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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 6 months

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☈ your bones singing into mine [interlude]

one - two

nikto x f!bio-weapons engineer reader (no use of y/n) NSFW A/N: had to write my own damn porn, but thank you, my beautiful envoys and beacon lighters. this is porn without plot and not canon to the main YBSIM storyline. reader is referred to with afab genitalia. as usual, shit's not proofread.

Nikto is a possessive, handsy, and handsome drunk.

Sometimes, he'll downgrade the mask to a balaclava, then tip bottles back to his lips with the fabric between. Always necks the bottle, but he'll only sip at a glass in your company. And, then, he's throwing drinks back like a shot.

Everything about him is violent, sudden, and sharp.

You're of his caliber—together you laugh darkly and call it decisive.

He is decisive when he's been drinking, his cock aching from straining against his zipper, and he snaps an arm around your waist like a shepherd's hook to force you into his lap. There's an armchair in the master suite of one of the hideaway homes he's made for you. It's across from a full-length mirror, and it's perfect for him—he gets to feel and see you squirm yourself comfortable in his lap.

"Pauk," he groans against your neck, humid and needful. His hand drops between your legs, using his grip over your cunt to haul you deeper into his lap. "Our Pauk—soft and warm," he rumbles, burying his face against your neck, breathing your scent hard. You can feel the jutting bone where his nose had been carved off his face, taking all the cartilage and skin.

"Talking about me like I'm a kitten-cat or a down-clothed bird," you snort, arching back against him, planting your feet on his knees. He starts to rub circles over your cunt with his hard, callused, cold hand; in the mirror, you watch his gloved fingers press against the fabric, in a spot you know they'd be teasing your entrance if you were bare.

"Mm. Nyet," he hums, all arousal-rampant thought. "We wouldn't say that. You've got too many sharp corners." He drops the mostly empty bottle in his other hand on the floor, too low in volume to spill out of the neck, and he brings both hands to the waistband of your pants. "Lift your hips. Want you to cum before we get our cock out."

You do as he asks, helping him slide your sleep pants down your hips, past your knees, off and onto the floor over the discarded bottle, but you ask, "Why not fuck, Andryu? Can feel the way you throb against my ass."

The moment you settle back in his lap, he has a hand lifted before your mouth, and you use your teeth to bite down on the fingertip, dragging the garment off.

"Because we'd rather make you cum than fucking breathe."

It's said with the tone of a smirk, and he plunges his middle and ring finger into your wet pussy, finger-fucking you like it's more exciting than every Christmas and first of the month that he's ever lived through. The heel of his hand claps against your cunt with every pump of his fingers, faster and faster, targeting your clit with every landing.

"Lyubimaya, talk. We want you to talk," he growls, shoving his free hand under your shirt to toy with your nipples, pinching and tugging them, making you snarl and buck against his hand, nails digging into the armrests of the seat.

You're not good at talking. Not ever. Especially not when you're getting fucked to within an inch of your purposefully darkened life. But, for him? You try. For him, you always try.

Your legs shake and try to snap shut around his hand, but they jump right back open, as if they refuse to even muffle the wet sounds coming from your body for a single moment. Dropping your head back against his shoulder, you moan, trying hard not to thrash against his body as his breathing grows ragged. And then that moan escalates, turns into a howling laugh, something silver-toothed and prowling, as you warn him, "Andryu, I'm going to squirt, you're making me cum, slow down—!"

He doesn't, of course.

"Yes, Pauk. Yes, lyubimaya, cum. That's a good girl. That's our good girl, our Paukya," he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder, watching between your legs as your pussy spasms around him, soaking his fingers, his lap, every fiber and blessed neuron and synapse of his fractured, tessellated mind.

Just because he loves to make you cum, doesn't mean he has any more patience than he does in any matter of his life. Andre Nikto is swift. He is decisive. When he wants something, he already has it crushed in his fist.

When your hips buck off him, he unzips his pants, letting his cock spring out between your legs. Smooth as reload, smooth as grenade-throw, his fingers slide out of your pussy and stroke his shaft wet, timing it perfectly for your hips to snap down and take half of his length in one motion.

"Andre!" you gasp, too dazed with pleasure to manage a full snap. How could you? Not when his hands are so needy on your hips, urging you low-low, a pretty plea to swallow him up, to blot out all the noise that runs in his head.

When you look up in the mirror, he's already staring back at you, glacier-blue eyes unblinking, rotten with desperation and pup-belly softness. Makes you crack and run like an egg. Like an overripe berry, mashed to red pulp in the hands of an eager child.

"Oh," you swallow. A moment passes, held in the suspension—you're the last two of a kind, preserved perfectly in amber, so long as your hearts can hear the echoing drumbeat of the other's—and a silent agreement is exchanged.

No. Nyet. Not an agreement—a declaration.

You love every one of him; every one of him loves you.

How simple and beautiful a thing—a concept you both can hold gentle in your flesh-rending claws for a soft, turning examination, before you consume it, as if to vaunt the flesh of a beloved death.

He thrusts up shallowly, meeting the gentle rocking of your hips. The hand once teasing the swollen walls of your pussy rests over your lower belly, pressing down heavily just over your pelvis. It makes every stroke of his cock feel tenfold more pronounced—deeper, slower, fuller, all the harder to stave off or deny.

"Can," you start, trying not to squirm too much, wanting to last as long as possible, "I touch your hair? The mask you can leave be, that I won't ask you, but I want to lover-touch the hair at the back of your skull."

He heaves a violent shudder, slamming his way deep, all the way home, and wordlessly nods. More than that, he meets your hand as it darts to the back of his head, guiding you the rest of the way, and pulling up the balaclava only enough to find the satin-slip of his shining black hair.

He holds your hand there, grunting and cutting off moans next to your ear, his head bowed into your shoulder. He prays over you. He prays for you. You are his answer. Perhaps, you have always been.

The pair of you stay in this ecstatic trance, moving together forcefully and slowly, for long, long minutes. You begin to sweat, reeking of one another. You begin to shake, your muscles burning.

His hips move in the way only a drunken, determined man's can. A bit clumsily, but massively greedy. There's a slop in the way he fucks up into you, but there is greediness, too. He can see how wet your pussy is, sucking and spasming around him. He can see how it's made his cock glisten, and how it's darkened the fabric of his pants where it's dripped. He likes it. But a man in love will like anything that comes from his lover.

"Paukyushka," he growls, eyes squeezed closed with the restraint that has always held his entire body together, "can you cum? We're. Pizdec. We're close."

"I can cum, kotik, just keep going," you breathe, fucking down harder on him, mouth curling in a pleased little grin.

He lets go of a ragged moan at that, as if you're the one tearing it from his perforated throat, fucking faster, pulling grunts and tight sighs out of your body as he ramps you up. It becomes hard to hold onto—more oddly, it becomes harder to let go, and, fuck, do you try.

It expands lie molten heat in your lower belly, pressuring your pelvis, your bladder—makes your swollen, sensitive clit throb as your walls start to spasm, clenching wildly around the length of his cock. Shit, you can feel it in your shoulders, tensing the muscles between the blades.

"Mm, fuck—shit, oh fuck," you hiss, your legs jolting and ring to snap closed.

"Pauk!" he barks. Nothing close to a warning or threat, simply a harsh plea.

"Shh! Quiet your mouths," you hiss, "I'll get it done!"

He grumbles under his breath, talking a plan over with his many facets, and acts.

His arm snaps over your rips, trap-sprung, and rucks you up his own body. It makes you squawk, head swiveling as you snake an arm around his neck for balance, and that makes him laugh, gritty as sandpaper. His cock barely manages to stay inside you, by an inch, if that. His other hand goes to the back of your thigh, pulling you open over his knee as he pants his booted foot on the seat of the chair, giving him more leverage.

This weird, tangled position gives the many demons in the both of you fits, and he's not going to last long, but that was never the intention. Two, then three hard thrusts, and you're sucking in air through your clenched teeth, cumming around his cock, digging your nails into his chest and his forearm.

With an ungodly bellow, he pulls out at the very least second, shooting his load straight over his cock, your thigh, his lap. You're both shaking, trembling, disgraced piles of flesh, and you wonder if you sit still for long enough, could you possibly melt into a mingled pile of flesh and splintered bone.

At once, the two of you slump together, though you do turn on your hips to miss a majority of the mess on his legs. He strokes your hair. You reach back to play with his.

"What a mess you've all made," you huff, panting and breathless. "Like a boy; all balls, no control."

"No babies," he says in a stern, but thin voice.

"No babies," you mimic, borrowing his drizzled tone for yourself. "No babies, yes, but my upholstery you've ruined."

"Mm. We...do not care," he finally decides, and you find glory in the smile in his tone.

"Good. I like that," you say, packing in as much dignity as you can manage before the facade crumbles. You're left laughing, stupid and free, and his answers back, a rumble that echoes through your ribs.

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cinnamongorll · 2 months

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Wildflower - chapter 2

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC Synopsis: Joel Miller is an infuriating constant in Alex’s life. As her dad’s best friend and smuggling partner, she can’t seem to avoid him no matter how hard she tries. When a weapons trade off goes wrong and Alex becomes the next target in a dangerous revenge vendetta, Joel is forced to uphold the promise he made to his friend to protect his daughter from the dangers of the post-apocalyptic world. But when Alex and Joel reluctantly grow closer, and she starts to peel back the layers of animosity between them, Alex realises that nothing is what it seems and that trusting Joel might be more dangerous than anything outside the QZ walls. Series tags: dbf!Joel, age gap (Joel is late 49, FMC is 26), older man/younger woman, slow burn, enemies to lovers, mean Joel, protective Joel, dark Joel, sexual tension, smut, mutual pining, feral Joel, first person pov, angst, more tags to be added, ultraviolence Joel. Chapter warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. Also, Joel is pretty mean in this one, sorry xx Word count: 6.5k

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Chapter 2:

“Yes.”

The word leaves my mouth and the firm grip on my face disappears before I can prepare myself for the loss of my anchor.

Joel’s hands retreat to rest against his thighs, fingers curling into tight fists. His head is turned away from me, scanning the crowd, tracking the movement around us. Without his grip, my body deflates and I blink, trying to catch my breath. The air pulls and pushes against the inside of my chest, forcing my mouth to remain open in desperate gasps which neither fill my lungs nor bring me any sense of relief.

Mourners, witnesses, and survivors just going about their day crash into us from all sides. The square is becoming smaller and smaller as more people file past the stage where the wooden structure stands, where the bodies swing, where my -

“Joel,” I bite out, my stare burning into the side of his face.

His head drops towards me. When his eyes catch mine he winces as though caught off guard by the grief that’s splattered over my face.

“What?” he demands under his breath as his gaze detaches from mine almost immediately, back to scanning buildings and people. I’m abandoned, alone in my confusion.

Someone crashes into me and I stagger to the side, into another man who growls out a loud curse and pushes me away from him. I’m lost in a sea of bodies and screams, my heartbeat roars in my ears as another elbow digs into my side and a foot slams on top of my own.

I grunt in pain as I twist and turn in the waves of people. I can’t see Joel and, with every push and shove, I’m dragged closer and closer to the gallows. My hands reach out, grabbing at clothing and arms and anything that will stop me from moving towards my dad’s swinging body.

I want to scream. I can feel it crawling up my throat again as another shoulder carves into my chest, but I remember what Joel said. The awareness of guns scanning the crowd seizes my throat and I feel myself choke out a gargled yell that I couldn’t quite keep contained.

Who are these people? What happened to my dad? Where is Joel?

He told me to trust him, that he’d get us out of here. But he let go, and now I’m floating helplessly in unknown waters, in a battle with no knowledge of my opponents.

I’m spun around with the flow of people and my eyes catch sight of my dad.

It’s like someone has reached into my lungs and stolen all the air I’ve so desperately consumed, like I'm being suffocated from the inside. My heart moves at a hummingbird's pace, rippling and thrashing against my thin jumper.

For a moment I think that time has stopped, but, no, it's worse than that: time keeps moving. People around me keep pushing, my legs keep stumbling. If time stood still, if everyone would just stop moving for a second, I was sure that I could figure this out, that I could wake up from this nightmare.

I’d realise that this is all a mistake, a misunderstanding. I’d realise that, no, that isn’t my dad up there, it’s someone else, of course. This is someone else’s nightmare, not mine. Please, god, can everyone just STOP.

Please.

STOP.

I don’t realise I’m saying the words, screaming them, even, until the hand I’ve come to intimately recognise slides across my open mouth.

His chest is pressed against my back, his mouth drops to my ear.

“Don’t turn round, don’t make a sound. Just keep movin,’” Joel growls in my ear.

Something resembling relief pumps through my bloodstream and, by some miracle, my legs don’t falter at the malice in his tone and I fulfil his demand. My legs keep moving, fortified by Joel’s own stride that shadows my own.

I can’t see anything past the sea of people that I’m swimming through. But Joel does, and he grunts directions in my ear as we weave through the square. “Left” “Right” “Stop” “Keep goin.’” His hand has dropped from my mouth to rest casually on my shoulder, like he does this all the time.

I realise quickly that this is a performance. Joel is a puppet master, pulling at my strings, pushing me around in some dance I don’t know the moves to. I don’t even know who’s in the audience, who is watching us… who wants us dead.

I feel Joel stiffen against me at every shove I face as I try to follow his commands, and I hear him unleash low warnings to those who get in our way: “watch it” “move.”

I shiver at the cold authority in his voice, and those around us do as well. I can sense, though, that Joel is holding himself back, that he could easily clear those who cling to us. But I have enough awareness to understand that Joel is using the violence of the crowd to our advantage; embracing the anonymity of being another stumbling victim in an ocean of people travelling in numerous directions.

When the sight of legs and shoes give away and I begin to get a clearer view of the ground, I feel Joel’s grip on my shoulders tighten and I’m swept into an alleyway.

His movements are too quick and his hold on me is too strong for any protests to leave my lips. My back hits the brick wall hard and a choked gasp unleashes from my throat as my eyes flash up to meet Joel’s face which is once again turned away from me.

We’re in a small alleyway, it’s dark and muggy, and as my eyes dart around the space I see tipped bins, leaking unfamiliar fluids onto the cracked concrete, and piles of discarded clothing against the walls. I shiver despite everything, despite the two hands that are holding firm to my shoulders, pinning me against the wall.

“Joel, what’s happening?” I whisper.

His eyes drop to mine. Joel is breathing heavily, he’s standing so close I can feel his chest rise with every quick breath. It takes me a moment to notice the ire in his eyes, but when I do, I press my back harder against the wall behind me.

“Told you not to make a sound,” he grinds out. His gaze is unfocused, darting between me and the street to my left which continues to pump out people moving in different directions, some escaping the horror in the square and some desperate to steal a look.

“And you told me you’d get us out of this, but all you’ve done is lose me in the crowd and get us trapped in an alley,” I retort, enjoying the sudden anger that pulses over my skin. It feels much better than fear.

Joel stiffens and his hands flex against me, increasing their pressure on my shoulders.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ smartass,” he seethes with his jaw clenched, pupils flaring.

I know I should be frightened by Joel’s anger. I know what he’s capable of, I know that he could leave me here to get killed and I know that he wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. But for some reason, I feel a strange sense of immunity.

In fifteen minutes, my entire world has gone up in flames. I’m standing in the ash pile, waiting for the next fire to catch.

Joel’s anger isn’t a new threat, it’s an old one, familiar and predictable. The blaze that he ignites is one I like to run my fingers over, enjoying the heat of the burn.

I tilt my chin up, meeting his narrowed eyes. “Tell me what’s happening, now.”

He scoffs as his head swings towards the street, then after he’s satisfied that the crowd is still thick, his eyes find mine again. The anger is rippling off him in waves, along with something else that I don’t think I’ve ever seen in Joel: fear.

“You agreed to trust me.”

I shift to stand straighter. His grip eases to let me.

“Trust only works if it goes both ways.”

I watch Joel’s jaw move as he digests my words. Then, his eyes fly upwards, a long breath releases from his mouth and he purses his lips.

My own breath huffs out of me when I realise I’ve won.

“We took some weapons from the wrong people,” he reveals in a low, grumbling voice as though every word is a struggle.

“You mean you stole them?” I challenge. Goosebumps trail over my skin as my brain fills in the blanks, jumping to conclusions.

Joel’s chin drops in a sharp nod.

“Fuck,” I sigh as my eyes follow the movement in the street before returning to his black stare in the dim light of the alley.

“So what? The people you stole from are the ones who - who,” my throat catches and I swallow roughly, unable to verbalise the reality that I’m confronted with.

Joel’s silence is answer enough.

I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes but I’m quick to blink them away. Anger still bleeds out of me and I’m not ready to stem the flow yet, it’s the only thing holding me from breaking down.

“Who’s idea was it?” I demand, pushing forward, forcing Joel’s grip on my shoulders to loosen. “To steal the weapons?”

Joel straightens, standing taller. I can practically feel the rage rising in him. Too bad - I’m angrier.

I plant my palms on his hard chest and push. “Are you the reason he’s dead?” I attempt to sneer but my voice comes out choked and raw. I watch as Joel takes a step backwards, his eyes somehow darkening further.

My breaths grow heavy as I wait for him to retaliate; to deny my accusation or push back even harder, to pin me to the wall or even turn and walk away. But he doesn’t, Joel just stares down at me, his eyes roaming over my face as a muscle jumps in his cheek.

I’m disappointed, I realise after a few seconds. I wanted the push back, I wanted the fight. So, I try again.

“This is your fault, isn’t it? They’re here because of you,” I taunt, stepping into the space he vacated until my chest almost grazes his. My head is tilted up, my eyebrows are raised.

Joel says nothing but I watch with satisfaction as his breaths grow sharp and fast and my snide smile lengthens.

“You got my dad killed, and I’m gonna be next because of you,” I fume, lifting my hands to his chest again to unleash another inch of my anger.

But my fingers don’t even graze the dark material of Joel’s shirt before his hands wrap around my wrists as he forcefully twists my body around until my arms are pinned behind my back, secured with one hand while the other wraps around my throat, pulling me against him.

I struggle, shaking my shoulders, attempting to kick his legs, but with every retaliation I feel the grip on my throat increase.

My anger gives way to fear again and, as the red cloud clears, I realise that I’ve been walking along the tightrope of Joel’s fragile patience, and with those last words thrown his way, it snapped, leaving me dangling at the mercy of his sick punishment.

Joel is sneering in my ear, I can practically feel the snarl on his lips as he grunts and pants while securing my complete submission.

“Keep talkin’,” he taunts with a growl along the shell of my ear. I’m gasping now, my mouth is open wide but only a minimal amount of air is allowed to enter.

I feel Joel’s laugh rumble against my back as his grip suddenly eases and my chin drops against his arm as I gulp down the precious air that he refused me.

“I made a promise to your dad to keep you safe,” he hisses as I land another kick to his shin. I bite my lip when he pulls me closer and my eyes squeeze shut when his hand hovers over my neck like a warning. “But if I hadn’t,” Joel pauses and grunts out a harsh, humourless laugh. “I would’a left you out in the open for a bullet to find you.”

My body goes limp in his hold. I’m still gasping, greedily swallowing air in case his hand once again finds itself wrapped around my throat.

“I don’t want your help,” I manage to croak.

“Too fuckin’ bad,” Joel drawls as he finally realeases me, and I stumble forward, my hands reaching up to cradle my neck before I spin around to face him.

“Choking me isn’t a good way to get me to trust you,” I cough out, pinning him with my stare.

Joel considers me for a moment, his eyes skimming down my face until they drop to my trembling hands. He looks away quickly and I watch him blink a few times before he wipes a hand over his forehead and turns back towards me. Some of the malice has disappeared from his face. He looks tired, defeated, almost.

“You already agreed, sweetheart,” Joel replies, but his voice has lost all its fight. “Only way we’re gettin out of this is if you follow my lead.”

He’s right, I know he is, but my agreement gets caught in my tender throat.

When I don’t answer, Joel steps forward.

I flinch.

He stops, immediately, and something resembling remorse ripples in his eyes.

“Got it?” he demands slowly, carefully.

I look out into the street. The crowd is starting to thin, if we don’t move now, we’re going to lose the cover it gives us.

“Got it,” I reply. But my response doesn’t sound like a willingness to survive this situation he’s got us in, it sounds more like a sign that I've lost.

………………………….

We walk side by side through the streets, Joel’s hand is wrapped loosely around my wrist.

I keep my gaze forward, focusing on putting one foot in front of another. As we move, Joel murmurs quiet commands, altering me when he wants to turn a corner, letting me know that there’s no sign of the snipers, telling me to walk quicker.

Soon, through the fear and horror that drenches my vision, I recognise where we’re headed.

