Bangchan cleaned Y/N's pussy with a soft cloth, she mewled at the softness against her cunt.

He dressed them up and carried them to bed. Felix slept next to Bangchan's left and Y/N to his right. Changbin slept on Chan's wide chest and soon everyone dozed off

Good night babygirl, babyboy and my prince

This was my first time writing a Tumblr story so I hope it was slightly good.

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[mercury-lurks]

Mercury's Backstory

Trigger Warnings: Extreme violence, blood, gore, death, starvation, emetophobia, suicidal ideation, etc etc

Word Count: 3,156

@eldritchdemonfox you wanted this you got it my friend.

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He heard explosions. They sounded distant, but that could just be the ringing in her ears.

There was yelling and screaming. Mercury hated loud noises, he always had. Loud noises hurt their ears. She decided to hide under her couch, still small enough to fit under it comfortably. Closed spaces made him feel safe.

Mercury heard their parents moving frantically around their dwelling, shoving things in boxes and shouting at each other in their native tongue. The once pleasant clicks and trills of their language sounded grating and horrible. She shrank further under the couch.

"Where is Mercury?" His mother shouted, crying desperately for her baby. "Mercury! Merc, please come out! Mercury!"

"There's no time, Lumini!" Their father barked, voice strained with panic. "We have Neptune and Shad'r, we can't keep searching. They'll be fine here."

"My baby.. Oh, my baby!" Lumini cried, her caterwauls growing fainter as Mercury heard a door slam shut.

Mercury knew he must keep quiet as the spirit-death. They have been preparing for this moment, they all have. The soldiers will come in and desecrate their monuments and statues, erase their culture from history. They will stake flags in fertile soil and gun down any Grea'esi that stood in their way.

But as the door haphazardly clicked shut, she realized he was truly alone. They could've gone with their family. If they hadn't been such a coward, he'd be safe.

Another explosion sounded, and it seemed infinitely closer. Mercury heard gunshots. The "brrraapapa" of their machine guns shook the ground beneath her, forcing her to bury his head in their hands. She whimpered, tail curling around her calf like her mother used to do when he was upset.

Mercury's breaths came labored as the fighting drew nearer. The screams of his dying brethren caressed his ears, each accompanied by a hurried prayer under her breath.

"May the stars guide you on your way to Loscheda. May the fruit be plentiful and the water drunk gold. Green days wait under an eternal Star." They repeated, the prayers quickening as more and more spirits left this plane.

The sounds of war rang a cacophony in his down-turned ears, a crescendo of pain-fire and glory-death.

She heard the barbarians speaking in their crude tongue, barking orders to the sniveling foot-soldiers. Mercury had always been a bit better at speaking English than the others of her class, however not even they could understand everything.

"Tear this god-forsaken village down! I want all of those filthy Floaters shot to the ground! I want to see blood stain this miserable planet red! Take all valuables. No pathetic creature left alive, do you understand me!?" The order was muffled by the walls of the dwelling, and Mercury wasn't sure what 'god-forsaken' or 'valuables' or 'miserable' or 'Floater' meant, but he understood the gist of it.

She was to be slaughtered like cattle if they were found. Immediately, Mercury shut their mouth and calmed their breathing the way she was taught to at school. Mercury had always had a wonderful memory, which really came in handy during times like these.

The door crashed open with a "thrap", footsteps pounding in through the vacancy. Mercury stilled, eyes wide open in case blinking was too loud a noise.

"Clear!" One of the soldiers shouted from another room. "No pests in here."

He heard furniture being upturned, glass shattering, walls collapsing.

"Aha! I found one!" Mercury's blood ran cold, stifling a sob as she feared they had been found. His fingers dug into the shag carpet beneath her.

A gunshot. A second. A third. Deep purple blood ran across the floor, soaking deep into the carpet. A hollow thunk, and lifeless pink eyes stared into Mercury's soul.

Quine. They- they killed Quine. Their eyes drew in Mercury like a moth to a flame.

Bright, golden tears escaped her eyes. He was next, he was sure of it. She mouthed prayer once again, both for Quine and themself.

After time bent inwards, outwards, down sideways- the soldiers heralded the building clear of pests.

Their boots stomping, what sounded to childish ears as bombs exploding and their people dying, they left the building.

A less fortunate family, one who hadn't been able to desert this apocalypse, cried out from the next house over. Mercury heard their bodies fall heavy to the floor, like Quine's, like Quine's.

Once they deemed it safe to speak, Mercury began whispering to the corpse in front of them.

"Quinnie… Quine. Quine, can you hear me?" Pink turned gray turned dead stared. "The dogs took you. They boot-stepped into this place and desecrated you. Our holy places. Our people. The dance of Loscheda is full to the brim. Is this what they were speaking of when they told of retribution? When they said the Star Kingdom would claim our spirits, surely they didn't mean this unholy war."

The blue of Quine's perfect skin was turning purple as the blood rushed to their extremities.

"We knew it was coming, didn't we Quine? The space-shakers have been in the air for many cycles. We knew it was over when we started doing sign-ups and drills. You told me your sibling signed up for the U.N.S.C. right, Quine? He's dead. They're all dead, Quinnie. It's just you and me now."

