#skin fucked up sleep fucked up brain fucked up but not anymore bitches

[tysonfurybattlepass]

worked out hard and sparred like the old days and then demolished 2 slices of costco pizza and a bowl of spinach ravioli now i go to bed. tomorrow morning i have my first physical therapy appointment. life is so good bros it’s insane

[gggukniverse]

take me down slow | jjk

title: take me down slow

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre: m, smut, established relationship au

summary: jungkook is back home from work and even if you've missed him a lot, you let him rest tonight. though, out of all night, you have a wet dream tonight. and even if jungkook is tired, he's happy to take care of you.

warnings: dom!jk sub!reader, needy reader and sleepy koo 🥹, a little bit of oral (m receiving), a little bit of fingering too, unprotected sex (pls be safe), degradation (jk calls reader a whore like one time), daddy kink, kink discovery, creampie, just basically some lazy sleepy sex... until it's not so lazy.

wordcount: 2.2k

note: HELLO !!! 🫡 this is just a little story i wrote a long time ago and since part 3 of basic needs is still a work in progress i wanted to give you something to read while you wait :) this one is not edited at all so don't expect the greatest thing. either way, i hope you enjoy it 🩷

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you open your eyes with a gasp and when you take in the dark room you realize it was just a dream. it felt too real. you can almost still feel jungkook”s hands all over your body, well, you kind of actually feel them now.

jungkook is fast asleep by your side, your legs tangled together while your arm is thrown over his middle and his is wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him even in his unconscious state.

he came home from work yesterday, it’s been almost four weeks since the last time you two were together but that’s what being an international star does to his schedule. he got home late in the afternoon and you only got to prepare dinner together and share a comfortable and much needed talk during dinner before he said he was so jet lagged and he needed to go to sleep. you needed him so bad but didn’t say a word, just went to bed with him and fell asleep together.

but out of all nights, you had to have a stupid wet dream tonight.

you’re actually sweating, your skin is hot and your underwear is starting to feel uncomfortable because you can feel it’s soaked. and jungkook is sleeping. he’s peacefully sleeping with his pouty mouth and furrowed eyebrows. you feel so bad but you need him even more, so you guess you can feel bad about it tomorrow morning.

you shift a little and get closer to his neck, giving his skin sweet little kisses as you slowly start to rut your hips against him to try and find any kind of friction on your crotch. like a bitch in heat, that’s what you feel like.

a groan escapes jungkook’s mouth at one specific suck to the side of his neck and his hand twitches where it’s placed on your waist.

“baby.” you whisper in his ear.

“yeah...” he only groans with that sleepy rasp to his voice you missed so much.

“i’m so horny.” you whine as you keep rutting against his hip.

that comment alone seems to wake jungkook up. he lifts his head a little to look down at you with what you suppose is an arched eyebrow, the little light in the room coming from the city lights through the window.

“baby.. .” he says and drops his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes again. he’s tired. you feel so bad.

“i’m sorry, i.. fuck..” you feel like crying but god, you’re so horny you don’t even think your brain is working anymore.

“it’s okay, baby.” jungkook mumbles and his hand that was on your waist goes down to squeeze one of your asscheeks out of nowhere, making you whimper on his neck.

“kook.. so horny..”

“mhm.. i know.” you swear if he keeps talking with that raspy voice you could come completely untouched.

“want you so bad.” your hand goes down to cup him over his sweatpants. he’s soft but you can definitely feel him twitching a little at the contact.

“make me hard, baby.” jungkook squeezes your asscheek again, making you moan.

“yes!” you quickly get up on your knees and throw the comforter away from his body, wasting no time in pushing his sweats down.

“good girl.” your boyfriend praises, his hand going to your hair when you bend over to blow air on his soft dick teasingly.

“missed you so much,” you take him into your hand and start giving his head little licks, feeling it slowly starting to harden on your hand. “missed your cock in my mouth.”

“missed your mouth too.” jungkook hums as he brushes your hair out of your face so he can see you.

“you’re so hot..” you whine when you feel him getting to full hardness just in a matter of seconds. you put it in your mouth, your lips wrapping around him and drowning in the groan that escapes jungkook’s mouth.

“that’s my girl.” the praise makes you so wet you could feel it running down your thighs if your underwear wasn’t soaking all of it.

you bob your head a few times to get him wet enough and pull away with a desperate moan, “kook, i need you.”

“i know, come here.” he pats his thighs. you work quickly, sitting down on his thighs and leaning down to catch his lips in a desperate kiss, trying not to grind against his cock.

“i love you.”

“i love you too baby,” jungkook chuckles fondly against your mouth. “c’mon, sit that pretty pussy on this cock, yeah?” he gives you one last kiss before putting his hands on your waist lifting the big shirt —his shirt— so he can take it off.

you’re only wearing your panties so as soon as the shirt hits the floor, jungkook groans at the sight even through te darkness in the room.

“pretty baby.” he praises, running his hands up and down your sides as you sit back on his thighs.

“i’m so wet.” you mutter, looking down at where you’re sitting in one of his thighs.

“yeah, can fucking feel it,” jungkook says. “would make you ride my thigh, but i want you on my cock,” he easily lifts you up by your hips and positions you on top of him. “take them off.”

you sit up for a second to take the ruined panties off and throw them away before sitting back down on top of him, your most sensitive part just above his cock.

“let me feel you,” jungkook brings one of his hands down and you choke on a moan when his fingers start running through your wet folds. “fuck yeah, that’s my whore, huh?”

“kook,” you whimper, grinding your hips against his hand. “fuck yes...” a little moan escapes through your lips when he slips two fingers inside.

“so little resistance, are you this needy for cock?” jungkook hums in question and you almost cry out as he slips another finger inside. you don’t tell him you’ve been using toys while he was away. either way, his fingers always feel better than any toy.

“yes, need your cock baby.”

“c’mon, sit on it.” he gives your pussy a wet slap that makes your thighs twitch for a second and then grabs the base of his cock to make it easier for you.

“okay.” you whisper and lower down, positioning on top of his cock and moaning absurdibly high when jungkook decides to drag the head of his cock through your folds.

“so wet.” he mumbles.

you think you might die if you don’t have him inside you now so you start to sink down on his cock slowly, both of you moaning in unison, until you’re sitting on top of him with his entire length inside.

“missed you so much.” you whine, feeling like you could cry.

“i missed you too baby,” he puts his hands on your hips. “so much.”

you stay there for a while, just feeling him inside as you bend down to kiss him again. he wraps his arms around you and kisses you back with so much passion you’re out of breath seconds later.

“pretty.” he looks up at you with that type of smile that makes your knees weak and you straighten up again, putting your hands on his chest for balance.

“you feel so good, kook.” you tell him because you need him to know.

“mh... yeah?” asshole.

“yes.” you moan and start grinding your hips for your pleasure, still not giving him what he wants.

“i can’t fucking see anything right now but i’m sure you’re creaming my cock so good, right?” the words make you clench around him with a whine and you hear him groan at the feeling. “so fucking tight.”

but you eventually sit up a little, letting him pull out until only his head is inside you and slowly sink down on him again. you do it slowly, still tired from how little you must’ve slept, but jungkook seems fine with it. little hums and groans escape his mouth sometimes but the time he lets out a high-pitched moan you clench so hard around him, making him moan again and grip on your hips for dear life.

“baby, god...” he breathes out. it’s clear he’s still sleepy, but it’s so fucking hot.

you lose yourself the moment his tip grazes against that spot, your hips grinding desperately for him to keep hitting it. but jungkook helps you by bending his legs a little, planting his feet on the mattress and starting to thrust up into you.

hard. you didn’t think he could be on his full potential when he’s as sleepy as he is now, but he proves you wrong fucking you so hard that you fall on top of him, your bare chest against his clothed one. yes, also the fact that he’s still half clothed and you’re completely naked makes you even wetter. but he’s slow, he gives your deep and hard thrusts but still doesn’t do it fast.

“oh my– fuck...” you breathe out against his neck, not being able to move anymore.

“feels good, baby?” he doesn’t stop fucking you, his hands also pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts so hard you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“yes daddy,” the word slips out of your mouth before you can even process it and you feel jungkook stopping completely. “fuck...” you whisper and hide your face on his neck in embarrassment. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i said that.”

“daddy?” jungkook asks and you hate the way you don’t know what he’s thinking right now.

“i’m so sorry... fuck, that was so weird– i’m sorry baby.”

“no, let daddy hear you baby.” he suddenly starts thrusting up inside you and you let out a scream.

“kook! oh my god!” he’s fast now. fast and hard. your whole body is completely limp on top of his.

“that’s not my name, babe.”

oh fuck.

“d– daddy..” you stutter because you can’t even form words right now.

“there you go.” he chuckles and fuck, how can he chuckle while fucking you so hard, you can’t even form a single thought in your brain right now.

“fuck!” you whine when his tip keeps brushing against that sweet spot. “i’m so– i’m so close, daddy.”

“gonna cum?” he hums.

“yeah...” you cry out and the chuckle he lets out makes you clench incredibly hard around his cock.

“gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”

“fuck! yeah... yes, yes, please.” you mumble dumbly, feeling closer and closer everytime he speaks.

“please what?” jungkook hums as his hips keep that punishing pace that has you seeing stars.

“please let me cum,” you beg. “please daddy.”

“cum for me, baby.”

your orgasm washes over your whole body like a wave, leaving your legs shaking as you fall completely limp on top of his body while he keeps thrusting to cum just a few seconds after.

“fuck...” jungkook groans as he fills you up, the sensation making you squirm a little on top of him. “that’s my good girl.” he mumbles as he rubs your back up and down soothingly.

“i missed you.” you say and finally lift your head up to leave a little kiss on his lips.

“i missed you too baby,” you can see his smile even through the dark. “i’m gonna turn us around, okay?” he warns and you just nod, letting him hug your waist to flip you two around so that he’s the one on top.

“it’s gonna be messy.” you giggle as he positions himself on his knees to pull out.

“it’s okay, i’ll change the sheets now.” jungkook shrugs and starts to pull out, making you hiss a little in discomfort but sigh when you instantly feel his cum spilling out of you and straight onto the sheets.

you can’t help but giggle again when jungkook sits back and looks down, like he’s admiring the view.

“like what you see... daddy?” you tease as you slide your hand down your body until you get to your pussy and slip two fingers inside.

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” he rubs his hands up and down your thighs as he keeps his eyes down where you’re gathering some of his cum with your fingers. a low groan leaves his mouth when you bring your messy fingers to your mouth and suck on them, tasting him on them.

“missed your taste.”

“you better stop that shit before i get hard again,” he warns you and you break in laughter. “wanna have a quick shower?” he asks.

“yeah, i’m a little sweaty and i feel gross.” you nod as you sit up. he nods.

“mh, i’ll change the sheets while you shower, okay? i’ll join you in a minute.”

“okay.” you smile and lean closer to him to steal another sweet kiss before getting up from the bed and making your way to the bathroom, turning the lights on first.

“baby.”

you turn around at that and jungkook looks up and down your naked body before saying, “i really missed you.”

you smile. “i missed you too.”

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A/N: i hope you liked this story !!!!! please feel free to comment or send me an ask telling me what you thought of it, feedback helps a lot ! see you in the next one :) 🫂💐

[pumpkin-writes]

i'm sorry

jax teller x reader

warnings: mature language, some mildly steamy smoochin', mostly just soft, fluffy, sappy jax. you know, what the show robbed us of.

word count: 1.1k

notes: as requested by @thisreadswhatever

i hope you enjoy, love! i had so much fun writing this 🤭 thank you again so much for your request & positive feedback on my other jax stuff ❤️

you had hardly slept. you tossed and you turned, you stared at the ceiling, you stared at the empty space in the bed that jax normally slept in. the two of you fought for hours the previous night, and ended up going to bed angry. you never went to bed angry at each other, and really you two didn't fight. but with all of the stress of the club, jax hadn't been himself lately, and he unfortunately took it out on you after dinner last night. what started as an admittedly snide comment from you about dirty dishes or something irrelevantly domestic like that turned into a screaming match between the two of you. you spewed things like "arrogant" and "mama's boy" at him, you finally broke down and told him how much you hated that he never talked to you about club stuff. and when he erupted back, he called you things like "nosey" and "ungrateful" all things that stung when you heard them, but what got you is when he called you a bitch. it wasn't what you were used to from him by any means, he typically adorned you with pet names and practically worshipped the ground you walked on.

jax knew he fucked up, the second the word left his lips. things with the club had really been getting to him, and suddenly, he felt like his world was falling apart. all his knew was the sons of anarchy, it was his legacy. but since he'd found and read his father's journals, he wasn't so sure of that anymore. he wasn't sure of most things, and he hated the uncertainty. he hated how on edge he'd been lately, working late, sometimes not even getting a chance to see you before you were off to bed. but he always came in and slipped under the covers with you and wrapped you up in his arms. god, he wished that's how last night went. just when he thought he'd been lucky enough to spend the evening with you having dinner, he had to go and fuck it up. he didn't even realize how fired up he'd gotten and how out of hand your argument got until he saw tears instantly swell up in your eyes in reaction to him calling you a bitch.

he took the liberty of sleeping on the couch, not knowing where to begin when it came to his apology. just as you barely slept, neither did jax. instead, he stared at the ceiling until the sun came up, just thinking about how he could make this up to you. was he really willing to lose you over an argument? an argument that shouldn't have even happened, he thought, but either way, the answer was absolutely not. by the time the birds started to chirp outside, he couldn't wait anymore. if he was going to do this, it had to be now, while everything he wanted to say was still fresh in his brain.

the sound of the bedroom door creaking open behind you made you go stiff. should you just act like you're asleep? before you could even decide, you felt the familiar feeling of the duvet lifting and jax sneaking under it. you bit your lip, unsure if you should just turn around and say something; tell him to leave, or tell him how upset you still were. but you stayed frozen on your side, waiting for his next move. that's when you felt him scooting closer in toward you, the warmth of his body radiating against your back. with a final, swift movement, he'd wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body flush against his.

