#so tight that no one could possibly rip them apart

[queer-reader-07]

“i want aziracrow to have a proper kiss” this. “what about a sex scene?” that.

fuck it. i want these bitches to hug. just one really nice, really long, emotionally healing hug.

[apathyfairy]

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[ashessonfire]

Hello, i have a potential kaz x reader request for you!! I, for some reason, love the idea of a very soft/domestic kaz moment with reader who isn’t involved in the crime life. So what about y/n being married to kaz and for some reason she makes her way down to the crow club (maybe someone broke into the house or something) and kaz is extreamly confused and concerned and the rest if the crows are like "andddd who are you?"

if you don't feel it, feel free to ignore!

'Intruder' - Kaz Brekker x reader

Prompt - Kaz is a highly secretive man, even to his closest friends, but what happens when a panicked citizen rushes into the Crow Club demanding his presence? It could even suggest that he had the ability to love. - Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Civilian!Reader (Gender neautral)(married for at least a few years but not specified) - Warnings: Thief enters readers house, brief mention of fighting and injury, a knife?? Kaz just being super soft for you! <333 PART TWO NOW POSTED! (click here) - A/N: Thank you for ALL the love on the last post, and my first fic ever! I hope this does just as well and its enjoyed too. I know its not as fluffy as maybe expected but i really like how it turned out. PLEASE KEEP REQUESTING!!(some moonknight coming soon) <3333

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The chilling wind of Ketterdam rushed past your face, adding to your already watering eyes that couldn’t stop frantically searching around for further threats.

You had been enjoying a quiet morning, browsing the market, drinking tea with friends, and even finding a new hat for Kaz. All was serene, until you turned the lock in the front door, only to be confronted by a menacing figure, knife gripped in one hand, Kaz’s favourite (and most expensive) tea set in the other.

A small gasp escaped you, before your mind took control, rushing forward to land a harsh blow directly on the figure’s nose, just at the right angle like Kaz had demonstrated.

He let out a murderous scream whilst dropping the tea set onto the ground, the shattering of the pieces echoing in your heart and mind. However, this granted you enough time to grab the edge of his jacket and pull him through the doorframe, using every ounce of your strength.

He stumbled down the steps of the small apartment, loosing his footing and falling rapidly, landing brutally on the cobblestone street below and roaring in pain as a jolting crack resounded from where he landed.

Without thinking, you scrambled inside, bolted the door, and ran as fast as you possibly could out of the side entrance, internally crying as your boots struggled through the remains of your husband's most beloved item.

As you struggled through the tight alleyway, you prayed that the Stadwatch had noticed the commotion and apprehended the man. As you bolted down the poorly lit streets of the barrel, thoughts of terror began plaguing your mind.

What if Kaz hadn’t taught you to defend yourself? What if you had reacted too slowly? Would Kaz be angry with you for not finishing the job? How would ‘Dirtyhands’ react to your utter horror at one intruder?

You were abruptly ripped from your thoughts by the unmistakable image of a crow, hanging magnificently above the crowded street. Pushing your way through the crowd, you suppressed the nerves rising in your chest, threatening to choke you, as you entered the crow club for the first time.

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The unmistakable smell of alcohol and smoke clouded your senses immediately, as crowds of ‘pigeons,’ as Kaz may call them, wandered around the floor without a care for others around them.

As frightening as the previous events had been, you didn’t allow yourself to be overwhelmed by this too, shoving your violently shaking hands into your pockets to stop the visible nerves from showing.

Jesper and Wylan sat in close proximity at the bar edge, as far from the yelling and cheering of the customers as they possibly could. Your gazed locked onto the face of the tall Zemeni man, thinking back to the hundreds of times Kaz’s mask had slipped, and he had spoken fondly of his best friend.

Despite Kaz’s firm objection to verbal communication, he often fell victim to your warmth and comfort, his affections for his crew spilling into casual conversation, almost subconsciously. Of course, the Bastard of the Barrel couldn’t hold onto something as weak as friendship. However, this meant that you were very familiar with each of his ‘crows,’ despite never officially meeting any of them.

Mustering all the courage you could, you sucked in a sharp breath, preparing yourself for the challenging journey to your last hope at finding him.

You weaved your way cautiously between the rowdy groups, dodging drunken gestures and swinging arms, until you reached the pair sat at the bar, panic spreading through your body like wildfire. You made note to keep your hands firmly tucked within the safety of your jacket, in a feeble attempt to keep up a façade of confidence.

As their gazes turned towards you, you gently cleared your throat in the hopes of removing any indication of fright, and in turn, weakness from your voice.

“I’m looking for Kaz? Kaz Brekker?” you stuttered out, eyes darting around to avoid the quizzical gazes of the two men in front of you. Under different circumstances you wished to have met them when your usual air of joy blanketed not only you, but all of those who encountered you too. Yet it seemed like the Saints weren't on your side for that wish today.

You were snapped back from your thoughts, as they glanced at each other, sharing an unspoken but clear sense of bewilderment between them at your odd request. Often drunken pigeons, or rough street urchins would request to see the boss, but it wasn’t a common sight to see a regularly dressed citizen in such a state demanding an audience with Mr Brekker himself.

“I’m afraid it’s pretty difficult to get a meeting with the boss, always busy you know?” spoke the man you assumed to be Jesper, in a kind but skeptical tone, swirling the drink in his hand as he failed to decipher the reason for your visit.

Panic began to claw its way deeper into your chest, as you quickly blurted out “Please, its important, I need to see Kaz. Please bring me to see him.” The sudden outburst once again surprised the men, however Wylan’s gaze softened at the clear desperation on your features, and Jesper’s confusion morphed into something that resembled pity.

Wylan subtly leaned into Jesper, whispering “I think you should take her, she seems pretty desperate?” causing Jesper to let out a sigh before meeting your gaze yet again.

Reluctantly, Jesper stood up, stretching his limbs well, before letting out a dramatic sigh, followed by a feigned annoyance at the request, analyzing you for a moment before stating, “Let’s go see the boss then.”

He quickly turned back to you, flashing a lopsided, yet winning grin, which put to rest some of the bubbling anxiety that was becoming inescapable. As you ascended the stairs to his office, a skeptical looking woman glanced curiously up at the three of you, hopping out of her chair to trail behind you, whilst stuffing the remains of what looked like a waffle into her mouth.

Before you could inquire about the third individual following your small group, you were suddenly met with the dark oak door of Kaz Brekker’s office. Jesper shot another reassuring grin back at you, as he rapidly knocked on the office door and let himself in before an answer called out.

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The instant you saw your husband, the tears glossed over your eyes, shining with a dangerous threat of escaping. However, to your surprise, you were able to win the valiant battle for a little longer.

You knew how vital it was for your husband to keep his personal life separated from his work life; one wrong move, and you could end up in the hands of another gang, tortured in exchange for information on the Dregs. This knowledge was what kept you from barreling towards his desk without a second thought, with even the smallest slip from Jesper potentially ruining every bit of yours and Kaz’s struggle to break down his walls.

Kaz sat at his desk at the centre of the bleak room, a faint patch of light hitting his face from a glowing street lantern, casting deep shadows across his sharp features. His shoulders tensed as he remained solely focused on the blueprint in front of him, his harsh glare at the sheet almost seemed as if he was planning to murder it. Perhaps if you weren’t so shaken you may have let out a soft laugh at his pure concentration.

“What is it? I have no time for irrelevant interruption, this marksheet needs to be completed before twelve bells tonight,” A sharp voice suddenly cut through the thick silence. Jesper cleared his throat before confronting his boss, shifting his weight between each foot at the temper that Kaz was evidently displaying.

“Well, you see, I was sitting downstairs with Wylan at the bar, when all of a sudden…” Jesper started, but was cut off by a deadly look from Kaz to get to the point. As his gaze shot upwards towards the sharpshooter, he finally noticed the second figure in the room and his heart plummeted.

Why were you here?

Kaz’s mind began spinning, grasping for any logical reason as to why you were in the one of the most dangerous staves of the Barrel, requiring his assistance.

An identical panic to yours seized his chest as he inspected your state, your hair was windswept, eyes glossed over and glinting with a touch of fear, a visible shake to your arms and legs, which he had been fortunate enough to never experience until now.

You looked utterly terrified.

A single murderous look was enough for Jesper to throw his hands up in defense, and saunter quietly out of the room, glancing curiously back at the two of you as he shut the door. Jesper thought to himself that his life in the long run would be far more valuable than the price of his curiosity now.

Although Kaz is a man of few words, he seemed truly speechless, barely managing to register his own steps as he moved slowly towards you, each limp bringing his comfort closer and closer to you. Once he had reached your figure, he noticed you had curled in on yourself, hands clasped firmly together in front of you, and eyes darting rapidly around his face, searching for something, as it appeared to him.

He slowly reached towards you, and with a gloved hand, tenderly unwound your fingers from their iron grip, instead intertwining them with his own to bring you comfort and slow your light but swift breathing. Kaz remained tight-lipped, words rushing through his head, yet not formulating into any combination which he thought would be appropriate to calm you down.

He gazed intensely into your eyes, softening with each moment as he took in your shaken state, something that was rare due to his exceptional ability to keep you away from his violent life.

Until now.

Yet you had taught him not to run anymore when he encounters challenges, leading him to battle his mind later, and care for you in the present. Plus, you had the courage to make your way through the barrel in this condition, the least he could do was give you his everything.

You released a long, shaky sigh, staring only at Kaz’s chest now in order to match your breaths, imagining that your hearts were beating together too. You knew Kaz was struggling to find a grip within his thoughts, fingers twitching against your own as his body worked overtime, in a way it only did for you.

Several minutes passed in a strange silence, as the pair of you basked in each other's presence, the close distance allowing both of you to be assured the other is safe and within reach, yet the tension and anxiety still buzzed through the air.

“Someone broke in, I’m not sure who or from where. Tried to steal your favorite tea set, you know the one you brought back from Ravka once? I hit him square like you said. But it, but it boke. Shattered actually. It gave me enough time to run, but I don’t know. He may have followed or…” you suddenly burst out, the emotions flowing out of you through your words, and soon to follow were the tears.

You were cut off in your rambling however, as a feather-light kiss graced your temple, drawing you into a pool of warmth, suddenly able to feel the heat of the fire and the glow of the candles that surrounded Kaz’s office, likely gifts of yours.

Although Kaz’s voice was hardened, you knew he was holding back significantly to soothe you, building up wrath to unleash on the unfortunate man who entered your house earlier. The claws of the anxiety released their hold on you, allowing you to breathe deeply for the first time in hours.

“I’m here, darling, and you don’t need to think about that anymore,” he eventually breathed out, “I'll take care of it. I promise. I promise you,” he whispered against your forehead, again leaving the faintest outline of a kiss on the soft skin.

Whilst he was nowhere near healed, over the years you had opened up his deepest wounds and started to stitch them up, with each moment the pain easing ever so slightly. Direct touches were now common, with light pecks, or hand holding being Kaz's most favored actions.

Sometimes if you were lucky, you could get a short kiss on the lips, or a long hug through the safety of many layers; each being evident signs of his love for you, and how you were truly the only one to crack the code to the Bastard of the Barrel's heart.

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Kaz didn’t leave your side for the remainder of the night, bringing you anything you asked for, sitting the armchair closer to his desk to keep him company, hands held tightly until he deemed it safe enough to escort you home.

Wrapping you warmly with his largest coat, he gently placed his best hat atop your head, offering a small smile and breathy laugh as it tilted at an angle. Looking up to meet his gaze, you returned the grin, smile spreading to your eyes and cheeks. Kaz carefully adjusted the edges of the coat to obscure your face, being thorough in the process to avoid any identification of who was accompanying him.

As the door clicked open, and the pair stepped into the hallway, pinkies interlinked, a group of three snooping crows barreled backwards, hitting into each other and the walls. Kaz sent a deathly glare at each of them, as they stood in shock at the sight before them, Jesper gasping, Wylan gaping with fright, and Nina's smirk widening by the second.

After a series of extreme threats hurled at the group outside his office, Kaz pushed past them and dragged you with him, turning his coat collar upwards to hide the growing embarrassment colouring his face.

He crushed the feeling down, instead turning to his internal plotting to enact revenge on your behalf, inwardly smirking at the image of the man begging him for mercy as he pays for his offence in blood.

Meanwhile, Nina stood grinning to herself, proud of her newfound knowledge which she was certain she could use against Kaz at some point soon. Because from that office, she not only heard the hammering heart of the poor citizen girl, but also the one of a love-struck gang leader too.

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[sim0nril3y]

Deployment

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: The time has come. It's his first deployment since you've become a couple. The goodbyes are difficult. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), lots of angst, talking of leaving, talking of dying, canon-typical swearing.

One more night. One more night in his arms. What if he didn’t come back? What if he got hurt? What if he went missing? Honestly, you weren’t sure that you could cope with the never knowing what happened. Please, please, let there be some type of miracle that might happen so that Simon wouldn’t have to go. Things had been going so well, it simply wasn’t fair. If only he had any other job in the world. If only he was still a butcher, or something normal like that. Why now?

“Sleep.” Even with his eyes firmly closed Simon commanded you to rest. “You have work tomorrow.” Simon sounded tired, you supposed it was 2am, he had a right to be tired. “I don’t care.” You answered with a sad and quiet tone, eyes fixed on his sleeping frame in the pitch blackness that filled the room. “The morning is going to come whether you sleep or not.”

