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honeybeefae · 1 year

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Quiet as a Mouse (Azriel x Reader)

Summary// You had been sent by your father to go sift through Azriel’s room in the Court of Nightmares to see if there was anything useful they could use against him. It went against your morals, which was rare in your court, but you also didn’t want to be tortured for the next week so you decided to go in and out quickly. However, the last thing you expected was for the Shadowsinger to be there and catch you right after his shower.

(IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING BUT I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN THIS ONE LOVES. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did bc sheesh it’s a hot one. This is like no fluff whatsoever, just pure fucking sex from the Spymaster.)

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, slight dub!con(?), Az gives her a choice between sex and torture so, but reader DEF wants the sex, bondage, pet names, dom!Azriel, sub!reader, Az’s got a lil sadistic side of him, edging, rough sex, shadow play, dark!Azriel, begging, knife play, this is like DARK but SO hot, you have been warned

You had been sent to sift through the Shadowsinger’s room in the Court of Nightmares. It wasn’t that you wanted to, you were terrified of him. No, you were here under threat of torture from your own family.

They were desperate to find some dirt, some stain, about Rhysand and his group to use against them. It was a foolish, stupid plan that you were extremely against but your opinion did not matter to them. The only thing that did was how quiet you could move around and be near undetectable.

Keir was in cahoots with the whole plan and had even given you a pathway to get to the secluded area. Of course, he would reap some of the benefits of whatever you were able to find, no good deed goes without a greedy hand to snatch half of it.

You had been promised that the Shadowsinger would be gone when you arrived, busy with torture or maiming or whatever it is the illusive man did in his spare time. Rhysand and Feyre were busy with Keir in the great hall and seeing as you were as memorable as a vase in a far corner, this plan should be foolproof.

So why were your palms sweating and your heart racing as if you were running against the clock of your death?

“Come on, come on.” You whispered to yourself, trying your best to be quick and neat. The last thing you wanted was for him to suspect someone had been here. “Something. Anything. Please.”

But there was nothing of substance. The drawers were full of clothes and sheaths. The desk in the corner was bare bones. It was almost eerie how clean this room was.

You had been in here for far too long and with one final look around, you decided to throw in the towel. There was nothing here for you to expose. Surely your family would understand, right? They couldn’t kill you.

Just as you were walking across the room to the door, a loud slam reverberated around you. It suddenly got a few degrees warmer and you were so terrified that you felt like you were going to wet yourself.

Steam rolled past, fogging up the mirror slightly that was in front of you. It took everything in your power not to scream as you made eye contact with a very wet and shirtless Illyrian.

His wings were slightly open, water droplets hitting the floor as a white towel hung loosely over his hips. You couldn’t stop your gaze from flicking downwards at his stomach, briefly admiring his beauty before moving back up to his face.

Immediately you were drawn into the mysterious air around him, your eyes captivated by the shadows that were curling around his shoulders and neck. The tattoos that marked his skin were an inky black that paired well with his tan skin.

You tensed when a small smirk graced his face, his head tilting to the side as he studied you.

“Can I help you, little mouse?”

Fuck.

“Yes, I mean, no,” You quickly scrambled for words, sweat forming on your forehead as you slowly backed away from his intimidating form. “I was in the wrong room, I’m so sorry.”

“That’s funny considering this is the only room in this hallway.” He mused, raising an eyebrow as his scarred hands tightened their hold on his towel. “Lie better.”

“I was, I swear.” You gulped, your back hitting the door as your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. A brief thought of it bursting through your ribcage flashed across your mind as you grasped the door handle and turned it. “I’ll just leave.”

You barely got an arm out the door before something dark and heavy wrapped around your waist and yanked you back inside. The scream that ripped out of your throat was quickly smothered as a hand covered your mouth, your eyes widening in terror when Azriel’s face appeared inches from your own.

He had used his shadows to pull you back in and shove you into the wall, the coolness of them making your skin prickle. You could see the sadistic glint in his eyes as he took you in, eyes running unabashedly over your body.

“You know better than to run, mouse.” Azriel hummed, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “What were you doing in my room?”

The nausea building in your stomach from your nerves was threatening to turn into vomit as you weighed your options. If you tell him the truth and he spares you, he would go after your family, but if you lied it was sure to be torture from him and you knew the stories did not lie.

“My patience is growing thin. Answer me.” He warned and you mumbled into his hand, taking a deep breath when he removed it so you could speak.

“My father sent me here to find something to use against you, I don’t know what.” You confessed, voice wobbling, as tears sprang in the corner of your eyes. “They told me if I didn’t do it they would torture me, sell me off, and I was scared. Please, please don’t hurt me.”

If you were supposed to feel shame in begging for your life there was none. You would get on your knees and kiss his feet if it meant you didn’t die with a blade in your chest. Azriel stared into your eyes for far too long, trying to see if there was any hint of a lie, and stepped back when he saw no deception.

Your hands caught you as you fell to your knees, head hanging down as you silently thanked the Mother that he let you go. It was a miracle you hadn’t pissed yourself from how close to death you were. You tried to rise but frowned when you found yourself still bound by his shadows, your head snapping up to watch him in confusion.

“Did you think you would get off that easy?” He asked smugly. “You broke into my room, my refuge, and went through my things. Do you not think that warrants a punishment?”

Whatever happiness you had just been feeling came crashing down. You shouldn’t have been so naive in thinking he would just let you go free. Azriel’s entire reputation was built off of torture, pain, and sadism.

The room seemed to be closing in on you as you bit down on your bottom lip. You weren’t going to make it home, you were going to die for something so fucking stupid. This was how it ended.

“Just make it quick.” You said softly, shoulders slumping in defeat. “That’s all I ask.”

Silence was heavy in the air for a few tense seconds before his laughter made you jump. You furrowed your brows at him, shocked and angry that he thought your life was something to laugh at.

“Do you think I am going to kill you? Is that what you consider a punishment?” His hazel eyes were bright with humor as your frown deepened.

“I just thought-”

Without warning you were suddenly lifted by his shadows so that you were at eye level, his lips turned upward in a smirk that made your heart hammer and sex throb. Now is not the time.

“I’m not going to kill you, little mouse. I’ve got a far more…pleasurable idea of torture in mind.” He purred, watching as your eyes immediately dropped to the growing erection that his towel was barely concealing. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, can’t think, can’t do anything besides say, ‘yes sir’.”

Your nostrils flared as he snaked a hand through your hair and grabbed the base of your neck, his lips brushing against your own. The scent of arousal was thick as you suppressed a moan. He had just gone from threatening your life to wanting to wreck you in seconds, your mind trying to play catch up.

“You will be bound, gagged, and used for my pleasure. That’s your punishment…if you want it.” Azriel shrugged, his jaw tensing. “Or I could turn you into your High Lord and he can decide. Which would you rather do?”

“I…” Your voice was airy as you slowly got high on his scent, logic walking out the door as you swallowed thickly. “I want the first one.”

“Which one? I want you to say it.” He growled, his grip on your hair tightening painfully.

“I want you to, to fuck me, sir.” You blushed, not used to using such filthy language. “To bound me and gag me and use me, as you said.”

Azriel’s smile turned feral as his shadows let you go, his hands catching you before you could fall. You were sure there would be bruises from his grip as he whispered, “You asked for it, little mouse.”

Before you could even ready yourself his lips were on yours, his mouth hot and demanding as you bent to his whim. One of his hands was digging into your upper arm while the other grabbed the base of your neck, holding you still so he could dominate you.

His tongue mingled with your own as you closed your eyes and tried to hold yourself together. You were still shaking from fear but slowly your panties were growing more and more damp from how good he smelled and tasted. No male in the Court of Nightmares had ever made you this wet this quickly.

You sneakily tried to move your hand to palm his cock through the towel but his shadows caught you before you could even touch him, the cool mist tightening around your wrists until you whimpered in pain. Azriel clicked his tongue and shook his head, snapping his fingers and pointing at the ground.

Before you could register his command the shadows already forced you into the position he wanted, your knees aching when they hit the floor as your hands were moved behind your back and kept together at an uncomfortable angle.

“You must be mad if you think you have any control in this bedroom.” Azriel murmured as he brushed his scarred knuckles against your cheek softly, smirking when you leaned into the touch. In a flash he gripped your hair into a makeshift ponytail, enjoying the way you winced then gasped as he dropped the towel. “I own you. You do as I say when I say it. Every flinch of pain, every whimper of pleasure, it’s mine You’re mine. Now open.”

The sight of his cock standing proudly in front of you, the skin the same color as the rest of him with a dark pink head that was already wet from his excitement, made you drool. It was long, longer than you had ever had, with a nice girth to it that promised you the fuck of your life. You had barely registered his words until he grasped it in his hands and slapped it against your mouth roughly, smearing the precum on your lips until you opened wide.

Azriel wasted no time in shoving it down your throat, using your hair as leverage to move you back and forth until he was fucking your mouth. There was no gentle build-up, no praises. It was just raw and hard, his balls slapping against your chin as you gagged and slobbered over him.

“Fuck, that’s it, little mouse. Take it all the way down.” He growled, head thrown back in utter bliss as you were forced to take everything he gave you. Tears were wetting your cheeks from both the brutality of his thrusts and the angle of your hands.

But this was also the hottest thing you had ever experienced…and he was only getting started.

You were squirming from side to side in need, trying to get any friction you could to curb the ache deep in your sex. Your tongue swirled around his dick whenever he stilled long enough for you to do so, tasting the saltiness of him and feeling pride when he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

His wings flared as he started to draw closer to his peak, your throat sore and scalp numb from how violent he was treating you. The sounds coming out of you were something you would hear in a brothel, spit dripping down your chin as you tried to keep your eyes on his face.

He was using you as his fucktoy, purely for his pleasure, and you were happy to let him. This started as a way out of getting your throat slit but as the minutes passed on he had you drunk off of him and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Mm, shit,” He panted, hazel eyes glowing in the dark of the room as his thrusts started to grow sloppy. “You’re gonna drink every last drop of what I give you, understand? I don’t want any spilling out.”

“Mmph!” You tried to nod, barely able to make a sound as Azriel growled low in his throat as he began to spurt into your mouth. It was a lot, more than you expected, but you drank it down just as he asked. The taste was tangy, a mix you couldn’t quite place but you weren’t complaining about.

He held you still for a few moments after he was done, his cock twitching back to life as you struggled to breathe. You felt your binds vanish at the same time he pulled out of your throat, your hands hitting the floor as you coughed violently and tried to gulp down any air you could.

It was a short-lived respite however as he hoisted you up and pushed you roughly onto his bed. The covers were midnight black and soft as velvet, the material feeling heavenly underneath your fingers as you grasped onto it when he appeared above you in a flash.

“I think you are overdressed.” He smiled roguishly, moving away from you for a moment before reappearing with his blade. Your heart skipped a beat as he pressed the tip against your throat, fear and adrenaline making your head spin. “This should help.”

The dagger sliced through your clothing like it was better. There was little resistance and in the back of your mind, you thought about how easy it would be for him to slice you into ribbons. Your breath hitched when he arrived at your pants, choosing instead to roll them off himself.

You were now naked on the bed save for your panties, your nipples hardening underneath his stare. He was giving nothing away and you would’ve thought you weren’t affecting him except for the fact his dick was once again hard. Azriel licked his lips and grabbed his blade once more, watching you with a sadistic glint in his eyes as he hooked the top of your panties with the edge of it.

A small whimper of fear left your throat, your eyes closing as you felt him tug. One wrong move and he would mutilate you. He gave an airy laugh at your reaction, raising an eyebrow as he kept the dagger close to your cunt even after discarding your panties.

“Are you scared, little mouse?” Azriel asked, watching as your eyes peeked open at him. He twirled the blade between his fingers, contemplating, before looking back at you. “Are you?”

“No…”

“Don’t lie to me. I already warned you once.”

Your hands trembled as you gave him a small nod, eyes widening when he took the hilt of his dagger and dragged it down your sex. The cool metal and leather gave you a unique sensation that made you involuntarily buck your hips, the friction giving you exactly what you’d been craving since this whole thing had begun.

“Careful, careful, little mouse.” He warned as he started to rub small circles over your clit. The sheets underneath you were quickly becoming wet from your arousal as you got off on the feeling of lust and fear. “One wrong move and this could go a completely different way.”

“P-Please,” You whispered, your eyes closing as you tried your best to keep your hips still. “I need it, I’ve been so good.”

He scoffed and pulled away, ignoring your cry of frustration. “You broke into my room, looking for something to use against me, and you think you deserve any pleasure?”

You knew he had a point but you also knew you really, really, wanted to cum. Azriel must have thought that you looked a mess because he returned the blade to your cunt within a few seconds except he went lower, and lower, until it was pushing against your aching hole.

Before you could rise up you felt his shadows return and hold your arms down just as he shoved the entire leather hilt into your pussy, the cool metal of the actual blade barely brushing against your outer sex. You didn’t know whether you should try to get away or fully submit that this was what you wanted, what you craved, but luckily for you, that choice was already being made for you.

Azriel had taken note of how desperate you were being, the way you tried to hump the floor earlier when you were blowing him, and also how you ground against the bottom of his dagger. It didn’t take much to make you a mewling mess and that did wonders for his ego.

“You are going to stay perfectly still.” He ordered you, lazily thrusting it in and out of you. It was making a wet squelching sound that made your ears go hot in embarrassment. “If you move at all this will cut you and I won’t apologize.”

“Azriel…” You moaned, your brain fuzzy as your tried to listen to his instruction. He smirked and picked up the pace, watching as you thrashed your head left and right. “I can’t do it, I can’t.”

“You can and you will.” His voice was dripping with authority and desire as he started to rub your clit with two fingers, matching the dagger movements which had you seeing white. You could feel your pussy clenching around it, wishing it was his cock instead, and before you could stop yourself you raised your hips.

The growl he let out in warning made your eyes snap open, his forearm coming down to pin you down so that you couldn’t move. You bit down on your lip, the pleasure growing to be too much, before you couldn’t contain your cries anymore.

“Let me cum, please! Please, Azriel! I’ll be good I swear! I can listen, I can be a good girl.” You rambled, your toes curling as your orgasm threatened to consume you entirely. He was making sure to keep you on the edge, making you toe the line of pleasure and pain, and was hoping you would break entirely.

“Do you think good girls get off on being fucked like this? Hm? Do you think good girls moan like whores while being fucked with a blade?” Azriel taunted, his lips right by your ear as your cries increased in volume. “You’re not a good girl, mouse, you’re a dirty whore. You’re my dirty whore.”

“No, no, I’m a good-” You tried to protest but he gave a particularly hard thrust into your cunt, the hilt hitting that spongy spot inside of you.

“Say it. Say it and you can cum.” He promised, grinning as you immediately caved to his wishes.

“I’m a dirty whore.” You sobbed brokenly, body flushed and sweaty from how long he had kept you on the edge. Your thighs were shaking with how badly you wanted to cum. “I’m, I’m,” You panted between words. “I’m your dirty whore, Azriel. Please.”

The last please sounded like it came from someone begging for their life and honestly, you felt like you were. You felt like if you didn’t cum in the next ten seconds you would die. Azriel gazed at you for a moment, his hand stalling, before he kissed you fiercely and fucked that blade into you at lightning speed.

Your orgasm hit you fast and hard, stealing the breath from your very lungs as you opened your mouth to scream only for his own to swallow them. Between his shadows and his arm across your stomach you were unable to move, forced to let the waves of ecstacy break your very foundation as your pussy spasmed around the hilt.

He pulled away from the kiss and tore his dagger from your still spasming cunt, his teeth bared in a feral way as he gripped his cock tightly and slapped against you. You were still coming down from your high, barely recgonzing the change in position until he filled you up in one smooth thrust of his hips.

“Fuck!” You yelped, your walls sensitive as he fucked you like a beast. His wings were now fully extended, covering the two of you in a warm cocoon, before he surged forward and started attacking your neck with bites and harsh kisses. “Azriel, please, it’s too much!”

“You can take all of me, little mouse. This cunt was made for me.” He groaned into your neck, one of his hands coming up to start fiddling with your bundle of nerves. “Damn you’re so tight, so fucking tight and wet for me.”

You knew he was trying to force you into another orgasm but you were still recovering from your first one. Between that, the fear of the night, and how shocked you were at how much you enjoyed him fucking you with his dagger, you didn’t know if you had another one for him. It felt like you were going to burst into a million stars.

But Azriel knew you could and even if you wouldn’t…he would make sure you did so he could feel you explode around him. He would tear the world apart to feel it.

His dick was hot inside of you and just the right length to hit you g-spot repeatedly, taking you to a whole other universe of pleasure combined with his calloused fingers on your clit. Pain and pleasure were dancing with each other deep in your soul as you started to feel that familiar tingle rise up once more.

“I can feel you clenching around me. I know how bad you want this, how good of a dirty whore you want to be for me.” He grunted, his pupils blown wide as he pinched your cheeks between his fingers until your mouth was forced open. “You want it so bad, don’t you? Look at how much of a wreck you are, how fucked out you look right now.”

“Ah, ah, ple-ah!” You tried to talk but it was all garbled together from the hold he had on your face. You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore but he did. He knew exactly what you needed.

Azriel’s face twisted in bliss as his balls tightened. He was riding that wave, his wings practically vibrating, and all he needed was that last push of you coming undone around him. You gasped when he let go of your face only to scream when he buried his head in your neck and bit down. The pain of it, of his canines piercing your skin, along with the rhythmic fucking of your cunt sent you to the heavens.

Your entire body tightened up before releasing in a full body shudder, your head thrown back in pleasure as you felt yourself squirt around his cock. Azriel barely lasted the first spasm of your pussy before spilling himself inside of you, his fingers digging into your skin so hard that bruises immediately appeared.

The world around you faded into darkness as you succumbed to the numbing rapture he had given you. You lost track of time and space, your eyes closed as you felt him continung to fuck you even as his cock softened. He slowly rose up and folded his wings, smirking as he reveled in his work.

His cum was dripping out of your abused hole, the sheets and his thighs soaked from your cum, while your face was wistful. It was probably the best fuck of his life, he couldn’t lie, and as he watched you he felt his cock stirring once more.

Azriel couldn’t get enough of you.

Two arms wrapped underneath your armpits and lifted you up until you were resting against his warm chest, whispering praises as you floated back into your body. You blearily blinked up at him, watching as he realized you were back before his lips turned up in a smile.

“I think it’s time for the reinforcement part of the punishment, little mouse.”

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tsukimefuku · 4 months

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the letter ꕥ higuruma hiromi

summary: reader writes a letter for an absentee. one that she will never send.

tags: f!reader, implied past relationship, higuruma x reader, angst, break up, longing and general heartbreak.

wc: 1k

notes etc.: this is actually my original style of writing in my native language before i began writing in 2nd(?) + 3rd person pov on ao3 and tumblr this year. it’s different from what I’ve written so far, but I hope you guys enjoy it. the style translation was hard, holy shirt. song → shake it out (florence + the machine).

ꕥ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist

i like to keep my issues drawn ꕥ it’s always darkest before the dawn

I was debating if I should start this with “hey, Hiromi”, “hi, Higuruma”, “dear” something, and I still haven’t arrived at an answer. The first sounds too casual for what we have become — and what are we now if not strangers? The second, however, is just too impersonal, and I don’t need such a stinging reminder of how much I’m not entitled to your first name anymore. At last, “dear” to start a letter is just tacky.

Alas, I digress.

I don’t quite know what possessed me to pick up a pen and a piece of paper (analogical, just like you’ve noted me to be) to blurt out the swirling hurts in my mind, but I guess I still had a lot to say, even if you weren’t here long enough to hear it.

Here goes nothing.

You might be wondering how I’m doing (at least I hope so), so I thought I’d let you know.

Tonight, more specifically, I’ve been for an insurmountable stretch of time — were it hours? Minutes? Days? Out of my priorities, tracking time has not been one of them — staring at the empty vacuum making its presence known by my side. It seems to mock my stare, that longs, against all odds, for a miracle — for you to simply materialize right there, out of thin air.

Seriously, you should see the mess you’ve made when you left.

You left an emptiness of shoes, black suits, wet towels on the bed, cup marks on the furniture, scratches of morning beard, warm legs under the covers — an emptiness of body that has been giving me nightmares. You came in, flipped everything upside down, blew up my walls and made so that every edge, vertex, color and smell of this heart and bones surrounding our leftover life would incessantly scream for you.

It’s like my misery extended beyond myself and resoundingly expanded against the walls of this house.

But… even though I wish you were here with every tiny part of myself, I couldn’t ask for you to stay. I know it wouldn’t be fair. You’d never ask me to betray myself, and the least I could do was to love you in the same earnest way.

You wouldn’t be the man I loved if you didn’t go. I wouldn’t be the person you loved if I asked you not to (I apologize for the past tense, it’s one of those truthless comforts I’ve decided to give myself for the time being).

You still linger here, though. I still keep your gaze close to my chest, your face pressed against my skin, your warm voice caressing the edge of my ear and your hair stroking through my fingers, even if it’s just my soul pretending for a minute.

A long minute.

You know, it has been hell without you here. The couch cushions wrap around me like your arms, the bed always bounces by the time you used to get up, and the kitchen smells like your favorite take-out meals (because God knows we’d set fire to this building if we so much as dared turning that stove top on). The window reflects two back at me when only one is looking at it, and my hiking boots are dearly missing those black oxford shoes. My coat hanging on the edge of the closet is also dearly missing your crumpled black ties sprinkled around the room (of course you took weeks to properly wash and organize them — when you ever did).

Oh, and the bed.

The bed is just not the same without that stupid, ridiculous blotch of water your towel would always leave on it.

A huge chunk of our house is missing.

I know I can’t let my selfishness kidnap you from what you need to do — and I do know you need it. But damn, sometimes it’s hard to fight the urge of hopping on the first train your way, grabbing you by your wrist and asking you to become once again part of my wallpaper, my duvet, my pillows. Just promise me you’ll make all of this pain worthwhile, even if you ran away with ten thirds of me.

Ever since you left, though, I learned a few tricks to mask your ever so present absence. I can pull the pillows towards the middle of the bed, eat in the living room and read in the kitchen, being sure to slowly put all my pieces back in place.

It’s harder to notice an empty chair across the table when you willingly choose to sit on the ground.

However, I didn’t want to do that. Not today. Call it insanity, clarity, or just meet me in my madness like you always so kindly did.

Today, I wanted to let you invade me, come into my house with my full permission and go on turning everything upside down once more. That way, I can almost feel you there. To me, at least for now, that’s good enough (or as good as I know it’s gonna get).

Your muted way of sharing our space could be so, so silent. That quietude brought me the deepest of peaces.

Unfortunately, I never anticipated the silence from your absence would be so loud, and not peaceful at all. It has been hammering at my breathless heart for days.

I miss you.

I love you, too.

***

With a sigh, you put the pen down and stared at the paper sheet for a minute, your own calligraphy so foreign with a pain you hadn’t let out properly ever since Hiromi… actually, Higuruma stepped out that morning.

Considering your options, you resigned, and pulled the letter in a crinkled messy ball, tossing it in the garbage can.

No need to talk to a voluntary absentee. No need to bother him, either.

You got yourself back up and picked up two pairs of keys, the blue buttoned shirt and made your way out of the apartment, not failing to hear the rumbling echo the door made when it slammed closed.

An echo that only happens in truly empty places.

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badly-drawn-bbu · 10 months

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HI FRIENDS!! As some might’ve heard from the main accounts of Admin Maah, today marks THREE YEARS since they first became a fan of BBU! But what you might not know is that I, Admin Buck, share this same anniversary with them!!! >:3 we were actually on the same call together when she discovered the game!

Before we get into some personal messages below, let’s talk about the art! We collabed on recreating two drawings we each made that faithful day ❤️ individual credits will be in this post’s tags!

Now here are some SUPER sweet words from Admin Maah 🥺: “I’ve already had my little celebration for the day but!! I can get sappy Again, as a Treat. BDBBU was started as a small side project back in 2021 because I really loved making silly stuff for this game, and years later I still do! These characters and this world are so incredibly fun for me to explore and work with and BBU countinues to be a source of joy for me through it all 🥹🩵 - Maah”

My turn to say sentimental things yippee!!! I haven’t played a more direct part in BDBBU for very long, but being a fan of BBU itself has both spanned most of our (the admins) friendship, and has made a huge impact on it overall. Making silly art and jokes surrounding the games characters has brought us closer together ever since we discovered BBU, and I’m excited to continue having fun with my best friend and making you guys laugh with our badly-drawn-bbu art onwards <:3c 💖

#admin buck #admin maah #CREDITS TIME!#Maah drew/coloured both Barnaby and Emmaah #they also coloured my Fantoccio and added all the text and extra effects #I (Buck) drew/coloured Buck and drew Fantoccio #I drew the OG doodle of our sona’s jamming to I’ve Had Enough of You >:3c #Maah ALSO drew the OG Fantoccio/Barnaby doodle #and yes they are singing the Best Friends song Master Frown and Brock sing in Unikitty! 🙏🩷 we both love that show and that pairing #bbu #billie bust up #badly drawn bbu #fantoccio bbu #barnaby bbu #dang it i can’t move tags in browser. just know that Admin Buck wrote this post in case it wasn’t clear enough #still tagged maah for their contributions!

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kosmicdream · 8 months

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What does your planning process look like? You mentioned not usually doing a full script, do you do something like page 57) knives get stabbed page 58) knives stabs the other guy page 59) intense backstory reveal or is it structured in a different way?

(replying to old ask, hope you dont mind!)The way I structure my scripts is in a very different way. For starters, I’ve never broken down it by panels/pages, as that comes when I am finally sketching them to give me more flexibility with pacing. It also just doesn’t make sense for me to, as I haven’t drawn them yet. The way I have constructed my scripts has changed a lot over the many years or making comics, but that hasn’t ever been part of the process. My scripts are written scene by scene, and broken down by character action/dialogue, sometimes including both and are written in script style. Sometimes I include notes for lore or something to keep in mind for myself, that might be a visual detail or something about an expression I want to remember. I don’t always write dialogue but I usually keep a rough draft of the dialogue exchange or purpose of what might say so i understand the goals intended, or include jokes I want to remember. The dialogue usually changes the most even if the end result functions more or less the same, just because of how the panels end up being drawn in the end usually changes up the flow and I will have to accommodate that. I break down the comic script scene by scene, then section by section, and usually end up with about 8-10 parts to a comic script and each of those parts can vary in page number of script. Its not exact, but usually 25 pages of script is about 250-300 pages of comics. FFAK comic scripts have been, when I write them, over 50 pages. But I chapter 16 is going to hopefully be the last of these, as its 47 pages long and I have made the other chapter scripts in arc2 around 20-30 pages long instead. Most NRD scripts barely reach 20 pages, but those sometimes have been even shorter as I tend to prioritize slow paced scenes, which don’t really require me to write a lot in script format. They read more or less like a script for a screenplay for a movie but a lot rougher since I don’t need to polish these more than what i need. When I finish a scene I will grey out the text to make it easier to find where i left off. When the scene is done, I mark a date when it finished so i can see my progress at a glance. I slowly transitioned into writing scripts around chapter 10-12 but only fully was writing them by 13. I also only had a rough outline for NRD before I started to full scripts, although I can’t remember when that process also happened. It was probably chapter 2 or 3 though. Now, all of NRD/FFAK are written out this way until the end, but I still make edits along the way (mostly for FFAK, as its so long) to change up the pace of chapters and make things more compact.

(example of the top of the script to track progress, this ones for chapter 16! i have hidden the titles for parts 10-12 lol)

#ffak #feast for a king #nasty red dogs #webcomics

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do you have a fave player to draw from each team? or if you haven’t drawn a player from each team (/maybe even if you have and he wasn’t your fave) who do you think they would be?

ahh this is gonna be a long one! i'm taking you at your word and listing one from every team..... under the cut :D

also i've divided it up based on the teams each player was on when i drew them!

favourite players i have drawn, by team:

East

sens: definitely chabby! however i will also note that i have not yet drawn timmy in a finished piece and i am very much aware of how criminal that is. i will try to rectify this soon.

canadiens: i haven't drawn many but probably pk!

leafs: auston bc he's got really nice distinctive features! conversely i don't like drawing mitchy bc he's too conventionally attractive :( another forbidden answer is bertuzzi . he was so rancid i HAD to draw him and it was admittedly fun.. but it was only a one-time thing.....

panthers: obviously matty tkachuk :)

bruins: sway! he's got the sweetest face BUT so too does ully.. hm..

red wings: dylan larkin, gorgeous nose

pens: s. crosby, legendary nose

flyers: nolpat! love his blush and lashes and terrifyingly blue eyes

canes: brady skjei in all his grey glory <3

devils: nico!!! amazing brows

West

avs: natemac, no question. PHENOMENAL nose, dare i say the best. though cale is a close second!

wild: kirill!!! squishy and doughy

jets: i've only drawn heller and his HUGE ears but it was still fun

stars: robo my beloved!! though seggy kinda reminds me of mtkachuk (?just me??) so he's been fun too

chicago: so far only seth jones

oilers: i Cannot Believe i'm saying this but...... connor. he seriously grew on me like a zebra mussel. i had such a hard time getting his features right at first (why is his mouth so small. why are his eyebrows Like That. what's up with his facial hair) but he's. he uh. listen davo propaganda is real and i have submitted completely to it. i love drawing him now

sharks: i've only drawn ekarlsson but he was so fun with the flow and twirly mustache

ducks: definitely jamie drysdale! i am a sucker for freckles..... praying for his contract 🙏

canucks: only quinn as of yet but he is fun and pretty

kraken: only matty beniers but he is extremely fun!!

knights: only mark stone but he's been fun too

teams whose players i have not drawn but want to:

East

lightning: i tried drawing vasy once and it went Very Badly. i think it'll be the same for stamkos. so maybe bogo!

sabres: definitely need to draw jeff skinner!! maybe i'll draw him with ej and josty just to make myself sad

islanders: mat barzal bc he reminds me of a handsome version of br*ndon urie

rangers: zibanejad!! i'm quite fond of him bc he looks like a male bearded version of one of my friends 😭

caps: nicke or sonny!

blue jackets: i don't really know these guys but maybe gaudreau.. he always looks a little freaked out, so. interesting

West

yotes: matt dumba! he reminds me of another one of my friends

preds: erm.... i gotta admit ryan o'reilly. he's very pretty to me and i don't really know anyone else on the preds...... i love tbear but he's a little plain for me 😭

blues: brandon saad, super cute smile!

flames: i've drawn matty tkachuk while he was on the flames but he's otherwise represented on the list so i don't think he counts..!! so maybe naz or hanny?

kings: either kopitar or pld!

i really like to draw players with distinctive faces, but i am extremely partial to those i've emotionally imprinted on.. as well as those i've already drawn multiple times...... you can see i've got a bit of an eastern atlantic bias haha

#also they're listed by division/conference bc i straight up made a list like this a month ago ermmmm...#this was ridiculously fun ty!#ask!