"good morningggg," his voice was low, yet still possessed a sing-song tone that made the corner of your lips start to curl up into a smile. his hand started to work it's way up, then so gently down your arm, and jax found himself nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "i know you're awake." he mumbled into your skin before pressing a kiss to your neck, sending shivers down your spine, another kiss following not a moment after. "i'm sorry."

you sighed and finally gave up. you couldn't just sit there and pretend to sleep while he was trying so hard to get you to face him. although you still felt conflicted about all that had been said the night before, you hated not talking to him. not sleeping beside him. and he knew just how to make you weak, peppering your neck and shoulder with more and more kisses. it was kind of nice to have him so desperate for your attention and forgiveness. maybe you'd let him keep trying to prove how sorry he really was.

you shifted a bit in his grip before fluttering your eyes open to meet his baby blues. how are you supposed to stay mad at at face like that? but you kept it together, following through on making him work for it. "are you now?" the tone of your voice was so very obviously teasing him, and he knew it once he saw the cocky smirk you sported. if you wanted to play this game, he was down. "i am so," he began, all while he snaked his arms around your waist entirely, grabbing a proper hold of you. "so, so," his head dipped down and your foreheads met in the middle, "so sorry." seeing jax this way made you gush on the inside. you were starting to feel bad, almost, and you didn't see yourself playing hard to get much longer.

you were practically stuck in jax's arms, he'd been holding onto you pretty firmly and didn't intend on letting you go until he made things right with you. you'd been eye to eye, faces only inches from one another and all you could think about was his lips. his soft, beautiful, generous lips that you just couldn't take your eyes off of. and jax noticed, of course he did. he knew you wanted to kiss him, or him to kiss you, and hell, your wish was his command; no need to say it out loud.

without another second of hesitation, jax leaned into you and pushed his lips to yours hungrily. it's all you need to give in and accept his apology, returning his energy and moving in synchronization. you felt him softly bite your bottom lip, and it incites a soft moan to escape from your lip. you feel jax smile against your lips before pulling back from you, leaving you longing for him to keep going. "i knew i could make it up to you." his words made you roll your eyes, and all you could say in response was what you'd already been thinking all morning. "maybe you should be sorry more often."

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice

Prologue: Dumb Blonde

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

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“Tell me something (Y/n)?” Casey was sitting crisscrossed on her bed, teen magazine in her lap as she watched her best friend section another part of her hair in two, “Why are you so against me dating Steve?”

The said girl looked up from her spot in front of the vanity, she was almost done with twisting the last section of her hair-four more to go and she'd be done. Today- Tuesday, the normal day the two girls would have their scheduled sleepovers, sometimes it would be spent gossiping-mostly instigated by Casey-painting nails, or simply talking about their future as the afro haired did her hair. She felt safe doing her hair at her best friends, it beat staying home alone while her aunt was out on the night shift at the hospital.

“I'm not against you dating him,” (Y/n) blew out, she thought back to how things were announced earlier this week, “I just didn't like how I had to lie to Stu about what really happened.” The girl hated lying-especially when someone she cared about asked her to do it. It felt dirty lying to Stu when he asked her if Casey cheated on him with the football player, of course she did as her best friend asked of her-still didn't make it right.

Casey stiffened on the bed, her face suddenly growing red from embarrassment, “I-I know…It was really big of me to ask that of you since you're considered a good friend of his,” The blonde laid back on the bed, her lips wobbling a bit, “I'm not going to justify my actions of what I did but-I needed something else-a distraction-”

“A distraction-?”

“That was a bad way to put it! The relationship wasn't for me (Y/n)! I couldn't see myself being with him forever-”

“You should've told him that-”

“It doesn't matter anymore,” Casey snapped, her eyes seemed to hold back tears that werent even for the failed relationship, “He’s off fucking Tatum. The exact bitch I told you that would flirt with him non stop. Not to mention the way he looks at y-”

The blonde stopped herself while she was ahead. No it wasn't right to tell her about the many times Stu had spoken to Casey about (Y/n) while they were alone. The couple had even discussed a threesome with their favorite best friend in mind while they were drunk one date night underneath the stars.

Casey was fine with it, until each time her best friend laid next to her in the bed-she was filled with something that shouldn’t have been there. Something frowned upon, so when the next time her ex boyfriend mentioned it she shut it down immediately. (Y/n) didn’t deserve her first time to be like that, she needed commitment. Something she knew most guys in her school wouldn’t go for.

(Y/n) cocked her head to the side sending a questioning gaze to the blond who had her head in the clouds. She knew that the twos’ relationship isn't perfect-hell no relationship is but she thought she knew better than to cheat on someone. Man or women, it wasn't right to sleep with someone else when you had a partner already. But she had never been in a relationship, so she couldn't judge or tell her what was right or wrong in this case. So instead she'd rather distract her best friend rather than scold her.

“Sooo,” The brown skinned girl smiled softly, changing the subject, “Wanna watch a scary movie downstairs? I brought popcorn!” One thing (Y/n) could always do to deescalate a situation among friends was to suggest a scary movie, most of the time Stu and Billy would immediately stop what they were doing and join her, already arguing with what to watch as others laugh.

Casey sits up in her bed sending a sad glance her way, “The amount of scary movies you watch is honestly concerning, they're gonna rot your brain one of these days.”

She laughed in response, finishing off the last strand, “Everyone knows horror is my favorite, the main reason why I'm gonna major in film! I'm gonna be the first black female horror film director.”

Her friend smiled in response, her eyes gleaming with adoration that was beyond platonic as her gaze moved a bit downward toward her cleavage peeking out from the silk overdress Casey bought her for her sixteenth birthday. It was a good choice and suited her very well, the red lace straps sat nicely against her shoulders and seemed to make her brown skin pop out a bit.

The fun part is, (Y/n) only has enough confidence to wear sleepwear like this around her friends. So only Casey , Sidney, and Tatum only had the honor of seeing such eye candy up close. It truly felt like a dirty privilege that any man would want to see-would possible even kill to see. And they had the honor of seeing it for free, Casey truly was so lucky.

“I know you'll be, just remember me when you get all famous,” The blonde got up and passed the girls headwrap and bonnet, “I want a seat in the very first row of your movie. You better hold me tight while I scream at all the gory scenes you'll come up with.”

“I'm surprised you don't want to be one of the actors,” (Y/n) giggled softly, she finished wrapping her hair and started to put the hair products away, “You would be perfect, you're so pretty and would make all the boys in the theater go crazy.”

Casey felt herself grow warm, “And what character would I be? The final girl?”

(Y/n) smiled ruefully, “No. You would be the dumb blonde that dies first.”

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Casey’s thoughts traveled back to that night, it only happened a few days ago yet she was so restless. It was so hard going on and pretending like these feelings for her friend do not exist. She had no one to talk to about it; Sidney would tell her to be honest and go for it ‘there's several problems with that plan’, Tatum would first laugh then tell her to move out of her parents house before they kick her out, and Randy is to awkward plus its obvious that they harbor the same feelings for the girl.

Hence why she needs another distraction tonight, the main reason Steve is coming over to ‘watch’ a movie. The main plan was to obviously have her brains fucked out of her so she would forget the way her best friend looked while bending over on the bed reading a zombie comic. The girl was completely unaware that her underwear was on full display in front of Casey, driving the girl up the wall. She had to refrain from touching her and instead laid down next to her and pretended to be interested in what she was reading.

She honestly felt like she was backed off into a corner, it was obvious her parents wouldnt approve if she liked women in a sexual manner, not to mention (Y/n)’s skin color. Casey wasn’t stupid. She knew the only reason the girl was allowed into their home was because of how truly brilliant her best friend was, it shocked her parents- so much so they allowed her to hang out more in the home more than Sideny and Tatum. They deemed her a good influence, she didn't want to ruin that image of her friend just because of her feelings.

Casey just needed to keep it all in until the graduate and get her own apartment then she would consider telling (Y/n) about her true feelings. But right now she shouldn't be thinking about that, she should be thinking about the boy that's going to be on her doorstep, hungry and ready to devour her. One thing she was thankful for was her looks, she could possibly get a lot of guys if she wanted to, if it wasn't that obvious with how quick Steve was to agree to a quickie in the locker room during third period. She was desperate then, it was honestly sad that she needed another man to truly satisfy the craving for her friend that sat next to her.

The blonde finished the touches on her makeup and outfit before heading downstairs.If she was going to fake her desire for the male she might as well look good doing it, Tatum’s philosophy unfortunately. Her boyfriend should've been here by now, leave it to him to keep a girl waiting and preoccupied with her thoughts.

‘If (Y/n) were here I would be very distracted,’ The girl could imagine it. The two of them on the couch eating popcorn before Casey decided to pull her into a long sweet kiss of affection. She didn’t need sex to explain her love. Simple acts of affection would be enough. If she were here right now the girl wouldn’t hold back anymore-.

A phone rang cutting off Beckers thoughts, it was late at night and assumed her boyfriend was calling to explain as to why he was leaving his house late. She would let it slide after all she was basically using him.

“Hello,” Casey answered the phone with a polite voice she could muster, she didn't want to be rude even if she was in a mood.

“Hello,” a voice answered back, it was smooth and a tad bit seductive. The girl would be lying if she wasn't taken a bit aback by it.

“Yes?”

“Who is this?” The man questioned.

“Hmm, who are you trying to reach?”

‘Never talk too long to strangers rule number one’ (Y/n)' s voice rang out. Even as the girl was listening to someone else the girl's voice was plaguing her.

“What number is this?” The man continued to question.

“Well what number are you trying to reach?” Becker asked, the man was starting to confuse her.

“I dont know.”

“Well I think you have the wrong number” Oh so he’s just wasting time.

“What-?”

“It happens all the time. You take it easy.” Casey hung up the phone before glancing at the clock, her boyfriend still isn't here yet-the telephone rang once more much to her agitation, “Ugh, hello?’

“ I'm sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number,”

“So why did you dial it again?”

“To apologize-”

“You're forgiven. Bye now.” Her voice was even, done with the conversation.

“Wait, wait! Don't hang up-,” The girl hung up the phone.

Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door observing her surroundings now that she had just ended the phone call with the mysterious stranger who keeps calling her house. Casey notices that it’s pitch black outside in her backyard.

“What?” Casey asks now seemingly becoming just slightly annoyed with this mysterious man continuously calling her house phone repeatedly trying to get her to engage into conversations and ask her questions about things she could care less about at the moment.

“I want to talk to you for a second.” The man tries to hold on to the conversation with the blonde haired girl who is trying to end the phone call as soon as she possibly can.

“Well, they’ve got nine hundred numbers for that. Seeya.” Casey exclaims as she hangs up the phone, grinning as she goes back to cooking the popcorn on her stove.

The night continues at the Becker residence, silence taking over as nothing but big oak trees surround the house, with no neighbors in sight.

The house phone then starts to ring once again, prompting Casey to pick it up, still expecting her boyfriend to call as she awaits his arrival at her house.

“Hello,” Casey says as she speaks into the house phone as she watches the popcorn sizzle in a pot on the stove as she covers it with a lid.

“Why don't you want to talk to me?”

“Who is this?” Casey asks unbeknownst to her that it is the same person that has called her more than twice already in the past 15 minutes.

“You tell me your name I'll tell you mine,” the mysterious man tries to make a deal with her, trying to engage the young blonde into telling him more about herself seeing as she wouldn’t the last two attempts he tried calling her house.

She wanted to laugh, “I don't think so,” Casey replied, simply shaking the popcorn on the stove. If the girl's best friend was here she would be shaking her body to the beat, the girl smiles slightly at the image she created.

“What's that noise?,” He asks, trying to make out the background noises he could hear during the phone call with Casey.

“Popcorn,” She answered shortly. Casey’s demeanor goes from slightly annoyed to irritated that she can’t seem to get ready for a date night with her boyfriend who has yet to arrive at her home without this stranger constantly calling her and distracting her from her tasks.

“You're making popcorn?” asks curiously from the other side of the line.

“Uh-huh,” Casey replied bored. The conversation was really strange and getting a bit too long, she wondered why she was still on the phone in the first place.

“I only eat popcorn at the movies,” He informed. The girl's mind went back to her best friend once more, her laying back in the movie seat, manspreading in excitement as another kill took place on the movie screen.

“I'm getting ready to watch a movie,” she says to him, walking over to the counter of the aisle sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Casey now leaning her body over the aisle as she starts an interesting conversation with him.

“Really? What?” The man seemed a bit too interested for her liking.

“Just some scary movie my friend suggested,” To (Y/n) and Randy it wasn't just some movie, it was one of the best scary movies storyline wise and had the two in an ever loving chokehold.

“Do you like scary movies?” The man purred.

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

“(Y/n)? Is that your friend?” The girl froze for a minute deciding whether or not to answer, it was a stranger and there could be several girls with that name so he couldn't possibly know which one she was talking about.

“Hello?”

“Yes. She is,” Casey whispered into the phone, “One of the best.”

“Oh,” He replied softly, “What's your favorite movie to watch with her?”

Casey moves away from the stove and takes a seat at the kitchen counter right in front of the glass door, “I don't know. There's so many,” She laughed softly.

“You have to have a favorite,” The man was insistent, “You seem very fond of her, I'm sure there's a movie you both enjoy the most.”

She thinks for a moment, from all the found memories of the two spending time with each other. Stu cut in sometimes during the memories making her stomach churn as she thought about one night the two wouldn't stop talking about Alien, she felt left out even though her friend tried to include her. So to warm her spirits she thought of the very first horror movie they watched alone together, (Y/n) snuggled up into her side and ate buttered popcorn like a delicacy.

“Uh..Halloween. You know, the one with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the babysitters. What's yours?” She had given him too much information already and it was his turn.

“Guess.”

“Uh,....Nightmare on Elm Street.” (Y/n) would have probably guessed a lot better. She had a thing for slashers.

“Is that the one the guy had knives for his fingers?” The mysterious guy tries to pry more information out of the clueless girl.

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger,” Casey answered, starting to walk out of her kitchen and to a different area of the house, leaving her popcorn cooking and unattended on the stove as it still continues to pop fresh buttery kernels.

“Freddy-Thats right. I like that movie. It was scary,” The man seemed pleased that Casey was now participating in the conversation that he had been longing to have with her all evening.

“Yeah, the first one was, but the rest of them sucked though,” Casey laughed as she walked through the halls of the main level in the house, locking doors that would lead access to entry and as an exist to the estate, “(Y/n) said he had the potential to be the best slasher, but the directors ruined it.”

The man went silent for a long moment, making the blonde's nerves go on edge, “This (Y/n) girl, are you guys a thing?”

The girl's blood ran cold, “What?”