“Don’t tell me we’re going back to my apartment,” I whisper sharply.

Joel doesn’t respond but his footsteps are harsher across the pavement.

“Joel,” I hiss as I continue to stare straight ahead. “If people are looking for us, our apartments are the first place they’re gonna look.”

His face whips towards mine and I know I’ve snapped his patience again.

“We need a place to lay low, to figure this out,” he explains with a biting tone. “And unless you’ve been breakin the rules, no one knows where either of us live.”

My stomach drops but I don’t let my steps falter.

“Fine, okay.”

My dad had strict rules to keep our heads down, not to make friends, to make sure that we were never noticed. By all accounts, we lived like ghosts in the QZ.

Joel’s right, no one should know where either of us live.

In theory.

His name sits on the tip of my tongue, ready to tell Joel about the one person I gave my address to. But I can still feel the strength of his hand wrapped tight around my throat, warning me that my next misstep might hurt even more. So I keep quiet.

I broke his rule, just once. Theo would come when Joel and my dad had left, knocking on my door, stripping off my clothes, dipping my body onto my mattress, grunting my name.

It was casual, fun, inconsequential… right?

I feel Joel tug on my wrist and I quicken my steps, head down as he leads me home.

…………………….

My legs give out as I step into my apartment.

I slide down the wall beside the door as the weight of my new reality is forced down on my shoulders.

He’s dead.

He’s not coming home.

My ears are ringing, my heartbeat is screeching in my ears, drowning out the sound of Joel’s footsteps as he locks the door, steps around me and strides to the window, pulling down the makeshift blinds.

The apartment is plunged into darkness until he finds the lamp and turns it on.

Immediately, I’m coated in flickering yellow light and I have to cover my mouth to keep the sob from erupting. Or maybe a scream, I don’t know.

Joel is talking to me. I can’t hear him but I can see his mouth moving and his eyebrows furrowing when he notices I’m not responding.

He throws his hands in the air and turns, walking until he reaches the rug in my dad’s room. I squint my eyes when he rolls up the edge and opens the compartment under the floorboards that I hadn’t realised he knew about.

When he turns back around, there’s a gun in each hand.

Are they some of the stolen guns?

My hand drops from my mouth as he walks closer, and my chin tilts up to meet the look he’s pinning me with. His eyes survey my face, probably condemning me for the tears that wet my cheeks and the red splotches that stain my skin.

I expect him to shout at me, to tell me to get up, to stop crying, to stop being weak.

But he doesn’t. Instead, Joel reaches out, gun dangling from his grip.

I blink up at him, lines forming on my forehead as my grief stricken mind attempts to understand what kind of game he’s playing.

“Take it,” he commands when I make no move to accept.

I shake my head quickly and drop my limp hands to the floor.

“I don’t know how to use it,” I confess, exhaustion clipping my voice. My pride is overshadowed by my grief and fear as I reveal my weakness to the man who had held my life between his hands less than an hour ago.

His eyebrows shoot to the roof. “You’re jokin.”

Despite my numbness, a fierce pulse of mortification still shoots through my body.

“Do I look like I’m fucking joking,” I fume as I push myself off the floor and straighten my spine.

The gun hangs between us.

I’m reminded of the night before, when it was me who handed the gun to my dad. If I take the weapon from Joel, will I meet the same fate?

I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand, then cross my arms over my chest before my gaze finally lands on Joel’s face. He’s watching me with that reluctant curiosity again and I squeeze my arms tighter to shake the chill of his attention.

Eventually, he shakes his head and pockets one of the guns. When only one remains in his hand, Joel nods at me.

“Watch.”

His command has my eyes flashing to his hand, gripped tight around the gun. Joel’s veins are like ropes rippling under his skin as he waits for my full attention.

“Point down, check it’s loaded, safety off, point, shoot.”

His instructions are short and blunt but I find myself mesmerised by the movements he makes. Joel’s fingers look like they were moulded to wrap around the handle of a gun. They ache power and scream pain.

I notice the blood on them, too. Blackness curled around his nail beds and a red tinge staining his knuckles.

I force my eyes back up to his, and I swallow when I find him already surveying my expression. He looks like he’s taking note.

“Understand?” he asks roughly after a moment.

I nod, and accept the weapon into my hand when he tries again. It’s heavy, like the weight of what it means is dragging me down.

“Why are you giving me this?”

Joel sighs and rubs his neck, his muscles straining under his shirt.

“To protect yourself while I’m gone,” he says calmly, still watching me with close attention.

“What? Gone? Where are you going?” questions spill from my mouth and Joel’s eyes hit the ceiling again before he turns and marches towards the radio by the window.

I’m on his heels, matching his steps, begging for answers. Panic has attacked my chest, firing lightening bolts of fear throughout my body.

When he doesn’t turn around, without thinking, I reach out a hand, meaning to land on his broad shoulder and force him to meet my questioning glare. But he catches it before I touch him. Once again, Joel’s hand is wrapped around my wrist and he holds my arm in suspension between us, reminding me of the power he holds in his body.

“Stop askin’ so many questions,” he grunts before dropping my arm.

I choke out a laugh. It’s so absurd, his absolute refusal to let me in on his plans.

“Are you being serious? You’ve told me next to nothing about what is going on and now you’re leaving? I have a right to know where you’re going,” I argue, my words are frenzied and breathless.

Joel dismisses my desperation with a cruel shake of his head, like I’m a child who’s reached their curiosity limit.

His hands curl into tight fists and I involuntarily take a step back until the back of my legs meet the cushions of our worn couch.

Joel tracks the movement with a sharp inhale.

“I’m gettin’ us a way out of here, that’s all you need to know,” he answers before turning and stalking towards the apartment door.

“Out of the QZ?” I blurt out, my voice loud and pleading as I follow his brutal path.

“You wanna stay here and get killed? Be my fuckin’ guest,” he calls over his shoulder. His threat is meaningless after confessing the vow he made, but a part of me wonders how far his loyalty to my dad goes.

I swallow down the scream of frustration that threatens to erupt from me, and I dig my nails into my palms, imagining that they’re wrapped around his throat instead.

“I’m coming with you,” I declare, straightening my spine, trying to appear taller, more capable.

Joel freezes at my words, his hand paused on its journey to the first lock on the door. I can feel the weight of the sigh he releases before he turns on me, striding forward until he’s towering over me, consuming the space around us with his dominating presence.

I can practically see the seconds that we’re wasting ticking behind his eyes. Every moment is on the clock now, counting down to those snipers finding us.

“You’re stayin’ here, end of story,” Joel proclaims with a tilt of his head that has goosebumps rising again on my skin.

I picture Joel walking out the door, leaving me here alone, unable to shoot, unable to fight, just waiting for him to return. Left to face the cold fury of my grief in this dark apartment that’s coated in memories of the man who now swings from a thick rope.

I consider begging, getting on my knees with my hands clasped and staring up at Joel while I plead with him not to leave me here, to let me come with him.

I hate this. I hate depending on Joel Miller of all people. My dad’s psychopathic friend.

But he’s all I have.

“Don’t leave me,” I plead, scanning his face, searching for any sign of a living breathing person behind the wall of stoicism that he’s built.

I watch as his eyes narrow and he grits his teeth.

“Grow up,” Joel scolds, and with one last withering look, he returns to the lock.

His words are like a blow to my stomach and I cough out a choked breath. Heat rises in my cheeks as mortification and anger ripple under my skin.

I stagger backwards as he pulls the door open. My questions lay unspoken, having died by Joel’s sword of cruelty.

He turns before leaving but he doesn’t meet my eyes. I wonder if he fears what he’d find in them.

Then, Joel says the same words he uttered last night, before everything went to hell.

“Don’t do anythin’ stupid.”

……………………….

The gun is on the table, resting just a few inches away from my fingers which drum on the hardwood surface.

He left me, he fucking left me.

I’m seething, every bone in my body is groaning under the weight of my rage. My fingers tap to the rhythm of the thoughts that shoot through my mind. Questions, visions, worries, and regrets meld together into a ball of nausea that surges in my gut.

I don’t know how long Joel has been gone. Minutes or hours, I can’t tell. The blinds are still drawn and the only light that illuminates the space is the broken lamp that mocks me with its flickering light.

I imagine myself lifting the gun from the table and following after Joel, surprising him with my capability, shocking him into telling me the truth.

My eyes squeeze shut until I see nothing but darkness, erasing the vision entirely.

I wouldn’t even know where to start. I can barely touch the gun without flinching and I don’t have a single clue where my dad’s connections live. He didn’t want this life for me, and I’ve always been content in trusting him with my safety.

My fingers stop drumming and lift to push into my eyes, turning the darkness into a bright searing orange behind my lids.

Now my past indifference in learning how to protect myself has caught up to me, and I have to trust Joel fucking Miller with my life.

What a sick joke.

I drop my hands to the table with a loud thud, enjoying the slight burn that flashes up my arms when they connect with the hard surface.

With my palms flat, I push myself out of the chair and stand, inhaling long deep breaths as I turn in a slow circle, taking in every inch of the home that’s closing in on me.

I wince when my eyes find that broken bulb, bathing me in its fractured glow.

Without thinking, I’m moving towards it, gripping the cold metal stem with my hand and slamming down towards the floor. The light ceases immediately. Glass splatters around my feet, latching onto the laces on my boots and implanting in the rubber sole.

Sharp breaths claw out of my lungs as I stand over the carnage. My relief is mixed with sorrow as I drop to the floor, my legs shaking as they make their descent.

The glass bites into my jeans but I can’t see their fractured points. The apartment has collapsed into shallow darkness, faintly illuminated by the threads of daylight that leak out the corners of the blinds Joel pulled down.

My face is wet again, I can feel the tears drip off my skin, landing somewhere I can’t see.

My breaths are ragged like the fragmented edges of the glass rubble I rest on. I don’t know how to see past this darkness, I don’t know what my life is going to look like when Joel returns. I’ve been dragged into a mess I don’t even know how to begin to clean up.

All I know is that Joel and my dad’s smuggling enterprise might have been more dangerous than I thought.

I lean forward, lifting my arms to cradle around my bent knees as my hair falls around my face like a black veil.

Joel is capable, I remind myself. If anyone can get us out of this, it’s probably him. He’s a dick but he knows what he’s doing.

My teeth capture my bottom lip as I consider the frightening reality that despite every bit of survival instinct he has going for him, Joel still managed to get himself targeted by a group strong enough to infiltrate a QZ.

So Joel can make mistakes, afterall.

I inhale a shaky breath, but the exhale doesn’t come.

A loud bang rattles the apartment door. My head swings towards it, hair flying around my face.

I don’t move, I don’t breathe.

Another bang, a fist hitting off the wood with enough force to shake the doorframe.

This isn’t Joel. He wouldn’t make that much noise. His knocks are quiet, contained, covert.

My heart starts to pound.

This isn’t Joel.

Panic slams into me. I have to move, I have to hide, I have to do something.

My hands land on the glass speckled floor and the fractures bite into my skin as I push myself up, moving my legs as slowly as possible.

I’m standing when I hear the voice.

“Alex!” it calls. “Are you in there? Open up!”

Shit.

I race to the door, my feet crunching over the lamp’s debris. I don’t even look through the peephole, I know exactly who is behind the door. And if he doesn’t shut up he’s going to get us killed.

My fingers are rapid as they release the locks and pry the door open.

Theo stands on the other side, his chest moving quickly like he’s been running. I don’t give him a chance to catch his breath. I grip his arm and pull him into the apartment, shutting the door quietly.

“Did anyone follow you?” I demand, sliding my eyes across his face before I turn to deadbolt the door.

“Follow me? Alex what’s going on?” he asks softly, his eyebrows pinched and mouth gaping. “I saw your dad -”

My back meets the door. I raise a hand, stopping him. I beg him with my desperate stare to not say the words. My mind is so fragile right now, one more reminder of my dad will shatter it entirely.

“Did anyone follow you? Please, just answer the question,” I plead, making a considerable effort to calm my voice.

“No, of course not. Why? Is someone looking for you?” Theo asks, stepping closer.

I drop my head into my hands with a heavy breath. “I don’t know,” I mumble into my palms.

Strong arms wrap around my middle and pull me into his warm chest. I drop my hands to curl around Theo’s back, fingers gripping the soft material of his t-shirt.

“What’s going on? You can tell me,” he whispers into my hair.

“I can’t,” I murmur into his chest.

I can feel Theo try to pull back, to meet my eyes in the dim lighting, to uncover what’s happening, but I’m not ready to let go yet. I just hold him tighter, basking in the comfort of his touch. I allow myself to disarm for a moment, to let the weight of the last few hours fall onto me.

My breaths come easier, I can feel my mind begin to settle. My thoughts are clearer.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I say when I drop my arms back to my side and peel my cheek from the safety of his chest.

Theo brushes a hand across my hair, tucking a few strands behind my ear. “Alex, please. Are you okay?”

“He’s dead,” I croak out, blinking up at him. Theo is only half visible in the light and I appreciate that I can’t see the pity I’m sure is shining in his eyes, just as I also appreciate the fact that he can’t make out the full extent of the devastation and fear on my own face.

“I know - I came as soon as I saw. I’d heard they had caught a bunch of smugglers last night but I had no idea your dad…” Theo trails off, leaving the rest of his words to remain unspoken, like my dad’s occupation always was.

“Come on,” he breathes as he takes my hand and leads me through the darkness to the couch.

I sink into the cushion as Theo wraps an arm around my shoulders. He’s always been good at calming me down.

In the back of my mind, a voice yells at me, telling me that he can’t be here. What if someone followed him to this building? What if Joel comes back and finds him -

An image of Joel pointing a gun at Theo’s head flashes across my vision.

I stand quickly. Theo’s arm falls to the back of the couch.

“Alex?” he asks, sitting forward.

I shake my head and send a small smile in his direction. “I’ll just be a second.”

My legs tremble as I walk towards the kitchen. I run my hands through my hair, tugging at my scalp, begging myself to think of some excuse, some explanation for why I need Theo to leave, to protect himself, to stay away from me, to not get caught up in this mess.

I’m standing at the table, my fingers pressing into the wood. The gun sits inches away, predicting a future I want nothing to do with.

“Alex -”

Theo’s voice is cut off by the sound of locks exploding.

I swipe my hand across the table, grabbing the gun as I drop to the floor. My hand covers my ears as my mouth opens in a silent scream.

The open door illuminates the apartment in a bright, exposing light. From under the table, I see a man I don’t recognise march towards Theo.

“What are you -”

A trigger is pulled and I watch in a state of absolute horror as my friend’s head swings backwards with the force of the bullet that shoots through his skull.

My hands pile over my mouth, feverishly holding in my scream. My gun is pressed against the side of my face. Every inch of me is shaking. I can’t move, I can’t feel anything but terror.

The man turns and I know with a sharp pulse of dread that he’s spotted me. It locks my muscles and steals my breath.

At least I didn’t have to live too long in my grief, I think.

What are you doin’? MOVE

My eyes flash open at the imaginary sound of Joel’s voice rattling through my skull.

“What do we have here?” the man taunts as he stalks closer. I wonder where he’ll shoot me? In the head like Theo? Or maybe the heart, let me bleed out slowly?

“Are you hiding?” the man laughs and his feet pause their movements. “Seriously?”

I grit my teeth, confused at the man’s taunting. There’s something in his tone like he wants me to fight back, like he wants to punish me.

I think of my dad, and how hard he tried to keep me from this life. I blow out a trembling breath, he wouldn’t want me to die like this.

From my position, I can’t see anything but the man’s feet planted on the other side of the table. The gun shakes in my sweaty palms as I try to remember Joel’s instructions.

“Point down, check it’s loaded, safety off, point, shoot.”

Blood roars in my ears as I follow the rhythm he showed me. The man continues his taunting, but I can only vaguely make out his snide remarks, trying to bait me out from under the table.

Seconds later, the safety is off and I shoot before the man can react to the sound of the soft click.

A strangled yell ricochets off the walls of the apartment and I tip backwards with the force of the gunshot.

I hit his thigh, I think.

I’m in shock but my brain still screams at me to move, to get out of here, to use this distraction to my advantage.

My ears are ringing, and I can see a cloud of blackness enter the corner of my eyes that tells me that fainting is a real possibility, but I tighten my hold on the gun as I begin to crawl.

I release a sharp, guttural scream when my head is lurched backwards as a hand wraps around my hair with a blaze of white hot pain across my scalp.

The gun drops to the floor as my hands fly up to grip my head, to try and block my attack.

“You little bitch,” the man snarls in my ears as he pulls harder, dragging me upwards until I’m standing. I stumble and struggle in his grip but he doesn’t let up his vice like hold.

“Guess you’re not so different from your dad then, are you?” he grunts out as I attempt to slam my back into his chest.

My life is hanging by a very weathered thread and yet my eyes still prick with the mention of my dad.

“If this is about the weapons,” I gasp out through gritted teeth as he increases his hold on my hair. “We can sort this out - we can pay you back.”

The man’s answering laugh frightens me more than the sight of his gun.

“You think this is about some stolen weapons?” he demands, his voice is blaring in my ears and I flinch, squeezing my eyes shut.

For a short moment, myself and this man both pause in a display of our mutual confusion but the cold rim of the gun that finds my temple ends our short truce.

I release a trembling breath. In fear or relief, I’m not sure.

“Shit.”

Something hot and sticky splatters against the back of my head and I drop to the floor, released from the man’s brutal hold. My eyes open when my body hits the ground. I can’t hear anything, my limbs aren’t responding to my commands to move, to get up, to run.

Am I dead?

Hands land on my shoulders and I twist around, throwing my arms around and kicking with all the strength I didn’t know I had. My eyes are wide but they’re unseeing. I’m moving too quickly to focus on any single thing.

Whoever is touching me is strong and once they land a firm grip on my shoulders, I’m pinned to the floor with only my legs to continue fighting for me.

“Alex, stop.”

My body goes limp, following the command without question. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the terror from my eyes.

“Joel.” I slur his name as his face appears above me.

He’s furious. The line between his eyebrows looks like it's been carved out with a knife.

“You hurt?” he demands, his voice sends shivers down my aching spine.

I shake my head and wince when the movement sends another wave of dizziness to wash over me.

Joel seems unconvinced. He releases one of my shoulders to search my body for wounds. Flames erupt under my skin where his hand grazes me.

When he’s satisfied, Joel leans back until he’s on his knees, perched over me.

The black cloud that darkened my vision has returned, curling around the edges like ink in water. My breaths can’t keep up with the pace of my heartbeat.

Joel frowns as he looks down at me.

“You left me,” I murmur.

Then the black cloud claims me as its victim.

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Levi Fic

by Dragon Anon

It hadn't always been this way. That's what Sylvie had told him, time and time again. The Caretaker---an elderly twoleg---used to bring only the finest meals for her cats, spoiling them with all of the best toys and treats and bedding. She would stroke their fur and trim their claws. On and on, Sylvie would ramble about how wonderful things had been.

Now, the house was overridden with hungry mouths and yowling voices. The old Caretaker had vanished. The new Caretaker came only once per day, filling every cat's food dish with dry pellets.

"Hey, rat," a voice sneered. Levi tensed. He had been standing watch, guarding Sylvie while she tried to stuff down her meager share of kibble. Truthfully, it was Levi's share, but seeing as though Sylvie's share had already been stolen, Levi had opted to let her eat his. Levi's mother was frail enough without missing another meal.

The fluffy orange tom who had approached was well known amongst the cats who lived here. Cheesecake. He was arrogant and brawny, prone to stealing food from those who couldn't fight back. His lackeys, Brownie and Lynx, trailed behind him. "You're sharing your meals now?" Cheesecake shook his head in mock offense. "And you didn't offer any to me?"

Sylvie flattened herself to the ground, her pale mist-grey pelt nearly blending in with the tiled floor. "Oh, Cheesecake... I'm sorry, I didn't---here, you can have the rest. Please, I insist." She kept her gaze down, weary.

"Thank you, Silver," Cheesecake purred, hooking a single claw into the food bowl's lip and pulling it towards himself in one swift motion.

"That isn't her name," Levi hissed, feeling his temper fray. Sylvie cast Levi an uneasy look, shaking her head slightly. Her stance was clear: No.

"Oh?" Cheesecake shrugged. "I'm not good with names. Now, why don't you two run along so I can enjoy the rest of this meal in peace, hm?"

"No," Levi growled. Sylvie flinched.

"What?" Cheesecake's eyes narrowed, his chipped ears beginning to flatten. Brownie took a threatening step forward, but Cheesecake stepped in front of him, standing eye-to-eye with Levi. "I must have misheard you. Care to repeat yourself?" Behind Cheesecake, Lynx snickered.