Mercury sniffled. Another bomb dropped in the distance, gunfire ringing out. The hell-fire flames of Loscheda rose from villages, planted by heathen barbarians. Thick smoke choked Mercury until their breaths came slow, but he wasn't worried.

His planet, Arieala, was a very hot planet. It routinely went to 680° in American units. Grea'esi were no strangers to smoke and ash, and certainly not fire. Her lungs were built to withstand choking gray and blazing embers, and their skin was toughened with ash.

Mercury knew the soldiers were not as strong in the flames as they were, so there was not much time left before they would leave the area. He would wait eons and infinity until then, talking to her dearest friend.

"I know you're in Loscheda, Quine. I know you're not here with me now. I am not an idiot. But, as the Stars decreed, your body and flesh can't be at rest until you're in the ground. So I'll keep you company until the debris puts you safe. I can sing you a song? My momma taught songs to me when I was younger."

Deeply unnerved by the fresh void of silence, Mercury kept talking.

"The bombs were really loud, I hope they didn't scare you. I know you liked the practice drills, but I think it would be different in real life. It was different. I can still hear them, you know? I don't think noises are gonna be the same as they were before. I don't think I'm gonna be the same as I was. My family's probably dead. There's no coming back from that."

Mercury coughed harshly. The burn of chemicals in her throat made her eyes water. The bombs must be made with Earth things.

"Quine, I'm scared. I don't know what to do. Loscheda help me, I'm lost. Where do I go? My home is a wasteland now. My people are dead. Our people are dead." She blinked back tears, swallowing a sob. The burn made him stifle a cry. They couldn't know he was here.

The sounds of unbridled horror eventually faded out of their ears, and Mercury thought it safe to exit her hide. He crawled shakily out of the couch's cave, their bare feet squelching in the blood-soaked carpet. Mercury fell to their knees, cradling Quine's face in her hands.

He sobbed, much louder than he was hoping for. Golden streams mixed with ash and dust, dropping onto the floor as she cried. "I don't know what to do. I-i'm sorry. I can't do this alone, Quine, you said we would get out of here together. Quine, you promised! You said we would get Neptune and Shad'r and find our own home, you said! But they left me! And you left me!" They shrieked, uncaring of who would hear. "What's the point of being here if I'm not with you! Beinasku! Beinasku!" The nickname rolled easily off his tongue, pressing his forehead to theirs. In English, the name figuratively translates to "my dear" or "darling". Of course, it isn't perfect. The much more accurate, more literal iteration would be "my soul" or "the one who cradles my spirit".

Mercury pressed a soft kiss to Quine's forehead, brushing their rose quartz hair back. They tried to ignore the gaping bullet wounds littering their stomach.

She coughed something ugly, wheezing. "I need to go. I pray the Stars guide you safely to Loscheda, Quine. Beinasku." He shut Quine's eyes with her fingers, pausing to stare. They both were barely of age, having completed school much too early in order to provide for the war effort. Quine had worked in weapons manufacturing, putting together rifles and shotguns with ruthless efficiency. It used to be just a fun party trick.

Mercury herself had been on track to getting an interplanetary scholarship. He had to, for it was the only way they could afford to get their family off Arieala. Unfortunately all Grea'esi youth had to quit school as threats of planetary genocide grew imminent. He ended up working next to Quine, and she was godawful at it. Quine, beinasku, was so patient with them. They guided her hands when they got too shaky to put delicate pieces together.

And they had promised themselves to each other. Maybe not by the Star Kingdom, or by Arieala law, but by hushed whispers in an empty factory and wiping grease away and counting and recounting funds.

But it didn't matter. Nothing they had done together mattered, because the U.N.S.C. blew it all up and stomped on it and shot it once, twice, thrice-

Mercury undid both of their bowties- something the ANC Weapons Division had given them as a semblance of uniform. He did not want Quine's body to be choked by the physical as well as the chemical. She held Quine's red bowtie, almost visually indistinguishable from their own, in his hand, placing her own over Quine's closed eyes.

Standing up, she tied Quine's tie around his own neck, swallowing against the fabric. Mercury trilled in mourning before he finally turned away. He needed a way out. They needed to survive, not just for herself but for Quine and Neptune and Shad'r.

Exiting the dwelling, Mercury surveyed his surroundings. Many buildings were ashed completely, flames dancing in the streets. The smell of chemicals burned into Mercury's nostrils, making her gag.

They looked up, immediately crying out in terror. The escape ships, full of his brethren.

The reds and oranges glinted off of her golden eyes, the echoing sounds of missiles playing over and over again in their head.

She choked on a sob, bringing their hands to his face. All of her people, all the ones left.

Gone.

Gone.

Mercury ran.

He didn't know where he was going, but they were running.

The last.

She was the last of her kind.

When they gunned him down, his kind would be dead.

They were the last to carry the legacy of the Star Kingdom, of Loscheda, of Arieala, of Quine and every Grea'esi that had ever lived.

Gunshots echoed behind them, or maybe it was just Mercury pretending.

Soldiers boot-stomped behind him, or maybe it was just the pounding of Mercury's own feet, breathless in pattern.