“I'm asking if she's your girlfriend, you keep bringing her into the conversation,” The man chuckled lightly, “I wont judge if-”

“No!” She denied quickly with a yell, “I-I mean, no, we're not together.”

“Ah, so you and her have boyfriends?”

Casey giggled nervously, “Why? Are you trying to ask one of us on a date?”

“Maybe. So do you guys have boyfriends?” the male uttered the question again.

“No.” Casey suddenly felt a bit flirtatious with the male, she knew her best friend would have been disappointed with her actions but this was the most fruitful distraction she has had in awhile, “And my friend would have to know you before she would even consider going on a date with you. Although, she might let you slide if you buy her dinner and watch a marathon of scary movies.”

He let out a deep chuckle, “I'll keep that in mind.” it was silent for another moment before he continued, “You never told me your name, but you told me your friends.”

Casey disregarded the last comment and twirled her hair, “Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at,” The man replied simply.

Casey spun her body like lightning towards the glass door, her heart hammered in her chest as the words sunk in, “What did you say?”

“I want to know who I’m talking to,” He faked his sentence innocently.

“That's not what you said,” The girl snapped, heading towards the lights.

“What do you think I said?” he questioned.

Casey surveyed the backyard illuminated by the light. The tree's shadows seemed to move with the branches as she looked around for any sign of the seemingly intruder over the phone on her property. There's no one there. She turns the lights out as she hears the popcorn pop in the kitchen.

“I have to go now,” she gritted out in fear. She shouldn’t have been so stupid, out of all the scary movies she's watched with her best friend she knew better than to talk to strangers over the phone or simply alone.

“Wait-I thought we were going to go out?” He faked disappointment.

“Nah , I don't think so,” Casey on the fritz of an anxiety attack.

“Don't hang up on me,” He warned, there was an edge to his tone, he seemed to be losing his patience. “And don't you dare call (Y/n) either-!”

The girl was so scared she missed the last part of his sentence, “Gotta go.” She hung up the phone once again before running to the glass door and locking it. She starts to move to the stove before-the phone rings again as she's sliding the popcorn off the stove.

She answers with a hopeful prayer that it's her boyfriend calling with an explanation, “Yes?”

“ I told you not to hang up on me,” The strange man now seemed to calm as he said it to Casey for the fourth time, calling her tonight.

Now fear started to enter her body as she began to look around her housing, baffled as to why this man that she does not recognize on the other end of the line of the phone, would ask her such a question.

“What do you want?” Casey asks the man as she tries to piece together how this man could possibly state that when she doesn’t even know who she's on the phone to begin with.

“To talk,” the man simply states to her on the other end of the line.

“Dial someone else, okay,” she frantically states as she then hangs up abruptly on him, now showing clear signs of irritation and fear, as it pans over her face and body as she starts to move her left arm up and down, stating to the stranger now showing she is far from interested in what once seemed to be a platonic phone conversation with a random stranger to a now seemingly creepy stalker type of scenario.

Now walking back into the kitchen to finally attend to her popcorn, the phone rings once again. Casey, finally being fed up, decided to answer the phone and rip the creepy man a new one.

“Listen asshole-,” Casey tries to finish her rant, but before she could even get a few words out to voice her feelings the killer beat her to it.

“NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?” The man yells, fed up that the young Becker girl wouldn’t play into his shenanigans and games he was trying to engage her in.

Nothing was heard on either side of the phone as the man had finally gotten Casey’s full attention and now he would be able to set his plan into motion with her.

Not able to fully grasp the events of the conversation that just took place only seconds ago over the phone, Casey promptly asks the man, “Is this some sick joke?” To which he replied to her with, “More of a game,” in a playful yet serious manner.

Casey is now eyeing the outside of her house from the inside of her kitchen as she is still on the phone with the man, she then makes a beeline straight for her front door. Noticing that it’s unlocked, she then takes the opportunity to lock it at that very moment.

“I’m two seconds from calling the police.” Casey exclaimed to the man as panic started to settle in that someone is watching her ,and has possibly been watching her for who knows how long.

“They’d never make it in time.” The man sneers into the phone, causing Casey to push her face into the front door. Using the peephole, Casey tries to see if she can spot anyone on her front porch or yard, thinking that this could just be some sick prank that one of her friends or her boyfriend, who has still yet to show up to her house, could be playing on her. However, seeing that the front porch was empty and with no one in sight, set a newfound terror in Casey Becker’s stomach.

“What do you want?!” She uttered in complete fright, she couldn't see the man no matter how much she was trying to. He was stalking her , circling around her in the shadows of the trees that she couldn't see.

“To see what your insides look like,” The male smiled into the phone, it was a domino effect as he watched the girl's face go slack in terror, the face he’d been waiting all night to see. His smile is short lived as she hangs up once more throwing the phone onto the side table, it was okay, the plan is still being set in motion.

He leaned against the tree as he watched the girl look towards the front door, his partner was ringing it, obviously growing impatient from waiting for their two kills for tonight. They both were masterminds, this was another successful step forward into the biggest thing that they both wanted.

“Who's there?” She called out to the door, another chime rings out causing the girl to move towards the sound, she repeats her sentence louder this time. Not daring to open the door, she was smarter than that. When she realized there was going to be no answer she realized this was getting out of hand, she needed the police. Just as she grabbed the phone it rang once more.

Casey brought it up closer to her ear trembling, she didn't want to speak to the man any more, so she waited for him to speak again through the phone. And that he did.

“Your friend is a horror movie fanatic and you're calling ‘Who’s there?’,” the man let out a disappointed tsk, “Didn't she tell you that's practically a death wish?”

She did, but she wasn't going to tell him that, “Look, enough is enough. You had your fun, now you better leave me alone or else!” Casey, clutched against the wall trying to gain her bearings.

“Or else what?” It was a dare for her to speak the threat, she needed to phrase her words wisely. It's too bad she was making all kinds of bad decisions tonight.

“My boyfriend will be here any second and hell be pissed if I tell him-”

“I thought you didn't have a boyfriend? I thought you had a thing for girls?”

‘Oh shit,’ Casey thought in her head, “How did this guy know so much about me and my personal life? Is it really that noticeable that I have a thing for Y/N?!? I thought I hide my feelings very well in public so people wouldn’t suspect anything between us or assume the worst.”

Finally deciding to answer his question, Casey admits to the truth. “So what if I lied? I do have a boyfriend and he’ll be here any second and your ass better be gone,” she decides to try to match energy with this sicko on the other end of the phone.

“Sure…”The man states as he doesn’t believe any word Casey utters, as if her threat held no weight to its end.

“I swear it. And he’s big and plays football and will beat the shit out of you,” she states with venom dripping from her voice.

“I’m getting scared,” the man states to her, obviously not scared of her empty threats.

“And I’m really telling the truth this time so you better leave,” the girl states thinking that her saying that could scare this man off, but Casey should have known that this was only the beginning of the ending of her sad foreshadowed ending that she was warned about beforehand.

“And this boyfriend of yours, Steve, wouldn’t happen to know about the thoughts you have running in your head about that best friend of yours, (Y/n), would he?” the stalker asks with a small fake gasp, making Casey’s eyes go wide, causing her to turn her body around with horror striking her face.

“How do you know his name?” Becker uttered in shock.

“Go to the back door and turn on the porch light- again,” The instructions rolled off his tongue in waves, sending chills down her spine. She did as told, her steps unsteady like her breathing, moving from the front door-to the kitchen-and finally the glass doors. She found the lights and licked them on.

“OH GOD!” Caseys scream filled the house as she stood watching her boyfriend being tied and gagged to the chair in front of the glass doors. His eyes looked at her desperately asking for help, blood streaking down his face, he seemed to take a beating-but was alive nonetheless.

Her hand moved to the lock of the door, intuitively wanting to help, “I wouldn't do that if I were you,” The man scolded on the other end.

“Where are you?” She cried helplessly, all her spunk gone.

“Guess,” He teased.

Her eyes scanned the year-the trees, all around the porch the man was nowhere to be found. She gave up, “Please don't hurt him,” She was actually surprised she was begging for his life. She really didn't truly love him or anything, but no one deserves to die.

“That all depends on you,” His words had their weight.

“Why are you doing this?” Casey honestly wanted to know, she hadn't crossed anyone other than Stu and possibly Tatum, but they both weren’t capable of murder.

“I wanna play a game,”

“No-,”

“Then he dies. Right now.”

“No!” She begged

“Which is it?” He gritted on the phone. The male watched the girl stare back at the big jock through the door, the big dude was crying too-almost fooled him that he was crying for his girl rather than his own life.

“What kind of game?” She complied.

“Turn off the light,” He ordered.

She did as told, much to her boyfriend's dismay as he tried calling her name through the gag on his mouth. “Here's how we play. I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.”

“Please don't do this,” She rips the lamp cord from its socket, darkening the room. If she couldn't see the killer then she didn't want him to see her.

“Come on, it'll be fun! I know (Y/n) would have loved it,”

Casey frowned and whimpered, “No, she wouldn't”

The male did his best to ignore the bitches comment, “It's an easy category, Movie Trivia.”

“Please,” She begged again.

“I'll even give you a warm up question,” The male replied nicely, “Name the killer in Halloween-”

“No,”

“Come on, It's you and (Y/n)’s favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters-”

“Micheal….Micheal Myers,” She whimpered.

“Yes!” Casey sighed, relieved the answer was correct, it was short lived. “Now for the real question.”

“No!” She was hysterical.

“But your doing so well-”

“Go away and leave us alone! That includes (Y/n)!”

“Then answer the question. Same category,” The girl was still a whimpering wet mess on the floor, “Name the killer in Friday the 13th.”

Becker jumped up in relief, “Jason! Jason! It's Jason!” There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, the girl thought they were finally free-.

“I'm sorry. Thats the wrong answer,”

“It's Jason! I've watched the movie twenty goddamn times!” Casey was beyond angry at this point, all the times she watched the movie with Stu and (Y/n) were all for naught?

“It's the wrong answer, if you've watched it that many times you would know that Mrs. Vohes was the original killer Jason didn't appear until the sequel,” The male laughed behind the phone, “Lucky for you there's a bonus round-but for poor Steve-im afraid-hes out.”

The girl heard the noise before she saw the murder first hand, her boyfriend's muffled screams echoed outside, and she could practically hear the tearing of flesh through the screen door. The lights cut on giving her a good view of his dead corpse, she screamed out a choked sob as she reached for the lights again turning them off hoping the killer would just leave her alone.

“Now answer my next question,”

“Please leave me alone,”

“What door am I at?”

“What,” Casey couldn't think straight at this point, she was too terrified.

“There are two doors to your house. A front one and a back one. If You answer correctly-you get to live,”

It was a lie obviously.

The blonde looked in the varying directions, looking from the directions of the doors and strategizing how she could possibly escape outside and to the road without the intruder catching her. She felt useless, she was going to die in this house without saying goodbye.

“Don't make me,” Casey pleaded, “I cant-I wont.”

“Your Call,”

The girl only had a second to scramble over towards the table to grab a knife as the glass door broke with a lawn chair. Glass seemed to slow down as the intruder emerged, what shocked her the most was the black robe with a screaming white mask of a ghost. If she wasnt so terrified she would laugh and commence the costume, but the knife in the man's hands glimmered in the light, causing her blood to run cold.

Casey runs to the window slowly sliding it up as she hears the man make his way through the foyer, with hate she slips through the window, at the last second she fumbles the knife dropping it. Muttering a curse she decides to leave it as races to the corner of the house outside.

She was almost there to the yard, moving between the fence and the house, the only obstacle was the two curtainless glass windows she would have to pass without him noticing. She peeks into another window watching the killer open a closet searching for her, taking a chance she skips the second window and moves down to the third. Casey peeks her head up again, only to let out a blood curdling scream with the masked figure staring back at her. The masked man thrusts his fist through the glass grabbing her arm, only to be stopped with her throwing a punch to his face.

Casey took this chance to run further into the yard, rounding the corner seeing headlights in the distance. Her parents were home early, without second thought she tears off towards them, awaiting safety from the murder. Her hope didn't last long when the ghost masked killer appears, grabbing her, raising the gleaming metal high before striking it down once more.

She dropped to the ground, clutching her chest as red blooms staining her cream sweater, she chokes on her cries. The ghostface tries to strike down again only to be kicked away in response. Casey stagers over to the front porch, her parents staring at the ajar door.

“Maa,” It was choked out and gurgled, she was choking on her own blood as she watched her parents head inside. Casey stayed lying on the ground outside by her house as she would gasp for deep breaths, hoping they would help better the airflow of the injuries she received from the masked killer. As she laid there she could hear the heavy footsteps of the slasher near her.

Looking up had to be the worst mistake in her life because then Casey realized the harsh truth her best friend told her that same evening only a few hours early. As she laid there on the ground, the killer took the opportunity to stab her once again making it the final blow for her. It wasn't for naught she got to see her killers face, tears slide down as she realized her best friend would be left with the monster much to her dismay.

And with her dying breath, Casey Becker gasped out, “(Y/N) was right, the dumb blondes do always die first in horror movies.” and with that last breath from the girl, her chest stopped rising and she was finally dead.

Much to the satisfaction for the unknown killer, but to the rest of the town of Woodsboro, California, Casey Becker’s death wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last for sure.

[kiseiakhun]

(nsfw)

read on ao3

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Alright.

Alright, so, the kid is hooking up with Wally. That... makes more sense than it doesn't, actually, considering how they bicker. It was only a matter of time before they jumped each other. Had been jumping each other. Honestly, they're barely keeping it discreet. Probably the only reason Hal hadn't noticed sooner is because he barely spends time on Earth anymore.

He just wishes they weren't proving his suspicions right on his bed. That he sleeps on.

His bed. Not Kyle's, or at least, the bed that Kyle is currently sleeping in, because the kid had somehow gotten it in his head that Hal's spare room is meant for him. "The beds on the watchtower are uncomfortable," he says, every time he has to stay on Earth for more than two days, "and it's not like anyone is staying with you," and "every time I stay with the Titans I get sucked into teenager drama," and "you're the only one with a place on Earth anymore, please please please please please?"

Which is a lie, by the way. Alan still has his mansion, and he knows Bruce keeps a place around for Kyle because he's soft on the kid. And none of it matters, because Hal always says yes. Kyle's right. It's not like anyone is using his spare room, anyway.

