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monstacheol · 10 months ago

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𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮

❀Pairing: C.SC x afab! reader

❀Summary: When your husband goes on a two-week business trip, you are left alone in the comfort of your shared home until your heat hit unexpectedly. With Cheol away, you have to break this heat soon before he comes back. Turns out….he came back sooner than you thought.

❀WC: 4.3K (Originally supposed to be 2K words but I wrote too much.)

❀Warning: Dom! Alpha Seungcheol, Sub! Omega Reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe everyone), mild dirty talk, breeding, mention of a baby, pet name: (y/n): baby, princess, sweet girl; Cheol: cheol, daddy( a few time) (I'm missing out a lot. Let me know and I'll add more.)

❀Taglist: @kyeomiis @onlywonwoorideul @scoupsieee @jimintopiaaaa @gyuguys @rissepuffs04 @yawnozone

❀Notes: It has been a while since I wrote smut, especially an omegaverse one, so I don't know if this is good. I worked hard on it the best I could. Please bear with me. I am rusty and my writing style has changed. It is also proofread and edited. I edited it the best I could. So if there is any minor grammar error, I'm so sorry. If this is any good, I'll write the next prompt I had in mind. One of two or three that I have before school starts for me. So I hope you enjoy it and if it's awful (I think it is but that's my opinion because I was stressing about it for weeks), I'm so sorry and I hope to improve soon. Please comment, like, reblog for support.

You were curled up on the bed, panting, hot, and wearing nothing but your husband's t-shirt and your fingers stuffed inside as you were surrounded by your husband's clothes in your lovely nest. Your mind was lost in a daze as you could smell his scent flowing around you, leading you to fuck yourself in bliss. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as you imagined his hands on your body, his voice in your ear, and his breath on your skin. You moan softly, feeling the intensity building up inside you. The fantasy of him being there with you pushed you over the edge, bringing you to a shuddering climax that left you breathless. But you didn't stop. You couldn't stop. You kept pumping yourself, imagining how he would do it.

How did we come to get to this point? How did this even happen? Well…

"Two weeks," you question.

Your husband nods his head as he adds, "Yes, two weeks."

A two-week business trip alone here in your home. You knew that your husband would be taking an upcoming business trip, but you didn't know it would be this long. You anticipated a few days at most, not the entire two weeks. The thought of being alone in the house for that long makes you feel a bit anxious and lonely as you pout.

"I know that look. You're pouting," Seungcheol said with a teasing smile.

In denial, you softly argue, "I'm not pouting; I'm just... not used to you being away for so long," you reply, trying to mask your disappointment. Seungcheol chuckles, knowing how much you will miss him. He then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. As I breathed in his scent of cherry and sandalwood, "It will be alright. I promise to call you every day and make it up to you when I get back," he reassured you, kissing your forehead.

You knew he was right, but what to do in a house by yourself? You and your husband have always been together. You were first college sweethearts, meeting each other through a mutual friend. Then, the moment you both graduated, he gave the sweetest proposal, and you've been inseparable ever since. But after three years of marriage, this will be the longest he has ever been away. You can't help but feel anxious about being apart for so long, but you have to make the most of it. Maybe you can hang out with your friends more often, or take Kkuma to that park she likes to go to. Perhaps you can finally finish that project you've been putting off. The possibilities are endless. He finished packing his luggage for this journey, and after he was done, you both walked to the door. You could hear tiny steps coming behind you as Kkuma followed closely. You both stopped at the entrance doorway as Kkuma sat there below your feet, looking up with those big eyes. Your husband kneeled down to pet her and show her lots of affection.

"Kkuma. Be a good girl, princess, while Daddy is away. Make sure to look out and take care of Mommy," Seungcheol cooed as he ruffled her hair, trying not to ruin the cute pink bow he placed on her head. He stood up from his kneeling position, and he turned to you, still pouting.

"You promise to call," you assert, looking up at him. Seungcheol smiled down at you, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. "Of course, I promise," he replied before kissing you.

"Don't worry, I will be back before you know it," Seungcheol assured you with a smile, grabbing your face and pecking your lips.

That was nine days ago. And now, here you are, sitting on your shared bed, surrounded by his clothes. In heat. Trying to relieve yourself before your husband returns. The first day without him was fine. You got your daily message from him, telling you how he misses you and sending you pictures, and you always responded. You even get to spend time with your friends. The second day went without a hitch as well. Then the third, then the fourth. But on the fifth day, you felt off. You sensed that something wasn't right. You felt tired. You didn't feel like yourself. You care less about eating or drinking and more about just lying down and resting. You tried to shake off the feeling, but it persisted. It was then that you realized that, you were about to go in heat. You didn't think it would happen so soon and on the day that your husband was gone. You gasp as your fingers pump inside you vigorously, the pleasure building as you give in to your body's desires. You came so many times, leaving the bed and your panties soaked with your release, but it wasn't enough. You need more. You crave for him. You need his touch. You need him.

"Cheolie," you whimper.

"Y/N," you heard.

You froze as you heard the voice you didn't expect to hear. You look up to see your husband staring there, wearing only casual clothes with a surprise on his face.

"C-Cheol. "W-What are you?"

"You're in heat, aren't you?" Seuncheol asked.

You didn't say anything, but your silence said it all for him. "My poor baby," he said as he stepped closer to you. He climbed into the bed toward you, his hand reaching out to gently touch your face.

"Left alone, all hot and bothered. Missing your Alpha so much that you made a nest out of all of his clothes. So much that you have to finger yourself just to feel a little relief. It must hurt, doesn't it?" Seungcheol said as his hand brushed through your hair.

Tears trickled down your cheeks as you nodded. "It hurts so much, Daddy," you said as you reached out, clutching his shirt. "P-Please," you begged.

Seungcheol shushed you gently, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "It's okay, baby girl. I'm here now, baby. Daddy's home. Daddy will take care of you," he whispered soothingly, kissing your head.

You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, making your head spin. He pulled away to drape kisses across your face until they finally landed on your soft lips. You melted into the kiss as it became passionate and intense, completely losing yourself in the moment. You wrap your arm around him as he deepens the kiss, laying you down on the bed. The kiss became electrifying. His hands traced the curves of your body, causing you to gasp in pleasure, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of your mouth. His lips then traveled from your jaw to your neck. You couldn't help but lose yourself in the passion of his touch.

"My sweet girl," Seungcheol murmurs into your neck as he inhales your scent. Your sweet scent of (whatever scent you want it to be). He groans softly, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You were going crazy. Him. His touch. His scent was intoxicating. It was enough to make you go wild. You never wanted it to end.

"I've missed you so much," he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. His lips attacked your neck, kissing, biting, and sucking, which you were certain would leave a mark. You uttered a soft gasp, feeling a rush of desire and anticipation coursing through your body. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you even more.

"Miss you so much that I came back early to surprise my darling wife, and what do I see? You in heat, wearing my shirt, fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours, smelling so irresistible." He presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your collarbone. He grabs h̶i̶s̶ your shirt, pulling it over your head, revealing your naked body underneath, just for him. "It's enough to send me into a rut," he whispers huskily.

His words made your pussy clench. God, do you need him? You reach out for him, grabbing his shirt. "Cheollie. Your shirt," you whine.

Seungcheol faintly chuckles. "What? What do you want?" he teasingly asks. You grab his shirt and pull on it. "I want it off," you whisper, your voice filled with desire.

Seungcheol obliged, removing his shirt and throwing the piece of clothing on the floor, not caring where it landed, revealing his well-toned chest and toned abs. Was this man gorgeous or what? You couldn't resist running your hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"Like what you see, baby?" Seungcheol asked with a smirk, his eyes full of mischief.

You nodded eagerly, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours, and you couldn't resist kissing him back. The kiss deepened.

His large hands cup your breasts, massaging them with care, and then he leans down to attach his lips to one of your nipples as he toys with the other. You arch your back in response, a soft moan escaping your lips as his touch sends shivers down your spine. He continues to suck and bite your sensitive flesh, making you squirm with pleasure as he repeats it to others.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close and feeling his cock pressing against the front of his pants, hard and ready for you. You gasped as you felt the fiction of him grinding against you. "Cheol," you whimper.

He looked up at you with a smirk. "Patient baby," he whispered before teasefully biting your nipple. You pouted. You want more. You need his lips. You need more. You need to feel him inside you. He releases your swollen nipple with a 'pop' before trailing kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your panties. You knew you were going to get exactly what you wanted. He hooked his finger on the waistband of your panties, pulling down slowly until they were completely off, revealing your wet core. You could hear a sudden, small curse fall from his lips as he saw how wet you were.

"Baby, you're dripping so much," Seungcheol murmured. You gasped as his fingers traced the outer edges of your folds. "How many times did you cum?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. You felt a surge of arousal at his words, your body responding eagerly to his touch. "So many," you admitted breathlessly.

Seungcheol softly chuckled at your cuteness. He lightly blew on your wet heat, causing you to shiver and whine. He then grabbed your thighs to place them on his shoulder, placing kisses along your inner thighs and making you shiver with anticipation. "Then allow me to make you cum some more," he whispered seductively as he trailed his lips up towards your core.

His tongue dips between your slick folds, eliciting a moan from your lips. "You taste so sweet," he growled before diving back in with fervor. The intensity of his actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch your back in ecstasy. His tongue traced from your dripping hole to your clit, as he sucked on the sensitive bud, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your hands grip his hair as he continues to expertly work his magic. "Please don't stop," you beg, desperate to reach the peak of ecstasy.

"Feels good," he murmurs. "So good," you whisper, feeling the tension building within you. He groaned against your core, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensation. If there's one thing that Seungcheol loves the most, it's pleasing you until you're a quivering mess of pleasure and desire. He could eat you all day if you let him. The way he makes you feel is unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you never want it to end. Seungcheol's skilled tongue continued to work its magic; you could hear the knot in your stomach tighten. You were close.

"I'm close," you gasp, your body trembling with anticipation as he brings you to the brink of release. He muttered, not even letting up, "Let go, baby."

His voice was low and husky, and his words sent a shiver down your spine as you finally let go, the intensity of your release washing over you in waves of pleasure. Seungcheol continued to please you, drinking everything you had to offer, his skilled tongue never faltering in its movements. As you came down from your high, he leaned up to your lips to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled away for a moment to pull on the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing length. Your mouth watered as he wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked it. "You want it?" he asked, his voice husky.

You nod eagerly. "Beg for it," Seungcheol growls.

"P-please. Cheol," you begged, your voice filled with need and desperation.

"Please, what?" he titillated, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Please put it in, Daddy. I want to feel you. I want you inside me so bad. I want you to knot me up. I want you to fill me up completely with your cum," you whimpered. Your body ached for his touch, aching to be filled with pleasure.

"You want Alpha to cum inside? Want me to fill you up? Give you my knot. Fill you up so deep with cum until you are swollen with my babies? You want that, don't you?" He whispered seductively, his voice low and husky. You nodded eagerly. Just the thought of him breeding you and filling you with his cum just sent shivers down your spine. You want it so badly right now.

"Please, Alpha," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation of feeling him inside you was almost unbearable. "What a good girl, asking so politely," he compliments.

His hands roamed over your body, teasing and tantalizing you as he positioned himself between your legs. With a smirk, he leaned in close and whispered, "I'll give you everything you want, my sweet Omega."

With a low growl, he slowly pushed inside you, making you gasp and arch your back in pleasure. He groans as the feel of your tightness envelopes him. "Fuck, you're so tight, princess," he murmurs.

As he began to move in a slow and steady rhythm, you felt every inch of him pulsating within you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. The sight below Seungcheol was so mesmerizing. Just seeing you writhing beneath him, your eyes fluttering and your lips parting in silent ecstasy, was enough to drive him wild with desire.

With each thrust, he could feel your body responding eagerly to his touch, igniting a fire within him that only grew stronger with each passing moment. His thrust began to pick up speed as your moans grew louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room with an intoxicating rhythm. "Alpha," you moan. Your voice is filled with desire and need. You are in ecstasy right now.

Seungcheol's name on your lips only fueled his passion further, pushing him to give you everything you craved. As he continued to move inside you, the intensity of your connection soared to unforseen levels, rendering both of you breathless and lost in the moment. The two of you were intoxicated by each other.

He lifts your legs to place them on his shoulder, deepening the penetration and intensifying the pleasure. The change in angle allowed him to hit all the right spots. "T-There," you utter. "There?" he reiterates, his voice husky with desire. "Yes, right there," you moan as he hits that sweet spot inside you, making your body tremble with pleasure. He chuckles slightly as he repeatedly hits that spot, causing you to lose control of your senses. Your hands grip the sheets tightly as your hips move in perfect sync with his thrusts, the sensation becoming more intense with each movement. The way your moan was mixed with the squelching sound of your wet cunt was music to his ears.

He paused his movement to pull out, leaving you to whimper in protest. He lifts you up and changes positions. His back presses against the headboard, and you now sitting on his lap. Holding your body in place, he lines his cock up with your entrance and slowly enters you again, filling you. Your body takes over, and you ride him with wild abandon, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "That's it. Good girl," he mutters as his eyes roll back, biting his lips.

Your moan mingles with his groans, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoes through the air, heightening the intensity of the moment. His hips thrust upward, meeting yours in the middle, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts deeper and harder. "Alpha," you whine.

With his half-lid eyes, he saw the pure ecstasy on your face. Drinking in your fuck-out expression and my god, you look beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. There were so many words he could use to call you right now. But right now, at this moment, you were the most exquisite sight he had ever seen. You were everything that he had dreamed of, and so much more. And he could fall in love with you again and again and again.

Your bounces become more urgent, and your breath comes in short gasps. "So good. So deep," you whisper breathlessly. "You like that. You like your Alpha cock deep inside you, don't you?" His words send a shiver down your spine as you nod eagerly, unable to form a coherent response. His eyes lock with yours. He leans in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he continues to move inside you with a relentless rhythm. The kiss deepens as his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to him.