She was sloshing in Quine, their beinasku's, deep purple blood, or maybe Mercury's feet were just bleeding.

His soul ached, breaking through his skin in the form of shimmering, ash-filled tears.

She didn't know how long she ran, but eventually they skidded to a stop, falling on their face weeping.

Mercury let out a series of distressed clicks and trills, their tail laid limp behind them.

Another explosion shook the ground, but he didn't bother to get up and run. She was tired. They wished they had simply curled up with Quine and waited for the soldiers to shoot them. She could've been in Loscheda with his family, dancing endlessly with gold-water and star-fruit.

Instead he was covered head to toe in ash and the memories of his kin.

"Momma…" They cried, bringing their knees to his chest. Her tail curled around their calf again. "I want my mom.. I want to go home.."

She breathed in, coughing miserably and wet. The warmth radiating from the dirt beneath him almost felt like Quine. Quine was softer, Quine was beautiful. Laying here, surrounded by empty dirt and scorched earth, Mercury thought himself quite ugly.

Nevertheless, she started praying.

"Ruler of the Stars, hear my cry." They choked out, tone choked with tear-chemicals. "Guide my feet in this cruel period, walk me forward with your destination, shine brilliantly in my dreams and terribly in my nightmares. I pray and I beg you, take me home. Bring me peace, and let vengeance ruin those who murdered your legacy. Let the weary rest in your song, in your Loscheda, and take care of my beinasku while I'm away."

With the reassurance that the Star Kingdom was watching over him, Mercury stood to their disgraced feet. She was tired, too tired to waste energy floating. He walked.

Their feet were bleeding. He was hurting. It felt almost deserved, the burning, ash-hot a cruel reminder of the hell-flames charing their kin and killing their spirits.

She wrapped her arms around his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut. The pathetic attempt of comfort almost worked, but the trembling of their arms shattered the illusion like hope.

Another explosion rang out, garnering a small flinch, but Mercury didn't care. Mercury didn't care about anything anymore. Not this stupid planet, not the invaders, not his parents or their school or the burning-fire-hot of the new atmosphere.

Her tail drug limp on the ground like a corpse. The rocks hurt his skin like bullets. They didn't like the rocks, not anymore. Rocks dug into his heels and tangled in her tail.

Gunfire was surely firing, but Mercury couldn't hear it anymore. Their world turned gray-steel-fuzz and her hearing dimmed. He moved purely out of soul-push, stumbling across the barren wasteland their once beautiful planet had morphed into.

Only Stars know how long Mercury walked, but eventually she found a single, smoldering tree. Weary from his journey, he climbed the tree swiftly, hissing as the sturdy wood singed his battered and bruised form.

Stomach growling, Mercury settled down into the boiling wood, whimpering.

What did he do to deserve this wretched fate? Cursed to walk the endless stretch of nothing-nothing until they were slaughtered like an animal.

Bitterly, but not with much surprise, they came to the conclusion that the name "Floater" was in fact the animalistic name those dirty killers gave them. Their floating was a gift from the Star Kingdom and these heathens mocked and scorned the people of Loscheda without remorse.

Mercury laughed. A scratchy, raw feeling burned in their chemical throat. "I hope the Ruler of the Stars carries more just mercy in her vessel than they, for I will not be providing these barbarians with any such forgiveness." Their insides burned with both agony and righteous fury.

Shivering, she laid down and tried to sleep. It was a small victory that she managed to slip into the black.

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Miraculously, no nightmares greeted him at slumber. He awoke rested and miserably whole, flexing his toes and fingers.

The memories of yesterday hit them like a missilebombgunfireoncetwicethrice- but she wasn't affected anymore. Surely once the realities of the situation hit, they would cease to be as apathetic. But she needed to make the most of this gracious time.

Mercury clambered down the tree, almost wincing at how hot the dirt was. It seemed as if it got hotter than before. Perhaps the flames spread across the world and engulfed him in his sleep.

Perhaps Mercury needed to find a way off world before they succumbed to their rage.

Growling low, aggravating chemical burns, Mercury walked.

Burning dirt stained their clothes, fire raged inside and out. When had he started crying? When had he started to live again?

And walked.

This desert went on for miles. Very few trees remained standing, all wildlife was burned beyond recognition. The Stars burned hot on her back.

And scavenged for supplies.

A gun, bullets lay in a crate. Medical supplies under buried wreckage. Photos of families clutched in rotten hands, faces to be burned both in body and memory.

And drank soiled water.

Washing his clothes felt like a mercy. Her stomach hurt. Dirt had never tasted so good. The heat was unbearable. When had Mercury become so weak?

And starved.

Their stomach hurt. Passing desecrated animals felt like sin, burned trees had never looked so edible. Mercury ate dirt to fill their stomach, only to end up vomiting it back up.

And starved.

She caved and ate the burned remains of beasts. He sobbed as he stuffed rotten meat into his mouth. Their body wasn't built to handle meat, but Mercury kept the vomit down, and ate what came back up.

And ate worms.

His hands dug in the dirt, cool soil underneath housing the last hope he had for survival. Shrimpy, starved worms came up in her hands. She ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, until their sobs could be mistaken for laughter. They could never keep it down for long.