"Sure," Levi replied casually. "I must have spoken too softly. I said no. I'm sick of you and your little band of fools stealing our food."

A sudden burst of pain exploded against Levi's face, and he was knocked off his paws. It took him a moment to realize Cheesecake had struck him. "You're lucky I'm feeling kind. Silver, take your kit and get out of here. Now."

"Of course, of course," Sylvie murmured, leaning in to lick Levi's bloodied cheek. "Please, let's just go. . ."

Cheesecake had already turned away from them, rolling his eyes and moving to take a bite out of Sylvie's kibble. Their kibble. Levi rolled to his paws, lunging for Cheesecake with a feral snarl.

Cheesecake was bulky and eager to throw his weight around, but he had never faced someone who actually fought back. Levi dug his claws into the tom's shoulders, leaning forward and sinking his teeth into Cheesecake's nape. The tom wailed in alarm, thrashing and sending Levi tumbling off of his back.

Brownie was staring at Levi, dumbfounded, but Lynx was quicker on her toes, leaping forward and nipping at Levi's shoulder. He twisted out of her reach, lashing out and striking her muzzle. She fell back with a pained yowl.

"Stop, please!" Sylvie wailed, ears pinned in distress. Levi ignored her. I'm doing this for us, he thought. Cheesecake had regained his bearings and was now charging towards Levi, who side-stepped, dodging the tom by a mere whisker.

"Coward! You'd only attack me when my back was turned, and now you run away? Pathetic, little--" Cheesecake's next words were cut off as Levi knifed foward, sinking his teeth into the other tom's throat. They both toppled over in a thrashing heap, but Levi refused to let go.

"Stop! Levi, stop!" Sylvie pleaded. Lynx and Brownie were watching Levi with wide, terrified eyes.

But he didn't stop. Not until Cheesecake stopped thrashing, letting out one final, strangled noise.

The other tom's blood tasted strange in Levi's mouth.

"What have you done?" Lynx whispered, shaking. "Is he---?"

"Leave!" Levi snapped. "And don't bother me or my mother ever again, do you understand?"

Lynx and Brownie needed no further prompting, both scrambling away, tails tucked in terror.

Levi huffed, wiping at the blood staining his muzzle. He had been training with Magpiewing everyday. No one dared bother the battle-scarred she-cat who claimed to have once lived amongst the wild cats.

Satisifed, Levi turned towards Sylvie, expecting her gaze to be filled with admiration, or relief, or warmth.

Instead, he found fear.

***

It had been Magpiewing who showed Levi how to escape. The topmost room of their house had a tiny, broken window that a clever cat could wedge themself through. It had been harder to leap from the gabled roof to the frontyard's oak tree, and there had been a moment of terror when Levi thought he might fall.

He didn't.

Levi scoffed, pebbles rolling beneath his paws and clattering down the cliffside as he trekked across the rocky terrain. He was a fool for not having left sooner. He didn't need the Caretaker, and he certainly didn't need Sylvie. His mother could rot with the rest of them in that hovel.

And yet, a sharp pang of loss still tugged at Levi's chest when he thought of her. Pathetic. Wild cats don't foster tender hearts. And he was wild---had been for many, many moons. Occasionally, he would interact with other cats, but mostly Levi kept to himself.

So when a sleek-pelted tom introducted himself as Ravenshade, Levi's first instinct was to growl and stalk away. And yet something about the tom's demeanor intrigued Levi.

"You fought well. I saw you take on that vixen. Bold, for a cat all by himself."

Levi didn't respond, expression flat.

"Fallenclan could use fresh blood. I'm second-in-command there. No one would bat an eye if I returned with a promising new clanmate."

"Why should I go with you?" What's in it for me? Levi hadn't lived in a group for years. Relying on other cats was a certain way to drag yourself down. Usually.

Ravenshade shrugged, unperterbed. "I'm not here to make a case for you to join Fallenclan. I have better things to do with my time. We are strong, and growing stronger. I've offered you an opportunity. It's up to you if you take it."

Levi hesitated. Then, slowly, he nodded.

Ravenshade smiled, his eyes gleaming like dusky twilight. "Excellent. I think you'll like living in a clan. I'll make sure you do well."

***

Before living in Fallenclan, Levi had never seen so many cats in one place before, even during his time living under the Caretaker.

Snailpetal, Crowflame, Patchback, Antbite, Feathersight.... The list went on and on. The only cat that mattered to Levi was Ravenshade. It was clear the tom possessed a great deal of authority, but he didn't throw around his weight like Cheesecake. He was calm, calculating, and capable of caring for his clanmates.

Levi couldn't help but admire him. Cherrystar seemed simple enough. She was a skilled fighter and possessed a clever mind, but her reluctance to fight baffled Levi. Ravenshade spoke of other clans, threatening Fallenclan's borders, and Levi had seen them while on patrol. Why didn't Fallenclan extend their borders? They had the numbers, and they could always use more land for hunting. It made no sense.

Levi sighed. He had been summoned to patrol with Nightgleam, Coalpaw, and Patchback later. He might as well start preparing for the long trek across the territory. He didn't mind it, per se, but he didn't particularly crave company.

Oh well. Some misfortunes were unavoidable.

***

"Are you mouse-brained? That rabbit was right there!" Levi seethed. Coalpaw hadn't even been paying attention, padding after some pretty butterfly and scaring off perfectly good prey.

"It was an accident," Coalpaw pleaded, gaze wide. "I swear."

"That's okay, dear. I've gotten distracted plenty of times during a hunt," Nightgleam murmured amicably. "It can be hard to stay focused after being out all day."

"Stop coddling her. You're doing her no favors," Levi growled, tail flicking irritably. He was typically fine to sit by silently, but Coalpaw's repeated errors were starting to irk him. Here she was, careless, stomping around and knowing there would be prey back at camp for her even when she couldn't pull her own weight. Disgusting.

"I'm not coddling her," Nightgleam replied evenly, gaze narrowing. "Coalpaw made a mistake. She's young."

"Sootpaw and Ashpaw seem to have no such problems. She isn't applying herself."

"She made one mistake."

"One?" Levi sneered, disbelieving. "She's been distracted this entire patrol. She hasn't even caught a single piece of prey. Compared to her littermates, it's pathetic."

"That's enough, Levi." Nightgleam's voice had taken a frigid quality, her pelt bristling slightly. "Coalpaw is my apprentice and I'll decide what to do with her. You need to mind your own business."

The black she-cat had always seemed rather timid to Levi, but here she was, telling him what to do. His claws curled into the padded earth, digging groves into the soil. His frustration was quickly heating into fury.

Before he could respond, another cat sidled up beside him, resting her tail against Levi's shoulder. Patchback. Levi had almost forgotten she was there, silently observing the exchange.

"I think you've both made your point," Patchback remarked, tone neutral. "Why don't we split up our patrol into two teams. Nightgleam, you can take Coalpaw and coach her hunting without other warriors breathing down her neck." Levi scowled. "Levi and I will hunt elsewhere."

"Yes, that's a good idea." Nightgleam took a deep breath, sighing. "I'm sorry, Levi. I didn't mean to yell at you." Yell? She had hardly raised her voice. Patchback watched Levi carefully, and the tom almost felt as though he were being tested.

"Hm. In the future, I'll let you handle Coalpaw." The apprentice was shaking slightly, refusing to meet any cat's gaze. Nightgleam frowned, wordlessly leading her away.

As soon as they were truly alone, Patchback spoke: "You can't attack clanmates." Her gaze darkened. "At least, not here."

"I wasn't going to attack anyone." Levi took a step away from the other warrior, disliking her proximity.

"Even so, you need to learn to regulate your emotions. There was no point in chastising Coalpaw like that. What did you accomplish, except making an enemy out of Nightgleam?"

"I'd hardly consider her a worthwhile enemy." Still, Levi could see the sense in Patchback's words. Admittedly, he was grateful she had stepped in, preventing him from doing anything rash. That didn't mean he wanted to be beholden to her, though. "I'm going to see if I can track down that rabbit."

"I'll help," Patchback replied easily, breezing past Levi. It left him feeling strangely off-kilter, uncertain as to whether he wanted to rake his claws across her muzzle or chase after her.

Perhaps this is what friendship felt like.

***

“Cherrystar is dead.” Honeysong’s eyes were wide, troubled, as she spoke. Levi’s ears pricked. He had barely heard her approach.

“What?” Pepperswipe flinched, playful demeanor instantly vanishing. The she-cat had been telling an amusing story about a bluejay’s wrath only moments earlier. Flamefall and Patchback had been listening to her story with amused expressions, Levi stone-faced.

“The medicine cats don’t know what happened. Ravenshade just–just found her.”

“Ravenshade?” Levi glanced at Patchback as she spoke. Her expression held some secret knowledge, as if Ravenshade held all the cards yet she was able to see them all the same.

“Yeah,” Honeysong murmured.

“Wow. That’s horrible,” Pepperswipe mrrowed, tail wrapping around her paws as if to protect herself from such terrible news. Levi cocked his head.

“Does this mean Ravenshade is Ravenstar now?” he asked.

“No.” Flamefall gave a slight shake of his head. “He needs to travel to the Glowcave with a medicine cat. Then, Starclan will grant him his nine lives.” Levi started. Nine lives? Did clan cats really believe this nonsense? It made sense—Starclan was a necessary lie to keep a clan reliant on its leader, supposedly blessed by ancient spirits. Still, Cherrystar didn’t seem like the lying sort. Perhaps there had been more to her than Levi had realized.

“Dying nine times in a row. That sounds awful,” Patchback commented.

“Indeed,” Levi rumbled, detecting something pensive in Patchback’s mien, He would ask her about it later, away from fragile hearts.

Pepperswipe and Honeysong continued to discuss what would happen with Cherrystar’s sudden death in hushed whispers. Patchback and Levi listened, occasionally offering a comment. Flamefall remained unspeaking.

It was only later when Levi realized the truth of Flamefall’s silence: the ginger tom was afraid.

***

With a furious chitter, the gray squirrel scrambled up the oak, escaping with the grace of a creature born to climb.

Palepaw let out a frustrated huff, tail swishing in agitation. “Foxdung! How did it see me coming?”

“It didn’t see you; it heard you,” Levi replied. “Your pawsteps are too heavy. If you want to catch such agile prey, you must catch it unaware.”

“Can you show me?”

“Later.”

“Oh, right. We should probably find another–”

“No.”

“What?” Palepaw blinked, brows furrowing.

“You can still catch the squirrel.” Palepaw hesitated. “Go on. You can do it.” The apprentice’s gaze shone, determination washing over her.

“Okay! Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I can do this.” Levi smiled. He could see now, his mistake with Coalblaze. Ravenstar and Patchback had both helped him see—a gentle voice could burrow deeper than harsh words ever could.

Palepaw studied the oak at first, as if assessing where to begin her climb. After a few moments, she kicked off the ground with her hind legs, hooking her front claws into the tree’s bark. Then it was a steady ascent, Palepaw’s pelt puffed up with anxiety. Still, she climbed.

The squirrel began chittering loudly, slinking along one of the oak’s branches and sitting back on its haunches as if preparing to leap to a nearby tree. Palepaw didn’t hesitate, launching herself onto the branch and slamming a paw down on the squirrel’s spine, snapping it.

The branch began to bob up and down violently, the squirrel slipping from Palepaw’s grasp and landing a few fox-lengths away from Levi with a soft thud. Palepaw let out a startled shriek, clinging to her precarious branch.

Would she fall? Levi tilted his head, curious. It was miraculous that the branch hadn’t snapped yet, really. But Palepaw seemed deadset on her own survival, carefully making her way backward. In a few minutes she had managed to inch her way off the swaying branch, and then she gracelessly slid down the tree, bark scraping her belly.

She landed in an undignified heap, wincing, but her gaze lit up when she spotted her squirrel. “I did it!”

“You did,” Levi confirmed. Palepaw began to purr, triumphantly marching over to her catch and preparing to bury it so they could continue their hunt, but Levi held out a paw, blocking her.

“No. You should eat. You’ve earned it.”

“But–”

“We’ll catch plenty of other things on the way back.”

“If you’re sure. . .”

“I’m certain.” Levi watched as his apprentice began to tear into her catch, and a sense of grim satisfaction settled in his chest. He had never seen the appeal of kittens, but now he almost understood. They were so moldable, eyes wide for the barest scrap of approval. And here was Palepaw, risking her life because Levi had told her to.

Is that the way Sylvie had seen him? A foolish kit willing to give up his food to keep her ribcage from showing? No, Levi vowed. He would never be so weak again.

Never.

***

“I see you’ve been making a name for yourself.”

“Have I?” Levi batted at a stray pebble, sending it bouncing across the pond. The “star-pool,” Patchback had called it. There were no stars in it now, the night sky overcast with clouds.

“Palepaw has excelled in her training, and every patrol you’re on seems to do well. Cats respect you.” There was an empty space after her words, as if Patchback was waiting to say more.

“And?”

“And yet you have few friends.”

“It's not like you're social butterfly either.”

“No,” Patchback assented, gaze distant. “I used to be.”

“In Anterclan?”

“You know about that?” Patchback seemed to startle, her shoulders tensing. She had never told him, and Levi knew she was astute enough to guess that Levi had overheard cats talking about her. Either that, or Levi had directly asked someone about her past. He wondered what she would think of that.

“It isn’t a secret.”

“I guess.” Patchback frowned, exhaled, looked away. “But yes, I had many friends in Anterclan.”

“Why did you leave?” Perhaps it was too personal of a question, but Levi couldn’t help in asking it. Had she desired change, longing to escape old ghosts? Had she considered life as a loner, only to be drawn to living amongst others, just as Levi had?

“I didn’t ‘leave.’” Patchback grimaced. “I was exiled.”

“Oh?” Levi thought he had heard the word before, but he couldn’t quite place its meaning.

“My clanmates chased me out,” she clarified.

“Why?” Levi wrinkled his nose. What sort of mousebrains would cast out a warrior like Patchback?

“I’ve never told anyone the reason why,” Patchback admitted, claws scraping against the stones surrounding the star-pool.

“No one’s asked?” A note of incredulity slid into Levi’s voice.

“Oh, cats have asked. I’ve told a different story each time. The cats here are kind–”

“Naive.”

“--yes, naive. They’ve given me a second chance without even demanding to know how I squandered the first one.”

“And will you make up a new story for me?”

“No.” Patchback sighed, dandelion-yellow eyes meeting Levi’s. She had to peer up at him, and it was only then that Levi realized how short Patchback was. Her cunning and spirit could outsize a lion. “I murdered one of my own clanmates.”

Levi blinked. Patchback’s brows were furrowed, as if she were waiting for Levi to hiss and call her a monster. “Did they deserve it?”

“. . . she wronged me. Badly. I was blinded by my fury. If I had been more careful, I could have . . . covered up her death, or made it look like an accident. Even if the circumstances of her death were suspicious, I know my clanmates would have believed me. It’s not in a clan cat’s nature to doubt their clanmates.” Patchback laughed bitterly. “I see that now.”

Levi considered asking Patchback what she meant, but opted to wait, allowing her to continue speaking. “But no. My clanmates found me, Ivystone’s blood dripping from my claws. I didn’t bother trying to explain myself.”

“Do you resent your old clan?”

“Yes.” Patchback’s response was immediate, honest.

“Good. Don’t let forgiveness soften your heart.” Levi paused, considering his next words. “They were cowards for rejecting you.”

“You won’t reject me, then?”

An absurd question. “No.”

Patchback smiled. Her gaze wasn’t relieved. No, her expression leaned closer towards triumph, as if she’d bested a particularly troublesome foe. “I’m glad to hear that.”

***

“Showed him.” Patchback licked the blood off her muzzle, voice a soft growl.

“Indeed,” Levi hummed. He had been going on solo patrols with Patchback more and more recently. Some of their clanmates had made comments, but what could they do about it? Levi was deputy. He could do what he wanted.

“Violetstar has some nerve, sending her warriors across our borders,” Patchback sneered. The black and white-tailed tom they had caught trespassing had tried to plead his case, but Levi hadn’t bothered to hear him out. What did it matter why he was trespassing? He was still challenging Fallenclan’s borders, and that slight couldn’t go unpunished.

“Yes. I heard the old bat has started a war with Fallenclan before.”

“She lost then, and she’ll lose now. Shallowclan has grown stronger since then, but they’re still half the size of Fallenclan.”

“We should head back. I’m going to report this to Ravenstar.”

“Good. Maybe we’ll finally do something about Shallowclan.”

“We’ll see.”

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“It was probably an honest mistake,” Littleleaf implored. “Violetstar wouldn’t send her warriors across our borders, not when her clan is in no shape to challenge us directly.”

“It was a full-grown warrior, not an apprentice with kitten-fluff still tucked behind his ears,” Levi retorted, scoffing. He had wanted to speak with Ravenstar alone, but Ravenstar had allowed Littleleaf to stay.

“Warriors can make mistakes, too.” Littleleaf’s head was tilted directly at Levi as he spoke, as if he knew something the other tom didn’t.

“True,” Ravenstar hummed. “Littleleaf, why don’t we continue our discussion later? I would like to speak with Levi alone.” Levi held back an annoyed snort. Now Ravenstar wanted to consult with him? After Littleleaf had already been made privy to the deputy’s report?

“All right,” Littleleaf murmured, frowning. The tom left Ravenstar’s den without further complaint, pawsteps light as morning rain.

“Well?” Ravenstar turned his attention towards Levi.

“We should press our advantage. We have evidence of Shallowclan’s transgressions, and even if we didn’t, who is there to stop us?”

“Shallowclan is a nuisance, not a threat. If Violetstar is sending her warriors to hunt on our land, it means she’s truly desperate.” The tom inspected his claws. “But we have no use for their land, and chasing them off would invoke the other clans’ wrath.”

“We can tell the other clans the truth; Shallowclan has been challenging our borders and stealing our prey. We had to do something.”

“And if Littleleaf is correct, and the warrior had only made a simple-minded error?”

Levi narrowed his eyes. The first time he had seen Littleleaf, the tom’s pale pelt had reminded Levi so much of Sylvie that he been sent reeling. They were alike in many ways: small, frail, cowardly. Ravenstar was too strong to let a cat like Littleleaf drag him down, regardless of their relation. It was a lesson Levi had learned the hard way.

“You shouldn’t let Littleleaf influence your decisions. He isn’t capable of leadership. He doesn’t know what it takes. Your love for him will blind you.”

“And I suppose your feelings towards Patchback have zero influence on your choices.”

“That’s different. She’s a strong and capable warrior. Littleleaf is–”

“Littleleaf is what?” Ravenstar’s voice had taken on a dangerous quality, lowering several octaves. “Weak? Is that what you were going to say, Levi?”

Levi froze, sensing that he was suddenly treading dangerous waters. “No. I was going to say he’s too forgiving.”

“Sure.” Ravenstar smiled. “You’ve grown rather comfortable in your position as deputy. Comfortable enough that you seem to think you can tell me what to do.”

“No–”

“No? Then were you merely suggesting what I should or shouldn’t do?”

“No, Ravenstar,” Levi replied, body rigid. He refused to break eye contact, knowing Ravenstar would sense his weakness like fresh blood.

“Hmm. Know this, Levi: I was not asking for your input. When I question you, it is because I want you to give me the facts. I don’t care about how you feel, and if you continue to challenge me. . . “ Ravenstar chuckled. “Well, there’s plenty of other cats who could fill your position.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” Levi took a breath. He hadn’t gotten this far by cowering to others. Still, provoking Ravenstar further was a massive risk.

“Leave.” Ravenstar flicked his tail dismissively, easy demeanor returning in a heartbeat. “This conversation is over.”

“Of course.” Levi padded out of Ravenstar’s den the same way Littleleaf had—silent, cowed, yet contemplating. Littleleaf was a liability, whether Ravenstar chose to see it or not. He could ignore what was obvious if he wanted to, but eventually it would tear him apart.

From across the camp, Levi could make out Patchback’s form between Sleepydawn and Ashblink, chatting politely with the other warriors. Catching his gaze, she motioned for him to join the trio.

It didn’t matter if Ravenstar faltered. There were cats waiting to catch him. Patchback, Sleepydawn, Bearspring. . . all skilled warriors ready to support him when problems arose.

Or perhaps they could be prudent.

Perhaps they could remove the problems entirely, before they came to fruition.

Levi smiled. Those were worries for another day. For now, he would content himself with sitting and listening while Patchback regaled the other warriors of her battle against that trembling Shallowclan fool.

For now, he would wait.

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(i had a ton of fun with this one! levi is an interesting guy, and with these snippets i tried digging into his motives and desires. hopefully i did him - and patchback - justice! i'm tempted to write more with levi, since i had such a grand time writing this fic... either way, i have plans for a sunnytuft fic next !)