There was silence for a moment and Simon wondered if you had actually listened and then he heard it. Sniff. Then quiet. Sniff, sniff. Then even more silence before. Hck. Sniff. Sniff. His eyes pried open, adjusting momentarily before finding your face crumbling with emotion, lips firmly frowned and trembling, eyes filling fast with tears that were trickling down your face and soaking the pillow beneath you.

“Babe.” He whispered, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder, squeezing in a comforting way. “Don’t… Don’t bloody cry.” Simon whispered, his own voice a little thicker than usual. “Oi, c’mere.” Then pulling you across the sheets into his arms, holding you to firmly in his strong arms. “You dozy bloody moo…” He whispered, soothingly rubbing your back in small circles as you hiccupped and sobbed into his throat. “I know, I know.”

Honestly, he’d never had to deal with this before. Of course, he’d been around other colleagues and watched how hard it’s been for them to be away from their loved once. For him, it had been a very long time since he’d been in this place before and it was never like he had someone waiting for him to come home. It added an entirely different layer of fear, there was that fear of exposing you to danger but there was always a fear of leaving you. It felt like it hadn’t been that long since he’d learned to love you, allowed himself to let someone new into his life and now there was the possibility it could be all ripped away in an instant. Simon wanted more time, but that wasn’t something he was going to be afforded.

Still, even as your tears flowed Simon just held you, strong and tight in his arms, shushing you and caressing you so gently until your body just succumbed to exhaustion. It brought him pain to think of you being apart from him in mere hours now, sobbing yourself to sleep without his strong arms and his kind words. Fuck, it had never been this hard before.

The following morning Simon was up bright and early to finish his checklist. It seemed that you were restless too and that early awakening lead to you following him around like a lost puppy, eyes watching the clock as if counting down the seconds. “Babe, I’m just going to put some fuel in the car. I’ll be back. I promise.” He’d assured when your eyes had filled with wayward tears as he nabbed his keys. “Sweetheart, can I take a piss in peace, please?” He’d begged as you chased him into the bathroom for the second time that morning.  “I’m just going to get a loaf of bread from the other freezer, stay here.” He'd commanded as he unlocked the back door. “Babe, if you wanted to join me in the shower all you had to do was ask…” Simon had purred before you two fell into the steamy shower.

Later that morning you were munching down some toast, eyes fixed firmly on Simon as he made himself a strong tea. It was difficult thinking that tomorrow morning you would be going through this routine on your own. The thought alone was enough for a lump to stick awkwardly in your throat. “Right…” Simon began then, causing you to push down any of those awful feelings and focus. “I’ve left a list of numbers over there…” Turning he held his mug in hand and nodded in the direction of a lonely notepad, it was full of names and phone numbers and occupations. “Reckon they’ll be able to fix any problems you might run into, alright? I’m not gonna be able to be in contact all the time, so I need to know that if there is a problem here, or with you, or with the car that it’ll be covered.”

“Right.” You agreed gently, taking another solemn bite of toast. “Against my better judgement…” Simon continued, stepping across to sit opposite you at the kitchen table. “I’ve added you to my car insurance, use it when you need it, please don’t write it off.” There was almost teasing to his tone. “My driving isn’t that bad…” You grumbled and this only earned a smirk as he took another sip of his tea. “I’ve got all the utilities set up. The mortgage is on direct debit. I’m even paying that kid down the road to come a mow the garden whilst I’m gone, he’s happy to be making a little extra money and it’s one less thing for you to worry about, which means one less thing for me to worry about.” Simon explained.

A frown found your lips. “I’m capable of looking after myself and the house, you know…” Simon lets out a soft sigh then and replies. “I know, babe. I…” He seems to pause, as if taking a moment to find the right words. “I like to know that I’ve covered every possibility at home so I won’t have to worry when I’m out there…” Simon said it like out there was a very distant place, very cold, isolated and very far from you. “Okay?” Silently he was asking you to just trust him and give him these final few hours to make sure everything was set up in a way that gave him comfort, the comfort of knowing that you were safe at home. “Okay.”

The way that you watched the clock on the wall was like you were begging it for more time, making some kind of trade so that Simon wouldn’t need to go. Regardless of what you promised the time still came. There he stood loading his bags into the waiting cab, you stood a couple paces back wanting to give some space. “Let me drive you-” You attempted to persuade. “It’ll be too hard.” Simon answered with finality.

He closed the boot with a shunt and then turned to be looking at you. “It’ll be better to leave you here at home and then call you once I arrive on base. Okay?” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself too. “C’mon now…” He muttered, watching as finally the emotion broke over your face, all that strength crumbled and the tears began to trickle once again. “Oi…” Simon muttered, wrapping you into his warm strong arms. Those same arms you wouldn’t feel again for month. Your last embrace. “It’ll be easier like this. I promise. Easier for you. Easier for me.” Simon whispered, squeezing you so tight in his bulging arms. “I love you.”

It was something so rare and so emotional that you actually gasped, glancing up at him through your watery eyes. “Love you too.” Your words came out less controlled, spoken through a sob. “Love you.” You added, as if to make up for the initial emotional sentiment like Simon might have not been able to hear you over the lump in your throat. “Call me-” “I will.” There was a solid promise.

Then one final kiss. It was searing, his lips pressed against your own so hard that you thought he might bruise you. You never wanted this kiss to end. You didn’t want him to climb into the cab. You didn’t want his promises or his declarations of love and devotion. No, you just wanted him…

A second later Simon detangled you from his arms and climbed into the cab. He knew that one of you had to be strong in this moment and that you were never going to be the one to walk away, so he needed to. Even if it hurt more than being fucking shot Simon needed to step away. He had duty. He had honour. Someday maybe you’d understand, or maybe you never would, but he hoped that at least you’d find some type of normality without him around…

Once he’d arrived on base Simon got back into a routine seamlessly, everyone thought of him as the emotionless and stoic ‘Ghost’. That was all that he wanted to be to these people. The less they knew about his life the better, that way he could shield you from anyone using you against him. He’d never forgive himself… however, there was one person that needed to know. Officially, he needed to speak to Price, if the worst should happen you’d need to know.

It was late. Far too late to be doing all this, but Simon knew that his Captain would still be up. Rapping his knuckles hard against his door a voice called out and in he stepped. John sat at his desk, pouring over paperwork on his desk and gifting Simon a very tired smile as he entered. “Captain.” He kept his voice firm and professional as he entered. “Lieutenant, what do you need?”

For a moment Simon stood quietly, mouth pursed as if he racked his brains for the right words. “My next of kin…” “It’s blank – like we discussed.” About to dismiss him when Simon spoke again. “I need it changed.” John seemed shocked by these words, the argument that they had over not having one and now to have him so quickly change his mind. “What do you need from me?”

John blinked, once then twice before collecting a form from his desk. “Just jot their details down…” Passing over a pen as he watched Simon began to diligently fill in the boxes. His hand-writing was just as he expected, messy and haphazard, but his mind only went to Simon’s homelife… John wondered, did he have someone special? Who was it? What were they like? How long had they known each other? What was the relationship? All these questions that John wanted to ask, but knowing Simon wouldn’t get a single answer. “If I die, tell her.” Yanked back to reality with one simple sentence. “Not some letter. No some top brass. You tell her, Captain.” Sliding the piece of paper back in his direction. “Don’t tell her how - she won’t cope with that.” John nodded. “For fuck sake, don’t show her a body if there is one. She’d never sleep again.”

“Need you to make sure she gets access to my pension. I want every fucking penny of it going to her.” Simon placed down the pen hard on the table. “My house. My car. The shirt off my dead fucking back. I want it all going to her. Okay?” There was desperation in his tone. This was a conversation they were meant to be having 6 weeks ago, with legal and suits around to sign it all off. Not the night before he was going to be put on a plane into a warzone. “Simon-” “John, please…” He didn’t need to see the rest of his face to know that Simon was in anguish, his eyes were enough. “I’ll see that it happens.”

Masterlist | Ask | 10-04-2024

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

I Am Here Now

And we are back with more hurt/comfort!

Thank you to all those posts about this particularly heartbreaking scene from The Last Unicorn and that one post about how it would fit Astarion and that one comic that made it come to life with pictures. Here's my contribution to it with words.

Summary: Even though the two of you push each other away, you always find a way to come back to one another.

He’d thought you had left him alone to die. Even after all the sweet things he’s said, about how he trusts you, how he knows you will be there for him, he still doubted you when it counted. Captured by vampire hunters, he’d been held in a cage for so long that he’d lost count, or perhaps it was the torture his captors had decided to inflict upon him that had made him lose count. At some point, he had lost all hope of you coming to rescue him, believing himself to be unworthy of the effort needed.

And then you had shown up in all your bloody glory, howling with rage and cutting down any hunter who had stood in your way. He had never been happier to see you again, and never been angrier.

“Where have you been?” He chokes, collapsing into your arms the moment he is free of the accursed cage. You silently hold him tight, gaze downcast. Rage rekindles within you when you see how broken the hunters have made the one you love, and you wish you could bring the hunters back just to make them suffer over and over again.

“I am here now,” you whisper, hoping to comfort him. You should have searched harder, hunted fiercer, found him faster, prevented the whole kidnapping in the first place. It was your naivety that had landed him in this situation, it was all your fault.

“And what good is it to me that you’re here now?” Astarion hates that you’re seeing him with his walls shattered, his broken heart laid bare before you. Self-hatred overtakes him, spewing venom meant for himself at you. The words tear him apart and pierce your heart, shattering it but you still hold onto him. You’ve finally found him after such a long and anxious search, you’re not letting him go any time soon.

“Where were you twenty years ago? Ten years ago? Hells, a hundred years ago?” He cries, clawed fingertips digging into your skin. The fabric of your top crumples beneath his fingers, tears dampening the cloth. His voice breaks, words dissolving into sobs as he buries his face into your chest, wanting nothing more than to disappear, dissolve, be anywhere but here. Yet you hold him close, wrapping him in your warm embrace despite the daggers that have embedded themselves in your heart courtesy of him. You let him vent it all out, giving him the space he never had even though each sob rips at your heart further.

“How dare you,” he whimpers once his tears have sapped him of all his energy, “how dare you come to me now, when I am this?” He hadn’t been the best person back when he was alive, corruption ran deep in the city he was magistrate of perpetuated by his truly, but at least he had been as normal as any elf could be. Now he was a vampire spawn, weaker than true vampires but with the same weaknesses. He had fallen so far down, a slave to both sanguine hunger and Cazador, a creature sealed in darkness lest he be dissolved by the sun, a monster despised by all.

All but you.

You let him weakly hit you, the punches lacking malice as they lightly connect with your skin and sobs continue to wrack his body. Running your fingers through his hair, you pull him as close as you possibly can and rest his head on your shoulder.

“I wish you had never come.” The words leave his lips in a whisper. The words he never meant, the words he wished he could take back the moment he spoke them, the words that hurt the most. You flinch at the words but tell yourself that he doesn’t mean it, that the words just slipped out on accident, that it was the self-loathing and trauma that spun these words, right?

“Why did you come now?”

You feel him go limp in your arms, slipping into unconciousness as exhaustion takes hold of him. As Halsin moves to carry him back to camp, you reach up and touch something wet on your face. Tears. Something catches in your throat and you tell your companions to head back to camp first, you’ll catch up with them later. Despite the looks of concern, they do as you say at Jaheira’s behest, the older woman knowing that you needed some space.

You mindlessly walk in the opposite direction of the camp, the warmth of the sun a distant feeling despite it blazing high in the sky. Numbness envelopes your body, sending chills down your spine but nothing can overpower the pain in your heart. His words have cut deep, even if you try to convince yourself otherwise and the freshness of the air that you usually enjoy does nothing to alleviate the hurt.

With a sigh, you collapse against a tree trunk, sucking in a deep breath at the twinge of pain that shoots up your side. Shit. Blood has soaked through your tunic on your left side and lifting up the cloth reveals a nasty gash courtesy of a rogue’s dagger. You let out a ragged breath, chest heaving as you rip your tunic off and press the cloth against the wound, hoping to staunch the bleeding before you die of blood loss. White hot pain shoots through you the moment the cloth makes contact and you bite your lip to suppress the yelp, willing yourself to remain strong until you can stagger back to camp and get the wound healed. Knocking back the last healing potion in your pack, you force yourself to stand once more, limping in the direction of camp and past the concerned stares of your companions straight into your tent where you collapse once more, this time unable to bite back a cry of pain when the action tears at your wound. You down more healing potions, a groan of relief escaping your lips as you feel the wound stitching itself together, your body feeling lighter with each mouthful.

Shadowheart peers into your tent but you wave her away, muttering something about wanting some space and she obliges, but leaves a few more healing potions behind just in case. You tuck yourself into your bed roll, something you haven’t done in quite a while now ever since Astarion took it upon himself to be the one to make you comfortable, and the thought sends another twang of sadness through your heart.

Did he want you back? You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t, it was your fault after all that he got kidnapped. You had been the childish one, yelling at him to get out of your sight after he had been trying to get you to take a break, going as far as to push him out of your tent physically and slamming the tent flap shut, completely missing the flash of hurt in his eyes. The next time you had left your tent, wanting to apologise, Wyll informed you that Astarion left the camp some time ago and had yet to return, panic setting in when Gale pointed out Astarion had disappeared for half a day. You were the one who had driven him away first, it was only fair that he returned the favour.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you bury yourself in the darkness, tears pricking the edges of your eyes again. You had hurt him, perhaps more than he had hurt you, made worse by your prior promise to never hurt him. He didn’t deserve you, he deserved someone who could perfectly love him, cherish him, give him everything he needed and more.

“Y/N?” A quiet voice calls out but you remain still. You recognise the voice, why was he here?