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maiji · 2 years

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images: First two pages of part 2 of fight / flight - a comic drawn in a digital ink-brush style with greyscale shading.]

fight / flight: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Alt text, full transcript and commentary continue below the cut.

A YYH North Bound story. This takes place after I Heard A Cicada Cry and Survive.

Content warning: Violence, blood, people fighting with swords.

[images: Remaining five pages of comic.]

[page 9] *Hokushin and Otake clash swords. After a while of dueling, they split apart, both panting.* Otake: How pointless to fight like a common human. *He clasps his sword wrist with his opposite hand. Hokushin cautiously takes note of the movement. The area around the gauntlet/bracer Otake is clasping glows*

[page 10] *Otake releases his grip on his wrist* Hokushin: (Some kind of Spirit World artifact?) *unexpectedly, a sudden blast of organically shaped energy spikes slice through Hokushin*

[page 11] *Hokushin coughs up blood and is slammed and pinned against a tree by the spikes* Hokushin: Ugh... Otake: *charging and slicing at Hokushin's neck* Your head is mine!! *Otake’s blade comes bearing down on Hokushin’s neck. At the last second, Hokushin's entire head stretches into a long ribbon and whips out of the way*

[page 12] Otake: ?! *Hokushin's head/neck whips towards Otake and around his torso and arms*

[page 13] *Otake’s hands are bound tightly, causing him to drop his sword. Wrapped up in Hokushin's neck, he's tossed through the air and his head is rammed against a tree. Meanwhile, Hokushin pulls the spikes out and slides down to the ground, trails of blood against the tree trunk*

[page 14] *Otake continues to get his head slammed against trees. He struggles and manages to grip his bracer again. It glows. It sends a shocking sensation through Hokushin's neck, and Hokushin unwraps and withdraws. Sweating and bedraggled, he covers his neck with both hands gingerly, then lowers his arms, revealing a series of burn marks around his neck. Otake, blood running down both sides of his face and one eye bruised, braces one hand against his knee and slowly gets up.* Hokushin: !! Otake: …A male rokurokubi. That must’ve been why the old man was so intent on not revealing your whereabouts. Not that it did him - or you - any good.

[page 15] Hokushin: *with a shocked expression* Old man? Otake: *eyes him* The blind biwa player of Ausaka Barrier. Hokushin: …What happened to him? Otake: He earned a one-way trip to Enma Daioh. *As Otake speaks, Hokushin stares at him in shocked silence. A flashback of a smiling bearded man holding out a flower plays in his mind.* Otake: He wasn’t long for this world anyways. That is the fate of humans as overseen by my master.

...

Cliffhanger! How should the next part start? I haven’t decided yet but right now my top candidate is Hokushin screaming his head off. (But not literally his head off.) But I’m also debating whether or not this is too stereotypical or if something else will work better for his character.

Some thoughts!

My sis said “You’re really trying to make people hate Otake.” I was like, he’s already revealed to be a bad guy in canon! Everyone knows he’s a bad guy!! That’s why he made it into North Bound in the first place, because he was a perfect fit for this role I needed.

My sis also asked, “Is Hokushin going to get to kick butt?” And I was like, hmm. Yes? I guess? But he needs to get knocked around a bit first, because it is the shounen manga way. Also remember Otake can’t die here.

In my mind, at this point in history Hokushin and Otake are pretty evenly matched powerwise, except Otake has the element of surprise. A.k.a. random Spirit World gadgets, the precursor to all the stuff Yusuke gets in his Spirit Detective kit. This one is a bracer that something something. I’m just making stuff up to be able to progress the fight in the ways I need it to; I hope it seems to make sense.

Otake was tracking Hokushin and knew he was dealing with a demon, but not the details. This is mainly because it’s super fun to draw a fight for Hokushin when the opponent has no idea what his special skillset is. Alternatively, in my mind Otake prescribes to the horses not zebras school of thought (“when you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras”), so it didn’t occur to him/he didn’t think it was anywhere near likely that Hokushin would be a rokurokubi. Male rokurokubi are extremely rare in both traditional youkai mythology and in North Bound. I explain this in this post, and A House That Holds Long Limbs also uses this same idea.

The blind biwa player of Ausaka Barrier is, of course, the legendary Semimaru, who appears in I Heard A Cicada Cry. I talk more about his historical/cultural impact in the notes throughout that story. The memory of him holding a flower is from when he gives Hokushin a flower during their travels.

In the Hokushin VS Yusuke fight in the manga, Hokushin says that in S class at full strength, he would’ve been able to throttle Yusuke after wrapping him up with his neck - we can imagine like a boa constrictor. Limited to D class, the most he could do was stretch his neck continuously and confuse/ freak the heck out of Yusuke. Here, ~700+ years ago, Hokushin would be closer to D class. I imagine he can still constrict things, but it depends on the size and strength of the target. He’s also not at full strength at this point, so that’s why he’s trying to give Otake a flying concussion. Also he’s trying to pull those spiky energy arrow shard things out of himself/the tree and multitasking is hard. In First Meeting’s Hokushin VS Raizen encounter, Hokushin has gotten a bit stronger and is trying to constrict Raizen, but that doesn’t work for obvious reasons because it’s like an ant (a very long ant, I guess) trying to constrict god..

Feel free to question my judgement on anything. Choreographing logical fight scenes is really hard, haha.

I haven’t worked out all the details yet, but right now it looks like fight / flight will likely net out at 4-6 parts (I’m thinking 5 most likely...?). I really feel like I leveled up in a tiny fashion while working on this, and it was a lot of fun after I got through the actual thumbnails and panel compositions. A sequence like this is something I would never have been able to compose years ago when I first started working on North Bound. I’ll make a separate post about the technical comicking aspects, along with the thumbnails and the sketches for each page!

Update: Here’s the behind the scenes! https://www.tumblr.com/maiji/705387259973730304/fight-flight-part-2-thumbnails-and-page-sketches

#yu yu hakusho #hokushin #otake #fanart #comics #fancomics #blood #body horror #yyh north bound #art by maiji/mary huang

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jjungkooksthighs · 2 years

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (m) (12)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: abo/werewolf and fantasy

Rating: 18+/nsfw

Word Count: 18,600 words

Summary: A bond borne before dreams only grows stronger as you and your alpha make real your love as it is drawn in blood, sweat and tears.

Warnings: mentions of breeding, dom!jungkook, alpha!jungkook, alpha!Taehyung (he’s a bit of a cocky one this one), alpha!Jimin (best friends take after each other ig) sub!reader, omega!reader, cursing, praising, possessive!jungkook, LOTS OF TEASING, dirty talk, (blood) marking, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scent marking, scenting, fingering, begging, praise kink, breeding/impreg kink, character injury (someone gets hurt, but it isn’t serious)

A/N: This chapter should have been out far before now. I had so much I wanted to fit into this chapter and I kept going back to look at it only to erase page after page because I wasn’t happy with it. I really wanted to pack the fight into this one as you guys have been requesting for so long now, but I just didn’t feel like the time was right yet. Needless to say that I have worked for weeks on this chapter and to make up for my lack of posts, it is MUCH longer than my usual chapters. I hope you guys like it. I know I did. :)

As always, please let me know what you thought about this! Your comments and feedback are like cool rain after a hot summer day!

Series Masterlist / Previous Chapter

Silence scatters over the throng of wolves in the grassland with only the crackling of the fiercely burning fires alight in bronzed braziers along the stage and in carved brass lanterns hanging from the thick boughs of the trees circling the plain.

The wind does not breathe and your own breaths become stifled in the way that your lungs reject it.

Involuntarily, your eyes shut and you turn your face into your alpha’s chest, your back curling inward and your fingers gripping into his shirt.

No, no, no, no, please. Not him. No, anything but him. Keep him away. Keep him away from me!

Your thoughts run rampant and if you weren’t already in your alpha’s arms, your legs would have already brought you far, far from here.

Your alpha responds by protectively wrapping his arms even tighter around you, a low rumble reverberating from his chest and rising through his throat at the arrival of the new threat.

Ahead, a tawny-furred wolf stands proud atop the knoll overlooking the prairie, his eyes set only on you.

You can’t see him, but you can feel the bite of that devouring stare from where you are nestled in your intended’s arms. You grab at your alpha’s shirt even tighter, your fingernails curving into your soft flesh of your palm as you shake your head against your alpha as if doing so will make this all go away.

Your lungs burn because air will not fill them and it is as if ice as begun to freeze over your very veins in the fear that chills you to the bone as the wolf beyond jumps from the knoll, the crunch of the grass beneath his paws growing louder as he stalks closer.

It’s as if with each step, a piece of hail strikes your insides and it’s all you can do to stutter, “J-Jungkook.”

“I know, my love,” Your alpha nudges at the cheek you haven’t hidden in the folds of his blazer as he tells you, “I once told you that I used to watch over you. That means that I am aware of everything he tried to do to you,” his voice lowers and you do not see the way the shadows mar his features as he divulges, “And I shall you protect you from him now as I have for all these years. I will not let him near you and if he attempts to touch you, I shall make sure he knows just how sharp my fangs and claws really are. This, I promise to you.”

It takes a few moments for his oath to reach you with the frost that has seeped through your body and suspended proper blood flow that has numbed your very reactions. It is only the warmth of his words and the heat of his body that keep you from shutting down as your body wants to.

You try to open your one eye that peeks out from his blazer you’ve subconsciously buried your face in, but it’s as if your eye has been thawed shut and it takes some effort for you to wrench it open to stare up at him as you stammer again, “Y-you…what do you mean by ‘protect me as you have been?’ Does that mean…”

Your alpha nods before he descends to your temple and against your skin, he mouths, “Yes, my beloved. It is exactly what you are thinking,” his lips press against your brow, “all those times he tried to chase you through the forest when you would go there to be free from the responsibilities of being the one and only caretaker of the pack’s pups and in being the granddaughter of the Lead Elder who is charged with enforcing the rules and laws of our pack,” he brings his mouth to your right brow, his lips light as a bird’s wing as he admits, “It must have been so difficult for you, my love, to bear not only the task of nurturing the children, but also being the right-hand of the regulator of our ancient codes once your mother fell ill.”

He was right.

You’d barely turned eight before the first few litters of pups had been deposited on your doorstep and with your mother bed-ridden with the sickness that had driven your father into in incurable sadness, it had been left to you to care for the pups whose parents had needed someone to look after them while they went on hunts, harvests, heats or ruts. Any could go on for days at a time-and in the in latter cases, weeks at a time- and eventually, your den was too small to house you and the younglings, so you’d had to move to the schoolhouse that had been newly built by the compound’s skilled architects that had been tasked with creating an adjoining den amid the schoolhouse for all unpresented youth to stay in.

As you were the descendent of the Lead Elder and your mother had been the Keeper of Tomes- the ancient texts that proclaimed the history and edicts of the lupine- both had passed on their knowledge to you from the early age of four and it quickly became the expectation of both them and the rest of the pack that you would be their second voice. As the custodian of the young, it had been you that had been tasked with teaching the ways of the wolf upon the acclaim you’d earned as the devoted and kind watcher of the pups that had loved you as their second mother.

So much responsibility it had been for you, and every now and then when freedom called for you, you followed it’s beckoning song to the forest where you could stretch your limbs and feel the whistle of the wind against your fur whilst the greenery of the woodland streaked past you at the high speeds your paws brought you.

The forest all too quickly became a sanctum to you, but with each generation of pups that were brought under your care, it became harder and harder to heed the greenwood’s call. With the children constantly under your tutelage, you could scarcely have a moment of solitude. You gave everything you had to tending to those placed under your care and at the age of eleven, you became the schoolmaster, your well-versed practice in instruction and fostering the youth earning you the eyes of the compound as you became the talk of the pack.

It was not long after that many began to find their way to your old den with intent to arrange for bonding with you when you hadn’t even yet presented, but nonetheless, your parents received stacks of gifts left on your doorstep day after day as hopeful wolves attempted to get into the good graces of your family.

Per the laws that you yourself were tasked with teaching to the older pups, you could and did reject the furs the chests of jewelry that were left for you. The code had stipulated that should an omega deny another wolf’s articles of intent, they had to deliver such items back to them to affirm their sureness in their decision and make an official show of their rejection.

That regulation had almost changed because of you.

It had taken you all but one time to place the gifts he had left on the ground in front of his den before your scent had dripped like a philter from under the slot of his door and you’d only caught a glimpse of eyes darkened by delirium before your stomach had dropped to the pit of your body.

You never returned there again.

Words had not stopped him. Only your claws and your paws could in how quickly they had carried you from that place as fear plunged you into a chase that did not end until the silvery moonlight that reached for you from between the trees became golden and peeked down on you from atop the creek where your aching legs had given out, the tears falling in time with your hastened heartbeat that did not slow until hours had passed and relief coaxed away the fear.

He never reached you there. Once a month for years after, he pursued you into forest when you had a moment of respite from the pups and their parents. He’d never found you there.

And you’d never stopped to think about why.

You swallow around a dry throat and try to lick at your lips, but it’s as if your tongue is leaden in your mouth when you try, “It was you. It was you that kept him away from me,” your voice cracks as you prod, “It was always you that I felt watching me from afar when I could no longer move….it was you that I heard howling in the forest after you,” you attempt to clear your throat, “after you saved me from him.”

Your mate lowers his head until his cheek rests against yours and he rubs you back and forth there while he confirms, “Yes, my love. It’s always been me. That was the most I could do for you when you were so young,” his eyes become glassy in the pain that becomes them as he confides, “I thought that, since I was an alpha, I would only scare you off and so I could only watch from afar the first time to ensure you were alright. I went to your father shortly after because I could not stand to watch you shed tears. It broke my heart to see you so shackled by terror, my sweet girl,” he clutches you closer, his voice tinged with emotion, “I knew from the first time I saw you that you were my mate, but your father forbade me from entering any sort of relationship with you beyond serving as your nameless, faceless protector until you presented and I agreed to that because as long as I could make sure you were safe, that was enough for me.”

Warmness singes away the cold verglas that had rimed you over. It thaws like ice caps over the hills, the sun’s rays that are him bringing life back to your numbed body as you find your voice and lift your head from the folds of his blazer, one of your hands rising to lay along his cheek as your brows come together and fondness stares him back in the eyes as you say, “Jungkook, I…”

He lets you swipe your thumb along his cheekbone, his flesh hot from under your fingers and your heart swells with emotion that is like the tide in the way it flows and washes over you entirely unyielding and never ending.

You angle your head to the side and your alpha does the same as you place your other hand where his heart beats erratically in the same wild tempo as yours as you lean close and confess, “I love you, alpha. All this time, you never left my side, and now I vow I won’t ever leave yours. No matter what happens, I love you and only you.”

Your mate doesn’t cast his gaze away from you, his irises brightening until they shine like stars and your chest flutters with tenderness at that.

“I love you more than words can say, my sweet,” Jungkook hums when you dip your head to nuzzle at his mastoid with your nose, the oils along his scent glands coating you in his essence as you mark yourself on him. “Mmm, but you know that already, don’t you?”

You nod in answer, and, with his pheromones distracting you, you don’t hear the way the grasses are crushed under the approaching wolf’s feet.

“Yes, I know that, and I want to show you how much I love you,” you whisper, possession over your intended incensing you as you breathe him in and his essence clouds you to anything but him as your lips skim along the thick muscle that bulges out along his neck and when your alpha groans in satisfaction, you smile against his skin, “I wish to show how much I want you,” you close your lips over the gland, “and when you touch me, I want you and everyone else to see what you do to me."

“I’m going to do so much more than touch you when we are away from here, omega. Tell me what you want right now, my love, and it is yours,” he doesn’t bother to hide the way he bites his lip, “I will do anything you ask.”

“Kiss me again, alpha,” you let your tongue slide from your mouth, entirely oblivious to the other wolf that nears you both as you flatten it against his scent gland, the taste of blooming gardenia, black vanilla and freshly matured pear splaying seductively against your tastebuds as your tongue ascends up and down like he’d done to you when he’d eaten from your sex earlier. He shudders against you when you suckle the gland between your teeth as you utter, “Lick me like you did when you-ah…”

There’s a growl and then one hand slides down to your ass and suddenly you are sitting upright, your legs instinctively wrapping around his middle and then his lips are on yours, your arms encircling his neck and you need no prompting to part your mouth as his own tongue claims you. He runs it along the side of your mouth until it pushes against one of your cheeks and he when he shifts his weight, the hard length that cries for you under his trousers presses at your backside and you moan loudly at that, the hot length of him darting to your lips and when your tongue brushes his, he sucks it into his own mouth.

Your pre-heat fever flares fiercely in your belly, your words fueled by the need to be claimed by him as you tell him, “Take off my collar, my love, and take the offerings of my kiss and my body that I shall give entirely to you once you’ve won for me.”

Neck coverings were mandated to be worn by unmated, unpresented omegas. To be without one was to invite any alpha in the vicinity to sink their teeth into the soft skin and forever bind an omega to them whether they wanted it or not.

To ask an alpha to detach the neckband of an omega, the sole barrier between a mark and an irrevocable, irreversible bond…it was the ultimate display of consent to belong to that alpha in mind and in soul as a wolf can only bond once in their entire lifetime to a single mate.

For an omega to give permission to alpha to remove their neckband… it was a declaration of intent to mate with them. It was also a provocation to all whom the omega had denied.

By asking your alpha to withdraw your choker, you were accepting Jungkook as your lifelong counterpart and acknowledging him as your protector against those that would be tempted at the sight and scent of you that, once removed, your choker could no longer fully disperse.

A pureblood omega, the moonstone imbued in your choker was only able to mask half your scent, but once taken off, your uncovered glands would produce oils that, because of your untainted bloodline as one descended from the progenitors of your race, would make the alphas in the vicinity produce their own taint in want of you.

Your mate chuckles with your lip caught between his teeth, “You’ll make us all go feral, you little minx. Are you sure about this?”

That your alpha asks about your resolve only makes you want him more. You had heard stories of omegas far less fortunate in the compound who had not been given the chance to answer such a question.

It makes you burn all the more for him.

You press yourself close enough that your breasts push against his pectorals, one of your hands finding its place in his locks as you breathe in his musky scent, your own slick sliding down your thigh to join the dried blood he’d left there from scraping his fingernail over the bitemarks he’d put there in the forest.

You thank the gods your dress got bunched up in the flurry of earlier movements and that somehow one of his hands has managed to burrow under the fabric so that it rests against your skin. The skirt of your gown covers you from the watchful eyes around you, but that little decency can’t hide the way his palm slides down to hold the underside of your ass and when your slick drips down on his fingers, that’s when you bring your mouth behind his ear to say, “That is for you. You’ve already driven me over the edge just as you said you would,” you wriggle your hips, your core sliding against the tent in his pants and you both groan before you breathe, “now it’s time for you to lose control for your mate just like she has lost hers for you.”

When strong fingers twist into your hair and he pulls your head until it falls back, you arch your back in submission as he mutters, “Gods, you really were made for me,” his digits trail down until they clasp the metal securing your moonstone choker, “Once I take this off, I won’t be able to stop myself from falling prey to my primal urges that will be entirely your doing. I’ve done my best to keep it contained, but there will be nothing to inhibit me from you once I do,” he leans over you, one of his hands intertwining in your own in an impressive display of strength and devoted intimacy before he cautions, “I’m going to become colder and more aggressive than you’ve seen before, but believe me when I say that whatever I may do, it is all for you. We alphas become…territorial and possessive over our mates. So prepare yourself, little one.”

Your mind flashes to when he’d thrown Taehyung into a tree with so much force that it had broken in half. To when he’d spoken with a viciousness that exuded such unbreakable confidence.

Your core clenches at that. It had been hot to see him go feral over you. Because of you.

With the aphrodisiac of his pheromones that make your mind hazy to anything but him, you keep your eyes on him as you lift the fingers of your free hand and in one swift movement, the metalwork and strings attaching the furs he’d given you fall to his feet as you entreat him, “Nothing will change the fact that I am in love with you, Jeon Jungkook,” you squeeze his hand in reassurance, “Come, my alpha. Let me present to you what has always been yours and exhibit to all that question us just how besotted you are for your omega.”

He smirks, “As you wish, my lady. I accept your gracious offerings. And I will fight for the desires of us both with everything I have. And with everything that I am.”

With that, he brings your chest closer to his, his head tilting before lowering until his teeth close over the fastenings of your choker on each side of the nape of your neck. The chromium around the edges pushes into your skin as he pulls against it, and with a series of clicks, one side opens for him.

The first sliver of your flesh exposed, he licks his lips and, slowly, he ascends as you confide, “I know you will, alpha,” he descends again to the other side, his teeth latching onto the other clasp and tugging to the side.

Shockingly little was left in the tomes about what happened to one of the lupi antiquis when the alpha was exposed to the temptation of their omegean soulmate whose pheromones only activated fully in the receival of their alpha to them.

Those pages had been ripped out long, long ago.

The only leaflet that remained had foretold that the alpha’s own impulses would be released and unrestrained to the point that he would go into a frenzy of carnality over his omega and that a desperate, ferocious mania would overwhelm him were his mate to be separated or taken from him.

The moment the smooth material is dislodged from you, your scent gland expands along the side of your mastoid with the moonstone no longer constricting it and, with your pores exposed to the alpha before them, they salivate for him. Their sweet, succulent smell dances erotically under his nostrils and undulates along his tongue until the tang has his eyes rolling back as he curses, “Fuck…”

“Is it that strong?” You cock your head to the side.

He breathes in deeply, his throat cloying in the thick, heady quintessence of you that is lathered down his throat. “You,” he inhales again, his teeth pulling his lower lip under, “your musk has gotten so much stronger since the first time I smelled this neck of yours without anything covering it,” his head falls, his fangs enlarging and growing in size with his member as your essence fondles him, “I was…hardly able to get within a mile from you in the forest where I left you before the hunt. I could not resist you any longer than that and could not bring myself to stop when I took myself into my own hand for over three hours until I was too sensitive and had milked myself dry… because of you.”

You purr at the thought.

He growls.

“Please, alpha.“

His eyes narrow on your lips, “Look at that…you’re already begging for me. I’ve been training you well, little one,” dark irises tread down your own flushed chest, “I thought about this when I was running my hands down my cock earlier and wishing it was you. I pictured and played around with naughty, naughty scenarios of you reacting to me when I told you what you had done to me.”

You whine, your fingers rising up his chest and the moment you let your nails drag over the pounding gland along the side of his neck, large and long fingers encircle your wrist, his chest heaving under the pheromones of you that thrust away oxygen and fill his mind with nothing but you.

Somehow the speed and strength with which he acted upon has your legs wanting to bring him deeper between them.

“Don’t move,” your mate orders, “Don’t,” he swallows with effort, “if you do, I do not think I shall be able to keep myself here. I will chase you.”

Long ago, you would have been struck by fear at the thought, but you knew that if the wolf tailing you were that of the male in front of you, well…

That fear would be crushed under his paws until only excitement’s print was left in its wake.

Your expression cracks and he knows it when your voice softens, “You know that I would have no qualms with you running after me,” you place your lips along the freckle under his lower lip to mouth, “Because I trust you,” your tongue flattens along his chin as you lick up, “and you would never harm me unless I asked you to.”

You had oozed the aroma of sex before, but now…now you were drowning him it.

Your choker that had served its purpose in containing the concoction of your sweet spice joins his furs on the grass, his mouth parting as his incisors elongate even more from his throbbing gums in an entirely instinctual reaction as he stares hotly at your exposed neck and husks, “I can’t keep my fangs in anymore, my mate. You smell too good,” he brings a hand up until his knuckles glide along the oily flesh of the column of your throat, his digits gliding down and down until they sweep between the ‘v’ of your bodice and you don’t silence yourself from whining when his nail runs along the side of your breast that peeks from between your gown as he lowers his voice, “Good enough to eat again and again and again.” His mouth inches closer to your now bare neck, your scent gland pulsating enticingly for him as you let your free hand coast along his chest while he’s deluged in your pheromones that empty the world of anything beyond you and when he blows warm air against your jugular, you squirm only for him to croon, “You sounded so pretty with my tongue in your wet little pussy, omega…I wonder how you’d sound with my teeth right here,” a sharp fang glissades along your gland glinting sinfully in the bloodred moonlight, your core clenching as the fingers on your ass curl inward before he goes, “this is such a good spot for marking, you know. I bet you’ll moan for me when my teeth are buried here while my cock fills you to the brim. You’ll know nothing but my name when you whimper from all the pleasure only your soulmate can give you.”

A tsunami of desire has dragged him under its current and you can see in his eyes the waters of desire that eddy back and forth, your own cascading over you as he sniffs you and stutters your name. With each breath he takes, the control he’d had over himself sinks until only the smallest bit remains.

Your own control had slumbered over your instinct the first time you’d really breathed in his scent.

It had made you a pining, whining mess of slick and drool and your impulses of craving for him had been so strong that you had come all over the furs he’d given you.

“I could fuck you right here,” Jungkook’s hand slides dangerously close to where your body sobs in the absence of him, your own preheat spell hooking you into your own instincts as you close your legs tighter around his middle, “it would be so easy with how wet you are for me. Do you want me to get you off right here before I go battle for you? Is that why you won’t let me go from between your legs?”

“Alpha,” your breath hitches when his index finger teasingly delves between your sodden folds, your cheeks filling with blood as you blush, “You must…must try to-”

“What, my love? Try to control myself?” His digit lazily slews back and forth, your thighs constricting around him, “I didn’t hear you saying that when you were rutting against my leg, nor when you rode my face in the forest.” His cock twitches when you shudder at his words, “I wanted to take you so badly and the denial of you for so long hurts, little one. It hurts to just stand here while your pretty cunt sobs for me.”

“Jungkook,” you shakily reply, his finger swirls around your sex, “I know it’s hard, but you’re going to make me lose what little collar I have around my own want for you .”

You didn’t know what you’d been expecting when he took off your neckband, but you’d been so caught up in instinct that you hadn’t considered the repercussions of baring yourself for him with his purebred impulses. The urges that raged in you and your mate as purebred descendants of the lupi antiquis, the progenitors of the werewolf species, were increased a hundredfold over the mixed race of wolves sired in bloodlines that had been diluted by excessive mating between different partners in the uncontrollable ruts and heats that drove them to couple with any wolf in the vicinity under the influence purely of instinct to breed and be bred.

Your own pre-heat is beginning to cause muscle spasms of your sex that you have no control over and they are only exacerbated in the presence of your mate when he lowers your ass against his enlarged member and you bite your tongue when his length pushes against you as he says, “You shouldn’t be giving me ideas right now, little one. I’m so hard for you. Don’t you feel me? Don’t you see how badly I need you?”

You moan when the tip of his digit prods your hole and the wolves behind you gnarr at the sound.

“I feel you, my love, but the other wolves, they will chain and restrain you if they realize y-“

“Meager chains cannot contain me if you are at the end of them. No elder nor alpha stopped me from fucking you senseless before. ” His fangs drag along the flesh of your neck, your wolf bowing its head in submission and you can’t help yourself from tilting your head to the side to give him access as he eyes the gland that pounds for him, “You loved it, my beautiful mate. You wanted it and you want me still. I can smell it on you. I can feel it in the way you wet my fingers in your delicious slick that is making my mouth water and my cock cry.”

Neither of you notice the way the air itself becomes heavier as it becomes pregnant with the seed of slick and taint; your own makes every alpha of breed-able age leak with pre-ejaculate fluid and your mate’s sudden increased flow of his own that your scent all but milks him of induces the slick of all omegas that have reached maturity.

His mind is clouded by your pheromones and his eyes are hazy with lust by now as he slurs, “Let me deflower you more, omega. I know how to make you come,” he slides his index finger up into your sex to the knuckle, your eyelashes flittering as you tighten around him and a hitched breath leaves you as his other hand grips at your waist to support you when you buck against him, “You’re naughty, my love, for letting me take you with my fingers while all these people are around. Tell me, what do you think all these wolves will make of you getting off on your alpha when they stand only a few feet away?”

“Gods,” you plead in a hushed tone, “My love,” you put one hand on each side of his face so that he can look nowhere but into your eyes, your brows coming together in concern that he carefully wrap around each word as you offer, “You’re falling so deep into your urges,” you have to swallow the moan that nearly leaves you when he withdraws his finger only to thrust it inside you as you continue, “I want you, gods, I do. But you promised to fight for the desires of us both with your body,” you furtively glance upward to where, a few feet away, your grandmother and the assembly of elders stand on the edge of the stage before you peer to the side, the line of alphas and their omegas standing and drooling at the sight of you and you don’t dare glance backwards at the three alphas with matching looks of disdain on their countenances despite the engorged members that stand to attention from beneath their pants as you remind your alpha, “And you cannot very well fight for me if your fingers are inside of me.”

“I’ve always excelled at doing multiple things at once,” his finger curls in a come hither motion and then he’s grinning as he stares at the whites of your eyes, the pupils disappearing beneath your lidded lashes, “I let you suck me off like a good little omega and I made you come all over my foot that I watched you rut on,” his digit is propelled into you once more, a whimper loosing itself from your lips as his eyes narrow, “that you cannot even go more than a few moments without me only proves that I managed to not only seduce you, but addict you to me,” his eyes grow darker when you clench around him in answer and then another finger is being slid inside you as he says, “You cannot even deny it, for your body will only betray you if you do.”

And he’s right, you can’t. To deny that would be to lie, and you could not lie to your alpha.

You bury your face in his neck, the tip of your ears red as a cherry.

“I cannot help that, alpha,” you gasp when he curves both digits against your silken walls as you admit, “The moon above knows that I tried.”

“And try as I have to curb my cravings for you, omega,” he draws out his digits only to impel them back inside you, your slick glazing him in your quintessence, “I need to taste your sweet juices again,” you mewl when his hand moves smoothly down until the fingers of his other hand wrap around your thigh and he squeezes at the same time that his fingers churn your insides, “and you must let me make you cum once more, beautiful mate of mine. The urge to fuck will not leave me until I have thoroughly satisfied my omega.”

“Here?” You bite at his blazer, the thick material masking your wanton sound, “Now? Is there,” you can’t stop your fingers from knotting into his shirt when another of his digits finds its place along the engorged bud planted between your legs and then your mouth is parting, “Is there no other way to quell your urges, my love?”

“None that will leave you clothed or quiet.”

His words leave your taint spilling over him and his pupils dilate until the black of them swallows the color from them, his fingers arcing within you whilst his thumb circles your clit and you’re too far gone to notice the sound of fabric tearing as your teeth shred the ashen cloth between them.