"You're such an asshole," he hears Kyle hiss, through the cracked-open door, and then, "ow! Stop biting me!" He really needs to start learning how to say 'no' to Kyle. It's been years, he's made up for the whole Parallax thing, right? Right.

"Then hurry up," Wally insists. "I didn't come to hear you bitch and whine."

"In case you forgot, I didn't ask you to come. You invited yourself." There's the shuffle of bodies, the creak of Hal's ancient bedsprings. Unwittingly, Hal conjures an image of Kyle. And Wally. And their paper-thin uniforms that they create out of nothing. Would they even need to take anything off? Touching Kyle is like touching bare skin.

And that's a dangerous line of thought. No. Nope.

"I came to see Hal, not you," Wally insists. "And speaking of, hurry up, before he comes back."

There's a seconds-long pause.

"Really?" Wally asks.

"Shut up," Kyle replies, sounding flustered.

"Freak." Wally can't be too offended, if the rocking of the bed and Kyle's low moan is any indication. "Of course you'd like that, you shameless exhibitionist."

"Like you're any better." There's the sound of flesh on flesh. Of lips on skin. Hal stares at the sliver of afternoon light spilling through the crack on the door like it holds all the answers. His pants feel tight. Maybe he should start using his front door instead of flying in through the window. John had lectured him enough on the security threat of an always-open window. So had Bruce, but Hal doesn't care about Bruce's opinion. Kyle also insists on the open window, for his oil paintings to dry.

Hal really needs to start saying no to the kid.

"What are you doing?" Kyle asks, sounding strangled.

"Did you leave your brain in space?" Wally's voice is breathy. Hal is rooted in place. "What does it look like I'm doing, dumbass?"

"I am not fucking you today." Kyle's voice is a tight hiss. "We're on Hal's bed!"

"Oh, so you'd grope me on Hal's bed, but you won't fuck me on Hal's bed?"

"I'm not getting lube on his sheets! He doesn't have a washing machine!"

"Unbelievable," Wally says. "When did you get so uptight? Did space turn you into a prude, too? I thought lanterns were supposed to be sluts."

"You're a slut." Kyle sounds aggrieved. "You really can't live without my cock for one day? You're the one who says we should make this qu-ick-"

"I'm always quick." Wally sounds far too smug for someone who just basically admitted he can't last in bed. The wet noises get louder. "And stop being so precious, I know you've jerked off on this bed."

"Fuck," Kyle hisses. "That's different, you a-asshole." His breathing gets heavy. "Me t-touching myself doesn't mean bringing lube-stained sheets to the laundromat."

Hal feels dizzy. Kyle. Touching himself. On Hal's bed.

He should really leave. He should've left ten minutes ago. He should've left as soon as he flew in through the window and heard Wally and Kyle rolling in the sheets, hissing and spitting at each other like cats. The sheets. On his bed. On Hal's bed, that they are on, right now.

Kyle takes too many liberties with Hal's stuff. Kyle waltzes into his life like a little diva and takes Hal's time and his home like he's entitled to it, wheedling and pouting and nagging Hal until he folds to his every request. He sleeps in his bed, leaves crumbs on the couch cushions, and stinks up the apartment with his paints and canvases and half-drunk cups of coffee. Against his will, Hal knows what gesso is, and fixative, and the dangers of tossing oil paint rags in the trash. He keeps pulling sketchbooks out from under tables, and pillows, and under the bed and behind the bookcase and, once, in the spice cabinet, tucked into the furthest corner. It might still be there, actually. Kyle's still here, in his bed, in his life, flitting around like a moth that won't leave.

And now he's fucking Wally in Hal's room. Not the spare bedroom, but Hal's. He's touched himself in that bedroom. And God, Wally. Hal can't think of Wally. He's known Wally since he was a kid, since he was a bright-eyed little rascal looking at Barry like he's the best thing in the world.

This is so, so wrong.

"Stop worrying," Wally tells Kyle, that breathy tone still in his voice, that breathy, aroused voice that Hal shouldn't listen to, he should not be listening to. "No one cares about - hah. About what you do."

"Are you trying to be nice?" Kyle's voice has the same strain to it. "Because if you are, you're, ngh. You're really bad at it."

"I'm not." Wally somehow manages to sound both unimpressed and turned on at once. Hal wonders what they're doing, wonders at their position. From context, Wally's probably on top of Kyle. Is Kyle sitting up, or lying down? Hal imagines it. Imagines Kyle holding Wally's hips, or his ass, fingers denting the jagged red edges of his uniform, ripped open just enough to ease Kyle's cock into him. And Kyle, in the last thing Hal saw him in, wearing Guy's football jersey and a pair of tiny shorts that ride up enough to show the curve of his ass when he bends over-

More rustling. The sound of a body being flipped over.

"Fucking brat," Kyle spits. "I'll make you shut up."

Hal should really leave.

He reaches for his pants. Squeezes his erection. And doesn't move.

[heeseung-min]

[22:11]

You were stunned.

Speechless.

Or maybe scared.

You just discovered that your boyfriend, Sunghoon is a vampire. You were following him thinking to scare him but he already did that to you without realizing.

You looked to the victim and recognised the face quickly. The poor student was Beomgyu. He had just talking to you these past few days. You watched how Sunghoon tear the skin and even burn the body so the body will not be found. You couldn't watch more and quickly ran from there.

Baby, where are you?

You just stared on the screen. Your body was shaking very hard and still can't get rid of the scene from your brain. You couldn't believe that your boyfriend did that.

It was midnight and you were still not at home. You can't bring yourself to go home when you finally knew the truth about your boyfriend. You cannot pretend that everything is okay.

At the same time, it was also a bad decision to stay out alone at the park at this time because bad things can happen at anytime. Unfortunately, your fate seems to be bad today.

"You are y/n, right? Sunghoon's girlfriend?"

You turned to the voice with confuse expression. It was a tall man and you never see him anywhere. The man was smirking and you can sense there will be many bad things come.

"Who are you?"

"Where is Sunghoon?"

"What the fuck? I asked who are you?"

"And I asked you where is Sunghoon?"

"I don't know. Find it yourself."

You finally said and stood up from the bench to walk away from the man but you instead you met with the other two man. They were slowly walked closer to you and surrounding you so you couldn't run away.

"If you guys touch me, I will scream."

"You're funny, Y/n. It's midnight. How can people hear you, honey?" One of them said while chuckling but you were feeling scared. You lowkey hopping your boyfriend go out searching for you.

Your thoughts got interrupted when one of them choking you harshly.

"Tell me where is your boyfriend?"

"I-.....let me- fucking-...go-"

"God, this girl is stubborn. AHH- FUCK."

The man throw you to the tree so sudden when he felt you kicked him at the middle. You were winced because the throw was so hard then quickly stood up and tried your best to run away.

"You think you can run from us? Bitch, you are weak!!!"

You screamed when you felt your hair got pulled and once again you got thrown to the ground. You couldn't move because it was really hurt your back. You were already bursting the tears and hoping there will be a miracle.

"Stay the fuck away from her."

The three men looked behind them to find out it was Sunghoon's voice. The vampire hunters were smirking when they (thought) they finally can eliminate the strongest vampire in history.

"I didn't expected your girlfriend will be a normal human, Sunghoon. I expected something more. No wonder she's so weak."

Sunghoon took a glance at your near unconscious body. He couldn't take it anymore. These vampire hunters were being too much. He will not let them get away freely after what they had done to you.

"You think you can kill me? I am the strongest vampire and all of you just a tiny dust to me."

Without talking more, Sunghoon made his attack to those vampire hunters. Like what he had said, he is strongest vampire and nothing could kill him not even three vampire hunters. After he finished all of them and turned them to ashes, he ran to you and hugged your body to give some warmth.

"Y/n, baby. I'm here. They will not hurt you anymore."

"...Hoon....hurts.....it hurts..." You were whimpering and your boyfriend touched your back and the wound that was on your back was heal already. But, you still feel tired from all the running.

"Let's go home, okay?"

It took you three days to woke up from the sleep you had. It came to the point Sunghoon thought there was something wrong and asked Heeseung about it but fortunately the older said you were just tired and shocked from what had happened.

"You really should tell her about that, hoon? At least she can prepare herself when facing this problem again. If you were late yesterday, I think those vampire hunters will do something bad to her."

Sunghoon clenched his fists at the thought. The vampire hunters already dead but he still not satisfied with the fight yesterday. He hummed at what Heeseung said and went to the bedroom to see you after the man just left.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better. Thanks Hoon."

Sunghoon hugged you closer. He felt really grateful and regret at the same time for not coming earlier to save you from the danger. You too were relief at the thought of your boyfriend saving you.

"I am vampire, y/n. Those three men who were chasing you were vampire hunters. They were tried to get rid of me for years already but obviously all of them failed and turned to the ashes."

"Is- Is why you did to Beomgyu too?"

"Yeah."

"You knew I followed you?"

"Of course, y/n. I can smell you. I think that's also the reason why you didn't come home, right?"

You nodded slowly feeling guilty when your brain accusing him many things. Your boyfriend smiled and kissed you softly before hugged your body to hide his smirk.

The truth is Beomgyu is just an ordinary human. He was jealous looking at your both interaction because only him can talk with you not Beomgyu but, since you already thought Beomgyu was also vampire hunter he just go along with it.

"I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too."

🤡so, how is it? I already said I will not post anything until 30th but here I am doing it because I JUST- I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO POST😔👎 also my last exam will be on Tuesday and then I will be free 🤧🤧and this is also the first time i wrote abt vampire gosh please forgive me if it is so cringe or too bad😌👎

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[jannwrites]

movie ask meme : JACOB'S LADDER (1990) directed by BRUCE JOEL RUBIN.

a selection of lines from the 1990 film jacob's ladder. modified slightly for rp purposes.

don't leave me.

yeah, you and everyone else.

fuck off! mind your own business!

i didn't want to wake you.

it is tomorrow. four a.m. how come you're so late?

why can't you remember their names?

they're biblical. they were prophets.

i don't let anybody call me that.

you're a real heathen, you know that, [name]?

you sold your soul, remember? that's what you told me.

is that the one who died?

sorry. it just took me by surprise. i didn't expect to see him this morning. god, what i wouldn't ...

he was the cutest little guy. like an angel, you know. he had this smile ...

i don't like things that make you cry.

it's amazing, huh [name]? your whole life, right in front of you.

they're gonna get me. they'll tear me to pieces.

i never hurt anybody when i was alive.

i don't understand you philosophers.

she said you were a son of a bitch and she regrets the day she set eyes on you.

i think she still loves you.

my brain is too small an organ to comprehend this chaos.

you know, you look like an angel, [name], an overgrown cherub. anyone ever tell you that?

this city is filled with creatures. everywhere.

they're like demons, [name].

it's the pressure, honey. that's all it is.

those guys tried to kill me tonight. they were aiming right at me.

says here the world's comin' to an end. the battle of heaven and hell they call it.

listen to me. i'm going out of my fucking mind here.

let me look at your hand.

according to this, you're already dead.

you are out of your mind, man. out of your fuckin' mind.

[name], you little devil. you never told me you could dance like that.

i wanna leave. get me out of here.

go to hell! go to hell, goddamn you!

if you go crazy on me you're goin' crazy by yourself. you understand?

there were all these demons and i was on fire.

i thought you said it was a nightmare?

i'm not going anywhere. i'm right here, [name].

come on, go back to sleep. you can still get a couple of hours.

you must have friends in high places, that's all i can say.

it's not worth it. you'll never win.

how many times can you die, huh?

god i hate this area. makes me nervous.

i'm not sure where i can talk anymore.

something's wrong, [name]. i don't know what it is but i can't talk to anybody about it.

you always used to listen, you know?

they've been followin' me. they're comin' outta the walls.

sometimes i think i'm just gonna jump outta my skin.

i don't know who they are, or what they are. but they're gonna get me and i'm scared, [name].

it's like i was coming apart at the seams.

they keep telling me i'm already dead, that they're gonna tear me apart, piece by piece, and throw me into the fire.

it's like they're crawling out of my brain.

he saw these creatures coming out of the woodwork. they were tryin' to get him, he said.

it's not worth goin' over again and again. whatever happened, happened. it's over.

i'm gettin' a headache just listenin' to you.

so tell me. am i still an angel?

this is your home. you're dead.

i'm not dead. i am not dead.

this is not a dream! this is my life.

i was in hell. i've been there. it's horrible. i don't want to die, [name].

you're a regular basket case, you know that?

you know what eckart said? the only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life; your memories, your attachments. they burn 'em all away.

they're not punishing you. they're freeing your soul.

i'm not here. you haven't seen me.

the truth can kill, my friend.

hey, i'm not the problem. you've got bigger problems than me.

don't fight it. it's your own mind. it's your own fears.

it's hard to believe that the world could be so hellish on day and like heaven the next.

i love you when you're angry.

hello, [name]. i knew you'd come here in the end.

your capacity for self-delusion is remarkable.

you're a real dreamer, you know that? only it's time to wake up.

if you're frightened of dying you'll see devils tearing you apart. if you've made your peace then they're angels freeing you from the world.

[zairas-realm-gateway]

cw: slight mental health rant and slight mention of resisting self harm

I dunno what's wrong with me recently.

The past two weeks or so, I've just had terrible mental health.

I'm lonely and sad all the time but also don't have the social battery to talk to people or even RP.

And recently I've just been really down on myself. I don't feel creative enough or inventive enough. Or smart or skilled. When RPing, I always feel my replies are dumb and boring and depressing (because I'm a depressed bitch). and a good chunk of time I just wonder why people RP with me.

I *know* this is all wrong. I've had many RP partner tell me they love writing with me so my style or characterization must be enjoyable. I've made lots of nice friends who genuinely enjoy what I write and draw. So why do I feel so negative and pathetic lately?!

So, really, I know all this negativity is internal.

I don't want to be depressing on main but sometimes I just need to get all this root rot out of my brain but I just need to scream because it's so much. I can't stand being in my mother's house anymore. I feel like I am going insane. My body desperately wants to revert to my old coping mechanism of biting myself, pulling my hair, and clawing my skin open. But I put so many years of hard work into not doing those things anymore. But it's such a struggle not to when just hearing my mother's voice makes me want to scream and throw things (I do neither though).

I keep wanting to vent and bitch about my life to my friends but the friendships are new and fresh. I don't want to smother them with this soulcrushing anguish that wells up into my head every fucking day the past two weeks. My friends are going through their hardships. I have a nice warm roof over my head, food to eat, and I'm starting to move to a new apartment. so, what do I have to complain about? Why can't I just calm down and stop being so stupid?!