And went mad.

Mercury carved their name into rocks with their teeth. He wanted to be remembered. She wanted to live and be free. Nothing mattered he was alone he was alone he was alone he was alone he was alone he was alo-

And cried and sobbed and wept.

They brought the gun to their stomach, fingers shaking. Breathy, wet sobs masked the fear in her eyes. She was tired. She was so, so tired. But he could never bring themself to pull the trigger.

He was the last, after all.

Until Mercury could no more.

Exhausted and battered, stones lodged in open wounds, tattered bandages littering her skin, he looked to the sky. The red sky, of course, because of the stifling-ugly smoke and red-orange fire. The space-shakers were long gone, having deemed the planet a waste.

They decimated their peaceful Arieala just to leave it in ruins. It was unfair. Unfair was a familiar word to Mercury now.

He was the only one left on this planet, the last steward of the world.

Mercury's feet left the ground.

The last remains of the Grea'esi fell behind her as she reached heights she had never gone before.

Smoke cloud-cover hazed the planet over, and the air rapidly drained from her battered lungs.

A crescendo.

"Take me home..."

The Stars obeyed and Mercury's universe went black.

[sukunastoy]

Are you scared? Good. (TF!Sukunaxfem!reader, 18+ MDNI)

Pairing: True Form Sukunaxfem!reader. Synopsis: You witness the godly sight that is Sukuna exiting the hotsprings near his shrine, and you decide to pleasure yourself to the sight. However, nothing goes unnoticed by the King, and he doesn't approve of your selfish actions. WC: < 1K A/N: I think I just got super horny in my thoughts last night and needed to get it out, so I decided to share with the class.

CW: Nudity, forced to cum, non-con, fingering f!receiving (anal and vaginal), double penetration, multiple orgasms, cruel intentions, etc. Its TF Sukuna, he's a mean mother fucker.

Me just thinking about true form Sukuna, who caught you staring at him while he got out of the hot-springs near his shrine one evening. How you were so flustered and heated at his appeal, gawking at his muscles and the set of thick cocks hanging between his massive thighs.

You could only imagine how it would feel to be stuffed beyond comprehension as he fucked you like a useless slut. But of course, that was a dangerous desire! No way it would work as you’d most likely be torn apart from two unforgiving girths. Still, the fantasy could be in your mind, leaving you unharmed, right?

Settling for just fingering yourself at the sight, you wasted no time in parting your clothes to reach your hand down towards your quivering heat, already feeling your slick oozing out of your folds.

But, wait. You thought the King wouldn't notice you nearby? And you thought you could stare at him and pleasure yourself to the sight of him? How wrong you were…

Now he has you pinned to the ground, smooshing the side of your tear soaked face into the dirt as he’s ripping your clothes off with ease, humming in satisfaction with what is going to be his.

One of his large hands slaps your ass so painfully the sting jolts through you and out of your mouth as a scream.

“Arch your fucking back, and keep your ass up. I want to look at what belongs to me now.”

The fantasy that you didn’t want to become a reality was suddenly happening as two of his hands gripped onto each side of your ass, spreading the plump mounds of flesh painfully apart to expose your dripping cunt and your other untouched hole to his unmerciful desires. A thumb from each hand dipped into your pussy, sliding around each other to loosen your walls for him.

Your squirms and whimpers meant nothing his thumbs pulled at each side of your hot cavern, stretching open your cunt as he leaned his face down and spit into the opening, earning a shriek from your quivering lips.

Another hand came to your untouched ass, using some of the slick from your pussy to massage the entrance with the pad of his thumb. For your mercy? Absolutely not.

It would be much easier to shove his cocks into your holes if they were more open and willing. As the digit slides in pass the tight ring of flesh, your body curves in on itself, trying to writhe away from the pain as you cried out. But his fourth hand presses down onto the small of your back, forcing you to arch inwards again so your ass is displayed for him as he wants.

His hot breath is suddenly at your ear and you sob for mercy at the pain he’s barely putting you through. “Oh…what’s wrong? Are you scared?” He cooed softly into your ear, gently nipping at the lobe and causing your skin to litter with goosebumps and the sensation.

Your head shakes abruptly at his words, a fleeting moment of hope that maybe he’ll be less brutal in what he might do to you. “Good.” he laughs cruelly while sitting back to his knees, moving the hand from your back up to your ass as well, dipping his other thumb inside to stretch it far open just like he is doing with your pussy.

Your struggled groans of pain from the intense pressure are lost in the sound of your squelching juices as he fucks your holes with his thick fingers, encouraging your walls to prepare for him.

Seeing the stretched out pink from your cunt suddenly tighten and wrap around his fingers so hungrily, he lets out a deep growl of lust, so aroused by your greedy pussy. “Dirty little slut…I haven’t even fucked you yet and you just came on my fingers, didn't you?”

While he leans back against a tree, he watches your agonized face in twisted pleasure as he bounces you without mercy on both of his cocks. Your exhausted sobs and gasps for air as he fills you beyond unimaginable limits dance in his ears like a sweet melody.