Seungcheol's hand reaches between your bodies as his thumb finds its way to your clit, rubbing small circles that push you closer to the edge. You moan at his touch. Pulling away from the kiss, your gaze is locked on his half-lidded gaze, a gaze full of desire and intensity. You felt the coils in your stomach tighten as the pleasure built, and your body was on the brink of ecstasy. You were close, and he knew it. His lips twitch into an amusing smirk, the corners crinkling with amusement. "That's my girl. Such a good girl for me, riding me so beautifully. Are you close, baby," he whispers huskily.

"I'm close. So close, Cheol," you gasp out as your climax approaches. Seungcheol's movements become more urgent as he whispers in your ear, "Let go for me, princess. Let me feel you come apart around me."

As you cry out his name and finally reach your peak, "That's it, baby. Let's go. You're so beautiful when you cum," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, as you ride out the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your body trembles in his arms. Your cunt clenches around him as he continues to move inside you, prolonging your ecstasy. "Fuck!"

Seungcheol groans at the feel of your walls pulsating around him. Seungcheol holds your body close, flipping you back into your previous position, laying you on your back. His hand grips your hips tightly as he pounds into you relentlessly, his own desire evident in his intense gaze. You arch your back in response, reacting to his movements with equal fervor, surrendering completely to the pleasure he bestows on you. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your moans and his grunts. Seungcheol's pace became more erratic as he chased his own release, his movements becoming more desperate and erratic.

"Fuck. Are you ready for Alpha knot?" he growls, his voice low and husky with need. You nod eagerly, your body trembling with anticipation as he finally locks you in place with a deep, primal thrust. His knot thickens and swells, filling you as you cry out in ecstasy. In that moment, you are overwhelmed by the feeling of being claimed by your Alpha, and you can't help but surrender to the primal pleasure coursing through you. His primal growl, his fast, aggressive pace, and the feel of his knot locking inside you send you over the edge, bringing you closer to another orgasm. His breath ragged against your ear as you clung to him desperately.

"C-Cheol," you begged, your voice filled with desperation and desire. You feel his body tense up as he releases it inside you, filling you with his warmth. The sensation of his release triggers your own, sending you both into a state of blissful ecstasy. You cling to him desperately, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being claimed by your Alpha. Your bodies were entwined in a tangled mess of limbs and heavy breathing, totally exhausted by the raw intensity. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and sex.

Seungcheol waited for his knot to swell down before he could pull out and collapse next to you, completely depleted. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a tender embrace. Pushing your hair to the side. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. His hand caresses your waist gently. You nodded. "I'm fine."

Seungcheol smiled, relieved to hear your response. He placed a kiss on your forehead. You were so happy to see him. If this was ever a dream, you never wanted to wake up. Your husband is home. Early... Wait. Why is he back here so early?

"Wait. You came back so early. I thought-."

"Ah," Seungcheol interrupted. "We ended up finishing up early, and instead of me staying for the next few days, I decided to go home. I wanted to call you to let you know, but I wanted to surprise you. Turns out you surprised me," he chuckled.

Oh, so that's why. You didn't expect him to come back early, nor were you expecting your heat to come either. But you were glad. "Welcome back home. I'm glad you're back," you replied, grateful for his presence. Seungcheol thanked you, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I'm glad too. I felt awful leaving you here on your own without anyone. So I was thinking, " Seungcheol started. Your eyes turn to him, curious about what he is going to say next. His hand grabs your hand, twirling around your wedding band on your finger before he places a kiss on the back of your hand. He looked into your eyes and finally said what he wanted to say.

"I was thinking, and I know we have talked about this so much, but why don't we start trying for a baby? I think we are ready to take that big step," he said, looking at you with a hopeful expression.

His sudden suggestion stunned you. A baby. A baby with Seungcheol. This. This was a huge decision. And you know you both talked about it during your marriage and said that you both would give it some thought. But now, faced with the reality, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of such a life-changing decision. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, before responding to Seungcheol's proposal.

"Now before you answer, if you don't want to, I won't force you, and I will wait as long as you want. Whatever you decide, I will respect it. But just know that I love you so much, and I want to take that next step with you in our marriage. I want to be the father of our children. Plus, I think Kkuma will love having siblings to play with," he added.

You giggled at his last response. Deep down, you knew that you had always dreamed of starting a family with him. From the moment you said, 'I do', you knew he was the one you wanted to share your life with and raise a family with. And this. This new chapter of having a baby together would be the perfect step. "I love you too, and I can't imagine a future without you by my side," you finally said, feeling the weight of his words sink in. "Let's start planning for our family together," you joyfully say.

Seungcheol smiled back at you, his eyes shining with joy as he held your cheek, placed a gentle kiss on your lips, and then placed a few more. He smiled softly at you, looking into your eyes, before flipping you over on your stomach on all fours, causing you to squeal. "C-Cheol," you say.

"What? You didn't think this was over?" Seungcheol responded with a mischievous smile. You could feel his lips tracing kisses across your back. His lips trace up your back, making you shiver, and you cry out in protest.

"B-But. Shouldn't we take a break? You just returned from your trip," you mentioned between breaths.

Seungcheol just chuckled and disregardingly ignored what you had just said. His hands roam your body as he leans over, his chest pressing against your back.

"We both know your heat doesn't end there. If we want that baby, we need to keep going. I did promise I would make it up to you, and I intend to keep my word," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

His hand grabs your face, turning you to look at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"We got all night, baby, and I want… No, I NEED to make sure you're nice, full, and swollen with my baby. And Daddy will make sure that happens," Seungcheol whispered with a devilish grin.

You softly moan in response, feeling a rush of desire and anticipation. Seungcheol's lips curled into a knowing smile before he pressed them against yours, sealing the unspoken agreement between you. It was then that you realized that the night was far from over.

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fivestaralien · 1 year ago

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sunday reset

seungcheol x gn!reader

word count: 630

warnings"+: none just fluff!

a.n.// watched the LALALI mv and I swear cheol is doing it on purpose. he's like my secret crush that I never talk about but when he's mentioned I talk about him for HOURS. anyways pls enjoy and stay safe!!

Today was something you had been looking forward to since your friends had brought up the idea of a sunday reset. Each of you are given specific things to bring. You were in charge of skin care and suggested hosting at yours and Seungcheols place. He would be going out with his friends so you have the entire place to yourselves.

“Do you have everything you need?” Your boyfriend asks while coming up to hug you from behind.

“I’m all good. Have fun with the guys.” You quickly peck his cheek and get him out of the door as fast as possible. Seungcheol pouts, putting a hand above your head on the doorframe.

“You won’t even give me a real kiss?”

“You’re so annoying.” Rolling your eyes with a smile. You reach up on your toes and kiss him sweetly.

He cups your face with his free hand to tilt your head up, deepening the kiss just like he always does. No simple kiss was ever enough for Seungcheol but you would be concerned if it was anything less from him. After a few seconds you pull away and he unreluctantly leaves.

About an hour goes by and neither of your friends have shown up. Confused and slightly concerned, you text them asking when they would be over. They reply fairly quickly, both saying they had forgotten and were already out doing things.

You shut your phone off, not even bothering to reply. The next few minutes you fiddle with the blanket draped across your legs, thinking about what to do now. You end up putting everything back into your bathroom and put on the newest show you had been watching.

you: so… the girls didn’t come. I’ll save you the extra face masks cheol<3: ?? wdym? weren't they supposed to be there an hour ago? cheol<3: did they just not show up? you: something like that…. it’s fine tho im just catching up on my show cheol<3: no im coming home and picking up what they were supposed to bring you: you dont have to do that but thank you baby cheol<3: uh yes I do. dont argue, the guys told me to leave. they don't want you to be alone either. I will be back soon!

You busy yourself with setting up everything back on the coffee table like you had before. When Seungcheol eventually walked through the door he found you curled up on the couch staring blankly at the t.v. He frowns at the sight, walking up to you and gently pets the side of your head. You look up at him with a small smile and he bends down to kiss you.

“I’m sorry they couldn’t make it, baby. I brought you your favorites.” He kisses you again.

“It’s okay. You’re here now so that's all that matters to me and thank you. You didn’t have to. Sorry for making you ditch guys night.” You tell him in a whisper. He pushes both of your cheeks together making your lips pout.

“Don’t do that. You know i’d drop everything for you and they don’t care. There is always another day we can hang out.”

Seungcheol caresses your cheeks, once again kissing your pouty lips causing you to laugh. He stands up fully reaching out a hand for you to grab, which you do without hesitation. The two of you make the food he had brought and pour some drinks.

The night is filled with laughs and endless talking, giggling at how each other looks in the animal face masks you bought and hours of cuddling. Even though you were still upset that your friends basically forgot about a night they planned, you were glad that Seungcheol was here to cheer you up.

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mymoodwriting · 6 months ago

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Request for Anon (yandere hybrid TBZ) 9.2k, yandere, hybrids, rich girl reader, voyeurism, creep behavior, possessiveness, manipulation, drugs, sedatives, aphrodisiac, betrayal, smut, non-con, dub-con, mentions of heat and rut cycles, fingering, oral: female receiving, claws, overstimulation, mind break, double penetration, cream pie, handjob, aftercare, implied murder (@starillusion13)

“Can I go with you? Pretty please?!”

“Eric.” You chuckled. “You know I can’t be taking you out with me.”

“Please, I’ll behave, I promise.”

“I know you would, but it’s not about that. My Eric is a very special hybrid, a rare breed. If I take you out in public you’d attract all kinds of attention and I don’t like sharing.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“Of course not. Although taking one of you out is also unfair to the rest, so it’s best you all stay home where I know you’re safe and sound.”

“Hmph.” Eric pouted. “This is ridiculous.”

“I won’t be gone too long. I’m just meeting up with friends and doing a bit of shopping, that’s all. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You playfully ruffled up Eric’s hair, careful of his cute round ears. That seemed to wipe away the pout and bring a smile to his face, but he was quick to correct himself. You had been with them long enough not to fall for their traps, so he couldn’t do anything to change your mind.

“Sangyeon!” You called out for the oldest hybrid. “Can you come here for a moment.”

“Yes?”

“As you know, you’re in charge while I’m gone. You know where everyone’s food is, and I’ll be back before dinner.”

“We’ll be alright in the meantime.”

“Good. Stay out of trouble.”

“Well will.”

“Alright. I’m off, bye-bye.”

You placed a chaste kiss on Eric’s cheek, doing the same for Sangyeon before stepping out. The two waved you off, although as soon as the door was closed Eric was racing up the stairs. A second later Sangyeon is following behind him, knowing exactly where he was running off to and the trouble he might cause.

“Eric! You better not do what I think you’re gonna do!” Sangyeon yelled at the maknae. “Gosh, I hate his cheetah half.”

As expected Sangyeon found Eric in your room, specifically your closet where you kept your hamper of dirty clothes. Which were now splayed out on the floor with Eric rolling around in it and smelling them. The surprising part was that Eric wasn’t alone. Apparently Juyeon and Haknyeon had been waiting for your departure in order to go through your dirty laundry as well. Sangyeon sighed, and his presence made all three freeze.

“You guys are unbelievable, and gross.”

“Pajama shirt?” Haknyeon offered shyly. “It’s from this morning…”

“This house is full of her scent, you don’t need to go through her dirty laundry like this!”

“But it’s nice.” Juyeon counted. “Her raw scent is amazing. You know when she goes out and stuff she has creams and perfume on. It masks her real scent.”

“Regardless, since you made a mess I expect you to clean up.”

“We will.”

“I mean doing her laundry and washing her floors. This room better be spotless before she gets back.”

“Fine.” Eric groaned. “We’ll clean her room.”

“And no loose fur left behind.”

“We know.”

“Y’all better shower too.”

“No way! Her scent-”

“Eric.”

“Fine, fine… we’ll shower too…”

“Then you may continue, weirdos.”

Sangyeon shut the door behind him, leaving the trio to be weird in private. He went back downstairs, going into the living room and seeing Jacob and Younghoon at the window, watching you drive off and leave. He joined the two in quiet observation until your car was out of sight.

“There’s nothing good out there.” Younghoon growled. “It’s better she stay home with us. We need to find some way to keep her close.”

“We’ll figure something out.” Sangyeon assured. “Just be patient.”

“You say that everyday.”

“And you haven’t made any suggestions either.”

“Don’t fight.” Jacob cut in. “There’s no reason for us to cause conflict with each other. We need to work together.”

“The others don’t seem to share in our concerns.” Younghoon mentioned. “So we’re not all working together.”

“Let them have their fun.” Sangyeon remarked. “They wouldn’t oppose us if they knew, besides, they keep y/n from getting suspicious. Come on, with her gone we can tidy-up the house without issue. We all have our chores. The little kittens are dealing with y/n’s room today.”

“Are they rolling around in y/n’s dirty clothes again?” Jacob asked.

“You know it.”

“I swear if they rip something we’re all gonna be in trouble. Especially the guilty party.”

“Maybe we should declaw them.” Younghoon commented. “That should keep them out of trouble.”

“And maybe we do the same to you while we’re at it.”

“Enough.” Sangyeon snapped. “Let’s go, the house won’t clean itself.”

You did have maids to clean the house, but Sangyeon suggested helping out, that way they don’t all feel like such lazy freeloaders. You allowed it, but only every now and then. The boys all had chores, and Sangyeon would go around making sure everyone completed theirs. Around lunchtime he went to the pantry to gather everyone’s food. They were all different types of hybrids and had special diets. As the oldest Sangyeon was in charge of the others, it also helped that he was a lion hybrid, a natural leader of the animal kingdom.

At lunchtime everyone was called down and they all ate together while watching TV. With chores done they could just unwind and wait for you to get home. The house was big enough to provide them with many activities, both human and creature ones. Although a few of them did prefer a nice nap in the evening. Once you returned word got around the house and everyone was at the front door waiting to welcome you home.

“Guys, I’m-!”

You barely got a word out before you were embraced by multiple hybrids. You should be used to the welcome home ambush by now, yet it always surprised you. Laughter escaped your lips and you hugged back those nearest to you, placing kisses on heads as you greeted them too.