“I know you’re there, darling. You can’t hide from me that easily.” His voice is louder now, coming from next to your bedroll but you stubbornly remain where you are. You hear a shuffling sound and something impacts the ground — he probably seated himself on the ground.

“I…I wanted to say that I’m…I’m sorry.” The words feel like thorns in his throat but he forces them out anyways. He knows he has to, Karlach had encouraged him to in all her usual enthusiasm and had filled him in on what he had missed while unconscious. His immediate reaction was to check up on you from a distance, but Karlach had pushed him towards your tent, giving him a thumbs up which pressured him into going in.

You keep silent, mind struggling to form a sentence as he pours everything out to you once more, carefully lowering his walls to let you in again.

“I know I said things that hurt you, and I should not have said any of it. You rescued me, even though I thought you would never come for me and I pushed you away instead of thanking you.” He pauses, taking a deep breath he doesn’t need. “You deserve better.”

“You’re the one who deserves better.”

Astarion blinks, sitting up straight as you shift, getting out of the bed roll.

“You’re the one who deserves better,” you repeat, unable to meet his ruby gaze. “I was the reason you were kidnapped in the first place, if I hadn’t snapped at you, shouted at you, driven you away, you would never have left the camp, the hunters would never have found you and —”

“It’s not your fault.” He places a finger on your lips, eyebrows furrowed.

“But it is!” You push his finger away. “I hurt you just as much, no, more than you words ever hurt me because I promised to never hurt you! Yet I did!”

“You didn’t mean to.”

“It doesn’t excuse anything! Stop taking everything just because you don’t want to lose this relationship!”

“But I don’t!” He yells back. “I don’t want to lose this! I don’t want to lose whatever we have!”

“I don’t want to lose you.” His voice cracks as he stumbles over the words that shut you up. “If…if you don’t want me anymore I will —”

“When did I ever say that. You’re my entire world, why would I not want you?” You cut him off. He raises an eyebrow at you, searching for hints of deception but all he sees is genuineness, a fierce love for him burning within you and above all, a deep yearning for him and nothing else.

You move closer to him, cautiously reaching out with a hand that he clasps in his cold undead ones and you can’t help but smile. This brought back memories — the first time you ever hugged him, the first time he ever felt a physical touch that wasn’t sex or abuse. He puts an uncertain arm around your waist, waiting for you to do something and you lean into his touch, putting your own arms around his waist, hand holding long forgotten in place of hugging him. He pulls you in, nuzzling you and lets out a small sigh of relief.

He didn’t lose you. You’re still here. You still want him.

As much as you are his light in the darkness, he is your guiding beacon. He is the reason you continue pushing on each and every day, and you want him to know that. Tilting your head up, you meet his lips with your own, a sweet gesture that never grows old and conveys everything in your heart. He kisses back, fingers tangling in your hair and revels in the moment, wishing it would never end but alas, you need to breathe.

“I love you.” It’s the first time you’ve said those words to him.

“I love you too.” It’s not the last time he’ll say those words back.

[frostbitebakery]

There’s a room where the Light won’t find you

Surrender AU

There are certain misconceptions when it comes to the… the them of them, Cody has to admit.

“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says instead of answering the same question the Commander has asked him twice now. The statement sits uncomfortable under his breastbone. He lost count how often he’s had to say it in his life.

“Are you that codependent,” the replica of his mouth snarks back. Curious, usually he and his counterparts have more patience than this.

The answer to that is a definite yes. Obi-Wan and he, they’re woven together. Only Obi-Wan’s lightsaber could cut them apart. He wonders where it is after they’ve taken it from its resting place above his heart.

“You’ll protect it,” Obi-Wan had asked, voice cracking and begging, closing Cody’s palms around the weapon’s hilt. It had been after Ghost had rescued them from that hellhole, after Obi-Wan’s hands had become too weak to wield his lightsaber despite the trials of reconstructive surgeries and physical therapy.

“Like your life,” Cody had sworn, lips finally not sore anymore from the ripped out stitches, the punishments from their captors that were so much more effective when delivered on Cody than Obi-Wan himself.

“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says again.

The Commander pushes out a sigh. “He’s… okay.”

Debatable. Cody isn’t there and no one knows - can know - how Obi-Wan’s hands spasm after a while, how his knee is acting up. How his grip on himself has been slipping, recently. The tight control even in the chaos had held steady for so long. Because even changed like this, Obi-Wan has been a master of his own self. Until they found these counterparts at least.

They’re so Light, hammers into Cody’s head.

“General Kenobi is asking him some questions himself,” the Commander states like he’s dangling bait.

Cody sincerely wishes him good luck with that. Getting an answer to “What do you want for breakfast” is a discovery of heretofore unknown wells of patience and the higher ground most days. Honey toast, by the way. “I would like to have proof of life of my General.”

Cody, they’re so Light. Obi-Wan is alone with a beacon to the Light he’s been desperately searching for in dozens of universes. He will do something well-thought-through and stupidly risky.

The Commander watches him for a few long moments, and Cody watches right back. He doesn’t smirk in triumph when the Commander activates the comm on his vambrace.

“General, could you put—,” Cody’s mouth twitches at the Commander’s faltering, the steeling for the reality of them, “the Sith on the comm?”

A moment later Obi-Wan is in the holo. Bound but whole, because the good guys don’t believe in torture. “Are you alright?” he asks, sickly golden eyes roving over what the holo displays of Cody.

Cody smiles, softening further once Obi-Wan echoes him with his own. “Yes. You?”

There’s misconceptions about them. Other people’s delusions of knowing them seem to think Obi-Wan and he can only be brutal, be cruel and harsh. Towards everyone else, and towards each other. Trapped in a bloody dance or something rivaling that kind of stupid. Those people don’t, thankfully, know the gentleness flowing through their touches. They kiss the other in reverence, soft and precious monster. What is between them, a connection forged in blood and pain, is anything but. It’s the one thing where they’re truly selfish. Holding each other close, burrowed into each other.

When Obi-Wan had asked him what he wants, the answer had been simple and sprouting thorns.

“You,” Cody had answered, sure and steadfast.

Obi-Wan had almost flinched, cane scraping over the floor. “Even as I am now?”

Always. At every second their lives had existed in orbit to each other. Every possible face Obi-Wan had worn, Cody had wanted him. But— “I think,” he had replied, stroking the paper-thin grey skin under a yellow eye, “this is the only version I’m allowed to have.”

“I miss you,” Obi-Wan says on the holo, and Cody goes cold.

“Obi-Wan, don’t—“

The connection winks out and he knows that it was Obi-Wan, that the Force suppression cuffs must have some fault he detected and exploited.

He whips his head up, urgency clocking in inside his chest and ticking. “Stun him,” he grits out, just to not yell, and startles the Commander. “Make him unconscious any way necessary.” He swallows. “But please don’t kill him.” I need him.

[nytb]

Punch after punch

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A born and raised Zaragozan, surrounded by boxing for her whole life, Y/N. A cocky persona, an undefeated record - everyone wanted to take her down, but Alexia only desired to be taken out by the Spaniard.

Both stars met at Mapi's new apartment festivities - that woman always had an excuse to throw a dinner party. After many attempts to turn the invite down, Y/N caved - Mapi was one of her childhood friends, that meant a lot to Y/N.

Little did the boxing star know, it was a setup.

Mapi had been led down the "it could turn out to be the romantic story everyone dreams of" road. Alexia had her way with words, sweetening a manipulation scheme into a cute little invite to the dinner party a certain Y/N would happen to attend.

To be completely honest, Alexia had been pining over the boxer for a while now. In Spain, any female athlete that rises to the top that fast is going to show up on people's radars.

In Alexia's case, Y/N's first appearance in the midfielder's life was through an iPhone screen - a pool party at a rooftop in Zaragoza, both Y/N and Mapi's home-town. The boxer was the center of the party, women practically threw themselves at her at any possibility - but Y/N remained respectful, putting space between anyone who so much as dared to approach her body.

That detail was engraved in Alexia's mind - well that and her body. Boxers are known to have the body everyone dreams of, especially during fighting season.

Alexia had made it her mission to be one of the first people to show up, something that alerted Mapi - the midfielder loved to be fashionably late, to be the center of attention when she arrived anywhere.

As people showed up, Alexia's demeanor changed. Person after person walked through the door, Y/N was nowhere in sight. Was she a no show? Was her word worth nothing?

That was until high pitch squeaks came from the door. Y/N had arrived and the dinner guests knew it. The boxer, now tangled with two beautiful women on her neck as they welcomed her, didn't even fight against the invasion of her private space.

Odd - that's all that Alexia allowed herself to think of the situation, jealousy wasn't yet an option.

As Y/N made her way to the terrace, where Mapi was entertaining her Norwegian girlfriend's friends, Alexia made it her mission to stay on the sidelines. She wasn't about to be caught gravelling for someone's attention.

"I see you still love throwing parties" Y/N hugged Mapi, everyone around them eyeing the boxer up and down.

Tight T-Shirt, ripped Jeans, simple sneakers. A simple fit but paired with a godlike physique could be the downfall of anyone.

"And I see that you're still a workaholic" the defender replies "Didn't even have time to dry your hair or is this a quick visit?" she questions.

The boxer was quick to reply "Do you really think that I would do that to you?"

"Wouldn't be the first time"

Mapi had grown accustomed to the little time Y/N had for friends or family.

"In my defense" Y/N started "That time I didn't know that it was a stay over party" she joked.

"Let me introduce you" Mapi grabbed Y/N and threw her to the wolves. "Seeing as how this might be my only chance, it's your time to meet everyone" she laughed mischievously.

As the party went on, Alexia - still holding on to the not catching me groveling tactic - decided that enough was enough.

Making her way to the terrace, hoping to come up with a good excuse to leave the party early, Alexia was snatched by a tall Norwegian.

"Everything ok?" Ingrid questioned, full worry on display.

"Oh yeah yeah..." the midfielder replied, clearly her excuse was still being workshopped in her head "I - I don't.. "

The Norwegian cut her off "I think that the excuse you're looking for is over there" pointing to a corner of the terrace.

Y/N, sat on the floor, leaning back on her arms behind her back. All alone.

"Go" Ingrid surely knew something. "Don't think that you insisting on joining a random dinner party went unnoticed by me" she smiled.

Fuck.

"How- " the midfielder began to question only to be cut off again "Go quickly, I'm pretty sure that someone else is eyeing her, so don't waste your chance" and with a smirk and a quick turn of her hips Ingrid was off, back to her girlfriend's arms.

"Not like the noise?" Alexia asked as she joined Y/N's side.

"More like I would rather be sleeping and not have hawks eyeing me down like I'm their next prey" the boxer replied.

"Wha-"

"Oh, you're doing it too" Apparently everyone is cutting Alexia off tonight.

"I see that you didn't need me to introduce you girls" Mapi jokes, clearly not knowing how sour the introduction had gotten.

"Actually, I wanted to go say bye to you" Alexia hugged Mapi "I have to go, you know- stuff" the midfielder didn't even try to come up with an excuse.

"That was odd" the defender turned to see how Alexia was actually leaving. "I feel like I missed something" she scratched the back of her head, clearly puzzled by the interaction.

"Yup, my fault" Y/N stood up. "I'll go fix it, see you later" the boxer excused herself, picking up her pace to not be stopped by any guests as she made her way to the door.

Apartments having an underground parking was never this useful, even if Alexia wanted to leave, she wouldn't be able to do so before being seen by Y/N.

"Hey" the boxer exclaimed, hoping to catch Alexia's attention. "Sorry about that" she excused herself, clearly acknowledging that she was an utter dick to the midfielder previously "Tough day at work" she approached quickly.

"We all have those" Alexia replied, cold voice, standoffish. "Not really a good excuse though"

"Yeah because your having stuff to do was a good excuse" Y/N joked, it falling flat as Alexia didn't seem the slightest bit amused by the comment.

"Maybe we don't all eye you like hawks" the midfielder attacked back.

"Maybe I want you to"

"Hello, I'm Alexia and I have stuff to do" the midfielder mocked the boxer's previous failed introduction as she turned her back to the boxer, reaching for her car's door, wanting to flee whatever was happening.

"No" Y/N kept the midfielder's car closed, now positioned at an arm's reach between the boxer and her own car "Not going anywhere until I at least get your phone number"

The midfielder turned around "Has this move actually ever worked?" she scoffed.

"Maybe its the first time that I try it"

"You should try harder, this isn't going to work on me"

"So there is something that would work on you?" The boxer smirked, slowly entering Alexia's personal space. Slowly forcing the midfielder's back against her own car, the midfielder allowed whatever was happening.

"I thought that you liked keeping your personal space - private"

"Scared of what happens when I don't?" the boxer questioned, whispering mere inches away from Alexia's lips.

"No" a whisper that came off like a soft moan slipped her mouth.

"So if I kiss you, right here" the boxer graced Alexia's bottom lip with her thumb, pulling her closer "You wouldn't fight it?"

The midfielder's hands slid to the boxer's abdomen "You missed your chance", she whispered against Y/N's lips.

"Are you sure about that?" Y/N looked at the midfielder up and down, hunger in her eyes "Because your body says differently"

"And what are you going to do about it?"

"Maybe I would start by kissing you" the boxer pinned Alexia's hips with her own "I would start here" she whispers against the midfielder's neck, Alexia throws her head back from sheer pleasure. "Maybe I would lift you up into my arms, place you on the bonnet of your car" Y/N kept Alexia fantasizing "I would devour you right here - " her hands hover against the midfielder's body and before she could finish her sentence Alexia pounces.

Bringing the boxer's lips against her own, digging her nails into Y/N's lower back.