“You just had…we just-“

“It’s not enough, my love. I will never get enough of you,” his digits recede and before you can whimper, you’re being filled with not two, but three fingers that are slid slowly into you as he utters, “It matters not that I had you in the forest. The wolf in me is famished for only you,” his hand leaves your thigh and his red-streaked fingers that he’d rubbed along the bitemarks down there are slow to take your chin between them, his blown pupils catching on the black fabric of his blazer nestled between your lips and that sight has him twitch below you before he’s husking, “And if you want me to return to some semblance of sanity, hard as that is when you look, taste and smell so delectable,” he tilts your head back and you, heady with need for him, let him as his long tongue reaches for you and when it writhes against your bare neck, that’s when you keen as he tells you, “you’ll just have to fuck that into me.”

Even in the haze of lust that has taken him over, you see the creature you have fallen in love with. And you could no sooner deny him of you than the moon could reject the embrace of the night sky she coupled with every night.

“Do you need your omega, Pack Alpha?” You breathe.

“Fuck, yes, my mate. Need you so much. Give me permission to have my way with you before I start rutting into the nearest tree with your ruined panties in my mouth.”

Your walls close around his fingers that pump in and out of you at that.

He had not hesitated to take care of you when you’d become lost to your desires because of him. You had made him wait long enough. It was time you returned the favor.

Even if that meant that all eyes were attached to the both of you. As long as your alpha was sated, that was all that mattered to you.

You open your mouth, the thin scrap of fabric falling from your lips as you entreat, “Come, alpha, and indulge in your mate. Feed off me now and after, I shall let you feast on me to your heart’s content.”

“Gods, so you’re so good to me, my love,” he propels his digits inside of you and bends them at the same time his thumb swirls around the cluster of nerves arranged at the apex between your thighs, “So fucking good for me.”

You close your eyes as his tongue dips down between your collarbones and flicks against the sensitive skin there while he holds your chin between the fingers of his other hand.

“Look at me, little one. I want to see you while I please you,” he breathes before he nicks your tender skin with his fang, his tongue quick to fondle the wound as a small, sharp slice of pain has your eyelids fluttering open in silent submission.

Strangely, that sensation is pleasurable to you, but you don’t have time to think much on it before he’s plunging a fourth finger within you and that has your eyelids open as you make a sound of sheer desperation for him, your sight attracted immediately to his and it’s clear that he’s just as gone for you as you are for him with one of his pupils glazed over and swollen with lust while the other is bulbously clear with love for you.

“You’re swallowing my fingers whole right now, my omega,” he “You take four fingers so well for me… I could put my cock into you right now with how ready you are for me, little one,” he groans when your walls constrict around him, his tongue laving at the other side of your neck until you’re drenched in him as he arches a brow, “Aroused, aren’t you?” he pushes every finger knuckle-deep, your back bowing inward as you claw at his shirt while he rubs at your clit as he teases, “Does it get you going when you think about me shoving my knot into you over and over again until all you know is your alpha and how good it will feel to be pounded by me?”

“Yes, alpha, please-“

“That’s right, omega, beg,” he stares hotly at you, his fingers easily stretching you open and hitting the clump of nerves deep within you as you clamp your legs around him whilst he thrusts his digits inside you faster and faster each time before he says, “You make your alpha even hungrier for you when you plead for him.”

“Please, Jungkook. I thought I could last longer for you, but,” You swallow around a scratchy throat from all the noises you’ve been making, your thighs beginning to shake with how tightly you press him between them, “I’m close already with how you use me,” you confess, “with how you screw me.”

There is no filter to halt your vulgarity now. It has since dissipated with your oncoming heat that you can feel slipping into you with each impetus of your mate’s wonderfully long, perfect fingers.

“Damn it all, omega,” He curses, his pace quickening as he sucks harshly on the spot nestled between your neck and shoulder until a reddened petal blossoms there, “Your heat is upon you, isn’t it? Is that why you are falling apart for me so soon?”

“Ngh,” you attempt to find words, but he is relentless in the continual sheathing of his fingers into you. “y-yes. A-almost there, Jungkook. I’m almost there.”

“You look so irresistible while you’re getting fucked,” he tells you while he drives his digits into you, “and when that heat of yours demands you to be spread those legs and take your alpha’s knot, I’ll ravish you until you are a drooling, moaning mess on the bed I have lain with no other in,” he laps at the veins protruding along the other side of your neck and doesn’t stop until he’s laving it along the shell of your ear, “Now say my name, omega. Call it out for all to hear so that no one may question your need of me. After you do, I’ll make everyone watch me drink up your delicious nectar. And I,” he extracts all four digits only to insert them all in one fluid motion, the tip of each finger hitting your g-spot and your nails puncture the shirt of his that has been knotted in your palm as he growls into your ear, “I shall relish every single drop that pours forth for me from that pretty pussy of yours.”

Your core is instantly set aflame in the ire of desire at that.

“Alpha,” you cry out as you both swim in the sea of temptation, “Please, give me my release.”

“Louder, my love,” he brings his mouth forth until it hovers near your own, his eyes roving down and then back as his pace intensifies, a grunt releasing itself from him when you contract your walls around him, “Give me more and more of you.” Thoughts elude you in favor of the fingers that intrude you, your mouth falling open in an ‘o’ when his thumb pushes and whorls itself over the bundle of nerves that flower your sex as he pummels you with his fingers, “Give me everything.”

And honestly, how could you refuse him?

“Jungkook,” his name reaches wantonly for the ears of all wolves in the valley as you whimper it out, and no sooner have you heeded him than he plunges all four digits within you, his thumb fatally pressing down as he gyrates it along your clit.

It takes only his tongue to make you fall apart after that.

“I believe it’s just about time to feed your alpha again, omega,” his tongue dances along the edge of your lips before twisting into your mouth as he collects your saliva and he hums in satisfaction, “Mmm, good as that was, I want you to feed me more, my love. I want your juices to join your spit in my mouth,” he shoves his fingers into you once, twice, and then he pulls you down over the member that wails for you just as you do for him and then he orders, “Finish for me, omega, and let me have another taste of you.”

Your sex spasms around his digits on his command and your slick slides down his hand as he glides his digits in and out of you to help you ride your orgasm as he coasts his lips over your own to drink in your sounds of pleasure.

When he detaches from you, he heaves with the air he’d stolen from you, “Good girl.”

You hardly can respond beyond blushing.

Your alpha withdraws his soddened hand from between your legs and, to support you, he plants his other along your ass before bringing his soiled palm to his lips and laying his tongue along the base of where his hand meets his wrist before it is dragged upward toward his fingers, your thick essence collecting on his tongue, You watch, entranced by the way he closes his eyes to savor your flavor as he groans, “Fuck, I could get drunk off of this. So tangy and sweet,” he pops his index finger in his mouth, “and,” he’s sticking his middle finger in next, “all,” his ring finger disappears between his lips, “for,” his pinky is the last to be dipped within his mouth, “me.”

You lick your lips in answer.

He smiles smugly, his usual mischievousness returning to fleck an iris as familiar playfulness rings around his other pupil before he offers,” Can you stand? I do believe that people will begin to think some rather obscene things if I hold you like this for much longer.”

You laugh and tell him yes and he lowers you gingerly to the ground, but it’s too much to be that far from him, so you take a step into him, but your thighs seem to have other plans as numbness greys your movement and you stumble.

To anyone else, it looks like your alpha simply closed what little distance was between you, each of his hands gripping the underside of your forearm as a knowing look passes over his features before he’s cocking his head, “Still tripping all over yourself for me, huh? How precious,” he simpers, “I’ll make sure you know the many other ways I can bring you to your knees for me, pretty girl.”

You cheeks burn hotter at that. Someone clears their throat and then-

“Well, that was quite the display, Pack Alpha,” the tawny furred wolf drags out the name in obvious disdain whilst he shifts, his furs stripping themselves away from him as he rises on his hind legs until his skin is tanned as the desert sands and eyes brown like tree bark glare at him from behind your back as he speaks, “And here I was thinking that I’d made a grand enough entrance to distract you enough that you wouldn’t even think about doing to her what you just did.”

To everyone else, it had simply looked as if your alpha had been holding you tenderly. Your increased production of pheromones could easily be explained by the loss of your neckband and your alpha had been safe to act the way he had with you given he could use such an easy explanation to answer to such questionings since it was forbidden for an unmated alpha to touch an omega.

It seemed, however, that you could not fool him, the wolf that had chased you into the forest and wracked you with fear while your mate had stood guard over you then as he does now.

“And what did I do, Min Yoongi? As far as I can tell,” golden eyes sear into brown ones whilst he challenges, “It is only natural that my omega produces the taint of longing for her alpha. I have done no wrong and you would be wise to avoid accusations.”

“Oh, but you have, Jeon Jungkook. I know what you’ve done with her. I saw you in the forest,” he jerks his chin to the side to the two wolves that leer lecherously at you, though you do not see them, “Taehyung has never been very good at keeping his mouth shut, you see.”

The same fear that had frozen you in place before begins to turn your blood cold and your mate gently lets you down, his free hand ushering you behind his back as a low, dangerous growl reverberates through the air. “Is that a threat, Min Yoongi? Be careful about what your next words are. They may be your last.”

Yoongi laughs mirthlessly, “Of course it is a threat, Pack Alpha, “ he spits the words with disgust, “Word carries fast among us alphas. Surely you know this, or have you been too busy between her legs to notice?”

Before the elders can question anything, your grandmother intervenes as the whispers spread like wildfire among the wolves.

“Pack Alpha Jungkook has already been chosen by Omega Y/N, Min Yoongi. Whatever claim to her you attempt to make, you may only do so now by challenging the alpha she has selected to be her intended,” she holds her head high when she proclaims, “Per our code, there is but one exception where an alpha may touch an unmated omega prior to mating, but only if the gods have bestowed on them a divine bond that could no sooner keep them apart than the stars from the moon in the night sky.” She does not pause when the other male wrinkles his nose while she asserts, “Should you wish to challenge your Pack Alpha, you go against the judgement of the gods as the two wolves beside you have chosen to do.”

She’s hardly finished and already the male before you is speaking, “I challenge he who has been chosen by the omega and all that challenge him,” Yoongi gives an unimpressed look to your alpha as Jungkook glowers, a deep rumbling sounding from his throat in warning as the male goes on, “I offer all the gifts I have left on her doorstep for the past ten years that have been returned to me,” the tawny-haired wolf makes to step forward toward you, but your mate’s back hunches over in warning, his claws retracting from the skin between his fingers as danger flashes in his eyes while Yoongi picks an invisible fleck of dust off his shoulder.

Uneasiness has you trembling behind your mate, but you are not left to dwell on it for long. Your mate slides one arm behind his back to offer you his hand, tuned to you as ever with the melody of your breathing becoming irregular and hastened in the emotion that clogs your lungs.

You take it without a second thought, your fingers twining around his as he puts his other arm out in a protective stance over you before he furtively glances back to check on you. “It’s alright, love. I’ve got you.”

“I used to wonder about something,” the other male starts and Jungkook waits to avert his concerned gaze away from you until you’ve nodded with a fondness that saturates your eyes that is suffocating for the other male to watch as he sighs, “the jewelry, dresses, trinkets and baubles that I used to leave for her,” Yoongi pauses, the dots connecting when Jungkook’s lips rise, his expression hardening as he bares his teeth, “they always used to reek of something absolutely putrid. Would you happen to have something to do with that, Pack Alpha?”

“As a matter of fact, I did, Min Yoongi,” Jungkook taunts, “It was an absolute pleasure to leave traces of my scent all over everything I was tasked by her very father to bring back to you so that you would think not of her, but of the dangerous creature you’d unleash if you thought of trying anything with she who would become my mate.” Yoongi barks in annoyance and Jungkook doesn’t even flinch, “After all, her father did leave it to me to guard her after your first and failed pursuit of her,” your mate’s fingers squeeze your own and then he provokes the other male with the flick of a brow, “You didn’t think I hunted you down in the forest and left you a mess of tattered fur, broken claws and chipped teeth every month after she first bled was all just for sport, now did you?”

Fire rages in the other male’s expression and he seethes, “You’re going to lose not only your rank, but your bitch, Pack Alpha,” the male leches you, a maniacal look contorting his features and your gut twists uncomfortably when he decides, “and when you’re bleeding out on the ground out here by yourself, I’ll make sure I make her scream so loud that you’ll hear her,” he protracts his claws, your mate’s eyes narrowing as he threatens, “I’ll ensure you never forget how she sounds when a real alpha takes what is his and pumps seed into her until she’s full of his pups.”

Your mate’s lips part to bare his teeth and were your legs not trembling both out of fear and weakness your mate had wracked on them, you’d have already ripped the other male’s tongue out.

“It seems you do not know what it is to be an alpha, then, boy. A true alpha respects and dotes on his mate. You would make her your broodmare, which I cannot allow,” he turns his back to the alpha and his attention to you, “I would worship her as my goddess…and as my queen. Try and insult me all you wish,” Jungkook’s expression folds when you lean down, your lips finding the skin along his pectoral that is no longer covered with the way your nails had ripped it and he’s gentle when his knuckles brush along the side of your cheek as you do and when his visage falls back on the male, it hardens as he forewarns, “but I will rip you to shreds should you so much as look at her in a way I do not condone. You will find I am not merciful to those who do not revere her like the deity she is.”

“Your cock has made you soft, Jeon,” Yoongi crosses his arms, “perhaps that shall be the first thing I’ll claw off of you. I’ll make sure to stare your beloved in her eyes while I do it, too. Then she’ll have nothing to suck or fuck anymore.”

Your alpha bristles, fury scorching him with the intensity of one hundred fires as spins on his heel, his hand leaving yours as he snarls, “Disrespect my mate again and I’ll break every bone in your body for every word that I do not like,” he rounds on the smaller wolf, “She’s not something to be filled. She’s a living, breathing being and you will not speak of her in such a demeaning way lest you wish to face my wrath. Do you understand me?”

The other male doesn’t get to say anything else, for another voice interrupts him before he can.

“Pack Alpha Jungkook,” the gnarled voice of your grandmother shouts, “You have been chosen by Omega Y/N out of the three other wolves proclaiming intent to mate her. Before battle rights are given to you, you are entitled to partake in the Smearing. None of the other combatants may speak, act or do anything during it, but should you lose in the throes of combat,” she is not phased when there’s a deep growl from your mate and continues, “These marks shall be removed so that the winning alpha may give her more permanent marks as he sees fit.” Her visage flicks to the three other wolves that have made their place behind you, “Pack Alpha Jungkook, do you wish to assert your favor and your promise to her and receive hers of you?”

A common practice decades ago that had died out in the recent years, Smearing was only performed by wolves that were fated as soulmates and had not survived with the near extinction of the lupi antiquis.

In the days that the lupi antiquis roamed the earth in great population, two wolves completely taken by each other stained themselves in the blood of the other that, when the bond between them was tried and true, the gods of the moon blessed their joining together and the designs the two enraptured wolves had painted on each other marked the flesh of their human forms so that they would always be able to recognize each other- wolf or no.

As blood inevitably would draw the attention of predators and prey alike, it became the alpha’s duty to protect his mate while he carried the trace of a young, nubile omega with him. Until the omega was ready to mate, they bore the paint of their alpha’s blood and once the omega was ready, the alpha solidified the bond and gave his omega the bite of bonding that can only be given by an alpha once in his lifetime and received by an omega once in their lifetime.

While the omega carried the blood of their alpha on them, they were faced with the temptations by witches, sirens and faeries, for the alpha’s scent was indeed a fine enough lure for them in their conniving attempts to manipulate and seize the omega’s heart only to turn it black with malice so that they could eat away at the pain both of she and the mate who loved her until death did them part.

The tradition has not been performed for many a decade and the elders passively glance your direction in wait of your alpha’s answer.

“Alpha,” you beckon him and a breath hasn’t left you before he’s upon you, both hands possessively splaying on your hips as you whisper, “I want it,” you look up at him with pleading eyes, “And I want you to be the one to give it to me.”

“I would have no one else painted in designs left by my own hand, my mate, but…”

Anger has made his eyes dusky, but with a few words from you, that is dispelled completely.

“You are enraged by him, I know,” you reassure, “but think of how furious it will make him to watch you leave your trace on me when there’s nothing he can do to stop it.”

“Vindicative, aren’t you, you little vixen?”

“Only because of you. I can feel your emotions just as much as you can sense mine and you are being very loud with yours right now,” you giggle.

Your laughter is the beacon in the dark that guides him out of his own fury and he lowers his lips to the bridge of your nose to kiss you there before considering, “I do apologize for such unscrupulous behavior, my beloved. How unseemly I become for you.”

“Do not apologize, alpha. On the contrary,” you turn your face so that his mouth falls upon the apple of your red cheek, “I find it quite attractive that you get aggressive over me.”

“Pack Alpha Jungkook,” The elders voice in unison, “We await your decision on if you wish to commence with the Smearing of your intended mate. We cannot proceed without it.”

His dark hair has become tousled and you can’t help but to run your fingers through the thickened strands before sweeping to the side the tendrils of it that had fallen in front of his beautiful eyes.

Honesty clears his irises and when he speaks, his words are as sincere as the summer song that your kind sings to summon the summer rains.

“Without question, the answer is yes. It always has been,” he declares, his fingertips stroking their way down your right arm until he’s weaved his digits around yours, “She is beautiful as a rose and sharp as a dagger,” his hand detaches from your left arm and you watch with baited breath as he brings the base of his thumb to his fangs that had receded slightly so that they only protrude from under his top lip, a grimace shifting his countenance as his teeth easily puncture the flesh there to voice, “it is only she who has the power to tame me,” he turns his palm to the other side, the edge of fangs curving over the skin there, “and only she who holds my heart,” he closes his mouth over the self-inflicted wound only to lift it off, his lips painted red with his own blood as opens his palm and sinks his teeth down into the middle of it. His teeth break the skin there, blood gushing from under his lips before he rises to his full height as he says, “for her I would cross the seas, the sky, and the earth if they would bring me to her,” his fingers curl inward and with a fist over his heart, and it’s as if small rubies trickle down his appendage onto the freshly dewed blades of grass as he vows, “This mark is temporary, but I give it with the founded faith that she is my anima salit, that she is my destined love, and I shall protect she whom I will worship like a goddess and treat as my queen.”

The edges of your eyes warm with tears, and the seedlings of emotion you’d been growing for him blossom all through your chest as the elders, all at once, ask you, “Omega Y/N, do you accept the pact this alpha makes through his own blood? Do you, in turn, consent to the Smearing that will endanger you to alphas in the pack and beyond in addition to the creatures that preyed on our ancestors all for the sake of dedicating your very being to him and presenting yourself as the one true mate of Pack Alpha Jungkook?”

Like your intended, you leave not even a shadow of a doubt in your decision. Perhaps you’d known from the moment you’d caught his comforting scent that relaxed your tired muscles before being coaxed into a pleasant slumber when the breeze had carried it his essence to you in the forest years ago even before you’d begun to dream of the wolf with fur black as night.

“I consent to it all in the trust I have in my alpha to defend the desires we both have for each other,” you speak aloud, your words unwavering in the earnestness that fills them as your own hand is lifted to your mouth and you bite down on the tip of your thumb using your shorter, pointier canines that can elongate into fangs on command. You bite hard enough to draw blood before moving to the next finger, your attention affixed to no one but your alpha as you confess, “he is my light,” your index is next to be brought under your maw, “he is the savior that has finally brought himself through to my sights,” you bring your next digit between your teeth wince for the third time before saying, “and it is he who is my solace day and night,” you prick your ring finger as you go on, “for it is only he who can make me run wild,” your teeth penetrate your last digit before you open your palm and penetrate the malleable flesh until two large crescents run red along the outer corners of each side as you say, “and it is for him that I would cross the stars to be with.”

Your mate kneels on one knee as if to accept your vocalizations and something akin to wings flutter through your chest at that.

I may have been playing around with you earlier about going to your knees for me, sweetling, but make no mistake that I will kneel for no one but my woman.

You can’t help the rising of the edges of your lips at that.

Your mouth, like your alpha’s, is stained with the paint of your lifeblood as you cross your now injured arm over your chest, your marred hand turned sideways over your breast where your heart beats to the same sprightly speed as your alpha’s.

He extends his arm out, his fingers opening in offering to you. A river of red has trailed across his outstretched palm and the sudden urge to lick him clean roots itself in you, your omegean instinct to tend to your alpha burrowing into your psyche.

Your mate senses the shift in your thoughts and a playful, bounding sensation is quick to leap from him to you across the invisible cords of your bond that tie tighter together with each passing minute that you spend in each other’s company.

You can lick me all you wish, omega, but wait a little longer for me. Much as I adore your mouth, there is something you’re going to do for me first, aren’t you?

Somehow your lower lip finds itself spread under your teeth at that one.

You lower your chin to him while his eyes beseech you, your own legs bending until you too are on your knees in front of him and you sit back on your heels in a gesture of deference as you repeat what he had.

“This mark is temporary, but I give it with the founded faith that he is my anima salit, that he is my destined love,” you hold out your bloodied palm up to him, the rivulets of crimson along each finger drifting down along the banks of blood pooling in the middle as you say, “and I vow that shall remain by my alpha’s side for as long as he will have me, for I shall revere him like a deity and attend to him as my king.”

With your alpha’s attention latched onto to you, you slide your fingers along his and, responsive as always, he soon furls his digits inward so that your palm is lain against the backs of his fingers while the other side covets your own like a long lost treasure.

Your heart pounds as he brings your blood-laden hand towards his mouth, his lips pressing against the flesh along the back of your hand.

“A king does not serve one, but is served by many,” his stained lips part for you, “and I shall attend you forever and always, for I am but your servant, my lady,” the pink of his tongue supplies its warmth and wetness along the reddened web of flesh between your thumb and index where your blood had dripped before he trailing further downward, your breath catching whilst he accumulates your essence on his tongue that had run all the way down your wrist before he swallows, “my love.”

He unfurls his fingers just enough for your blood to drizzle between his digits and merge with his own so that your essences can come together as one while his own quintessence flows along the open wounds you’d left on each of your fingers that is lain against the flesh of his palm.

As his blood joins yours and yours does with his, you can feel the crackling of something kindling beneath your flesh and when Jungkook opens his hand, it’s as if that which pulses through your veins stops at the thought of his touch receding.

Panic surges and so strong is it that your mate is all but swept forth in its tow before his free hand is anchoring itself to your thigh and eyes awash in care for you sink that emotion away as he promises, “I am not going anywhere, my mate,” his thumb sweeps itself along your knuckles, “But I want to paint you in marks that are as beautiful as you are. I have to release you to do that with this hand, but this one,” he compresses his fingers along your leg, the soft ache of the bitemark he’d left there assuaged in his touch as he tells you, “this one you can keep on you if it so pleases you.”

You nod your head in affirmation, “It does please me. You please me.”

“When did you become so vocal about such things?”

You shrug, “Maybe I have an alpha that demands that of me.”

“And demand it of you I shall continue to do,” he flips your joined hands over and guides the back of yours to the bed grass of beneath before his fingers depart from yours and he watches with interest the way your digits follow him as he utters, “I like knowing how satisfied I make you.”

“You always satisfy me,” you answer in earnest.

“Would it satisfy you to sit on the ground or on a pedestal where you belong while I paint you?”

Your body moves of its own accord when he pats his leg in invitation you don’t think twice before you’re seated atop him with each of your knees facing inward towards him while he remains knelt on the floor in front of you.

“Close your eyes for me, pretty girl. I want you to feel what I do to you before I let you see it,” he instructs.

You cock your head to the side, but do as he says because he is your alpha do not wish to displease him.

“I wish you could look upon yourself and view what I do, my love.” The pad of his thumb is dipped in the river of red along his palm before he daubs it along your inner eye and traces the skin around it before applying another wet application there and then he’s doing the same to your other eye as he confesses, “You really are the most beautiful creature the gods could have created.”

You preen at that.

You can’t see the way he takes his unmarred hand and uses the brush of his clean fingers to swirl the crimson paint along the palette of his other, his middle finger gentle as a dove’s tail as he draws a curving line from your cheekbone to the edge of your jawline, “You grew into you these,” he begins to paint down your cheekbone once again, “I remember you used to be self-conscious about them after the older omegas belittled you about them.” He adds another coat of crimson with a newly wetted digit that curves in the opposite direction he’d gone previously as he admits, “It took so much restraint to stay hidden under the cover of the trees when you went to that backroom of the schoolhouse with that little window that the sun could barely reach through. You huddled in that dark corner with your arms covering that pretty face of yours and how I longed to wipe those tears away and tell you how perfect you were.” A long finger completes the filigree of blood on the left edge of your cheek meant to appear as twisting vines as he lets you know, “Somedays I caved and got a little closer than your father would have liked, but I doubt he knew you were being mistreated by the females for having such different qualities about you that you made so wonderfully different.”

That treatment had lasted for only a week before the females that used to laugh at you silenced themselves in your presence, none of them daring to speak a harsh word of you in your vicinity or even out of it.

It had never occurred to you to wonder why, but you have an idea of who was likely behind the sudden change in their behavior.

“What did you do to them?” You question.

Your alpha’s ministrations pause for a moment and you wait patiently for his answer before he simply puts it, “Nothing they did not deserve. You’d be surprised how very persuasive I can be.”

“Oh,” you affectionately raise your free hand to entwine around a lock of his hair and though you do not have your sight to guide you, you easily find the dark strands to play with them as you say, “I know very well how you can be.”

Your alpha soon streaks his middle finger along the other side of your face in a motion mirroring what he’d just done seconds before.

“Needless to say that you were,” his digit finishes its descent before he’s soaking his ring and index fingers in his blood to supply, “You are the prettiest of them all,” one finger swirls while the other twirls around it just under your hairline, “and you always will be.” He follows the natural shape around your forehead all the way to your temples as he illustrates a braided pattern along your flesh before he finishes, “To me.”

His hand returns to the other debased in the deluge of blood that he holds out, his pointer finger dabbing into the sea of it coasting his palm before the miry texture of his essence is being spread horizontally in a spiral starting along the bone at the edge of your jaw and ending with his digit turning so that the soft pad of his finger strokes the corner of your mouth.

You nearly purr at the action.

“Surely I do not deserve such praise, alpha,” you start, but then he’s chuckling and you don’t need your sight to know that his irises brighten at your words.

“Ah, but you do, omega,” he finishes for you while the opposite side of your jawline is swept in the paint of his blood in the same pattern. “You deny that you are an exquisite creature,” his finger flows toward your mouth once again, “but allure becomes you well, my love,” his crimson colored digit glides along your lower lip to rouge it in red before it dips with his voice, “and I will make certain that you accept that just as you accept my cock, tongue and fingers within your body.”

You cross your thighs over each other and then they’re rubbing against each other in a response far beyond your fading control.

“Don’t do that,” your alpha commands, “Or I’ll push you down to your knees and have you take me between these,” his finger slots itself between your lips, “pretty little things of yours.”

You whine when his finger slips down the middle of your chin, his sight stuck on the way a drop of your saliva dribbles in descent with his digit as it drifts like a red stream along the bend of your throat.

A ripple travels down your spine as two fingers are swept, freshly dewed in the puddle of his blood, along either side of your neck from the tender underside of your chin all the way down to the sensitive notch between your collarbones in winding markings and when you release a shaky breath, he breathes it in.

“This neck of yours…it is so perfect for marking. You’ve done such a good job keeping it untouched and untainted for me, but I know it will look even lovelier with my fangs ingrained here,” he leans in and when something hot rolls around the blood cooling on your skin, you shudder as his tongue taints you. “And it is here that I will have you branded by the shades of purple, pink and red in the collar I shall leave on you with my mouth every morning, evening and night so that everyone knows you are mine.”

“Alpha,” you plead, “Let me look upon you.”

His tongue oscillates to and fro against your flesh before:

“No. I’m not done with you yet. You may look when I say you can. I want to admire you while I paint you. Now, obey me and sit atop of me until I’m finished.”

It’s as if your very blood responds to his order, for your body stills, your unbitten hand that had been playing in his hair untangling from the strands that you’d been carding it through to rest it on your lap.

You don’t see it, but he smirks as he pulls away and watches your own hand twitch in the loss of him.

His own fingers are gone for a moment, but it feels like an eternity before they are on you again. This time, his index and middle finger are joined side by side when they are laid along the bed of your flesh between your collarbones as he asks, “You want to touch me, don’t you?”

“So badly. Please let me,” you beg whilst his slippery, sticky digits descend down the exposed ‘v’ of your chest that your gown bears to him as he smears crimson along your flushed flesh.

He laughs deeply, and familiar heat stirs below your abdomen as the sound lowers with his fingers as the both of them veer around the side of your breast that peeks out from your bodice, his sharp nails grazing the underside of your mound before ascending back the way they came.

“Good, good… keep begging. Just like that, little one.”

You gasp and air isn’t necessary when his hand disappears under the bodice of your dress and, all at once, all five digits close around your tit, the thick fluid of his essence spread all over you as he utters, “I love everything about you, omega, but these breasts of yours,” he squeezes your mound and you squirm, “these are so fucking sexy. They fit perfectly in my hands like they were made just for me,” his other palm delves under the thin material that covers your chest and it, too, has been smeared in his blood as he palms at your other breast, your flesh pebbling under his touch as he says, “they are so round and firm. I can’t wait to take them into my mouth, to use them as a cocksleeve,” his fingers constrict around you and he groans when your hips buck against him, “And when you are ready to give me children,” each of his thumbs circles each of your nipples, your back arching at the action and your mate’s eyes scintillate darkly, “I shall enjoy lapping at these when they grow full of delicious milk that you’ll make because I got you pregnant. These beautiful breasts of yours are going to be so sore from how much I will suckle all the milk you have from them, little one.”

Your sex contracts around nothing and you cry out yet again.

“Jungkook,” you throw your head back when his nail pushes into your areola,” I c-can’t take much m-“

“You know,” his hands mercifully fall away from your tits, but not before he leaves a trail of blood and faint claw marks along your breasts, “And I know that you can take more because you were designed for me. You just need to get used to me, to this. And I plan on doing this,” His palms slew toward your sex even when they are still tucked under your gown and they don’t halt their descent as he utters, “On doing you very, very often.” His wrists knock against each other along the base of your loosely-fitting bodice in the slanted, angled course they’d made along your body.

“I’m, hah…” you are silenced when each thumb is crossed over the other to slather your exposed navel in his blood before each ascend where one retraces the curving, arcing designs he’s drawn along the left side of your upper half while his other hand adds its mate to the right part of your chest he’d left bare, your flesh prickling in his wake. “I am still sensitive, alpha.”