“Hi, hi, I’m home, did you guys miss me?”

“Always!”

“Did you behave?”

“Of course!”

After everyone got their hugs and kisses you could move past the front entryway, going up to your room and settling down. They all wanted to follow you, but they knew it wasn’t good to crowd you, so they held back, at least most did, a few did go up with you.

“So, how was your day?”

Kevin jumped on your bed as he asked his question, getting shoved to the side by Sunwoo a moment later.

“Did you buy me something?” Sunwoo joked. “I should have a collar.”

“Or a trash bin.” Kevin chuckled.

“Ya! I’m a domesticated raccoon, they do exist in the world!”

“In zoos.”

“Just like deers!”

“Except deers can roam free in the zoo, you trash diggers need to be caged.”

“Ya!”

The two were soon tussling on the bed. Sunwoo yanking on Kevin’s cute little antlers, while Kevin was yanking on Sunwoo’s tail. You let them go at it for a while before you separated them, telling them not to fight and apologize to one another. You knew they all got along well, but sometimes they clashed on such trivial things.

“I thought you promised to stay out of trouble.”

“Nobody got seriously hurt…”

“As if either of you aren’t licking your wounds.”

“It’s fine… but how was your day anyway?”

“Fun. Got to catch up with the girls and eat at one of my favorite places. Although I’m very happy to be home with my hybrids.”

“We missed you a lot too.”

You eventually went back down with the two, preparing dinner. Everyone gathered together to eat, watching a drama until late into the night. You excused yourself first, needing to shower and unwind a bit before bed. Of course the boys gave you some privacy, but a few like to sit outside the door and just listen. No one dared to open the door, it was locked either way. You were always greeted with big smiles after a shower, your boys excited for bed. Even though they each had their own room, when it came to sleeping, they all preferred your bedroom. For that reason your bed was huge, about three king sizes put together.

The boys fought over who got to sleep at your side, although it was really all for show. They had their schedule so things were done fairly, but you let them have their fights, it was good for them. Before bed though you had a little chat with Sangyeon, asking about the day and if the others had behaved. Sangyeon did well to keep everyone in line, so you trusted him when it came to the well being of the others. With that settled you returned to your room, happy to crawl into bed, going to your place in the center. You were met with lots of warm cuddles and slowly you began to drift off into sleep. With your hybrids you knew you were always safe.

🖤

“As beautiful as it is to watch, it pains me that I can’t touch.”

Late into the night some hybrids were awake, a fit of insomnia, or late night snacks. Although many enjoyed the view. Chanhee absolutely adored watching you sleep. You were so peaceful and cute, he just wanted to squeeze you so tight, but he had to show restraint. The others also knew this and kept an eye on him as well. No one was allowed to disturb your sleep.

“Easy, Chanhee.” Younghoon growled lowly. “You’re not in heat, are you?”

“Don’t remind him.” Changmin chuckled. “A bunny in heat is a nightmare.”

“I’m taking my meds.” Chanhee huffed. “What about you, wolf boy?”

“I could fuck her better than you.” Younghoon hissed. “With or without a rut.”

“Let’s not talk about this while she’s sleeping right in front of us.” Hyunjae stated. “If she were to hear any of this-”

“We’d handle it.”

“You always say that. When are we actually gonna-”

“Patience.” Jacob reminded. “We’ll have our chance soon enough.”

“But when?”

“Soon.”

🖤

Every morning you’d wake up with someone different at your side from who you went to bed with. There were also less hybrids in the room. Many of them were morning creatures, and you couldn’t blame them. It was well past breakfast by the time you woke up, and you had to drag a few of your hybrids out of bed. By the time you made it to the dining room, breakfast was served. You sat at your usual place, greeting all your boys. This was your normal life, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You were the only daughter of a powerful family, the youngest of two children, so you had things pretty easy. Or at least that’s how everyone saw things. Your older brother was the chaebol, the one to inherit everything. So your family never burdened you with any sort of responsibilities related to the company. They just spoiled you and made sure you had everything you could ever need. Even as you got older and could understand things better, you weren’t allowed to deal with the company. You thought maybe your brother would want your help, but he refused you too. You were alone and that led to all your hybrids.

They were all a gift, from you to yourself. You had all this money, and you didn’t want to be alone anymore. So you got yourself all sorts of hybrids. There were the rare breeds like Changmin, your energetic kangaroo, and Hyunjae, your precious bear. Of course you had to have your felines, a powerful lion like Sangyeon, a badass puma like Juyeon, your speedster cheetah Eric, and your adorable siamese kitty Haknyeon. Not all your boys needed to be rare and exotic so you got some more domestic ones. Like your fluffy bunny, Chanhee, and cute golden retriever, Jacob. Although you never seemed to have enough and wanted just a little more variety. That’s when you decided to get your beautiful wolf, Younghoon, your wonderful deer, Kevin, and your amazing raccoon, Sunwoo. They were your family, and that’s all you could ever ask for.

Most of your days were spent doing as you pleased with your boys, only going out to meet up with friends. Your parents called every now and then, but rarely visited. Your brother would come check on you once in a while, but you know he probably did so to keep up appearances. You stopped asking about the family business, and caring, a long time ago. So you kept to yourself at home most of the time. You didn’t mind this at all, plenty of things to do so you didn’t have to bother with the rest of the world. When you were expecting guests you’d prepare accordingly. So when there was a sudden knock on your door one day, you were quiet intrigued, as were your hybrids.

“Hello…?”

Since you didn’t get many guests, especially uninvited ones, you only opened the door a bit, peeking out and seeing a gentleman standing before you. He had a soft smile and offered a polite wave.

“Hi. I’m looking for y/n, this is her house, right?”

“… why…”

“I’m a friend of her brothers. He speaks very highly of her, and I wanted to meet her for myself.”

“He… he does…?”

“Could I come inside? I’d really like to speak with her. Oh, my name is Jayson by the way.”

“Ah…”

“So can I come in?”

“Sure… sure…”

You slowly opened the door, inviting this new guest in. Your hybrids gave the stranger looks, clearly not liking the idea, but holding their tongue for now. You showed your guest to the living room, excusing yourself for a moment to dress in more appropriate clothes. Some of your hybrids stuck around, keeping an eye on this Jayson guy, others followed you up.

“Why did you let him in?” Hyunjae asked. “What if he’s lying?”

“He’s not. I recognize the name, and face now. His family is close to mine… at least that’s what I heard. He and my brother have worked on things together before, but I really don’t understand why he’s here.”

“All the more reason to be cautious.” Kevin added. “Perhaps you should tell your brother about this. He-”

“If my brother knew about this he would have called to inform me.”

“Doesn’t that make this strange then? He just showed up out of the blue and-”

“He’s my guest… my guest… not my friends, or my brother checking up on me to keep me out of trouble. Someone came all the way here just to see me… I’m not gonna make them leave…”

“Ah… I see…” Jacob mumbled. “We’ll behave…”

“Thank you.”

The boys stopped outside your room, letting you change in peace. They headed back down to meet up with the others.

“What did she say?” Sunwoo asked.

“He’s not leaving anytime soon.”

“What!? Why! We’re supposed to let some random guy hang around y/n, our y/n!”

“Sunwoo, please calm down.” Jacob hissed. “We have to behave. This guy is her guest and-”

“Why does she even want a guest?” Chanhee questioned. “We’re all she needs, aren’t we?”

“It’s cause he’s human.” Kevin stated. “He’s human, and he came all the way to see her. Nobody sent him, he’s here cause he wants to be. He’s probably the first person who’s actually shown any interest in her, a human that is.”

“Are… are we not enough…” Haknyeon mumbled. “We’re not enough for her.”

“That’s not what’s going on here.” Younghoon assured. “She’s just excited that someone wants to be around her.”

“But-”

“She sees us differently.” Sangyeon spoke up. “Unlike this guest of hers, she brought us here. She wants us here, but she hasn’t really figured out the fact that we want to be here too.”

“Then let’s tell her.” Juyeon suggested. “Tell her we’re not just here cause we’re her hybrids, but because we like her and-”

“We are doing no such thing. Everyone is to be on their best behavior and let y/n enjoy the company of her new guest. It won’t last long anyway…”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t like him… but y/n’s the boss… and she has to learn things for herself.”

🖤

You felt a bit silly when you introduced yourself, but Jayson was quick to apologize for not recognizing you. At first the two of you were stumbling over each other, but you eventually managed to settle down, offering him some tea. The two of you got to chatting. He told you about his company, and asked about your hobbies. Although as you talked you were well aware of your boys just out of sight, peeking into the living room, pouts on their faces with fluffy ears down. You did apologize for them, letting Jayson know they were just anxious and protective.

The two of you basically spent the day together, and by the end of it Jayson asked if it would be alright to see you again. You happily accepted his request, eager for your next meet up. Once he was gone your hybrids immediately jumped on you, wanting to get that guy’s scent off you, and get all your love and affection back. They were glad to see you smile and laugh, it was just annoying that it wasn’t them providing it. At most they thought you made a new friend, but it only got worse. This Jayson came by a few more times, and then he decided to take you out.

“A… a date…?”

“One day won’t hurt.” You giggled. “He just wants to take me out to dinner and a show.”

“Dinner?” Changmin questioned. “So you’re gonna be out late?”

“A bit. You’ll be fine.”

“But-”

“We can handle a night without you.” Sangyeon interrupted. “You just have fun.”

“Thanks, Sangyeon. I knew I could trust you.”

As soon as you were gone the boys were yelling at Sangyeon over his words, but he was quick to shut them up. They all had to be patient. Although he even had to admit when going out became more of a habit, he was starting to get annoyed. Still, he knew his patience would come to fruition.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes!”

“Take your time. I did show up a little early.”

The most recent date seemed to involve spending the entire afternoon together. None of the boys were happy, but Sangyeon told them to hold their tongues. Since the two of you had gotten familiar, Jayson was allowed to roam around the house. The hybrids didn’t care to follow him around, but Sangyeon made sure to keep an eye on the intruder. Today of all days, something felt off, but he would let it play.

“One of us should have gone with her.”

“It’s a date, Eric.” Younghoon reminded. “She would never agree to it.”

“Not us, but one of the normal hybrids, like Jacob or Haknyeon. If we all agreed to it, surely she’d allow it.”

“Y/n’s happy.” Sangyeon said. “Her happiness is what we want more than anything. Now let’s eat, lunchtime.”

The boys all gathered in the dining room, eating as normal. Sangyeon brought over some lemonade, a little treat for everyone. For the moment they could all be happy, and then bodies started dropping.

“What…”

Sangyeon watched as his brothers passed out, one by one. He swirled the lemonade in his glass, staring at the others around him. He scoffed before emptying his glass.

“Interesting…”

🖤

You had grown quite fond of Jayson, enjoying his company and all the things you did together. He had taken you out to see and do many things you hadn’t before. Today had been just as incredible with a good lunch and a wonderful museum date. Jayson thought dinner back home would be best, especially as he wanted to do something for you. When you got through the front door Jayson stole a kiss, and then another, and another. You were pressed against the wall, a little out of breath when he finally stopped.

“Easy… my hybrids-”

“They won’t be a problem.”

“I-”

“Why don’t you meet me upstairs, your bedroom.”

“Uh… yeah… yeah.”

Jayson gave you another kiss before ushering you up the stairs. Your face was burning, but you scurried to your room. You were excited, your heart racing and pounding in your chest. Although that all came to a dreadful halt when you entered your room. All your boys were passed out and scattered around. The only thing that came to mind was panic.

“Boys!”

You rushed over to the nearest one, shaking them until they began to regain consciousness. A few tears were sliding down your cheeks, but you were just glad they weren’t seriously injured.

“… y/n…”

“Juyeon, are you okay!? What happened!?”

“Hm… I don’t know… everything’s fuzzy… where are we…?”

“Home, we’re home, you’re all in my room.”

“All of us…?”

“Everything’s going to be okay. I’m gonna call for help and find out what happened.”

“… y/n… behind-”

Before Juyeon could finish his sentence you felt a pinch in your arm, seeing Jayson emptying out a needle into you and then pulling it out. You yelled and grabbed your arm, looking up at Jayson in disbelief.

“What was that!? What are you doing!?”

“Just a little something to get you in the mood.”

“Huh? What are you-”

“Don’t you think it’s weird that the daughter of a major corporation lives alone with a bunch of hybrids?”

“I… I don’t-”

“She’s probably doing all kinds of weird things behind closed doors.”

“What…?”

“If something like that ever came to light, well, the family would be ruined, don’t you think?”

“What are you talking about? What… did you… did you do this to my hybrids?”

Jayson scoffed. “You really care for them, huh?”

“Why are you doing this!? Why-”

“You really don’t know anything, do you? Long story short, I’m gonna get back at your brother by whoring you out to your hybrids.”

“… wa… what…?”

“Don’t worry, I have multiple cameras set up to get all the good angles. You just have fun.”

“Wait!”

Before you could say more Jayson slammed the door shut. You scrambled to your feet and tried to follow him, but the door wouldn’t budge. You banged your fists against the door, demanding to be let out, screaming out for Jayson, but you got no response. Since this exit wasn’t an option you thought to try for the balcony doors. Although when you tried those they wouldn’t budge either. You saw the chain on the outside, along with other items used to block the doors. There was no exit available to you. At best you could hide in the bathroom and let this whole thing blowover, but when you tried the bathroom door the doorknob fell off. Dread began to overtake you as you realized you were trapped in this room.

You didn’t know what else to do, and then your eyes landed on the cameras. There were a couple set up, way out of reach, but if you could take those down you could save your dignity. You looked around to find things to throw, but there wasn’t anything strong enough to knock them down. So you resorted to climbing up your dresser trying to take it down yourself only to be hit with a dizzy spell. You lost your grip and surely would have hit your head if someone hadn’t caught you. Although the two of you did collapse to the ground. You groaned and regained your senses, seeing Sangyeon beneath you.

“I’m sorry… are you okay?”