I think this whole moving into my new apartment and unable to have energy to convert to creative projects is making me feel jumbled up inside. I'm caught between sleeping at my parent's house and moving stuff into the apartment.

I just feel so tangled into rotting knots every fucking day

[slepyicarus]

Mc!Monday

this will be confusing but Icarus first fell in love with levi, who confessed before Icarus realized he also loves belphie, aka the pretty dream boy, aka the dude is working on freeing.

we know the drill so well, Lavendel already judges me for typing it out instead of having this presaved somewhere. Challenge is by @obeythedemons

Prompt: Uhoh! MC realizes they have feelings for a character! How do they react?

Tags: established relationships, ooc levi (he worked with icarus together on healthy communication), lucifer being worried, cursing, slight panic on the low, meantion of snake and cat

Calm crystal sounds mixed with the soft chirps of nightengales, soft rain and wind flowing through the summer leaves of a forest sounded through the tall room which Icarus resides in. Waking up sounded terrible at that moment for him. He'd rather slip back into the dreamscape of the prettyboy with midnight blue hair which looked like it was dipped into moonlight to turn the tips a soft white and continue looking at him while they talked and laughed. Stars, his laugh was pretty and sounded so innocently happy too...

Hold the fuck up.

Icarus sat up suddenly waking up both the sleepy calico sleeping next to him as well as the snake that slept on his chest now laying in his lap while he staring onto his soft dark purple weighed blanket. '

Pretty??? Innocently?? And since when am i thinking in the way i write stories like????, Icarus thoughed confused. He sounded like when he had that massive crush in 5th class. Shaking his head to get the ridiculous thought of having a crush on someone else beside his jealous boyfriend and he only meet in his dreams was as absurd as pink flying kittens appearing before him.

Starting to get up and do his morningt stretches, popping all his heavy from sleep joints, he scooped up his snake as he headed towards his shower, letting his cat continue to sleep.

Yeah, a shower will help surely! Always the best way to clear my head... Oh shit I forgot my phone!

Wiping across his wide bathroom mirror Icarus stared into his own tired green eyes. It didnt help...Why cant I get his stupidly handsome face outta my head! ...I really just called him Handsome didnt i?, Icarus let a massive sigh escape him while he wiped his right hand over his face, his other hand holding him up on the black marble top. He continued staring at his reflection for a few minutes, Ignoring the soft boops of his sweet snake Henry. He sighed again grabbing his skin care products and phone to listening to the news and weather forecast while he did the carefully by asmo crafted morning skin routine plus his make up routine while trying to repeat his affirmations as one does in the morning.

Which, respectfully, was kinda tricky as his brain always tried to swim towards two very pretty but equally as tired eyes and the warm touch of two very slim pale hands as well as that slightly slipped up T-Shirt that let the slightest bit of dancer abs show...

Icarus slammed his concealer on the top of the marble, possibly cracking it. "Stop it, Bitch. You ain't fucking 10 anymore. You dont have time to dream about some pretty boytoy. You have shit to deal with ontop of the brother's chaos and you already HAVE. A. BOYFRIEND. Get it together for fucks sake!", the exchange student scolded his reflection in the mostly fogged up mirror who stared back slightly blushed. Taking his color correction his covered up his blush and continued to work makeup into his pale face to look slightly more alive and alert before throwing on his uniform and heading down to deal with breakfast duty before Beel returned from his morning training and raided the fridge...again.

"Icarus, is everything alright?", the sudden voice of Lucifer pulled the Halfdemon out his day dream making him notice he had now a very crispy almost burned sunny side up. Cursing he took the egg out the pan burning himself in his panic slightly letting him yelp. Shaking his head the Avatar of Pride walked up to him and healed the slight burn to which the exchange student smiled embarrassed "Sorry, M'lord..Im a bit distracted from last nights dream.." "Was it a pleasant dream or another night terror?", Rolling up his sleeves Lucifer took over the frying, still he looking at the shorter. In turn said shorter demon soften his expression and starting to smile slightly while recalling his latest dream meeting "It was a really nice dream actually..." Seeing that expressions old emotions tried to resurface in Lucifer. That expression is the same as she had, ending in her demise. He didn't like the fear resurfacing. Icarus has gotten precious to his brothers and himself, especially to Leviathan as the two of them have started dating a few months ago. "Well I'm glad it wasn't another night terror, Icarus. Could you look if my brothers are up? I'm taking over your breakfast duty for today.", Lucifer asked calmly beginning to contuinue where the halfdemon left off. Icarus took a relieved breath and nodded "Of course. and thank you." With that Icarus took his leave to check if everyone is up yet leaving Lucifer and the heavy feeling of worry that settled in his stomach alone.

After checking if everyone else is up and getting ready his last step was his boyfriends room. It was difficult for him to get himself to check, knowing he should directly tell Levi about his troubled heart like a good communicative boyfriend. He still had to fight his worry how Levi will take the news. After taking a few controlled breaths he knocked.

From the oppesite site of the door came a grumbled sound before a very sleepy "Passwort.." "Leviiii~", Icarus used his most disgustingly sweet voice, "Henry is here with an important message for his Lord of Shadows~" "Co-ooorgh-me in, Baby..", Levi yawned.

Icarus couldn't stop the smile while stepping into the cool blue illuminated room. He would admit it took a long and hard time for him to get Levi to a level comftable enough to use that pet name when they are alone or Levi is extremly tired as well as tired so his anxiety couldn't make him to nervous to call Icarus this. But In Icarus opinionit was so worth it for all the butterfliesin his stomach eachtime levi says it.

Walking up to the bathtube Levi used as a bed the halfdemon sat down on the edge of it.

Levi was hugging his Ruri-Chan bodypillow while rubbing the sand out his eyes, clearly still dead tired. Icarus giggled softly, dropping down a bit to give the avatar of envy a soft good morning kiss "You need to get up, Schnucki. You have class in RAD today and a coucil meeting.", the lilanette explain calmly. Grumbling Levi looked up right into the others eyes, sunset meeting in gold encrusted emeralds. Slowly sitting up, making Icarus not needing to strech down at an akward angle he cupped his boyfriends face making Icarus smile "Hm, it nice to see your getting braver, Beloved. Im so proud of you.", Icarus almost purred in responds. "What is on your mind, Ruru? I see something is wrong.", the otaku changed the topic worried. Icarus dropped his smile and sighed, for the nth time that day despite it only being morning, the white snake around his shoulders softly going around his arm to snuggle into his owners hand, as if to distract a bit. "It's just..I think i fell inlove with someone else despite still also loving you? Im really confused about this all..", Icarus confessed, worried for the others reaction. Anxiously Levi questioned "Was I too neglecting to you as your boyfriend..? DO You love me less..?"

Spiralling into panic mode Icarus grabbed Levis hands and shock his head violently "NO! I-! I just think I am be poly, Levi! That has nothing to do with you! Its me only. You are the most perfect boyfriend for me! Please don't worry about this!" Levi, still looking worried at his boyfriend asked "Is it one of my brothers you also fell in Love with or a demon outside our home?" Icarus thought about this. How should he explain the situation..

"It is one of your brothers but its difficult to explain. I also feel like i need to use a command so you won't mess up something he and I are trying to do..Could you give me a bit more time to figure everythingout myself, Levi? I'm still unsure myself about everything to be completelyhonest..but it felt wrong not telling out..", the exchange student explained hoping for the best. Levi though a bit over everything before agreeing "Alright. Im trusting you but i want you to tell me when you figured everthing out for yourself, yes? And I want this whole weekendyou for myself!" Icarus nodded relieved, feeling the stone getting off his heart "Alright. Thanks, Schnucki. And Im truly proud your taking this all this well." Turning a bit red Levi scratch his neck a it looking away flustered before dashing off into his bathroom to get ready, leaving Icarus to his thoughts in the meanwhile.

Well lets see if i can figue this shit out..

[alan-p-49]

steve flow

mom couldn't handle us devil boys so she threw us out. we never had clout.

Mark calls himself KC Maniac. We stole one of them drays from the transportation department. The boys call it a Cadillac but I don't know man looks like an RV to me.

We sell turquoise on a discount cus that shits square. Those jewelers make shit up and call it rare.

We sell blue mint feywild zaza. Some bitch named Mardaza grows it deep in Skullport. Never been there cus i don't fuck with black mold. Never understood sex and them escorts; I'll rather have the alcohol take the hold.

Don't try me. I'll blow up your mama and your house and take the insurance money.

I call Lathander daddy because he's a better father than my dad. That man never knew what he had. Left us with a woman that force fed us chicken bone scraps for breakfast. His morning grace keeps me steadfast.

I don't associate with that man anymore. If I had to put up with anymore of Mark's bullshit imma burn his skin off. Burnt a house on accident and motherfucker just turned into a rat. Didn't like that. Asked for dragons with fat stacks.

The smell of the ocean suffocates me. Suffocates like mustard gas. No amount of gas will make me forget about how we had to sometimes bury bodies at the beach. Those memories drain my soul like a leech.

Don't try me. I now have the power to fireball your ass and the rest of y'all black earth cult ass.

My party filled with random ass cunts and we're proud of that. I might be too weak but before i faint I'll fuck you up like that.

New life don't come from rainbows, they come from the flame of the soul. Sometimes I hope my soul won't turn into a black hole. I wish I was a mole. Digging a hole. No one would harm me no mo'

When they see me all they see is a criminal, but all I am is just cynical. Miracle. Lyrical. Almost getting hanged again makes me feel so liminal.

My only will to live is to help the weak because I am one. Hoping for redemption because I need one.

Don't try me. If me killing you hoes means I'm the good guy then so be it. If me living with you means I'm the bad guy then so be it.

I'll burn you alive with the embers in my sapphire eyes. This cycle never ends. This war never ends. Fighting and fainting never ends. This new life gives me more loose ends. Maybe I am the devil boy my mother called me. Maybe I am the brains of a gang lacking glee. Dogs go loose. Wererats and scumbags trying on our turf. But all we wanted was to survive and thrive so that we no longer writhe in the institutions that hardly ever let us revive the lives we have lost to the fire.

I fall into the water, hoping it's a shortcut; but that bitch grabbed my lifeline and made her cut. I'm dead now. In the water that the wine weird I threw down into the river and consumes it like a cannibal with it's alcoholic mandibles. What use do I serve now? What was the point of all of this? Was I a mistake made by the gods above? Everything is dark. Everything is cold. Silence everywhere. Into the singularity I return. Maybe to Elysium or to Baator. I don't know what my soul has come for—that material plane that I called my home.

Don't try me. Let me die. I want this. i need this. It was miserable. Depression is critical. I ask for no charity. Let me sleep in this singularity.

[sagelives]

•·.·'the little thing called sex'·.·•

Warning: mentions of sex and all things that cums with it (bad joke, I’m so sorry you had to endure that)

Okay, TMI Moment (I highly doubt anyone is reading these posts, so I can say what I want): I lost my virginity at 19, and it was….meh. Now, don’t get me wrong. The guy was okay. It was his first time too, but this isn’t about him. For once, this is about me.

Like every girl with access to the internet at a young age, I went searching for everything and found it. I can’t remember my first phone, but I remember vividly the first porn video I seen: on a iPod, in the bathroom of my grandma’s house. I mentioned to push myself in the corner behind the toilet and held the iPod so close up on my face that all I saw was skin and not the actual deed being done. I didn’t know what I was watching at first. I thought it was intense wrestling or something, but whatever it was I wanted to find more.

By middle school, I didn’t care for porn anymore, but I was introduced to Wattpad and Tumblr (and I never them. They are my babies fr). I was reading it, and for some odd reason, the words had more impact on me than the actual videos. I wanted what the characters had - someone who loved them and their body so much. I thought that this was ideal, and I would stare at myself in the mirror, wondering if I would ever be ‘claimed’ the way those girls did in the books (I read a lot of vampire books, so ‘claimed’ was the only word I could think of). I pulled at my skin wanting to match their description, so I could be deemed ‘fuckable’.

I wanted to be wanted at age 16. A crazy age to be thinking about losing my virginity, but for some reason, I felt left out. Like I was missing out on a secret that everyone else around me knew. I wanted that secret to be mine - to have and share it with one person and think nothing of it. Up until a couple of months ago, that’s all I would think about. How I was being left out and left behind. I know now that it wasn’t a race. If anything, I was the only one running.

I lost my V-Card in October, a month after I lied to my best friend, telling her that I lost it. I was so jealous of her because she was sleeping with someone and was ahead of the curve in someone way, so I lied to her. What else was I going to do? Tell the truth like a normal person? No.

So, I lost it, and it was just that. In all honesty, it didn’t feel like I lost anything at all. I didn’t wake up the next morning, looking around the room, asking for it. If anything, I just felt normal (I am sparing you great details because we just met and I don’t think I should tell you everything, everything).

I’ve said all that to say: I think discovering sex at such a young age and continuing to engage in that type of content fucked with my brain a tad bit. I’ve seen what I seen and read what I’ve read, and I thought I would have wanted that for the longest of time. Yet, the truth is, I didn’t. I still don’t, and I’m okay with that, I think. I’m not actively seeking out things that could turn me on, but I’m not ignoring the way my body reacts to certain things either. I’m just going with the flow, and the flow has gotten me this far.

(I’m probably a sex addict in some way, but that’s for Future Sage to deal with. She can handle it just like everything else I mess up.)

I thought this would be a lot longer than this, but I guess I got to my point fairly easy.

Cool. Alright, until next time,

Kisses for my bitches,

Sage!

[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

[seita]

— a good dom.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

genre: smut, light fluff

wordcount: 3.359

cw: established relationship.

tags: consensual nonconsent, somnophilia, watersports, gun play, heavy humiliation/degradation, dirty talk, mean!issei, size kink, no prep, forced orgasm, fear play, aftercare

note: this is the fic i wrote for @inxriyama for the hqhq secret santa event! i really hope you like it 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

You looked so pretty, laying in your shared bed. Eyes closed, lashes resting against your cheeks as your chest rose and fell with the soft, deep breaths of your slumber.

Ever so carefully, he crawled onto the mattress, careful to keep his weight even so it wouldn’t disturb you. It creaked under his knees and he froze, looking at your body as you shifted to lay on your side -- your back facing him.