“You shall learn to like it, little one. Hedonism, you will find, makes you quite the insatiable little creature,” he flexes the thick muscle of his leg beneath you and you press your legs together, your sex contracting yet again around nothing as his hands part from you only for him to souse each of his fingertips in the blood pouring forth from the puckered flesh of his palm.

Five fingertips, each arranged in the shape of a paw, are pressed into the underpart of your wrists. “You are not used to being touched,” his digits don’t diverge from you, but instead converge closer together as he presses them to the underside of your elbow, “You are not used to being pleasured,” his fingers spread open as they slink upward along your shoulder, his lips claiming the tender spot behind your ear and suckling there as he mouths, “you are not familiar with being mounted and taken,” you moan at the thought and then a hot, wet tongue is on you as he sucks your flesh between his teeth until it is blushing in pink and purple, your cheeks turning fuchsia as he mutters, “but you will feel my body against yours so often,” his bitten, bloodied hand covers your ankle in a circlet of blood as he grabs it and in one quick movement, throws it around his waist, “and be brought to such satisfaction that you will not even be able to fathom what it was like to have gone without for so long.”

“Gods,” you whisper as he gently gnaws at your skin.

“Again you have said that name,” he clucks his tongue, “I believe I have already told you that the gods will not answer to you,” his ministrations halt and you whine when his mouth abandons you.

Dominance darkens his words, “You should not call for them, for they will not come for you. I will. Say it. Say my name.”

Your wolf lowers its head in submission.

“Jungkook,” you comply, “Alpha.”

“That’s correct,” His eyes follow his fingers when he reaches behind his back to slowly push your skirts up with one hand while one freshly wetted finger is pulled upward along your shin. “Only I can answer to your pleas and prayers now.”

He strokes your shinbone all the way up before veering sideways in a downward and arced motion along the left side of your shin and then the right with the brush that is his digit until he gets to your knee and traces the outside of it in crimson, a shudder shaking you when his hand is lost to the layers of fabric and then three digits wander astray along the soiled skin of your thigh.

Your alpha groans, “The gods cannot do this to you,” his crimson covered fingers glide easily along the slick that has entirely coated your flesh, “No other mortal man could do this to you.” His digits curve and curl upward as he draws nearer to where he’d had them minutes ago and you really can’t help yourself when you dig the heel of your foot against his back. “But I can.”

Your slick clings to his fingers until the tips of them are clad in your essence and when he drags them along the lips of your sex, you sigh shakily, “There, alpha, there-“

“Demanding, aren’t you?” He questions, his digits winding around your womanhood once, twice and then he streaks them over and across the flesh of your other thigh, your skirts hiding the lewd action for all but him as his tone darkens, “How does it feel to have my spit and blood right here, but not my cum?”

Your cheeks go aflame in the same heat that smolders your sex and you start to shift your position so you can bury your head in his neck, but you don’t make it far.

His hand is swift in grabbing at the hair along the back of your head and then pulling it, your back bending for him as he chides, “Ah, ah, ah, little one. You’ll ruin your pretty marks that I put on you. Once they dry, you may move.”

You whimper yet again.

Jungkook gives a wolfish grin, his fingers swathing your thigh in his blood in three downward slashes before his digits make their rounds around your knee. As he’d done with your other, his ministrations don’t stop until your shin is lined in red.

When his fingers desert you once more, his voice is there to embrace you.

“I’m almost done with you, omega.” One callused, bloodied finger is pressed into the notch along the base of your spine your open-backed gown has left bare for him. It is slow in its descent as it is dragged along each of your vertebrae as he says, “There is no part of you now that I have not touched or seen. What say you to that?”

“I’ve loved every second of it, but right now, I want your permission, alpha,” you suspire, his digit swaying once it reaches the tip of your spine in a spiraling motion that spans the entirety of the left side of your back.

“Permission for what?” He smirks knowingly.

His finger continues its dance along your back before it follows the bloodied path from which it came.

“Permission to look at you. To touch you.”

His finger doesn’t still as the same sensation is left upon you on the other side of your back as he asks, “What do you plan to do once I give you permission, omega?”

You lick at your lips.

“I suppose that is answer enough, but remember,” he’s careful not to mar you in any more blood when he takes your chin between his fingers to breathe, “You will tell me what you want with your words, omega.”

Your fingers find the lapels of his blazer and you urge it open even though your eyes are still closed, your preheat spell singing away your usual shyness as your entire being burns for him and you hardly even recognize your own voice when you tell him, “I should like to tear the rest of this shirt of yours off, alpha.”

His digits fall away from you and then the scent of iron is pungent in your nostrils as he brings his soiled hand inches from your lips as he orders, “Lick me, omega, and close these wounds of mine. Show me how good you are at obeying me and I will allow you to do what you wish.”

You stick your tongue out and your alpha growls when you flatten it against the palm of his hand and leave it there, your omegean saliva coating his wounds and closing them instantly.

“So compliant you are for me,” he praises as you let your tongue lift until it wraps around the longest of his fingers, “And so fucking tempting.” He pulls his hand from you, but even your saliva strings itself around his finger as if unwilling to let go as he commands, “Open your eyes, omega, and do what you will to me. You have earned it.”

Golden irises are the first to find you when your body, entirely without thought, responds to him.

The leg of yours that he’s wound around his waist instinctively closes tighter around him as you take him in, the dark tendrils of his hair arched seductively along his brows, his jawline sharp in the crimson moonlight as he stares wantonly at you.

Pure possession takes hold of you then.

“Alpha,” your hands ball the fabric of his blazer between them and you pull at them, “My alpha.”

“My omega,” he releases your chin and brings his arms down so that they hang loosely at his sides and you easily slide the blazer down his shoulders so that it joins your furs and neckband on the grassy floor in a heap.

“Your order to remain sightless this whole time…did you know what it would do to me?” You ask, your impulse to do unsightly things to the man in front of you overwhelming as the summer rain.

“Perhaps I did…Perhaps I didn’t,” he flicks a brow, “Maybe I just wanted to see how feral you’d become for me if any of your senses were denied of me.”

Headiness pumps through your very veins as you gaze up and down his form, desire latching onto you and nipping away at your better judgement as you take your index finger and bring it between both of you and both of you watch your nail sharpen and grow before you tell him, “I want you to take my wrist in your hand, alpha, and drag it down your chest until you’ve ripped your shirt in two using my hand to do it.”

“How risqué of you, my love,” his grins haughtily, his fingers closing around your wrist once more, “I love it.”

He does as you ask and is gentle in the way he coaxes your hand down, his fingers moving upward along your hand until he’s taken your index finger between two of his own and guides it down, the sheer ashen garment he’d been wearing easily shearing into two from his collarbone all the way down his abdomen.

“Take it off, alpha,” you demand.

“What if I say no?” He releases your hand, an amused expression lifting one of his lips.

“Then I’ll do it myself,” you decide, your other draping around his waist as if to keep him there.

You clutch the thin black material between each hand and it takes no effort at all to yank each side away from him so that it rolls down his arms and falls to the ground.

“Finally,” you whisper, your hands laying themselves over each defined, firm pectoral to leave a bloodied handprint and then there are five streaks that drip forth from that as you drag your digits down, down, down over corded muscle that is has been built over every inch of his body, your mouth watering at the feel of him and then your hands are sliding up along his waist, your fingers catching on the mountain of muscles that bedeck the landscape of his smooth skin even there and soon you are running your fingertips along his back-

“Slow down, my love.” He deeply directs, “I didn’t realize leaving you without visage of me for so long would afflict you the way it has. You’ve become needier. Not that I mind that, though. Matter of fact, I think it’s adorable.”

You whimper in answer.

“Whimper for me all you wish, my love, but you have become impatient,” his hand seizes both of your own and he holds them in front of you only to lean close, “and you know what happens when you let impatience take over you. You get disciplined.”

You whine in anticipation.

“You’re lucky that my marks have dried, love, or else I’d have turned you over on my knee and given them to you another way.” He utters, his fingers squeezing yours between them. Like this, your digits press against one another until all are smattered in red whilst even more of your own blood trickles along your mate’s wrist and branches along the protruding veins that bulge in his ministrations.

“I-I…I’m sorry, alpha, please forgive me,” you look up at him from under a fan of dark lashes, your instincts harking you to submit to the male.

He hums, “Mmm, that’s what I like to hear,” he releases you and sits back on his haunches, the new position affording you both of his thighs to sit back on instead of his one as he plants his hands on your hips to say, “Go on, then, omega. I shall forgive this since you are nearing your first heat. It is hard to control one’s urges as powerful as those are during your first time.”

“Thank you, alpha,” you lower your head in submission.

“Of course, omega,” his thumbs sweep themselves along your hips,” Now take your time marking me as I did you. I want you to remember this,” he resituates you until you are sat astride his clothed length, “Remember what it was like to see at what I did to you, omega, while you feel what you did to me. Now look at yourself, my love. Look at what I did to you.”

You do as you are told, a gasp leaving you as you look down at your chest, legs and arms. All over you is an impressively drawn scarlet filigree that reminds you of vines that stretch all across and over your skin.

The fingerprints he’d left on your arms resemble leaves that had fallen gracefully from the autumn boughs of oak trees you had loved to rest under during the latter, cooler months of the year when a howl had drawn you out of your den during the night and out into the woodland for hours at a time in your search to find its owner before peaceful sleep took you by your favorite creek while golden irises had looked after you from under the canopy of the oaken trees.

The very same trees you always used to meet him under in your dreams.

He’d never approached you until you were ready. Until the gods had decided you were ready.

He'd been your silent, yet watchful protector all this time and the shadows had been his home while he’d waited within them to ensure you were safe always.

Mischievousness slumbers and sincerity awakens within him when he says, “I never could tell you before, but the first time I saw you sleeping under that oak tree in the woodland when you were younger…I thought you must have been a goddess that had been sent from above. I never believed in love at first sight, but ever since that day, Y/N, I was hopelessly and utterly gone for you.” He confesses. “What you feel underneath you right now…that has never happened when I thought about anyone else. And I surely could never be with anyone else when my thoughts were only ever of you.”

His attention was warm as the sun, yet his touch could be gentle as a spring shower or hot as a winter fire. And his words…they were like the ocean tide that swept fluidly over your dried skin that could only be quenched in its wake.

Upon fate bringing you to him, you had never known happiness such as it was when you were with him and leapt through your chest while your heart danced with love for him.

Tears well up at the edges of your eyes, but it is fondness for him that draws them down and as the haze of lust is cleared away.

“Jungkook, you,” you try again, “I’m no goddess. I can’t sing or dance as you do… I cannot paint or hunt like-“

“Enough,” he puts a finger to your mouth, “I will not hear it. You are perfect the way you are. You may not realize it, but you are good at a great many things,” he shakes his head before your lips can move, “and I will remind you of that as often as I have to if that is what it takes for you to believe that. You were mistreated, if only briefly, by other omegas when you were smaller simply because they could never hope to possess what you have,” he kisses the tip of your nose as you bring your hands to his shoulders, your fingers closing around the thick muscle there as you peer up at him with vulnerability that tries to hide in your eyes as he asserts, “beauty,” he tucks some of your fallen strands from around your face behind your ear, “power,” his knuckles trail along your jaw, “intelligence, “his fingertips trace along your lip, “and of course, kindness, compassion and loyalty to your people. It is these things, among many others, that drew me to you, my love.”

You smile at him, love’s roots seeping even deeper within your being as your hands leave trails of red down his arms as you admit, “I love you, alpha. I wish I could show you how much I do with my marks, but I’ve never been very skilled with drawing things.”

Your mate croons, “I used to watch you try, you know. When you went to the forest and you had that sketchbook tucked inside that black cow hide bag that I asked your father to give to you in my stead.”

Tenderness buds within you as you ask, “You saw even that, huh?”

“They were very good stick figures, my love. I liked them very much. Just like I like you very much.”

“Could you…” you swallow, your cheeks turning even fiercer a red, “when this is all over, could you teach me to draw like this?” You let your eyeline follow the designs on you that your alpha had made before they return to your mate, your own hands lathering the underside of his arms in linear streaks of four like you’d done to the other side, “I want to paint on you like this one day.”

“I could never deny you, my love. You know that.”

You relish the sound he makes when your fingers drag down the back of his shoulders, each of your ring fingers marrying each other as they are joined along the cleft of his spine that dips in the middle as your hands descend while your other digits leave claw-like blotches down his back.

“I like the way that feels, my omega,” he rumbles out, the vibrations thrumming against your fingers as they bear down on his flesh to leave four thin scarlet lines slewing his skin on each side of his back, a thick one lining his vertebrae.

“It…probably doesn’t feel as good for you as did for me,” you blurt, your hands abandoning him before you press them against dried, dark trail of blood decorating his pectoral muscles and bring them upward, your digits opening wider as they ascend his neck, “I do not know very well how to please you, but you told me you would show me.”

“You are a natural, my love. You made me cum so hard earlier when you took me into your mouth for the first time,” his eyes close and he lets his head fall back when you spread your digits, each of your index fingers staining the column of his neck scarlet, his Adam’s apple bobbling as you pass over it, “ and even when you are not sucking me off like a dutiful little omega, you do make me feel nice. And these marks that you are giving me,” he pauses, his teeth coming down onto his tongue when your hands separate and each of your middle fingers rubs along the oily gland pulsing along his mastoid, “I am more than satisfied with them all because it is you that is drawing them.”

You realize what you’ve done and a sudden spurt of possessiveness has you smearing them entirely in crimson, your digits daubing at each gland that leaks of a secretion made entirely for you just as your own do for him as he groans, “Watch what you are doing, omega. I shall not be responsible for what happens to your gown if you keep doing that.”

His words are like liquid confidence and you drink them greedily.

You leave bloody remnants in your wake as your fingers tread onward along his chin while you quietly prod, “Is it my fingers you like or the promise of what they will do under your instruction, alpha?” your digits climb along the angular slopes along his cheeks as you whisper so small that even the wind has trouble hearing you as you admit, “because under your direction, I would do whatever you told me to.”

He tilts his head to the side, a lilt rising along both edges of his lips as he chuckles, the sound causing heat to churn in your core as your digits each etch crimson under his eyes that darken at your promise.

“Do not get me ruminating on what those fingers of yours could do, omega,” he says as your fingertips brush along his brows in their ascent only for your bloodied nails to lightly graze his temples as he utters, “I have had more than enough time to conjure up many, many fantasies and you can make a few of them a reality within the next few minutes.”

Your breath hitches and your sex clenches around nothing.

Your alpha knows. He can smell it. Can hear your shallow breaths.

He slants his head even further to the side, his teeth taking your lip between them as he teases, “You are becoming quite the lascivious little thing, aren’t you, little one? You just had my fingers inside you and all over you and yet,” his teeth burrow into the soft pillow of your lip until iron bursts all over his lip and eagerly, he laps at it, “yet you yearn for something else, do you not?”

There’s an unamused scoff behind you.

Someone else snorts.

It is Taehyung that jeers, “As revolting as this is to watch, I’ve had about all I can take. Can we get the battle for the omega started already? She stinks of the Pack Alpha and it is making me sick.”

Your alpha rises from his knees with you still held against his chest, his expression one of cockiness as taunts, “What, are you jealous, boy? I must say, I am enjoying this very much.”

“Prick,” Taehyung mutters.

“Say that again,” Jungkook sets you down carefully and holds one arm behind for you to grasp onto so that you can steady your weakened legs as he lifts his chin, “Be a little louder this time, boy, so that we might all hear what you have to say. Surely you would not have the gall to call me such a name when I nearly tore your arm from its socket a few hours ago.”

Taehyung remains silent. Jimin says nothing, but snickers behind the other wolf.

It is Yoongi that speaks next, though his eyes do not leave you as he gibes, “You really are quite shameless, aren’t you, Jeon? Would you care to tell us where you marked her? Surely you did not just play around with her skirts for the past few minutes, did you?”

Your alpha peers back at you, warmth seeping through your chest as he licks at his fangs and stares hotly at you as he goads, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Your cheeks burn like a wildfire and suddenly your soiled thighs ache all the more.

There’s the banging of heavy canes and staffs against the wooden stage as the elders call out the young wolves before you and then your grandmother steps forward, the brown furs around her shoulders swishing in the movement as her arms stretch out towards you while she asks, “Omega Y/N, it appears you have finished with the Smearing of your alpha and he, too, has concluded the second of his mating rites with you following the Offering he has bestowed upon you. The third and final part of these rites would be the Duels of the Chosen,” she looks to Jungkook and a silent understanding is met between them as his irises leave you for a second before they return to you before she continues, “As it stands, the Pack Alpha remains your champion that you have selected to fight for you so that he may join your side after a test of his strength with the other wolves that would try to win you from him. Am I correct in this assumption?”

You grip hard onto your alpha’s forearm and, at the tightening of your fingers around him, his eyes flit all over your form as they flounder with worry before they soften to gaze down upon you.

You look up at him and affection whirls within you as you say, “You are correct, Lead Elder. In all things you have said, you are right. My decision is and will always be Jeon Jungkook. There could not possibly be any other.”

Your grandmother gestures to another elder with greyed locks and a hunched stature before she hobbles back, a line of aged wolves following her down each side of the stage while the lone female elder speaks from atop it.

“Pack Omega Y/N, as you are the reason for these trials being held, you must now be restrained so that you do not interfere with the battles per the rulings of our ancestors in the tomes passed down to us on the ways of the wolf.”

The words are barely out before a loud, violent hiss rattles the very air into timid silence.

You don’t realize it is you that had been making it until your alpha’s lips latch onto yours and he swallows the sound until you’re purring.

He’s slow in the way he slides his tongue between the lips that you part easily for him and your breath ebbs into him as he strokes the cavern of you that he could spend all his days exploring.

The wet undulations of his tongue and smacking of his lips against yours deafen you to the footsteps that approach you and when you close your eyes and suck his tongue into your mouth, that’s when he growls, his mouth detaching from yours as he pants, “You do not wish to be separated from me.”

It’s not a question, but a statement.

“No,” you heave, “anything but that. I cannot just sit while you-“

“You said you wanted to please me earlier.” He reminds, “you would please me greatly if you listened to me and let the elders do what they must with you.”

You pout, “I don’t want anyone to touch me but you.”

Your alpha utters lowly, “That can be arranged, omega,” he slants his head to the side as he nears your neck only to inhale, “because I am averse to anything beyond myself laying a hand on you.” He respires and draws out his breath, warm air caressing the tender spot behind your ear as he says, “You exude, emit and emanate entirely the essence of your alpha from every bit of you with my spit and blood all over you,” his tongue flicks against your earlobe, “That body of yours belongs to me now, omega. And I will do whatever it takes to keep it that way.”

The cluster of aged female wolves led by your grandmother surround you, but before anyone can lay a hand on you, there’s a guttural snarl as your mate’s bloodied lips lift over sharp teeth, “As pack alpha,” his eyes flash,” I order you all to keep your hands off of my mate. You cannot contain her,” his long fingers to find their place on your waist before he draws one up along the side of your body, up your neck and finally settling on your cheek and you lean into his touch, your lips pressing against his palm as he stares only at you with golden irises, “For she will respond only to the one she recognizes as her alpha."

“Pack Alpha Jungkook,” your grandmother concedes, “You know what you have to do. I have kept these as you requested,” she holds her arms up, your alpha’s attention falling onto the small, ornately carved wooden boxes that the elders each carry past him. “Now it is time for you to give them to her.”

You cock your head at them.

The elders amble toward the foot of the thick tree trunk that rises from the ground for three feet before winding back and around in a timbered throne the first omegas sat upon to bear witness to the trials their alphas would go through for them.

Jungkook’s voice sets your blood alight, his touch warming your flesh as he swipes his thumb along your cheek to quietly utter, “You must be good for your alpha now, my love,” he nearly groans when he watches your tongue slip from between your lips to lick at the dried blood streaking his thumb when he makes the mistake of dragging it too close to your lips, his hand tightening on your waist as he tilts your head up, your mouth hovering far too close to his as he parts his lips to mutter, “Bear it for me, my mate. Be a good little omega and obey me when I say that you will sit there and watch me battle for you. Heed my order,” he slots his lips over yours yet never touches them to your own and when you try to connect them, his hand falls from your cheek, one index finger pressed against your mouth while his other digits grip your jaw in an obvious show of possession as he leans close, “And after this is over, I will take you in my bed, against the wall, over the table, on the fucking floor,” his tongue pushes against his cheek when you wrap yours around his digit, his fingers folding even tighter into your jaw in warning, “You’ll succumb every single time and I’ll fuck that heat out of you until you cannot even hold yourself up to present to me. But that can only come if you submit to my will. If you yield to me.”

“I want to stay with you,” you whimper as he backs you up.

“You will stay where I command you to, my love,” his voice ripples with authority as he leans close, “do as I tell you. Remember the oath I made to you, omega. I’ll give everything I have to come back to you.”

“I cannot just leave you, alpha-“ your voice is devoured by his lips that he slams against yours when he pushes you back, your spine hitting the curved edge of the wood as his hands find themselves on your hips to pull them against him.

“You can and you will. Your alpha demands it and my omega will do as I say.”

“But-“

“Careful, little one,” He’s rough with you and nips at the spot he’d bitten earlier along your lip as one of his hands rises to grasp the nape of your neck and in one quick movement, he’s yanked your head back to expose your neck in a show of possession as he growls,” you wouldn’t want to disobey me in front of all these other wolves, now, would you? I can promise that I will ensure you are reprimanded and punished later if you choose to undermine me here, my love.”

Your breath hitches when his eyes narrow heatedly and he utters low with his lips prey upon your scent gland that juts out along the side of your throat,” I should discipline you now for such insubordination,” his lips lock themselves around your scent gland and he dares to suck your skin between his teeth, his tongue flicking against your flesh as you moan aloud for all the wolves around you to hear whilst your eyes fall closed in surrender to him as he mutters,” Or shall I show you what happens when you misbehave and make you listen to me? And make you submit to me?”

His earthen scent spreads more insistently under your nostrils, your muscles releasing as his pheromones filter through and permeate you until the tenseness that had been tautening you is drawn out of you as golden eyes stare fixatedly down at you.

“Do it,” you cave, “Make me. If you do not, I will only cry out for you until you return to my side. I won’t be able to help it,” your cheeks warm under the heat of his gaze as you admit, “the bond…it has grown too strong and my heat…it will soon take me over. I need you, alpha.”

The chuckle that fills the air is dripping in dominance.

“Then I command you to sit before me, omega.”

Your very blood stops to listen to his words. It’s as if it flows to a different heart in the way your body responds and but a second passes before you are sat atop the timbered perch in front of him.

He’d given you orders before, but none like this. None where his eyes were turned black as the sky and his voice became dark as the shadows that wound around him like he was the very god of the night.

Your alpha stands tall, his eyes drifting down your shorter frame while you stare up at him.

“I command you to remain in this spot,” his hand retreats from you and you whine when he crouches, your eyes following him in his descent as he peers at the largest of the carved wooden boxes before glancing with interest at you. “And I command you not to resist me while I chain you to this oaken throne using silver forged by own hand.”

It is as if his voice shackles itself to your very bones that lock into place, your heart pounding in your chest when each of his arms shoot out so that both cage you into him as his tone deepens, “Do not worry, little one,” his pink tongue slides along his lips as dark eyes trap you. “I’ll be gentle. For now,” he makes a sound of consideration, “though, you do seem to like it rough.”

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fancybootm · 3 years

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Guy(The infamous pizza man) General/Dating HCs

Warnings: None just fluff

Redacted Masterlist

I'm going to refer to Guy's listener as Honey, as that was the first pet name he called them in his audio.

And these are long, but purely based off of instinct as there’s not much to go off of lol

- Honey makes pizza puns to Guy all the time, Guy repeats them to his coworkers

- Speaking of them, his coworkers can tell when you two have fought/ been separated for a bit since he comes into work all whiny

- Every customer he delivers to on those days will practically feel the sadness roll off of him in waves

- Occasionally he'll get a pretty hefty pity tip so it works out

- He will consistently blabber on about his different experiences w/ different customers(as we've seen in canon)

- Guy drives a motorcycle, and will drive Honey around the city

- Guy literally makes deliveries around the city all day so he knows the layout of Dahlia so well it would put a New York taxi driver to shame

- Gotta be somewhere in 30 minutes? He can get you there in 12

- Guy used to dabble in mechanics, which emphasizes his love for motorcycles

- But he eventually dropped out of college and decided to get some odd jobs to keep the lights on

- He went through a bunch of them, but he found the pizza job one day, and it just stuck

- Guy tries to teach Honey about this mechanical knowledge, he'll plan weekends with you trying to teach you the basics

- So far hes taught you how to change a car tire, so that's pretty nifty I would say

- Guy also knows a various assortment of random fun facts he will tell to the customers, trying to get better tips

- And it works actually!

- One of his favorite(and most effective one) being:

"the U.S. government considered pizza to be a vegetable in 2011"

- It gets a few chuckles out of people

- Guy knows almost every person in the Redactedverse

- Which means he often will hear random gossip about people hes never even known

- He has no idea who this Damien guy is, but one of his regular customers talks about him a lot at their DnD sessions

- Guy knows everyone, but doesn't

- You know those makeshift office weapons?

- Guy knows how to make those

- There's puncture marks all over the break rooms pin boards because he uses them as targets

- He also is a really big fan of nerf guns

- You and Guy will have nerf gun battles, occasionally fully drawn out wars

-"Honey! You've shot me! How will I ever recover from this betrayal..."

-*flops dramatically onto the couch*

- You guys keep a score board on the fridge over who wins more nerf battles

- Currently, Guy has 4 more points than you

- But you're vengeful

- It truly is, nerf or nothing. As the poets say…

- Occasionally he will snag a few of those cheap t-shirts that they sell at his pizza shop for you

- They always smell like pizza

- No matter how much you wash those shirts, the pizza scent will forever be strong

- Guy says he never notices it, Honey thinks he’s a liar

- Despite Guy being so busy with pizza deliveries, he always tries to spend time with you

- This man is so unbelievably clingy too. One day he came home and just followed you around as you went about your business in your shared apartment

- He’s so unbelievably whiny when you don’t give him attention, please be nice to him. Tell him how much you love him

- Guy is poor as hell, working a pizza job can only get you so much money

- He does have a lot of connections to other businesses owners so he can get discounts on your favorite snacks for you

- But goddamn you’ve never seen a man so determined to spoil you. Guy will go to the trenches of hell just to get you something you mentioned offhand like a week ago

-“Honey I got you that cinnamon pretzel you wanted :))”

-“Babe we haven’t been to that shop in 3 months”

- All in all he loves you, and he does his best

#redacted asmr #redacted asmr x reader #redactedasmr #redacted guy #redacted patreon #redacted pizza guy #redacted damien #redacted lasko

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cherienymphe · 3 years

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Twice Mine (Stucky x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, mentions of NON-CON, vampire!Stucky, jealous!Stucky, violence, toxic relationships, murder, animal cruelty, bloodplay

➥ this is the much anticipated final part to Twice Bitten and Twice Burned

I had a lot of fun with this series, and I hope you guys enjoy!

➥ divider by @firefly-graphics

➥ Italics = things that have already happened

➥ Non italics = present day

summary: King Steve has the reputation of the kindest king in all the land. How sad it is that such a man always seems to be burying a wife, leaving him lonely and searching for another. Seeing how Queen Margaret’s death affected you, the king hopes to raise your spirits by marrying you off to the handsome Duke, James Barnes, unbeknownst to you, sealing your fate.

The large living room was alight with the glow of the fire, the flames the only source of light in the entire room. The mansion was quiet, as it tended to be, but for the past week or so, it was a different kind of quiet. A heavy silence that was almost suffocating had descended over the place. You barely turned your head to the side, swallowing down a sigh.

You felt him before you heard him, a strong concern that didn’t belong to you taking up residence in your heart beside your own. You pressed your hand to your chest, the weight within it increasing as the sound of his footsteps reached your ears. His large hands soon found a place on your shoulders, fingers kneading into your bare flesh in what was meant to be a calming gesture. You hadn’t been calm in days.

“Come to bed,” he murmured, voice gravelly, still riddled with sleep.

You shook your head, eyes focused on the flames.

“I can’t sleep.”

He sighed, an exasperated sound as his fingers danced along your throat.

“You can’t sleep...you can’t eat…”

You swallowed, heart sinking at the knowledge that you’d been found out.

“...I’m fine,” you told him.

“Remember what happened the last time you went so long without feeding…”

His words made your eyes cloud over, the memory so fresh in your mind you would’ve thought it happened yesterday instead of centuries ago.

“...it nearly broke you,” he whispered. “I don’t want to see you like that again.”

You didn’t respond, eyes instead falling to the floor as his grip tightened.

“Y/N.”

You shook your head.

“He was supposed to be back days ago,” you murmured, throat tight. “We haven’t heard from him in days.”

He exhaled, leaning down to press his lips to the top of your head, breathing you in.

“Can you still feel him? Focus...just like I taught you...”

You could. It was faint, and you had to search deep within yourself, but you could still feel him there within your chest. A light warmth that had been there since you’d first woken up into this new life.

“I can.”

“Then he’s alright…”

“Then why hasn’t he called? Or let us know that he’s okay?” you wondered, standing now as frustration colored your tone.

“It’s not the first time, doll. He will be fine, he always is, but you won’t be if you don’t drink something…”

The dull burn in your throat became all the more prominent as he reminded you of your thirst. A thirst that you hadn’t satiated in days. You turned, reluctantly lifting your eyes to meet the blue of his.

“I don’t think I can...not without…”

You trailed off, recalling the last and only time you had practically starved yourself. The lack of control you’d had… A small sigh reached your ears, and you watched as he nodded, stepping closer until his chest grazed yours.

“Drink from me for now...and then we’ll go hunting tomorrow.”

His hand was on your wrist, pulling you with him as he stepped back. He sank into the armchair, and you straddled him, fingers pressing into his shoulders as you made yourself comfortable. He gazed up at you like you had his heart in your hands, and the corner of your mouth lifted ever so slightly.

“Anywhere you want,” he breathed.

Brushing your tongue over your bottom lip, you leaned in and sank your teeth into his throat. His hips lifted up into yours, hands curled around your waist as a low groan escaped you. Your eyes rolled as your body welcomed his blood into your system, coursing through your veins to give you much needed strength.

A hungry moan bubbled in your throat, and Steve sighed.

Someone was yelling. Even through the jumbled haze that was your mind, you could recognize that much. It was also hard to breathe. Did you even need to breathe now? Probably not, but surely you did if the way you were clutching your chest and gasping for breath was anything to go by. Could vampires have panic attacks? Could vampires go into shock?

“You killed her!”