“Hm… fine… what about you…? What were you… doing…?”

“Just… ugh… I don’t feel so good…”

“Me neither…” Sangyeon managed to sit up, grabbing his head. “What’s going on?”

“Uh… nothing… just… what happened to you guys…?”

“I’m not sure… we were having lunch and then… everyone started passing out… then I woke up here…”

“Jayson did this… but I don’t know-”

You grabbed your head, moving away from Sangyeon. You could already feel yourself getting hot and bothered, but you didn’t know what to do. Sangyeon tried to approach you but you only moved away.

“No… no, stay back…”

“Y/n… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing… just…”

“You… you smell… different…”

“I’m fine.”

“Y/n-”

“I said I’m fine!”

You stood up, intending on trying to figure out some way to barricade yourself in the bathroom, probably sit under a cold shower too, but you didn’t make it. You wound up tripping over something and falling to the ground onto your back. Next thing you knew someone was crawling on top of you, nuzzling your neck.

“You smell nice…”

“Ugh… Chanhee…? Are you okay?”

“I think so… but I feel weird…”

“Weird how…?”

“Hm…”

“Chanhee, I need you to get off.”

“No, no, let’s stay like this…”

“Chanhee, please.”

“No…”

You never liked being firm with your boys, but you were starting to worry they weren’t just sedated. You struggled but ultimately got Chanhee off of you. Although as you got on your hands and knees to stand you were suddenly pinned down, someone else on top of you. Another face was buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You groaned, trying to get up, but whoever was on you wasn’t gonna move easily.

“You smell so good…”

“Younghoon… get off…”

“Please…”

“Huh?”

“Please… let me make you feel good…”

“… wa… what… Younghoon…!”

The wet lips against your neck made you shiver, causing you to freeze for a moment before you snapped back to reality. You shoved Younghoon off of you, scrambling to your feet only to scream as Younghoon grabbed your ankle. You fought him off and stumbled, only to get grabbed by another. You yelled and tried to fight, but your head was spinning. Next thing you knew you were on your bed, crawling away from the edge. When you regained your senses you saw Sangyeon at the end of the bed, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

“Sangyeon…”

“Everything’s gonna be okay… you know that… right…?”

“I… I…”

“We’ll be so good… promise…”

“… you can fight this! I know you-”

“What if we don’t want to…?”

“Huh?”

“It’s more like courage… don’t you think… courage to do what we want to do… take care of you…”

“Sangyeon… this isn’t…”

You were slowly moving away from Sangyeon, but you hadn’t registered the fact you were completely surrounded. As you moved away you were suddenly jumped from behind, two bodies seeming to pin you down as they took in your scent, nuzzling against your limbs. You tried to fight them only to feel sharp points against your skin, realizing whoever was on top of you had claws.

“Boys…”

Despite everything you managed to see two tails moving about. One was gold and fuzzy, while the other had spots and a black tip.

“Eric… your claws…”

“Hm… sorry… it just hurts…”

“Hurts? What hurts?”

“Everything… you can help… right…?”

“I need to know what’s wrong first, Eric.”

“Uh…”

“Eric-”

You yelled when your skin was nicked as Eric ripped up your clothes. You couldn’t help but squirm, making matters worse until Eric was shoved off of you.

“Be careful!” Jacob growled, glaring down at Eric. “Don’t hurt her!”

“I don’t mean to…”

“Boys, it’s okay, just- ah!”

Jacob pinned you down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, tickling you a bit with his breath, moreso when he started licking you.

“Jacob, cut it out!”

He didn’t listen, instead finishing what Eric had started and ripping your shirt, exposing your chest. Even if you were still in a bra you tried to cover yourself only for Jacob to pin your hands above your head. He growled at you for a moment before whimpering, clearly regretting his actions. Although the peace only lasted a moment. He kept your arms pinned while he began to kiss down your chest, making you squirm.

“Jacob…”

You were trying to focus on your own escape, on needing to hide, but now that you were trapped under a warm body, you were starting to feel something else. You knew what it was, and you were trying to fight it, but it seemed you were starting to lose. As Jacob got down to your stomach you got a bit tense, squeezing your legs together, which just made him chuckle.

“You can trust me, you can trust us.”

“Us…?”

“You know what I mean.”

There was an obvious answer that you were still trying to deny. You were trying to keep quiet, but then your legs were pulled apart. You thought it was Jacob, but he was still kissing at our chest. Eric had grabbed one of your legs, careful of his claws, and on your other side you saw Hyunjae, grabbing your other leg. You tried to pull your legs free, but they weren’t going to let go. Although next thing you knew the three were sharing looks and the others kept you still as Jacob slipped you out of your pants. The moment you were exposed Eric buried his face in your crotch, rubbing his nose against your center.

You inhaled sharply, trying to move away but just making things worse. You could hear Eric moaning down there, unable to help himself as he pushed your panties aside and ran his tongue against your folds. You yelled from the cold, but could also feel yourself starting to melt into the touch. Then hands on your chest pulled up your bra to expose your breasts, massaging them, causing a moan to escape your lips. You quickly bit your lip, feeling embarrassed. Although you couldn’t hold back for long. Eric was certainly burying himself deeper, between your legs, his tongue right against your button and swirling around. You couldn’t help but whimper, starting to rock your hips into him.

“There’s a good girl.” Hyunjae cooed. “Very good.”

You couldn’t think straight anymore, your mind focusing more on the sensations around your body. It all felt so nice, and there wasn’t much logic left to combat the drugs in your system. Despite the heat all over your body you felt this little bundle down below building and building. You tried to free your arms, unsure if you’d stop Eric or push him down, but either way Jacob and Hyunjae kept you pinned until Eric was done with you. Your breathing became uneven and you could only moan as an orgasm washed over you, causing you to squeeze Eric’s face between your thighs, which he did not mind at all. Even as you came on his tongue he kept pleasuring you, wanting to make you squirm and moan, pushing you to the edge as you were so sensitive in the moment.

“So fucken good.” Eric purred. “Tastes divine.”

“My turn!”

Eric had his head pulled back by his hair as Chanhee shoved him aside. Eric hissed, ripping off your panties for himself before letting go. You yelled from his actions, getting a slight nick from his claws, but you didn’t focus on that for long before Chanhee was on top of you, a powerful spark in his eyes. You felt nervous for a moment before he snuggled against you, shoving the other two away. For a moment you thought Chanhee wouldn’t do anything, but you were very wrong. Once Chanhee was comfortable he pressed kisses against your neck, one hand dipping between your legs and rubbing up and down your folds, teasing your sensitive area. He figured it was messy enough to push a finger into you, and then another.

You whimpered, feeling something different and new. Chanhee was happy with your reaction, glad it wouldn’t take too long to prep you. Since you were still recovering from your first orgasm you couldn’t do much to fight back and stop him. The pleasurable feeling was more important, and you didn’t really want it to end. The third finger gave Chanhee access to your sweet spot, making you mewl, sending sparks across your body. You knew where this was going, but you were rather eager than concerned. Chanhee eventually switched hands, using the one coated in your juices to stroke himself while the other picked up where he left off. He could make himself cum like this alone, but he wanted to feel you from the inside.

When he felt he was close he slowed down taking a breath before getting on top of you. Of course you whimpered once he removed his fingers, but he was quick to fill you up. He couldn’t contain himself, as soon as the tip was inside he pushed in all the way. You let out a ragged moan, your mouth hanging open in ecstasy as you felt him stretching you open. You squirmed a bit before Chanhee took your hands in his, grounding you before he started thrusting into you. He was clearly eager and energized, moving fast and just giving you everything he had. Incoherent noises spilled from your mouth as Chanhee kept going, holding your hands tightly, grunting in your ear mixing with his breathless praise. Your whole body moved beneath him, getting kisses along your neck and face as Chanhee used you as he pleased.

That familiar heat down below started to build and you could only cry out for Chanhee to go faster. He was happy to comply, pushing you to the edge and making you shake beneath him. He watched you fondly, moaning as he felt your walls squeezing him tightly, ultimately pushing him to climax. Chahee happily spilled inside you, resting his body on top of you, nuzzling against your chest. He only had a moment of peace with you before being shoved off. Jacob had let the bunny have his time, but now it was his turn. He placed kisses all over your chest, not minding the taste of your sweat. His fingers dipped down to your center, sloshing around in the mess and eager to add to it.

You were still a bit out of it as Jacob caressed your body, but you certainly got back some sense when you felt something else pushing inside you. With no more restraints you immediately had your hands on Jacob’s shoulders, merely holding on. You already had two orgasms and weren’t at all ready for another, but he wasn’t going to be patient anymore. Jacob gave himself a moment to adjust, to let you feel him from the inside before he started moving. He was sloppy with his thrusts and kisses, wanting to mark you up and leaving a few soft bite marks here and there. It was so much, yet you embraced him, your hands wrapped around him, running your fingers along his hair, tugging on his ears. He’d whimper in your ear, softly begging for you to scratch him right behind his ear, the fluffy dog one, where it felt good.

You simply complied, trading favors, and letting Jacob push you to the edge once more. You held him tightly, whimpering as you felt your body shake and burn. As you came down you melted against your bedsheets, exhaustion washing over you. This was the first time you had three consecutive orgasms and felt that you were at your limit. Although your boys were going to push you past it. While you caught your breath, partially passing out, you felt some wet lips against your arm. Through blurry vision you could see Sunwoo peppering kisses up your arm, clearly enjoying himself. Then you felt a similar sensation along your thigh, seeing that Juyeon had crawled up on the bed. The glint in his eyes certainly made you shiver. You didn’t think you could do it anymore, but they weren’t gonna take no for an answer.

Juyeon placed a soft kiss right above your center, maintaining eye contact with you. A few words came to mind, but you couldn’t say any of them as he buried his face between your legs, sucking on your clit. His fingers were also rubbing against your folds, keeping the flame of desire alive. You whimpered as you felt Sunwoo move his lips to your chest, sucking on your breasts. The cold sensation of his mouth was welcomed, providing a bit of relief. It didn’t last long as Sunwoo was shoved off of you and Juyeon pulled you up. You only had a moment to process before you were in Juyeon’s lap with his member buried inside you. A shaky moan escaped you, squirming just making you feel every inch of him.

“You feel so good.” Juyeon purred. “Can I make you feel better?”

“… sure…”

Juyeon grinned, hands on your hips and starting to bounce you up and down. You could hear the squelching from all the fluids between your legs, feeling them dripping down and out of you as Juyeon made room for himself. You were somewhat focused on him until Sunwoo started kissing up your back, his hands reaching from behind to grope your breasts, playing with them as he pleased. He kissed down your neck, deciding to bite you ever so gently to leave a mark.

“Can I join you?” Sunwoo asked. “Do you think she can take us both?”

“I know she can.”

Juyeon stole a kiss from you, distracting you a bit as Sunwoo pressed himself closer. You felt something against your back and then moved down to your ass. For a moment you thought Sunwoo wanted to take that but he pushed you against Juyeon, wanting to join his brother in your pussy. Thanks to the others and all the fluids down there it wasn’t too difficult for him to stretch you out. You grabbed onto Juyeon, throwing your head back as you felt this incredible stretch. It took a moment to adjust, but the two just shared a look before starting to move. One of them was rubbing right against your sweet spot, making every little movement a pleasurable one. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as they fucked your brains out.

It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. The heat was all over, burning but wanted. You couldn’t really tell when you climaxed as your whole body was overcome by pleasure the moment Sunwoo entered you. The orgasm just going on and on for longer than before. You were resting against Juyeon’s chest as the two kept going, using you to achieve their own pleasure. With the two inside you felt them right up against your walls, feeling the pulse as they spilled their seed inside. They kept going, wanting to drag this out as much as possible, even if you were struggling to keep your eyes open. You thought maybe you’d get a break, even if just for a moment, but the second you were laid down on bed, someone pulled you up.

“I’m gonna take care of you now.”

You were barely able to make out Changmin’s adorable smile as he crawled onto the bed. You made a pathetic attempt to crawl back but you barely had any strength to move. Changmin had a devilish look on his face as he grabbed your legs and spread them wide. It took you a second to realize he was naked, and very much eager for his turn. You didn’t need any more prep or to wait, so he just let himself in, having you take him all in one shot. You felt filthy down below, but he certainly felt good. He liked the feeling as well, moving a bit just to find your sweet spot so he could be sure to abuse it as he began to take you. Once again all you could do was moan and let him have his way. Your body was just on fire and everything felt good. His hands traveled along your body, wanting to tease you where he could.

“Changmin…”

“Yes? You like it?”

“Ah… please…”

“I got you.”

The only indication of an actual orgasm now was your body shaking and the shortness of breath. Everything just felt good, and Changmin was sure to kiss you deeply, his tongue in your mouth as he pushed you over the edge. You wanted more, you didn’t want him to go, but the boys had to share with one another. When Changmin was gone you cried for a bit before you were flipped onto your stomach, someone grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up. You felt fingers running along your fold before two digits went in, scooping out a bit of the mess you had. Then those fluids were wiped down along your back. The sudden slap on your ass certainly made you jump, but you couldn’t complain as a second later someone else was inside.

“Hold on tight, love.”

Younghoon whispered in your ear, holding your hand as he started thrusting into you. Drool spilled out the side of your mouth, moans just spilling out of you. He was big and strong, making sure you felt good. He growled in your ear, clearly pushing himself to his own limits, kissing along your neck to leave marks and nibbling on your ear. He whispered all kinds of filth, making you want him all the more. You buried your face into the sheets to scream, biting into them to not sound like a total bitch in heat. Although Younghoon was a bit gentler as he came down, rocking into you softly so the pleasure could last, even if you were kinda gone.

You did get a little bit of a break afterwards, lying on your back as Younghoon nuzzled your neck, licking at your marks. Then you felt a hand ghosting over your body, gently poking at the bruises and making you squirm. Someone laid down next to you, softly petting your head. You were half asleep, but you could make out Kevin’s face, a dopey smile on your face. He pulled you closer and got you to lay on top of him, teasing Younghoon who was whining about losing you, but his turn was up. Kevin placed soft kisses on your face, speaking softly.