That's when Y/N took back control of the situation, pinning the midfielder against the car, holding the midfielder's head firmly in place as she worked her mouth.

The kiss quickly turned rough as Y/N picked up the pace, slipping her tongue into the midfielder's mouth as Alexia's quiet moans turned louder.

Y/N's mouth went straight to the midfielder's neck, gently nibbling at it as she picked the midfielder up off the ground. Alexia's ankles locking behind the boxer's back, bringing her even closer to her body.

"More" she begs and Y/N obliges, laying her on Alexia's bonnet, just like she promised. Tugging at the midfielder's dress, slowly lifting it while she deepened the kiss.

"More" Alexia moaned.

"Command me" Y/N nibbled at the midfielder's ear "Tell me what you want"

"You" she begged "Here, right now"

That was all it took. Y/N grabs Alexia's body and places her lower, letting her legs dangle from the bonnet. Settling herself on her knees Y/N devoured the midfielder, at first slowly, gently licking her from entrance to clit, reaching up to play with her nipples but as Alexia begged for more Y/N obliged.

Rough licks, putting pressure on her clit before introducing a finger into the midfielder and as she moaned, rolling her hips as she looked for a release of pleasure.

"Still." Y/N ordered "Stay. Still." She punctuated every word.

For a minute she followed the instructions given to her but as Y/N introduced a second finger into the midfielder she broke. Grabbing the boxer's hand that was previously stimulating her hard nipple, playing with it between thumb and forefinger.

Y/N stopped, lifting herself off the ground and hovering over Alexia. Keeping the midfielder's hands pinned against the bonnet, grabbing her wrists.

"I told you to stay still" Y/N groaned, pure lust displayed in Alexia's beautiful hazel eyes, mirroring her own. As the midfielder reached up, trying to pounce, taking advantage of how close the midfielder was, Y/N pinned her harder.

"No" Y/N muttered "That's not how this works"

The boxer grabbed Alexia's hips, leading the midfielder onto her feet. "You get what I give you" Y/N commanded "Now turn around"

Alexia didn't fight it, quickly turning on her feet and as Y/N pulled her flush against her body she moaned.

The boxer's hands travel down Alexia's body as she sucks on her neck, nibbles her ear, releases the midfielder's hair from the loose bun.

A quick attack as from one second to the next Y/N bit Alexia's neck, this time roughly, as she inserted a finger into the midfielder making her moan in the process. Her head flew back giving Y/N even more access to her neck and as she grabbed the boxer's hair, Y/N attacked her mouth.

Her tongue slips into Alexia's mouth, in total sync with her finger as she adds another. The midfielder's hips rolled again but this time Y/N pinned her hard against her body, not allowing the midfielder to move a single inch.

"Still" Y/N repeated.

Alexia moaned, each time louder as Y/N brought her close to release.

"Let go" the boxer ordered and seconds later Alexia crumbled, coming on Y/N's fingers, her hips shuddering. A loud moan threatens to leave her lips as Y/N muffles the sound with a deep kiss, this time softer. "Beautiful"

[caelisblade]

¡! drunk on you | marius von hagen

cw: this one’s very messy, established relationship (engaged), fem!reader, use of aphrodisiac chocolate (and it works. real good), unprotected sex, creampies, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, squirting, slight spanking, restraint (you cuff him to the bed), think this is all

a/n: don‘t know what monster took over me here tbh but i hope u enjoy lmao

also posted on my ao3

well, fuck. 

marius was unable to concentrate. the words that were being thrown during the meeting were going in one ear and leaving the other one and he simply was too frustrated to even continue on. 

“apologies, ladies and gentlemen, there is a little emergency i have to take care of. would you mind coming in tomorrow around this time again? i would like to re-start this meeting then”, marius announced, hands shaking. 

once the board agreed on a time, they all started to leave and marius took out his phone again to send you a message. 

“i’m coming home. you better be there.” 

– 

oh. 

that was the only thing you could think and say once you read his last message of him coming home. you giggled, happy that the chocolate actually worked and grabbed one piece of it, too. if he already had some, might as well eat one too, right? 

you were anxiously waiting for him to come home as you slowly felt your body tingle, every single sense slowly feeling like it’s heightened before he slammed the front door open and shut, finally entering his bedroom where he had you pinned underneath him within the second. 

“all that’s been in my fucking mind throughout the entire meeting was that i wanted to fuck you dumb until you either pass out or i physically can’t cum anymore. i ended my meeting early because of this and now i have to re-do that entire shit again tomorrow.” 

his hands were around your wrists, pinning them on both sides next to your head as he had your legs locked in between his knees, not allowing you to move an inch. his eyes were looking straight at yours, that piercing gaze had you squirming in his tight grasp. 

“please, do. please fuck me”, you breathed out, just before all control left his body and his lips were against yours, his hands letting go of your wrists and your arms were wrapped around his neck; the kiss so full of passion and need and desperation – all that either of you could think of was fucking each other into a brainless mess. 

you couldn’t remember the last time you had seen your financé so needy or horny – not that you were complaining, though. it was endearing; he was so impatient that he simply ripped your clothes apart to get them off your skin, not that you were any different when it was about his suit that made him look so fucking handsome. 

when you whined to complain about the wasted clothes, he shushed you and mumbled softly into your ear; “i’ll buy you new ones. anything you want. no matter the fucking price.” he started nibbling your earlobe, making you giggle. “you deserve the world, princess.” 

“stop talking so much and fuck me, idiot”, you mumbled, “i need you.” 

before he could reply, you pulled him back into a kiss as you were pulling off pants as quickly as possible. “shut up”, you mumbled again and again. 

“fucking minx. first you get me fucking going with that chocolate and now you want me to shut up, huh?”, he groaned, pinning your hands against the pillows again. he slowly wandered down, kissing his way down your jaw, neck, breasts and stomach, just before he looked up at you with a smirk and dove into your pussy, tongue licking up your entrance before he started playing with your clit. he slowly eased two of his fingers inside as well, your hands entangling with his hair as you started to move your hips up and down for some more friction. 

“no, no, baby, don’t you fucking dare. i eat you the way i like to and you stay still like my pretty little slut, hm? just take it, baby”, he stopped for a moment to tease and edge you for a moment, giggling innocently as you stared daggers at him. 

“come on, please”, you whined, desperation clear and evident in your tone. “please. don’t tease me.” 

“but it’s so much fun”, he replied, before his lips were back on your clit, sucking as he fingered you simultaneously having you trash around again, so close to your release. “mhm, tasting so good, baby, how about you come for me, hm? let me taste your delicious cum.” 

the groan he let out as he felt you lose the last shred of self-control before your body was trembling in aftershocks from your orgasm was probably the best sound you had ever heard. just as you were hoping he’d come up and finally fuck you properly, his lips were reattached to your clit and he was back at making you lose your mind on his tongue alone, overstimulating your poor clit over and over until all you could do was lay there breathlessly and tears brimming in your eyes from how good it felt. 

“babe, shit, p-please, just fuck me!”, you cried out, back arching as yet another orgasm coursed through your body. it was so mind-numbing, the constant stimulation, that you almost forgot that he, too, was totally far-gone on that aphrodisiac chocolate. “need your cock in me. don’t know if blue balls are really a thing but i don’t want to experience it either way. please.” 

marius only laughed, shaking his head. “whatever my beautiful baby wants.” 

he was back on top of you and kissed you, making you taste your own cum on his lips, the way he had so messily eaten you out over and over had his chin glistening in your slick. you felt his tip rub against your clit, that poor bundle of nerves being stimulated without a break and having you twitch once more. 

just before you started complaining again, he pressed his tip against your entrance and finally thrusted fully into you, your wetness making it easy for him to slide in deep until he hit the sweet spot that had you arching your back into him again. 

“fuck, feels so good”, you cried out as he started fucking you like an animal; the bedpost slamming against the wall with how rough he was, the need and desperation coming from the aphrodisiac he consumed finally overpowering all bits of self-control he had left.

“your pussy’s so fucking tight, can’t take it anymore”, he groaned, “need to cum, fuck, can i cum inside?” 

that’s something you loved about him so much – no matter how he sometimes acted like a horny teenager when he fucked your brain’s out, he’d always make sure to ask if it was okay for him to bury his seed deep inside. not that you had ever denied him of that simple pleasure, he still preferred to ask. that simple question had you fall in love with him again and again. “yes. fuck, yes, please, fill me up”, you whined. 

with another loud groan his hips stilled, as he came deep inside of you, before he was able to catch his breath, he slipped out, turning you around on your hands and knees and bury himself back inside, fucking his cum back inside. marius spanked your ass before he kneaded the skin roughly, you were so sure your whole body was going to be sore. 

“such a pretty ass for me, hm?”, he was so needy and desperate to fuck you to a crying and overstimulated mess, “come on, baby, make me cum, hm?” 

his hands were all over your body before he grabbed your hair and pulled; he planted a soft kiss on your cheek as he looked at your beautiful, messy face, a total contradiction of how he was degrading you again; “fucking slut, just wanted me to fuck you till you pass out, huh? tempted my sweet tooth with that chocolate and just had to wait to get me so hard i couldn’t concentrate on my meeting anymore. ain’t that fucking right, baby?” 

your eyes rolled back as you sobbed, he kept on slapping your ass as he fucked you. as you felt a particularly hard slap, you whined, looking back at him. “answer. me.” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust, before he resumed his rough and hard pace. 

“yes, fuck, yes”, you cried out, moving your hips back against his, to meet his thrusts. “just wanted you to come home and fuck my brain’s out!” 

“good girl”, he mumbled, praising you for not lying to him in attempt to get out of this. with his rough pace and your pussy gripping his cock like a vice – it was no surprise that he came buried deep inside again, filling your womb with his cum as he pulled out, watching the creamy seed slowly drip out before he turned you around onto your back again and softly kissed your sensitive clit, your folds clenching around nothing and causing his cum to drip out even more. 

“so fucking good, baby”, he groaned, “gonna make you cum over and over again, baby, need you to be a total mess for me, huh? gonna fill that pussy full of my cum until you can’t take any inside anymore.”

“yes, god, fuck, please”, you moaned, the stimulation he put your body through had you coming once again, gushing all over his chin and chest, his cum leaking out at the same time and making a total mess of the bedsheets but neither of you could really care. 

“fuck, that was hot”, marius groaned, slapping your cunt with his hand, not too hard, but enough for you to squirt again and more. “so, so fucking good, huh, feeling good, baby?”

you felt so dizzy from all that pleasure he put your poor body through, despite him not allowing you to pleasure him the ways you wished to, vision blurry as you finally were allowed to catch your breath. 

it kind of pissed you off that he was the one who got more affected by the chocolate but you were the one being constantly pleasured. once he had made himself comfortable next to you to give you a break, you grabbed the handcuffs that were attached to the bed and cuffed his hands together, restricting him of any movement. 

“y/n”, he said, warning you. “don’t you fucking dare. uncuff me right fucking now.” 

you giggled and shrugged, shaking your head. “no.”

“i will make you regret this, you know that, right?”

“mhm, i do”, you giggle, slowly wrapping your hand around his cock and slowly jerking him off, having him throw his head into his neck as he moaned softly, growing weak in those soft and simple ministrations. “but you deserve to be pampered for once, too, don’t you, baby? just relax and take it.” 

your hand started moving faster, his hips were twitching like a needy teenager who just can’t stop cumming as you felt his cum dribble down your hand and you quickly licked it off. 

“fuck”, he groaned, slowly coming back to his senses as you slowly aligned your entrance with his cock, sinking down with a whine and immediately picking up the pace as you ride him. 

“just like that, what a good girl you are for me, baby”, he praised you, despite being in handcuffs, he was still in full control over everything. you didn’t complain tho, but your eyes widened when you heard the cheap metal breaking and his hands on your body. 

“didn’t buy the good ones, huh? well, i told you i’d make you regret this, didn’t i, slut?” 

within the second, he had you underneath him once more, fucking his cock deep inside of you again. “fucking whore, needed me to fuck you stupid, huh?” 

“yes, please, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop”, you cried for the last time before he filled you up once more, staying inside for a brief moment before he slipped out and laid down next to you. 

“that chocolate was good, huh?”, he laughed as he caught his breath, the effect of the aphrodisiac slowly fading. “wouldn’t complain to try it again sometime. how about… our wedding night, huh?” 

“i like the sound of that”, you replied, yawning as you cuddled against him. “but we gotta clean this up, like, right now. you know that, right?”

“unfortunately”, he grumbled before he got up on his shaky legs, lifted you with ease and carried you towards the bathroom. “let’s get washed down first, though. we got all the time we need to clean up.”

you ended up fucking again in the shower.

visuals that inspired me: links are twt prn

marius fucking his cum back inside

marius being obsessed with eating u out

marius railing you so good, you keep on begging him not to stop

marius making you drip with his cum <3

[leonieweird]

The First Time I Saw A Scared Human

The first time I saw a human scared was when I was only 6 years old.

The Irdbay species had adopted a human on board to get them used to children of different races. I was the more socialable one inside of my nest, and the human was very kind. Always got onto our level when we were learning and helped us when we were learning to fly.

The older Irdbay’s loved the human whose name was Jo’an. One day, they had to leave on important business. By then, human Jo’an had aquatinted with my entire nest and we were comfortable with being around her.

That’s when the Enahyay attacked.

The ship flashed red, alarms blared, blood of my fellow nest mates fell onto the group. The Enahyay was ruthless. They ripped apart younglings, smashed eggs that had yet hatched, and didn’t hesitate to rip into Human Jo’an’s leg. To this day, her scream has made its own nest in my mind.