He studies your face with little emotion, watching how your eyes roll back each time you're forced to cum, just from him lifting you up and down. He's not even thrusted his own hips yet, and you're already falling apart and going dumb from his dicks like a wanton whore.

Your belly bulges out at his girth, leaving no space inside each time he slams you back down to the hilt. You sob desperately for him to stop, to please give you a break, to please at least let you catch your breath. You’ve shamefully cum from him fucking your ass and pussy so many times its as if you have no morals or sense of reality anymore.

He remains lounged, content, with two of his hands firmly guiding your hips, loving the sound of your soaked skin slap down onto his as he uses your body to please his cocks. Just a mindless sleeve to pleasure him.

Those piercing crimson eyes stare at you in humor as his head rests upon the knuckles of one of his hands, and his other hand holds his kiseru to the arrogant grin of his mouth.

The more you gasp for air and plead for just a shred of mercy, the more entertained he is. Your tear filled eyes look to his as you whine from your throat, and he pulls his kiseru from his lips, slowly exhaling the smoke towards you and into your face without remorse.

“Such a whiny fucking whore.”

As you coughed from the smoke invading your lungs, he suddenly let out a hiss of intense pleasure, feeling your gummy walls constrict tightly around his cocks each time you cough.

A wicked smirk cracks across his face while watching you succumb to another orgasm, your cunt and ass sucking on his girths so harshly, making you feel even fuller. It sends pleasure through your core, leaving your exhausted body shaking as you squealed from the force of it.

Feeling so ashamed and defeated, you tightly close your eyes, letting sobs of torment spill from your lips as your pussy is so hot at this point you feel as if it could melt. However, Sukuna reaches a hand forward and suddenly grips onto your jaw painfully, shaking your face to make you open your eyes.

“Fucking look at me while I use you. I want to see the hope fade from your eyes as you realize your only purpose in life from here on out is to be a set of holes for my cocks."

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⭐(Vocab alert: Incase anyone isn't familiar... A Kiseru is a long, Japanese smoking pipe...See it here!)⭐

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[silverdelirium]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT | R.W

SUMMARY ➠ your childhood best friend’s dad, ron weasley, moved in next door. he can’t help but let temptation get the best of him

WARNINGS ➠ age gap sex (reader is 19), sir and daddy kink, size kink, oral sex (m receiving), mutual masturbation (?), degrading, praising, nicknames (petal, sweetheart, doll, etc.)

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.2k

A/N ➠ i really tried to give this one a plot but my brain is a bit of a mess rn so its pure smut im sorry :(

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you were a forbidden fruit in ron’s eyes.

so sweet-looking and harmless. but also so fucking wrong.

he knows this is not okay, he is aware that if his daughter were to find out what was going on, she might’ve slapped the living shit out of him.

he doesn’t blame her… but fuck, he doesn’t regret it.

the euphoria traveling through his veins were like no other— he did not expect such good head from a nineteen-year-old.

“oh god, petal” he would groan, hand tugging at your disheveled hair while your tongue ran down the vein that decorated his girth.

your pleading eyes showing how bad you needed him.

and who was ron to deny you that?

“please, sir” you babbled, mindlessly slurping around his cock while he gave labored breaths, flexing his muscles as he tried his hardest not to cum on the spot when your tongue teased at his slit.

“go on, sweetheart- put it in your mouth, like the good girl you told me you were.” he grunted, scrunching his eyebrows as you slowly took him in, knees shuffling on the wooden floor of his foyer.

praises dropped from the tip of his tongue like caramel, and you eagerly drank it all up as you deep-throated him, your drool slobbering down your chin as you tried to hold back a gag.

his voice was low and raspy when he spoke, “you’re such a pretty thing, so obedient and so fucking good at sucking cock- as if you’re a little whore off the street” his words dispatched a spark to your engorged clit.

you sent vibrations through his cock as you whimpered around him

your cheeks hollowed as you bobbed your head, eyes trained on the way ron’s abs clenched continuously, probably trying to not fuck your throat raw— not like you would mind.

“sir” you pulled away from him, gasping slightly as you looked up at him, “need you inside me.”

ron chuckled lightly, chest heaving up and down as he lent down to stamp a kiss on your forehead, “listen up, petal, you are nothing but my little fuckdoll, just a little hole for me to use, got that?” he squeezed the sides of your jaw, feeling your neck grow hot as you nodded in submission.

“yes- i’m sorry, sir, just wanna make you feel good” you cried, tears rimming in your eyes as he mocked your pout.

“poor little slut’s just too needy, hm? want my cock buried deep inside you so bad, is that it?” he teased, cock twitching as you moaned lightly, rocking your clit against the heel of your foot.

a whine slipped from your lips, your hips rocking faster now as he wrapped his large palm around his weeping cock, matching your pace as your eyes unfocused.

“need to- cum, please”

he scoffed, “already? is that how fucking desperate you are? cumming from just a little tease on your princess parts, that’s pathetic” his words triggered a set of tears to fall down from your face, yet your stomach fluttered at the degrading.

you gasped, feeling your thighs quiver as you held eye contact with ron, his own release catching up to him as you reached the seventh heaven.