“You okay?”

“Hm… I’m…”

“I know, let’s add to it.”

“Hm…”

Kevin’s hands trailed down to your hips, moving you a bit to adjust himself. Then he was slowly pushing inside of you,making you whine. He just wanted to be inside you for a while, letting you rest but still enjoying himself. Maybe you did pass out for a moment, but just having Kevin inside you wasn’t enough. You started moving your hips lightly, and Kevin took that as an invitation to take control. He happily did so, wrapping his arms around you and holding you as he thrust up into you. All you did was whimper against his ear, weakly begging for more. He was so gentle with you once he was done, peppering you with small kisses.

“I always wanted to do this. You’re wonderful.”

“Hm… I…”

“Sh. It’s okay, we know.”

“… we…”

You felt like you got some rest, just laying on top of Kevin as he remained inside of you, cuddling and petting you. Yet, it wasn’t long before you heard some whimpers, opening your eyes to see Haknyeon’s wide eyes pleading with you. A low chuckle escaped your lips and you rolled off of Kevin. Haknyeon happily crawled on top of you, resting his head against your breasts for a moment before moving down below. His fingers played with your swollen little button, seeing what noises he could get out of you. Your body was sore and you couldn’t imagine what you’d feel like when this was all over, but you lazily wrapped your arms around Haknyeon, encouraging him to take what he wanted.

Haknyeon was very eager, grabbing your arm and leading you down, asking you to get him hard. You wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him slowly, his ragged breath right against your ear. He stopped you before he came, wanting to do that inside you. He decided to take it slow, letting you feel every inch. You let out a content whine, relaxing and letting him take the lead. Haknyeon certainly did his best to move slow and keep a steady rhythm but his own desires eventually took over and he was pounding into you, making you drool again. He held you tightly and bit your shoulder as he came, rocking into you to make this last as long as possible. He was purring and licking his bite mark when Hyunjae pulled him away.

Hyunjae had been very patient thus far, letting his brothers get a turn but he was done being nice. You had no warning before he was inside you, pulling you up into his lap so he could thrust up into you, wanting to kiss your chest and see how swollen your belly had gotten from all the cum they had filled you with. You barely managed to hold onto him, collapsing into his arms as he finished inside you. He was still rocking into you when you were both pushed down, Eric coming in from behind. Hyunjae argued he already had his fun, but Eric didn’t actually get to feel you from the inside. He pushed himself right in against Hyunjae, making you cry out from the stretch once more.

Eric did all the work this time, you and Hyunjae benefiting from his movements. He didn’t mind at all. He had the speed and stamina to get another orgasm out of you, and he was certainly bragging about making you cum on his tongue and dick. You slept for a bit while sandwiched between them before they moved aside. For a moment you were left alone until you felt someone pulling you into their arms. Soft purrs filled your ears and you found yourself in Sangyeon’s embrace. You were sitting in his lap, his hands on your hips and moving down, massaging your thighs, letting your mess spill onto him. He didn’t seem to mind at all, enjoying your dazed expression, clearly so blissed out thanks to his brothers.

“I told you we’d be good.”

“… yeah… you… you…”

“Sh, it’s okay, you know we’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“… you’re good…”

“We are.” Sangyeon smiled. “And so are you.”

Sangyeon kissed you softly and deeply, then slowly moved down your neck. You whimpered, gently moving your hips. He chuckled, knowing what you wanted and rather surprised you could still beg for it. He laid you down on the bed, holding your hands as he positioned himself. He moved slowly, keeping his pace as he hit your sweet spot every time. Despite his own desires he remained consistent, wanting you to enjoy yourself above all. You didn’t mind him adding to the mess, wanting all your boys to be happy with you. This was certainly the first time you had all gotten along in such a manner.

Sangyeon did well to take care of you, encouraging you to rest because he knew the others weren’t done with you. All of you had drugs in your system, and someone like Chanhee certainly wasn’t going to be satisfied with just one round. Things were already a blur and so what came next happened in pieces for you. At some point you were off the bed, Changmin holding you against the wall as he pleasured you. Chanhee certainly didn’t mind the floor, and Sunwoo loved your wall mirror the most that night. You weren’t sure how much time had passed since everything started, but you knew that when it was all over you were snuggled between Younghoon and Chanhee, exhausted beyond your wildest imagination.

🖤

“What a mess…”

Sangyeon opened his eyes when he heard an annoying voice. After everything he and the others were passed out around the room, recovering. He looked over to see the jerk in question walking into the room with a camera, filming everything and laughing. Sangyeon growled, going unnoticed for the time being. The unwanted guest made their way over to the bed, shoving the camera in your face and snickering.

“What a show, a whore indeed.”

You weren’t fully conscious and aware of everything, but some of that seemed to register. A soft cry escaped you as you tried to pull up your blanket. That was all Sangyeon needed to act. He pounced on the bastard, getting the camera out of their hands and biting down on their shoulder. They screamed for a moment before there was a hand over their mouth, silencing them. Sangyeon looked over to see Hyunjae helping him out, the two sharing a knowing glance. You probably wouldn’t remember any of this, so they should dispose of the trash immediately. Some of the others were up too, well aware of what needed to be done.

The intruder was gagged and dragged out to be dealt with while you rested, you certainly needed it. With that problem dealt with, Sangyeon tracked down the recording, finding a laptop in your study. It was a lucky break, but at least the footage would never see the light of day. He asked some of the others to get the cameras down from your room, and to do so quietly. Although you weren’t gonna be up anytime soon. Once that was done he made sure to destroy all the cameras, burning things in the backyard as well. He was certainly tired, but the others needed to be checked on.

Your room was obviously a mess, and needed to be cleaned. Those who weren’t awake, he got up, telling them to go wash up. Although he wanted to take care of you first and foremost. You were wrapped up in Chanhee and Younghoon’s arms, probably not wanting to move. He crawled onto the bed, gently waking the other two so they’d let you go. Without meaning to, he woke you up too, startling you. Immediately you began to panic and Sangyeon grabbed your shoulders to get your attention. Once you realized it was him you calmed down, barely able to remain conscious.

“Go back to sleep, y/n, it’s okay, we’re here.”

“But… he… he might…”

“Sh, don’t worry about that. He won’t be a problem anymore, just rest.”

“Hm…”

“It’s okay, we got you.”

Even if you wanted to stay up, you certainly couldn’t in your state. Sangyeon pulled you into his arms, getting you out of bed and to the bathroom. Chanhee followed, offering to hold you and keep you warm while he ran a bath. Once the water was warm he got in and brought you with him, taking his time to clean you up. There were a lot of bruises all over, and a few scratch marks here and there, but nothing too serious. You whimpered as his hands got down between your legs, clearly sore, but he was just trying to clean you up, even if he had to do a bit of digging. While he took care of you he told the others to clean the room and take a shower themselves.

“Is she okay?”

Younghoon came into the bathroom, setting down some fresh clothes for both on the sink counter. His hair was still wet, clearly fresh out of a shower.

“She’s been sleeping the whole time. Did you guys finish cleaning her room?”

“The balcony doors are open, and the bedsheets have been changed. Everything’s been wiped down too. Some of the boys are still showering, but overall everything is clean.”

“The rest of the house?”

“We’ll get to that.”

Younghoon came over to the tub, kneeling down and reaching over to caress your cheek. They definitely went all out, and you’d need a lot of time to recover. He noticed the marks around your skin, his fingers ghosting over a few that he made.

“I’ll get some ointment.”

“She’s gonna need some soft food and water, so she can rest easy.”

“Noted. I’ll find someone for that.”

Sangyeon was careful to wash your hair, making sure not to get any soap in your eyes. Once he was done he called for Jacob to help get you out of the tub and dry you off. By then you were half awake, making it easier to dress you and get you back to bed. Chanhee was back and eager to cuddle while you slept, which Sangyeon allowed. It was best you had company. Although he made sure you ate something before he let you sleep again.

“… sangyeon…”

“Yes, are you okay?”

“… are you… okay…?”

“Yeah, yeah we… we’re sorry for what-”

“It’s not your fault… I know that… it’s okay…”

“Rest. We’ll take care of everything. I promise.”

“… just… just don’t… go…”

“We’ll always be with you.”

“You’re in my hands.” Chanhee giggled, spooning you. “I got you.”

“Hm…”

Sangyeon stayed and pet you until he was sure you were asleep before checking on the rest of the house. Things seemed to be back to normal, but it wouldn’t be the same. Once everything was done the others gathered in their favorite place, your room. Kevin and Haknyeon had crawled into bed to sleep with you, others just around.

“What are we gonna do?” Sunwoo asked.

“About what?” Eric questioned. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, all of this… that jerk and-”

“We do nothing.” Sangyeon interrupted. “Everything worked out for us, so we don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Won’t someone come looking for that guy?”

“He was planning this shit for a long time, I doubt anyone knew what he was up to. No one is gonna come looking, and y/n’s family will take care of things if something comes up.”

“What about us?” Changmin wondered. “What we did…”

“She knows we couldn’t help it, and she doesn’t blame us.”

“Still… we-”

Sangyeon chuckled. “Don’t play coy. That idiot gave us the same dosage with no care for our individual traits. I know some of you were faking. The only ones I’m sure were actually affected were Chanhee and Younghoon.”

“Are you saying-”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself. Besides, now we’ve got everything we wanted.”

“How so?” Juyeon asked. “Y/n’s probably all messed up after this.”

“And we’ll take care of her. She let some human into her life despite our protests and look what happened. She’ll certainly trust our words now more than ever. I doubt she’ll be going out any time soon too. Not to mention… now she knows how good we could make her feel. She doesn’t need anyone else.”

“Was this your plan all along?” Jacob questioned.

“No. I just knew something was off about that guy and kept an eye on him. I figured whatever he was up to could work in our favor.”

“So you let him drug us and y/n?”

“It worked out didn’t it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“You’re welcome. Also.” Sangyeon pulled out a phone, one of the emergency ones from the house. “Do you wanna see what we did?”

“I thought you deleted those!?”

“All other copies, yes, but I figured we’d want to look back on our first night.”

“I wanna see!” Hyunjae cheered. “I did so good.”

Sangyeon tossed Hyunjae the phone, seeing a few others gather around, but his gaze went over to the bed, seeing you fast asleep. Younghoon came over, sitting next to Sangyeon, watching you as well.

“I guess patience does pay off.” Younghoon commented. “She’s ours now, right?”

“Absolutely.”

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the-ragbros-are-okay · 2 months ago

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RAGBROS CODED SONGS

under the cut bc it’s a long post

Ribs by Lorde - this song has such a longing for the childhood and/or past

“you’re the only friend i need; sharing beds like little kids; we’ll laugh until our ribs get tired”

it makes me think of them staying up past their bedtime and telling stories under a blanket

Shots by Imagine Dragons - there are lyrics about reminiscence and places you used to go with someone

and then of course the obvious “i shot, shot, shot a hole through every single thing that i loved”

i’d say this song is more Diluc-centric for sure, focusing around him realizing “oh God, I fucked EVERYTHING up didn’t i?”

and maybe that realization hits him after he returns to Mondstadt and sees how different Kaeya is

Brother by Madds Buckley - this song was written for Touya and Shoto from BNHA, but it goes along with ragbros as well i think

“i left you alone, in a house and not a home”

“Brother, i watched the sky burn; and all i learned was smoke fills the lungs like a disease”

i want to CRY every single time i hear this song

What’s Wrong by half•alive - just the lyrics “time’s always right to fix what’s wrong”

and maybe both of them think “i should talk to him” every time they see each other but they don’t because they’re scared

also these lyrics are SO kaeya omg

had to take pics bc i wasn’t about to type out ALL of this:

Burning Down by Alex Warren - this ENTIRE song feels like diluc’s internal monologue right after kaeya told him the truth about his origins

once again, way too many lyrics to type out bc i would just be typing the entire song

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths - to me, this song feels like people talking to Kaeya after Diluc left

kind of asking for him to come back to them, bc even though he’s an expert at masking his emotions, i KNOW people like Jean and Adelinde would be able to tell that smth was wrong

Oysters in my Pocket by Royal Otis - when you’re young you think you have all the time in the world, and you think things will stay the same

you think you’ll always be with your childhood friends eating popsicles on the back porch and you don’t want to think about the future

and i think that’s what ragbros felt, they thought they would be best friends for the rest of their lives

Nobody’s Soldier by Hozier - both of them broke away from smth they were previously a part of: Kaeya with K’hanriah (probably spelled that wrong idc) and Diluc with the Knights

they’re forging their own paths from what their parents expected of them

Evelyn Evelyn by Evelyn Evelyn - this song is about two conjoined twins (Eve and Lyn) and how close they are, and then how they want to get away from each other

how one wants to separate and the other doesn’t know what they would do if separated

“We grew up so very close”

Harpy Hare by Yaelokre - just watch this:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP86yYPpJ/

crepus wanting to keep his kids safe and then everything happens on That Night :(

Wires by The Neighborhood - honestly i feel like this song can go both ways

either diluc about kaeya after his return, or kaeya about diluc after his return

Two Birds by Regina Spektor- this song just speaks for itself tbh

a lot of people use this for ragbros animatics and it 100% fits them

Seventeen by MARINA - just the lyrics “could never tell you what happened the day i turned seventeen”

(yes ik diluc was 18)

bc it seems so impossible for them to talk about, such a HUGE topic to tackle and they’re scared of it. scared of talking about it and everything going wrong

but anyway. diluc’s 18th bday is when their worlds crumbled around them. how are they supposed to explain that to anyone else but each other?