I remember hiding with Human Jo’an, now the last of my nest.

Her hand covered her mouth, trapped in a closet as I tried to quiet down. Even with Human Jo’an right next to me, I couldn’t hear anything but her heartbeat. The loud thumping was quiet compared to the blaring alarms, however I could hear it.

If I could hear it, so could the Enahyay. Footsteps echoed from our hiding spot, the growls making Human Jo’an’s heart speed up even more. The pounding thumps made a rhythm that I could follow. The footsteps continued on, the growls slowly growing quiet.

I tried to shift to fix my wing and possibly squeak to Human Jo’an about her leg, but her gaze made me stop. A gaze of fear, worry, but also anger. Her eyes were that of a predator backed up into a corner and the gaze of a caretaker who lost all of her young. Her eyes were telling me not to move, even though I could not hear the predator anymore.

With my head, I barely motioned to her leg. Blood dripped down from her thigh. It stained her shorts, her socks, and even her shoes that she wore around the ship. She looked down only briefly before her entire body started to shake. The anger slowly dwindled down in her gaze until it was only fear. I didn’t understand what was wrong until I remember what my mother had told me.

‘Most predators can smell a range of things. Blood is one of them, myy atchlinghay. If you’re bleeding, fly as fast as you can as far as you can-‘

I could barely make out Human Jo’an’s slowly movements to grab the metal rod that was in the closet. She had a bone crushing grip on it.

‘If you get caught, it’s over. Just screech for me or Jo’an, and we’ll come over.’

The door ripped open and the bloodthirsty eyes of a Enahyay flashed through the dark lighting with the occasional flash of red. My wings bristled with fear. Before I could act, Human Jo’an let out a yell that rang throughout the ship. The metal rod in her arms swung towards the Enahyay, knocking him away from the closet.

I could only curl in fear, but I heard it. The Enahyay’s whimpers, Jo’an’s screams, and the sound of a metal rod connecting with skin. The whimpers eventually died down as the sound of metal against skin slowly sounded like metal hitting a liquid. Human Jo’an screams did not stop.

I heard more Enahyay coming, yet I could only hide and quiver in fear while Human Jo’an kept screaming. I could hear both her blood and tears drop onto the ground along with the bodies of Enahyay.

The rescue team and older Irdbay arrived only a mere 10 minutes later. By then, I was in Human Jo’an’s bloody arms. Black stained every part of us. Human Jo’an still had the tight grip of the metal rod, rocking me back and forth with tears streaming out of her dead eyes.

When I was just 6 earth years old, I learned the terror that humans feel and the actions that come with it. I learned what a scary existence scared human truly are.

[lenoraah]

𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘦

pairing - ollie bearman x fashion student!reader

summary - reader and ollie basically hate each other. but when their best friends start dating and they have to third and fourth wheel, their friends will do absolutely everything for them to admit their feelings for each other

a/n - this came out the last living brain cell in my head, reader’s nickname is lemon for the title reason. y’know olives and lemons. also the best friends are made up and have names. like I said this is coming out of my last braincell

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“How much more worse could this possibly be?”

“Uh, if they start making out.”

At the sound of Ollie and Y/n’s question and assumption, the happy couple grabs each other’s faces in their hands and starts to smile, obnoxiously pretend to make out.

“Oh Lord no! Please! For God’s sake, stop.”

“There are children here like us!”

“Let it go Ollie, the two of you are eighteen.” Phoebe teases as Jackson places a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

Y/n and Ollie share a disgusted yet longing look. Of course neither of them realize and their best friends also share a look, a disappointed one.

Ollie and Y/n both sit there bored and entertaining themselves with their glasses of untouched wine.

While the brunette curly haired Brit came straight from practice and is wearing a jeans and a, what Y/n argues is a sweater, jumper. The y/h/c girl also came from her designer job at the plaza, wearing her work uniform which consists of a long jean skirt, white long shirt with bell sleeves and a tight olive green vest.

The two of them mop around and occasionally make faces at Phoebe and Jackson.

“Can the two of you please stop it?” Y/n tosses her dinner napkin at the two and Ollie does the same.

The blonde boy and the red headed girl on the opposite side of Ollie and Y/n both sheepishly smile before returning to their kiss.

“Disgusting,” The y/h/c girl sighs and downs the rest of her glass before setting it on the table and getting up.

“Where are you going?” Phoebe asks, pulling away from the kiss making Jackson pout.

“Leaving the two of you alone to your dinner date and make-out session.” Y/n holds out her hand to Ollie. “You coming Bearman?”

Jackson and Phoebe share a look and then both then both glance at the Ollie and Y/n.

Phoebe wiggles her eyebrows at the girl and Y/n rolls her eyes in response.

Jackson’s eyes widen at the boy across from high and Ollie shrugs and gives him a, ‘I don’t know’, look.

Either way, Ollie take Y/no’s hand follows her out of their booth.

“We are going to leave now. Uh, don’t get back to the apartment too late. It going to sound like a burglar got into our place, so, yeah.” Phoebe and Jackson wave off Y/n’s concerns and urges them leave.

“Got it, yep. Stop worrying about us. Just go and have fun.”

“Yeah, we’re leaving.”

Ollie and Y/n wave the to one more time before leaving the restaurant as fast as they can, trying to escape Phoebe and Jackson’s lovey dovey-ness.

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“Two lemonades please,”

“One with olives. And spiked,”

The bartender, Lilly, raises her eyebrow and looks between the two.

“For me, not him.” Y/n punches Ollie in the arm. “He’s a lightweight,”

Ollie scowls and shakes his head. Lilly snort laughs and rips their orders from the notepad.

“Cute couple, you too.” She says before she leaves.

“Oh no-“

“We’re not-“

“Um hm,” Lilly nods before raising and eyebrow and leaving.

Ollie and Y/n are then left alone, sitting at the bar while everyone else was in the pub was dancing.

Y/n nervously taps her keys and keychain against the table while Ollie looks around, drops of sweats dripping down his forehead.

His eyes wander until he notices the keychain that Y/n has holding her keys.

“You still have that?” Ollie motions the tiny stuffed bear that is swinging against Y/n’s apartment keys.

“Of course I do,” She smiles as she looks at the keychain and then Ollie. “You don’t just just throw away something that you’ve been keeping since you were thirteen.”

Ollie hums and nods. He still remembers when he gave her the little gift.

It was Y/n thirteen’s birthday and Ollie had to rush to get her a gift from after his race. He had past this small store and his eyes had immediately fallen on the adorable keychain and thought about Y/n.

He could remember the expression on her face when she opened the box. The smile on her face was showing everything she was feeling and he could just tell how happy she was.

And then that was the last happy moment the Y/n and Ollie shared before he went back to racing and she left for design school.

After that it was just competition after competition between two until Jackson and Phoebe just couldn’t handle it and started getting the group back together.

“Hey Lemons. Why do we hate each other?”

“What? We don’t hate each other, bear-boy.” Y/n makes a face and gently caressing the tiny face of the bear keychain.

“Sure doesn’t seem like you love each other either.” Lilly raises an eyebrow as she sets the two drinks on the table.

“I- what- we do not-,” Y/n shakes her head rapidly and Ollie helps her out by asking Lilly a question.

“Hey Lilly? What are all these etchings?” Ollie runs his fingers over the carved-in markings on the table and

Lilly glances over the table and lets out a laugh. Her eyes don’t leave one of them the markings.

L.A + A.M

“It’s just all of the people that fell in love here. They engrave their names here and, well, the rest is history.”

“Whose is this?” Y/n asks before taking a sip of her lemonade. She points to the engraving that Lilly has been staring at and then looks at the bartender.

“Oh, that’s just me and my husband.” The two notice the ring hanging around Lilly’s neck. “Lilian Andrews and Alex McCulway.”

“It this where you first met?” Ollie looks around the bar and then back at Lilly.

“Yes it is, and we use to come here every anniversary under he past away.” Lilly smiles fondly as she wipes the other side of the table.

“Oh,” Ollie and Y/n share a look before looking back at Lilly.

“I’m sorry,” The two both say at the same time.

“It happened a long time ago, don’t says sorry. It wasn’t your fault,”

Ollie and Y/n both hum and nod along before awkwardly sipping their drinks.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it.”

Ollie and Y/n nod and smile. They leave it like that for moment. The two of them losing themselves in each other’s eyes. They sneak one more glance before pulling away and blushing, hard.

“Also, you’re one weird girl.” Lilly motions toward Y/n’s drink. She snort laughs and Ollie smiles too, his cheeks brighting by the moment again, knowing who was the person that created that drink with her, him.

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“Honey! Shut up!”

“Baby I know, sorry.” Jackson winces as Phoebe steps on his foot.

The two had finally got home from dinner and Phoebe had a gut feeling that Ollie and Y/n had already got back to the apartment. That and the fact that their shoes were already there when the got home.

“Where are they?” Phoebe looks around the house as Jackson follows her around like a scared toddler.

Just as Jackson is about to open his mouth that he sees Ollie and Y/n on the balcony, Phoebe pulls him by the neck behind the large plant where they can listen without being seen.

Ollie and Y/n stand outside, the two in their pajamas, nervously staring at the stars.

“Do you hate me or-“

“I think I’m in love with you and-“

“Wait what?”

“Ollie you’re what?”

“You don’t hate me?”

“Why- what?- why would I?” Y/n stutters over her words and uses her hands in exasperation.

“I don’t know it’s just that we’re always competing and I’m so confused because we went from barely seeing each other to living together and now some a night at some bar fixed us? And I know it’s really late for this now but I’ve had a crush on you since we were thirteen and I don’t know if you do, and you probably don’t, but-“

Y/n cuts him off by grabbing his right cheek and pulls him in for a kiss. His cheeks flush a bright color and he looks like he’s in a trance when they pull away.

“Are you okay?”

“What- what was that for?” Ollie stumbles over his words and Y/n can’t help but laugh.

“You weren’t going to shut up and I needed to tell you something, so.”

“What is it?”

“I like you too, stop worrying.” Y/n smiles shyly and Ollie’s face relaxes and he half grins.

“That’s really, really great.” Ollie smiles pulls her in for another kiss.

The two stare into each others eyes again before smiling holding each other in their arms. Ollie’s hands wrapped around her waist and her arms around his upper body.

They’re both smiling like idiots as they hold each other. A thousand thoughts running through their minds at once. Happy and nervousness. One thing they were sure of was that matter how chaotic their schedules were, they were going to make this work.

And you know what?

A couple years later, the two walked through the doors of the very same bar and they both grinned as they carved their initials into the table, their wedding rings shimmering under the bar lighting.

[sunflowerreid]

Please let me help - S.R

Spencer gets caught in a rather compromising position

Warnings : Masturbation, use of sex toys, Sub spencer

After a long, draining day at work you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up into your safe space, your gorgeous boyfriend. Spencer was waiting at home for you, presumably hiding in corner with his nose buried in his fiftieth book of the day, and you couldn’t wait to see him again. Leaving him earlier in the morning was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, he looked adorable nuzzled into your chest, his heartbeat gently caressing your side as you slowly traced your hand up and down his back in a calming manor, you never wanted to leave the bed. But the screeching sound of your alarm clock startled Spencer awake and burst the bubble of tranquility, forcing you to pull yourself out of the comfort of your bed. Eight hours was way too long away from Spencer, you’d received a few messages from him that you’d eagerly answered throughout the day but you missed him, you needed to see that beautiful smile of his. You climbed into your car, beginning the fifteen minute journey back home, ready to see your eager boy.

As you arrived through the front door expecting to see Spencer perched on the end of the sofa ready to jump back in your arms, you were met with an empty living room. You knew he was in, his mismatched converse were thrown at the door in their usual position. The apartment was silent, creepily silent, making you think he may of gone out wearing a different pair of shoes, unlikely but possible. The longer you stood there the more thoughts flooded into your head, had he left without telling you? Had something happened? Had he been kidnapped by an unsub?, questions continued to plague your mind, the worst coming to mind until a sound ripped through the silence.

The sound came from the other side of the apartment. You slowly made your way across the carpeted floor, preparing yourself for the worst as a low groan came from behind the door of your bedroom, thinking Spencer might of been hurt you quickly opened the door. You were met with the one of the most surprising but sexiest sights you have ever witnessed. Your gorgeous boyfriend was clinging onto your pillow for dear life, his hips humping up into the pile of pillows under them, your pillow muffled his moans, his face pushed down into it as he desperately fucked what you thought were two pillows pushed on top of each other. Listening in closer as he began humping erratically, moans getting louder, you could hear a squishing wet noise every time his hips moved. His voice pulled you out of your trance, “Fuck y/n, right there please so close, please” he whimpered as his hips moved faster.

“Couldn’t wait for me sweetheart?” You said as you made your way over to the bed. Spencer jumped up, his face turned the same same colour as the tip of his erection as he faced you, surprised and clearly very embarrassed. “Aw no need to be embarrassed sweetie want me to help?” you said gently as you reached the bed, tucking his hair behind his ears as he looked up at you nodding, his eyes begging you to do something, anything.