(beetle note: AUUUGHHHHH dragon i always adore your characterization.... this is so so incredible i love it <33 the IMPLICATIONS with the last bit about littleleaf.... oughgh)

#fallenfic #dragon anon

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rush-the-stars · 2 years

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having insane thoughts about kaeya again i actually want to ruin his life sorry sorry sorry i want to beat him up. i hate him. (no i don’t). i blacked out and finished writing this.

pairing: kaeya x f!reader

cw: toxic dynamic. unhealthy relationship. arguing. slapping (reader to kaeya), fighting, biting, blood, hair pulling, wrestling, smut. no prep, rough sex. no protection. kaeya is a bit of a masochist. public sex? quickie. poor diluc :// sorry diluc :// i promise ill make it up to you and write a fic where kaeya almost catches you fucking the reader </3

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kaeya ducks as the glass you threw at him sails over his head and shatters against the back wall.

diluc is going to kill him if you don't first.

he has to bite back the wild grin threatening to tear across his face as he pokes his head back up. you look furious, glare marring your pretty features, eyes aflame.

god, you look good.

"you son of a bitch–" you curse him and there's plenty of tables and chairs between the two of you so he feels relatively safe in his place across the room from you. because of the distance, you opt for another glass and lob it at him. again, he ducks, let's the glass shatter above his head and rain down in a flare of sparkling light that catches gold in the tavern.

"what the hell is going on up there?" he hears diluc call.

"i'm going to kill kaeya!" you holler back and this time, you clamber over the tables between you two to get to him.

he yelps in surprise, clambering up, but you lunge for him before he can get far. you both go tumbling backwards onto the wood floor, sparks of glass digging into his back and his arms as he wrestles with you. he gets out from under you briefly, until you knee him in the stomach.

a startled laugh barks out of him, a little broken, weak, as you tackle him again. get on top of him.

the slap that cracks across his cheek is enough to make him taste blood. you are a knight, after all, your hits pack heat.

a grin creeps across his face as he touches lightly at his lip, your hips coming down over his to sit on him, pin him down but–

you squeak in surprise now. face going furiously hot.

“are you seriously—?!” you hiss.

his hips flex a little and he presses up against the heat between your own legs.

“you’re sick!” you snarl, voice low and hot and kaeya can’t help the laugh he lets out again, dark and soft.

“c’mon,” he hums, “let’s rough house a little more.”

in one swift move, he shoves you off him and gets you under, flat on your back, legs hitched around his waist. you snap and twist and buck like a wild thing and he grits his teeth through his excited smile, wrestling with you.

it’s artless, it’s just bodies and brute force, shoving himself harder against you. deeper into you.

your struggles must be heard from below. you’re tucked away into a dark corner on the second level. diluc cannot see the two of you from this vantage point. still, he no doubt can hear.

“take your fighting out of my tavern!” diluc shouts.

“one second!” kaeya calls back, laughing again, when he manages to get one of your wrists pinned, “just need to show this little brat whose in charge.”

with renewed vigor, you thrash and turn. growling and grunting.

you kick now, flailing. and then your free hand swats at his face again, connects with another smack, but this time with a little less grace.

it gives you enough wiggle room, though, at least for a moment to get your bearings and turn him over onto his back again. his shoulder knocks into the leg of a table, which screeches and clatters on the wooden floor.

“bastard!” you curse at him, “stupid, lying—“

“i didn’t lie!” he protests, voice going high, amused and clearly enjoying this. especially as he presses his hips up again between your legs just to watch you tumble forward a bit and lose your balance.

your hand flattens against his chest to catch yourself and the angle opens you up to him more. he bites back a groan.

your face is hot, he can tell, hair a mess—wild thing that you are, your chest spills out of your top, onto his own chest. and you’re so warm, so soft on top of him, squirming with embarrassment and anger.

archons, you look good angry.

“fucking—dammit—kaeya—“ you bite out when he suddenly captures your waist in broad hands and drags your hips in a slow roll.

your fingers tighten in his shirt and he feels the faint bite of nails.

“kaeya!” diluc barks from below.

“hit me again,” he whispers.

“what?” you’re breathless.

“hit me again,” he says with a grin.

you hesitate, especially now that he’s got you distracted, that he’s got you in his lap like this. if you were in a private place, he’d already have you laid out, but there’s something thrilling about—

your hand cracks across his face again. this one stings so good that he does groan.

hopefully it sounds pained enough.

before he can even bring his head back from where it’d snapped to the side, you’re seizing his face with your hand and leaning down to kiss him.

this time he has to fight a dark, lewd groan. his eyes roll behind his shut lids, fluttering a little against your cheek.

to keep up the facade, kaeya reaches blindly for the legs of the table. when he finds it, he jostles it, rattles it to sound like there’s more commotion.

you’re grinding down hard onto him now, all on your own. good girl that you are, desperate thing that you are, he loves when you get like this.

you must taste his blood in your mouth when you suck on his bottom lip.

he pulls away, taking in your face, your eyes that are glazed with a simmering sort of lust.

he rolls you onto your back again and thank archons you don’t go easy. you don’t take anything lying down, he knows that, he thinks fondly.

you struggle with him again and in all your kicking, a chair topples over and clatters.

“whatever you two break up there, you’re paying for!” diluc hollers again.

but kaeya is too busy wrenching your pants down, panties coming all in one go and you gasp in shock, eyes going wide and terrified. it’s only enough to get you bare for him, caught around your thighs which are pressed tight and stuck together, so he throws both over one side of his hips.

“bill it to the knights of favonious!” kaeya calls back and there’s a wild edge to his voice, a glint in his eyes that only you can pull out of him.

he unbuckles his own pants just enough, frees himself, aching and so hard it hurts and hot. he grits his teeth when he fists himself, just to press the head up against your slick folds.

your nails bite into his chest.

“kaeya—“ you warn.

with his free hand he covers your mouth.

“bite my hand,” he whispers and before you can react at all, he pushes inside you with a rough flex of his hips and watches your face transform. your eyes nearly cross before they flutter shut, teeth sinking hard down into his palm.

the noise you make behind his palm is thankfully one that could be mistaken for pain. he grips your face hard. grips your waist so hard it’ll bruise. he pants, harsh, trying to get ahold of himself so he doesn’t rut into you like an animal.

although—

“shit—“ he curses, feeling your walls pathetically flutter around him, try to take him.

“i’d say i’m sorry, but i think you deserve this a little,” kaeya husks, leaning heavier into you as he snaps his hips against yours. he can feel how wet you are. how hot.

oh, he’s going to lose it, he knows—

“are you two done fighting?” diluc snaps, “are you going to clean up my tavern? customers will be here soon!”

kaeya reaches out blindly again to shove the table hard enough that it wobbles again, but this time, the glass that had been atop of it clatters uncertainly, before careening to the ground.

it shatters and you gasp in shock as the glass sparks against the two of you.

kaeya laughs wildly, fucking into you a little harder, rutting down, hardly leaving the hot clutch of your cunt.

“archons! are you two serious?!”

you pry his hand off your mouth finally and he realizes his palm is bloody with your teeth marks. your mouth is smeared with it.

“i fucking—“ you get out, —hate you.”

but your eyes are fluttering against your cheeks again and kaeya leans down to catch you in another brutal kiss, lodging himself deep inside you, hardly pulling out with deep, hard thrusts.

your hand tangles in his hair before sinking into a fist, curling hard to pull at the roots of his hair. he bites your lip, catching it between teeth until you yelp a little, until you pull harder.

your other hand claws at his shoulders, half-mauls him, even through his clothes.

“kaeya—“ your voice pitches a little. he knows that sound well.

“sshh,” he hushes, “ssh.” even as his hips don’t slow, breathing uneven, “are you close?”

he breathes it against your jaw, your throat that he then sinks his teeth into desperately.

you pull at his hair again, nodding dumbly, a whimper eeking out of your throat.

he can feel you—your walls tightening up, oh gods, his head is near spinning. heady. delirious with it. he’s lost to the feeling of it all, the quick burn of pain, the molten spark of pleasure. the risk of it all—

your body locks up, and you keen before kaeya’s hand comes up to cover your mouth again and muffle the sound.

he laughs again, quieter, breathless, in awe, as his hips grind desperately into your pulsing walls. sucking down on him. he’s not going to last, doesn’t think he should anyways because—

“i’m coming up there!” diluc warns, which means he must suspect something. kaeya’s heart pounds wildly.

he pushes deep inside you, shudders hard and this time, it’s your hand tightening across his mouth, other hand fisting his hair tight to hold him in place and keep his own moan, which in private would’ve been so desperate and lewd, down behind his teeth. behind your hand. the pressure in his gut snaps to release, expanding in a hot, shocking blaze throughout his body.

he comes hard, deep inside of you. he pants against your hand, only for a moment, before he hears footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

both your eyes widen and in a flurry of limbs and movement, you’re both shucking your pants back into the right place and trying to right yourselves. kaeya is still twitching and sensitive with aftershocks—wishes he could’ve stayed deep inside you, wishes—

“i swear, if you two are—“

in a stroke of genius, you launch yourself at him again, sending him careening back into the glass. he mindlessly struggles, just as diluc rounds the stairs and sees the two of you.

still fighting, panting, faces perhaps a little too flushed.

diluc seems almost relieved to see it really had been fighting.

but then he sees the state of his poor tavern; the glass scattered around the floor, the chairs that have toppled over, and the two of you. a mess.

kaeya shoves you off of him.

“we’ll clean it,” he promises smoothly, lifting his hands to show defeat, only for diluc’s eyes to narrow on the bloody ring of teeth marks on his palm.

he glances over at you, with a glare still marring your pretty face. and a large love bite now blooming on your throat.

diluc looks weary, tired. and then he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“kaeya, pull up your fly. and both of you, get out of my tavern.”

kaeya glances down at his offending pants, only to see that diluc is correct—his fly is still down.

your face is mortified.

but kaeya throws his head back and laughs, hard enough that you sock him in the shoulder, bad enough bruise. and enough that diluc snaps again;

“i said get out!”

he hauls you up now and knows when it’s time to make himself scarce, pushing you down the stairs, where the two of you stumble, and out the door.

the sun simmers bronze as it begins to sink into early evening. the two of you must look like disasters in its brilliant light.

he zips up his fly with a crooked, lovestruck smile.

you shove him hard, cursing at him, and stomping away.

“i can’t stand you! what is your problem?” you snap, just as he catches up to you and wrestles you under his arm. you fight him a little, but he secures his bicep around your neck, pulling you tighter to him.

“i could ask the same of you, brat. you’re the one who started this.”

you stop fighting so fitfully, going slack enough that you just lean into his side as you walk together. beneath his arm.

“my problem is you,” you grouse.

“uh huh,” he agrees, and then asks innocently, “not the mess i left ins—“

you elbow him hard enough in the stomach that he doubles over with it, wind knocked out of him. but he laughs again, even as you storm off—

and he laughs even harder when he picks his head up, light from the sun catching across his face, because he knows where you’re headed. he knows where you’ll be, where you’ll always go, no matter how mad and waspish you pretend to be, no matter how bad your bite or your bark.

and archons, he’d have it no other way but this.

because you’re headed to his place—just as you always are.

#kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya x you #kaeya alberich x y/n #kaeya x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #cielo writes!#drabbles!

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theangrykimchi · 8 months

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For the Thorki kiss number 33 please 🙏

I had such a hard time deciding which premise I wanted for this kiss it was insane lol I hope you will like some canon-adjacent thoughts 🥰

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“-the righteousness surging! Hey, do you want to have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism? God bless Amer–hmpf!”

Loki lets the Captain’s Glamour drop as he gets knocked back against a pillar, Thor's massive hand pressing against his mouth to shut him up. He thrashes a little at the sudden manhandling but it's mostly for show. Loki knows this. Thor also knows this, because as soon as Loki grabs his hand Thor retracts it.

“What?” snarls Loki, more irritated by the fact Thor gave up so easily than being handled in that way by him.

Thor takes away his hand resting on the side of Loki’s neck and along with it his warmth, and steps back, silent and somber like a stone statue. He isn't even looking at him and that stokes the fires of Loki's ire. He keeps quiet, though, when he notices the guards passing by them some feet down the hall, subconsciously moving closer to Thor. The last thing he'd want right now would be to be thrown back in his cell before getting to have some fun, so he waits until the guards have vanished down another corridor, before he speaks.

“You could at least furnish me with a weapon. My daggers–something.”

Thor finally looks at him, scowling—Loki doesn't care, elation fluttering in his gut—and pulls something metallic from inside his drab cape.

“At last,” Loki smiles widely, offering his hands for the weapon to be placed inside them, “a little common sens-...”

A pair of seidr-dampening handcuffs locks around his wrists and it's Loki's turn to scowl now, raising his hands between them, glaring at Thor.

“I thought you liked tricks.” Thor chuckles and is about to walk away when, in a motion quick as lightning, Loki throws his arms above and over his brother's head and pulls him close by the neck, bringing their mouths together in a forceful kiss that doesn't last more than a few seconds. Thor’s hand slaps against his lean chest in reflex, pushing him back against the wall again, growling. “Loki–”

“I do like tricks. Especially ones played at your expense.” Loki purrs and locks his hands firmly behind Thor's neck, tangling his fingers in long, blond strands of hair. Thor doesn't come easier when Loki pulls him close this time but their lips come together in another kiss that doesn't last longer than the last. The third, though, this one does last longer and the flutter in Loki's belly turns into a blizzard as Thor loses himself into the silky side, the familiar taste for a few moments more.

When he speaks, his voice has lowered, got raspier, sending sparks down Loki's spine to his toes for hearing it like that again after all this time, filled with want. “There's no time for your games, brother.”

A long leg wraps around Thor's hip, keeping him firmly pressed against Loki, their manhoods rubbing together through layers of clothing.

“This is where you are mistaken, dear Thor, there's always time for a little fun to be had.”

Those massive hands finally return to Loki's body, one pressing bruises above his hipbone and the other cradling his neck. So fiercely. So tenderly.

“This doesn't change anything, I'm still angry at you,” Thor whispers before Loki seals their mouths together in a biting, unforgiving kiss that leaves them seeking more and more when it's over.

They don't pull apart until a commotion from down the hall compels them to do so, Loki already thinking of how he's going to tease his brother into ravishing his mouth again at the first possible moment when a hard slap makes his head turn. With his lips still tingling and bruised from their kisses, it takes every little ounce of self-control in him not to start laughing at Thor's new amore’s face.

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#thorki #thunderfrost #thor/loki #my stuff #writing #tdw thorki #tdw scene rewrite #unbeta'd #kiss prompts #ficlets #my fic #will post on ao3 at some point #kimchi.writes #loveisakiss

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batwritings · 2 years

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Hi! Hybrid here, sorry if I’m flooding you with requests jcgkdgdfjsfj literally can’t get over the Foolish x enderdragon goddess reader and Foolish rut/heat hcs from the cat request, what about a oneshot where the enderdragon reader and Foolish’s heat/rut cycles sink up? Gn afab reader btw. Thanks!

Not at all friend, I'm always glad to have requests (and I very much appreciate your patience as life is being a MAJOR dick at the moment lol)! This would be so interesting irl though, ngl >:3 Enjoy!~

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When your mating cycle hit, the whole of The End felt it. All of your people would conjure to your perch to attempt to soothe your ache to be bred. A chorus of vwoops and various other noises would surround you, barely noticeable in your haze. Yet none of them could ever seem to satiate your need, not like Foolish could.

You would be lying if you said you weren't trying to get your cycles to sync with each other. Hanging around him more often than staying in your realm. And thankfully, Foolish was none the wiser, always just happy to see and be around you.

So when your cycle reared it's ugly head, you weren't surprised by the myriad of defensive noises that woke you. You called out for your mate, distracting your people long enough for Foolish to slip into your quarters. Your tail thrashed in desperation, your soft silken bed sheets getting tossed aside.

The shark hybrid was practically pouncing on you, tearing at your nightshirt to scent you. Sharp teeth pricked along your skin, leaving bright purple marks in their wake. "Mine..." came his low growl against your black scales. You whimpered in response, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to get some sort of friction, anything to attempt to cool your heated body.

For as dense as he could be, Foolish was exceedingly perceptive when it came to your body and it's needs. Although clumsy, he manages to line one of his throbbing members up with your aching folds. Emerald eyes look to you for confirmation, the haze hadn't claimed him fully just yet.

"Please Foolish," you whined, your hips rolling as you try to get relief in desperation. "I need you. Please baby, breed me...!" Your totem hybrid needed no further instruction.

With a single sharp thrust, Foolish stuffed you full, both of you sighing in relief. You could feel the arousal practically radiating off your mate. You knew this felt just as good to him as it did to you.

Growls and groans fell from your mate's throat as he fucked into you relentlessly. You can feel his restraint as his clawed hands shake where they hold your hips. You knew Foolish would be a bit of a dangerous lover, especially around this time. But you weren't scared, you weren't worried. If anything, you were eager.

It doesn't take long for his thrusts to become erratic, uncoordinated. You too, can feel your high approaching, each pump from Foolish's member brushing against your sweet spot. Amongst the soft noises of your hips meeting, the sound of your wet heat being stuffed you give him one command.

"Breed me, mate."

A loud groan of your name tells the shark hybrid's undoing as he spills into you. That lovely warm, full feeling sends you over the edge just as quickly, clinging to him as if your life depended on it. Sharp teeth bite down on the crook of your neck, marking you as his like he had so many nights ago.

The two of you bask in the afterglow, hips twitching as you both try to give the other room to breathe before going again. You can't help but chuckle, making bright emerald eyes color over with confusion. "It's been too long since I've had a proper mate for my cycle," you tell him, kissing the bridge of his nose softly. "The Endermen can only do so much. Thank you for coming."

Foolish chuckles softly, a soft green tinting his cheeks. "Yeah, well," he looks at the dark creatures through his peripheral, careful not to make eye contact.

"Could you tell them to let me in next time?"

#bat writes #anon reqs #hybrid anon #foolish smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut

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casspurrjoybell-32 · 7 months

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Burn For Me - Chapter 21b

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

"Well... Someone's serious," he mocked Teagan.

I heard the growl as Teagan rushed past me taking his flames with him and collided with the man.

They squared off hitting jab for jab.

I was surprised that Teagan didn't just burn him when they touched.

The man seemed to be just as skilled as my mate as they fought, it looked to be an even match.

A sudden blast of cold rushed against my back and I took my attention off Teagan for a moment to see Constance going against the last three armed hunters.

"What are you doing, help," she demanded and I ran to her side.

I punched the Hunter under the ribs faster than he could block and I'm certain I heard some ribs braking along with the force I sent him backwards into a tree.

He slid down the tree in a slump and I turned to dispatch another only to find them frozen solid with both guns drawn.

I glanced at Constance to see her wide eyed and breathing hard.

She looked over at me with a helpless look.

I instantly understood... this was her first kill.

I gave her a sad expression.

"It's either them or us. You have to keep that in mind, Constance," I tried to make her feel better.

"I know," was all she said, closing her eyes.

"I taught you everything you know boy, what makes you thing you can beat me?" I overheard the man say and I snapped my head over to see Teagan being over powered.

I stared in disbelief as the man had my mates neck in his hand.

Teagan thrashed and clawed but it was no use he was losing.

Why didn't he burn him.

Both Constance and I hurried to help him.

The moment we were close enough Constance held her hand out to use her elemental powers but nothing happened.

I didn't dwell on her problem I charged to get my mate free only to have the man snatch my neck up as well and hold me in the air along with Teagan.

"Oh look pet... your mate has come to help you," he said calmly, tilting his head towards me.

"How about I just save us all the trouble and snap his wittle neck."

Those cold eyes stared at me with a deadly assurance and I felt his fingers tighten enough that I saw black spots.

It was the first time I had ever seen Teagan look scared.

"No," he chocked out which caused the man to laugh.

I heard a scream as Constance charged the man but it was futile to attack someone like him.

All he did was lift his leg quickly and kick her in the stomach with enough force to make her fly in a tree, hard.

I heard her cry out but she didn't get up when she landed face down in the dirt.

"Oh pet. Are you going to beg me to save this mutt's life?" he snickered cruelly.

"I taught you better than that didn't I? We eradicate vermin not save them to breed more."

"Please?" he whispered softly, his head down in defeat.

"Teagan. No," I wheezed out the best I could, as the spots got bigger and a darkness was growing around the edges of my eyes.

I couldn't have this man get what he wants and have my mate begging for my life.

"This won't do pet," the man was no longer laughing as he glared at Teagan.