Your tank top slipped up, exposing your ribs and an expanse of smooth skin he desperately wanted to run his hands over. Maybe hook his nails in, leaving painful welts along your sides to watch you squirm and whine at the feeling.

The best part, however, were the pretty, white panties you were wearing -- the band barely peeking out from beneath the blanket, which had been pushed down in your movements. He couldn’t restis reaching down and gently tugging the covers off of you, letting them fall to the foot of the bed.

It felt like his whole body was alight, heart pounding with adrenaline as he laid himself beside you. You were so small compared to him, letting him curl him body around yours. He inhaled, letting your sweet scent overcome him, his eyes rolling back in his head. There was a little tinge of his own body wash that you had probably used before bed.

He could see his fingers trembling as he touched you, finally. He dragged his fingertips across your skin, watching the way goosebumps rose along your skin, following his feather-light touch. You whimpered in your sleep and shifted again, subconsciously sinking back to find more of his warmth.

He smiled, pressing his hips against yours to relieve some of the ache in his cock. He was already hard, no doubt making a mess in his boxers, just from the excitement that he knew was to come.

He kept his touches light, nothing that would wake you. After all, he didn’t want the fun to end too quickly.

He pushed the hem of your t-shirt up, dragging it up over your breasts, letting out a shuddering breath at the sight of your perfect, pretty tits. He cupped one, lightly squeezing the soft flesh in his hand, making sure to thumb your nipple until it hardened obediently under his touch.

“Such a responsive little body…” he breathed to himself, his own words making his cock throb.

After a moment of playing with your tits, he decided to let his hand slide between your legs. Your cunt was hot through the material of your panties and he couldn’t wait to feel the way your slick would soak them. You sighed in your sleep at the lovely pressure, mindlessly rolling onto your back and spreading your legs.

He froze, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you were really still asleep. You inhaled deeply once and exhaled, smacking your lips as you settled once more. He smiled, fixing your shirt so it revealed your breasts to him properly once more. Shifting where he laid, he pressed his lips against your nipple, pressing two large fingers against your cunt.

He knew just how to work your body, pressing the material of your panties into your slit to find your clit, circling it until he felt the little bud harden under his touch. Your breath hitched and you whined as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, lashing it with his tongue.

He couldn’t resist finally dipping his hand into your panties, taking care not to jostle you too much as he fit his fist inside, watching the material stretch to accommodate. Your folds were already growing slick and he hummed against your nipple.

You really were so responsive to him, his good little girl.

He found your clit once more with ease, using your juices to aid in smooth, tight circles he made against the bud. Your hips twitched at the stimulation and you whined, tossing your head to the side restlessly. He grinned, popping off of your breast to look down, biting his lip at the sight of your white panties now growing transparent.

He dipped his fingers into your entrance, gathering more of your slick, dragging his messy fingers back up to your clit. Your back arched and he could feel your cunt pulsing, throbbing as you grew close to your orgasm.

It was so sweet. You were so easy to make cum when you were awake, but while you slept - with your body and mind completely relaxed, it was no time at all before you were gushing into your panties.

Your entire body locked up and your eyes flew open, your jaw dropping as you cried out in pleasure.

He loved that look, the one of surprise, wonder, as he made you cum. As you finally settled, blinking blearily up at him as your sleep-riddled brain struggled to comprehend the situation you were in.

Your mouth opened, ready to say something but he was quick in slapping his hand painfully over your mouth.

“Don’t say a word,” he hisses, watching how your eyes widen in surprise at the aggression. You reach up, going to push him away but his hand moves out of the corner of your eye and you see the object in it glinting under the bedroom light.

It was a gun.

When did Issei get a gun?

He could see the wheels turning in your head, the questions flashing in your eyes that he forbade you from asking with the firm grip over your mouth.

How cute you were. Trembling in fear, whimpering against his hand as tears welled up in your eyes.

You blinked and they came rolling down your cheeks, making him grin.

“Aw, are you scared, little bunny?” he asks, cocking his head to the side as he swings his leg over your body to sit atop your waist. You sniffle and squirm beneath his weight, pressing your hands against his chest to try and put some distance between the two of you.

He grows angry with your fighting and is quick to bring the gun up, pressing the barrel against your temple. You cry out against his hand and your entire body goes still, eyes clamping shut tight.

He presses the gun even harder against your head, enjoying your reaction. You sob into his hand and it takes him a moment to feel it -- a warm wetness spreading beneath him.

He sneers, ripping himself off you, “Did you just piss on me, you disgusting little bitch?”

He spits the insult at you as he brings his hand down to slap you across the cheek. You shriek and move to your hands and knees, attempting to make a run for it across the other side of the bed.

He’s quicker than you, however, grabbing your ankle and yanking you back down. You cry out and kick your feet, fighting to get away from him.

“I-Issei, please!” you sob, squirming to get away from the mess you made on your bed, “I-I’m sorry, please stop!”

He growls and brings his hand down across your face again. You whine and cover your face with your hands, hoping to stop any more hits as you cry.

He doesn’t mind, lets you sob and squirm like that as he grips your shirt in his hands. The flimsy material groans and tears, allowing him to toss it away -- leaving your chest completely bare.

“You’re such a messy little whore,” he snaps, “I was going to be so nice to you too, but since you decided to piss on me like some kind of disgusting mutt…”

He trails off, leaving you to tremble in anticipation. You cover your breasts with your hands, whimpering and curling in on yourself as he stares down at you.

You looked so small, so fragile like that. Trembling in fear and crying until you were breathless.

Still, when he ripped your panties off, he could see the slick gushing out of your little hole -- letting him know you were definitely enjoying where this was going. He decides not to comment on it, merely rolls his eyes and sheds himself of his own sweatpants.

He crawls onto the bed, not minding the wetness he sinks his knees into. There’s no way you could win the fight against him as he pins your knees open, allowing him to slot his cock between your folds.

You shudder at the feeling and he grins.

“You’re such a fucking mess down here,” he whispers, rocking his hips, making sure to bump against your clit, “Little whore likes this, huh? Being fucked with a gun to your head?”

You shake your head but he can feel the way you arch your hips just a little, seeking out more of the pleasure he can give you. He scoffs, pursing his lips to spit lewdly against your cunt, using his cockhead to spread it around.

“I-Issei, please,” you gasp, “‘S too big…’s gonna hurt…”

He clicks his tongue, moving the gun back towards your face, pressing it against the middle of your forehead, “Aw...you want to be prepped? Too fucking bad, maybe you shouldn’t have pissed on me.”

He purses his lips again but this time he spits on your face, making you flinch and sob in humiliation. Finally, his tip catches on your entrance and he grins, keeping his eyes on your face as he slowly starts pushing inside.

He knows it hurts, your body locks up and you squeal, slapping your hands against his chest before your nails begin to bite into the skin of his pecks.

He clicks his tongue, “You don’t wanna do that, bunny. You wouldn’t want me to press this trigger by accident, would you?”

You don’t seem to even register what he’s saying, your legs trembling and kicking the deeper he sinks into your tight, unwilling little cunt. Your walls spasm around him, struggling to take even half of the length he’s already forced inside.

He adjusts his stance, biting his lip at the feeling of your hot juices coating his cock. He pulses, hard and hot inside you and it makes you keen desperately.

He’s so big, touching every single pleasurable spot inside of you that it starts to bleed into the pain of him stretching you beyond your limits. Your brain can’t comprehend what is pleasure and what is pain anymore.

You finally fall limp against the bed, eyes rolled back as you let him do as he pleases. For a second he almost thinks he broke you but then, you start gasping and crying out -- another gush of your juices squirting onto his cock.

He almost thinks you pissed on him again but the ring of cream your tight little cunt leaves behind lets him know you’re cumming nice and hard for him, without him even trying.

He laughs, “Aw, you’re cumming huh? What a filthy little bunny.”

You sob, humiliated at how easily you came for him. Your body was so attuned, so ready for him that you can’t help but cum at the drop of a hat for him. The sound of his condescending laugh had your body flushing in embarrassment.

Even though you just came, he didn’t give you a single second to rest. Instead, he began a rough, fast pace. The sound of his hips meet is drowned out by the way you sob and cry in pleasure.

“Too much! I-Issei, please!” you shriek, gasping when he harshly slaps you once more.

Your back arches and he watches, with a sadistic grin, as you eyes roll back into your head. You fall silent and he thinks, for just a second, he may have fucked you unconscious but after a second, you’re gushing around his cock once more.

You sob, chest heaving almost violently. Every time his cock moves inside you, it urges you to squirt again and again. His thighs, cock, and abdomen are dripping with your cum but it doesn’t stop him or even slow him.

“Ah, you’re such a nasty little slut, look at the fucking mess you’re making,” he spits, gripping you beneath the knees to force you into a mating press. Your mouth opens to scream but the weight on your chest only makes you wheeze instead, “Don’t you have any shame? You’re so fucking embarrassing, being such an insatiable whore. Can’t stop cumming for even a second.”

“Issei…” you wheeze, nails biting into his forearms as you cling to him, his violent thrusts jostling your poor, overstimulated body around without a care.

“Shh,” he coos, “Just shut up, you don’t need to say anything. All you need to worry about is how I’m gonna fill this stupid little cunt up with my cum.”

You whine, slowly falling limp against the bed. You look such a mess, hair plastered to your face, sticking due to the sweat, tears, and spit all over your face. Your mouth is open but you’re barely making any noise beyond pained whimpers and gasps.

“Yeah, take it, slut,” he grits his teeth, using his weight as leverage to force his cock in as deep as he can. It hits the solid wall of your cervix, making your legs lock up in pain at the feeling of him pounding into it. He doesn’t seem to care about the abuse he inflicts upon you fragile little cunt, all he cares about is the fact he can feel his balls tighten up with his impending orgasm.

You can feel his cock throb, your cunt so sensitive that every little twitch of his length makes you whimper.

He stalls after several more, harsh thrusts. His tip presses against your cervix as he cums, his load shooting against it and eventually spilling out around the tight seal of your cunt. It’s messy, leaks down his balls and joins the mess on the bed as well.

He lets your legs down from the press and you think it’s over.

But then he picks up the gun and your eyes widen, tears filling them once again. He drags the nozzle down your sternum, over your stomach to the mess between your legs.

“Issei…” your voice has the sweetest begging tone that it makes his cock twitch, valiantly attempting to harden once again.

“Now...I still have to punish you…” he whispers, biting his lip, “After all, you made this so hard for me. Made such a mess...your little cunt got so sloppy from being used, huh?”

“‘M sorry, Issei…” you gasp, trembling against the bed once more when you feel the cold metal meet your swollen, heated folds, “Please, ‘M sorry!”

“I know…” his tone is so condescending that if you were in a proper headspace, it would actually piss you off. But now, it just makes you cry, “But if you’re a good girl now...I’ll make it quick for you…”

“Q-Quick?” your voice hitches halfway through the question as he pushes the gun into your cunt.

A mixture of your cum oozes out, coating the gun in the slick juices.

“Mhmm…”

You could barely make out his face through your tears but you could see the sick, wide, almost cat-like grin that spreads across his face. It should have been a tip off but your mind was so hazy that you didn’t catch onto it until it was too late.

He cocks the hammer on the gun and your eyes widen. He loves that look of fear, the absolute terror in your eyes. You cry out his name, telling him not to.

But it’s too late.

He pulls the hammer and you scream, your cunt gushing out more piss that makes him laugh.

You cover your face with your hands, curling up to cry as he pulls the gun from your cunt, letting it drop onto the bed before he stands up.

He can hear you crying from the bathroom as he wets a soft, microfiber cloth with warm water and gathers the little box you both keep under the sink for aftercare necessities. In the past, it would have broken his heart -- it did, the first time you both had experimented with violent or emotionally taxing scenes.

He had been worried he had gone too far, that you hadn’t used your safe word just to make him happy. The lingering fear in his head that you would be scared of him now -- that you would think he was a bad person.

But now he just knows how intense it is for you afterwards, after everything is over and it goes still. Adrenaline pumps through your veins and your mind is just a garbled mess of nonsense you can’t even hope to make sense of.

Truth be told, it was one of his favorite things about being your dom, being there for you to lean on when you’re too overwhelmed to function. He loves being that person for you, being able to protect you and make you feel safe after being the one who broke you apart in the first place.

He wrings out the rag and pulls the bathroom door open again, seeing you in the same position.

“Hey little one,” he coos, placing the rag and basket on the table before grabbing a fresh pair of sweats to slip on.

You don’t respond to him but he doesn’t mind, simply smiles as he begins wiping your tired body down, cleaning the mess between your legs, being gentle of the soreness he’s sure he inflicted.

After you’re clean enough, he pulls out a baby wipe and shoos your hands away from your face, smiling at you once more as your hazy gaze settles upon him.

“There’s my sweet girl,” he whispers, taking care in wiping beneath your eyes and getting rid of the mess that settled across your skin, “You did so good for me, my baby.”

You sniffle but don’t say anything, simply reaching your arms out for him, “Oh? You wanna go to our room now?”

You nod and he hums, easily lifting you into his arms. Your body is still trembling and he takes care in holding you close, letting you nuzzle into the warmth his body radiates. Your eyes close on the way to the bedroom, drifting off from the utter exhaustion you felt.

You’re woken back up when he bumps into the doorjamb, muttering a soft apology as you jump from surprise.

“We gotta get you in the bath before you can sleep in bed, okay?” he asks, kissing your forehead when you whine pitifully. He lets your feet down onto the floor, supporting your body as you struggle to stay upright on shaky legs, “Go pee, baby. I’ll get the water running.”

In no time, you’re settled in the bathtub, sighing deeply as you let your eyes close. He leaves the door open so you don’t feel closed in as he goes into the bedroom once more, picking out some comfy clothes you’ll be able to sleep in once you get out of the bath.

By the time you both settle into bed, the clock on your nightstand blinks that it’s just a bit past 3 in the morning. You’re out within seconds, wrapped around him like a little koala but he stays up for a bit longer, holding you and caressing your body even as you sleep -- just taking in the events of the night, astounded by how much love and trust you always put in him.

You never cease to make him fall in love with you over and over again.

And as he looks down at you, he is in awe of your beauty. He can’t resist snuggling down and wrapping himself around you as well, holding you tightly against his chest, cheek resting on the crown of your head as he closes his eyes.