The Fall by half•alive - “it’s like sharing a dream with someone, once you say it out loud it can’t be undone. i cant trust the fall”

they would trust each other, but they can’t anymore

diluc thought they would always be brothers

kaeya didn’t know things would fall apart like that

they trust each other when it comes to things like work and keeping Mondstadt safe, but when it comes to each other? it’s just so hard

Traitor by Daughtry - another song that speaks for itself

“the only thing worse than a hater, is a traitor”

definitely diluc talking about kaeya here, probably in those years he was away

My Alcoholic Friends by The Dresden Dolls - kaeya. this song is kaeya. 100%, through and through, kaeya.

after diluc left, he feels lost. he’s trying to figure out what to do with his life now that the person he shared it with is gone

i know you guys have sent songs in my asks and i’ll def be looking through them!! i just moved back from uni and have been INSANELY busy unpacking and everything

#ragbros #kaeya #genshin impact #diluc #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #diluc and kaeya #genshin

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fragmentsofafracturedland · 12 days ago

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Reports of the Rallies: No Kings

I haven't been this nervous for a march since the Women's March (people forget now that we didn't know then how safe it would be, and how we were prepared for danger).

I woke to the news of the assassinations. I wrote a friend's number on my leg, packed water, a sign, a mask. On the train on the way in, I heard others talking about going to the protest, saw others holding signs.

Overall, this went very similar to the Hands Off protest, though it felt even more crowded (even though it was drizzling even more than before). At the start of the march, everyone could barely move.

People lined the steps to the New York Public Library, filled the street, and the march inched along from there to Madison Square, organizers helping to let through cross traffic as much as possible.

My protest buddy brought a bunch of American flags and handed them out (it was flag day, after all). Briefly we started up a small chant of "Whose flag? Our flag!"

Common chants included:

"No hate, no fear, immigrants are welcome here!"

"Hey hey, ho ho, Donald Trump Has Got To Go!"

"No ICE, no KKK, No fascist USA!"

"Whose streets? Our streets!"

"Show me what democracy looks like! This is what democracy looks like!"

"No kings! No kings!"

I saw a several signs that were variants of "No kings, YAAS Queens!", various references to the founding fathers, and a bunch saying "No one is illegal on stolen land."

Favorite sign I saw was a Wee Free Men poster--Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! I wanted to start up a chant of it, but figured not enough people would know it.

Another favorite sign was "Trump is the worst president since Trump."

A couple folks on a corner were holding signs for freeing Dylan, a student kidnapped by ICE, and a few marchers saw and chanted "Free Dylan."

The most arresting signs were a series of cardboard tombstones standing alone on the sidewalk with legends like "Age 3, no measles vax" and "Trump closed my dialysis center" and one referencing an AIDS spike after DOGE's cuts.

There were people of all ages. We gave flags to small children, and saw a grey haired man climb a tree, and two very old folks start up a chant. There was someone sitting on a truck, and an empty bus with signs pasted on the windows. Someone dressed as a handmaid, another as Luigi (the character), and others carried liberty torches or wore plastic crowns. I saw and heard a lot of pro-immigrant signs and chants, quite a few pro-Palestinian signs and chants, a handful of pride signs and flags, lots of American flags--some upside down or tattered. I carried a trans rights sign. I didn't see any counter protestors, and I only caught glimpses of cops. There were lots of people with cameras, some media and press people, and a drone above.

The march was peaceful, and dispersed near the flatiron building, damp protestors with signs and masks and crowns filtering into the city. A small group stayed on a side street singing "We Shall Not Be Moved."

Again I took no pictures till the end, where protestors had left signs in an impromptu monument to freedom:

#reports of the rallies #signs of the times #no kings #no kings protest #peaceful protest #resistance #NYC #protest #photographs of fragments #trans rights #gnu terry pratchett #no king no queen no master

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natsunenuko · 9 months ago

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TW // mental issues, mental absue, harassment, surgery/blood

I'm sorry this one is so long, but please carry on reading. It's a chance for me to not only speak about the situation but let out some steam too. It is unfortunate this announcement comes at the same time the flood occurs on the south of my home country (Poland) and I'm in the endangered zone, luckily so far safe, as I feel my head can't handle more stress.

It's been so long since I've been this personal online. I realized how I didn't feel the urge to vent for 3-4 years by now which is a sign of improving mental health. But my healing is still a process, and I'm afraid it's too hard to carry this rock alone at this point. I fought my thoughts if I should do this and I think just as deeply as I write right now. Yet, I know it's better late than never and I thank deeply my friends for helping me out recently as well as in the past in my lowest. I wholeheartedly owe my life to you.

I couldn't ask for better friends. As years verified, even long lasting relationships might be nothing but a mask and I had to learn the hard way. I ended a friendship of 13 years at the time over a misunderstanding. Other person I put my trust on was nothing but a groomer with morally corrupted sexual tendencies who would take advange of a group of minors while being the only adult among them, yet acting like a person much younger than all of them and pressuring all their mental issues on children instead of seeking help. The latter, I might speak of more in detail when I'm ready.

Long time ago I tried calling out for help but back then, the intrusive thoughts won; "Others have it worse, just work harder.", "No one will give you anything for free, no one will care.", "What people will think of you?". and I would only speak about these things in a closed circle of my friends.

I tried my best in silence by not giving up on my creative passion, working restlessly for years, improving. Hoping I could reach the point I can sustain myself purely on what I make.

But the problem is not being self-sufficient. And it's not about my art...

All of my life it has been me, my momma and my granny. The other two important figures weren't there for us, by choice. (which is hard to say if losing someone you loved is worse than not being cared for in the first place) My rather young self at the time didn't put much thought about it as I didn't understand it but something always felt wrong; my only issues at the time was being "that weird, quiet kid with little to no friends". But despite the hardships, my momma has always been my hero, working without a time for a break or rest so we could live happily, to afford something special from time to time.

However in 2014 my momma has been hospitalised and almost lost her life to wrongly treated ovarian cyst (cyst rapture), with enough blood loss to require emergency surgery...

From that point on things went downhill and the result of that we feel to this very day. To stay afloat we fell into a severe dept. (We didn't have any savings, could only rely on borrowing money or loans) And since I was a child as all of this happened, I've only learned about it all throughfully as I entered adulthood, so I wouldn't need to worry about anything and "just be a kid". Which I really understand, but it doesn't make it easier to handle.

And by now, for several years I keep on trying to earn money, so I could free my momma from this chain and let her live, not survive. I always wanted to get through this quietly, because I never, ever wanted to burden anyone with my home problems. But it grew to a point I might need to grab anything to climb towards the light

The goal is $10 000... which is scarily large number.

I list all the options but Kofi is preferred to keep track of the funds!

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oneofstarkskids · 9 months ago

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go to sleep

pairings: clark kent x reader

genre: angst with a dash of fluff

summary: running into an old friend brings up old memories and feelings. but what can you do with them now?

note: i think this is the most amount of words i've written on here 🤭

"c'mon," you begged the inanimate object as you held your coat close to your body. it made no effort to work, so you hit it with your fist.

bad idea. "ow! mother of-"

"need some help there?" a voice asked from behind you.

a voice you knew all too well.

you sighed, the cold air billowing out of your mouth, "it's my generator. i think it died on me."

clark frowned and knelt down to take a look. after fully inspecting it he got up with an apologetic expression, "it's fried."

"great," you said sarcastically, your bones getting stiffer and stiffer.

you would've stayed to chat with your neighbor and old friend, but you decided that it would be a good idea to search for some extra blankets before you caught a case of hypothermia.

"well, thanks anyway," you said before taking a couple steps.

"hey," clark gently grabbed you by the arm. "it's not safe to stay here without running water or a heater. come stay at my ma's place. we have cocoa and i'm sure she'd love to catch up."

you were surprised by the offer. you hadn't seen the boy since he'd left to start his journalism career. then again, that's clark. always looking out for people.

you were hesitant to accept the offer, and clark sensed that. "it's just until you can get a professional to come out and do some maintenance," he assured you. with that, you simply nodded. what else was there to say?

clark shakes your coat out on the porch of his ma's house, snow falling to the ground.

"it's colder than the dickens," martha says as she warms a fresh pot of hot cocoa.

she was expecting you. almost as if she's the one who told clark to check up on you in the first place.

you took a moment to look around the house that you'd been in so many times before as a little girl. it was a strange feeling to be back.

you and clark were the closest friends growing up, but life took you on different paths. he wanted to go to metropolis and be a journalist and you wanted to be an artist.

somehow you both ended up back here. the city didn't give clark the fulfillment he thought it would and your art career never took off.

but these walls were familiar.

your fingers ghosted over a picture of clark's dad on the mantle.

"cinnamon, honey?" a sweet voice asked.

you turned towards it to find martha holding up a mug.

"oh! no thanks," you responded politely.

she gave you the cocoa and had you sit with her at the table to catch up. not that there was too much to update her on.

martha was all alone in this house when clark was gone. you knew that and since you didn't have parents of your own to visit, you often kept her company.

clark sat down too. the energy in the room shifted instantly.

"so, how are thing's over at the daily planet?" you ask, trying to mask the resentment you have for that place. you should be happy for him, but it took him away from smallville. from you.

clark grins, sending a sharp pain to your chest. "not too bad."

there's a moment of silence as you take another sip of your warm beverage.

"how's your art coming along?" he asked awkwardly.

you just shrugged.

it wasn't something you felt comfortable confiding in him right now, but art seemed to lead you to a dead end.

yes, it was partially your lack of confidence in your pieces, but more so it was the lack of inspiration.

clark looked down into his mug. you could almost feel the disappointment radiating off of him. it made you so angry. what right did he have?

but you bit your tongue. you weren't going to fight with him in front of martha. she deserved more than that.

then again, you really couldn't stand the silence.

"should we see if there's anything worth watching tonight?" you asked both of them, but you were only looking at mrs kent.

that happened to be the only decent idea you'd had so far. the three of you watched a couple shows until martha was falling asleep on the couch.

you turn to clark as soon as you hear him laugh. it was the same. deep, but still had the same joyful undertone. it still gave you butterflies.

he caught his mom with her jaw hung open snoring quietly. the sight made you giggle softly.

"i should probably get her to bed," he said with a grin.

you gave him an apologetic expression, "i didn't mean to keep her up."

his eyes met your own as he stood from his spot on the other end of the couch, "i'm sure she enjoyed your company."

and it might have been the way he said it or the look in his eyes, but you felt like he was partly talking about himself.

you waited in the living room as he carefully lifted her up and put her in her own bedroom. you weren't sure where to sleep. the couch would've been fine but as you were getting settled, clark came back and frowned.

"what are you doing?" he asked in a hushed voice.

you furrowed your brows, "going to sleep?"

"you can have my bed, i'll sleep on the couch," he said in a very clark kent manner.

though you appreciated the gentleman he was raised to be, you shook your head defiantly. "i can't let you do that. it's your house."

clark crossed his arms.

you were both painfully stubborn and refusing to let this go.

the raven haired man smirked unexpectedly, "you know, it is pretty cold. maybe we could just share my bed."

"clark joseph kent! as if you couldn't go out there in that freezing weather half naked and come back in without a cold," you called him out.

he laughs, "i was kidding!"

you knew. the two of you used to joke with each other like that all the time.

"but... there are worse people to sleep next to. you're practically a heating blanket," you teased.

and that's how you ended up laying on your side staring at the beautiful man. the moonlight was peaking through the window, illuminating the room just enough for you to see his face.

"go to sleep," he mumbled without opening his eyes.

you felt your face flush with embarrassment, but still couldn't tear your eyes away.

he peeked open one eye sleepily, "you're staring."

you didn't know what to say. memories played like a film reel in your mind. your voice held a sadness to it, "why did we stop talking?"

it was silent for a moment. clark didn't have an answer.

"i mean, we used to be close," you said softly with nostalgia.

he saw it all too. remembered it like it was yesterday. the bubbling laughter and gentle touches. stolen kisses and secret hide-outs.

"i guess some things change," he finally responded.

you frowned and felt this insatiable frustration in your chest, "not if you try hard enough. not if you hold onto something tightly enough."

"sometimes, holding onto something too tightly only makes it slip away faster," clark said. his words hung in the air of the darkened room.

maybe he was right.

maybe you guys held on too tightly.

"go to sleep," he repeated with a gentleness to his voice.

you turned over on your other side and stared at the wall for what felt like hours.

you guessed that some people simply weren't meant to be together.

#dcu #dc fanfic #dc universe #clark kent x reader #clark kent #henry cavill #superman #superman x reader #kal el #angst #clark kent angst

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soapyghostie · 11 months ago

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Heyy, can I request Michael Myers (og) where both reader and Michael attended Smiths Grove while they were children? Reader was admitted because of their deteriorating mental health and not good thoughts, but reader managed to befriend Michael and had a good relationship there. But then the reader was forced to leave once they thought they were good to go and unfortunately wasn’t allowed to visit Michael. Fast forward years later, Michael and reader are living together after he broke out of Smiths Grove and are in a romantic relationship and somehow the conversation leads to reader absentmindedly saying something like, “I never had a reason to live before, that is until I met you” before moving onto something else. I don’t know, I though that is really cute

I don’t know how long this ask has been sitting in my inbox, but it’s been sitting in there for a long time. This ask was such a hassle because I couldn’t get any ideas to come into my head and I kept rewriting it over and over again. However, I finally came up with a final product that I actually liked. Hope you enjoy!

Michael Myers

During your time at Smiths Grove, you made an unexpected friend: Michael Myers. It took time and effort to get him to open up around you since he’s very reserved, but eventually you two became inseparable. It confused Dr. Loomis because he always understood Michael as a monster who’s incapable of feeling for others. Yet, here we are.

You’d often seek him out in moments of distress. You shared your darkest thoughts knowing he wouldn’t judge. His calm presence always gave you a sense of peace.

You and Michael developed your own form of communication (since Michael unwillingly talks to anyone). You’d give him a lot of notebooks so he could communicate with you by writing. You always ended up having trouble reading his handwriting because it was sloppy and unneat. Therefore, you convinced one of the nurses to get you a sign language book so the two of you could learn to communicate better. It definitely was more effective and efficient than the notebook.

When you were deemed ‘cured’ and forced to leave, you fought desperately to stay knowing Michael would be all alone. The abrupt separation left a gaping hole in both of your lives, with you constantly wondering about Michael’s fate. Your departure was marked by one final hug with you promising to come visit him. However, they never let you and you never forgot about Michael.