"You need a review on your lessons don't you?" Teagan's head snapped up at these words bet then he looked at me again with soft eyes he only spared for me.

"I'll do anything, just let them go," he told the man, through clenched teeth.

The man then smirked at him.

"Whatever you say."

I was slowly put down on my feet.

I gasped for air the minute his hand left my neck.

I was woozy and trying to regain my balance when I saw him lift the hand he had my neck in to his mouth and bite the tip of his gloved finger, sliding his hand out of them.

He took the glove out of his mouth and stuffed it in his pocket.

'What the hell was he doing?' I wondered in a daze.

'I need to save my mate,' was all I could think of, my wolf was pushing at me and I gave in and let him have control.

I was mid-shift when I felt a cold hand on my chest and pain like I never felt before rushed through my body.

I though my heart was going to explode and my blood combust in my veins.

"Ahh," I screamed as my body rejected the torment it was being put through.

My wolf yelped and cried in agony pulling back, away from the pain.

I would have crumbled to the floor but it was like my bones were locked in place, forcing me to endure.

"No. Stop," I heard but I was already too far gone to notice who it was or care.

I wanted it to stop.

My mind began to fill with despair and hopelessness.

I had a strong thought that my soul was being taken chunk by agonizing chunk as if a monster was tearing it away and gulping it down.

"More. Oh God. More," voices said, in the background, as I screamed for it all to end.

Soon I could no longer cry out as my body seized up, my voice was raw, my wolf was silent now no longer shaking in pain, he was too drained to even move.

Depression and misery was all I could feel.

A dark world that would never go away and both my wolf and I were falling into it, this black hole of suffering.

"Enough," and it stopped but it was too late as I fell into the hole consumed by nothing but darkness.

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Intruders.

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Another long one. This one doesn't have so much of the worried reaction, cause I wrote it to fit the Mafia! Jungkook character. It's still fun though ^-^ Thanks again for the request. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Taehyung

Summary: When a loose end breaks into Jungkooks house with guns drawn, you get a first-hand lesson that maybe Jungkook isn't as invulnerable as you had thought.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic violence, gun usage, blood, murder.

Jungkook

Mafia! Jungkook

Fighting to get free, you're kicking your legs. Squirming. Squealing as you shove your hands against Jungkook's chest, pushing him back as hard as you can. Tears starting to fill your eye line.

"Stop, stop, stop," you shout, with no effect. Struggling harder.

"Admit it!" He yells back, a smile on his face.

"Never," You scream. Not able to hold it back anymore. Your screech morphs into forceful laughter as Jungkook continues to tickle you. Your cheeks aching from how widely you're smiling. Your sides hurting as you keep thrashing for release.

"Admit I could beat up the Hulk, and I'll let you go." He insists again, pressing you down with a massive grin.

"Okay, okay!" You squeal, finally conceding. Groaning in relief, when his fingers stop tickling your stomach. Your limbs dropping down to rest. "You could totally kick the Hulk's ass." You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I could!" He bursts into laughter also. Easing back with a sigh now that he no longer has to hold you still. Neither of you phased by the movie that started the debate still blaring in the background.

Roughly you punch your fist into his chest, intentionally knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage while he is caught off guard to push him flat onto the carpet beside you. Straddling his lap, you lean over him pinning his arms to the floor before he has a chance to argue. Not that you think he would. The fun-filled smile doesn't leave his face for a moment. Completely amused by you, while you try your best to put on an intimidating act. Trying to stop yourself from smiling again.

"Jeon Jungkook. You cheated." You playfully scold, "And if you can't have a grown-up discussion, then you can't do other grown-up things either." You accentuate your point by grinding down. Feeling his hips push up as you tease him. Lifting up right away, shaking your head as you remove the contact. "Nah uh. Cheaters don't get that." You smirk.

"Don't be mean just cause I won." He runs his tongue inside his cheek. His gaze showing desire and a want for you to continue. But you're not done toying with him.

"You didn't win." You poke your tongue out, rocking your hips a single time more, "Confessions under duress are not admissible anyway."

"No, but it's good leverage to have." He answers a little too honestly and without thinking. Not entirely talking about your play fight anymore.

Chuckling awkwardly, you shake off the train of thought that wants to evaluate what he just said. Not wanting to let your mind remember that part of him right now. Trying instead, to return to your spirited banter. But he gets in before you.

"Nope," He easily breaks out and overpowers your hold wrapping his arm around your waist, carrying you as he stands up. "you admitted I'm stronger than the Hulk, and I'm never gonna let that go." Bending down, he throws you over his shoulder, slapping your ass to tease you back.

His shoulder digging into your gut stops you from taking a full breath or making a snippy comeback. So you slap his ass in retaliation instead.

"Come on Kitten, you have to give me a prize for winning." He purs suggestively, carrying you out of the living room into the foyer.

He's going to take you upstairs, but you don't make it to them before both of your heads snap towards the entrance. A flurry of gunshots exploding just beyond the front door. The commotion silencing as quickly as it started.

Jungkook slings you off his shoulder. Becoming another person in an instant. Purely focused. Opening the coat closet, he pulls a Glock from his jacket.

"Get upstairs, now." He barks.

You don't have to be asked twice, running to the stairs. Gasping as the garage door next to the steps opens, two hooded men storming in with guns drawn. Jungkook reacts quickly, firing past you. Shooting one of them, missing the second who ducks instead of firing back.

At the same time, blowing open to the left of you, the front door is kicked in. Swinging wide, four more masked men rush the house. Firing rapidly and wildly. Scarcely missing Jungkook who is moving preemptively and is 3 steps ahead. Running forward he shoots the second man in front of you. Grabbing your arm, dragging you over their dead bodies into the garage with him.

Shutting you in just as bullets explode through the wood door at your back.

Jungkook forces you to keep up, throwing you behind the car. The automatic shots continuing to decimate. The four-wheel-drive being the only thing that keeps either of you from getting shot.

Panting and on the verge of tears, you're crouched beside Jungkook. Watching him, waiting to react to anything he says. Knowing he is all that stands between you and death. But also knowing that with him in this mindset he could do just as much damage to you as one of those other men might.

The gunfire stops. Distorted voices shouting behind the door's remains. Jungkook cautiously raises up, leaning over the hood. He lines up a shot as the door opens warily, taking down another of them. Slouching behind the car as a new wave of bullets comes in response.

In front of you, the shelves covered in storage boxes and the workbench full of tools is ripped to shreds. Things erupting in every direction. Covering you in debris.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he shoves it in your lap.

"Call the first number!"

Your brain is stalling, your hands are shaking, but you follow the order as best as you can. The way your fingers are vibrating making it so much harder.

"What's up Boss?" You can hear the faint sound of his first lieutenant, as the firing ceasing again. Jungkook snatches the phone, speaking lowly and calmly.

"My house is breached and we're under fire. At least 3 guys. Semi-autos. We're held up in the garage and I've got maybe 15 rounds left." He passes the information over precisely. Remaining organized and in control.

"We're 10 out," the first confirms back, yelling orders to people on his end of the phone.

Your head jolts towards the garage door as it heavily clunks, starting to lift along the tracks. Exposing you on two sides.

"Fuck," Jungkook exclaims. "We don't have 10 minutes."

He stands, staying low. Opening the car door, tossing the phone in, followed by you. Your limbs hitting everything as you try to keep up with his pace. Making it onto the seat in an awkward heap.

"Stay down," he growls, slamming it, sealing you in. You're ahead of him this time, already kneeling under the steering wheel. Pressing your chest and head into the seat as flat as possible.

Inside the car, you can only hear the sounds of blasts for a few moments. Heavy things being thrown in every direction amid tense silences.

Outside the car, Jungkook fires off 3 shots, aiming for the legs he sees as the garage opens. The angle is wrong, and he doesn't hit them. Having to retreat back. Throwing the workbench down, using it as a meagre form of barricade. Blocking himself into the corner, hunched behind it. It's barely wide enough to protect him at the front and on the side. The height of the desk only just covering his head. He aims over the bench, hoping to keep the front two from coming in with suppression fire.

However, his attempt is unsuccessful. As he raises up, a bullet wings his right arm. Involuntarily dropping his gun, he shouts in pain. The Glock falling on the wrong side of the table.

It only takes him a second to compose himself, lunging over to pick up the weapon. But it's a second too late.

One of the men charges from inside the house. Booting the table into Jungkook, throwing him off balance. Holding him at gunpoint as he hits the floor.

Briefly, you see the other two men through the window as they pass the car. You're too terrified to move. Your hand cupped over your mouth, muffling the panicked breathes and whimpers that you can't hold in.

Working as a unit, one of the men clears the table out of the way, another picks up Jungkook's gun, while the third ushers him out of the corner and onto his feet, keeping the sights tightly fixed on him.

Getting in his face, the lead man removes his balaclava. Seething hate filling his expression. "You remember me?"

While he isn't going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, Jungkook is certainly perturbed by the reveal.

It was nearly 5 months ago that he had ordered this man and his family killed. It drew far too much attention when he refused a deal Jungkook made him. So an example has to be set. The man's wife, two children and his visiting brother were murdered in the gruesome display. And Jungkook was told that the man standing in front of him now was also killed. But it seems the men charged with the hit got complacent. They didn't confirm the kill.

Mentally, Jungkook was already recalling the four men on task. If he made it out of this they were going to suffer greatly for their mistake.

Seeming infuriated by Jungkook's lack of fear and stoic glowering, the unmasked man slams his fist into the Mafia King's face. Shouting as he does.

Methodically, the three intruders begin to tear Jungkook apart. He put's up a fight as best as he can, but the men are trained and three against one isn't fair odds in this situation. Knocking him between them, they strike with their knees, fists, feet, hurting him in any way they can manage. Beating him into the ground. Pulling him back onto his knees whenever he drops back or falls forward.

Biting your palm you're trying to stop yourself from crying out as you sob into your hand. You can hear the hits. The thumps from him being tossed around. His groans of pain. The slough of abuse they spit at him while they work him over. Cursing him. Mocking him.

Suddenly, the car door jerks open. One of the masked men dragging you out by your hair. Making you produce an ear-shattering scream. One he silences with a fist to the face. Your body collapsing, slapping into the concrete.

Groaning in pain, your sobs can no longer be restrained. Loudly bawling, tear stream your face, hardly able to breathe as you panic.

Your heart aching as you see Jungkook across from you. Hunched over on his knees, he's gushing blood. It's running down his face. Matting his hair to his forehead with the sheer volume of it. He's splitting it up, his mouth dripping with it. His shirt soaked in it. Flowing down his arm from the bullet wound also.

You'd never have thought you would see your Boyfriend in such a state. You've witnessed first-hand the power he has when he's the one responsible for this kind of damage. In your mind, you saw him as invincible. Unbeatable. A cruel monster driven by hubris that could never be stopped.

The times you'd seen him beat people like this, the times he hit you like this, you had privately desired for him to suffer the same fate one day. For karma to return everything he had dished out.

But now that he was, now that he was the one being treated without mercy, even with it being justified, you can't feel anything but fear and sadness. Regretting ever having wished this upon him.

"Jungkook," you gently call.

He's disoriented. Too many headshots having made him dizzy and unfocused. But your soft voice cuts through all of that. Looking up from the ground to you, his eyes go wide seeing you in harm's way again.

"Y/-" he starts to get up, only to be interrupted and held down. The unmasked man's hand coming down on his shoulder. The barrel of Jungkook's own gun being aimed at his chest as the man hovers over him.

"You know, your guys didn't kill my wife right away." He digs the gun tip into the bullet wound on his arm. Twisting and stabbing into the raw flesh making him grit his teeth to bear the pain. "They shot her where he knew it wouldn't kill her. Then they let her bleed out. While I could only watch. While my kids watched." The pure rage in the man's voice is finally softened. Instead, sounding horribly grieved and agonized over the memory. "Someone like you, you're probably not capable of love," he spits, pushing off Jungkook to stand straight. "But whether you love her or not, I still want you to watch her die."

The words register, but you can't absorb them. You can't react.

"Wait. Wait!" Jungkook yells after him.

Your body is throbbing in terror. Watching him advance on you. Watching him raise the gun at you.

The shot hits you in the stomach.

"No!" Jungkook howls. The two men punting him back down as he climbs to his feet. Extending the barrage of hits to impress upon him that he shouldn't try to get up again.

In shock, you delicately dab at the hole in your side. Blood pulsing out of you. The pain is more than you could have imagined. You can't pull in a full breath. Short gasps are all you can manage. Doubling over onto your hands and knees, you weakly shriek unable to deliver a solid scream.

They drag you by your arm, hurling you at Jungkook, your torso landing in his lap. He clings to you, drawing you in tight. His face twisted in anger.

"Y/n." He growls. "Don't you dare-" he can't bring himself to finish that thought.

"Don't worry darling. It won't take long." The leader says above you, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "You though," he redirects, snarling at Jungkook. "you're gonna die slow."

Not able to breathe and the blood loss is making your head light. The room feels like it's spinning. Your eyes rolling back as they close. The reprieve of rest calling you into unconsciousness. And you can't resist.

With his hand held to your heart and his chest tight, Jungkook feels for a beat. The irregular rhythm assuring him you're still alive at least.

"I hope you really did love her. Like how I loved my girl and my boy. My wife. I hope you can feel that type of pain."

Jungkook is shaking. Unfiltered loathing ravaging his thoughts. A murderous expression concealing his heartache as he feels your pulse gradually start to slow.

Moving begrudgingly like it's his duty, the leader pulls one of the few remaining tools from its place on the wall. Wringing the handle of a large Philips Head screwdriver.

Working together, the three of them rip your unconscious body apart from Jungkook. His efforts to keep you close having little impact. Numerous injuries having sapped his strength.

Stretching him out, holding him down, they pin him with their weight. One of them securing his legs. Another holding his arm and torso, the majority of his heft used to force Jungkook's face into the cement. The leader kneeling all of his weight on his left arm to keep it flat.

As the tip of the screwdriver is pressed into his palm, Jungkook grapples to keep his hand closed to no avail. The shank piercing the meat of his palm. Screaming as the length is stabbed in and yanked out. Hissing through his teeth while the sharp point trails up. Reaching about halfway up his forearm it digs into the muscle. The blade slowly forcing its way into the skin, causing him to roar again.

All at once, a shot rings out. One of the intruders taking a bullet in the back. An assault of gunfire spreading across the height of the garage, sending the other two into a panic. Scrambling for their guns. Releasing Jungkook in the frenzy, who cradles his wounded hand for a moment before jumping on the attack. Finally having sufficient reinforcement to fight back.

Picking up the screwdriver with his good hand, he lunges at the surviving masked man. Dragging him off balance. Straddling his side. Stabbing down and around to drive the tool into his chest over and over. Burying the metal in the man's throat as a final strike. His damaged hand slamming down on the top of the screwdriver, forcing it through the other side of the man's neck.

Some of Jungkook's rage having been vented, he falls away panting watching the man, satisfied as he quickly bleeds to death.

The leader of the assailants, the source of all of this woe, is completely unmatched by the dozen men who suddenly surround him. They don't grant him the opportunity to even raise his weapon, shooting him in the shoulder, knocking him down. Incapacitating him and restraining him swiftly as he tries desperately to get loose.

There are a few seconds when the dust settles, where everything is quiet again. Only the sounds of wheezed breathing and footsteps taking any space.

Apart from the few men busy with securing the house and the area, all of them are at attention looking to assist their battered leader. Wanting to help. Waiting on an order.

"Her," he signals in your direction. "Get her to a hospital."

"You too, Boss." His second lieutenant leans down, helping Jungkook stand. Getting him to solid footing.

"I'm not dying in the next 20 minutes. Let's wrap this shit up first." He dismisses the gesture. Shirking off the pain at risk of appearing weak.

"And this one?" His first aims a gun at the intruders head.

"Patch him up. He's gonna die slowly," Jungkook's voice deepens as he repeats the man's own threat back at him.

His eyes following as he gets picked up and thrown into the trunk of one of the cars. The Mafia leader in him already, concocting ruthless plans in specific detail over all the ways he is going to torture him. And how he's going to silence any doubts about his strength that this attack may have caused.

Carried in another man's arms, you're taken to the back seat of a car. The movement string you awake. The pain keeping you immobilized and dazed.

Jungkook limping slightly follows after you. He presses his hand to your chest again, relieved as he feels your heart still beating, as he sees your eyes fluttering.

Your head laying on the seat, he leans over resting his forehead upside down on yours. "I'm so sorry baby." He whispers. His hands bunch tightly around your arms, pulling at your skin. The war of both sides of him crashing together. His eyes going cold, his breath becoming ragged.

Struggling to remain conscious, your eyes close again. Jungkook's bloody hand slapping down on your face, shocking your eyes back open. Tears instantly returning to your cheeks.

"Don't you dare die!" He hisses. His hand curls around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "I'm not going to let other people think they can come at me. Take my things. Try to hurt me." He growls, speaking just loud enough for only you and him. "So you're gonna keep living Y/n. Cause until I give you permission, you don't have the right to die."

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Still with you | L. Dh

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warning(s): Sexual themes insinuated, Oral (fem receiving) mentions of multiple orgasms, softdom!Haechan, Reader slips into subspace, soft aftercare, could be potentially cringe since I've never written anything related to subspace before yikes

type; drabble: 1.14k

To explain your state of mind with a single word, the spotlight would lead to 'bliss'.

Though, the sole meaning of the word too falls short when you are to talk about your emotions as Donghyuck skillfully works his mouth at your core.

One can only explain your expression as that of a person who'd reached cloud nine when he pins you down with a gentle arm thrown over your waist.

"Hyuck, oh god.." you whine out as you feel yet another high growing at the pit of your stomach.

You writhe around when Haechan finally does you a favour and slides his tongue into your wetness with much ease while simultaneously adding pressure onto your clit with his free hands.

The sight unfolding between yours legs is truly sinful that Asmodeus and Eros themselves would've grown a problem to deal with where the sun doesn't shine.

Donghyuck lets out a throaty growl while observing you from the valley of your chest, his hips slowly grinding onto the mattress which makes him think that he could just attain his orgasm while listening to you chirping in pleasure, the pleasure he's providing you.

He's the one making you feel this good.

"Donghyu-.. Donghyuck I'm so cl-!" He replaces his tongue with two beautifully slender digits as the work with much experience simultaneously along with the pleasurable figure eights he's drawing onto your clit.

"Fuck baby, you're going to cum again? Am i making you feel that good?" He let's the question linger in the air, not really expecting an answer.

You thrash around as your high hits you the moment you hear his airy voice, his fingers working hard to prolong your orgasm, your mouth open ajar, eyes screwed shut.

You're ethereal.

Donghyuck slows down the pace a little in order to allow some room for you to catch up on air before diving in again, quickly replacing his figures with his mouth, lapping up your essence.

You don't really know how long your boyfriend has been going at it. You even lost count of the times you came. But this was nothing you couldn't handle, Haechan knew that all too well.

"you're so fucking beautiful, do you know that?" he mumbles against your clitoris, replacing the thumb with his tongue before sliding two digits in once again. You sob at the sensitivity.

"i could keep going, baby. How do you keep getting sweeter after every single high."

"Hyuck..! " you whine at his words, jolting each time the tips of his finger brushes against your sweet spot, further encouraging another wave of pleasure to hit you all the more powerful.

The next time you try opening your eyes, all you see is patches of darkness. You feel your hips lift off the bed, possibly entailing that you've reached your high, yet, you feel nothing other than peachy.

You blink slowly to clear up your vision, curling up in order to clutch your stomach. Yet, you feel no more aching between your legs from the overstimulation.

It's only after the darkness subsides and you regain your senses do you realize that Donghyuck had been calling your name while patiently caressing your hair, removing the few rebellious strands stuck to your forehead.

"You with me, doll?" he inquires softly. You let out a sound of acknowledgment, letting him know that you're back, not trusting your voice with a full fledged sentence as it could come off as hoarse and cracked from the previous whining and crying.

"Stay with me for a little longer okay? I'll clean us up real quick and then we can cuddle to sleep, hm?" Donghyuck presses a kiss onto your forehead, not caring about the sweat droplets that adorned the skin there before peeling himself off of you, walking into the bathroom.

Donghyuck returns back in no more than 5 minutes, now wearing a new pair of sweatpants and walks towards the closet to pull out one of his t-shirts.

He walks over with a wet cloth, and wipes your forehead first, moving onto the neck and arms while slowly making his way south, "Still with me?" he asks, pressing another peck at your torso while cleaning up your inner thigh, making a sound of apology when he senses you jolt as the cloth accidentally brushes against your core, "Mhm, yeah"

He gently pulls his shirt over your head and walks over to his side of the bed to turn the aircon on, making sure the wings face you to cool down your burning skin, "I'll bring you water, do you want something to eat before we sleep?" Donghyuck questions,

"Just water would do, oh and! Come back quick please" you speak in a cutesy tone as you watch him turn his back and head towards the door and outside. You hear him let out giggles at your antics, "Of course, darling." he shoots you a wink while semi jogging towards the kitchen.