“cumming! i’m cumming!” you warned, squeezing your eyes shut as your arousal drenched your knickers while ron urged you further, drawing out your orgasm from mere words.

“there we go” he said “cumming on your pretty panties like a naughty little girl.”

all you could muster were weak mewls, pawing at his arms as he continued to jerk off, aiming the tip of his cock to your bare thighs, the soft flesh covered in ropes of sticky white substance not even a minute later.

you felt dirty and almost ruined, but god did it feel fucking amazing.

puckering your lips up hazily, ron complied and delivered a messy kiss to your swollen lips.

“we’re not done, sweetheart” he murmured against your mouth, lightly pushing you back until you lay flat on the floor, breasts that spilled out of your tank top from earlier bounced lightly, making ron’s softening member perk up. “i’m gonna fuck your pretty cunt so hard you can barely even sit on it” he threatened.

the thought of being full of him had you spasming, aching to have him inside you.

“daddy” you sobbed.

the nickname had ron’s head thrown back, as well as his dick getting as hard, if not more, as before.

“please, daddy, fuck me hard” you pleaded, spreading your legs and bunching up your skirt at the waist as you revealed the drenched lace that you called underwear.

he groaned, “you bet i will.”

the tip of his rigid cock kissed your slit, drenching itself in your arousal. “you ready, bubba?” he asked, laying a sweet peck on your exposed neck.

“yes”

“yes what?” he slid the head in, making your breath pause.

“yes, daddy”

the stretch was painful as he lulled his hips in further into yours. “atta girl” he sighed.

your thighs shook at the mere burn of his cock prodding your insides. you were nothing but a mush of a brain and meek intakes of breath, whilst ron soothed the urgency your mound begged him with the pad of his thumb.

“faster!” you gasped, wiggling your hips in a weak attempt to intensify the delirium you were falling in.

ron tutted at you, “be patient, sweetheart, i ought to teach you some manners after this, hm?”

he obeyed anyway, pining your hips with one hand as he accelerated his, making the both of you cry out in bliss.

“you like that? like the way i pound into your little pussy?” he taunted, running a finger down the pushed-out skin on your stomach, a little bulge that represented his cock that lay there.

“yes, fuck!” you wailed, giving him a strangled moan as he grazed your sweet spot, your vision dotting with dark stars.

squelching and clapping hit your ears from where you two connected, ron’s eyes darkening as he looked down at the base of his cock covered in a ring of your slick.

“you look so pretty right now” he cooed “creaming all over my cock like a brainless little doll.”

the stand-alone sentence had your ears heating up while your mouth stayed agape, cunt pulsing around him as you reached the peak, ready to fall into cloud nine.

“daddy” you pleaded “i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna cum so hard- please” your walls contracted around him as your muscles gave mini spasms, toes curling and mouth watering as you came with a silent scream.

“that’s a good girl” praised ron “cumming all over daddy’s cock so fucking good”

he was right behind you, dumping streams of cum all over your insides. your name left his lips like a chant as your cunt greedily milked him dry.

it took a few moments for the both of you to calm down, his cum poured out of you once he pulled out; a puddle had formed on the floor from both of your juices.

“aw baby” he started “your cunt’s all messy and puffy already- it’s best if i lick it clean for you, no?”

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@ameliora-j

[jumpywhumpywriter]

"I Want You to Scream" -- Hero Tortured by Villain, Intimate Whumper part 2

Warnings: chains/restraints, severe torture, blood, cauterization, iron rod branding, knives, intimate whump, etc.

He was left sweaty and panting and shaking when it was finally over, small whimpers leaking out between broken breaths and gulping gasps of air.

Villain ran her fingers over the fresh wounds, smearing blood across his shoulder before smiling with satisfaction. "Beautiful," she whispered. "You took it so well, too! I'm impressed." She got up and returned with a large mirror, holding it over him so that he could see her handiwork.

Beneath all the blood oozing out Hero could make out an intricate bird, and immediately recognized it as Villain's hero emblem from when she was one of the good guys.

"Magnificent," Villain purred, her eyes glittering with cruel delight. "Let's continue, shall we? You're a strong Hero... I'm sure you can handle anything I choose to do to you." She took a second to pull out her phone again, snapping a few pictures of her artwork before leaving the room, returning with a bucket that had a metal rod in it.

"This will help make your mark more... permanent." Villain laughed as Hero's eyes widened with sheer terror and muted panic when she pulled out a branding iron, the end glowing orange with heat. It was formed in the same pattern as the bird she'd carved, matching it perfectly.

Villain crawled onto the bed and sat on Hero's stomach, straddling him as she pressed her free hand firmly on his chest to pin him.

"No... NO! PLEASE, don't do this! I'll give you anything you want-- name it and it's yours--" Hero started panicking and begging hysterically as she brought the iron closer, he could feel the unbearable heat radiating from it as it passed near his face.

The room felt suffocatingly dim, shadows stretching ominously across the walls, intensifying his fear. He was immobilized, unable to escape the looming dread of what was to come.

Hero threw his head to the side, gritting his teeth and bracing himself. But it did little to help.