Years later, when Michael escaped Smiths Grove, his first quest was to find you. It didn’t take him long since Haddonfield is a small town. He saw you walking home as he was driving down one of the neighborhoods. You noticed the slow moving car driving slightly behind you which made you nervous causing you to walk faster. However, Michael kept following you until you reached your house, making a mental note of the location as he watched you go inside while he kept driving.

A couple days later, he broke into your house unknowingly to you and waited until you noticed his presence. When you first saw him, you were horrified. You screamed when you saw the masked man and scrambled to phone the police. He caught you before you could reach it and held you in his iron grasp until you stopped screaming and flaring around. Once you calmed down, he took his mask off for you to see his face, leaving you in shock to see your long lost friend after so many years.

Despite the years apart, your bond instantly rekindled, stronger than ever. You welcomed Michael into your home and the rest is history.

You sheltered Michael and helped him adjust to life outside Smiths Grove, teaching him how to navigate the world while keeping a low profile. You also would gently coax him into moments of normalcy, like watching the sunset or reading to him. In return, Michael would fix things around the house, learn to cook simple meals, and ensure that you felt safe.

One evening, as you two sat together on your porch hammock watching the sunset, you absentmindedly confessed, “I never had a reason to live before, that is until I met you.” Michael’s normal stone cold demeanor softened, giving you a light smile. Though he doesn’t respond verbally, he reaches for your hand and holds it, giving it a squeeze.

Michael’s love for you manifests into a fierce protectiveness. He often lingers close by wherever you are to ensure your safety. You feel safe in Michael’s presence knowing that he’d go great lengths to protect you, creating a sanctuary of love and trust in y’all’s shared home.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd killer #slasher #sophi ghostie writes #michael myers x reader #michael myers #halloween 1978 #dead by deadlight #the shape dbd #dbd killer x reader

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sharp-silver4795 · 5 months ago

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BEN Drowned HCs

I felt like doing some character headcannons so here we are!

Quick warning: THIS IS A LONG POST!! I really like my version of BEN-

Story Elements

⚠️CW!! implied su1c!de, parent divorce, and bullying. I took a few headcanons and a lot of the stories and mashed em together into this mess-

He’s autistic. He struggled a lot as a kid and teen. Especially after his parents divorced, his issues at school seemed to only get worse. He developed some anxiety around being social and tried to stay away from people.

During school he would live with his dad. It was a pretty place. There was a small wooded area behind the neighborhood, but it had a nice clearing with a lake… Ben was too scared to ever go in since he didn’t know how to swim and couldn’t see the bottom.

He got bullied a lot and didn’t have many friends, but found comfort in video games.

He can’t handle being touched and he hates eye contact. The only way he was ever able to communicate was through screens because it made it easier for him.

He loved to get lost in the fantasy of the worlds he played in, especially Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask…

As a young adult, he couldn’t get away from the screens. He felt safe! He felt normal, though hiding from the world.

As time went on, at age 21, he realized he couldn’t live like that. But he was too scared to go… he didn’t want to repeat every other time of his life.

So, he found some chains in his dad’s garage and decided to finally take a ‘swim’ in the lake…

Living in the Screen

So, yes. He’s apart of the Mansion and has the cabin within the Mid-Mansion.

He prefers to live behind the screens though. There’s no sound except the buzzing of the electricity, he’s not having to move around the circuit board, and he has completely privacy.

He’s in the game system, yes, but not too far. It’s almost like he’s in the lights that bring the graphics to life.

He’s not visible unless you put your face right up to the screen. You might see a few green and brown pixels-

That’s BEN.

Social Shocker

Introvert v. Extrovert

He’s pretty quiet and introverted.

Sure, he likes talking to people, and he can strike up a conversation with just about anybody…. But when push comes to shove, at the end of the day…. Leave him alone. Let him sleep in his electronic void.

Friendships

He has a few genuine friends that he holds close: Lost Silver, Dark Link, Neon Spike, Nina the Killer.

Outside of those friends, he doesn’t really hang out with anyone consistently.

Self Esteem

BEN actually has a lot of insecurities.

The water made it so his skin looks like it’s constantly peeling. He’s a sickly bluish green with bleeding eyes and carries chains on his arms and legs.

It makes him feel gross. So, he hides in his electronic void….

Unless he finds one of his “distraction buddies:” Jeff the Killer, Puppeteer, Nathan the Nobody, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, and LJ

These are the ones that he feels he’s better than. If he feels bad in his appearance or skills in murder, why not crush someone in a video game?

Burn Out

Like most people, he can get social burn out- or even video game burn out.

When he’s feeling socially drained he’ll either escape to the screens, or sit with some of the quieter folks.

It seems quite counterproductive to be with people while you’re socially burnt out- but it works for him.

He particularly likes to watch others work on their projects: Jason and his dolls, Liu with metal and woodworking, Helen painting, etc.

Neutrality

You might have noticed that there are members of both the Mansion and the Dungeon in this section.

That’s because the Operator can’t restrict his social life.

It tried to and failed miserably.

It’s not that BEN can move through electronics of any kind- BEN becomes the electronic.

The Operator can’t keep him from getting anywhere and to anyone…

In the Mansion

BEN is really just cybersecurity.

He keeps a tab open for people who he’s told might be getting a bit close to answers.

He’s also the alarm/warning system.

He set up a way to detect if someone who isn’t in the mansion gets within a certain radius, so he notifies the Rebellions.

Murder

BEN has to have his fun too, right?

He likes to challenge his victims and give them a chance at survival.

Basically, it starts by him being summoned (usually by accident).

Then, he gives the typical warning: YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT

After that, he cyber-stalks his victims for a while. Whenever he’s decided he wants to end it, he appears to them again.

He cuts all their power and cell service except for the device they’re on. He challenges them to a game…

If they win, they live. If he wins, they die.

Little does the poor victim know, BEN is a sore loser… in truth, they’re not making it out alive.

They are usually found dead after being electrocuted by their own device. It will be passed off as an electronic malfunction.

Sexuality, Gender, Etc.

He’s not exactly Aromantic, more like gray-romantic. He just doesn’t believe he can be in a relationship.

HE/HIM!! It makes him feel human again and not like a fucking monster.

Divider Creds: sisterlucifergraphics

Header Creds: MEEE!!!

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samdeancass · 9 months ago

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Hunted

Pairing: Jack x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Jack, Y/N, Sam, Dean, Cas

Description: (set in Season 14) Jack is being hunted down by the angels and has to stay in lockdown at the bunker. Not being happy with this, Jack sneaks out whilst the others are on a hunt and is grabbed by the angels.

Jack has had a target on his back from the minute he was born. If it wasn't his father trying to get to him, it was the other angels hunting him down. He felt hopeless and trapped. He thought he could live his life the way you, Castiel and the Winchesters taught him. Instead, he had to stay holed up in the bunker for his safety and he was getting bored and frustrated.

"You guys do realize I can take care of myself, right? I'm the most powerful being on the planet." You paused packing your duffel to turn to him, an eyebrow raised and a smirk forming on your lips. "Someone's feeling cocky today, I see." You sighed and walked towards him, sitting beside him on the bed. "You know why you can't go out there, Jack. We know how powerful you are, but the angels are powerful too, and there's more of them. We just don't want you getting hurt. We want you to stay here where it's safe. I want you to stay here." Jack lifted your head to meet his, curling his fingers under your chin. "I love how much you all care about me, especially you my love." You smiled at his pet nickname and pecked his lips before continuing packing.

"Right, we'll be back in a day, two max, are you sure you'll be alright here by yourself?" Cas glanced over at Jack with a worried expression. He wanted to take him with you all on the hunt to keep an eye on him. However, you all agreed that the bunker was the safest place for him. Jack smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, Cas. I'll be alright. Besides, I can always call you if I need you." You placed a comforting hand on Cas's shoulder before walking towards Jack, placing your hands softly on his shoulders. Jack smiled down at you, adoration and love in his eyes. "Please be careful, my love." "Don't worry, I have the boys to keep me safe. Are you sure that you don't want Cas to stay behind with you? I hate the thought of you being here alone." Jack kissed the top of your head and nodded. "I'll be fine, don't worry." You hesitantly nodded and grabbed your duffel before heading towards the garage, taking one last look at Jack before leaving. Jack waited until he heard the Impala rumble in the distance before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.

As Jack stepped out into the world, he couldn't shake the warnings from his mind. The angels were relentless and wouldn't hesitate to track him down if they sensed his presence. Moreover, demons had always shown an interest in his power, eager to manipulate him for their sinister purposes. Despite his confidence, Jack knew he had to be vigilant and cautious if he hoped to avoid these lurking threats. Since his father was locked away, the greater threat was the angels. Nevertheless, he couldn't let the threat of them stop him from living his life. He wanted to explore the outside world at his own pace, something that he hadn't been able to do yet with the ongoing adventures that you all had been on. Jack decided to keep his movements subtle, using shadows and sticking to less travelled paths to minimize his presence. He also relied on his innate ability to mask his energy, a skill he'd practised to perfection. This made it more difficult for angels to pinpoint his location. However, his efforts weren't nearly enough as Jack found himself down an alleyway surrounded by a group of angels.

As he stood there, Jack's heart raced, but he forced himself to remain calm. He recalled everything he'd learned from his friends about handling dangerous encounters. His mind raced with potential strategies, weighing the risks of confrontation against escape. Despite fear gripping him, Jack felt a spark of resolve; he was determined to protect himself, no matter what. He took a defensive stance, pulling out the angel blade from his sleeve. He lunged towards the angels facing him but they were too quick and jumped back. The angels at the back of Jack quickly grabbed him, causing his blade to clatter to the floor. He narrowed his eyes as the angel leader stepped out of the shadows, chuckling darkly. "Hello, Jack. I'm so glad we finally met. I've been looking forward to this since you were born." He stepped closer to Jack, but Jack didn't flinch. Instead, he looked the angel straight in the eye to show him that he wasn't scared. "Well, I have to say that this meeting isn't really up to my expectations. Is this what you do with everyone you come into contact with? Ambush them in a dark alley? Doesn't really give off the best first impression." The angel cackled. "No. But I do it to the ones I want something from." Jack felt anxiety, but he didn't let it show. "What do you want from me?" The angel leaned in closer with a sinister smirk. "I want your grace, Jack. I want to make the most powerful angels, and what better than with the grace of a Nephilim?" And with a click of his fingers, the other angels knocked Jack out and bustled him into the back of a van.

You had a strange feeling since leaving the bunker that something had happened. You trusted Jack with everything, but you knew his curiosity would get the better of him. Pulling your phone out, you pulled up his contact and dialled the number. Castiel could sense the change in your mood when Jack didn't pick up the phone. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure he's alright, Y/N. He's probably busy playing a video game or something." You nodded and took a deep breath to calm your nerves but the nagging feeling wasn't going away. "Dean, we need to turn back. There's something wrong, I can feel it." He looked at you through the driver's mirror and nodded, seeing your frantic expression. "Alright, princess. But if there's nothing wrong, you owe me." You laughed lightly in response, anxiously looking out of the window and trying not to let your thoughts wander.

When you arrived at the bunker, you immediately headed towards his room but there was no sign of him. "Jack, are you here? Please answer me." You waited a few seconds for a response but none came. You ran into the war room with tears streaming down your face. "He's not here. Something has happened. We need to find him." Sam gathers you in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't worry, we'll find him." Sam takes you into the kitchen whilst Dean and Cas work on locating Jack. Cas collected some of his belongings and began searching for a location.

Jack awoke in a darkened room. He could feel someone's presence in the room. He slowly opened his eyes and saw an angel standing on the other side. The angel walked closer and Jack tried to escape. He struggled against the bonds that held his arms and feet in place on the chair. The angel loomed over Jack, settling an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. Fear and confusion gripped him as he tried to comprehend why he was being held captive. His heart raced, and his mind was a whirlwind of questions without answers. Despite the uncertainty, a spark of defiance flickered within him, determined not to give in to despair. "Get away from me. Right. Now." He powered up and his eyes began to glow. However, a sharp stabbing pushed its way through Jack's veins, causing him to cry out in pain. The angel cackled darkly. "These bonds were made specially for you and your power. The more power you try and use, the more it will hurt you." He leaned in closer to Jack's face. "Now, how about I tell you why you're here?" Jack groaned from the throbbing. "That would be a start." The angel stepped back and folded his hands across his chest. "I should have known you had a smart mouth, considering you live with the Winchesters and their pets. The girl is rather delicious, don't you think?" "Don't talk about her like that." "I knew that would hit a nerve." The angel circled Jack. "I've brought you here to give us your grace to make new angels. Now, I can take it willingly, or forcefully, your choice." Jack glared at the angel. "I'm not giving it to you." The angel sighed. "Then I'll have to take it from you." He clicked his fingers and a tray of instruments appeared in front of you, including a needle and a tube to drain him of his blood. "If you hurt me, Y/N's going to wish you'd never been created!" The angel laughed in his face, holding his arm down as he thrust the needle into his skin.

"I've found him. He's near, in an abandoned building just out of town." You breathed a sigh of relief but a new wave of anxiety passed through you. "What if we're too late? I never got to say I love him, he doesn't know!" This time, Dean comforted you. "When we find him, you can tell him that. He's a strong boy. There's no way he'll go without a fight. He lives with us." He winked at you, causing a small giggle to escape from you. Once you had the coordinates, you all gathered in the Impala and sped off towards the building.