“M’sorry needed you couldn’t wait please” he whispered, his forehead was pressed against yours as you, his hand grabbing at your hips as you kissed him, hands gripping into his hair as you lowered him down onto his back, straddling his thighs while avoiding his leaking erection, throbbing for your attention when something caught your eye. Wedged between the two pillows was Spencer’s fleshlight, the same one you’d bought for him as a gag gift last Christmas. His eyes were shut tight as you continued your movements before sliding your hand across the bed to retrieve the fleshlight. Your gorgeous boy was still whimpering underneath you as you began slowly grinding down onto him, “Fucckkk please, please need it please” he begged, his hands death gripping onto your hips and you kissed down his neck. You continued your torture before bringing the fleshlight down his body and engulfing his swollen tip into the toy, “OH FUCKK” he moaned loudly as his entire body twitched thrusting up into his toy. Taking pity on him you moved the fleshlight further down, sucking down his entire erection. “Please y/n please can’t take it anymore need to cum please hurts” he mumbled, eyes tearing over. His erection throbbed within the toy as you began moving it rhythmically up and down, from base to tip “Fuck yes” Spencer moaned as you continued, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his hips humped up into the toy following your hand. “Gonna cum so close please” he whined as you sped up, precum flowing from his tip as it peeked out from the top of the toy “God fuck!” He shouted his entire body twitching as his back arched, toes curled and spurts of cum trickled out of his tip “Fuck I love you” he whispered as he came down relaxing into the bed. “I love you too sweetheart” you said softly, stroking his hair as his eyes began to shut.

[argreion]

A Dance with the Devil

WARNINGS: P in V, Leon being a little animalistic, small blood kink, FANGS- LEON HAS FANGS! A little fingering and humping. Leon regrets what he did. Dub-con and non-con(?) Semi-OOC Leon. Subtle breeding kink. Suicide mention. CHOPPY WRITING AND SHIT DIALOGUE TOO!

Val here - This is still KIND OF smutty, but I like fucking around with emotions. I like to just kind of get into the mindset, y'know? I hope you guys can still enjoy this! I might do headcanons abt my version of Las Plagas Leon. :)

Not proofread cause TIREDDD. Yay :3

Imagine this...

Being forced to find Leon Scott Kennedy, the man who 'saved' Ashley. While sacrificing himself to the Plagas, as he would survive the island being blown to bits. Somehow can understand everything around him, unlike the people in the village. However, he's changed... for the worse.

Having his fangs bite into your shoulder, rutting into you. Blood down your back. Your top discarded—no, RIPPED into scraps on the floor. As was the broken Springfield XD on the floor. The box of ammo was torn apart, bullets scattered. Whimpers coming from your mouth as he would dry hump you. This isn't what you signed up for, trying to see where Agent Kennedy went. Was this even Agent Kennedy?

“I can read your mind, y'know?” He would purr, letting himself lap up the blood on your back. “Pretty, unsavory, all the reason to love it.”

This was an invasion of privacy, as you felt him delve deeper into your mind. Picking every single little memory, wet dream, embarrassing moment, anything he could use. As if you were laid out on an operating table, your skull cut open. Tools shoved in and out of it, taking every bit of your life away. That's what it felt like, being forced to stay still. Even as he just rubbed against you.

“Don't be afraid of me, doll. See, am I hurting you?” Uh, ya just did hurt me... You bit my shoulder! What the fuck!? You were bleeding, and he seriously just had to say that?

A shriek came from your lips as he pulled your head back. One hand on your throat, squeezing as his fangs trailed up to your jugular. Teasing a painful death, that would end in blood squirting from your throat.

Even worse, was when you felt him pry into your psyche more. This time, making your body freeze up. Forcing a freeze response on you, fear trickling slowly into your veins. Adrenaline accompanies that feeling as it creeps up your spine. Your mind screamed to move, as his hands struggled with your belt.

“No grites, amada, no duele. Sigo siendo yo, siempre he sido yo.”

What the fuck did he just say? Beloved? Love? Icky, disgusting, vile. Wanted to kill yourself, just had to grab that knife...

You attempted once more to break free of this little revolting mind game. Only to be met with a throbbing, stabbing pain. Images flashed in your mind as it felt like your sanity dripped so slowly from your body. Like that needle in Sleeping Beauty, instead, it would bring you an inconceivable amount of agony.

Tears came from your eyes as you could feel his claws meet your pants. Feeling them threaten to slice them apart, and oh so they did. Claws that you would say possibly an inch, now grew to be six inches. Ripping them, alongside your panties, off.

“Empapada. Perfect, you are my little breeder, la esposa perfecta.”

Chuckling as he would trace your folds, letting it seep in. Letting that dread seep into your bloodstream more and more. Stifling the moan as he would rub your clit. Cold claws against a hot pussy wasn't a good mix. Especially when the claws you speak of could rip you in half.

Rubbing you off, letting his claws go lower. Up and down, a coin trying to find its slot. Hit that jackpot with the insertion of his fingers. Making you cry, as it was relatively easy to find that spot. He'd have to thank Saddler if he were alive.

“Does that feel good? So tight, Haré que encaje.”

Please, stop mixing Spanish with English. You only knew a little, the numbers, hi, bye, all the simple-ass jazz. It was annoying as you couldn't understand him, but that was the point. He didn't want you to truly understand what was happening. Yet, you did, you were here to save him. Ashley already told her dad what happened, the dad to the lower, and the lower to the units. Commanded to find the agent, dead or alive. Yet, never said he'd be infected. She left that out... A genuine fuck you, Ashley, for that. You wouldn't have claws in your pussy if you knew about that. Would've taken the next plane back to the U.S.

Leon decided it was enough preparation, throwing you on the cold, rough ground. Stone scraping against your back and arms. Skinned, and still bleeding. At least he was kind enough to stop fucking with your body. Letting you use the adrenaline from earlier to push yourself up. Screaming as you were forced to take a knee. Footsteps coming after you, alongside the sound of a belt unbuckling.

“Don't run, little lamb. It'll be fine... There's no reason to be scared of me. It's paradise here, with me.”

With you? As if. The body that pressed against yours wasn't a paradise. It was hell, chaining you to the ground as he would grip your wrists together. A small rut of his hips as his head met with your folds. Lubricating himself for what's to come.

“Do you feel it?” He asked, letting his mouth caress your ear again. Claws holding your hips as he would gently, yet forcefully enter you.

“T-the dick?” You wheezed out, being met with a chuckle wasn't a good sign.

“No, of course not, little lamb. I mean, the squirming inside your veins already.”

What did he say?

“What?” You froze, turning your head towards him. Was that bite from him infecting you? Was that how he could force your body to freeze up?

“Do you feel my love? Do you see what I show you?”

Planned like always, images started to flash. Like a mind link that was forcefully shared. Images of Krauser, Saddler, Rámon, and many more could flash. Through their eyes, under the watchful eye of Saddler. An educated guess was that it somehow passed from Saddler to Leon. Now, throwing away most of the man's humanity for reproducing. At least he wasn't eating your organs, you've seen... Things.

D̵͙̲͔̻͚̋͐̊̀̚ȍ̷̢͇̀͋͗͛ ̷͈̈́̚y̵͎͖̤̅͠o̸̲̟͈̰͆̽̆̚u̴͈͂ ̶̢̱̺̹̠̄̀̀͘ś̸̙͑͂͛̊e̶̛̙͖̦̘̐̑̇̿ḝ̸͉̈̚͝ ̷̗̟̩̙͔̈͝ţ̶͇̦͍͐͂̑̓͘ḩ̵̛͇̍̊̾e̶͓̜̓͌͆ ̴͍̎̾i̷̩̟͌m̷̧̹̞͍̺̎͝ạ̷̭̣̭͒͌͋ģ̶̼͎̩̪̀́̄͗ę̷͍͘s̸͉̺͍̙̩̎?̸̼̜̈́̿͑͗͋ ̴̜̒̌Ď̵̢̰̣̜̠o̵̠̐̎͒ ̵̫̖̲̬͌͐̚y̵͔͔͙̠̩̋̓̀̈́́ő̵̖̊̓ụ̴̡̡̘̔͌ ̷̥̄͂̍̈́ś̵̥̣̼̃̍̄̂e̸̮̗̣̰̩̋́̓͋e̷̳̓͋ ̴̡̘̭́̈́͋ͅt̵̢͍̉ḥ̸̨̥̗̰̉̑̓ė̴͇͘ ̶̞̤̈͋͗͝p̷̧̫͚̯̾̊a̸͓͋̃̽̐i̸̞̟̬̐n̸̲͚̞͐̓͝ ̶̭̙̤̳͖̈̅̉͛͝t̶̤̦͋̾ḧ̵͚̺̪̔̐e̸̺̲̒ͅŷ̵̖͇͈̖̈̌͝ ̴̬̙̞̉͐̓̑͘h̷͈̻̲̰̭̃ạ̷̧̠́̊d̷̬̔̏͝͠ ̴͇̟̦̅̎͘b̵͇̦̗͕̀̓̈́͌̚͜e̴̢̬͌͘͠f̸̡̧̠̉͂̓̽͜ǒ̴̟r̷̨̢͕̥͐̒̎e̸͕̠͉̖͆̒ ̸̡̯̙͎̒̈́͂̕t̶̫̞̗̼͊̆̾h̷̪̥̹̥̿e̴̤͈̐y̸̘͔̙͖̮͊ ̴͖̟̦̘̫̈́t̷̢͎̼̘̳̃u̷̩̎̎̎͠r̴̘̗̬̣̊͊͒n̴̺͆̄͗̚e̸̺̱̳̩̽̉ḓ̷̗͊̾͊͘?̴̙͛̈́̓̋ ̵̟͈͎̅͜I̸̝͛͛̾s̴̱̩̟̼̲̆̓n̵͈͇̼̳̰̆̑̎͘͠'̵̧̢̻̽̉t̵̡͕͑́̇̌͠ ̴̨̻̺͎͓̏̿į̴̛̻̪͓̐͆t̸̡̩̙̏́ ̵̪͐͋͐́l̴͎̖̥̺͛ǫ̷̯̲̹̚v̷̮̠̲̜͗e̴̢̩̭̺͋̾͐̎l̴̝̮͕̞͚̑́ŷ̸͖̗̮̗͗͜?̵̨͕̹̂

You could only scream, struggling against him, as he continued to show you image after image. His words burn into your mind, lighting the fire in your mind. Cinders turning into dead bodies, bodies to 'paradise'.

All while this happened, veins started to creep up your body. A soothing feeling as your mind began to calm down. The images would no longer burn, as his thrusts wouldn't burn either.

Thrust after thrust, the squelching of your pussy. Plagas ruining through your veins, submitting to its whim. All while that monster stared at you. Fangs bared as he'd use your very body to create something he wanted.

The actual question was, did he even know what he was doing?

Deep in his subconscious, you could feel it. Connected by that parasite he stuck inside you. Seeing a shivering little boy, turning to that eager rookie for his first day. Growing into a stoic man after seeing the horrors of the world. His stage was lonely, as was his life. Watching as his hands no longer became his own, veins covering his body.

Watching as he would turn to you, eyes scared. Afraid. Afraid of what was happening. An agent, trained to be someone who protected you against horrors. Scared to fight it, terrified as he became it. Startled as he raped you into the ground.

Moaning outside your mind, praising a good lamb for being so willing. Leon hunched over your body, hugging you to himself. Tears came down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut. Screaming at himself for this, why was his body doing this? A sick pervert. Would God even accept him into the heavens? How would he atone? Sure, he didn't pray often, but he hoped someone was watching him. Mom, Dad, even an old friend, someone.

“Accept this, please,” Leon begged, thrusts becoming more forceful. Moans fell from your lips as you accepted this. Both of you were fucked over. The two of you to be lambs of slaughter. Fucking the pain away, and using the Plagas as a drug. A drug that helped you forget the pain of life.

You could only scream again and again. Fingers digging into his forearms, with one hand to support both your weights. Sweat dripped down your face as you worked yourself.

Leon's courteousness was nice, at least the generosity he could sneak through. Feeling him somewhat lift himself off your body so you wouldn't become a human pancake from a muscular man.

“Que Dios nos salve.” He let out a final breath, halting as he would press you back down into the stone. You couldn't speak well, overwhelmed by what had happened in a mere thirty minutes of being here. Well, technically hours, but thirty minutes with him.

The bubbling in your uterus didn't help, as you felt something be inserted. Followed by a soft burn with a bulge. Fucked, implanted, impregnated. Couldn't even register the burn. Thinking it could've been your vagina screaming at Leon to pull out.

Hearing Leon let out a grunt, and his boots thudding against the floor, caught your attention. Turning your head to see him struggle to come to terms with what he had done. Veins faded from his arms, and his eyes lost that sinister look in them.

“Are you ok?” You asked, still laid out on the floor. Honestly, with the way things are right now... The stone seemed better than standing.

“Yeah, I'm good.” Was his reply, the thudding of his boots growing louder. Till they came up behind your head, halting. A hand reached out to you.

“¿Necesitas ayuda?” Leon paused, coughing as he corrected himself. “I mean... Do you need help? It comes randomly at points. Part of preserving memories.”

“Preserving memories makes you speak Spanish? Are you sure it's not just you spewing out random Spanish words?” I mean, you've never heard of something making someone change their language. Unique. Also, freaky since it possibly rewired his whole brain.

“Not my choice.” He chuckled, before noticing the bite mark on your shoulder. Mentally wincing at the fact he bit someone. Reminded him of RC heavily. “Sorry about the bite, too. Not my choice either.”

Leon gently sat you up, a hand on your back. “I'm surprised they sent an agent after me. Do they know I'm...?”

“They do.” You answered, already knowing the question he would ask. No doubt, he probably was curious why the government was here, Probably for the remnants Las Plagas.

“Not surprising.” He mumbled to himself, letting his fingers comb through his hair. Worrisome. It had only been months, and they were coming after him. Was it good? Yes. Was it bad? Yes. They'd test on him, use his blood, just like they did with Sherry. Probably did something like that with Manuela, too.