You had heard someone scream that only moments ago, and yet here they were again. There was so much yelling, so much chaos, and through it all, the voice became clear. Both voices became clear. It was James...and Steve…

The thought of the blond made your lips curl, and you shakily pulled yourself to your feet. You glanced down at your dress, taking note of the faded blood. Your blood. You had tried to kill yourself, you remembered that now...and James had found you… Both James and Steve had found you. Then Steve had killed you.

The memories were coming back so fast. You could hardly make sense of it all, and it took some time before you remembered your awakening...James...Steve… Mary Jane. Your lips parted as you eyed the fresh blood on your dress...your hands… It did not take long for your eyes to find Mary Jane’s still body just at the foot of the bed.

“No...no, no,” you mumbled, falling to your knees once again at her side.

Had you done this? You could not recall. There were blanks in your mind, but if you thought hard enough, you could conjure the uncontrollable thirst that had taken over you. You could remember the way James had attempted to stop you, the way Steve had laughed as you brutally drank from your maid. You could hear yourself scream, grief and rage hitting you all at once just before laying waste to the room.

You glanced up, eyes widening at the torn bedding and broken furniture. There were feathers everywhere. A soft sob left you as you cradled the lifeless girl in your arms. James and Steve were still arguing, fighting even, and you squeezed your eyes shut. This all felt like a bad dream. A nightmare...fueled by the vampire in the next room.

Had you been filled with less rage, you would have marveled at how quickly you moved. You found yourself in the receiving chamber, pinning Steve to the wall before you even realized what had happened. He merely chuckled, sharp teeth winking at you, blue eyes filled with mirth at your crisis.

“You did this to me,” you screamed, hitting at him. “You did this-!”

You cut yourself off with a sob just as James wrapped his arms around you, pulling you away from the other man. He shushed you, trying so hard to calm you, but you were inconsolable. The reality of the situation, your new reality, was finally starting to sink in, and you thought that the weight in your chest would crush you.

If it was not for James’ hold, you would have fallen to the floor. You had the hardest time breathing, setting your vision straight, and you shook so violently in his arms. You could feel him pressing kisses into your hair, still damp from what had transpired only hours ago.

“Go.”

That single word broke through, and it took you a moment to realize that he was not speaking to you. He was speaking to Steve. It seemed that both you and Steve came to the realization at the same time.

“Surely you are joking…”

“I mean it, Steve. You should not be here...not right now…”

“James-.”

Steve swallowed his words as you escaped and dug your nails into his throat, and while your attack did not last long, Steve easily fending you off, you were satisfied with the blood you had drawn. You fell to the floor but made no move to stand, hands pressed into the rug as you keeled over with another sob.

“You killed her, Steve.”

“Really? Because she seems to be alive and well from where I am standing,” the king sneered. “I have the marks to prove it.”

“You threw her off of the balcony!”

There was so much venom in James’ voice, and the silence that followed was thick.

“She would have left us. Both you and I know that she would have tried again, and she would have succeeded! Is that what you would have wanted?”

You heard the wall shake.

“She did not deserve that,” James spat. “She deserved better. She deserved a painless death and a peaceful transition.”

Your nails scraped along the fabric of the rug as you recalled the pain of your body slamming into the stones below. The fear that had been enough to paralyze you once you realized what Steve had done.

“Now I must undo what you have done. I have to make this right for her...and I cannot do that with you around. You need to stay away from her for a while.”

You slowly lifted your head at James’ words, eyes taking in the scene before you. James had his hand at Steve’s throat, and you were surprised to find Steve’s cold gaze on you instead of James. He stared at you with such hatred, such contempt, and to your shock, you evenly stared back at him with the same look.

“You’re in trouble, you know that right?”

Steve’s quiet words reached where you stood all the way at the top of the stairs. You heard James sigh, and your relief at his safe return was unfortunately overshadowed by the fact that he’d gone an entire week with no call, no text, no nothing to let you know that he was okay.

He finally stepped out of the foyer and into the living room, Steve just behind him, and he at least had the gall to look sheepish. You wrapped your arms around yourself, far from cold, but just a force of habit whenever you felt particularly pouty. James threw you a small smile to which you did not return.

“I’m home, my love.”

You didn’t respond, and his smile faltered.

“You look radiant…”

Again, you ignored his words as you finally made your way down the stairs, the bottom of your dress kissing your feet. His face fell when you brushed past him and instead made your way to Steve.

“Steve, I’m thirsty,” you said with a frown, and the blond bit back a smirk.

“You just ate yesterday,” he reminded you.

“Well, I want to go again,” you argued.

You huffed when he gripped your shoulders, forcing you to face James. The dark-haired man resembled a kicked puppy, and you looked away. Steve leaned down to brush his lips against your ear.

“Cut him some slack, doll. You know how demanding business can be,” he told you.

He briefly squeezed your shoulders before leaving you altogether, and you reluctantly met James’ eye. His shoulders fell, and he took a step towards you.

“The deal didn’t go as smoothly as we thought it would. Would you believe me if I told you that doing business with humans is easier than with our own kind?”

Again, you didn’t respond. At least, not right away, and you simply raised an eyebrow at him.

“Do phones not work in Romania?”

He closed his eyes, releasing a sigh.

“I was worried-.”

“I was fine.”

“...and how was I to know that?”

He tilted his head at you, pressing the palm of his hand to your chest where your heart would beat if it could. That warmth was more prominent now that he was near, and you could feel his remorse for his lack of communication with you while he was away. His blue eyes were soft as he gazed at you.

“This is how you know,” he said.

“That’s...not the point, James,” you sighed, turning away. “I get anxious. You know that…”

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you into his chest.

“I know.”

“I don’t like it when we’re not all together. I hate when you go on these business trips by yourself,” you told him, turning in his hold. “Poor Steve has to put in twice the work just so I won’t miss you.”

James smirked, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Somehow, he manages to power through it, I’m sure,” he sarcastically replied.

You leaned in, brushing your lips along his chin, satisfied when James released a shaky breath.

“Are you coming hunting with us? I feel like it’s been so long with the three of us…”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, pink lips curving even more as he drank you in.

“Didn’t Steve say you just went hunting…?”

“...so?” you wondered, raising an eyebrow.

James chuckled, lips brushing yours as he spoke.

“You can’t get everything you want, my love.”

“You say that...and yet I always do,” you wondered, spinning away.

“We’ve talked about this, Y/N. We have to be careful,” he argued, halting your movements with a hand on your wrist. “This is a rather small town, and we stand out enough as it is.”

You didn’t respond, and he continued.

“Remember the last small town and your appetite?” he probed.

“It’s not my fault their community was filled with abusive and rapist scum. Besides, wasn’t that when I was snapping Steve’s neck every other week or so? I had to fully take out my frustrations on someone.”

He pulled you closer.

“You like it here, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“...and you want to stay for a long time, right?”

“...yes,” you reluctantly replied. “...but I’m thirsty, so…”

You ran your eyes along his frame.

“Somehow, some way, I’m drinking someone’s blood tonight.”

The scream that you let out was gut-wrenching, and you were thankful that you were deep in the woods. Far away from the village and the kingdom. The only light came from that of the moon as it hung in the sky, and for once, you wished that you were bathed in darkness instead. You did not want to see the consequences of your actions, see what you had done.

You were reminded of that first night in your new life. You could hardly breathe and hardly make sense of what was happening. Like before, the memories came to you quickly, filling in the holes that had been missing from the last day or so.

The thought of drinking blood, harming another, even if it did not cost them their life, was enough to disgust you. You had had enough, and had refused to drink for days. James had warned you. Oh God, he had warned you. You thought yourself above this life. You thought that your heart was too good for this life and that your will would overpower your nature. You were wrong, and the lifeless body in your arms was proof of that.

The boy was young, so young. He had long passed the precipice of childhood, but had yet to reach that of a man, and now he never would. You did not even remember smelling him, nor snatching him away, but when you closed your eyes, you could see it. You could see how unaware he had been as he poked through bushes to find some berries to pick. You could see the way you zeroed in on him. You could see the monster that you had become.

Another loud sob escaped your trembling lips as you rocked him in your arms, wishing and hoping that he would wake up. That it would all be a nightmare, he would wake up, and prove that you were not the monster you now thought yourself to be.

You felt him before you saw him, and when you reluctantly lifted your head, you were surprised to come face to face with Steve...not James.

“I killed him,” you sobbed.

Steve sighed, frowning at you as he approached. You had not seen him in months, only in passing really, and you had forgotten just how much you hated him. However, in this moment, you did not wish to be alone. You wished for someone to reassure you that you were not some crazed beast. Anything to stop the pain.

“Yes, well… James told me of the grand conclusion you came to, thinking yourself above your nature,” he scoffed, and you frowned.

He shook his head at you.

“Honestly, Y/N. What did you think would transpire?”

There it was again, that rage, and your lip curled.

“This is your fault. All of this is your fault!”

You were standing now, and Steve tilted his head at you.

“You did this to me. I am like this because of you...because of what you forced onto me.”

Steve took a step towards you, something in his eyes that you could not place.

“What is done, is done. This,” he pointed to the lifeless body at your feet. “...happened because of you, because you refused to accept your new reality. This happened because you tried to go against nature, your nature.”

His words filled you with an anger that you could hardly fathom, and before you knew it, your hands were on his head and then he was at your feet, neck twisted at an odd angle. You blinked, eyes widening as you realized what you had done, and you stumbled back. You hated Steve, God knows you did, but James would be far from happy about this.

As if you summoned him up, he was suddenly there, and you jumped at the sight. Your wide eyes met his just before he took in the mess you left behind, and he sighed when his eyes landed onto the boy.

“Oh, Y/N,” he breathed, sounding sad.

“I…”

You glanced at Steve’s still form.

“Steve...he...I…”

You did not know how to tell him that you had killed his best friend, but James merely glanced at Steve before chuckling.

“I assure you, Steve is fine.”

You frowned, and he elaborated.

“You did not kill him...not permanently, at least,” he explained. “You just snapped his neck. It is something like a temporary death for us. He will be alright. It is rather painful though, but...even I must admit that he had it coming.”

“He will be angry with me,” you murmured. “...but he always seems to be angry with me. He blames me for your...separation.”

“Steve has no one to blame but himself, my love” he said, kneeling beside the nameless boy.

“You...were right, James,” you whispered, choked up.

He looked to you, eyes heavy with a myriad of emotions you could not even begin to name. Regret being the most evident one.

“I thought that I could fight it. I thought that I could make myself be something that I am not. Steve was right when he said that I did not want to accept my new reality, and I hate admitting that.”

“I will help you through this-.”

“No.”

He blinked at you, standing now as he worriedly eyed you.

“I cannot do this,” you confessed.

“Y/N-.”

“I am sorry. I am...so sorry,” you whispered, leaving him there in the blink of an eye.

Your fingers tangled in Steve’s hair as he swirled his tongue in and out of you. His lips couldn’t get enough, and he pressed his fingers into your thighs, holding you down. James was far on the other side of the room, face torn between hunger and disappointment. Despite the fact that he was safe and sound, you were still miffed about his lack of communication.

“You can look...but you can’t touch.”

That was what you’d told him, and even though it was obvious how much he wanted to protest, he obeyed. Now he stood as still as a statue, hands balled into fists, face taut as he fought to prevent himself from tasting you as Steve was currently doing.

Your chest was pointed towards the ceiling, mouth parted as moans climbed out of your throat. Steve was ravenous between your legs, groans escaping here and there to send vibrations through you, making you clench around his tongue.

“Steve,” you moaned, eyes rolling.

That was what you both loved and hated about Steve. He could remain between your thighs for days on end if you allowed him to. Your voice caught when he pushed you over the edge, chest heaving and stomach tightening while the blond greedily lapped at you, refusing to waste a single drop. You could hear James swallow as Steve crawled up your spent frame, blue eyes narrowing like that of a feline.

He pulled you into his lap, bare chest pressed to yours, arms wrapped around your waist. You threw your own around his neck, nose brushing his as you let out a happy sigh.

“I think I’ve tortured James enough, don’t you?”

You grinned at him, and Steve returned it, leaning up. You pulled back, smile widening as you evaded his kiss.

“I don’t know, doll. I think he could stand some more,” he purred.

The mischief in his eyes matched your own, and you both turned to leer at James, your cheek pressed against Steve’s. You offered your hand to James, and it was impressive how fast he moved, taking your hand and pressing his lips to yours. You moaned into the kiss while Steve trailed his own lips to your neck.

Your teeth scraped along James’ mouth, drawing blood, and your body buzzed at the taste. A low moan crawled from James’ lips as you leaned down to sink your teeth into his throat, his hand coming up to twist into your hair. You pulled away with a sigh, Steve’s mouth seeking out your own, eager to taste James on your tongue. You could hear the dark-haired man swiftly undressing, pressing his chest to your back in no time, eager to make his absence up to you.

“You need to come back.”

You froze, eyes focused on Steve as he stood in the tiny cottage you had taken up residence in, making the space look that much smaller. You swallowed as you eyed him, recalling the last time you saw him in which you had snapped his neck. That was the last time you saw James too. That was months ago. Your emotions must have been all over your face because Steve simply smirked.

“Relax. I am not here to snap your neck as you did mine,” he assured you, stepping further into the place.

He looked as regal as he always did, blond hair neatly pushed out of his face.

“Nor would you be in the right to. If anything, you had it coming from the moment you killed me,” you hissed.

He narrowed his eyes at you, and you continued before he could speak.

“Why are you here? How did you find me?” you demanded, genuine confusion coloring your tone.

“Do not be daft, sweet Y/N. We have known of your whereabouts this entire time. If it were not for James, I would have dragged you back to the castle long ago, but he insisted that you needed time,” he explained.

“...and yet here you are.”

Steve’s jaw ticked, and he neared you.

“Yes. Here I am, because you need to come back,” he repeated.

“Why?” you scoffed. “...so you can torture me some more? Make my life as miserable as your heart?”

“He is not the same,” Steve suddenly said, making you swallow your words. “He needs you.”

The thought of James sullen and wasting himself away was enough to make your heart clench, but you simply folded your arms over your chest, glancing away.

“I am happy here,” you told him.

“Really? Happy here to feed on the squirrels and the deer like some beast of the wild?” he sneered.

“What is it to you?”

He was on you in a flash, fingers pressing into your jaw so harshly you could have sworn you heard it crack. His nose brushed against yours as he glared into your eyes, an untamable fire behind his own.

“It means something to me because I wish to see him happy. As much as I despise your very presence...he is not himself whilst you are gone,” Steve told you.

You scoffed.

“Are you no longer enough for him? Funny, because whenever I was around, all he seemed to do was put you first-.”

You cut yourself off with a gasp as he slammed you into the wall, the small house shaking from the force. Your eyes watered and your lips trembled as you glared at the man before you, the man who had killed you.

“I am giving you one week. One week to do what you must. Drink from all the animals you like, tear through every tree while imagining my face on them, get whatever you must out of your system,” he began.

You looked away, and he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“If you have not returned in a week, if you run, I will find you...and I will drag you back...but not before reminding you of just how cruel I can be,” he purred.

You pushed against him, and he merely moved to catch your wrists, slamming them into the wall. Steve's forehead was pressed to yours, and you could not meet his eye.

“You may not be as weak as you once were,” he started, forcing his knee between your legs. “...but you will never be strong enough to fend me off. I have no problem reminding you of that.”

He brushed his lips over your trembling ones, and then he was gone, ruining your peace once again. You cried for the first time in weeks that night. You had no doubt that if you ran, Steve would find you. You did not know how they even found you to begin with, but it was scary to think that they knew where you were this entire time without your knowledge. What else were they capable of?

As much as you did not want to, it was exactly one week later that you found yourself returning to the castle. It was late in the night, all of the servants and any other guests fast asleep, when you walked through the doors. James was there before you hardly got a foot inside, and you were in his arms before you knew it.

“I have missed you,” he sighed, squeezing you to him.

He breathed you in, and you found yourself doing the same, reluctant to admit that you missed him too. For a moment, you were reminded of a time where you felt safe in his arms, and you wondered if you would ever feel that again. When soft footsteps reached your ears, you looked up, Steve’s eyes meeting yours as he stood behind James, practically bathed in darkness. It was then that you realized the answer was no. You would probably never feel that again. Not while Steve was around.

Contrary to what you had thought, the time that followed was far from miserable. Steve still kept a safe distance, and James did his best to teach you about your new life. Whenever you did see Steve though, it was cordial...polite...but tense. There was something unspoken in the air that you were reluctant to give attention to. It stewed for the longest time until James was the one to finally bring attention to it.

“We need to talk, my love,” he said to you one evening.

You had frowned a bit, but eventually closed your book, giving him your full attention. You could not read his face, and that worried you.

“It is about Steve,” he began.

You swallowed, straightening.

“What about Steve…?”

At this point, it had been two years since your death that was somehow both literal and metaphorical, and you had not come any closer to softening your heart towards the king. You hardly saw him, hardly spoke to him as he continued to do as James asked and gave you the space to make your transition into this life much smoother.

James sighed, reaching up to brush his thumb along your cheek.

“It is meant to be the three of us…”

You looked away, heart sinking as you realized what this was about.

“That is how I envisioned our future, and I hope that we can get back to that some day.”

“James…”

“I am not rushing you. Believe me, there is still much anger in my heart towards him for what he did, and I know that my anger cannot ever compare to yours. I only wish to remind you that this is what I hope for us some day.”

You did not respond, and he continued.

“I am bringing this up because I have spoken with Steve...and he will be doing his best to make amends. I want you to expect that…”

Yours eyes met his, and he left you with a small smile. You soon found out that Steve’s version of making amends was to buy you things you had never asked for.

“It is all the rage in France,” Steve huffed as you turned your nose up at the gaudy necklace.

“Well, I am sure they will appreciate having it returned to them,” you snidely commented

Fed up, he threw the necklace to the ground, pointing a finger at you.

“You are being unnecessarily difficult,” he hissed.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted as you stared at him as if he had grown a second head before your very eyes.

“This...,” you picked up the other jewels he had brought. “...means nothing. All of this means nothing!”

You threw them at him, taking great satisfaction in the offended look he wore.

“You killed me!”

Two years worth of anger and hurt had been stewing. Your fingers trembled and your body vibrated and your eyes burned as you stared at the blond man before you. Your murderer.

“You taunted me and made my life hell for years! And then...and then you tossed me...off of a balcony,” you shakily gasped. “...and you think that your money will atone for that?”

Steve said nothing, face taut as your words hit him square on.

“You think these meaningless things will undo what you have done? How on earth did you manage to keep the throne all these years with nothing between those ears of yours?”

He was quick in invading your space, and his chest heaved with barely contained anger as you glared at him.

“You will watch how you speak to me.”

“Or what? You shall kill me? Again?”

He said nothing, and his nostrils flared.

“James will end your pitiful existence the minute that you do,” you spat.

The words had just barely left your mouth when his hand found your throat. Having anticipated this because Steve was nothing if not predictable, you grabbed the bejeweled dagger he had tried to gift you, plunging it straight into his chest. You felt no disgust when he coughed, blood flying past his lips and onto your face. You could only feel satisfaction as you watched the pain register on his features.

Your gratification did not last long as you watched him swallow down the ache, a troubling laugh escaping his bloody lips. His wide eyes took you in with something you could not name, but if you did not know any better, you would think it was pride. He chuckled again, his hand coming up to cover your own that still held the knife in his chest. He leaned in, with difficulty, and brushed his blood-stained lips over your own.

“Word of advice...a piece of wood is what you desire.”

He tightened his grip on your hand, and you winced, gaze never parting from his.

“Also...you might want to aim a bit higher next time,” he said through clenched teeth just before ripping it out.

You gasped as he snatched it from your fingers, quickly fisting his other hand into your hair, pressing the blade to your throat. You just felt a trickle of blood when James came bursting into the room. He was quick to pull Steve away, pinning the king to the wall.

“Have you lost your mind?”

Steve merely chuckled, a smirk on his pink lips.

“We were just having some fun. Right, Y/N?”

He looked to you, and you merely huffed, brushing past them both, ignoring James as he called for you. You did not see a future in which you would ever forgive Steve for what he did, what he put you through, but you could not accept one in which the two of you were constantly at each other’s throats. Something had to give.

Is this what you had come to? Is this who you were now? The thought was enough to make you sick, but surely it was the only way? Right…? Steve did not stir, and his body was warm beneath yours as you tightened your hands around the stake. The entire time that you whittled it, you kept wondering to yourself if this was what you really wanted to do? Could you even do this?

You pressed the end of it to his chest and swallowed. Would James hate you? He would be mad, that was for sure. That was to be expected even, but surely he could grow past this right? If your heart was able to beat, you were positive that it would be threatening to leap from your chest this very moment. Why were you scared? Why were you nervous? Steve deserved this...a thousand times over.

You were having doubts, and you did not want to admit that. You had stewed over this for months. Months of arguing and fighting. How many times had you drawn blood from him and vice versa? How many more? You jumped, startled when a hand closed around both of yours, and you lifted your gaze to meet the unflinching one of Steve. It suddenly occurred to you that he may have been awake this entire time.

You sharply inhaled, but he simply smiled, pink lips curving upwards ever so slightly.

“Do it,” he urged.

Your eyes widened, and you almost listened to him, but you faltered.

“Go on...do it…”

His blue eyes glinted with something unknown, and his teeth winked at you as he grinned.

“...why?” you suddenly wondered. “Why do you want me to?”

He tilted his head at you.

“You must learn to survive this life one way or another…”

You frowned, heart sinking at that.

“I… James…”

Steve hummed, nodding.

“Yes. He will be quite angry. I daresay he might even kill you,” he told you.

Your eyes widened at that, chest clenching.

“...the same he would do to me should I ever take you away from him.”

Your shoulders dropped at that, and you blinked.

“He loves us both...and he does not intend to live the rest of his days without either one of us by his side. I may not like this, but I have come to accept it.”

You glanced away, his words taking up residence within you.

“...but if you cannot accept this, then by all means...drive that stake through my heart. Truly become what you are and take what you must. That is how you survive this life…”

There was that phrase again. You did not like it, did not like the way it made you feel, and with a disgusted gasp, you dropped the stake. You held your hands up and away from Steve, chest heaving as you shook your head.

“No...no. That is...not how I wish to survive this life,” you told him.

You chanced a glance at him, finding that his eyes had darkened considerably. With a growl, the stake was in his hand, and he had flipped you, hovering over you as you trembled beneath him.

“Then you are weak!”

“Fine!”

He had not expected that response, and he looked taken aback. His fair hair brushed his forehead, thin shirt hanging off of his shoulder as he frowned at you.

“Fine...then I am weak. Call me whatever you like, Steve, but that is not me...and it shall never be me.”

You could feel the tip of the stake pressing into you through the fabric of your gown, and you swallowed, eyes boring into his.

“If you wish to drive that stake through my heart, to take what you want, then you may do so, but that is not who I am,” you quietly said. “I am not you.”

As much as you wished you could be, you were not like Steve. God knows that you hated him, and a part of you even hated James too, but killing Steve would hurt James, and you could not do that. You would not be able to live with yourself. Steve stared at you for a long time, and for a moment you thought that he would, but all too soon, you heard the piece of wood clatter to the floor. He remained hovering over you, hand on your neck now, and you swallowed as a shudder passed through you. His chambers were quiet as you simply stared at one another, and you thought to yourself how horrible it was that someone so demented could be so beautiful. Life was most cruel.

“I hate you,” you suddenly whispered.

Your words did not affect him, but you repeated them anyway.

“I hate you so much. I do not think you can ever imagine just how much I truly hate you, Steve,” you mumbled, tears kissing your eyes.

The king leaned down, nose brushing along yours as he hummed. Your lashes fluttered, hating the way heat swirled in your gut with his movements.

“I shall never forgive you.”

“It is not your forgiveness I seek,” he said.

He settled in between your legs, forcing them around his waist as his lips pressed against your neck.

“Then what do you seek from me…?”

His sharp teeth grazed your throat, and you curled your hands into fists, nails pressing into your palms. Your world was suddenly spinning, and you found yourself on top of Steve yet again. One of his hands pressed into your waist, holding you to him while you laid your palms on his chest. Even in the dark, the blue of his eyes appeared darker. Just as you were about to move to get off of him, he sat up, pressing his chest to yours.

“I-.”

Your words died on your tongue when he pressed his thumb to your mouth, scraping it over your teeth, and your eyes rolled when his blood fell onto your tongue.

“Show me how much you hate me,” he purred, leaning in to sink his own teeth into the skin just above your breast, piercing it through the fabric of your gown.

You had your way with Steve that night, hips moving over his as you sought out your climax again and again. You bit him, scratched him, left marks on every piece of flesh you could get your hands on, and he welcomed it all. Steve enjoyed a bit of pain, you realized, and you were shocked to find out just how much you enjoyed giving it to him.

By the time you were done, the sun peaking through the window, the sheets were stained with blood. Steve was fast asleep, breathing faint, and you were leaving his chambers, feeling a bit shameful in your bloody gown from the night before. You were surprised to find James awaiting you when you entered the corridor, and you jumped a bit, pressing a hand to your chest.

You were unsure of what to say. For some reason, you thought James would be mad, but then you remembered that this is what he wanted. You frowned as he approached you, leaning in to press his lips to yours, tasting Steve’s blood on them. He did not completely pull away, and you felt the corner of his mouth lift.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

You reared back, eyeing him and the small smirk on his lips, and you suddenly wondered just how coincidental your night with Steve was...or if outside forces had come into play.

You glided through the sea of bodies, the flashing lights doing little to obstruct your vision. The club was otherwise dark, everyone around you too preoccupied with drugs or alcohol or the person next to them. Steve and James were currently knocked out at home, and while vampire blood quelled the thirst, it wasn’t what your body lived on. Venturing out for a few hours wouldn’t hurt anyone...or so you intended.

Unimpressed with the slim pickings before you, you exited the club. It was a nice summer night, but it would be much nicer if you could find something quick to eat. You heard the footsteps behind you as you made your way to your car parked on the side of the street, but you didn’t think much of it. At least, not until a warm hand wrapped around your wrist. You spun, eyes wide and confused.

The man before you had a fair complexion, hair dark and eyes darker. His facial hair was tasteful, jawline sharp, and under different circumstances, you might have found him attractive, but he wreaked of malicious intentions. You only discovered what those intentions were when he pushed against you. You allowed him to, looking at him like he had a death wish as he pinned you to your car.

“I saw you inside the club,” he said.

“...and?” you wondered, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Just a bit surprised to see a girl like you all alone… Dressed like that, you must be looking for something,” he grinned.

You scoffed, pushing against him.

“Get lost, creep.”

He snatched your hand, applying what you were sure he thought was painful pressure. You glowered at him as he pressed himself more firmly against you, and you could feel him hot and hard beneath his jeans.

“I really hate teases like you, you know,” he sneered. “You come out dressed like whores, knowing exactly what you look like, what kind of attention you’re looking for, and then when you get it… You get all surprised on us.”

You tilted your head at him, eyes narrowing.

“Nobody plays hard to get anymore. We see right through it.”

You pressed your lips together, mind whirling as you looked away. With a smirk, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. He groaned into your mouth, tight grip still on your hand. When you pulled back, you licked your lips, brushing your nose against his.

“You caught me,” you chuckled. “Wanna come back to my place? I’ll drive.”

He grinned at you with a nod, taking a step back. By the time you got behind the wheel, he was already seated. He whistled at the interior of the car, and you threw him a sly smile as you started it.

“This yours?”

“It’s my ex’s,” you told him with a shrug.

It wasn’t a lie. James had been your ex at the time, angry with him for something you could hardly recall. The not-so-breakup breakup lasting a few months before Steve intervened. You just didn’t mention that you and said ex were happily back together.

The would be rapist talked the entire way as you sped down the road to upstate New York. If he took note of the long commute, he didn’t comment on it. Then again, why would he? He was far too preoccupied with getting laid. When you pulled up in front of the large and isolated mansion, you noticed the way his eyes briefly widened. The corner of your lips lifted just a bit as you took note of the way his heart skipped a beat.

The house was quiet, lighting dim when you entered, and you wondered if they were still asleep. You hoped not. You knew they had to be hungry. Before you could think more on it, the man behind you, Brock was what he called himself, wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. You didn’t react as he pressed kisses to your neck, your hungry eyes looking around for any sign of Steve or James instead.

“This is a nice place, kind of big for one woman.” he commented.

Footsteps reached your ears, far too soft for him to notice, and you bit your lip, fighting a smile.

“I agree,” you breathed, spinning around to cover his lips with your own.

His hands were tight on your waist, lips hungry and tongue searching, and the only reason disgust didn’t fill you was because you knew this would be worth it in only a matter of seconds.

“Doll…?”

You pulled away, ignoring the look on Brock’s face as you turned to grin at Steve. Your hands were on the raven-haired man’s face, your own visage practically glowing.

“Stevie,” you coolly responded.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened as he took in the way the strange man held you, and your stomach flipped. You skipped towards him, hanging onto his arm as he continued to stare at the other man, a thousand ways to kill him running through his head, no doubt.

“What is the meaning of this?” he quietly demanded.

“What the fuck is going on?”

You ignored Brock, pouting at the blond man.

“He thought he could make me do whatever he wanted, Steve,” you whispered.

His head snapped towards you, jaw clenching as he ran his eyes over you. He knew that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, but it was a habit he had no intentions of breaking.

“...so...I thought I’d bring him home…”

A smirk danced along his lips.

“Is that so?” he wondered, slowly turning to face the other man who was seconds away from leaving.

Too quickly for his eye to see, Steve was upon him, a hand digging into his shoulder. Brock barely had time to make any kind of noise before your husband was brutally tearing into his throat. You quietly approached them as Steve greedily drank from the skeevy man. He was dead by the time you reached them, and Steve lifted his head towards you, face stained, blood crawling down his neck.

He growled before smashing his lips against yours. You were reluctant to admit that the dead scum tasted better than you thought he would, but fear always did make the blood taste sweeter. You heard his body drop to the ground as Steve pressed his hands into your neck, tongue tasting the inside of your mouth while yours tasted the blood on his. You only pulled away when you heard a sigh, and you both turned to face James at the bottom of the stairs.

“What have I said about in the house?”

He sounded exasperated, but didn’t look particularly upset. You had the distinct feeling that he heard everything, and the reluctant smile that found its way onto his lips confirmed that. He beckoned you over, and you complied.

“Still mad at me?” he wondered, pinching your chin.

“No,” you said, shaking your head.

He pecked your lips.

“Good. I’ll help you get rid of that, Steve...and my love?”

He had brushed past you, and you turned to look at him expectantly.

“Yes…?”

“Never in the house,” he lightly scolded.

You returned his scowl with a grin.

The shard broke off deep into his neck, and Steve hissed, reaching to dig it out just as you plunged the other half into his chest.

“Fucking hell!”