Jack screamed as the angel cut into his skin. "The more you bleed, the more grace we'll have. I told you I'd take it from you." He placed small tubes under the cuts so that the blood could collect. Jack's face was filled with pain as the angel continued to work. He watched as the angel collected the blood in a vial. Once the vial was full, the angel left, leaving Jack alone in the room. Tears fell down his cheeks. He wished he had heeded your, Cas and the boys' warnings. He longed to hear your voice and feel your touch. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a loud crash down the corridor woke him up. "Where is he?!" His heart skipped a beat when he realised who the voice belonged to. "Y/N, I'm in here!" A few seconds later, the door broke down and you appeared in the doorway, anguish and relief evident on her features. You ran towards Jack, kneeling in front of him and cupping his face in your hands. Stray tears fell on his cheeks and you rubbed them away with your thumb. "Everything's alright now, we're here, I'm here." A commotion stirred up outside of the room and you stood up, taking a protective stance. You were relieved, however, when Sam and Dean appeared in the doorway, followed closely by Cas. Cas took away the bonds from Jack's hands and feet whilst the brothers helped him up from the chair. You gathered him in your arms and kissed his cheek. "Please promise me that you'll listen to us when we tell you not to do something." Jack chuckled lightly and nodded. "Trust me, it'll be a while before I go out again." With that promise, you trusted Jack with everything and you all returned to the Impala, happy and safe.

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Young zaundads wip (27)

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It only takes one charge to seal the entrance. Silco wedges it against the uneven roof of the tunnel and then scurries back towards Vander. They crash into each other, kneeling, hands over their own ears and eyes squeezed shut as it explodes. It's so loud Vander can feel the noise in his ribcage, roaring through his chest. They stay like that, collapsed over each other, breathing hard behind their masks.

"How are your hands?" Silco asks, tucked in against Vander's chest.

If he's being honest, his hands are getting tender inside the gauntlets, skin aching from the metal rubbing against his palms. He's been doing his best to ignore it. "They're fine."

"Show me," Silco says, unwinding the cotton scraps he keeps wrapped around his forearm.

When Vander removes the gauntlets, his hands are red and puffy. There are blisters starting to form at the webbing of his thumb and the outside of his wrist. Not that Silco's faring much better: his fine fingers are covered in dirt and scratches even if his palms are protected by his leather gloves.

Silco wraps the cotton around each of his hands, carefully tucking the fabric as flat as he can. "You know, if you weren't working with me, you'd be safely in bed by now."

Vander snorts. "Yeah, I'd be snoring by now. Definitely wouldn't be trying to dig my way down to you."

Silco bobs his head side to side, conceding the point. "You would have got our spare gas masks, and then come down here. We'd still be in a better position than we are right now."

They should be digging, but honestly, Vander would rather sit here and hold Silco close for a while. The endless bedrock will still be waiting for them. "Do you want me to transfer back to level one?"

"I'd rather you quit the mine altogether."

"Sure, someday."

"Not someday, Vander. Now. They don't have any claim over you," Silco says urgently, "they can't keep you here. You should work until the end of the month, collect your pay and leave."

"And do what? I'm not fishing. And if you think the canning factories are safer than this mine, you've never seen someone get dragged through the equipment." Not that Vander's seen it himself, but he remembers the stories when he was a kid, men and women missing hands and arms and considering themselves lucky. "You're here. Our friends are here."

"Your friends," Silco insists mulishly. It's not a fight Vander wants to try winning tonight.

"People I care about are here," Vander says instead. "I'd rather be working than drinking too much and picking fights."

That catches Silco's attention. "What?"

"My Ma died and I was angry." Vander remembers it very clearly, that feeling of being lost and alone in the world. Having to say goodbye to the one person who was always on your side. "I didn't want to work in Piltover, I didn't want to be on a boat. I didn't want anything except to drink until I forgot. Or to pick a fight so I could be angry at someone."

Silco curls a hand around Vander's wrist, smearing dirt over the bandages there. "It's better than giving in to despair. Giving up."

"I had given up." It's not a truth Vander's ever said out loud, but does he have a better time to be honest? They might not see the morning. "I figured eventually I'd run into someone bigger and harder than me, someone who fought dirty, and it'd be done. I wouldn't have to figure out what I was supposed to do next."

The lantern flickers and dies, leaving them both in darkness.

"It's probably overheated," Silco says, but he doesn't move to check it. He keeps his grip on Vander's arm, stays curled against him. Cautiously he says, "You don't still feel like that. What changed?"

"I joined the mine. It's hard work but at the end of the day, you feel like you've achieved something. This place isn't…" Vander trails off, thinking. No matter how he phrases it, Silco's not going to agree. "This place isn't the worst option for everyone. Sometimes, it's a good choice, the best they have."

Silco is silent for so long that Vander doesn't think he'll reply at all. Then fingers slide along Vander's arm, gripping at Vander's elbow, dirty skin to dirty skin. "I could agree with that if it was a choice for everyone."

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#zaundads #fic: brush off all the dirt

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graciegoeskrazy · 1 year ago

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and too much racket

matty healy + teen!daughter!r (ft. george)

warnings: r does drugs!!!, nothing in graphic detail, mentions of mattys addiction, yelling, crying, shit ending but cute?

a/n: mention of a specific drug that starts with a k that i can’t fully say so inside the street name cuz i don’t want tumblr banning me even do its weird cuz they block my angstyfluffy healy things but there’s litteral prn on thier site anywhooooooo im a lover not a fighter. thx to anon who requested! had to do research cuz ive never done drugs aeha

The house was quiet. He was anticipating another night alone in the house while you were out with friends. The silence was broken by the sound of a call. He snatched up the phone and answered it immediately. 9 times out of 10 it was just you checking in or saying hi.

“Hi, baby. Everything okay?”

“Mr. Healy?” The voice on the other end was hesitant, unsure. Most importantly, it wasn’t yours.

“Kate? Where’s y/n?” The worry in his voice intensified, his mind racing through all the possible scenarios.

“Mr. Healy, we’re getting ready to drop y/n off. Are you home?”

“Yeah. Why? Is she okay? Is she that drunk?” He laughed a little at the thought. He knew you liked to drink on occasion and sometimes even use weed and he was usually fine with it as long as you were being safe and called when you needed him. He always said he would drop anything in a heartbeat.

“No, she’s not drunk. She’s...high...on something that...isn’t weed.” Kate’s words hung heavily in the air, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

“What? What was it, Kate? You can tell me.” His voice was laced with confusion and urgency.

“I don’t know. She left the room awhile ago, said she was going to the bathroom, but when she came back she was clearly on something. Something a lot stronger.”

“Oh god.” He ran a hand through his hair, his mind spinning.

“Somebody said she had mentioned Ket, but I don't know where she would’ve gotten it? We don’t do that type of stuff—I barely drink!” Kate’s voice cracked, the fear and confusion palpable.

“I know, I know, Kate. It’s gonna be okay. Where is she now?” He forced himself to stay calm. He could tell your friend was starting to panic even more.

“She’s asleep in the car. We just left.” Her voice softened, the exhaustion and worry evident.

“Alright, bring her here. Drive carefully. We’ll figure this out.”

As the call ended he sent frantic texts to the only other people who he knew loved you almost as much as he loved you, begging them to come over. George, residing the closest, knocked on the door not even 10 minutes later, worried about the vague text Matty sent. Ross came in not long after, with Adam, Carly, Charli, and Jamie all trailing from behind. He explained everything he knew, and before they knew it a knock sounded at the door.

—————

Your heart pounded as you stepped out of the car, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. You couldn't believe Kate had brought you here, to your own house. You barely remembered getting in the car. Now - you were wide awake. "You brought me to my house?!" Your voice shook with disbelief.

Kate, her face a mask of concern, tried to reach out to you. "It’s for your own good, Y/n. We called your dad, he’s gonna help—"

Your eyes widened in horror, and she took a step back in fear. "You called my DAD?!?!"

Kate flinched at the volume, "We were just trying to help, Y/n."

"Well, just stay out of it—" You shot back, voice breaking.

The front door swung open, and Matty stood there, his face set in a grim expression. "Y/N," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Living room. Now."

You felt a surge of defiance but knew better than to argue with your father when he was in this state. "Dad—"

"Now," Matty repeated, his voice stern.

With a final, furious glance at Kate, you stormed past her and into the house.

Kate’s eyes filled with tears as she confronted your father, filled with worry and guilt. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Healy! I should have kept a closer eye on her-”

“It’s not your fault, Kate. We’ll get through this.” He managed a small, reassuring smile before turning his attention back to y/n.

Matty followed her inside, closing the door behind him with a heavy thud.

You were met with most of your aunts and uncles as soon as you walked in, mentally groaning and rolling your eyes. The room is tense. You glance around, taking in the faces of family and friends, all summoned by your father. Their presence only amplifies your frustration. You turned to your father as soon as you heard his familiar footsteps grow closer.

“You called everyone?!” you exclaim.

Matty’s expression is stern, unyielding. “We need help with this one, babe”

“Oh my god— I got high one time. I need some water and Advil, not a fucking intervention,” you retort.

“Sit down,” Matty commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, you drop onto the couch, your arms crossed in defiance. Matty takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “Weed and a couple of Trulys are one thing, y/n, but this?!”

You roll your eyes, a gesture that seems to cut through the tension like a knife. It’s a bold move, especially aimed at your father. Even in your age of defiance, you never once dared to act like this in front of your father. He doesn’t flinch, his gaze piercing as he presses on. “Where’d you get it?” You shift uncomfortably, weighing your options. “Tell me. Now,”

You let out a resigned sigh. “A friend—”

“What friend?” Matty interrupts, his patience wearing thin.

“She was prescribed it for her anxiety or something,” you explain, trying to maintain some composure. “Now she’s just been dealing it to people.”

The room remains charged with tension, but a different kind now, more personal, more painful. You sit, feeling the weight of your father’s disappointment. The silence hangs heavily before Matty finally speaks again.

“Those girls were scared, y/n. You should’ve heard Kate; she was terrified! I could hear it in her voice,” Your dad says, his voice strained.

“She’s fine,” you reply dismissively.

Matty’s eyes narrow. “You better pray they forgive you.”

“Oh my god— it’s not that big of a deal!”.

“You scared the shit out of ’em, love!” Matty’s voice rises, echoing through the room.

“You think everything was fine after I quit? I lost friends, y/n. I almost lost every single person in this room, and I probably would’ve if I hadn’t gotten my act together.”

“Well, good for you. You’re doing so great now,” you retort sarcastically, the bitterness evident.

Matty’s expression shifts from anger to confusion. “I just don’t understand what caused you to act out like this?”

“Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree,” you shoot back, your voice trembling with barely contained emotion. He knew what you were referring to. They all did.

“Y/n!” George’s voice breaks the momentary silence, his tone a mix of shock and reprimand.

“Take it back,” Matty demands, his dangerous. “Take it back right now, y/n.”

“You can’t be that surprised, can you?” you challenge, meeting his gaze without a flinch..

“You heard of the things I went through!” Matty’s voice cracks, a raw edge to his words.

“Are you kidding? I fucking saw the things you went through! The things you put me through!” Your voice rises, the anger and pain you’ve held back for so long spilling out. “The nights you chose that shit over me! The weeks and months you left me with George because you were too high or too irresponsible to take care of me! Your daughter!”

The room goes silent. Matty’s face is a mix of guilt and helplessness, but it soon turns to anger. “Go upstairs,” Matty finally says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stand up, your movements brisk and fast, and head towards the stairs. Each step feels like a mountain, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on you. As you reach your room, the door closes behind you with a soft click, cutting off the world outside.

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The next morning, you wake up to an empty house. Your father and George must have left early for the studio, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The silence is heavy, a stark contrast to the tension of the previous night. You sit on the edge of your bed, the events replaying in your mind, and decide to call George.

After a few rings, he picks up, voice chipper. “Well, look who’s up and out of her intoxicated state!”

You roll your eyes, though a small smile tugs at your lips. “I called to ask how your day was going, not to hear about my mistakes.”

“Awe, she cares!” George’s voice is teasing, but there’s warmth in it too.

“I always do,” you reply softly, the sincerity clear in your tone.

There’s a brief pause before George speaks again, his voice a bit more serious. “Your dad misses you. Won’t stop moanin’ and groanin’ about his girl.”

“You sure he’s not talking about another girl?” you ask.

George sighs. “You both said things you regret, babe. Fix it. Whatever is happening right now, it’s not worth it.”

“I know,” you admit, the guilt gnawing at you. “Thanks, George.”

“And if you ever do that tom-fuckery again, I will have your head in an old-fashioned guillotine.”

“Noted.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then you muster the courage to say, “I never said thank you for taking care of me then. So…thank you. For everything.”

George smiles a bit. “Just doing my duties as best uncle.”

“Hm.” You smile.

After hanging up, you sit quietly for a moment, absorbing the conversation. George’s words echo in your mind.

Later that day, you hear the familiar sound of the front door opening. Matty’s voice calls out, filled with tentative. “Baby girl? I’m home.”

You rush out from where you’ve been anxiously waiting, tears already streaming down your face. As soon as you see him, you crumble into his arms, mumbling through your sobs. “I’m sorry I mess up and I’m sorry for the things I said and the things I’ve done and I’m sorry you’re stuck with me and I’m sorry that I’m not the perfect kid but I really try to be and try to be that perfect kid for you and for everyone but it all just got a little much and I was trying to make things better and be an adult I guess and I got carried away and I’m sorry Daddy I’m just so sorry.”

He smiles, trying to hide his laugh at your words and ranting. He wraps his arms around you tightly, his voice soothing. “It’s gonna be fine, baby—”

“No it’s not,” you interrupt, your voice cracking with the weight of your guilt. “I messed up, I messed up bad. I made a mistake.”

“A mistake which you will never make again, correct?”

“I promise,” you whisper, your tears soaking into his shirt.

“Good. You’re not perfect, y/n. And thank god you’re not. Do you know how horrible I would feel if I had a perfect child? God, I could never keep up with you. You are smart and funny and so charismatic, and if it weren’t for you being my child, then you might have been perfect…” The tension starts easing. “But I don’t care,” Matty continues, his voice tender. “Because you are mine, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“I love you,” you say, your voice steadying as you look up at him.

“I love you most... but I will throw you in a river if you do that shit again,” Matty replies, a teasing glint in his eyes. Now, maybe, just maybe, healing can begin.

#kind of hate it??? idk yet #the 1975 #x daughter!reader #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #george daniel

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