Just as you'd asked him, he returned back as quickly as possible with a glass filled with water and a protein bar ( the one covered in chocolate because you have divine taste buds).

You accept the water, not really wanting to have anything solid at the moment no matter how tempting a mere chocolate covered protein bar looked, "You need something in that little belly of yours, doll. It isn't anything heavy so eat up"

You shake your head, setting the half empty glass onto your bedside table. Donghyuck 'tsks', opening the wrapper halfway through and shoves it towards you, "I'll be the small spoon tonight if you eat this,"

You blink away the tiredness that keeps weighing down your eyelids at the proposal of your boyfriend being the small spoon as you blindly reach out to grab the bar, much to your disdain.

"You're still with me, right..?" Donghyuck questions as he watches you lazily chew onto the bar, barely getting the first bite down your throat, your eyes drooping lower with each passing second.

"Yea..?" He lets out a sigh, grabbing the bar out of your hands, while helping you chug the content with the remaining water. He cleans up the place and helps you lean back down the bed, onto the fluffy cushions, getting in immediately after.

You curl in onto his side the moment he turns the lights off as you draw random figures onto his bare chest while waiting for slumber to completely consume you. Haechan leans down to peck a longing kiss onto your now tidy hair, hearing your breathing grow softer, the actions onto his figure growing slower,

"I doubt you're with me-" he chuckles, "You did really well today, doll. Sweet slumber, my love" you hear him just before you fall unconscious,

"Hmm I'm still with you.." you whisper out before letting the darkness engulf you and lead you into the dreamland.

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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Hi! I'm the anon that asked for any requests you are comfortable or not with, first of all, thanks for answer my question! And second, would you be so kind to write about a male villain confessing his feelings to a female hero with some sexual tension in the middle and then if you want that the thing ends up in something nsfw, please?^^

Request #24

Warning: nsfw.

Man, this one came out long, but I'm hella happy with it! Also, having the characters have different genders really made the writing easier, so I'm probably gonna be doing that more often, lmao.

Enjoy, dear anon!

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"Ugh! Why are you like this?!" - Hero exclaimed, frustrated as she threw another punch in the villain's direction. He dodged it with ease and caught her wrist, swiftly bringing her closer and landing a hit on her face.

Disoriented, the hero couldn't do anything as Villain pinned her against the wall, her arms held above her head. They were both panting, gasping for air from the exhausting fight that had led them to this point. She tugged at her wrists, trying to break free, but his grip was unyielding.

"Why am I like what?" - the villain asked, making Hero's blood boil even more.

"Don't play dumb!" - she growled out, snarling angrily. "You've been doing this shit for weeks now!"

Before Villain could question her more, the hero lunged her head forward and bit him on the face, catching him off guard. His grip loosened, and his nemesis was quick to take advantage of it. She freed her arms, grasped onto him, and threw them both to the ground.

They thrashed around, rolling all over the dusty floor of the abandoned warehouse they were in until eventually, Hero found herself on top of her enemy, straddling his hips, pinning down his wrists on either side of his head.

Now, even more tired, they glared at each other. The woman decided to voice her frustrations further. "Every. Fucking. Day." - she started.

"Every fucking day, you've been doing whatever you can to waste my time and force me out into the field."

The villain grit his teeth. "I'm not doing this to waste your time."

"Oh, yeah? Then why-" - the hero was never able to finish talking as Villain jutted his hips and threw her off balance. He rolled them both over, swapping their places so that he was on top.

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE YOU!" - the villain exclaimed without thinking, too frustrated to think twice before speaking.

She gaped at him, trying to understand his words. "You-? W-What?"

He faltered, regret starting to eat away at him. He should not have said that. He should not have said-

They switched places again. Hero was on top of Villain, and- ah, shit- he hadn't realized just how close she was- how- how intimate this felt...

A blush threatened to take over his face, but he fought against it, successfully keeping it at bay. Or at least, he was successful until the hero decided to hover her face right in front of his own.

Suspicious, she questioned, "What do you mean you 'wanted to see me?'"

"I- I uh..." - what the hell was happening?! Since when did he stutter?! He couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, and he refused to tell the truth. So, he just shut his mouth.

She waited a few more seconds, hoping he would answer. But silence and shifty eyes were all that she got.

"Villain, c'mon! What is up with you recently?" - Hero tried again, but the villain still refused to talk. He wasn't even looking at her anymore.

Annoyed, she held down his wrists with one hand while the other grabbed his chin, tilting his head and catching his attention. Their eyes locked, and she swore his pupils were more dilated than usual.

"You've just been acting so weird lately! And, I- I just-" - she stopped, furrowing her eyebrows as she got lost in thought. Was... Was Villain blushing? This was all so- so unlike him!

His pupils are wide, he doesn't want to look at her, and he said he was doing all of this because he 'wanted to see her?' What did any of this mean?! And what the hell is poking her in the-

A blush assaulted her face as the dots suddenly connected, her lips forming into a thin line as she looked down at their touching crotches.

She looked back at him. His face was even brighter, a look in his eyes.

Hero's brain scrambled to break the silence, but her words did not want to cooperate. "I- Do- Do you- Are you-"

"I like you!" - Villain blurted out. He could feel the sweat going down the side of his face as the hero above him became stunned.

"I- I really uh- really like you." - he said again.

Breaking out of her daze, she responded, "Uh... Yeah, I- I can tell."

...

Holy shit, this was awkward.

...

The hold on his chin had loosened at some point, and he looked away again. She broke the silence once more. "How long?"

He almost choked on his spit, looking back to her. "H-Huh?"

"How long have you uh... had feelings for me?"

Oooh, right.

"I- I don't know..." - he admitted. "It just... kind of... happened somewhere along the line...?"

She took a deep breath as if steeling herself for something. Oh, God, what will she say? This is the part where she calls him a weirdo and runs away, isn't it?

"It's... nice to know I'm not the only idiot around here then."

...

"What?"

Clearing her throat, Hero shily muttered, "I- I like you too."

Villain was pretty sure his brain had just short-circuited. Did- Did he hear that right?

"I- You- You like me back?"

She nodded in reply. He was still shocked that this was happening. What were they supposed to do now? Fight? He didn't really want to fight. He had some... other activities on the mind.

Sighing internally, Villain did his best to collect his thoughts. Someone had to move this conversation forward, and it seemed like the hero wouldn't be the one to do it.

"Do you... still want to fight?" - he asked. She looked at him a bit puzzled before her equally fried mind caught up. "I mean- I just... don't really feel like it anymore."

"Uh... Y-Yeah, alright." - she responded, releasing her grip and carefully moving off him so that their crotches wouldn't brush against one another. The villain sat up, and they both remained there on the ground, playing with the dust to keep themselves distracted.

...

It was quiet again. Villain almost groaned, angry with himself. He wanted to say something, but- How was he supposed to say this? It's not like he could just-

"Do you wanna fuck?" - Hero suddenly blurted out, and he sputtered, unable to respond like a functioning human being.

She panicked a bit. "S-Sorry! Uh- Too- Too forward?"

"Y-Yes! I- I mean no! I- I mean-" - he buried his face in his hands. Why was this so difficult?! He was an adult! Both of them were!

Wait- An adult, yes! Just- Think, Villain. How would a sensible adult proceed in this situation?

He uncovered his eyes, taking a look around. They were both on the ground, covered in sweat, dirt, and decades-old dust. They had gotten some good hits on each other, so they had some bruises and cuts.

So, if they were to... have sex - he still couldn't believe this was happening - the most responsible thing to do would probably be... going elsewhere...? But where? To one of their houses, perhaps?

Villain sighed audibly, catching the hero's attention. "Do you... want to come over to my place?"

Her eyes widened, and her face burned brighter at his question. He added frantically, "O-Or we could go to your place! Or- Or no place at all! We could just forget this ever happe-!"

He froze as fingers pressed against his lips, silencing him. He looked at her again. She smiled nervously before saying, "W-We can't forget about this. We could try, but..."

Her eyes traveled up and down his body quickly, studying him, and he couldn't help but shiver under her gaze. "...I'm pretty sure we would both fail miserably."

She pulled her hand back, and he already missed her touch.

"So..." - she started. "...Your place...?"

"S-Sure." - Villain managed to answer. He lifted himself off the ground and offered her his hand, which she took. Upon pulling her up, their bodies lightly collided, Hero's hands landing on his chest to steady herself and one of the villain's hands catching her by the waist. They silently stood there for a moment, blushing as if they had never touched another person, before swiftly separating.

With some awkward coughs and clearing of throats, they were on the move again, working together so they wouldn't get seen.

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"This is your house?" - the hero asked, looking around. The tension between them had eased a bit since they left the warehouse. "I won't lie, I always imagined it to be... a lot less normal than this."

Villain snorted at that. "What, were you expecting red string and cork boards?"

She didn't answer, only biting the inside of her cheek and crossing her arms, making him chuckle a bit before getting back on track. He led her through the house, arriving at a bathroom. "I think it'd be best if we got cleaned up a bit since we've been rolling around in dirt and whatnot all day."

"Why, Villain. Are you being responsible?" - Hero asked playfully. He gave her an "Oh- shush." before showing her where everything was. A smile crept onto his face regardless; he had missed their casual banter.

"Now, I have another bathroom upstairs connected to my bedroom, so once you're done, you can uh... you can join me... I guess..."

"Smooth." - she replied teasingly, getting a blush from him. "I got one more question, though."

"Yes?"

She grinned, looking forward to his reaction. "What am I supposed to wear?"

Villain seemed to freeze for a moment before it registered in his brain that Hero did not, in fact, have any spare clothing to put on. His blush worsened tenfold, and she laughed.

Through her giggles, she asked, "Do you want me to just come upstairs nake-?"

"Bathrobe! Yup! There's uh- There's one right there!" - he blurted out, not letting her finish. She looked to where he was pointing, and there was indeed a bathrobe hanging there, next to some towels.

She gave another small chuckle. "Alright."

Turning back to him, she lightly bit her lip and gave him a look, tracing a finger along his jawline. "But you better wear one too~."

Hero didn't realize a person could blush this badly. For the poor villain's sake, she kept her giggles in this time, letting him respond. "Y-You got it!"

With that, Villain left. He walked out calmly, but a few seconds later, she still heard him sprint down the hall and couldn't keep her laughter to herself.

As he moved up the stairs - way too quickly for it to be normal - he silently cursed himself. Why was he acting like such an idiot?! He had sex before! This was nothing new!

No, no, it's not that this was new or something. It wasn't his fault! It was Hero's!

Hero with her stupid smile that made his knees weak, and her dumb laughter that made his heart flutter, and- and...

...

Has Villain ever felt like this before? Has he ever... fallen for someone like this?

Perhaps before he had become the villain, but... that was a long time ago. He no longer remembered anything from that part of his life. He only remembered the now. He only remembered his fights with Hero.

As he arrived at his bedroom's bathroom, he smiled. The woman really had taken over his mind, hadn't she? She was incredible, no other like her. And amazingly enough, she returned his feelings too.

The villain stripped free of his ruined clothing and hopped into the shower. Rubbing soap onto his dirtied skin, he pondered on that thought. Did she truly feel the same way? What if this was... just some elaborate trick...?

He faltered for a moment, having not considered such an option. What if the hero wanted to catch him off guard...? While he was vulnerable...?

He shook his head. No, that couldn't be the case. He knew her. He knew how her real laughter sounded. He knew how she looked when she was acting, pretending to be happy. And this... this was no act.

Hero loved him back.

Villain knew that. His mind just enjoyed tormenting him sometimes.

As he scrubbed at his scalp and hair, he returned to the present. Hero was here, in his house, and they were basically about to have sex together. His face flushed red again as another thought crossed his mind. Who...

Who would be on top...?

...

Honestly, the villain was fine with being either but... he'd be lying if he said Hero didn't look hot as hell on top of him.

Dear Lord, he was getting turned on just thinking about how she had pinned him down earlier.

...

He really needed to get out of the shower already. Getting back on track, he fully rinsed himself and turned the water off. Hurriedly, he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Once done with that, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe identical to the one downstairs. It was soft and warm. It helped calm him.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the door's handle and opened it. Upon doing so, Villain was met with the sight of Hero casually lying on his bed, loosely wrapped in her bathrobe. He could see her cleavage and- shit, he was staring-

Looking away and clearing his throat, he closed the bathroom door.

"Took your sweet time in there, huh?" - she asked with that playful expression back on her face once more. The villain went to respond, but she smirked and continued. "Didn't start the fun without me, did you~?"

"N-No." - he said, and she chuckled at his nervousness. Why was he like this? This was his house and his bed that Hero was lying on! She was just being so confident and... and taking charge and...

She grinned wider, amused as she looked at his crotch. He also looked.

...

Shit.

Well, if that didn't make it obvious he was enjoying this...

...

He looked back up at Hero, and she wiggled her finger at him, beckoning him to come and join her. He silently obliged, crawling onto the bed and sitting in front of her. She was leaning against the headboard, soft pillows arranged so that they would support her back.

The hero scooted forward a bit. Feeling daring, Villain copied her and gasped as he suddenly found himself under her. She had grabbed him and switched their places before he could react, pressing him against the headboard and straddling him.

He stammered, trying to come up with something to say, but grew silent as Hero cradled his cheek. Her thumb rested on his lips as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I hope you weren't planning on being the top~?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he answered, breathless, "No... I wouldn't have this any other way..."

She grinned at him, eyes half-lidded as she tangled her hands in his hair. He sighed, relaxing under her touch as she brought their lips together in a soft kiss. Villain's arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer.

A moan hummed in his throat as Hero's hands trailed down his chest and landed on his bathrobe's belt. Slowly, teasingly, she untied it, the fabric loosening around him, letting her slip it off him, exposing his body to her.

Shivers coursed through the villain as her hands glided along his bare skin. He wanted to feel her too. His hands traced her curves, sneaking towards her belt. As his fingers brushed against it, she caught his wrists, scolding him lightly. "Ah, ah. Not allowed~."

He opened his mouth to protest, but only a gasp left him as one of her hands went to his cock. The hero's fingers brushed against it, her touch feather-light, experienced. Villain grasped at the bedsheet below them, breath coming out uneven as she slowly stroked him.

Even as she drew pleasured mewls from him, she took a moment to admire his shaft. It was a decent length, not the biggest one out there, but certainly above the average. It was just right for her, and she complimented so, whispering in his ear again, "You're the perfect size~. And it looks so nice too~."

He shuddered at her words, and she moved her face in front of him once more. Their mouths locked again, her free hand grabbing the back of his head, pulling him in. She seized his bottom lip in her teeth, nibbling on it gently. Her tongue asked for entrance, and he let her in, deepening the kiss. She explored the inside of his mouth, memorizing every nook and cranny.

Villain sucked in a sharp breath as Hero's hand stopped, and her thumb began running small circles on the tip of his dick, smearing pre-cum across it. As their lips parted again, they gasped for air. Another smile graced her features as he begged. "F-Fuck! Hero, please, can I touch you? Please."

The woman hummed, considering his plea. She adored the needy look on his face, the way his fingers twitched around the clutched bed sheets, desperate for contact. The hero gave a small chuckle. "Well, since you asked so nicely~."

With the permission given, the villain's hands immediately moved to strip her free of her robe. She laughed some more at his haste before kissing him again. Low moans left them both as they touched and teased each other. His hands trailed down her spine, making her arch into him and raising more pleasured sounds from her.

Showing her approval, Hero stroked Villain a few times, her movements swift and firm, drawing another shudder from him. They separated for air again, her hands moving up to cradle his face as she suggested, "How about we get to the fun part now~?"

His hands trailed to her hips, his mouth opened to reply, but he suddenly pulled back, looking as if he just remembered something. "Oh, hold on."

The hero watched curiously as he leaned to the side of the bed towards a nightstand. The villain opened one of the drawers and pulled something out of it. She gave an amused snort once the two objects entered her vision.

"What?" - he asked as she giggled again, looking between her, the bottle of lube and condom in his hands.

"I don't get to see you being a responsible adult very often. It's cute." - she admitted, making him blush once more without fail.

He grumbled under his breath, but the smile on his face told her there was no bite behind it. She took the small bottle from him and moved back a bit. Villain paid her no mind, focused on getting the condom out of its package and slipping it on. Once he successfully finished his task, he looked up again.

His dick twitched at the sight that greeted him. Hero was sitting on the other end of the bed, her legs spread wide as she poured some lube onto her throbbing sex. She gasped lightly as the cold substance made contact and then used her hand to tease at her folds.

The villain watched as she slipped a finger inside herself, slowly moving in and out. His own hand went to his cock, stroking himself as he grew entranced by the show. He matched her pace, and she groaned quietly as she slipped a second finger in, stretching herself in preparation.

Their eyes locked, and they stayed that way for a little bit, pleasuring themselves and listening to one another's soft gasps and moans. Eventually, Hero's impatience got the best of her. She pulled her fingers out and crawled over to Villain.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, she positioned herself at his dick, and he held her by the waist, giving her some additional support. They inhaled shakily in unison as she took in the tip of his cock. She moved down slowly, letting herself adjust to his size, and he made no complaints, haphazardly leaving small pecks on her face, which got another giggle out of her.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, he ran his hands down her thighs, making her shiver and pull him into another kiss. Her touch trailed over his sides to his hips and then back up to cradle his head. His own hands moved up her body, one grasping her breast, squeezing and kneading while the other moved to get tangled in her hair.

Experimentally, the hero moved her hips forward, making them both moan against one another, the sound muffled by their connected lips. Leisurely, she began moving up and down, setting a calm pace, the slight pain of being stretched around him fading into pleasure. Their mouths parted again, and quickly, they got lost in their lust and each other's eyes.

She sped up, their skin beginning to slap together, sounding across the room but still drowning in their moans and mewls. As their pleasure began to build up inside their guts, their hands traveled without a set destination, wanting to feel as much as they could.

A gasp left Hero's lips as Villain's shaft hit the right spot, and she angled herself, focusing on it and moving even faster, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her rapid pace. Thrust after thrust, their breathing swiftly turned shaky, chaotic. Their minds grew frantic as their orgasms approached them.

The hero's head tilted back, and she tightly held onto the villain's shoulders as release washed over her. His name left her lips in a low moan that echoed in his head, and it didn't take long for him to come as well, Hero's name leaving him in an identical manner.

Coming down from their highs, they slowed down, enjoying the pleasure for a bit longer with some calm thrusts and movements. They locked in a soft, short kiss before eventually parting and coming to a stop. Together they gasped for air and took a moment to rest as sweat dripped down their bodies.

Once she had regained some energy, Hero slid off Villain, making them both shudder at the feeling. She collapsed on the bed beside him, and soon, he copied her, lying down next to her. The two remained like that for a few minutes, calming their racing hearts and basking in the afterglow.

A small chuckle caught the villain's attention, and he turned his head towards the hero. She gave him a lazy smile before explaining her giddiness. "Looks like we'll need another shower."

He gave her a chuckle of his own before an idea crossed his mind. "Well, I do have a jacuzzi tub..."

With a grin that Hero considered too charming for Villain's own good, he offered, "Wanna take a bath together~?"

She giggled fondly. "Sure."

And then, together, off they went to get cleaned up again.

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call-me-doll-face · 3 years

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Acquiesce- part 2

Warnings: once again guys, this does have noncon elements. If you are triggered easily please don't read. In no way do I approve of behavior like this, no means no. Consent is key. This is strictly just for the story. No minors! Smut, angst, friends to lovers, protective steve.

A/N- this is for my friend @rogershoe thank you for reading my stories and always giving me words of praise, and for always listening. I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it!

P.s I'm sorry for any mistakes! I haven't gone through and proof read!

Part one

Steve slept over that night, refusing to leave my side. I honestly don’t know whether I'm supposed to feel thankful or annoyed and hell who knows, maybe it’s both.

Yes, him being here eases my mind. Knowing that he’s there to protect me if, heaven forbid, something happens. At the same time though..... maybe I would rather be alone.

Ever the gentleman, he willingly takes the not so comfortable couch in my opinion with zero complaint. We work together in silence to put the fitted sheet on before standing side by side, just staring at it.

“Ya know, I’d almost prefer sleeping on the floor.” He cracks a joke, looking over at me with that cute lopsided grin of his. Scoffing in fake offense I smack his chest playfully causing him to cover his chest with a very over exaggerated wounded expression.