As you let him be by himself, you reached for the knife on your waist. Only to be stopped by yourself. Your mind began to ache again, and Leon took notice.

“I'd recommend not trying to use anything that can be a weapon, at least for a week.”

“Why?” You asked, before noticing he didn't even have any weapons. “Did you try...?”

“Of course I did, who wouldn't try to kill themselves? It's a given at this point.” He stated, bluntly. At least he tried to be reasonable. Seeing the look of utter defeat in his eyes hurt a little. Watching as he would try to think of something for you. Pushed you into a corner and hurt a poor lady. Mom would kill him for that if she was alive, too. Manners, Leon, manners.

“Do you want my jacket?”

A small wave of sheepskin entered your peripheral. Leon was turned away in an act of respect for your 'indignity'. Perhaps blushing a little, poor guy didn't jerk off often. His compression shirt was dirty, covered in dried blood, mud, and probably a bit of shit. Forced to deal with his mess, even for a clean freak.

Gently taking it from him, feeling the texture in your hands. Nice. Expensive. He must've liked fancy coats, 'cause this was one. Sliding it over your body was... Warm. It was warm. Comforting, reminded you of home. Made you look up at Leon, watching as he walked back and forth.

"T-thank you?" You chuckled, pulling the jacket closer to your body. Huddled in it like a newborn baby. Your 'mother' clearly stressed out.

"Wait, why'd you infect me?"

You could hear the small sound of his boots rubbing against the stone. Like nails on a chalkboard.

"Do you think I want to do this?" He enquired, staring down at you.

"Clearly not, but... It's a question. Am I going to be like you?"

A question he couldn't actually answer. Judging by the way he stood there, just staring.

"Let's not worry about that, for now."

Really? Ok, look, you're fuckin' stranded. He's been infected for months. He literally just raped you, apologized, and now it's awkward. What the hell are you supposed to do? You can't literally grab a knife, your mind doesn't even want you to grab a knife. It physically freezes you from it.

Secondly, you can't even try to get help. What do you tell someone like Hunnigan? Your F.O.S. agent? Someone in AMERICA? Oh, I'm infected and found Leon S. Kennedy infected too! They'll kill you!

It made you wonder why you were forced here. Was it supposed to be a scheme from the government? They knew Leon was alive, or supposedly, from Ashley. Now you're here with him.

"Did I get fucked over?" Asides from the dread from earlier, another type of dread settled in. Did they just fly you out here because you should've been killed? The government was always corrupt, but you didn't do anything at all. Not you can recall anything unusual...

"Yeah, you did." Leon answered, a small look of regret in his eyes.

"I'm sorry you're stuck here with me forever, now."

Honestly got really fucking tired writing. So sorry for the ending too, btw. nbfiecdswhcnj

[radio-writes]

Your Place in the Eyes of a God

Synopsis: You thought yourself oh so lucky that the demon who owned your soul was charming and kind.

Most people just had monsters ordering them about, at least your owner Alastor saw you as a lovely companion.

Warnings: Implied abusive relationship, power imbalance

Tags: Relationship can be read in any way; Alastor x Reader; gn!reader

MDNI

Being under contract, you weren't exactly overjoyed at the fact that you didn't own your own soul, but at least your contractor wasn't a monster, right? At least he was sweet, and funny, and charming.

And oh was he charming.

That is how your soul ended up chained to his after all.

He was always so kind to you. He treated you as if you were a friend—a person.

He had taken you out for meals; showed you off from time to time. He had adored every single gift you ever gave him. He had always asked you to smile because he just found you oh so

"Lovely," He said.

And it filled your head with clouds every single time. His soft compliments never failed to make you forget where you actually stood. 

So, you never really expected things to change so quickly. So drastically.

You desperately slapped your hands over your mouth, clasped tight against your lips to silence even the smallest whimpers that threatened to slip out. You pressed against the wall, hiding, maybe if even hoping that it would open up and swallow you whole. Take you some place else—anywhere else—but here.

You watched with wide, teary eyes, unable to look away.

It was hard for you to connect the charming man you fell for with the nightmare of a creature you saw looming over Husk. 

That thing that threatened to rip the poor man's soul apart couldn't possibly be your Alastor, right? There was no way that was your sweet, funny, charming Alastor. 

But those hands that yanked at the chain were unmistakably the same ones that gently combed through you hair at night. 

That smile he held while he threatened the man was unmistakably the same one you woke up sweetly to almost every morning.

That voice, albeit distorted more than usual by static, promising wicked acts, was unmistakably the same voice that softly greeted you good morning, asking if you had a good rest.

There was no mistake. There was no denying it. 

"Understood," You barely hear Husk's frightened response.

"Lovely," Alastor praised before he left Husk shaking on the ground by his feet.

You felt your heart sink immediately. 

Lovely. The word echoed in your head, your blood now ran cold.

Lovely. The mockery, the disdain, the obvious threat to obey him or else. You didn't think such a simple word could hold so much malice. 

"I can't wait to wear that new necklace you got for me!"

"I got you this tie because it just seemed like it was your style!"

"Of course, I'm smiling! I'm with you, aren't I?"

You didn't notice when your knees finally gave away under you. You didn't notice when you started crying. Your body simply crumpled to the floor as you continued to press your hands against your mouth, silencing the sobs that ripped through you. 

Alastor had already left. You didn't need to hide around the corner anymore. You were safe now. 

No. Have you ever truly been safe?

Because what was his response? What did he say every time you followed his requests? Every time you excitedly handed him whatever trinket you thought he'd like? Every time you smiled for him?

Lovely. The word rang in your ears.

Lovely.

It wasn't a compliment, you realized.

It was never a compliment. It was a praise. A praise for being such a good, obedient pet.

[gamergirl-niffler]

I could use some comforting, you know? Can I ask for Kyōjurō, Sanemi, Muzan and Gyutaro with a girlfriend who lost their sight in battle (for slayers - in the battle against Muzan; for demons - in the battle against demon slayers)

Ohhh sweetie! I did my best, I hope you'll like what I did!

Demon Slayer men & demons x blinded s/o

Sanemi 

- Everyone sees Sanemi as a cold man. The one that doesn't really care about anyone else, but he does care about you. 

- This soft side is a secret, available only for you (and his little brother, sometimes) to witness.

-  He visits you every day if he only can. When he needs to leave for more than a day, he not only informs you, but also asks (better word would be orders) Genya to visit you to 'fill in' for him.

-  When he is with you, Sanemi is a completely different man. He isn't the same Shinazugawa that everyone knows.

- Sanemi can of course help you around. He is cleaning and cooking for you, making sure you are as comfortable as possible.

- His favorite part is when the two of you sit on the egawa and enjoy the beautiful day.

- This can't be more perfect. He is holding you close in a tight embrace while talking.

- Sanemi loves you deeply, but there is one thing he will never tell you. He blames himself for your sight loss, it's his fault your beautiful eyes lost the shine and color because he wasn't there to protect you.

- You always seem to feel when he slips into those thoughts. Your one hand grabs his while the other moves back into his hair.

- Your touch brings him back to the right place. You are still with him. That's the most important.

- He is going to fucking rip apart the demon that did this to you.

Kyojuro

- Kyojuro is a good and affectional man. 

- He remembers his dear mother and how much help she needed, so he is here to deliver and assist you.

- Similar to Sanemi, he visits you with Senjuro or asks him to visit you whenever he himself isn't available.

- Every day Kyojuro is taking you for a walk, describing what he sees. Whenever he sees a dog or cat, he calls them over just so you can pet them.

- He loves to eat with you. Kyo is sitting close when the two of you enjoy the meal, talking about all the flavors.

- Kyojuro isn't feeding you. You aren't a child, you can eat on your own, BUT he is there just in case.

-  Since losing your sight, you cannot enjoy a good book. Thankfully, your sweet boyfriend is there. Kyojuro finds a comfortable spot for the two of you to sit and then starts to read for you.

- Of course it's not just reading, he is doing the best job possible. He is even making funny voices if needed.

- When you doze off on his shoulder, he chuckles softly. After putting the book away, he moves you to your bed.

- Kyojuro tucks you in and stays by your side, just in case you suddenly wake up. He doesn't want you to feel sad and/or scared when he isn't next to you.

- Revenge isn't a good thing, but Kyojuro will deliver it to the demon that harmed you.

Gyutaro

- He is angry.

- Some pathetic slayer dared to put his filthy hands on his beloved.

- Because of the cursed blade slayers carry around, you cannot heal.

- How could they hurt his treasure! 

- Gyutaro in some way sees it in a good way - with your eyes gone, you don't need to look at his ugly body. He even tells you this at some point

- You scold him for this.

- You are so precious to him that you aren't allowed to leave his side.

- Of course Gyutaro is taking care of you as much as he needs to.

- While hunting, he shares his food with you.

- He doesn't want you to starve, and he is hoping that once you get strong enough, you'll be able to regenerate or change your body to regain your sight.

- Gyutaro isn't into cuddles, but things like this... But for you, he is ready to do this, just to make you happy.

- While he cuddles you, he is telling you everything he loves about you, and you do the same for him, making him groan.

- He makes sure that the slayer who crippled you is eaten by you and him.

Muzan

- The Demon King is furious!

- Slayer who dared to deprive you of your sight did not live to see another sunrise.

- He just gained one more reason to get rid of the slayers. No one cripples his beloved.

- Upper Moons as well as other pathetic demons are sent out to hunt down each member of the corps. He will feed them all to you!

- You are his special demon with even more special treatment.

- Your Demon King loves to cuddle you and keep you close. Afterall you are his treasure, he doesn't want to ever let you go, especially now.

- No Demon is allowed to disrespect you or look down on you. It means death.

- Muzan makes sure you never go hungry. How could he?

- He is working on his research, and you are there, listening to his voice and adding your own thoughts or ideas.

- Behind your back, he is working on a way to bring your sight back. He is ready to do everything he can to help you.

[daichiduskdrop]

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Chapter 09

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: mentions of criminal activity

Words: 3457

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie @everyonehatesshani @iamkookiesforyou

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Your cheeks heated up, warming up to a sweet pink colour. Yoongi's fingers rubbed over your skin gently, and his soft chuckles were warm.

„Hm.. aren't you just the cutest thing? So soft, baby.” His voice was as sweet as ever, calming your nerves like a dream. He was very proud of you for opening up and telling them about your past.

The alpha realised more than well that he wasn't that good at comforting anyone, and in front of his packmates, he felt a bit shy about showing a lot of affection. But still, he felt the need to show how much he appreciated you opening up to them.

You really made him proud.

„Hyung, we have to go; others are already waiting in the car!” A distant shout rang through the small apartment. Looking up, Yoongi sighed in disappointment. He wanted to hold you for a little longer, but sadly, it wasn't possible.

„Come on, kitty, let's go, or Jimin-ah will rip my ears off with his screaming.” Giggling at the distaste in his voice, you allowed the older man to pull you by your hands until you were standing up before the bed.

Picking up your stuffed backpack, Yoongi threw it over his shoulder before you even had time to take it from him. Clicking his teeth together at your attempt to carry it, he walked towards the entrance, pulling you behind him.

Zipping his jacket up, he watched over you as you pulled on your snow boots and coat. Just as you were about to walk from the door to your apartment, his warm palms softly nudged you back in.

„Wait kitty. Let me tie them better for you; you'll trip like this.” Kneeling on one knee, the man held the shoelaces, tying them up in a tight knot.

He didn't allow you to go right after he tied the first one; feeling like he needed to be assured of the strength of the other knot, he re-tied it fully.

Finally standing up, Yoongi was about a head taller than you. Bending his face a little, he zipped up the zip all the way to your neck before he helped you tie the scarf.

Nodding to himself, he took a hold of your palm, intertwining your fingers with his once again. Squeezing them, he led you out, letting you lock the doors after yourself before walking with you downstairs towards the opened parking lot.

The car wasn't parked anymore; with the engine already running and the lights shining through the dark night quickly approaching, it stood right before the entrance of the apartment complex you resided in for the time being.

Ushering you towards it, he pulled the doors open, letting you climb in first. There wasn't much space left; the seats were already rearranged so all the packmates would fit comfortably.

With a walkway going through the middle of the van, there were three seats lining the back. With two seats on each side in front of those, the car could comfortably host nine people.

Walking in, you noticed one of the seats left for you, right in the middle of the back row. With lights shining in the car, you easily walked over towards where Taehyung and Jungkook were motioning.

„Come here, sit down, baby. It's going to be a while before we arrive.” Handing you the seatbelt, the two alphas on either side of you watched as you clicked it in securely.

With Yoongi also climbing in, sitting opposite Hobi, and Jimin in the first row alone, Namjoon turned in his passenger seat to check on everyone. After Jimin pulled the doors shut, and also buckled in, Jin started driving to their packhouse.

It wasn't much longer than 18.30, but since it was winter, the sun has gone down earlier than usual. The snow has stopped coming down for a few hours today, but by tomorrow morning, the height the snowflakes will cover should only grow.

The city has grown a little quieter since they chose to go through the less crowded streets on the outskirts. It felt warm in the vehicle; the heater turned on, allowing you to unzip your jacket a little.

„What songs should we play, little cub? What do you like to listen to?” Turning from the window, you were watching the passing streets, and you looked at the pack alpha.

He smiled at you softly, and the search bar turned on the flat touch screen before him. After thinking for a second, you decided that one of the older albums from Coldplay was music that suited the situation well.

You always loved the band; the songs from their old albums like Parachutes or A Rush Of Blood To The Head were ones you held closest to your heart. Shuffling the playlist, Namjoon turned on the speakers, a soft background noise filling the car.