With careful, practiced precision, Villain pressed the hot piece of metal firmly against the injury and held it there. Flesh sizzled and smoked as the heat penetrated the skin and cauterized the blood vessels. It would leave a permanent scar... assuming Villain would let him live that long.

Hero howled and screeched in pure agony as it touched him, the hot metal against his skin was excruciating, a searing heat that made him scream his throat raw.

He could feel his flesh sizzling, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to endure the torment, praying for it to end soon. The room blurred as it overwhelmed him, the acrid smell of his own burning skin making him dizzy, making his stomach churn with nausea.

It was unbearable, each heartbeat sending waves of agony blazing through his body.

Then Villain pulled the branding iron back for a moment, taking a look at the mark and frowning before pressing it back down again, apparently unhappy with the results of the first round. It tore another ragged wail from Hero, that dissolved into sobs of pure pain when the iron was finally pulled away for the second time, leaving his injury throbbing with heat.

He shuddered and cried out as Villain ran light fingers down the roughened, burnt skin, before carding a hand through his sweat-slicked hair with an approving smile.

"See? That wasn't so bad! Because I can do so much worse." Seeing Hero falling apart emotionally, breaking down his walls... it was nothing short of delightful. Hero had always been a stoic person, capable of enduring anything, but here they were, broken. Defeated. Just like Villain wanted.

"While the emblem is a nice touch to your appearance, I feel like something's still... missing from this piece of art..." Villain deliberately trailed off and clicked her tongue with a smile, relishing how Hero's pained eyes went huge at the suggestion of more torture.

"What? You didn't really think I'd be done after that miniscule mark, did you?" Villain scoffed, almost offended as she climbed off his stomach.

"No... don't... please..." Hero's voice came out in a shallow rasp of air from his raw throat, and he quickly closed his mouth at how much it hurt to speak after all the screaming.

"Sorry, I can't quite hear you? You're being too... quiet," Villain mocked knowingly. Hero's eyes tracked her movements as she went to one side of the bed -- and surprisingly uncuffed one of his hands? What was she up to?

But Hero's heart sank when she shackled it to the opposite side of the bed, before doing the same with his other hand followed by his ankles until he was restrained facedown on the plush mattress instead, flipped over onto his stomach.

Hero's muscles were tense with coiled tension, dreadful apprehension twisting his gut in knots. He tried to crane his head over his shoulder to see what was happening as he heard Villain shuffling through drawers, but he couldn't quite twist his head far enough, and gave up with an uneasy huff, his head hitting the pillow again.

There was no escape from whatever Villain planned to do to him, and that was the most terrifying thought of all. That there was nothing he could do about it, completely exposed and vulnerable in nothing but underwear, a helpless victim in her cruel games.

He felt the bed move under him as Villain climbed back onto it, a second before he felt her weight settle on his lower back, pressing him into the mattress as she sat on him like before, her legs on either side of him.

Hero started trembling uncontrollably, his body already seizing with fear as his mind raced with all the horrifying possibilities of what she planned to do. Villain used to be a surgeon; she knew all the wicked ways to keep someone alive and suffering without killing them.

"Mmm... so perfectly unscathed." Hero jumped under her as Villain's impassive voice sounded right next to his ear. He twitched and whimpered as she ran her cold hands along the smooth, blank canvas of skin on his back, which was just begging for her to paint a picture there. The flat planes of his shoulders, the back of his ribs... as though mapping out every inch before deciding where to start.

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@scoundrelwithboba

[noobsquasher]

Bucky being mean, degrading, rough, and overall just using you like his toy, BUT he takes care of you in the end :)

All Mine

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex, degrading, sex toy being used, swearing, dom Bucky, etc

Summary: After you piss Bucky off, he decides to use you as his personal stress toy.

Note: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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You really did it. You set him off.

Bucky was a man who held much patience. It took a lot for him to lose it, for him to explode and punish you.

Now, you were regretting what you did earlier. Regretting how you continued to stick pins into him until he popped.

Vibrator on maximum as Bucky penetrated you, harshly playing with your aching walls.

High pitched screams rolled down your tongue, vocal cords scraping.

“What did I tell you? Huh? Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up? Keep quiet!” He seethed, vibrator digging deeper.

“I-I’m sorry! I'm-"

His hand firmly grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him.

“GOSH?! You can’t hear? That dumb brain of yours not working today? Not one fucking sound from you!”

Your head jerked back, jaw clenched strictly as you closed your eyes, wishing that you could travel back in time before you disobeyed Bucky.

“You wanna act like a stupid slut? Disobey me and piss me off?” Venom dripped down his tongue.

You wined, heavy breathing and the sound of buzzing filling the room.

“You really… really got me good. Your so fucking needy, that you had to piss me off just so I would fuck you?”

“I’m-“

“I don’t wanna hear it!”

You were coming to your end, pussy clenched around the pink vibrator as your entire body shook vigorously.

“My needy pussy gonna cum?”

You nodded your head, about to shatter.

“Hm… too bad.”

He quickly removed the vibrator, your cunt nearly about to sob with the loss.

You cried, tears trailing down the sides of your face as your hands gripped the sheets harshly.

“Naughty sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” Bucky hissed, turning off the vibrator.