Your palm connected with his cheek just before he shoved himself away from you, and you were determined to follow when strong familiar arms wrapped around you from behind, pinning your arms at your side.

“Let go of me,” you cried.

“Y/N-.”

“Let. Go. Of. Me!”

James did not listen, and instead you found yourself pinned to the wall, his arms preventing you from moving. You glared past his shoulder, trying in vain to kill Steve with your vision alone. The blond winced as he tore the broken glass from his neck, blood soaking into his shirt.

“He killed him,” you spat, lips trembling as the pain in your chest flared with the reminder of what Steve had done.

The man in question snapped his head up, eyes dark with anger and jealousy while his lip curled over his teeth.

“And I would happily do it again,” he sneered.

“He was my friend!”

“He coveted you,” Steve hissed, face only a hair’s width away from your own now. “You would think that after 400 plus years on this God forsaken earth, you would realize that.”

You frantically shook your head.

“No. Not everyone is like you, Steve. Not everyone has the worst intentions,” you screamed.

Steve simply rolled his eyes, turning away as he removed his shirt. You looked to James for help, anything to back you up, but he did not look the least bit remorseful about what Steve had done. He sighed, and you frowned.

“I gave Steve the okay,” he quietly confessed.

Your eyes widened, and you stumbled back out of his now loose hold. You stared at him in confusion, fighting to understand what he was telling you.

“W-what? You...you told him to kill Clint?”

James did not respond, and you swallowed, a sharp pain traveling through your chest.

“...why?” you softly asked. “He was my friend. He made me laugh, he listened to me…”

You ignored Steve’s scoff, and James reached out to brush his thumb over your chin.

“We cannot get attached to humans.”

“You did,” you threw at him. “Or have you forgotten how I ended up in this situation to begin with?”

Anger briefly flashed over his features, and you tilted your head at him.

“That was different-.”

“How so? Was it different because you can do whatever you want while I cannot? Or is it different because you felt threatened by him?”

James pressed his chest to yours, staring you down with a look you had never been on the receiving end of before. You shuddered, and he took another step forward, forcing you back.

“Threatened by a mere human who we snuffed out like it was nothing?”

“I enjoyed being around him. I enjoyed learning about the ever changing world. He reminded me of a life that Steve so cruelly ripped away from me, and you hated it,” you whispered.

James’ silence spoke volumes.

“Admit it. You were terrified that I would...what...turn him? Then run off into the sunset, leaving the two of you behind?”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“How quickly you forget that I am nothing like you...and that I could never do to someone else what you have done to me,” you snidely told him.

James sharply inhaled, straightening to his full height.

“You are ours, and it will remain that way until the end of time.”

You looked down, but James’ hand on your chin forced you to hold his uncharacteristically cold gaze.

“...and Steve and I will kill whomever we see fit to ensure nothing disrupts that.”

You snatched your face out of his grip, tears in your eyes.

“He did not taste half bad. You should have drank from him when you had the chance,” Steve chuckled.

Only a moment later, your hands were on his face, and he collapsed at your feet. Anger coursed through you as you stared down at him, wishing you had the strength and callousness to drive a stake through his heart. James heaved a sigh from behind you, and you felt him approach.

“You cannot keep doing that every time he upsets you, my love.”

You turned to face him, frown deepening when he placed his hand on your cheek. You copied him, placing your other hand on his other cheek, before breaking his neck with a grimace. You scoffed, shaking your head at them both before storming out of the room.

The storm raged around you as you stared down into the overgrown grass. Centuries upon centuries had passed, and while it was certainly not as grand as it had once been, the basic structure of the castle remained. You had no doubt that in the years to come, it would be a tourist attraction. Nothing else from the building mattered much. The only thing that was of some importance, the balcony, remained, and that was all that you cared about.

You pressed your hand to your lips as you looked around, feeling like it was only yesterday that you had been here. If you thought hard enough, you could recall the early days of your marriage, filled with innocence and naivety. You could even recall the respect and admiration you’d had for Steve then, back when he was a king. Your relationship with the blond was much more complicated these days than you cared to admit.

And if you really relaxed, really thought hard enough, you could see her smile. You could see the way her hair caught the sun, looking almost red at times. You could hear her laugh at some jest that was far too inappropriate for a woman to make back then. If you thought hard enough, you could see...her.

You didn’t realize that you had closed your eyes until they snapped open at the familiar warmth in your chest that was growing by the minute. You hadn’t intended to bond with Steve that night, it sort of just happened, and the damage had been done. At least he had taught you how to feel his presence deep within your chest, a warmth that was always there but had not realized was James...and now Steve too. It was how James always found you every time you took off. You didn’t like that he’d hidden that from you…

You didn’t need to turn around to know that he was there. You could feel him like he was touching you instead of way on the other side of the room. He didn’t say anything, and you got the feeling that James had grown worried, had told him to come find you. After all, it had been a few months since you last saw them. It was how you coped when you couldn’t stand to look at their faces. You could feel Steve’s surprise at finding you here.

“Why did you kill her?” you suddenly wondered, voice quiet.

The rain was loud, words drowned out even more as you were on the balcony, but you knew that he heard you all the same.

“I loved her...and you took her away from me. Why?”

“...because I couldn’t control her,” he eventually responded, equally low voice reaching your ears.

Steve didn’t sound boastful, he didn’t even sound satisfied with himself. In fact, the vampire behind you almost sounded regretful.

“...and me?”

You blinked, tears skipping down your face as you finally turned to face him. Your eyes met his, and his jaw clenched as he took note of the way your own shined.

“Why did you kill me?”

Steve didn’t answer, and you stumbled towards him.

“Why, Steve? You...you threw me off of that balcony. You took my life into your hands, and you just crushed it! Like it was nothing… You killed me.”

“I know-.”

“You killed me!”

You shoved him, and he let you. He swallowed, reaching for you. It was always so fresh in your mind. Your fear, the cruel smirk on his face, his heartlessness...and then the pain. The way he laughed when you had killed your maid. Mary Jane. So many had died as the result of his own selfish desires...

“I know, I know.”

“You killed me, Steve,” you cried, hitting his chest, his shoulders, his face.

He merely blinked as you slapped him again. You could feel his own regret and his own despair and it made you angrier. It was centuries too late.

“You killed me, you killed me, you killed me,” you repeatedly sobbed, shoving him and shaking him over and over again. “Why?”

You fisted your hands into his shirt, yanking him.

“Why did you kill me, Steve? Why...why did you do that to me?” you shakily mumbled, lips trembling.

Steve pressed his hand into the back of your head, the other at the small of your back, and you fought against him.

“You were going to leave us,” he reluctantly said. “You were going to leave me…”

You didn’t meet his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“My feelings then may have been just as complicated as they are now, but I only knew that I couldn't let you leave,” he confessed.

You shook your head, a sob caught in your throat.

“You would have tried again...and you would have succeeded,” he breathed.

He was right. You both knew that he was right, and you would have tried again. After all, at the time, you thought it was your only way to get away from him. Steve’s lips sought out yours, and you turned your head away. His regret threatened to suffocate you.

“I’m sorry,” he exhaled.

You shook your head again, turning away every time he reached for your face.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, lips finding yours.

Your back hit the wall, and you could feel his own lips trembling against yours. Your salty tears mixed in with the kiss, and you cried harder at your despair, his regret, and your inability to change the past.

“Forgive me,” he pleaded into your mouth.

“No,” you whispered back.

His lips traveled to your jaw and then your neck before kissing the fabric of your dress as Steve fell to his knees, begging for your forgiveness every step of the way.

“Forgive me, forgive me,” he chanted.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he fiercely kissed your stomach, pressing his face into your dress as he continued to beg for your forgiveness. You never thought you’d see the day where Steve would be on his knees, begging you to forgive him. After all, once upon a time, he’d told you that your forgiveness was not what he sought...and once upon a time, you said you’d never give it.

As your fingers tightened in his hair, you thought to yourself that perhaps you could forgive him. You could feel his remorse, feel how what he’d done had been eating at him. It had been doing so for quite some time, but you’d always tried to ignore it. You never thought a day would come where you’d even consider forgiving him for making your life hell, killing Peggy...killing you, but as his pleas reached your ears, you were tempted to give in. Maybe you would forgive him some day…

In one quick movement, you’d snapped Steve’s neck, and he heavily fell at your feet. You stood against the wall, trembling and crying. Your fingers shook, and in all the years you’d done that whenever Steve made you incredibly angry, for the first time ever, it did not bring you joy.

Maybe you would forgive Steve someday...but today was not that day.

Your watchful eyes followed the children as they ran across the street. Despite their ratty clothing and dirty faces, bright smiles adorned their lips as they laughed and played with one another. The owner of the orphanage, a kind and homely woman, ushered them along. You caught her eye and she waved. You returned it with a smile, James and Steve hardly paying you mind as they conversed about their investments.

You had more money than you could ever dream of, so you donated to the orphanage often. The children who always lived there always looked their best now, but you could see that these kids were new. You watched the way they played amongst each other, running around Ms. Jane, their giggles reaching your ears as she fought to settle them down.

“My love?”

You were pulled from the scene at the sound of James’ voice. His brows were furrowed, and he looked concerned.

“Are you alright…?”

You nodded at him.

“Of course.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it wasn’t entirely true either. You were certain that James could feel that, and that was probably why his face briefly pinched before it smoothed out. He reached past Steve to brush a finger over your cheek, a small smile on his lips just before he turned away. You quickly glanced at the children again before tightening your hold on Steve’s arm.

“Steve…”

You glanced to him just as he turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Can vampires procreate?”

You didn’t like to ask James these things. He had a habit of withholding information from you or even just downright sugarcoating things. You could feel his eyes on you, and you ignored his gaze as you waited for Steve to answer. He threw you a strained smile.

“No...but we sure love to try,” he joked, and you reluctantly chuckled.

You looked away from him, and he brushed a finger over the back of your hand.

“Why do you ask?”

Your eyes strayed to the laughing children again, and you shrugged.

“Just curious, I guess…”

You could feel their concern, but you ignored it, and days later, the conversation was forgotten altogether. But every now and then, you thought about those children, about where they lived. Despite the fact that you’d put a lot of money into the place, they still deserved a proper home.

Steve and James were gone when you left. It was late, and they were meeting with shady businessmen, no doubt. Times were different. It was the 1910’s, an age of cars and alcohol and money, and every man wanted to do business with the elusive Steve Rogers and James Barnes. You smirked to yourself, thinking on how everyone thought them to be descendants of royal blood, unaware that they were indeed the original royal blood everyone thought them to be related to.

The night was cold, not that you could tell, but the frost on the windows and the shivers from the men that you passed told you so. You ignored the strange looks they gave you, a woman such as yourself out so late by your lonesome? That was one thing that hadn’t changed in the years to come. The orphanage was in a better part of town, away from the seedy bar and brothel, no predatory and violent men around to disturb the peace of the children.

You could hear a horse and carriage far off in the distance as you stared up at the building. All of the windows were covered with curtains, and when you listened closely, you could hear the calm and even heartbeats of all the children inside. All except one. You frowned when the door opened and a little boy stood in the open doorway with an empty pail. His eyes widened at the sight of you before a smile eventually graced his lips.

“H-hello,” he hesitantly stuttered.

You stared at him for a long while, blinking at him before eventually squatting to meet him at eye level. He couldn’t have been any older than seven.

“Hi,” you breathed. “What are you doing up so late?”

If he was frightened by your sharp teeth, he did not show it. His heart didn’t even stutter. He held up the bucket with a shrug.

“I wanted to get some water for in the morning, so that Ms. Jane wouldn’t have to,” he told you.

You let out a light laugh.

“That is so sweet. What is your name?”

“Billy…”

You quietly repeated it to yourself, and you stared at him, your heart already making your next decision for you before your mind could catch up. You slowly stood, extending your hand towards him with an inviting smile.

“Are you hungry, Billy?”

You got the feeling that he was going to protest, but his stomach told on him before he got the chance.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a nod, looking sheepish.

Your smile widened, and your heart soared when he stumbled towards you, placing his smaller hand in yours. As you walked him back to the house, he told you of how Ms. Jane did the best she could with the donations, but the orphanage was filling up with more and more kids each year. He was fairly new, only having been there for all of three months. He marveled at your mansion, brown eyes alight with wonder.

He was well behaved, waiting patiently while you fixed him something to eat. You were happy that he was comfortable with you, talking your ear off the entire time. You made sure to fix him a hearty soup, filled with vegetables and plenty of meat. He didn’t seem to mind as you studied him, far too engrossed in the food before him.

You hadn’t realized how much time had passed.

“Y/N.”

Startled, you turned, looking up to find James and Steve standing in the entryway to the living room. Billy and you were on the floor, the fire lit to keep him warm, and you hurriedly stood. James hardly ever called you by your name, and you did not need to look within yourself to know that he was angry. It was written all over his face.

“Is that your name?” Billy asked you.

You turned to him with a strained smile and nod.

“You stay right here, okay?”

You ruffled his hair, and he smiled at you with an obedient nod. You swallowed as you turned to approach James and Steve, not missing the way James’ eyes never left you. You could feel their worry, and that confused you.

“What have you done?” James demanded, and you flinched at his tone.

“I…”

You gestured to Billy.

“There are so many children in the orphanage, so I-.”

“So you brought him here? To a house full of vampires?”

He talked to you like you were stupid, and you looked to Steve for help, but his own face was pinched with worry, blue eyes flickering between you and the boy.

“We can raise him,” you quietly said. “He’ll never have to want for anything-.”

“No,” James snapped.

“James-.”

“You could have killed him. Exposed all of us,” he argued. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that he could be ours,” you weakly replied, hating the way your voice trembled.

James’ eyes softened, shoulders sagging as he heaved a sigh. You looked to Steve, the blond the more open minded of the two, eyes pleading as you reached for him.

“Steve…? Tell him, Steve,” you said, pushing yourself against him. “Let me keep him.”

Steve’s eyes landed on James, the dark-haired man almost daring Steve to say something.

“Let’s just think about it-.”

“Absolutely not. We’ll be lucky if no one has already noticed his absence…”

“No,” you breathed. “James, no.”

“I’m taking him back. Now,” he hissed, brushing past you.

“No,” you cried, standing in his way. “I hardly ask you for anything.”

James’ eyes widened at your uncharacteristic behavior, and you clutched his shirt.

“...and I should. I should ask you for the world. I deserve it! I can take care of him, James.”

Your voice was small, and James gave you a regretful look before glancing away.

“Let me have this one thing,” you softly begged.

James was quiet, so was Steve, and the only sound was that of Billy finishing his food. James clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring before finally speaking.

“Steve.”

You fought in Steve’s hold as he grabbed you, holding you back as James approached Billy. You screamed as he stared into the boy’s eyes, Billy falling asleep only moments later, James catching him with ease.

“Fuck you, James,” you spat as he passed you. “Fuck you!”

You could feel the pain that your words caused, but you didn’t care. You turned to press your face into Steve’s chest as the door slammed shut, collapsing in his arms. He tightened his arms around you, shushing you as sobs wracked your frame.

“You could have killed him.”

“I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t have done that-.”

“You don’t know that,” he said. “You’re still fairly young. You could have easily killed him, and then what?”

You shoved yourself away from Steve, wrapping your arms around yourself as you sniffed.

“You did this to me,” you mumbled.

It was an old argument. You and Steve were in a far better place than what you used to be, but you were still so far from where you could be. You looked to him, eyes hard and lip curling over your teeth.

“I wanted kids. I always wanted kids, and you took that away from me…”

Steve sighed, looking down.

“I want to blame you...but the truth is...a part of me hates James too,” you confessed.

“Y/N-.”

“...because the truth is...that life was gone the moment James decided that I was to be his.”

Steve reached for you, but you stepped away. Your eyes briefly fluttered close, a soft scoff escaping your lips.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered, shaking your head. “It’s not fair.”

You flurried past him, slamming your shoulder into his as you passed by.

Steve’s hold was almost bruising on your hips, his own pushing up into yours over and over again with every thrust. You dug your nails into his chest, head thrown back to accommodate for James, his lips tasting the skin of your neck and shoulder. Your lashes fluttered as you clenched around Steve, and James’ nails pressed into your skin.

“I don’t like that he touched you,” he murmured against your skin.

You sighed when Steve wrapped his lips around a hardened bud.

“It was a means to an end…”

James hummed, Steve far too preoccupied with the way his cock slid in and out of you.

“...and if I had to seduce some other woman as a means to an end?” he wondered.

His tone was teasing, and you all knew he wasn’t serious, but you froze anyway, turning your head to stare into his eyes. Your own hardened considerably, and James chuckled at the fire in your eyes.

“A bit of a double standard, no?”

“James,” Steve dragged out, frustrated that you’d stopped moving. “Why must you choose now of all times to upset her?”

“It was a simple question,” the dark-haired man said with a shrug.

“The day you seduce someone else, a means to an end or not, is the day I finally drive a stake through your heart,” you calmly told him.

James smirked, brushing his lips over yours.

“Come now, my love. I was only teasing…”

With a devious smile of your own, you twisted your hand into his hair, thankful that he’d never cut it too short, before forcing him onto his back beside Steve. You dragged your nails along his chest, drawing blood and taking great satisfaction in the way he’d hissed. You moved your hips over Steve’s as you leaned over to glide your tongue over his skin, James moaning at the feel. Your teeth ached, the desire to sink your teeth into him strong. Your lips moved against his heaving chest as you spoke.

“I don’t joke about what’s mine.”

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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proposition ~ corpse husband

word count: 1880

request?: no

description: in which her friend invites her to play video games with them and she decides to playfully proposition the stranger with the deep voice

pairing: corpse x female!

warnings: swearing

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You had been bored out of your skull until you got a message from Sean asking you to play Among Us with some of his friends. You had met some of his closest friends, like Felix and Mark, of course, but he made sure to warn you that there would be some new people in this group. While that made you a little anxious, you knew that playing a video game would help you to warm up to the new people.

Sean sent you a link to the Discord call and you joined almost immediately. You weren’t sure if anyone else was in the call, so you didn’t speak for a moment while you set up the game. It wasn’t until an unnaturally low voice spoke that you realized you weren’t alone.

“Hello?”

You jumped at the voice, shocked that just that one word made your heart race a million miles a minute.

“H-Hello?” you responded.

“Who’s this?” the voice asked.

“Who’s this?” You immediately cringed at the lame response.

The voice chuckled, another sound that made your heart race. “I asked you first.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you finally responded. “I’m friends with Sean.”

“Oh yeah, he’s mentioned you a few times. I’m Corpse, I’m friends with Dave and Felix.”

“Corpse?” you question. “Is that your real name?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You couldn’t help but smile at this. You were shocked at how fast you were warming up to Corpse, but there was just something about him that was just so warm and welcoming.

The two of you talked for some time until Sean popped into the chat. “Geez, (Y/N), you fucking nerd. You’re so early.”

“I had no other plans tonight!” you argued.

Corpse’s low chuckle alerted Sean that he was in the chat as well. “Ah, (Y/N) I see you’ve met deep daddy.”

Your face burned with blush, although you weren’t sure why. “Wait, deep daddy? Please tell me you guys don’t actually call in that.”

“Jason does,” came the familiar voice of Felix as he joined the chat. “Can’t blame him, Corpse’s voice even makes me question my marriage with Marzia.”

The more people that joined, the more jokes that were made about Corpse’s voice and how upset they were that Corpse was playing because he was such a good imposter. You sat in silence, chuckling every now and then but never really speaking. Not like anyone was giving you the chance with how much they were yelling over one another.

You started missing talking to Corpse one on one, but you knew the game had to happen eventually. You just hoped that it would go better than you were expecting.

The first few games started with you as a crewmate. You were killed first in the first game by Sean, who immediately self reported and got voted out because of it. The second game, you made it three rounds before catching Toast kill someone and got him out. The third game, you were in the other room when Corpse killed someone and he blamed you, leading to you getting voted off.

By the time the fourth round came around, you were teamed up with Corpse as the imposter.

“Easy dub,” you commented to yourself. “He’s too good. He’s gotten imposter like three times in a row and no one has noticed.”

You followed Corpse for a while, pretending to do tasks with him. You walked into a room that had only Felix and Rae when your kill button was ready to go. At the same time, you and Corpse killed them both and raced out of the room. You were about to kill Sean when Toast found Felix and Rae’s bodies.

“I don’t want to sound sus by pointing fingers,” he began, “but Corpse and (Y/N), you haven’t left one another’s sides all game. What the fuck?”

“I’m watching her back,” Corpse responded before you could say anything. “(Y/N) is so small and innocent, if she died on my watch I would never forgive myself.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at this.

“You blamed her for your killing last game!” Leslie argued.

“That was last game! I’m not imposter now!” Corpse responded.

“If Corpse was imposter I fully believe he would’ve killed me by now,” you added. “He has no reason to keep me alive.”

“Unless he likes you,” Jason singsonged, causing the group to all talk at once about you and Corpse.

“Get back to the game!” you called over them, even though the thought of Corpse potentially liking you made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

No one was ejected (Skipped).

You tried not to think about what everyone had been saying, but it was hard not to. You didn’t know what Corpse looked like, he made you aware that no one knew except for a select few YouTube friends, but you found yourself drawn to him. Sure, his voice was hot, but in the short time you two had to talk together you found that his personality was equally as attractive.

The distraction caused you to forget what you were doing and almost kill right in front of Toast. You held your breath, hoping you hadn’t accidentally clicked on the mouse and absolutely decapitated Sean right in front of someone. When nothing happened, you quickly ran out of the room and as far away from them as possible.

Your phone chimed. You took your eyes off the screen for a moment to see that it was a private message on Discord from none other than Corpse himself.

“What was that about? 😂”

“I was distracted and almost killed Sean in front of Toast. Had to make a speedy exit.”

“What were you distracted by? 😉"

Lucky for you, another meeting was called before you could respond.

“Okay, for real (Y/N),” came Toast’s voice. “What the fuck is going on? You were just stood in admin with me and Sean, then suddenly you raced out, and now you’re just standing in the middle of the cafeteria not moving at all.”

“She’s distracted,” came Corpse’s voice before you could respond.

You felt your face heating up again. “I was distracted, by my dog. He’s currently at my feet with his toy. He keeps looking at me with his big eyes, it’s hard to concentrate.”

“Awe, send me a picture of the little guy! I miss him a lot!” Sean said.

No one was ejected (Skipped).

You took a deep breath and concentrated on the game. You decided to stick with Corpse again, only breaking off to make it look like you were fixing the sabotages that you were setting. You and Corpse managed to kill three other bodies, leaving you with one more to kill before winning. And you knew exactly who you wanted it to be.

You sent Corpse a quick message before going to look for Sean.

“Do not kill anyone, leave this to me”

Seconds later you got a response. “Aye aye captain.”

You entered electrical as Sean was doing a task. You walked up behind him and hit the kill button without hesitation. You watched your character cut his body in half before the victory screen came up for you and Corpse.

“I fucking knew it!” Toast exclaimed. “You guys were too sus!”

“What can I say, we make a good team, right (Y/N)?”

You smiled to yourself as you responded, “Yeah, we do.”

Everyone started talking the one time again, joking around with each other. You started feeling like you were fading into the background again, which normally you’d be okay with, but you were starting to feel more comfortable with the group. You wanted to feel more comfortable with Sean’s friends, especially with Corpse.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. You smirked to yourself as you declared into your mic, “Guys! Guys, I have something I wanna say! Everyone, shush!”

The talking soon died down as everyone listened to you intently. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you knew there was no backing out of it now.

“I have a proposition for Corpse,” you said, which was met by cheers and exclamations of excitement. When everyone silent down again, you took a deep breath and forced the words out before you chickened out. “Corpse, are you single?”

You heard his low chuckle through the voices talking excitedly. “I am single, yes.”

“Good to know.”

There was a silence as everyone waited to see if you’d follow up on your comment. When you didn’t, Sean exclaimed, “What was the proposition?!”

“Wouldn’t you guys like to know,” you said with a knowing smirk to yourself.

The game went on for another few hours before you finally had to call it a night. You said goodbye to everyone and exited the game. While shutting down your computer and getting ready for bed, your phone chimed. Another message from Discord.

“It was really nice meeting you tonight. We make a pretty good imposter team, you should play with us more often.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Corpse’s message. You felt like a giddy teenage girl as you got into bed, clutching your phone tightly in your hands.

“It was really fun, I’m glad Sean invited me. I’ll definitely come play more in the future if you guys want me!”

You saw the three dots pop up, showing that Corpse was typing. They went away a moment, then popped up again, then away again. This happened a few more times before another message came in.

“About that proposition...”

“What about it? 😉”

“Was just wondering how serious you were about it, or if there was an actual proposition at all.”

You looked at the message for a long time. Of course, at the time you didn’t think it was serious. It was just a fun joke at the expense of your friends. But now that he was asking...what did you say?

You thought about your message for a long time before typing, “I was as serious as you want me to be.”

There was an extended pause on Corpse’s end before he responded, “Well, I know we just met, but I’m pretty serious about it. I’d like to get to know you more. You seem like a really nice girl.”

“You seem like a nice guy.”

“Can I Skype you tomorrow?”

The question shocked you considering what he had told you earlier. “You’re willing to show me your face?”

“Only a select few know what I look like, I trust you to be one of those few.”

Your heart fluttered yet again as you typed your response. “Well then, I’d love to Skype tomorrow. I’ll send you my name so you can add me.”

You laid back in bed after adding Corpse to Skype, feeling excited for the next day. You could hardly sleep now thinking about what you’d get to do in almost 12 hours time. It felt like too far away, you wanted to call him right then and there.

Just as you were starting to drift to sleep, your phone chimed again. You checked it one last time before bed to see a final message from Corpse.

“Goodnight, see you tomorrow”

“Goodnight Corpse, see you tomorrow”

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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Always You | JJK (Drabble#3)

Summary: You have yet to tell Jungkook your big news and he might not take it so well.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: Angst!!! Smut!!! And fluff too hehe

Word count: 7.3k (I am SO sorry)

Warnings: sad Jungkook, jealous oc, panic attack, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, cum eating, scratching, marking, overstimulation, mentions of anal (sorry if I forgot any)

Notes: sorry this is long for a drabble! I actually managed to get it down to 7k wooo. Also pls don’t be that mad at oc:) hehe. Make sure to send an ask if you want to chat:) ily guys

Taglist: @seagulljk

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The record shop is busier than usual this evening…Yoongi has tried his best to stop by yours and Taehyung’s table to chat but another customer keeps walking in one after the other. You chuckle, waving him off, telling him to work.

“And Jungkook doesn’t know?” Taehyung frowns at you, “Like, this is huge y/n. And you haven’t told him?”

“Not yet, at least.” You admit, bringing your coffee mug to your lips. “I’m going to have to eventually though right…”

“Who else doesn’t know?”

“Everyone knows actually.”

“Oh girl, that’s not good.”

“What do you mean?” you bring the coffee mug back to the table, your fingers strumming the side of the mug.

“You’re telling me he is the last to know? That’s just…not going to sit right with him and you know that.”

Fuck, he’s right. Jungkook is your best friend, your boyfriend, the man you live with, the man you love…and he has no idea you’re about to move to another country. You got accepted to work in Japan for a year and you could not be more excited. But there’s this huge weight on your entire body, the weight equal to one man.

“I know, shit, but I just can’t. He’s going to act so supportive but I know how disappointed he will be. I mean, we just started living together recently you know? Our relationship is going so nicely and I don’t want to ruin that.” You rant, a frown pulling down your lips.

“I finally finished with my last customer.” You hear Yoongi walk up to your little corner of the record shop. “What are we talking about?” he pulls up his chair and sits down.

“y/n still hasn’t told Jungkook about Japan.”

“Still?” Yoongi looks disappointed to say the least. “y/n…”

“Guys, I know!” you throw your hands up, “I’m fucking up.”

“Wait, do the others know that Jungkook doesn’t know?”

“I didn’t necessarily announce that it’s a secret…” you bite your bottom lip, worry filling your body, “And he’s with Jin, Namjoon and Hobi tonight.”

“You should text them and tell them.”

“But it’s not the first time he’s hanging around them since I told them…so maybe I just don’t come up in conversation?” you respond hopefully.

“Yeah, not likely. Jungkook always finds a way to talk about you.” Tae grumbles. “Trust us, we would know.”

“Yeah, he’s right.” Yoongi agrees, “Listen, you need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”

“I’ll tell him…” you pick up your mug and take a sip, “Tonight.”

~~~~~~

Your apartment is dark and there’s no sign of life—Jungkook must still be out with the guys. You sigh in relief because although you said you would tell him tonight you are already chickening out. You know, you know. A cowards move. But honestly, it’s hard!

Right as you think you’re in the clear, you hear the front door opening from behind you. Jungkook is whistling some tune as he walks in and he lights up when he sees you.

“Baby.” He sings out, walking closer to you. “Hi.” He says before leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Hi, how was your night?” you ask as you slip off your shoes and head towards the bedroom.

“It was nice.” Jungkook continues to whistle, “How was yours? How are Tae and Yoongi? Anything new?”

“No, just the usual.” You shimmy out of your pants and slip off your shirt, leaving you in some panties and a bralette. You walk out of your room and into the bathroom to turn on the shower. The water is cold but is quickly heating up as you turn the knob, you enjoy how hot it’s getting.

“Should I join you?” You hear Jungkook say from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist and kisses your neck.

“If you want babe.”

“I want you to want me to.” He pouts, “So, I’ll ask again…should I join you?”

You can’t help but giggle, turning around in his grasp and pulling at his shirt.

“Yes, please.” You say as he lifts his arms up for you to lift his shirt off. You eye your boyfriend over, his muscles look so strong and honestly? Did they get bigger? He has been hitting the gym more. His tattoos cover one of his arms and it’s such a sexy sight. You trace your fingers over his body art and he smiles down at you.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.” You breathe out and he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra.

“I like what I see too.” He says as your breasts are freed. “God, I love your tits.”

“The water is probably ready.” You smirk, sliding your panties down. Jungkook’s eyes follow your movement, he watches as the panties get dragged down leg by leg.

“Then let’s get in.” He’s taking off his own pants and boxers in one go, leaving him completely naked for you.

The two of you step in the shower, letting the hot water wash over your entire bodies. He lets you go under first as he squirts some shampoo in his palm.

“C’mere.” He commands. You step out from under the water and he massages the shampoo into your scalp, creating a bubbly mess. Then you go back under to rinse, this continues for the conditioner as well and then he’s soon washing your body with body wash, making sure he gets every corner and crevice of your body. Then you do the same for him, he loves when you wash his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp has him groaning.

“Missed you tonight.” He says quietly, “You missed me?”

“When am I not missing you?” you lean up to kiss him. He doesn’t let you lean away though as he leans in further to kiss you deeper. The water dribbles down your faces as you two have your lips moving quickly against one another. He nips at your bottom lip before his tongue tangles with yours, you moan into his mouth and he swallows it.

“Gonna fuck you?” he asks impatiently. His hard cock slipping between your folds as he grinds into you.

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly. “Yes.”