“Hey! Don’t hate on my couch! You could always go sleep in your OWN room!” Before I could even finish my sentence he had flopped down onto his back, big arms folded up behind his head and a satisfied smile gracing his lips. It was hysterical, seeing him trying to fit his big body on my tiny couch, long legs hanging over the armrest. I snicker at him softly, running a finger up the arch in his foot as I go to walk away, knowing damn well how ticklish the man is.

I try to make a quick getaway; wanting to avoid the awkwardness I could feel slowly creeping back in between us. However when I hear “Calla,wait.” I groan internally before slowly turning around to find that he’s already standing right there before me. Curse him and how damn sneaky he is! A man of his size shouldn't also be stealthy!

“Stevie I-” I’m pulled into his embrace, fingers moving up to tangle in my long hair to scratch comfortingly against my scalp. All the tension leaves my body at the action, sagging against him and almost purring like a cat, eyes drifting closed.

“Calla... My lilly...”He murmurs softly against my hairline as he pulls me even closer to him, if that’s even possible. My heartrate spikes at his words as my belly erupts with butterflies. We had always been close but never has he been this tender with me.

His lips press one last kiss to my forehead before bidding me goodnight and gently urging me in the direction of my room where I had been so ready to escape to moments ago but now have to force my body towards.

“Goodnight Stevie.” I whisper softly on my way, Knowing he’d hear me.

I don’t know what wakes me. My eyes slowly flutter open and my lips part with a deep yawn. It’s not until I’m stretching that my body freezes as I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

‘You’re being watched’ my mind tells me as my muscles lock up with panic, eyes staying on the wall directly in front of me, terrified to move let alone look around.

In the back of my mind I already know who’s in the room with me. It’s him. He’s come for me, to finish the job. Bucky....

Then just like that, as if materializing from thin air, he’s there. His hand wraps around my ankle like a vice, jerking me down the bed towards him, sheets getting bunched up around me as he does.

No, no not again! please no!

Crying desperately I kick out at him and miraculously the heel of my foot comes into contact with the middle of his chest, causing his grip to loosen just enough to slip away. Rollin on to my hands and knees I start to crawl away from him quickly in an attempt to put distance between us, but with a deep growl he’s suddenly on top of me, using his big body to pin me to the bed.

“No, Bucky! this isn't’ you!” He lets out a sadistic chuckle at my words before he reaches down and rips my panties roughly from my body. I cry out as my skin burns from the fabric, leaving red welts in the wake.

“Please don’t do this, don’t do this! I’ll do anything!” I sob but then he’s thrusting into me once against without a care as his chest rumbles against my back.

“You will submit.” He snarls in my ear as his hips snap violently against my ass.

You will submit.

YOU WILL SUBMIT.

“Calla...Calla!” I fight against the vice like grip holding me in place, writhing and thrashing against him. A scream is ripped from my raw throat as I get a hand free, digging my nails into my assailants skin. “Damit, Calla! Calla it’s me! Stop!” With one more hard shake I’m pulled back to reality and I whimper shaking my head.

“Open your eyes Calla.” When I refuse to do so I hear his soft sigh then his big gentle hands move up to cup my cheeks, thumbs moving over them soothingly. “It’s okay my lilly... I’m here... It’s just me, I’ve got ya. Now open those big beautiful eyes and let me look at ya.” Under his gentle coaxing I reluctantly let my eyelashes flutter open to meet his very concerned blue ones, watching as he lets out a relieved sigh.

My legs are tangled in the damp sheets, body slick with sweat, and chest heaving as I desperately try to get some much needed oxygen into my lungs. “He... He was here...” My voice shakes out the words and I launch myself at steve, sobbing into his naked shoulder and clinging to him desperately.

He just lets me cry, holding my body against his as he whispers soft words against the side of my head. Eventually when the sobs die down enough he gently moves me back to the head of the bed. Pulling back the blankets he slides in beside me without my even having to ask before tucking me under his arm.

We lay there silently for a while, my cheek pressed against his warm chest as my arm snakes around his waist to keep him with me. I let his even breathing calm me, nuzzling closer to him as the panic finally dissipates.

“You know.... I used to have nightmares too. The last thing I can remember is my plane breaking through the ice. The cold of it. I knew it was the right thing to do, and never for a second have a regretted it. But god did it scare me.” I glance up at his words, seeing him staring at the ceiling with wrinkled brows with his arm that wasn't holding me folded behind his head. “Then I woke up and there you were, lookin like and angel. I done thought I’d died and gone to heaven doll!” We both laugh softly at his words, my chest blossoming with warmth. I squeeze him gently and he squeezes me back in turn.

“If I hadn’t had you there when I woke up, To teach me all the things I’d missed out on and needed to learn... to help me get through the realization that everyone I’d known from my past life were gone.... doll I never would have made it.” This time when I looked up my breath caught in my throat at the look on his face as he looked down at me... Cheeks flushed a soft pink, lips slightly swollen due to being bitten so much, eyes shining with something akin to what I can only describe as love.... Adoration..

Slowly he gently reaches down with the arm that isn't holding me and gently pinches my chin between his forefinger and thumb before stroking it softly. His tongue flicks out over his lip and my eyes follow the movement....

I squeal in surprise when in one sweeping movement he has me straddling his lap with his hands once again cupping my cheeks. I’m very quickly becoming convinced it’s his favorite place to have them, but in this moment I’m thankful for it, nuzzling my face against them as our eyes meet once again.

“I promise you Calla, my lilly, that I’ll NEVER let anyone hurt you ever again. Ever. I’ll kill them first. You are the most important thing in my life. I’ll do anything for you, to make you feel better, to help you through this.”

My heart swells at his words, tears forming in my eyes as I give him a watery smile. Slowly reaching up to mimic him I cup his cheeks, watching as his eyes slowly flicker closed and his lips part to let out a soft breath at the touch. “Anything?” I question quietly.

“Anything.” Before the word has even left his mouth all the way I lean forward and press my lips softly against his.

People say that when you have your first kiss with something it feels like fireworks, like your life is exploding. Not with steve... No, kissing stevie feels like home. Like a cup of hot cocoa in front of a warm fire on a cold december night. Like fuzzy socks and warm blankets... like coming home after a bad day knowing that your person will be there to make everything feel right again.

And god does he make everything feel right again as he kisses me back with everything he has. Moving my hands up to tangle my fingers into his silky soft hair I let him tilt my head back so that he can press his lips firmer against mine to gain better access. A breathy whine escapes me and my lips party willingly without him even having to ask. He instantly takes advantage as his tongue slips in to massage against mine before exploring my mouth.

My whole body burns under his gentle ministrations. I burn for him, and I’d willingly burn for him over and over and over again...

Keeping my head leaned back I bite my lip as he leaves hot open mouthed kisses down the line of my jaw... slowly moving back to that spot behind my hear that he just seems to know will drive me wild.... groaning my name he nuzzles his nose there affectionately as his warm breath fans against my overly sensitive skin.

Wrapping those big arms around my waist he pulls my body even tighter against his before pulling back to press his forehead against mine, giving me a gentle smile. I can’t help but smile back before leaning back in and teasingly taking his bottom lip between my teeth and pulling slightly.

With a grunt his hips thrust up against me, pulling a surprised gasp from me as I feel how painfully hard he is beneth me. My pussy clenches as the feeling as my body automatically grinds down to meet his thrusts. Instantly those hands grip my waist tightly, stilling my movements.

"Calla... we can't." He grunts out, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion as I look down as him. I know he wants this...

"Stevie... please.. I want you... I've never been so sure of anything in my life.." shaking his head at my words his kisses my shoulder softly as he hugs me.

"No doll... I don't want you to want me just because you want to feel something... just because you want to forget. I want you to want me because you can't live without me... I want you to want me because I make it easier to breath... because that's how I feel about you."

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peterrparrkerr · 3 years

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Moodboard for the series (don't judge me I usually do gifs, this was something new. Also, I could not get the collar to look right)

So I meant to upload this yesterday but I lost control of it and then got busy, so here's a little over 3k for you!

Also, tagging @snowstark because this is our baby. Ao3 version here!

Idk what to tag this. Dark themes, spanking, forced to choose a punishment, uuuh, not sure what else. Enjoy!

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Bucky knows when Peter is going to have a hard time adjusting to Tony being gone. It had been close to a year since Bucky started working for Tony, and he's gotten familiar with all of Peter's little quirks.

And he knows the slight pout Peter sports as he waits beside Bucky for Tony to come to the door, means Peter's going to be a slight handful.

But Bucky can handle the teenager. He's been in charge of Peter's safety for long enough. Aside from Tony, Bucky knows how to get Peter to do as he's told.

Tony comes down the stairs, suit tailored and travel bag in hand. "What a sight," he grins. "My pets waiting for me."

Bucky clenches his jaw at that, but he doesnt say anything. Peter though, steps up to the Superior nuzzling into Tony's chest.

"Don't go," Peter whined. Bucky watched with a familiar jealous rock in his gut, but he stays still.

"I'll be back in five days," Tony sighed, kissing the top of Peter's curly hair.

Peter's in a pair of soft blue jean shorts and a faded Yankees sweater, the bottom cut off to show off his midriff.

Tony pushes Peter back a little and smiles fondly down at him, fingers fixing the collar around his puppy's neck, little bell tinkling.

"You be good," Tony orders, leaning down to kiss Peter's pouty lips.

Peter sulks as Tony steps away, towards the door and closer to Bucky.

"I'll be back late," Tony hums, patting Bucky on the cheek. "I'll see you both when I get back."

And with that, Tony's gone. Bucky rubs at his cheek with a slight scowl. Its a new thing, Tony touching him. And Bucky doesn't like it.

Peter spins on his heels the moment the door is shut and storms off, making Bucky sigh explosively before making his way after him.

Alpine slows him down by weaving between his legs, meowing needily.

"Damn cat, go away," he snaps, nearly kicking the thing before remembering she's Peter's.

The door to Peter and Tony's bedroom slams and Bucky sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

So it's going to be like this then. Bucky decides to let Peter wallow on his own. Sooner or later his emotions would get the best of him and he'd come out for comfort. Bucky wouldn't force him to before then.

Its the same song and dance. Peter cries when Tony's gone, he doesn't eat much, and just kind of sulks around the house.

If he were a real puppy, Bucky could just imagine him crying at the door with his tail tucked between his legs, looking extra pathetic.

It was during these days when Tony wasn't around that Peter got a little less obedient.

Most incidents Bucky kept to himself. Little scenes of Peter acting out of his emotions. Tony didn't need to be informed of everything.

The bigger incidences though was definitely taken to Tony. They hadn't had an incident in a while -not since Peter ran out and Bucky got shot.

Peter had been terrified after that, refused to leave the tower even with Buck and Tony there with him.

Tony had punished him good and hard for that -it still makes Bucky's stomach roll at the thought of Tony hitting Peter. Bucky still remembers how small he looked when Tony had guided him back into the penthouse.

His eyes all red, tear tracks down blushed cheeks. He had been trembling slightly. It had made Bucky sick to his stomach.

But Peter hadnt done it again. When Tony left, Peter stayed put.

"Peter, time to eat," Bucky called after knocking on the bedroom door. Peter had been locked in there for most of the two days so far Tony's been gone.

He sulks under his covers, and when he does come out, its with a pout. Something Bucky is used to.

"M'not hungry," comes Peter's petulant response through the door.

"Yes you are, pup," Bucky sighed. "Come on, out with you before I come in there."

"Said I wasn't hungry," Peter spoke, voice raising a little. Bucky cocks an eyebrow, then tries the handle of the door. Its locked.

"Peter, open this door."

"No," Peter said.

"You open this door or I'll kick it down," Bucky threatened. Peter's never locked his door before.

"Do it!" Peter snapped. "Then Tony'll be mad at you and send you to the basement!"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Bucky muttered under his breath.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, override the lock for Peter's door," he says, looking up at the ceiling.

"I am sorry, but the lock is manual, it will have to be unlocked by Peter, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky growls, clenching his teeth.

"Open the door, Peter," he tries again.

"No."

"C'mon, pup, open up," Bucky sighed. He really didn't want to break down the door. What has gotten into Peter? He's never like this.

"Nuh-uh," Peter said. "Leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that, Pete," Bucky huffed.

"I don't need a babysitter," Peter called out. "I can take care of myself. Tony doesn't need you anymore."

"You've got five seconds and then I'm breaking the door down," Bucky said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Peter says nothing. Bucky begins to count. He thinks Peter will crack when he reaches two, but the boy doesn't make a sound.

"Alright, last chance."

Nothing.

Bucky tries the handle once more before stepping back. He lowers his shoulder, ready to drive it into the wood before slamming into the door.

The frame splinters and the door slams into the wall with a deafening crack.

Peter jumps from his spot on the bed, eyes wide and mouth gaping in shock.

"What is going on with you, Peter?" Bucky demands, a little fed up with his behavior. "You've never acted like this before."

Peter's shock falls away to anger, eyebrows furrowing and arms crossing.

"Get out."

"No, you need to tell me why you're acting like a brat," Bucky demanded, crossing his own arms.

"M'not a brat," Peter snipped, little bell sounding as Peter turned his head away from Bucky, glaring at the wall.

"No? 'Cause you seem pretty bratty to me," Bucky challenged.

That gets Peter standing from the bed. "I'm not!"

"I'm not going to fight with a fucking child," Bucky muttered to himself. "Go into the dining room and eat your lunch."

Peter sets his jaw. Its cute. Little thing trying to be tough.

"I said I'm not hungry."

"Well, Tony wants you to eat," Bucky tries. Usually talking about what Tony wants would get Peter to do as he's told. But it doesn't work today.

So Bucky grabs Peter by the upper arm and pulls him out of the room. Peter grunts, digging his heels in, but he's small and doesn't have much muscle.

"Eat," Bucky demands, gesturing to the food he sits Peter down in front of.

Peter glares up at him, though its not as effective as he thinks with his pastel blue tshirt and matching collar.

"I hate you," Peter bites out.

"Good for you, now eat your God damn lunch before I force feed you."

To say the next three days is difficult is an understatement. Bucky has no idea why Peter's acting out the way he is, but he's had enough.

On the fourth day, Bucky actually swatted him! Peter looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth clicking shut. Bucky instantly felt sick, but he forced himself to stand his ground even as hurt and anger filtered through Peter's features.

"You hit me," Peter said. It made Bucky feel even worse, but he didnt back down.

"You're being bad," Bucky said. More anger filtered in, and Peter reached forward to try and shove him.

Bucky caught him by the wrists and Peter yelled loudly, beginning to flail.

"Peter, stop it!" Bucky snapped, pulling the pup in close and pinning him against his chest. He doesn't have room to thrash now.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Peter yelled. Bucky can hear the beginnings of tears in his voice. "I don't want you here! I want- I want Tony!"

Bucky holds Peter as he chokes on his tears, forcing Bucky to carry his weight when Peter stops holding himself up.

Bucky let's him cry it out, walking him to his bedroom. The door still wasn't fixed -Bucky didn't have time, what with Peter acting out.

He deposited Peter onto the bed. "You can come out when you're done being a brat," Bucky said shortly. Peter just fell to his side, wrapping his arms around a pillow and drawing up his legs.

Bucky walked out and flopped onto the couch, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe Tony would know what Peter's problem was. Just because he's never acted like this since Bucky moved in doesn't mean its never happened before.

Bucky's never been more glad when Tony arrives the next morning. He's exhausted. Tony -the perceptive bastard- notices right away when Bucky greets him at the elevator.

"What happened," Tony demanded. Bucky let out a sigh, shoulders slumping just a bit. He didnt like feeling like a whiner, and explaining to Tony what the past five days have been like definitely makes him feel it.

"I don't know whats gotten into him," he finishes with. He just wants to sleep for a couple days. He's never felt more like a babysitter than he does now.

"Oh, I do," Tony huffed. Bucky raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "He's jealous."

That throws Bucky for a loop. "Jealous? Of what?" He can't help but demand incredulously.

Tony smiles knowingly and lifts his hand, brushing his fingers over Bucky's jaw, pinching his chin and giving a little shake.

"Of you, pet," Tony hums, looking amused. "He's used to getting my full attention. I think he's feeling a bit misplaced."

Bucky lifts his head, pulling his chin free from Tony's grasp and taking a small step back.

"He's got no reason to be jealous of me," Bucky grunted.

"No?" Tony asked. "Lets go see our puppy then, hmm?"

Bucky frowns as Tony walks past him into the penthouse. Our puppy?

He quickly spins on his heels and follows after Tony. Theres a disapproved hum when Tony notices the door leaning against the door.

"Tony!"

Peter scrambles from the bed, rushing over to Tony and crashing into his chest. Bucky keeps his distance, hands clasped behind his back.

"I missed you."

"I'm sure," Tony hummed. "Bucky told me about your behavior while I was gone."

Bucky winces in sympathy at the tone Tony uses with Peter. The pup steps back from him, brows furrowing.

"I-"

"I don't want any excuses," Tony interrupted. Bucky watched as Peter's demeanor shifted. He knew he was in trouble, he could see it in the way Peter's shoulders slumped.

"Go wait for me in your room," Tony continued. "And when we're gone, we're going to have a talk."

"But, Tony‐" Peter began. Tony grabs him by the arm and yanks him towards the elevator that leads to the basement.

"Go," he snaps, features twisting into a look of anger. Bucky holds his ground, but he wants to rush back out of Tony's line of fire.

Peter shrinks at the tone. He doesn't try again, just makes his way to the elevator, like a dog scurrying out of trouble with his tail between his legs.

"Are you really going to punish him?" Bucky asked, following Tony towards the elevator Peter had just disappeared through. "If he's just acting out of jealousy-"

"His acting out got me a broken door and a puppy with an attitude problem," Tony said. "I brought you here to take care of him while I'm away. His behavior hindered that and that won't do."

Bucky follows Tony into the elevator. He doesn't say anything, just stands beside Tony, watching the floors pass in glowing numbers above the doors.

When they reach the basement floor, the doors open and Tony steps out, already heading for the door that leads to Peter's room.

"Come on, pet," Tony calls over his shoulder. Bucky's legs work without him, taking him out of the elevator and into the main room.

"I'm not a pet," Bucky grunted. Tony glances over his shoulder, smirking. His blue eyes shining with amusement.

"I beg to differ," Tony hummed, before reaching a hand out and clasping Bucky by the back of the neck.

Bucky allows the Superior to pull him closer as they make their way to the door.

Buck decides not to argue the issue. Better to keep on Tony's good side.

Tony opens the door, and Bucky's eyes widen at the sight of Peter on the bed, naked. Hes on his elbows and knees, pert little ass up in the air.

He's hidden his face in his arms, and doesn't realize Bucky is here with Tony.

"He does paint a pretty picture, doesn't he?" Tony murmurs lowly, arm still wrapped around Bucky's shoulders, nosing at Bucky's jaw.

"I can leave," Bucky says lowly, glancing from Peter to Tony.

"No, I want you here," Tony decides, shutting the door. Bucky chews on his inner cheek, staying close to the door as Tony walks over to the wall of -Bucky feels his stomach drop. He doesn't know if he can watch this.

"M'sorry," Peter whines, turning his head to see Tony at the wall.

"I know you are," Tony said, looking over the items hanging on the wall. Bucky's never seen so many switches and floggers before.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you were a bad puppy."

Peter's breath hitches and he hides his face again. Bucky watches Tony pick out a flat leather paddle from the wall. One of the less intimidating items hanging on the wall.

"How many hits do you think he deserves?" Tony says, catching both Peter and Bucky off guard. Peter's head turns, wide eyes locking onto him before he seems to shrink, hiding his face away again, but not leaving the position Tony most likely trained him to be in.

It takes Bucky a moment to realize Tony was talking to him, and he blinks, looking over at the Superior. "What?"

"You had to deal with his poor behavior for five days, so you decide his punishment," Tony said.

Bucky looks wide eyed at Peter, pale and naked except for the baby blue collar around his neck. He shakes his head.

"Come on, pet," Tony goads. "What does he deserve?"

Bucky hears Peter whimper at that and he feels his skin crawl. He shakes his head again, feeling sick. "I can't."

Tony's mouth drops in a frown, looking disappointed. Bucky doesn't care. He can't.

"Fine," he hums. "Then fifty hits."

Peter lifts his head, breath hitching and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ten for each day."

Bucky feels his throat closing up.

"N-no," Peter sobbed. "No, please, Tony!"

Tony looks at Bucky, challenging glint in his Extremis blue eyes. "Bucky doesn't want to choose, so I'm chosing for him, puppy."

Peter turns to look at Bucky, pleasing with a trembling breath.

Bucky digs his nails into his palms. He looks from Peter to Tony, then back to Peter.