He knows you’ll yell at him for leaving the mess in the spare bedroom but he could never be bothered to leave you when you’re both feeling so emotionally drained. So he settles in, already thinking of getting up early to make you your favorite breakfast in the morning.

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[3desiderium3]

For your love

chapter one - Rage

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink

"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.

She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.

The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.

The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.

But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.

Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.

They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.

They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.

Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.

Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.

" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?

He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.

She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.

All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.

He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.

He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.

"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.

So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.

"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "

She hissed the venom right back at him.

He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.

" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "

An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.

But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.

He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.

Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.

He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.

" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.

" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"

Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "

'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '

Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.

He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.

Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.

She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.

He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.

" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "

She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..

Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.

" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.

" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"

Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..

Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.

Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.

" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.

" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.

" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.

" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.

And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.

" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."

His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.

Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..

He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.

Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.

Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.

Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.

Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.

Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.

She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.

Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.

" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."

Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .

Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.

But did he care for that actually?

Especially now when he is so mad at her?

His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.

Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.

She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.

He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.

'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'

With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.

He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.

" I am growing very impatient with you. "

Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.

Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.

The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.

"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.

Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."

She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.

"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"

His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.

Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.

Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.

Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.

" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "

He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.

After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.

It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.

"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."

She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.

He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.

He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.

He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.

While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.

"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.

They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.

" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "

" I know mio amore.. I know.. "

A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑜𝑦𝑠 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Going into your shared room, Hongjoong nearly did a double take as he took in your position: limbs spread out, lace panties barely covering your still glistening folds, sweat beads still adorning your hairline while a discarded dildo layed right next to your body. Hongjoong had his hands on his hips as he scanned your sleeping figure.

"Were you that horny that you fucked yourself to exhaustion?" He wondered. You had indeed texted him hours before asking if he could come early because you felt horny, but of course he couldn't.

Going into the bathroom, he began drawing up a warm bath to soak his body in. Stripping himself off out of his clothes, he walked back over to you and carefully began to lift you up, causing you to whine softly and slowly open your eyes.

"Hongjoong?" You sleepily asked.

"Shhh. Just don't worry about it and go back to sleep." He cooed you softly whilst carefully laying your body inside the warm and bubbly water, the heat of it soothing your tired muscles.

When he pulled you onto his lap, you snaked your arms around his neck before burying your face on his chest. Hongjoong's fingers gently stroke your hair while his other hand ran over the upper part of your back. Seeing your relaxed state, he couldn't help but admire your features.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered softly.

The tiny smile forming on your lips let him know you heard him and he didn't mind, he wanted you to hear. Opening your eyes, you leaned up and began kissing him tenderly.

"Hongjoong..... make love to me."

Lifting your hips up, Hongjoong didn't break his kiss all while he positioned you on top of him so he could sink you down onto his cock.

"Anything for you my love."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

When you opened your eyes, the last thing you were expecting to see was none other than Seonghwa, who upon seeing you awake, immediately smiled at you. You had no time to say anything as he began crawling on top of you. Pushing you back down on the bed, hands placed at either side of your face, his lips hungrily closed over yours, tongue eventually coming out to press against your own.

"Did you have fun playing with yourself?" He asked with a light chuckle against your neck.

You tilted your head back and moaned out a response as Seonghwa began sucking a collar of hickeys along your neck.

"Did you make yourself cum darling?"

When he was answered by a tiny whine of yours, Seonghwa pulled away to pout at you.

"Why didn't you cum?"

Biting your lower lip in embarrassment, you looked away to stare at the wall.

"I don't know. I can never get myself to cum when I'm alone. I think maybe..... I'm missing something."

Wrapping your legs around Seonghwa's waist, you began grinding your hips onto his, making him hiss under his breath.

"And just what is it that you're missing my love?" Although he knew exactly what it was, he wanted to hear it come out of your mouth.

"You." You bravely answered.

Satisfies with your response, Seonghwa pushed your legs off him and began lowering himself so he was positioned in between your thighs. You couldn't help the excited giggle that escaped your mouth as Seonghwa started to place sloppy kisses along your inner thighs, teeth occasionally sinking down on your skin. Your core began dripping in excitement every time his breath ghosted over your wet lips.

"I hope you're not too tired darling, cause I'm making sure you cum a lot tonight."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho made sure that his movements were cautious and gentle as he moved your body under the blankets as he had seen that your skin was starting to get goosebumps. He found it kind of adorable that you were sleeping with a long dildo shoved up inside you since he knew it was because you loved cockwarming so much but hadn't been able to do that because he had left on a business trip recently.

But now he was back and he couldn't be happier. Making a quick work out of his uncomfortable attire, he joined you in the bed and pulled your body against his. Hand reaching for the dildo still inside you, he slowly swirled it inside of you, causing a faint moan to be heard from you that soon turned into a whimper when your body felt the toy being pulled out of you, leaving you empty.

"Yunho..? What?" You mumbled as you looked back, your fist coming up to rub your tired eyes.

"I'm back my queen. And I missed you so much." He smiled happily at you as the head of his cock slid across your folds.

"Fuck- I missed you too." You gasped out when his monster cock once more stretched you open, more than any dildo could.

"Did you miss me? Or did you miss my friend?" He snorted as he nuzzled his nose against the nape of your neck.

"Mmmmm both." You answered with a sly smirk which earned you a slap on your thigh by your husband.

"You're lucky I'm feeling tired and soft and only want to warm myself inside your walls. Otherwise your face would be buried in the pillow."

Giving out a tiny yawn since it was late, you pushed further back onto him.

"Wake me up with a hard pounding?"

Yunho giggled at your request but nonetheless obliged.

"Trust me, I will."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang thought you looked absolutely sexy as you layed naked on your bed as a wand vibrator reclined against your thigh. Amused by the erotic image, he silently approached the edge of the bed and sat right next to you.

Taking a hold of the vibrator, he smiled wickedly to himself as he flicked the power button on, slight buzzing sounds coming out from the sex toy. Starting at your thighs, Yeosang pressed the head of the wand on your skin, your body starting to react yet you still stayed asleep. Wanting to test more out, Yeosang placed the vibrator against your clit. Your thighs pressed themselves together unconsciously and you began mumbling something incoherent as your body squirmed from the vibrations against your mound.

"Yeosang..." His dick got hard when he heard you calling out for him in your sleep, your eyes scrunching tightly.

"Oh fuck, are you having a wet dream baby?" He asked you although knowing you wouldn't respond.

You were indeed having a naughty dream, your brain imagining that Yeosang was thrusting in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear that had the coil in your stomach breaking until you were pouring out secretions of your high. It felt so real to you and even after you had came, it felt like Yeosang was helping you ride out your high, wanting you to stay there a little bit longer.

Eventually you woke up and through hazy eyes, you realized it wasn't a dream as Yeosang stared at you intensely, the vibrator in his hand still being pressed against your clit. Angling it so it could hit deeper against you, you took a sharp intake of breath as you felt another orgasm piling up.

"Damn, you can cum even in your sleep."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You were stirred awake when you felt a hand tugging at the plug that was still lodged inside your ass, that hand belonging to none other than your husband who was grinning at you and your current state.

"I didn't know you were into these kinds of things." He yanked on the cat tail butt plug enough to make you jolt but not so much for it to be pulled out.

"Are you gonna make fun of me for it?" You tried frowning but the attempt to seem menacing was ruined by your bottom lip poking out in a pout.

San chuckled while shaking his head as he peppered kisses along your temple.

"No babygirl, I'm not going to make fun of you for it. I think it's cute.....too cute in fact."

His tone and actions had a complete 180° spin when he then turned you over so he could lay you on your stomach. Tapping on your ass, he commanded in a gruff voice:

"Ass up my little kitten."

You promptly did as he said and waited for him to undress himself. Your patience was rewarded when you felt San's cock push inside you. He gave you time to adjust and when he felt you were ready, he set a rather rough and intense pace that had you crying out his name. One of San's hand came over to cover your mouth.

"Shhh kitten, you gotta be quiet or our princess is going to wake up and then we won't get to play around anymore."

You let out a muffled grunt against his fingers as you felt your walls pulsating around him.

"Fuck if I had known being treated like a pet turned you on so much I would have bought you cat ears a long time ago."

Laughing softly in a teasing manner, San tugged on your tail once more just so he could hear your semi muted whimpering.

"You know I always did want a cute little kitten. Pretty kitten just for me to play with...." Reaching over, he began rubbing your clit to bring you closer to the edge.

"And now I have one."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Tell me little lady, did you have fun playing with yourself while I was away?" Mingi's voice was like silk, yet you knew underneath that seemingly caring voice he was hiding his jealousy and anger over the fact you touched yourself without his permission.

"I did actually. I made myself cum 3 times." Although it was a dangerous thing to say, the brat in you proudly boasted about it.

Mingi scoffed at that. "I can definitely top that without the use of a plastic dick."

Although you wanted to squeal in excitement when Mingi began restraining your hands and legs to the bed, you kept a haughty smile plastered on, wanting to further test him, which you guessed worked since he had brought out the red leather flogger he loved using on you as punishment. And you couldn't deny you loved getting punished.

"Such a naughty little bitch, playing around with her lady parts when I never gave her permission to." Mingi mused as he ran the tussles across your torso.

"Oh hush Mingi, stop pretending like you're actually going to go hard on me. Lately you hold back and your excuse is that you don't want our daughter to hear." You snickered at him.

Now it was Mingi's turn to smirk at you.

"Actually little lady, my princess is over with Yunho playing with his son. So we have the house all to ourselves and we can make as much noise as we want."

He stopped and that about that for a moment.

"Well...scratch that. I honestly don't think I wanna hear your bratty mouth anymore."

Going back to the opened drawer, Mingi's eyes sparkled as he held up a ball gag whilst slowly making his way back over to you. After installing it over your mouth, Mingi took a step back to admire his work of gagging and tying you down on the bed, the flogger swinging on his hand.

"Just like the first time we met."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Come on doll, you can do better than that for me. Can't you?"

Whimpering softly, you shifted your position so you could properly bounce yourself on the dildo that was deep inside you. After having caught you surrounded by numerous sex toys, you would have thought Wooyoung would have punished you for it, but instead he ordered you to play with yourself once more for him. Wanting to please him, you began grinding down on the sex toy, but obviously it wasn't enough and that's why you were currently now fucking yourself down on it.

Rolling his eyes, Wooyoung let out a long sigh.

"Is that the best you can do? I know very well what a horny bitch you can be and I gotta say... I'm not impressed."

You whined at his words and bucked your hips with more intensity. Truthfully it wasn't enough for you and it seemed even Wooyoung knew that. Stripping himself out of his bottom clothes, he came up behind you on the bed and made you halt your movements which left you confused.

"You're not going to need this anymore." He told you as he pulled the dildo out of your wet hole and replacing it with his own dick.

It felt heavenly to have him penetrate you, and so your body started to instinctively move but Wooyoung's hands held you in place .

"No no doll. You don't know what you're doing cause you're just a dumb little cockslut that can't fuck herself properly...which is why I'm going to do it for you."

Stuttered gasps and half choked moans were coming out of your mouth as Wooyoung pounded into you from underneath, the heavy sound of skin slapping resonating through the room. You writhed and squirmed on top of him, eyes closed as you let your body succumb to the euphoric feeling of coming undone on top of him. Just as you were getting over that first high, your eyes shot wide open when you felt something vibrate against your clit, jolting your body into a frenzied overstimulation. Looking down, you saw that Wooyoung had placed a vibrator on your bud, his hips snapping back up at an even harsher pace than before.

"Come on doll, we're not done here until you make a mess all over me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Your body quivered awake when it felt something being pressed against your swollen and reddened folds, that something being Jongho's fingers that were tracing the outline of your mound.

"Holy shit baby did- did the pussy pump do that?"

You moaned in an affirmative manner when his thumb began rubbing slow and gentle circles around your clit, your breath hitching when he pressed a little too roughly.

"Are you really still sensitive baby?" He cooed at you softly as he smeared more of your slick around your folds.

"Mmm so much." You responded.

"I can tell. Your pussy is so swollen I can literally feel it pulsates against my palm."

You whined and shuddered when Jongho's large palm cupped your mound, lightly applying pressure down onto it. It was so fascinating to him to see how such a small toy could cause such a big effect on you.

"Fuck, it makes me wonder what it'll feel like to fuck this swollen pussy of yours." He stated.

"Oh my god! Please fuck it." You begged him.

Soon afterwards, Jongho was spreading your legs as far as they could so he could get a better glimpse in between your legs. He first teased you by running his bulbous head along your slit, that tiny action alone already making you leak more arousal.

"Ok I'm going to go slowly for you baby. If you want me to stop, just say so ok?"

You nodded frantically, wanting nothing than for him to stuff his large cock inside your puffy pussy. Even just fitting the head in was making you shake underneath him, but you told him to keep going until he was fully nestled inside of you.

"Shit, you're already trembling so much I'm not sure you'll be able to handle it baby."

You shook your head and began protesting.

"I can! Just please fuck me Jongho! Destroy my pussy until I'm numb!" You cried out.

Jongho stared at you in shock, yet nonetheless obeyed your command. Your gasp got caught in your throat and the pleasure from his merciless rhythm actually made you unable to produce any sounds.

"Ok fine. I'll make sure to fuck you until you you can't take it anymore."

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[13uswntimagines]

Love You or Lose You (Alpha Soran x Omega Reader)

Request: This is the first part to the Prequel for Playing with Fire. Its right after the 2016 Olympics, and R missed the PK instead of Christen. Things have been rough with her Alphas and she just needs a fresh Start. Barca might be the start she was after, but her mates might not like that too much... Especially when she leaves in the middle of the night. 

Basically 4000 words of Lindsey and Emily being idiots, R being sad and Preath and Kellex being worried. 

The air was heavy in the locker room, pressing into you like an anvil settled on your soul. You could remember a time when you had felt at home here. Like you belonged here.  

A time when Lindsey and Emily had actually loved you, and you didn’t feel like an unneeded (or wanted) burden on the national team (more like your family). 

You shook your head, tucking your frame tighter into the small locker that belonged to your most dominant alpha, pulling a leftover sweater tighter against your face. 

No. The locker that belonged to Lindsey. She wasn’t your alpha anymore, she had said so herself, but your inner omega still cried out for her and Emily nonetheless. A fight didn’t change the marks on your neck, or what your inner animal knew to be true. 

Yet it changed everything if the unbearable pain ripping through your chest was anything to go by. 