~~~~~~~

You slip on one of Jungkook’s t shirts and a fresh pair of panties and slide into bed. You find yourself in your boyfriends strong, warm arms. You lay your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beat. It’s racing. Why?

“Jungkook—”

“So anything new?” Jungkook cuts you off, his heart doing a million things.

You’re quiet for a few moments before you speak up again.

“Nope.”

You hear Jungkook sigh out heavily…then he’s moving from beneath you and getting up to turn on the lamp.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure?” You sit up on your elbows, confusion drawn on your face.

“y/n…” you hear him softly warn, “I’m giving you a chance to tell me.”

“Tell you what? I have nothing to tell you?”

That’s the moment you think you can physically see Jungkook’s heart break in his chest. His face falls dramatically as a frown takes over.

“Nothing at all?” he asks quietly and that’s when you know. He knows.

“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” you decide to say instead of the truth and his face twists into a look of disappointment.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he looks down at his hands, “That you are apparently fucking moving? To japan?”

You feel yourself go pale.

“I—”

“I have known for a few weeks.” Jungkook admits, “I’ve been giving you time to tell me but it came up again tonight…and I just couldn’t wait anymore. But it seems like you were never going to tell me.” He grits out. “Were you?” His voice is pleading now. “y/n, were you just going to leave without saying anything?”

“What? No! Of course not!” you rush to say, “I just—”

“And you told literally everyone else except for me. Why am I the last to know? Shouldn’t I have been the first person you told? Didn’t you want to like, discuss it with me first? Or did you just make the decision immediately that you’re moving there without even considering me?” he sounds so pained, like speaking isn’t something he excels at.

“Jungkook, what do you mean discuss it with you? It’s my decision,”

He looks at you incredulously, his eyes wetting with tears.

“Of course its your decision at the end of the day but we should still have discussed it! We live together, we are planning a future together!” he cries out. “Or were you going to break up with me?”

“What?! Jungkook no—”

“Maybe that would be for the best, you can’t even tell me something like this—”

“Jungkook stop.” You feel your eyes gloss over, and a few tears slide down your face. “Don’t even talk about breaking up.”

“Why not?” He spits out, “You don’t even tell me shit or consider me in the big things in your life.”

“That’s not true…” you cry. “I was just scared. I thought you would be more supportive…”

“The problem isn’t Japan, y/n.” Jungkook states. “It’s the fact that you couldn’t even tell me about it or discuss it with me. We can make this work but you didn’t even give me a chance to try.” Tears prick his eyes as he speaks and you feel yourself go numb. You fucked up, you should have told him…but you don’t think either way would have been easy.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Wait! No…” you grab for his hand and he exhales deeply.

“Let go of me, y/n.”

“No.” you say, your stubbornness taking over. “No.”

“Why not?” he asks, using his other hand to wipe at his face.

“I love you Jungkook, and I’m sorry.”

“I love you too, y/n. But I’m mad.” He says, tugging his hand away from you. “I need some space.”

~~~~~

“Space?” Jimin asks with a frown, “Don’t you leave in like a month? Isn’t space the last thing you guys should have?”

“You’d think so. But it’s been 5 days Jimin.” You take a swig of your beer and wince at the bitter flavor. “He’s pissed.”

“And he has every right to be, babe.” Jimin points out, “Full offense but you fucked up.”

“I know…” you tug on your hair, “Last time I gave him space he didn’t talk to me for three months…” you say, worry laced in your voice. “How do I know he won’t disappear on me again?” you choke out, “That would fucking crush me. I need to talk to him.”

“I know where he’s at tonight.” Jimin admits softly, “Should we go?”

You nod your head as Jimin stands up and grabs his keys, he walks towards the front door and glances over at you.

“Coming?”

“Yes.”

You and Jimin pull up to some bar downtown, it’s in a shadier part of town and you wonder how Jungkook ended up in a place like this. You guys get inside and see Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the bar with 3 girls surrounding them. You can’t help the way your chest tightens at the sight. Jimin looks over at you and offers you a soft smile.

“They come here to talk to girls?” you bitterly question.

“Does it look like Jungkook is even sparing one of them a glance? He just came with Tae.” Jimin defends and you roll your eyes, you still can’t help but feel irritated.

Jungkook sits here at the bar with a whiskey, taking sip after sip. He looks tired to say the least, he looks plain tired. He doesn’t even notice you coming up to them, he just takes another sip of his drink.

“Why doesn’t your friend talk?” One of the girls slurs out, “I want to talk to him.”

“Oh him?” Taehyung points at Jungkook, “He has a….y/n.” his eyes widen when he spots you.

“A y/n?” the girl asks, clearly confused.

“Yes, a me.” You say harshly, “His girlfriend.”

Jungkook hears your voice and sighs out, setting his drink down. He slowly turns in his bar stool to face you, his tired face becoming even more tired.

“What are you doing here?” he slurs out. “I said I needed space.”

“So you two are broken up then?” the girl asks, “Don’t call yourself his girlfriend—”

“She is my girlfriend.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I just needed some time to think.”

“Oh? With all these girls around?” you spit out. “This what you do when you need space?” You place your hands on your hips. “Talk to other girls?”

Jungkook looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, he shakes his head with a frown,

“Does it look like I’m talking to them?” he asks you, incredulously.

“It’s been 5 days Jungkook, how much space do you need? Need another three months?” he hears your voice crack as you speak and he feels himself deflate.

“Baby, I wouldn’t—”

“You wouldn’t do that?” You ask, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “You’ve done it before.”

Jungkook stands from his bar stool and walks towards you, grabs your hand and leads you outside.

“Let’s go home.” He says softly, “We can talk.”

Jungkook pulls out his phone and orders an uber. The ride gets here within 5 minutes…you two stay silent the whole ride over to your apartment.

Once the uber pulls up to your apartment, Jungkook takes your hand and interlocks your fingers as you two exit the vehicle.

The walk up to the apartment is only a couple minutes, those are silent as well. He keeps his tight grip on your hand though, never letting go.

“We’re home.” Jungkook whispers when you two get inside. “We should drink some water.”

You nod your head in agreeance, heading towards the kitchen. Jungkook follows behind you, he watches your figure as you stumble forward. He exhales a deep, deep breath and rolls his eyes. You’re a little more tipsy than he first thought and he thought he was sort of drunk.

“y/n…maybe we should just get some sleep…”

“No, you said we were going to talk!” You yell out over your shoulder as you reach for two glasses for water. You grab the pitcher from the fridge and pour you and Jungkook a glass. He comes up behind you, and takes a glass and begins drinking it back slowly.

“I still think we should sleep on it tonight—”

“Oh? You on the couch? And me alone in the room?” you spit out, “That’s how we’re going to ‘sleep’ on it?”

“Alright, you obviously want to talk—”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

“Hey…” Jungkook winces, “You don’t have to cuss at me.” He says softly, “Let’s just talk.”

“How long were you going to go without talking to me, hm?”

“Maybe as long as you didn’t tell me about Japan?” Jungkook snaps. He doesn’t mean to snap, of course. But he’s starting to become frustrated. You look at him with shocked eyes, feeling guilty all of the sudden. Maybe you deserved that.

“Jungkook I said I’m sorry—”

“Maybe sorry isn’t good enough.” He grits out, “You kept something so important from me, and didn’t even think it was something we should discuss together. As a couple…as a team.”

You breathe out, trying to calm yourself, the guilt beginning to eat you alive. As a team?

“I was serious…” he begins, his chest starting to heave. “We can make it work if you’re wanting to go abroad. But y/n you have to actually tell me so we can seriously discuss it.” His pained expression feels like a stab to the gut. “Because I won’t lie to you…this isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m so…” he chokes up, “I’m so attached to you.” He finishes with a hard gulp. His eyes stinging with tears, “I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how I can physically be without you.”

“Jungkook…” you stand here with your own tears threatening to fall. “You can be without—”

“No!” he cries out, “I don’t think so.”

“You’re stronger than you think, baby.” You walk closer to him and he falls forward into your arms, you catch him and try your best to hold him up as he starting sobbing into your neck.

“N-No.” he chokes on his sobs, “P-Please don’t-please don’t…don’t leave me.” He manages to cry out between harsh breaths. “I need you.”

Your heart cracks and breaks into maybe tens of millions of pieces, then those pieces manage to get even more crushed. So, this wasn’t just about you not telling him…this goes deeper than that.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you. I’m yours forever.” You remind him softly, caressing his back as he continues to weep. “We would make plans to see each other every few months, remember?”

“You—you want to l-leave me.” He cries harder into your shoulder making you screw your eyes shut so your own tears don’t spill over.

“Baby that’s not—”

“Why am I never good enough to make the people I love stay?” he whispers, his quiet sobs taking a toll on his tired body. Your eyes go wide at his comment…this is much, much deeper than you thought.

“Jungkook…” you whisper his name over and over, trying to calm him. Your hand massages his scalp and he continues to cry.

You don’t know what to say at this point…you don’t think any words you can say will work…will comfort him. Only ‘okay I won’t go’ but you can’t…you can’t say that. Because it would be a lie. You’ve already made your decision and that’s that you are going. You’ve already accepted and made the arrangements to fly out, you’ve already been placed in an apartment, everything is already done. And yes, you feel bad. Awful actually but this is something you really want to do, for you. You want this, you need this. And you hope Jungkook will become more understanding. You know he will…he’s just drunk and emotional right now. But you can tell these are his real feelings.

“Do you still love me?” Jungkook chokes out and your face twists into a frown. This is it, you finally cry. His unsureness breaks you.

“What are you talking about?” you let a few tears stream down your face, “I love you more than anything, anyone.” You hug him tighter, your arms becoming sore from how hard you’re holding on to him.

“Then don’t leave.” He begs into your neck and you fall to your knees, bringing him down with you. You feel so fucking conflicted.

“Baby.” You cry out, “Please understand.”

Jungkook shakes as he cries, like he’s beginning to hyperventilate. He tries to speak but only harsh, quick breaths leave his open mouth. He brings his head back and he looks at you panicked, like he can’t breathe.

“Okay, calm down, calm down.” You whisper, rubbing his back. “Breathe, my love. Breathe.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and shakes his head, he is struggling to find that breath. He continues to breathe out quickly, panic rising.

“In and out, in and out.” You continue to rub his back, “I’m here my love, I’m here.”

Jungkook tries his hardest to take a deep breath but it’s so hard, so fucking hard. He opens his eyes and they scream for you, they are wide and pleading and you feel so fucking heartbroken.

“Come on, in and out…that’s it Jungkook. In and out.” He follows your instructions, trying his best to breathe in and out as steadily as possible. He finally manages to calm down only for him to break down even more…he closes his eyes and starts crying harder this time.

“Jungkook.” Your voice cracks, “Please calm down.” You feel yourself becoming more and more anxious as well.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You whisper out over and over until he’s quieting down. You don’t stop though, you continue to repeat the words until his breathing sounds stable again. You don’t stop caressing his back either, you just continue to do what you can to comfort him.

“I know you do.” Jungkook finally whimpers out. “I know you do. I’m sorry.” He sniffles into your neck. “I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Don’t be sorry baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.��

“No, I do.” He says a little more calmly. “I shouldn’t try to make you stay. If you want to go…then that’s what you want and I want to be nothing be supportive of what you want.”

“It’s not because I don’t want to be with you Jungkook. I wish you could just quit your job and come with me, to be honest. But I know I can’t ask you to do that.” You rub his back some more. Jungkook lifts himself off your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“I know.” He sighs out, “I know. It’s just…it’s just for a year, right?” his big doe eyes bore into yours.

“Just a year babe.” You promise, “And I will see you every few months, and we will talk every day.”

Jungkook nods his head and tries to smile for you but it’s tense and strained and you frown again.

“It’ll be fun when you come to visit me…” you try to lighten the mood. “Imagine all the food we will try and all the sights we will see.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook tries smiling again, this time it’s a little more relaxed.

“And all the sex we will have in a different country?” you playfully wiggle your brows and Jungkook laughs while sniffling.

“I will kiss you in every famous spot in Japan.” Jungkook offers, “And we’re going to take a million pictures. And you will video chat with me every single day, right?”

“Every single day.” You repeat, “And you won’t be alone,” you remind him, “You have the guys, our friends. They’re just as much as family…”

“Yeah, I know.” He sniffles again, “I know.”

“I really am sorry for not telling you first…I was just so scared…I knew you would be disappointed…”

“Baby, I’m not like, entirely disappointed. I am also really happy for you. I’m just a bit sad for selfish reasons.” He admits. “I got so emotional…”

“You don’t think I would ever leave you, right? That you are 100% good enough. You are the love of my life, Jungkook.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” He sighs out. “I’m sorry for what I said…I was just…” he begins to get choked up again and you immediately caress his cheek.

“I know. You don’t have to explain…” you whisper. “We’re going to be okay.”

“More than okay.” He smiles at you with his brows pulled together. “Right?”

“Right.” You lean in and your lips meet his. You kiss him over a few times, and he lazily kisses you back.

“Let’s go to bed?” you begin to stand up, taking Jungkook’s heavy body with you.

“Okie.” He nods his head and follows you into the bedroom. “Take my clothes off for me.” He raises his arms above his head and waits patiently.

You chuckle at the sight but agree nonetheless. You walk to him and lift his shirt up, throwing it to the side. Then you are unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, dragging them down his legs. He lifts one leg at a time as you slip them off…you’re dropped to your knees as you take them off his body.

“While I’m down here…maybe I could…” you play with the elastic of his briefs and he can’t help but chuckle.

“We can just go to sleep…” he offers shyly but you can see the outline of his length begin to twitch.

“I just want you to feel good…” you begin pulling the briefs down slowly, his half hard cock making an appearance.

“You always make me feel good.” He admits between a rough breath.

“Good.”

You grab onto his thick thighs and he stumbles backward until he’s gripping the desk in your room, he braces himself, staring down at you with soft eyes.

“Wanna make my baby feel so good.” You say, inching your face closer to his growing member. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock is twitching uncontrollably. You watch as it gets harder and harder.

“Then make me feel good.” He breathes out, the desperation in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

You finally walk your fingers up his thigh until you’re softly stroking his dick. Your fingers lightly gliding up his growing length. He softly moans out, but he isn’t really, truly whining until you grip his cock and squeeze his head lightly.

“Fuck.” He sighs out, his hands going to your hair. “Love your touch, baby.”

“How about my mouth? Do you love that too?” you ask, as your face gets closer and closer until he is feeling your warm breaths fan over his cock.

“Please.” He begs cutely, “Need you.”

You bring his cock to your lips, you circle his cock over your mouth, your chin, your nose, all over your face. He groans at the view you are giving him, his tip beginning to leak precum. You dart your tongue out to lick him clean and he throws his head back.

“Please.” He begs again and you chuckle darkly.

“So needy.” You say , “Baby so needy.” You finally take his cock in your mouth, you wrap your pretty lips over the head and lightly suck making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He grips your hair tighter as you take him further into your mouth. He’s losing it. Your mouth feels like heaven, the way you lightly suck, the way your tongue drags up and down his length and swirls around the head of his dick, the way you take him further, so deep that he’s hitting the back of your throat.

You begin to bob your head up and down as you start to allow him to access all his pleasure. He groans loudly as you pick up your pace, his hands falling back down to his sides as he finds the desk again and he holds on tightly.

You take him deeper, causing you to choke on his cock and he smirks down at you.

“Having trouble there?” he asks as you continue to gag on his throbbing length, you just moan in response, the vibrations causing him to screw his eyes shut and cry out in pleasure.

You continue to suck on him for who knows how long, your jaw starting to become sore but his whines are enough for you to keep going. Your eyes wet with tears and he is in awe of the sight you allow him.

“I want to come…” he pants out, “But inside you.” He admits between harsh breaths, “But I want to enjoy this for a few more minutes…please.” He begs and you nod your head, you take your mouth off his cock and use your hand to stroke him over and over. You look up at him with your big eyes and he melts. He wants to come so bad, just not like this.

You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, then you take his cock and slap it over the flat of your tongue and he basically fucking loses it. You then swallow him whole again, sucking on his dick so deliciously.

“Okay, okay…” Jungkook pants out, “Let me fuck you.” He’s lifting you up by the arms and spinning your body to be up against the desk. He shoves everything to the side and on to the floor as he goes in between your legs.

“Up.” He says, helping you sit on the edge of the desk. His hands scramble to your shorts, he’s quick to unbutton them and drag the zipper down, taking them off you. Leaving you in your shirt and panties. Then he’s ripping off your shirt and bra.

“Let’s see how wet you are first.” He snickers to himself with dark eyes. His fingers rub the outside of your panties and finds them to be very damp.

“Good girl.” He pushes your panties to the side and pushes two fingers inside you immediately causing you to gasp out.

“Let me stretch you a little first.” He moves his fingers inside you as you nod your head frantically in approval. “Good girl.” He repeats and you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to scissor his fingers. You wish he would keep his fingers inside you but much to your dismay he’s pulling them out and licking them clean.

“Mm.” he sucks on his fingers and winks at you. “Love this taste. My favorite flavor.” He whispers to you and you blush.

“Gonna fuck you right here, okay?”

“Please Jungkook. Need your cock so bad.”

Jungkook smirks at you before his smile turns soft and he looks at you with eyes full of adoration.

“Need me?”

“Always need you.”

Jungkook nods his head slowly as he grabs a hold of his length, he gets closer to you, his cock brushing against your clit and you close your eyes in pleasure. He rubs his cock over your clit over and over until you’re a moaning mess. He smiles at you again before lining his cock up to your entrance and slowly, very slowly pushes in. Good lord, his cock is entering you so fucking beautifully, the way he brushes against every special spot inside your tight pussy has you arching your back in pleasure.

Jungkook releases a long, harsh breath as he bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments before he’s sliding in and out of you. His thrusts are intentional, every single one has a purpose. They’re hard, fast and rough. You claw at his back, leaving long lines of pink and red down his back which only encourages him to fuck you harder. One of your hands trail up his body until you’re in his hair, you pull on the strands as your wrap your legs around his tiny waist, your heels digging into his lower back.

Jungkook lifts you from the desk and lightly slams your bodies into the wall next to the door as he continues to fuck into you. You toss your head to the side, giving Jungkook access to your neck, which he gladly accepts the invitation. He kisses you throat, and sucks into your skin. You whine at how good everything feels. Your bodies roll over the wall until you’re at the entrance of the door and Jungkook carries you over to the hallway, fucking you up against that wall as well as you scream out his name.

“Gonna fuck you on every surface of this apartment.” Jungkook promises you. “So you have a memory of a new spot every time you think of this apartment you will be reminded of how I fucked you.” Your legs begin to sliding down over his ass, and he uses his strong arms to bump you up higher, his cock never leaving your pussy.

He walks you over to the couch and lays you down on it, you’re flat against the sofa as he stays standing, fucking into you faster and harder. His cock is throbbing and aching for release but he endures it, his moans filling the room.

You try your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay, but it’s becoming so difficult as his dick is reaching that spot deep within you that has your body going tense. You try so hard you really do but before you can even warn him you feel your body electrifying with intensity as your orgasm washes over you like a huge wave of warm water. You scream, you cry, you moan out in pleasure. But Jungkook doesn’t stop, he slows down though, giving you a moment to relax.

“This isn’t over.” He warns. “I still have to fuck you from behind, still need your fucking gorgeous ass.” He’s lifting your weak body up and momentarily taking his cock out of you to walk you to the kitchen, his hands make their way into your hair and he guides you to bend over the counter. It’s cold against your breasts and you shiver.

“Spread your cheeks for me baby, give me that view.”

You are still out of breath from your orgasm but you listen to him, you reach behind you and spread your ass apart to show him your used pussy.

“Fucking beautiful. So wet.” He groans. “One of these days you’re going to let me fuck this ass aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen but you nod your head frantically, already loving the idea.

“Words baby.”

“Yes.” You moan out as you feel his cock being shoved back inside you, you choke on air as you feel him start thrusting again. You really fucking gasp when you feel his hand come down on your ass hard.

“Love this ass. So fucking much.” He says, panting. “Can’t wait to stick my cock in it and fuck you.” His words go straight to your pussy. God, you don’t want to come again this quickly but his cock feels so god damn good.

“Tell me you want me to fuck this ass.” He grunts.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Next time, baby.” He promises, his thrusts still fucking you with so much purpose. He pulls you by the hair causing you to arch your back even more and he falls in love with this view. He loves your boobs, but he’s definitely an ass man. He will argue he loves both but the way your ass is pushed into his crotch right now…he could honestly lose his mind.

He lifts you up again, by the hair—mostly gently. And he now has your body pushed up against the fridge, your face being smooshed into the cold silver box. Your fingers dragging leaving prints down the fridge as he lifts one of your legs to fuck you at a better angle. You cry out, he’s hitting that spot again and you feel yourself losing all composure.

“I’m gonna come again Jungkook.” You warn him this time between your rough breaths.

“I’ll come with you. But we aren’t done.” He starts thrusting faster, the sound of his skin slapping your skin is honestly pushing you further into your orgasm. You feel the warmth travel through your whole body and you feel the band fucking snap. God, you are coming so hard, creaming around his cock as he slows down his thrusts to come into you, his breathing is so heavy as he starts to come. When he stills his hips he’s releasing a loud, low, guttural moan and you could come again just from the sound.

Jungkook starts whining uncontrollably as he starts to move his hips again, slowly grinding into yours and you wince at the pain, the overstimulation. He cries out, it’s too much for him as well but he doesn’t stop.

“Wanna keep fucking you.” He screws his eyes shut, thrusting into you slowly and carefully. He brings your body closer to his, your back flush against his chest and he walks you over to the breakfast table. He leaves your body, quickly takes his cock out of you and sits down on the chair and orders you to sit in his lap. He gestures towards his cock and smirks.

“Sit.”

“Jungkook…” your eyes slightly wet, “I can’t”

“You can and you will.”

You crawl into his lap and hover over his aching cock, he looks up at you and whimpers.

“hurry.”

You slowly sink down onto his length, the feeling so fucking euphoric. He slams his eyes shut and nods his head.

“Ride me.” He softly commands. You lift yourself up and lower back down again, this angle has you seeing fucking stars. You start to ride his cock a little faster now, slamming down on his hips and he grips your hips helping you rise and sink down on his cock.

“Fuck I am gonna come again.” He says, meeting your thrusts half way. He lifts his hips and fucks you from beneath you. He’s going feral now, losing all control. His cock is so hard, so needy, aching so badly for you, for release. You lean down and start kissing him, nibbling on his lips, nibbling on his jaw, nibbling on his neck. He cries out and thrusts into you so harshly now, you feel your high building and building. You’re going to come soon, but then you’re completely overwhelmed when you feel Jungkook’s fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You scream in pleasure, yelling out his name as he fucks you. The chair threatens to screech backwards as you two fuck so roughly on it.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” He yells out, his hot seed shooting inside you as he halts his movements. His fingers still rub your clit quickly and you are pushed over the fucking edge—again. You cry as you come. You grit your teeth as this powerful orgasm hits you. You’re so overwhelmed as your whole body shakes.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” You yell out and Jungkook grins at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.

“Holy fuck.” You pant out, “Mother of god.”

“Good?” he breathes out heavily, stroking the skin on your cheek. “felt good?”

“It was so fucking good Jungkook.” You whine, your body going week as you collapse on top of him. He’s just as tired as you are but finds the strength to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the edge of the bed and spreads your legs apart. He watches with focused eyes as his cum and your cum spills out of your used hole. He licks his lips and buries his head between your legs, you immediately release a high pitched moan when you feel his tongue cleaning you up.

“Jungkook I can’t.”

He only grunts as he swallows down both of your cum, you roll your eyes so far back into your head that all that is seen is the whites of your eyes.

“So good.” He whispers, lifting himself up and crawling over your body, his lips finding yours in a slow, tender kiss. You open your mouth as you moan, and he takes advantage and slips his tongue in. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan in satisfaction.

“We really need to shower. We’re so sweaty.” You laugh, kissing his shoulder.

“Then let’s go.” He says in your ear and you groan, not able to move.

“I can’t. I’m so fucking tired. You exhausted me.”

Jungkook looks down at you with a cocky grin. He lifts the duvet up and helps you slide underneath, then he is joining you.

“We can shower in the morning, let’s sleep.” He offers you and you smile in approval.

“Even though we’re so gross?” you ask, yawning.

“I’ll love you no matter how gross you are.”

~~~~~~

Waking up to Jungkook’s head buried between your legs has got to be one of your very favorite things. He starts with kissing up your legs, he starts at your ankles, works his way up your calves then finally he’s at your inner thighs. Kissing, nibbling on the soft skin and you mewl at the contact.

“Jungkook…I’m so sore.” You admit shyly, and he looks up at you with big, doe eyes.

“Just my tongue then.” He assures you, as his lips grow closer and closer to your pussy. You throw your head back on the pillow and wait in agony for his tongue to finally find your clit. He takes his time though…he continues to kiss your inner thighs, and caress your skin lovingly.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you t—”

His tongue licks a hard, long strip over your pussy…and when he finds your clit he’s lightly sucking on it causing you to moan out. He licks it over and over, his face getting so wet with your juices and his spit. He eats you out messily, his nose bumping your clit as he licks you, then he travels up until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit quickly. It doesn’t take much for you, you hate to admit, but you feel the rise of your high. The tension growing and growing until its fucking snapping. You come all over his tongue and he smiles into your pussy, letting you ride out your high. He squeezes your thighs with his hands and leans back and watches as you have your eyes closed, and your lips apart. You quietly cry out, your face twisted in pleasure.

“That was fast.” He teases you. “Might be the fastest you’ve ever came.”

“I think I’m still sensitive from last night…” you open your eyes and stare up at him, “You were so amazing.” You tell him breathlessly.

“Me? Baby you’re the one who did amazing. Such a good girl.” He cleans his face with the back of his hand and makes his way next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry for last night.” He sighs out, “I was…”

“It’s okay baby.”

“It’s not okay. I’m not selfish, I promise. I want you to follow your dreams, and I want to be as supportive as I can be.”

“I know.” You say softly. “You did have me worried there for a moment though…” you admit, your eyes sliding to the side. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you, Jungkook.”

“I know…Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.” He curses under his breath, “I think this year will be good for both of us.” He tries admitting. “I clearly have abandonment issues.” He tries laughing and you frown. “I think…I have to learn to be my myself too.”

“But Jungkook you won’t be alone, you have our friends.”

“I just mean…be without you.”

“Oh.”

“But you’ll still talk to me every day.” You try to smile but tears fill up your eyes. “We’re going to be a successful long distance relationship story.”