“I- 'm- I’m so… sorry. I’m sorry. Buck baby I’m- sorry.”

You hoped he’d accept your apology for how you were stuttering trying to talk with your choked tears.

He glared at you, not an ounce of empathy marking his ocean orbs.

“I’m sorry! Just- just make me cum, please! Please baby… that’s all I want.” You begged.

“Do you deserve it? Tell me. Do you?”

You stared at him, your body still shaking as you knew your answer.

“It’s pathetic how you think I’d reward a whore like you.” Poison stained his words.

“I already apologized… please Bucky…”

He huffed, his glossy baby blues gazing into you.

“How bad do you wanna cum?” He asked, tone deepening.

“B-bad… real bad Bucky…”

“You sure plum? Because then I’m gonna make sure you do.”

You nodded your head, sniffling.

“Use me. Do whatever. Just make me cum.”

A devilish grin appeared on his lips, eyes filling with lust as they grew dark.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Nobody, not even the angels above could prepare you for what he did next.

Back arched and eyes rolled as Bucky’s thick cock forcefully fucked your leaking pussy, the harsh movements of his thrusts threatened to break your thighs with each minute.

“Fuck plum… you're so tight… fit so nice round’ my cock…”

Salty tears stained your face, toes curled, and whines escaping your strained throat as Bucky continued to use you like his personal stress toy, fucking out all his pent up anger that you caused.

The headboard was slamming onto the wall with full fury. You wondered if he broke a hole into the drywall, or if the neighbor had called the cops to make yet another noise complaint.

He wasn’t joking when he said he’d make you cum, ruin you. Because in only twenty minutes, he’s managed to get three mind-fucking orgasms out from that pretty sore cunt of yours.

Now, you felt the fourth one on the way.

“Come on, gimmie the fourth…”

He was balls deep inside, his cold metal fingers gripping onto your hip as he penetrated you.

“B-buck- BUCKY! Baby! Baby, please… I can’t… I can’t…” you whimpered, teeth chattering and body shaking.

“You can’t? Awe… should’ve rethought asking me to make you cum then plum. Your fault. Now take it like the slut you are, and cum again.”

You cried, frustrated that he wouldn’t give you a break. By the time you cum again, you were sure that your body would disintegrate.

“Next time you wanna piss me off, remember this. Just remember.”

His voice was hoarse, the tone grinding his vocal cords as it slipped into your ears, bringing a cold shiver down your spine and a warm hug into your pussy.

Oh, you definitely would remember this. There was no doubt in hell that you would forget it.

Bucky started to feel your velvety walls clench around his throbbing length, your entire body shaking as mumbles and babbles ran around the room.

“That’s it, my baby. You can do it for me, you’ve done it before. One more.” He soothed, his hand caressing your cheek, wiping away the tear reaching his thumb.

You were close, so close. The finish line awaited. But, you needed to tell Bucky this first.

“Bucky. Bucky, I love you. I love you and I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

Your eyes twinkled at him, the sentence coming out in a whisper.

His eyes softened, thrusts beginning to get sloppy as he leaned forward, placing a sweet kiss onto your desperate lips.

“I love you too. I forgive you, plum.”

Soon, you and Bucky made it to the finish line.

You thought your soul left your body for a moment as your earth-shattering orgasm hit you harder than a punch. It was pure ecstasy, the way Bucky could make you feel with just his cock and a couple of words.

And you wouldn’t ask for anything else.

His head jerked back as he released his warm load inside you, coating and soothing your aching walls.

He gazed down at you, your limp body sinking into the bed.

“Plum? You alright?”

You mumbled, giving Bucky a concerned yes.

He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your sweaty forehead.

“Let’s go take a bath baby. Don’t want your legs stayin' sore forever, do we?”

Knob squeaking as Bucky turned on the faucet, warm water filling the tub as the sweet-smelling bubbles danced around.

You were immobilized on the bed, resting as you tried to catch your breath.

Once the bath was ready, Bucky came to retrieve you, holding you tightly as his arms wrapped around your naked body, moving you steadily towards the bathroom.

He helped you dip into the tub, sitting you down as he grabbed the soap and scrubby, pouring a generous amount onto it.

Slow, circular motions he made into your skin, bubbles staining you. He made sure you were relaxed, massaging, and caressing your entire body, taking delicate care of you.

Soft groans left your mouth when he made way to your thighs, that spot most definitely needed extra love.

“Sorry if I was being a bit mean to you plum. I didn’t mean it. I was angry.” His fingers were now intertwined with your hair, kneading into your scalp.

“Mm… it’s alright baby.” You mumbled, basking in how good his aftercare was to you.

“I’m proud of you. Took four rounds like my good girl.”

You grinned.

“After this, I won’t be able to take another round for 2-3 business days.”

He chuckled, his laugh making your heart melt. You couldn’t help but giggle with him, getting lost in his dreamy eyes.

“I love you Bucky…” you spoke softly.

He smiled.

“I love you Plum.”

He caught a kiss, tongues dancing as he left a tender mark on your lips.

Suddenly, the sounds of sirens pricked both your ears, the kiss breaking as you turned your heads.

“Shit… the cops are back.”

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