Another sob left your lips, muffled only slightly by the heavy material of Lindsey’s sweatshirt that smelled distinctly like both her and Emily. It did little to ease your instincts, but you would take whatever you could get right now. 

There was no reason to hold back your tears, there was no one else there to see them anyway. No one who would come looking for the source of the distressed pheromones you were emitting. No one to care that you were falling apart. It didn’t matter that you were all in the same city. 

They were all too busy trying to process their own issues from the loss. The loss you knew fell squarely on your shoulder. If only you had made that PK, none of this would have happened. 

You shuttered at the mix of emotions trickling down your mating bond. Lindsey’s anger and Emily’s clear frustration. You gulped pushing against their emotions with an overwhelming wave of your own. You willed as much calm as you could muster down the bond-forming a little barrier between your omega and their alphas, and shoved your own despair as far away from it as you could. 

The block wouldn’t hold forever, but it would do the job for now. Bonds were a bitch to shut down completely, and a permanent block was going to have to be something you figured out later. 

Your inner omega growled, digging her claws into your brain. While the human side of your head got why you were doing this, your animal side was loath to deny your alphas the privilege of your deepest emotions. Especially when she thought they could fix it if they knew. 

You let out a little whimper at the sound of the door, tucking yourself tighter into a ball as footsteps approached.

“Hey, Kid just thought I’d let you know your Uber is here,” 

You peeked out at the kind voice, semi soothing scent, and worried eyes of the athletic. You tried to smile at the woman, but you knew she wasn’t fooled. She knew you too well for that. 

“Thanks Bailey,” You sniffled, easing into a sitting position and turning to fully face the woman, and running a hand through your wild hair (only making it messier than it was before). 

“I’m gonna miss you kid,” She said, and you could tell that she wanted to say more. But both of you knew it wouldn’t change anything. The deal was done and you couldn’t find it within yourself to regret it. 

“I’m gonna miss you too, but you know I can’t stay,” 

She nodded, she would have left too if she was in your shoes. Barça was making lemonade out of rotten lemons. 

You took another gulping breath into Lindsey’s sweatshirt before shoving it into your backpack, and standing. Your eyes strayed towards the other lockers around you, landing on several items of clothing left by your friends. 

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” She grumbled under her breath as she headed towards the door. 

“No, it doesn’t,” You breathed out, heading towards the various lockers instead of the door. 

Leaving here would be like leaving a part of your soul behind. Your fingers traced over the wooden panels that outlined each locker. You only paused twice. Once outside Emily’s locker to steal a coveted Virginia soccer t-shirt and again at Tobin’s taking a re-inc sweater that you knew Christen wore more than Tobin and a LFG t-shirt that smelled distinctly like Kellex. 

The quad (as the national team called them) were your team moms, and their scents all comforted you. They would make whatever apartment you ended up in in Barça feel like home. 

Bailey raised her eyebrow at you as you stuffed the items into your backpack. You just shrugged. “they won’t miss them anyway,” 

It was true, and even if it wasn’t you were sure Chris would still back you up when she found out exactly why you left. 

You paused at the door, taking one last glance around the room, looking for some sign to stay. You rubbed your chest when another wave of negative emotions from your mates passed through your bond. 

You cleared your throat and shook your head at Bailey’s raised eyebrows. The weight in your chest told you that you were making exactly the right move. 

She sighed, leading you towards the loading bay where your Uber was waiting. 

“Thank you… for everything,” You said softly, pulling the older omega into a tight hug. She knew you meant more than walking you to the car park. She was there for you when no one else was, and you would be eternally grateful for all she had done for you. 

She held you for a long moment, rocking you side to side before pulling back to hold you at arm's length. “You got it, kid. Be safe and text me when you land alright?” 

You gave her a nod and a tight smile. “Look after them?” 

She rolled her eyes. If those two idiots had done anything even close to what they had done to you to her, she wouldn’t have been nearly as forgiving as you seemed to be. 

Then again you were also moving to Spain. 

“Of course,” She said, shoeing you towards the car. 

She would make sure they were very informed on how you were doing. 

****

Christen knew that there was something wrong. Very wrong. Before her phone even dinged. She could feel it in her bond with you. The torrent of emotions that had suddenly shifted into a calm she had never felt from you before. 

The bond the two of you shared was a special one, forged the moment she had laid eyes on you (even more special than the one you shared with her mates). The second your small, skittish form had entered the dining hall (tucked carefully under Emily's arm) her omega had claimed you as its pup, and you latched onto her quiet calm nature without a second thought. 

She knew you almost as well as your mates knew you, and the bond you shared (while different) was nearly as strong. And therefore your bond with the rest of the quad was also relatively strong. 

For an unknown reason, it was keeping her awake. It was like her omega was waiting for a sign, something to tell her that you were safe and sound. 

She practically jumped out of her skin at the ding of her phone, fumbling to unlock the screen and find the message you had sent her. 

She froze when her alpha shifted against her, inadvertently jostling the two omega’s attached to her other side. 

“Wha- appened?” Tobin mumbled, nuzzling into her stomach. Christen sighed at the wave of soothing scents that Tobin let off, trying to calm her nerves even in sleep. 

“Shh, baby bear is texting me. Go back to sleep,” Christen said, scratching the alphas scalp gently with one hand and pulling up the text with the other. 

She blinked at the bright screen once, twice, three times. 

It was five words, cold and emotionless. It reminded her of the call marines made to their parents when they went to boot camp. 

Landed in Spain. I’m fine. 

She couldn’t help her sharp intake of breath at the singular line, or the anxiety that suddenly engulfed her heart (immediately jolting all 3 of her mates awake). 

Before she could even blink she was moved onto Tobin’s lap, and Alex and Kelley cuddled tightly into either side of her. She could feel their concern flowing down their bond, and their efforts to comfort even though they had no idea what had caused such a strong response. 

“What’s up with baby bear?” Tobin said, gently rocking from side to side. 

Christen’s mouth opened and closed several times as she tried to parse out what emotions were hers, what emotions were coming from her mating bond, and the irritating calm that was coming from her bond with you. 

“I…-I don’t,” She stuttered, unable to skate the feeling that there was something very bad behind the steadfast wall you had thrown up in your bond. 

“Give me that,” Kelley half growled, pulling the phone out from Christen’s loose grip. 

She didn’t like to be woken up in the middle of the night, and she would kill your mates if you were texting Christen because of something stupid they did. You had sent them way too many texts like that already if she was honest.

“What the fuck?” She breathed out when her eyes landed on the words. This was so much worse than Soran being dumbasses. 

“What?” Alex asked, yanking the phone away from Kelley. 

Be nice,” Tobin chastised lightly, leaning over to read the words that had sent her most dominant omega mate into a tailspin. 

She frowned at the bright screen, trying to remember the last time the two of you had really talked. Had you mentioned moving to Spain in passing? Had she just blown it off? 

A charged silence hung between them. They all knew you were taking the loss hard, and that you and your mates were struggling to work your way through the slew of emotions that came with it. But they never imagined it would come to this. That you would literally flee the country. 

“This is a joke right?” Kelley asked, her voice cracking. 

“It’s gotta be,” Alex mumbled in disbelief. You were her cuddle buddy, her baby bear. You couldn’t have left the country without saying goodbye first. 

“I’m going to find out,” Christen said finally, taking back her phone. 

She bit her lip, pressing your contact picture and holding the phone to her ear. It rang once and then went voicemail. She frowned, shaking her head at her mates, ending the call. Maybe you accidentally pressed the wrong button. 

She pressed your contact photo a second time. 

Again it rang once and went to voicemail. It definitely wasn’t a coincidence this time, and she would bet anything that the boring automated greeting that came on instead of your goofy one wasn’t a coincidence either. 

She sighed, waiting for the beep. “Hey kiddo, um I got your text and I thought we could have a check-in maybe? Call me back when you can,” She paused, unsure of how to finish. She didn’t think anything she said would ease the ache in her chest. “we love you,” 

“Call Lindsey,” Tobin said firmly, an order lurking just below the words. If you weren’t going to give them answers, then your alphas better be ready to explain what the fuck was going on. 

*****

Lindsey didn’t quite know what she expected when she picked up the phone, but it wasn’t a very annoyed Christen Press on the other side. 

Well, maybe she expected it a little bit (she knew you would go to the quad after the argument. You always went to the quad), but she never imagined the words that would come out of your team mom’s mouth. 

“Whoa, slow down. She said she’s where?” Lindsey said, sitting up off of Emily’s shoulder where she had been leaning. 

“Spain, she said she landed in Spain,” Emily could barely make out Christen’s worried voice through the phone over Lindsey’s low growl. 

“There’s no way!” The more dominant alpha barked, baring her teeth just slightly. 

Maybe she had said some things she shouldn’t have, but you wouldn’t just run off to another country without telling them. She pushed down her hurt and settled for frustration instead. 

Emily scooched away from Lindsey slightly, rubbing her ear. “Babe, if you’re going to be this loud at 3 am, at least turn on speakerphone.” She felt odd, her bond unusually unbalanced. She could feel the torrent of emotions running through Lindsey, but your side of the bond was silent. It had never been silent before. 

The two of you had known each other since you were in diapers, and your bond reflected that. She should have felt something. While you weren’t always outwardly expressive, you felt everything deeply, and vividly. You were the fire to Lindsey’s flood, and for your usual smoldering flame of emotions to just be snuffed out felt wrong.  

The two alphas shared a look before Lindsey gave in and gave a short nod, pressing the little button. Emily had just as much a right to know what was happening as she did, but she still didn’t like being ordered around. 

“You’re on speaker Chris,” Lindsey grumbled. She wrapped an arm around Emily and pulled her closer.

 “What did you two idiots do to our baby bear?” Christen’s voice came out in a growl, the sound low and dangerous. 

Lindsey stiffened, her alpha bristling more than it normally would at the tone. “We didn’t do anything.” 

Emily nuzzled into her neck, trying to help her settle the mix of anger, pain and shock flowing through their bond. Just because she couldn’t feel you, didn’t mean that you couldn’t feel them. 

You were not some innocent party here. Lindsey hadn’t meant all the things she said, but then you had said some pretty hurtful things too. 

Tobin’s voice through the phone was low and clear, holding an air of dominance she rarely let out. “Watch who you’re growling at.” 

Lindsey gulped. She was never very good at controlling her emotions, especially when things went wrong. It was easier to respond with anger than to admit she was vulnerable sometimes. But she really didn’t want to have a fight with Tobin, not when they both knew she would lose.  

“And don’t give us that bullshit!” Both alphas winced at Kelley’s tone. The Omega had the parental tone of disapproval down to an art. She could have been one of their parents, scolding their irresponsibility for mating you before any of you were older than 21 (Emily’s mom had been angry enough to make up for your parents’ lack of care). Emily was sure her mother had used the exact same tone. 

“We had a fight,” Emily sighed, leaning deeper into Lindsey. It was more than a fight. It was an explosion of stubborn communication that had ended in you walking out. 

“A stupid fight. We’ll call her and have it all patched up by tomorrow,” Lindsey added, pinching the bridge of her nose. Why were omegas so frustrating? 

“She left the fucking country. I don’t think getting her back is going to be so easy,” Alex said, and both women could practically hear her eye roll. 

All six of them knew how stubborn you were, and getting you to listen was going to be far from a cakewalk. 

Lindsey huffed. “Camp is in like 2 days. If worst comes to worst, we’ll just talk to her there.” If you wouldn’t answer their phone calls, then they would just corner you at camp. You weren’t good at maintaining the silent treatment when they were both in front of you. And Lindsey still wasn’t convinced this wasn't more than an overblown tantrum. 

“She put a block in our bond Linds,” Christen said sternly, trying to break through the more dominant alphas shell. 

Sure the three of you had had arguments before, but whatever this was, it was fundamentally different. 

Lindsey frowned. You would never do that to Christen. The two of you were too close for that. At least that’s what she thought. 

“We’ll get to the bottom of it. We promise,” Emily said softly, already pulling out her phone. Now hopefully she would be able to get you to answer on the other side. 

“Good luck, you’re going to need it,” Tobin grumbled, hanging up. 

If those two idiots didn’t fix it, she was going to let Kelley unleash her wrath on them. 

Emily bit her lip as she pressed your contact picture (a photo of the two of you with bright 4-year-old smiles covered in brownie batter). It rang 4 times before going to voicemail. 

Emily could imagine you staring at the screen, debating on whether or not you should answer. It hurt a little that you had declined instead. 

She swallowed down her tears, glancing sideways at her still frozen mate. 

“Hey babe, um I know we’re not really talking right now, but um. Christen called and we’re worried. Please call me or Linds back,” she worried her bottom lip, wondering if she should add more, but the time ran out before she could. 

“Damn it,” she huffed, tossing her phone onto the nightstand. She hadn’t told you she loved you. 

Lindsey smiled sadly at her, rubbing her back soothingly, and pulling out her own phone. 

Her thumb hovered over a photo of the two of you cuddled up in one of your famous nests. She smiled wistfully down at it. How had this gotten out of hand so quickly? 

She pressed the button, holding the phone up to her ear. It didn’t even ring before it went to the robotic voicemail. What happened to the one that had you giggling because they wouldn’t stop kissing your neck? 

She didn’t have time to think it through before the beep sounded. She cleared her throat. 

“Hey, um I heard you were in Spain. What’s that about? Call me back,” she too tossed her phone down. 

“I can’t feel her,” Emily mumbled after a few minutes. Lindsey sighed. 

She closed her eyes tightly with a sigh and began to feel for your presence in the bond. If you weren’t going to answer them, then she was going to make sure you knew how unhappy with this situation she was. 

Her eyebrows furrowed when she was met with a wall of unsteady calm. It was like it was pulsing like your inner omega was pacing behind it trying to get through. She focused on the wall you had created and gave it a little push. 

She smirked when it bent a little bit to her will. “I think I got it,” 

She pushed back harder, the wall you creating molding around her alpha as she tried to reach your omega. She was almost there, she could almost touch your omega. One last push was all she needed. 

But just as she went to give it, a blast of calm shoved her backward. 

Her eyes blinked open at the ping of her phone and she scrambled to pick up the device. 

It was two words. No caps, no punctuation. A simple “fuck off” that they could practically hear reverberating in their heads. 

“What do we do now?” Emily asked softly. 

Lindsy’s smirk widened. 

“We call her until she answers us again.”