“Yeah,” he smiles for you and you believe in it, “We will be.”

~~~~~~

“So fucking does solve all problems.” Jimin comments playfully, taking a sip of his wine. You hit his shoulder with your fist and smile slyly.

“Something like that.”

“I’m glad you guys worked it out though…” Jimin looks at you more seriously, “I hope you learned your lesson not to keep things from him again.”

“Yes dad.” You roll your eyes. “I learned, I learned.” You throw your hands up in defeat.

“Ew, save the daddy talk for Jungkook.”

You quirk a brow at him, “I don’t call Jungkook daddy.” You laugh. “But I might if he asked me to.”

Jimin’s face twists into a look of amusement. He doesn’t even look disgusted, just proud. Classic Jimin.

“So, are you all packed?”

“Getting there.”

“You guys will be fine, you know?” Jimin looks at you with a soft, assuring smile.

“Trust me, I know.”

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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May Queen

Pelle x reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: being indoctored into a cult, murder, suicide, basically the plot of midsommar

Author’s Note: This can be seen as a sequel to ‘Hug’ or it can be read on it’s own!

yeah i was a little excited that you guys wanted this one lol I don’t know if you can tell. I’ve seen this movie enough, it was about time I did something within the events of the film. I also referred to the script so some of the lines will be familiar! I hope you all enjoy!

Requested: by anon, omg your pelle fic wow; would you consider doing a sequel to it that either takes place during the events of the film or just before they arrive at Pelle's commune?

Requested: by anon, I would LOVEEE to see a sequel with pelle cause that was a pretty good fix and I think he deserves a bit more attention, I personally would like to see something happen during the events of the movie just because I think it would be interesting to see but that's just me

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“You think that Pelle asked you to go just because I’m going?” Dani asked, messing with her fingers. You were standing beside your bed, packing your suitcase slowly. Dani had already packed; she didn’t like to be unprepared.

“I don’t know...maybe he thought you would enjoy yourself more.”

“You’re acting like I’m the one who’s been dating him for these couple of months,” she told you. She was sitting on the bed, looking up at you. You nodded a bit, putting another pile of clothes inside.

“I know. I guess I’m just nervous. Meeting his whole group, going to where he grew up. I mean. I really like him. What if I fuck it up?” She shook her head and reached over to grab your arm. You looked her in the eyes.

“He really likes you. I can’t remember the last time Christian looked at me the way that Pelle looks at you.” Her eyes were honest. It made you feel bad. You should have gotten her to break up with Christian when you got the chance. But it was too late now; you were all going to Sweden.

“I suppose you’re right. Per usual.” She smiled weakly.

“Finish packing.”

=======

Pelle almost wanted to tell you about the whole thing. When he was on the plane, it crossed his mind to let you in on the whole scheme of things. The May Queen, the festival, all of it.

But he bit his tongue. That was tradition.

You arrived in Sweden well and took the trek up to where the first stop was. It was beautiful. Truly, it was stunning.

Pelle held your hand the whole way until you arrived at the first spot. There were people around the grassy hills, scattered around. Pelle got out of the car.

“These are other people from America that my friends have brought!” he exclaimed. He gestured to the many people around. You looked around, gazing at the nice afternoon. He grabbed your arm and started to drag you along.

“Hey, don’t rip it off!” you joked and he eased up.

“Sorry, I’m quite excited!” You smiled sweetly at his happiness.

“Me too!” He approached some people and started to introduce them when a man behind you started to yell. You turned around quickly, surprised at the loud noise. Pelle turned around too and his smile only grew.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he said and then ran over to the approaching man. They embraced each other, hugging tightly.

“Everyone, this is my brother Ingemar. Ingemar this is Christian, Dani, Mark, Josh and my girlfriend, Y/N,” Pelle said. Ingemar followed where Pelle pointed, shaking hands with everyone. He paid special attention to you, his smile getting wider. You could tell that he and Pelle were related.

“Nice to meet you all. This is Simon and Connie from London,” he said, gesturing to the others behind him. “Simon and Connie this is Pelle and...all the names I just remembered two seconds ago,” Ingemar said laughing. Simon and Connie said hello. “Perfect timing by the way.”

Ingemar pulled out a bag of mushrooms from his pocket. Your eyes went wide.

“We just took these five minutes ago. Haven’t even started feeling the effects yet,” he explained.

“Oh shit!” Mark said, happily.

“Do you all want to take it now or should we get settled in?” Pelle asked.

“Fuck it, let’s take it now!” Mark said. You weren’t too sure about that. You trusted Pelle and everyone of course but in the new environment...it rubbed you the wrong way. Thankfully, Dani turned to speak to Christian about it.

“I think I want to get settled in first.” Christian was about to speak but you cut him off.

“Me too. You guys go and have fun, we’ll keep each other company,” you said. Pelle turned to you.

“Are you sure? I assure you it’s safe,” he said in a soft voice. You smiled kindly and put a gentle hand on his arm.

“I know! I just wanna get settled. Dani and I can handle ourselves, I promise.” He gave you a longer look, just to check that you were alright and then nodded. You turned back to Dani who grabbed your arm desperately.

“Thank you,” she whispered. You nodded.

“No thank you.”

=====

It wasn’t until the next day, Dani’s birthday, that you were able to get on further. You and Dani played some card games that you had brought with you while you waited for the effects to wear off for everyone else.

Christian came over to sleep beside Dani, still high. Pelle came over to you and braided your hair and then unbraided your hair, making very long sentences that didn’t make sense to whisper in your ear.

But when you arrived at the commune it was bright and sunny. Pelle rushed around, hugging people and introducing you and the group to everyone. You were able to get some blankets to sit on the grass, while everyone got their things together.

There was a group of girls dancing around in circles, wearing all white.

“You should go join,” Pelle suggested, gesturing to you and Dani. She shook her head a bit.

“Oh no, I’m too scared,” Dani said sheepishly. You nodded in agreement.

“Maybe another time.” Christian stood up.

“Hey can I join…” he started turning to Pelle.

“You’re American. Just jam yourself in,” he said. Christian nodded and walked away. “I think I’ll join him,” Simon said and was quickly followed by the rest of the group except you, Pelle and Dani. There was a moment of silence as you watched them go.

“Hey, just real quick,” Pelle said, digging for something in his pocket. He took out two pieces of paper and handed them to you and Dani. You both opened them to reveal gorgeously drawn pictures of yourselves wearing flower crowns. “For you Dani, think of it as a birthday present. For you Y/N, I imagine it’s a thank you present.”

“Oh Pelle,” Dani said. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“Thank you for what?” you asked, brushing your finger over it. He smiled and shrugged.

“Just a thank you.”

“Well thank you for it,” you said. “I got Dani a new sweater. Christian forgot.” Pelle raised his eyebrow and you shared a look.

“I forgot to tell him...it’s my fault,” Dani explained. You shook your head.

“I tend to disagree,” you muttered. You folded the picture back up and put it in your pocket. You put your head on Pelle’s shoulders “But I think Christian is rude.”

“Perhaps you are too judgemental,” Pelle mused. “But I tend to agree with you regardless.” You and Dani laughed a bit. “We should probably go and catch up with them in case they get lost.”

=====

You got settled in in one of the large buildings, plenty of beds against the walls. Pelle was on the bed to your right while Dani slept on the one to your left.

“All right, beauty rest! Tomorrow’s a big day!” Pelle announced. You had one of the books you had brought open on your lap but you looked up at him.

“What’s tomorrow?” you asked.

“First of the big cerinomines,” he said mysteriously.

“So you’re just going to be weird and cryptic?” Josh asked, laughing a bit. Pelle pauses and then took Josh's notebook, writing something inside. You made an attempt to look but it was not a word that you recognized.

“What’s that?” Christian questioned. Pelle shrugged and laid down in his bed. You faced him, on the bed beside him.

“What is it?” you whispered to him. He gave you a teasing smile.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“I will come over there and tickle it out of you,” you threatened. He chuckled and turned around so he wasn’t facing you. But he put his arm back behind him, reaching across the space between your two beds.

You grabbed it and rubbed his knuckles anxiously.

=====

There was a very odd breakfast the next day but you tried not to judge. You wanted to really appreciate Pelle’s culture and understand it. He had admired you for your understanding and he knew you would make an effort.

That’s why he chose to love you.

You were the obvious choice.

After that you walked out to a cliffside where most of the people were already out and lined up. You were curious to find complete silence. Everyone was silent as it happened and you were able to do nothing but watch as these two elderly people stood up on top of the cliff.

When the first person, a woman, jumped, you grabbed Pelle, putting your hand in front of your mouth. He grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you but it didn’t change the look of serenity on his face.

Simon was standing next to Ingemar yelling as the man approached the cliffside.

You had your face in Pelle’s arms. You were shaking.

“It is the way of life,” he whispered to you. Simon was still screaming. Another elder was talking to him and you could feel Pelle want to move toward them but he stayed beside you. “It is our way of recycling them and their gifts.”

You pulled away from him and shook your head a bit. You met Dani’s eyes. She wasn’t showing much emotion other than shock. You didn’t blame her.

“They’re dead,” you whispered. He nodded and put his hands on your upper arms.

“And it is an honor to have died that way.” You weren’t sure how to feel. You wanted to be understanding, to try and understand him and his ways. You would want that from him. But he should have prepared you more for that.

You walked over to Dani and walked beside her on the way back to the houses.

=====

“I’m leaving,” Dani said.

“I don’t blame you.” She was already packing a bag. You sat down on your bed, head in your hands. You took a deep breath and leaned back on the bed.

“Are you coming with me?” she asked. Her voice was shaking. She was clearly shaken up by all of this.

“No,” you muttered. “I’m not leaving Pelle yet.”

“Not even after that?” Her voice was quiet but it was urgent. You shook your head a bit.

“I just have to talk to him. He should have warned us more, of course but....it’s what he’s been raised to believe is normal. I don’t think I should think of it as a bad thing.”

“We just watched people die!” You stood up off the bed and put your hands on your upper arms, steading her.

“You can go home and I will not blame you. In the slightest. I just think I should stay longer,” you told her. She nodded solemnly. She took a deep breath in through her nostrils and nodded again.

=====

Before bed that night Pelle approached you. You were standing outside of the bed house, leaning against it to try and clear your thoughts. You almost completely ignored him but in the end you locked eyes with him as he approached.

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you adequate warning,” he said sympathetically. He grabbed your hand and held it. “I thought you would understand but I know now that it was wrong of me to assume.” You shook your head quickly.

“I understand it was just...a shock,” you muttered. He nodded and kissed your forehead softly.

“You are completely safe here. I want you to know that.” He looked you in the eyes when he said it. You believed him. You nodded back and gestured to the house.

“Let’s get some shut eye huh? And maybe warn me if we see another person...you know.” You made a slicing gesture across your neck. He laughed gently and nodded, placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you inside.

=====

Dani walked up to you, still distraught but less so. You were standing beside Pelle the next day as he kneeled in front of the ground picking some vegetables. You turned to her as she walked up, ready to handle whatever she was about to throw at you.

“Hey,” you said, taking the step away from Pelle and toward her.

“Hi. Did you see Simon left without Connie?” she asked. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head.

“Seriously? What a dick.” She clearly felt a little bit off put by it so you lowered your voice. “You think it’s weird?” Dani nodded a bit.

“I don’t know...it’s a little weird. They seemed so close.” You nodded. They did seem close.

“I don’t know...something to keep in mind I suppose.” She nodded quickly in agreement.

======

Dinner that night was simple pastries. You were pleased. The last food they had given you wasn’t your kind of taste. You sat between Pelle and Dani again.

“Have you seen Connie?” Dani asked you quietly. You shook your head.

“Excuse me but I know what happened,” a man sitting beside Mark said. “Her boyfriend called the landline from the train station. She begged us to drive her so we took her down to the station.” You nodded slowly, glancing at Pelle. He shrugged, seemingly in agreement.

“Why would Simon leave without her?” you asked quietly.

“I can see you doing that,” Dani muttered at Christian. You wanted to laugh so you turned to Pelle, sneaking a smile. He shrugged with a smile on his face also.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Christian asked.

“Nevermind.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Pelle said quietly, so only you could hear. You ate a bite of the pastry proudly.

“You’re damn right.”

======

One of the important books was stolen that night. They announced it at breakfast.

“Where is your friend Josh?” one of the elders asked, after breakfast. You, Christian, Dani and Pelle all stood in front of the two elders, caught like a deer in headlights.

“I know. We have no idea,” Christian said.

“He and your other friend disappear in the same day. You understand how that looks.”

“Yes obviously, but we swear to you we are not a part of this,” Christian said. Dani shuffled a bit.

“We did see Mark go off with one of the girls last night,” she said.

“Which girl?”

“Inga,” Pelle said.

“But Mark wouldn’t have done this. Josh, though, he came to bed with us, and when we woke up, he was gone. And if he did take that book, I just pray you understand we do not identify as friends of his, or collaborators, or anything. I certainly don't vouch for him and we'd be so embarrassed to be connected to this in any way,” Christian explained.

“I feel responsible,” Pelle said. The elders nodded a bit.

“Well you and Odd can go looking. Perhaps you can redeem them,” one of the elders said. You didn’t want Pelle to leave. You didn’t like it when you were separated here. You believed him when he said you were safe but...it was still a little odd. “You two will be going with the women for the day’s activity,” he said to you and Dani. “And Siv asks to see you in her house,” she said to Christian.

You glanced at Pelle as he left. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, almost saying ‘do well!’.

=====

You and Dani got dressed in white shirts with flower crowns. It made you a tad bit nervous but at least you had her.

She gestured to the drink they were handing out. Cups had been given to both of you to drink it.

“Can I ask what’s in this?” Dani asked one of the girls.

“It’s...tea for the dancing competition.” You raised an eyebrow but took a glass anyway. Dani looked back at you and you shrugged.

“I’ll beat you,” you muttered.

“Try me.”

You both took drinks of the tea.

Your head became fuzzy the second it hit your throat. You hadn’t taken those drugs before hand and you almost didn’t want to do it now but it was already done. Your feet were moving along with the girls, tossing bodies left and right it felt like.

You lost sight of Dani very quickly.

You were running and jumping and laughing until the elder lady yelled to stop then you kept dancing.

Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing.

Dancing.

It seemed to go on forever. Your mind was hazed, your head hurt, your glances were so quick they gave you whiplash. You were smiling brightly when they announced they were down to the final eight. You finally saw Dani again, in the eight with you.

All of the fallen dancers had sat off on the side. You saw Christian, looking hilariously out of place. And Pelle.

Your heart swelled with love for Pelle. You could barely know anything else for a moment as you stared at him.

You couldn’t see it but in that moment, Dani believed she learned how much she hated Christian.

Then more dancing.

People were speaking and then it was just you and Dani, holding hands, dancing around in a circle, tired and out of breath. She stared at you and a smile went over her face as she held your hand.

And then she tripped. You stopped dancing and someone ran up to you, putting their hands on your shoulder.

“It’s over?” you asked.

“You are our May Queen!” they yelled. You were still hazzed. Each face looked the same. The people running up to you were strangers but you felt nothing but warmth for them. They placed a different flower crown atop your head.

Pelle ran up to you smiling brightly.

“Wow! May Queen, my love!” he said, giving you a strong kiss, both his hands resting on your cheeks. You were smiling brightly and then he was gone. You didn’t want him to go.

They carried you on a platform to a dinner table where you sat at the head, Dani beside you and Pelle on the other side as usual.

One of the elders stood at the end of the dinner.

“Now it is traditional for the May Queen to bless our crops and livestock. And after the luck you just inherited from that salt herring, we should all be doubly encouraged.” You looked around nervously.

“Can Pelle come with me?”

“No. The Queen must ride alone.”

You were starting to come to your own and realize how crazy this all was. How did you get here? How would you get out of here? You found yourself hoping you didn’t get out of here though. This felt like home. Some form of home. As you walked to the carriage you saw a glimpse of the pride on Pelle’s face.

It made you immensely happy.

======

They made you do a ritual in Swedish and you did your best with the limited knowledge of the language you knew. You went to Siv’s house, where she blessed you. You wondered where Dani was. You hoped she was alright. You should have let her become the May Queen. You should have let her win, just so you knew she was alright.

The women left you alone for only a moment where they ushered Pelle into the house with all of the beds where you were. He was still smiling that bright smile as he rushed up to you, hugging you tightly to him.

“You have no idea the amount of honor and pride you have brought to me. I am so very proud of you,” he said, cupping your cheeks. You tried not to get too flustered with your smile in return.

“So I get my picture up on that wall?” you questioned. He nodded pleasantly.

“Yes you will!” He kissed you passionately and you let him, allowing him to dip you a bit. “And you will be allowed to stay here, with the family.”

You didn’t even react. You didn’t feel the need to.

“With you?”

“Yes of course. You will be mine and I will be yours.”

You nodded happily.

“Where is Dani?” you asked.

“She is alright, she’s with the other women preparing. She is also going to stay.” You wanted to laugh of joy with that. “It is time for the final of the ceremonies,” he told you. “You will finally be able to give Christian what you think he deserves, if you wish it.”

He placed an even larger flower crown atop your head.

“And a dress as well, to fit a Queen.”

He gestured to the large flower dress in the room you hadn’t even noticed. He kissed you once more.

“It is time for the final ceremony. I’ll help you put on the dress. Are you ready?” he asked. He looked at you patiently. You nodded.

“Yes, I am.”

#pelle x reader #midsommar imagines #pelle imagines

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duskamethyst · 4 years

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heated.

a/n: first fic of 2021 and i just missed writing smut. i didn’t know how to end it lol but i feel like it’s something that we all can relate.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw, quirkless AU

warnings: degradation, orgasm denial, angry fucking, intoxication (voluntarily), car sex, bakugou being an annoying little shit

pairing: bakugou x f!reader

♪ music rec: f&mu by kehlani ♪

summary: you don’t know the reason why bakugou is mad at you and purposely avoid confrontations about it. it makes you pissed and annoyed so you decide to make him taste his own medicine.

“and where the fuck are you going?” your boyfriend glares at you from the couch as he scrutinizes the skimpy dress you have on while you nonchalantly walk from the room and reach for the front door. bakugou has been giving you an attitude these past couple of days and whenever you try to confront him about it, he just ignores you and walks out of the room.

you know something is bothering him when he starts to act up but you grow annoyed when he decides to not talk about it so you plan on doing the same and let him taste his own medicine until he comes clean about what has been going around in his mind. you’re not going to let him have his way all the time.

you already list out the things that could’ve displease him but he probably wants to keep you guessing. he really got on your last nerve so you’re not going to waste time putting up with his childish behavior when he can simply be straightforward about it.

rolling your eyes, you turn to look at him. “i’m going to the club with my friends.”

you miss the twitch on his eye when you turn back around and open the door, wanting to immediately leave the house without sparing a glance back to the angry male.

“i’m coming with you,” he says, making you stop in your tracks before turning to him in confusion. “you heard me, dumbass.”

you don’t know if you’re relieved that he still chooses to tag along with you, considering the fact that he has been trying to avoid you around the house but the thought about how tense the whole car ride would be dreads you more. without leaving you a second to reply anything back, bakugou walks to the room to change his clothes.

you could’ve just ignored him and left but that wouldn’t be the best idea since he’s not in such a great mood so you wait there until he walks past you and steps out from the house.

“the fuck you’re waiting for?” he glances back at you over his shoulder while walking towards his car.

yeah, maybe you should’ve just left him.

and you were absolutely right about the car ride being tense– it easily ruined your mood too. none of you said a word (if not for the fact that he was yelling madly to a lot of people on the road) to each other and you only kept staring blankly out the window. he usually liked to put his hand on your thigh as he drove but you already expected that, judging from your past experiences.

but your mood lifts up as soon as you see your friends again, completely ignoring and oblivious to bakugou’s presence as you swallow down drinks after drinks until you feel completely lightheaded and intoxicated.

bakugou only sits down by the bar as he watches you dance with your friends. aside from wanting to make sure to run up to you if you are to pass out (he tells himself that your friends can’t carry you) or need the toilet to puke, he also makes a mental note to watch if any guys dare to get closer to you. especially when he thinks that you look absolutely stunning tonight. but he also wonders why you have to pick that dress and initially decide to wear it without having him around. he knew he would have to tag along even when he didn’t really want to.

and there comes one hungry wolf.

bakugou observes as the man slowly creeps up behind you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder and immediately draws your attention to face the stranger. he leans closer to whisper in your ear while you try to listen through the blasting music and process through your clouded head. bakugou hates to admit that the man isn’t that bad looking but he knows that you’ll push him right away and not because he is in your presence– but because even if he’s not around to look after you, he believes that it’s something you would do, so he was never worried to let you go out with your friends.

and his eyes remain still at the two of you. for the most part, he only wants to witness the rejected look on the damned dude who even dared to lay his hand on you. the bastard should’ve realized that you’re way out of his league and maybe he would save some embarrassment for tonight.

seconds pass by in minutes and you still haven’t pushed the guy away. instead, you entertain him and the whispers go back to back between the two of you as if sharing some sort of secret that only you both know. it suddenly makes him feel like he’s the intruder gawking over another guy’s girlfriend.

from his fixed gaze, it’s almost as if bakugou hasn't blinked. he doesn’t miss the giggle and the smile on your lips as he wraps his arms around you before swaying your bodies together while your perfect ass brushes against his groin teasingly.

you should know better not to do that. you should know better that your boyfriend can easily knock the guy out, doesn’t matter if he’ll get kicked out for it. you should–

oh, you know alright. and you know well what you’re doing.

the moment you turn your linked bodies to face his way with a smirk tug on your lips and the guy burying his face on the crook of your neck– he realizes that you’re trying to push his buttons.

bakugou is fuming from his seat. though the look on his face sends shivers down your spine, you can’t deny that it also makes you feel hot and bothered. but bakugou is not one to easily back down from a challenge. it’s petty and a waste of his time but a small piece of him wants to see how far you can go and he’s daring you to.

it’s starting to make you feel annoyed when he still hasn't moved to pull you away so you try to step it up and provoke him further. with the guy’s hands around your body, you start to guide them down your hips and place them on your thighs, almost letting him touch and taste the sweet nectar in the middle, but not quite. your pussy is already aching for some relief but still, you’re not one to let a random stranger help you with it.

bakugou’s hands are balled into fists– so hard his knuckles are turning white as he glares at the hands that you easily let roam around your body. the same body that only he is allowed to touch and leave marks on but he still owns the thinning patience spared inside him and continues to watch what tricks you have up your sleeves for your next act before he blows up.

you think his persistence tonight is quite surprising. usually he’d already pull you close without a second thought when a guy even dares to glance your way for too long– but at the fact that one is currently having his hands all over you? you think it’s pretty impressive at how long he’s keeping up.

so you decide to amp up.

you turn around to face back the man around you and wrap your arm around his neck. the hands that are resting on your thighs shift on your hips again and you take the chance to roll your hips more erratically to bait him into moving his hands further down to your ass by his own will.

like a moth drawn to a flame, he does just that. he shamelessly places his hands on your ass and gives it a light squeeze before shifting lower to the hem of your mini dress and deliberately grazing his fingers against the skin on your butt cheeks.

“in three… two… one…”

the guy holding you is suddenly shoved further away as your body is pulled to another muscular build. you look up to see your angry boyfriend, his red irises matching the wrath in his eyes as he glowers at the startled man.

“fuck off.” bakugou snarls and pulls you away with him before the guy can reply anything back to him. bakugou won’t be able to hold himself from beating the fuck out of him if he spares even a millisecond longer in there.

you feel sorry for using the guy, but it has been fun. bakugou’s reaction is definitely what you’ve been yearning for and your efforts have been deemed to be fruitful. that’ll show him what he gets for giving you the cold shoulder.

“katsuki, you’re walking too fast!” you complain, clicking your heels to match his pace as he has his grip on your wrist. bakugou opens the back seat of his car and forcefully pushes you in and makes you stumble on your back before getting in himself and closing the door shut.

bakugou drags you closer to him by grabbing your thighs and you blink up innocently to him when he looms above your figure in the confined space of his back seat.

“‘suki?” you feign innocence even as your thighs are already pressing together from staring back into his intense and fiery eyes.

“don’t give me that.” he snorts. “acting like you didn’t know what you did.”

“did what?” you reply coyly, jutting your bottom lip into a pout.

“oh, you don’t know?” bakugou presses your cheeks together with his hand. “open your mouth.”

he eases his grip on your face and spits in your mouth as soon as you oblige, “that’s what sluts get. swallow it.”

to spite him, you do as you’re told with no hesitation and swat his hand away, “you deserved it, asshole.”

a look of amusement quickly washes across his face, “i think you should be put in your fucking place.”

“yeah? make me.” you challenge.

“brat.” he smirks before his hand reaches under your dress to rip off your panties. you look at him in disbelief as he brings up the cloth to show how well he just shredded the pesky cloth off of you. “your favorite? oops.”

bakugou lifts up the hem of your dress to your waist and a mischievous glint flashes in his eyes as he sees how you’re already drenched. “i haven’t touched you yet and you’re already this wet?” he chuckles. “a fucking dirty slut, aren’t you?”

“then it’s probably because the guy was touching me earlier.” you say mindlessly and the cocky look on his face instantly falters, his eyebrows furrow as he remembers back the show you put on from minutes ago.

“then you won’t be needing me to touch you, right?” he sneers while his thumb teasingly ghosts over your aching clit. “won’t be needing my tongue to clean up this dirty cunt, yeah?”

a pang of regret washes over you. maybe you took it too far just to spite him or maybe he’s just good at turning the tables around. either way, you know he’s trying to get you to beg for it.

the silence from your side tells him everything he needs to know. bakugou can play this petty game too and he won’t let you win so easily. “are you going to beg for it, brat?”

the relief you’ve been wanting is right in front of you yet bakugou wants to be an ass about it.

“no? you can go back to that fucking sleaze to help you out with it.” he jeers.

“if i wanted to, i would’ve done it already.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to his hand but he slaps your thigh instead.

“really? what do you actually want then?” he squeezes the supple flesh of your thigh and watches you squirm underneath him.

you look anywhere except his menacing gaze, “want you, ‘suki.”

bakugou slaps your thigh again, “look at me and say it.”

you nibble your lower lip and offer him your puppy eyes as you look up at him. “want you ‘suki, please. need you.”

“do you think you deserve it?” he snickers. this time, he’s generous enough to press your neglected clit but that alone easily sends sparks down to your core. “do you think you’ve been a good girl for me?”

“n-no.” you whine as you wriggle your hips needily for a tiny bit of alleviation.

“and do bad girls– no, dirty whores get to cum?”

“‘suki, please– i’m sorry.”

“good,” you look at him in anticipation as he tugs down his pants and briefs but he sits down in front of you instead and strokes his cock with his hand. “go ahead and show me you’re really sorry.”

looking at him dejectedly, you still get up on your knees to take his cock in your mouth. you want to start off with kitten licks on the tip but his hand is quick to grip the back of your head and forces your head down to take all of his cock until it hits your throat.

you choke and try to muffle something out but his hand leads you up and down his shaft as your tongue slobbers all around at every inch.

“fuuuck– what’s that?” he chuckles as he watches you struggle to take his fat cock all the way in that your eyes begin to get glassy. “whores don’t get to talk.”

bakugou’s head falls back as his hand continues to guide you down his length. his lips part to allow his soft groans to escape, eyes heavy as he focuses on your puffy lips wrapped prettily around his cock.

he holds your head still as he bucks his hips upwards and the tip instantly hits your throat again. you try to take control again, working your gag reflex and running your tongue up and down his cock and give special attention on the tip.

“fuck yeah. just like that.” bakugou growls.

glancing up to the male, you can clearly see how much bakugou is enjoying this– his eyes closed shut, chest heaving as breathy moans slip from his mouth. an idea strikes you and you start to think back how you even end up here. why do you bother giving him what he wants? weren’t you trying to make him learn his lesson? the look of pure bliss on his face only serves to be a provocation for you to proceed with your devious plan. what’s the worst that could happen?

so as your saliva slobbers all over his thick cock, wet and erotic that the squelching noises are able to drown his own grunts, his hips jerking as he reaches closer for his high– you bite the tip of his cock.

bakugou’s eyes shoot wide open as he yelps and pushes you away from him. a string of curses rips from his throat as he takes a few moments to regain himself but when he sees the smug look on your face, it only acts as a fuel to the blaze that was already starting to douse inside him– and you’re definitely going to pay for it.

“you fucking brat.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair and forces you down on your back again and lifts up your legs up to your chest. he slaps your clit before he sticks his tongue out and starts to lick a fat strip of your wet slits as you writhe in pleasure. your eyes immediately close and your nails dig the leather seat of his car.

“look at me when i’m eating this fucking pussy.” he spreads the slit open with his fingers and teases your clit with the tip of his tongue.

you shamefully turn your head to his direction, his irises ablaze with the usual perseverance to make you cum on his face while his mouth is attached to your cunt and his hands grip your thighs firmly to hold your legs up and spread. lewd squelching sounds echoes in the car and your breathing starts to hitch as you feel the coil inside your guts twists and turns tightly.

your legs start to tremble when he uses his finger to flick the aching bud and his wet muscle delves into your sopping hole. bakugou is nose deep inside your cunt, diligently laps off your essence like a man having his last meal.

“mmh– ‘suki– so good! gonna cum–” you cry as your hand grabs a lock of his hair to grind his face closer to your pussy. his mouth latches onto your clit, groaning a repetition of ‘mmph’s against the sensitive bud at how your tight hole is practically sucking his finger in with each of his thrust.

“yeah? gonna make a mess on my face, baby?” from the firm grip on his hair, bakugou realizes that you’re close. his eyes gaze upon your face– forehead glistening with sweat, chants of mewls and moans escaping from your gaping mouth that a bit of drool is already trickling from the corner and eyes screwed shut in pure ecstasy.

“yesyesyes– fuck!” you pant, toes curling in your shoes when the tight coil inside you is threatening to snap at any moment. “‘m gonna cum!”

and as you are about one step closer to your release, bakugou abruptly pulls away.

“you never learn your lesson, don’t you?” even through the dim lights of the parking lot, you can visibly see your juices glisten on his chin and the tip of his nose. “sluts don’t get to cum.”

your eyebrows furrow as you only silently watch him lean back on his seat and wipes his lips with his sleeve.

“i’m giving you a chance to start over,” he taps his thigh twice while the other hand pumps his hard cock, the tip flushing with a bead of precum. “show me you deserve to cum.”

you get up almost instantly before bakugou shifts in the middle to make space for you to prop on your knees in between his thighs. he guides you by the hips with his free hand, explicitly displaying his control over you at the moment before allowing you to impale yourself on his dick.

“how much do you want it?” sets of hazy, passion-filled eyes stare up at you while he teases your swollen clit with the tip of his cock and smearing your juices with his pre.

“i- i want it so bad, ‘suki.” the clench of your hands on his broad shoulder tenses at the sensitivity. you can see sweat already formed on his head and neck from the lack of ventilation in the car.

“hmm… and?” a grin etched on his lips as he spanks the flesh of your ass, hard enough to make your body jolt and a yelp to escape from your mouth.

“a-and i need your cock to make me full.” you whine, rolling your hips a little as if to relieve the annoying itch that you’ve been dying to scratch but couldn’t.

“so needy,” he tsked, guiding his throbbing cock down and halting just under your hole agonizingly. “lucky for you, i like needy little sluts.”

bakugou leads you by the hips to pull you down and hisses when he finally impales inside you. without wasting time, you start to desperately bounce on his fat cock and his hands find their way to grab your ass.

“fucking perfect– hah– so tight.” he leans further on his seat and watches his dick appear and disappear perfectly inside your sopping cunt in trance.

the praise serves as encouragement inside your head and causes you to ride and grind harder, completely heedless over how the car looks from the outside; bumping up and down.

the temperature in the car starts to rise and so are your bodies. vapors are already tinting the windows from the results of your heavy pants and none of you even mind about how suffocating it feels breathing through the dense air.

your body leans towards your boyfriend’s as your lips’ collide to a sloppy kiss before a loud moan tears from your throat when his grip on your ass tightens and rams his cock inside you relentlessly.

“look at you,” bakugou grunts over your shoulder as he continues to pound while your body arches over how good and deep he is inside that you can feel the tip brushing your cervix over and over. “fucked like a whore.”

the degradation makes you feel hotter than it should and you can only whine in agreement. as your orgasm gradually builds up, you quickly sense your pussy clenching tighter around his cock and feel every vein that brushes against your wall.

“mmmhh– so good!” you sob as your mind turns hazy, body trembling again once the same coil begins to twist and turn tightly and begging to break.

“wanna cum on this fat cock, don’t you?” he growls against your skin and smacks your ass before picking up the pace and fucks you harder. “let me hear you.”

“i– cum– please!” you try to form cohesive words in your head but nonsense babbles are the only things leaving your mouth.

bakugou lets out a haughty chuckle. “i can’t fucking–” he slaps your ass again, “hear you.”

through his teasing, even his own pace starts to stutter from how good your cunt is milking his cock but cumming first would mean losing.

“t-too much!” your hand curls into a fist through his hair. “wanna cum wanna cu–! ah!” you whimper in a chant before your eyes roll back and a huge wave of orgasm washes throughout your body and finally sends you into a state of frenzy.

“that’s it, baby.” his sporadic thrusts continue, making you whine from the overstimulation but he can feel that he’s already close from the twitch of his cock. “gonna fill you up.”

you can only hold on to him for dear life as he increases his faltering pace again until he can finally cross the bridge that leads him to his own high.

“f-fuck–!” bakugou bites your shoulder to muffle his moan and the clench on your ass that never left becomes stronger as he releases his hot cum inside you.

bakugou unlatches from your shoulder when you wail from the stinging pain and snickers to himself while he takes time to regain his composure. you push back his wet bangs with your fingers and place a chaste kiss on his sweaty forehead.

“so are you gonna tell me why you were mad?” you murmur, pulling away and sitting next to him before he pulls his pants back up. bakugou ponders over the reason with a furrowed brow and walks out from the car to take a heap of fresh air instead.

you’re too tired to get irritated this time, so you slip to the front seat and open the door to take a breather yourself. when he gets back into the car, he turns on the engine and the air conditioner before letting out a deep sigh.

“because...” he mumbles quietly just enough for you to hear and avoids looking at you straight in the eyes. “you retweeted a spoiler from the manga i’m reading.”

“wait, what?” you don’t know if you want to laugh or get mad because you’re sure that it had a spoiler warning and it wouldn’t be entirely your fault.

“shut up, dumbass. it fucking ruined my whole day. i don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”

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