If Bucky chooses a lower number, Tony may not agree to it. But Bucky doesn't want Peter being hit -especially in front of him.

"Twenty," he manages to say, unsticking his throat. His voice is tense, body rigid and hands clasped behind him. Outwardly, he looks calm and collected, but inside he wants to do nothing but run out of the basement.

Tony doesn't say anything for a moment, and Bucky's sure its just as long for Peter as it is for him.

"Alright, twenty it is," Tony agrees. Bucky feels the muscles in his shoulders unwind a little at that.

"Count them out, pup."

Its the worst few minutes of Bucky's life. He served tours over seas. He's killed people with his bear hands and lost an arm, and he'd go through all of that ten times if it meant he didn't have to be in the same room as Tony and Peter right now.

Each smack has Bucky's pulse spiking, each sobbed out count down like agony. Its a punishment all its own to be forced to stand by while Peter cries, the loud smack of leather on skin filling the room.

The worst thing is Bucky is the reason he's got twenty spanks in the first place. Sure, its less than fifty, but he's still the one who offered a number.

Bucky doesn't even care anymore about Peter's behavior. He just wants Tony to stop.

Peter's ass is just as red as his face, and his breath hitches on cries, but the boy doesn't move. Bucky has no doubt if he had, the punishment would be far worse.

"Twen-twen'y," Peter finally gasps out wetly, dropping onto the bed.

Bucky restrains himself from rushing over there and scooping the boy up. His nails dig painfully into his palms.

He watches Tony do it instead. Watches as Tony's hand turns soft, scooping Peter up and settling him onto his lap, careful of his poor bottom.

Tony smooths Peter's curls from his forehead, muttering lowly against Peter's cheek as the boy cries, arms lifting to wrap around Tony's shoulders.

Tony glances up at Bucky and nods. "Come here, pet."

Bucky's too concerned with Peter to argue the pet name. He makes his way over to the bed in three long strides and sits down beside Tony and Peter.

Peter peeks out from Tony's neck, eye red rimmed. His breath hitches.

"M'sorry, Bucky," he cries, voice reedy and wobbling with tears.

"Thats alright, Pete," Bucky said softly.

Peter tucks himself back into Tony's neck, allowing the Superior to smooth his hands up and down Peter's bare back.

"Go with with Bucky, pup," Tony says a moment later, once Peter's tears have tapered off a little. Bucky's eyes widen at that, but he can't do much else, because Peter's crawling out of Tony's lap and settling into his own.

Bucky doesn't know what to do. He's wearing cargo pants, and he can't help but worry they're too rough for Peter.

And then he's stuck on the fact that he's got a very naked Peter in his lap. The boy leans into Bucky's chest, head resting on his shoulder.

Bucky settles a hand on Peter's lower back -as low as he dares- and rubs circles into his skin.

"I think its time we had a little talk," Tony said, looking first at Peter, then at Bucky.

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #bucky barnes #sim!tony #my writing #ao3 #human puppy #starker #winterironspider

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sub-hoshi-enthusiast · 4 years

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I have a Xiaojun fic I'm supposed to be working on cause it's almost finished but Jinhwan has just been occupying my brain and I can't focus so I just wrote this. Hopefully I'll be able to focus after channeling all my frustrations into this 😂

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Jinhwan, fem!dom!reader, daddy kink, pegging, pet names (baby, babygirl, princess), praise kink, crossdressing, femboy, use of toys (plug and obviously a strap-on), you call him a good girl, pwp

Do I Look Pretty?

You were personally excited for the night ahead of you. You had sent Jinhwan into the bathroom a few moments ago with a high-waisted pink skirt and a pretty white crop top to match. Just the thought of him in it was enough to make you bite your lip with an excited shiver. You had already hidden your strap underneath your clothes, ready to pound him as soon as he walked out of the bathroom.

You had been laying back on the bed with your legs over the edge but as soon as you heard the bathroom door unlock you sat up as fast as you could. Your eyes clouded as you finally got to see your boyfriend shyly shuffle out of the bathroom. The skirt he was wearing only went down to his mid thigh and the white thigh high socks you didn't see him grab hugged his a little below where the skirt cut off, accentuating his legs perfectly. He had his arms folded over his stomach so you couldn't see where the crop top cut off but you were certain he looked beautiful anyway.

"Are you gonna say something or are you just gonna stare?" He grumbled, squirming in his spot as his face heated up. You finally snapped out of your daze, standing up from the bed to walk to your boyfriend. When your hands gripped his hips he looked up at you through his eyelashes, gripping the edge of the crop top harder. The smirk on your face was enough to make his breathing heavy as your eyes scanned him up and down again.

"I'm sorry baby, you've left me speechless." He smacked your arm with a squeak, flustered by your flirtatious comment. "I'm serious!" You say with a giggle, taking advantage of the fact he had moved his arms and held them in place so you can take in the full outfit. "Damn baby." Jinhwan's burned red as he refused to meet your eyes, brain clouding from your comments and the way your dark eyes scanned his small figure. You heard him murmur something as he shuffled on his feet. "Could you repeat that baby?" He whimpered before glancing up at you with an audible gulp.

"Do I look p-pretty?" You hummed at the question with a smile, dropping his arms to settle your hands back on his waist and pull him closer.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. Daddy's pretty little princess, right?" He gripped your shoulders at the sudden closeness, a meek whimper leaving his lips at your words. He nodded as he played with the collar of your shirt. "Words baby." He balled up the fabric of your shirt in his hands with a shaky breath. God, you hadn't even properly touched him yet and he was already weak in the knees.

"Y-yes. I'm d-daddy's pretty princess." You smiled at his words burying your face in his neck with a content hum. A small moan left your boyfriend's parted lips as you started leaving open mouthed kisses over the sensitive areas of his neck. He subconsciously pulled you closer, letting his fingers tangle in your hair. You groaned against his neck before biting down, earning you an absolutely delicious moan from him. You grab his thigh, resting it around your waist and letting him jump so you could catch the other. As soon as you had him off the ground, your lips moved to his mouth, drinking in the moans and whimpers that fell from his mouth with every grind of his hips. You moved your grip from his thighs to his ass, letting you feel the soft lace that hugged it beneath your fingertips.

"You really want me to wreck you, don't you babygirl. You're just getting hotter by the second." You growled against his lips before leaving a trail of steaming kisses down his neck, only stopping to leave some bruises on his collar bones. He looked to the ceiling with a whine, pushing his chest into you and encouraging you to do more.

"Yes, please! Ruin me daddy~ I want you to fuck me till I can't walk, please!" He cried, his hips picking up their pace against your lower stomach. You growled at his answer, mind swimming with lust as you turned around and slammed him on the bed. You kept him on the edge of the mattress, pushing his shirt further up his chest so you could tease his nipples. His toes curled as his head thrashed to the side, eyes closing as bliss swallowed him whole.

"You're so sensitive today baby. Is it cause of daddy's little present?" You noted, tapping the base of the plug you had put in him earlier that morning. He whimpered before nodding, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Please daddy! Ngh- can't take it anymore!" He whined, legs shaking as he tried not to kick from the pleasure. You smirked against his stomach, leaving one final bite before straightening up. You carefully pushed up his skirt, biting your lip as you looked at the white lacy panties that had little pink bows around the top. You were certain he was trying to give you a heart attack. You carefully pulled them down his thighs, tossing them to the side as to not ruin them. Endless pleas and whimpers filled the room when you started to take out the plug, setting it on your bedside table. A quiet gasp left him when he felt a glob of your spit land on his fluttering hole, making him squirm as you spread it around the area. He looked up at you when he heard the clinking of your belt, watching with hungry eyes as you barely pulled down your pants and underwear to reveal your strap that was much bigger than he remembered. You smirked as his eyes darkened, breath coming out in short pants as his dick twitched against his stomach.

"I-is that new?" You silently nodded at his question, lining up the tip with his hole and making his hands shoot up to your shoulders with a gasp. "Oh fuck! 'S so b-big daddy~"

"Mhm, and you're gonna take all of it like a good little girl, aren't you? Gonna make daddy proud?" He threw his head back with a moan as you teasingly pushed in the tip before pulling out again.

"Oh- yes daddy! Please, please destroy my pretty little pussy! I'll be so good for you, I promise I will!" You growled at his words, gripping his hips tighter before throwing one of his legs over your shoulder so you'd get the best angle. He cried out so loud you were sure the neighbors would file a complaint as you suddenly thrusted into him.

"How can I say no to my princess when she asks so nicely?"

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multi-fandom-inserts · 4 years

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All I Need.

Jasper Hale x Reader

I’ve made this so it can be a two parter if people want! Let me know what you think and I hope everyone is staying safe during this scary time, my inbox is open for anyone needing a chat.

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It started like the first snow of winter – light and gentle – nothing at first to be concerned with, the numbers of runaway teenagers and drifters gently began to increase, but just as innocent as the snowflakes appeared, it quickly became an avalanche as the bodies of workers around the coast and hunters began to appear in the vast woodlands surrounding the isolated town.

It wasn't until the echoing sound of a glass vase, smashing against the hardwood flooring, a single shiver travelled throughout your body as the whole room became slow-motion. The entire Coven turned it what would have been lightening speed – if your vision hadn't slowed – to face Alice, her large eyes, blinking rapidly yet somehow remaining blank and glassy – a wave of confusion and concern spread throughout the household as Edward's and Jaspers faces sunk with dread.

You gently touched Alice's hand but in her frozen state, only one word manages to force itself from your mouth. “Victoria.”

That single name confirms everything we all dreaded the most. Those drifters and runaway teenagers weren't just a coincidence. She was making an army, but not just a regular human army – an army of Newborns, the most powerful and cruel creatures to exist, they have no drive except to hunt and kill.

Carlisle’s eyes flicker towards Jasper and yourself as a aura of concern surrounded him. A familiar feeling blossoms in your chest as you stare at Bella and Edward, your eyes and face couldn't hide the glimmer of resentment towards the pair, if he hadn't bought her along that day, if she hadn't of been so numb to the danger, then we wouldn't of had to hunt down and murder our own kind, Victoria's mate – James.

“Y/N.” Edward speaks lightly, clearly breaking the rule about reading your mind.

His hand coasts across the skin of your upper arm but you pull away like his touch burned you.

“We need to start preparing,” Jasper said, taking the focus off you for a minute, “We all need to train and plan a location that'll work to our advantage because trust me, if we want to survive this, we'll need it.” Carlisle nods silently.

“Bella, you better go talk to Jacob, we'll need the help of the pack too.” you mutter, loud enough for the human to hear you before leaving the room in silence.

XXX

The frosty ground crunches beneath your feet as your dart through the dense woodland, dodging the towering trees, upturned shrubs and roots with large rocks and ridges with ease, throughout the years you'd memorised the area like the back of your hand.

From the corner of your eyes, you spot the large clearing and slowed down towards the edge of the trees, allowing your sprint to turn into a walk. The tender ground turns from soft moss and dirt to a tough, grey stone; the clearing is several meters wide and across before leading to the edge of a vast cliff.

You stood in silence as you sat on the very edge of the cliff, the toes of your shoes hanging over the edge as you look down at the thrashing waves beating against the cliff bottom. Your mind wanders as you stare out at the water, you twist the small ruby ring on your middle finger, watching as the small rays of light dance across your skin making it sparkle, a young child had once told you, “It's like you made of diamonds.”. Breathing deeply you look out at the calmness in the distance is the opposite to what was about to occur.

After a few more minutes, you notice out of the corner of your eyes a blonde haired man watching you intently, a small smile on his lips as he takes in your stance, Jasper had always admired how strong you are, the way no matter what happened, you always had a strong aura around you but with Jaspers powers, he knew exactly how you felt – scared.

He approaches you carefully, “Talk to me darlin', you've been distant.” he speaks softly, his rich southern accent peaking through, making you smile.

“I guess I'm a little sceptical about fighting Newborns again.” you admit, subconsciously running your nails softly across one of the scars that decorates your body, this one is what made you what you are today, and it covered the small patch on the middle of your shoulder.

Jasper nods slowly, his body radiates with your emotion of fear and nervousness. He wants to make you feel better but you made him promise he would never mess with your emotions, so instead, he reaches out and touches your cheek with his hand, grazing his thumb across your cheekbone tenderly. He engulfs you in a loving hug, peppering light kisses on your forehead and cheek, causing you to erupt in giggles, you pull away and look up at him, taking in the beauty of his golden eyes, thick light hair and sharp facials features, you tip-toes up to peck his lips quickly causing Jasper to smirks before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, almost of though he was attempting to keep you warm.

“Come on, let's go train some mutts.” Jasper half-joked before detaching himself from you, pushing you gently and sprinting off into the distance with you hot on his heels.

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About a mile from the training ground, you and Jasper slow down and walk leisurely the rest of the way. Everyone was wearing workout gear with the girls wearing their hair out of their faces. Carlisle and Esme are the first to greet us – Esme affectionately kisses your cheek – before you greet your adoptive brothers and sisters, Emmett is excited to start training, any excuse to show how strong he is, Rosalie is stood with a stiff upper lip as Alice chats to her excessively. A few minutes later, Edwards car screeches round the corner and stops abruptly, he jumps out before dashing round to open Bella's door, helping her out like she was made of glass.

“Are they coming?” you ask.

Edward nods silently as a growl echoes throughout the woodland and a few seconds later, eight huge wolves of a variety of difference colours and shades appear, their muzzles pulled back in a constant snarl as they approach us. The Coven opens from the circle we had created to stand in a line facing the wolf pack.

“They don't trust us to be in their human forms.” you say, breaking the silence between us all.

Edward nods, Carlisle steps forward confidently, “They came, that's what matters.” he says before turning to Edward, “Will you translate for me?”

He nods silently and approaches with Carlisle, Jasper moves us forward slightly as Alice stands by Bella and Rosalie and Emmett hold hands. You watch as a medium brown wolf with shades of ginger kept looking over at Bella, you smile gently when you realise it's Jacob. Carlisle thanks the wolves for coming, who bark or growl in response before turning to Jasper and yourself. “Jasper and Y/N have experience with Newborns,” he announces, guesting to us, “They'll teach us how to defeat them.”

Jasper nods at the creatures as you offer a friendly smile, your eyes link with the large black wolf as he takes in you for a minute before turning back to Carlisle and growled. Your stomach twisted slightly at the response to you but Edwards glance assures you it wasn't aimed directly at you.

“They want to know how the Newborns differ from us.” Edward says.

Carlisle went to speak but you interjected, “They are stronger and more lethal than us. In the first few months of our new life we are the most powerful because our human blood still lingers in our bodies.”

Jasper smirks at you, “My beautiful mate is right, that's why they are created...” a bitter tone takes over his voice as he slips into his natural deep southern accent making you watch him intently, the Major in him began to peak through making you smile and your eyes darken. The Major was someone you hadn't seen fully in a number of years, Jasper felt your arousal and turns to look at you momentarily before continuing on with what he was saying, “A Newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army and no human army can stand against them.”

Jasper took a step backwards and motions to you, “The two most important things to remember are, one; never let them get their arms around you, they'll crush you instantly, and two; never go for the obvious kill, they'll be expecting that and that's how you die.”

You turn to Jasper, “You want to go first?”

He laughed, “No my darling, ladies first.”

A small smile settles on your lips as you turn to your big brother, Emmett, you teasingly gesture at him with your index and middle finger like an old kung-fu film, he returns your smirk and both take positions, Jasper acts as a referee giving tips to us as we fight, “Don't hold back,” you tease cracking your neck.

Emmett laughs loudly before launching himself at you, for the first few moments you let him throw you about to make him overly confident before you launch yourself up his body, legs wrap around his head, you throw your body around causing Emmett to flip over onto his back, the ground beneath the pair of you shaking slightly as the dirt cakes the clothing you both wore.

Jasper smiles at you, “Never get to confident and lose focus.” he says as the pair of you separated.

Next you up was Edward and Carlisle, Jasper remaining the referee as the wolves allowed you to stand next to them, giving them tips and tricks that they can use, the wolves accepted your help, letting out noises and expressions to let you know if they want more information. You even went as far as to show them where you most vulnerable places are and where the best places to bite and claw at will be.

Jasper called you away for a minute to pair us with Rosalie, you winked at her to tease her, she always needed to be the best at something, the fight was actually a smidge harder than Emmett, Rosalie was more graceful in her moves, quicker in the sense that she was strategic but even with that, you had her in a headlock in less that ten minutes, tight enough to cause her to panic but not enough to do her any actual harm.

You allowed Jasper to train Alice, the way he smiles at her made you wince a little inside, especially because of how she blushed – not literally of course but figuratively – he was easier on her than the rest.

Once training was over, you headed back over to the wolf pack with Edward to ask if there was anything else they felt they needed to know or learn, you even offered to do one-on-one training with them so they knew what it was like to fight a vampire. The large black wolf – the Alpha, Sam – bowed his head at you.

As the rest of the Coven and pack mingled amongst themselves, you spotted Bella sitting on the bonnet of Edwards off-roader, you headed over at human speed not to startle her. She looked up from her palm and smiled at you.

“Hey.” you speak, hopping up on the bonnet with her.

Bella's aura softened, she had always been worried that you didn't like her, in that respect you were a lot like Rosalie, just softer round the edges, you trusted but when it was earned and you protect yourself with a hardened exterior because it was drilled into you during your first years as a vampire.

“You know I don't blame you, Bella.” you spoke after a few minutes, touching her arm with your hand gently. “This is all just one huge flash back for me, and Jasper.”

Bella turned to you, “How do you guys know all this stuff?” she asks, her voice in a whisper.

“We didn't exactly have the same upbringing as the rest of them,” you mutter, pulling up one of your sleeves to expose a series of bite marks all the way up, some overlapped, others weren't neat. “Battle scars.”

Bella gripped your arm and inspected them closer, you smile at her inquisitive side, before pulling up her sleeve to reveal the bite James had given her. She looks at you momentarily and you just nod, confirming silently that vampires had made the marks on you.

“How? I mean...” Bella trailed off.

You let out a small laugh, “I'm originally from England, if you couldn't tell from the accent, but when I was turned my maker realised I had a rare... ability, shall we say... he saw more benefit for him in trading me,” you say, Jasper stood several meters away, leant up against one of the large trees, listening to you, “We arrived in Texas waiting to meet Maria, the leader of the Coven my maker wanted to do a trade with but we were attacked by her Newborns, my maker was killed almost instantly but I... let's just say I cost her ten Newborns that day.”

Bella studied your face as you bit your lip, memory lane for you wasn't the happiest, “She was making an army?”

“They were apparently very common in the south, constant battles for territory. Maria always won, she was careful and smart but she one important weapon – Jasper, he was a Major in Texas Calvary, when I arrived he was in charge of training us and his ability to control emotions served her the best. She never let them live beyond a year, it was Jaspers job to –”

You swallow hard, Jasper felt a sudden wave of sadness echoing through him.

“Dispose of them.” Jasper said, appearing in front of you making Bella jump slightly, “I could feel everything they felt, the fear, the disappointment, the wondering of worry. I thought what Maria and I had was love, but I was just a puppet.”

He paused, glancing at me.

“It wasn't until Y/N arrived I realised what love what,” he laughed look at you, “She was just as stubborn and strong then as she was now, she started training the Newborns with me but she was also the one to convince me to runaway. If it wasn't for her, I have no idea what I would of done, or what I would be now.”

You smile widely and smugly, “I sound awesome right?” you wink.

Jasper and Bella laugh along with you, soon enough Edward approached us, “Come on, we better get you home.” he says, scooping Bella off the bonnet carefully before pushing you off, Jasper catches you bridal style as you flip Edward off.

Your mate hugs you into the side of him as we watch them leave, a comfortable silence settles over the clearing, everyone else had headed home leaving you and Jasper once again alone. You look up at Jasper with a loving expression.

“You saved me.” you whisper.

Jasper smirked and looked down at you, “No, you saved me and you have saved me every single day since.”

You lean up, wrapped your arms up around his neck, pulling his lips to you. The pair of you work perfectly, tongues soon battle for dominance as the kiss heats up, soon Jasper pushes you against the trunk of a tree, his forehead against yours as you both pant – unnecessarily of course but something's are just naturally going to take your breath away.

“So Major, what's you plan now?” you tease.

Jasper shakes his head at the nickname, “Well ma'am, I plan making you very happy and moaning a hell of a lot, how does that sound?”

You can't help but laugh loudly, you put on your thickest southern accent impersonation, “Well sir, that sounds mighty fine.” and wink at him.

Your mate laughs loudly before kissing you again. A smile remains on your lips throughout the kisses, you may not be like Alice and see the future but you know for sure that everything you will ever need, is right here with Major Jasper Whitlock.

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