„You like Coldplay cub?” Jin asked, keeping his eyes securely on the road. It was dark by now, and some of the streets could be very icy and slippery. He was already more than careful on the roads, but with you in the car, no added precautions were unwelcome.

„Yea, I really like some of their songs. They are very calming for me; do you like them too? We can listen to something else if you want.” Your eyes grew bigger with a hint of worry. Did they not like what you chose?

„Nonsence princess. We are just interested in what you like. Coldplay is a really nice band; we made a song with them; did you ever listen to it?” Jimin said, casting you a quick glance.

„You met them? Really? You actually met up with them?” It was hard for you to hold the excitement in; your curious and happy scent came out of you in strong, urgent waves.

Chuckling, the alphas smiled at how sweet you were. „Of course we did, bub; how else would we be able to make the song?” Hobi answered your questions, smiling from ear to ear. You were just too cute for your own good.

Throwing your head back, you sighed in amazement. „That's so cool though!” Showing you his phone screen, Taehyung scrolled through a few selfies with them and the band, taken by him or the other packmates, shared together in their group chat earlier.

Taking his phone from his outstretched hand, you couldn't help but whine a little. You've wanted to listen to their music live for a long time by now, and the pack got to make a full-on song with them too? How amazing was that?

„Me and Chris still keep in touch from time to time; would you like to also meet them sometimes, cub?” Looking up abruptly in shock, you watched the eldest. Your eyes were blown wide, most definitely shining in the street lights.

„What? Is that even possible? That must be hard to manage. Don't worry, it's alright.” You voiced it, your voice calming down quickly. Sure, you would love to go, hell yeah, but you didn't want the pack to go through any more trouble for you.

„Kitten, it's alright. Jin Hyung and Chris just bonded honestly; they still chat now and then. It will most definitely not be an issue for us to manage. Do you want to go to a concert too, kitty?” You watched the cat-like eyes of the alpha with amazement. This was just too good to be true.

„Really? You would be able to do that?”

„Baby, we can and will do everything for you. You want to go to their concert, then? Come here, sweetie, and let's look at some of the dates together. I'm not sure when they are in Seoul again.” Pulling you closer by your shoulder, Jungkook lightly pushed his palm against your temple, settling your head against his shoulder.

Quickly typing on his phone, he googled the upcoming tour the band will be attending, scrolling until he saw Korean cities come up.

„Do they have any concerts coming up?” The pack alpha asked, already going through his contact list to select one of the band members.

Humming in reply, the youngest alpha clicked on a link for a concert that would come up in Busan in just about three months.

„Yea, there is one in Busan and Seoul during March." Where would you like to go, baby?”

You weren't to Busan basically ever; even when you visited Korea for your grandparents funeral, it wasn't a destination you were to.

„I wasn't ever to Busan, plus I bet it would be too much of a hustle to go... It's really okay; we don't have to go at all.” You said it, your voice growing softer and quieter with every passing word.

Hearing a loud gasp coming from next to you, the wide-eyed eyes seemed surreal with how big they appeared.

„You were never to Busan? Baby, no! We have to go then; Namjoonie Hyung will text them about it, don't worry.” Jungkook gasped, his voice surprised.

„Absolutely! She has to visit; we can take her around the city too. Princess, you'll like it a lot. Trust Alpha now.” Jimin proclaimed loudly and turned in his seat to look at you.

„I bet kitten will find Daegu better. There are a lot of pretty parks and art museums; you'll love it there. Alpha will take you soon, okay, kitty?” Yoongi too looked over at you by the end of his sentence; with his head rested against his palm, he looked calm.

„Yah, Hyung, don't say that! You know well that Busan has beautiful museums and-”

Before any more discussion over who's home city was the best, Namjoon was quick to end the upcoming argument.

„Okay, okay, everyone calm down! Just let me text them in peace, please. Gosh.” He mumbled the last part to himself, earning a snicker from his left.

„No, it's really okay; we don't have to go if it's a bother."

„Not at all, pup. We all want to meet up with them too, so don't worry about a thing. We can make a reservation for some hotel in Busan too; would you like to have a nice weekend there? We can go look around some spots; I'm sure Kookie and Jiminie would love to show you around.”

Realising that any discussion you attempted to have around the matter had ended, you only nodded softly.

„My final exams are scheduled for the start of February. By March, I'll have my lessons again as usual, but hopefully getting a free weekend won't be so complicated. I'm very happy and excited. Thank you so much.” Your smile was bright; you were already happy about the upcoming trip you had just planned for yourself.

„It's okay, sunshine. We are happy too, but just for the record, Gwangju also has a beautiful national park and a-” 

„Okay, okay, Hobi! Shush now; we can take Y/N around all of our home towns. Don't start an argument now; I can already hear the maknaes.” The packalpha quickly interrupted him, his fingers texting quickly over the message screen he had opened.

Stopping the car, Jin turned off the engine. With the packmates suddenly realising that they were home, the doors opened quickly, with them pillaging out one after another. Helping you step down, Taehyung took a hold of your palm.

Smiling up at him, you let him lead you towards the entrance, stepping into his footprints so you wouldn't get your feet too wet. With Yoongi carrying your stuff securely, the whole pack got into their packhouse.

Turning on the lights throughout the houses, all the alphas were quick to disperse after shuffling off their shoes and coats and hanging them up properly.

Doing the same, you slid off your boots. Hoseok took them from you and placed them underneath the heater, making sure they would be nice, warm and dry for you by tomorrow morning. They didn't want you to get sick.

Picking up the backpack Yoongi placed by the entrance doors, you turned to Jungkook, his hand already outstretched to you.

Letting him lead you through the house, he walked with you up the stairs, where all of their personal rooms were. With two guestrooms upstairs too, one already occupied by you the night before, the pack decided that would be your room from now on.

They will get you furniture to suit your taste soon too, allowing you to personalise the room however you want. They weren't expecting you to move in immediately, but the alphas hoped that maybe in a few days you would consider spending the nights here more often.

For now, they are more than happy with the occasional stays you might be interested in sharing with them in their packhouse.

Opening the door to you, Jungkook was quick to slide off the backpack from your back, placing it at the foot of the bed. Taking a seat next to it, you watched as he unzipped it and helped him pull out some of the stuff you took with you.

Plugging the charger in, you also took your phone out of the small pocket, turning it on.

„Can you put your contact information in, please?” You asked, staring up at the alpha. He faced you immediately, his nice-looking bunny smile greeting you back.

„Of course, baby! Here, let me type my number in. You want the other alphas there too, right?” You nodded, a little shy with your sudden request. You hoped you weren't stepping over any set boundaries, but with how happy Jungkook looked, you mustn't have.

After copying the other man's numbers from his screen, he handed the phone back to you. Be no fool, he noticed well how slow and beaten up the device was; the screen cracked in a few spots. Your phone case must have been clear at some point too, but by now it was an odd shade of yellow that didn't look too nice in his eyes.

Smiling at him, you unconsciously ran a hand over the brown hoodie Hobi so kindly gave you the first night you spent there. When you came into your room tonight, it was neatly folded by the pillows of the bed, and a faint smell of the eldest alpha covered it.

„Come on, baby, let's see what Jin's cooking. I'm so hungry!” The alpha, he said, ushering you back downstairs before him. He watched closely over you as you stepped down the stairs. He wasn't too worried necessarily, but he knew that the steps were a little slippery from time to time, and he didn't want you to fall down by accident.

Walking towards the living room connected to the kitchen, Jin was truly making dinner, just like Kook predicted. With a few of the alphas resting on the couch and the soft audio of the TV playing in the background, you went after the youngest and the eldest.

„How can I help Hyung?" The alpha asked, already washing a few of the vegetables in the sink. With Jin looking up only for a small second, he noticed you standing next to Jungkook, unsure of what to do.

„Baby cub, here, go to the other alpha's bub. They are watching the news; go look with them, sweetheart.” His voice was soft, but the slightest bit of command was in its undertone.

Not daring to argue, even if you wanted to help at least a little, you allowed yourself to walk back to the soft, plush couch.

Jin wouldn't mind you being around him, and by no means will the other alphas; they will always enjoy your company. But still, the kimchi-jjigae included quite a bit of cutting, and he didn't want to take any chances of you getting injured.

Taking a seat, you were next to Jimin and Taehyung, who made a spot for you immediately after seeing you approaching. Settling in, you let them drape a soft blanket over your front. Pulling your knees up to your chin, you focused on the television.

The main news channel was playing, the daily news report going as a nice-looking woman spoke, her hair cut short in a styled bob with a few wrinkles here and there. She wore a clean-looking suit that fitted her great, her shoulders looking sharp and high.

„...ently experiencing a relentless snowfall that has blanketed cities and towns across the nation. The inclement weather has led to disrupted transportation services, road closures, and power outages in some areas. Local authorities have advised residents to avoid unnecessary travel and to stay updated on official announcements regarding safety measures.

Citizens, brace yourselves, as a powerful snowstorm is expected to hit the country. Meteorologists have issued warnings for heavy snowfall and strong winds across various regions. Citizens are advised to take necessary precautions and stay updated with weather bulletins to ensure their safety during this inclement weather.

The Ministry of Interior advises residents to stock up on essential supplies such as food, water, medication, and batteries. Homeowners are urged to clear their walkways and driveways of snow promptly to prevent accidents or injuries caused by slippery surfaces.

Flights have been cancelled or delayed at major airports across the country due to poor visibility and unsafe runway conditions.

Public transportation services, including trains and buses, have also experienced disruptions, with reduced schedules or route diversions being implemented. It is advisable for commuters to stay updated with the latest information before planning any journeys.

As South Korea battles the snowfall, authorities are tirelessly working towards capturing escaped prisoner Min In-Su to ensure public safety. Citizens are reminded to stay vigilant, follow safety guidelines, and cooperate with law enforcement agencies.

Stay tuned for further updates on both the ongoing snowstorm and the search...” 

„Did you hear about him, Hyung?" Min In-Su? I read about him in the newspapers; he is a terrible, terrible person.” Taehyung murmured, hoping not to peak at your attention too much.

You were interested in what he was saying already, though. Even if he wished for you not to have to worry about this type of stuff, sometimes it was just inevitable.

„Yeah, I read some stuff too. For an alpha that had a pack omega at one point too, I didn't expect him to do so much stuff. It's disgusting.” Jimin answered, and you could sense how he thought of the criminal, with the despicable acts throwing him straight into the alpha's bad books.

You could sense how he didn't want to talk about this at the moment. Sure, he wouldn't mind having a conversation on this matter with his packmates, but you were an omega, and it was impossibly easy for you to get nightmares about this type of stuff.

He didn't want that to happen, and with the storm that was expected to go down during the night, Jimin already knew that you wouldn't be able to sleep that well tonight.

„Come eat!” Jin shouted from the kitchen, the sound of dishes ringing against one another louder than earlier. Sighing, Taehyung stood up first, picking you up before you even had the time to get up yourself.

Struggling a little in his arms, you didn't want him to strain himself to have to carry you, but with him softly tutting in your ears, you allowed him to. Gently patting you on your shoulder, the alpha placed you in your seat.

„There babycheeks. Let me pour you a bowl; what would you like to have for drink?” The man said this while filling the ceramic bowl to the brim with the orange stew.

Jin already stood by his side with a freshly cut spring onion on the cutting board, so when Tae went on to fill his own bowl, he was quick to throw a few greens in.

„What can I have?” You asked softly, stirring the soupy mixture, helping it cool down from how steamy it was at the moment.

„We still have some juice left, or there's some vanilla and almond milk, or we also have just some soda, but I don't think that's the best for the evening, my little pup.” Namjoon said the large fridge opened before him.

„Can I have some of the peach juice? Like last time?” You mumbled, keeping your hands between your tights, as more of the packmates shuffled in to eat. Nodding at your request, the packalpha allowed himself to be pushed to his seat, letting Yoongi pour you a glass.

They didn't need to have any broken glass lying around tonight.

„Here, sweet kitty. Go on, eat up before it gets cold.” Watching your reaction to the stew closely, they all waited until you swallowed your first bite. Humming to yourself, it tasted well, just like all the food they have prepared for you so far.

„Good. Alpha is very glad you like it, baby peaches.” Jin said, smiling at you.

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Ateez: things you do that turn them on...

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Hongjoong: When you wear something that shows off your thighs

He just loves the feeling of his hands resting on top of your thigh, even more when they fill up his palms as he grabs them while he's going down on you or fucking you so good. He adores all of you but your thighs are one of his favorite parts. He admires them so much, whether you're wearing a skirt, sheer tights, ripped jeans, etc. if it complements your thighs he's all over you. ~ "You're so beautiful..." Hongjoong whispers in the night as he places another kiss out of many to your inner thigh.

Seonghwa: Watching you relax under his touch

He's always happy to offer you a message or let you rest your head on his lap while he gently scratches your scalp after you've had a long day. He's just so naturally caring that sometimes it'll get him going to see that you're so relaxed because of him. Seeing your eyes flutter closed and hearing you sigh in contentment makes him imagine your face contorting in pleasure as he works your body, testing how many times he can make you unravel for him. ~ "That's it, love..." He coos over your whines. "Just let me take care of you." He goes back to placing his mouth on you for the nth time.

Yunho: When you wrap your arms around his neck

Not only does the gesture make his heart swell, but it makes him feel so protective of you non-sexual dominant yunho agenda activated. Sometimes he feels bad for getting riled up if it's during something innocent like a piggyback ride or when he kisses you after not seeing you for a while, but he can't help it! He just wants you as close as possible to him all the time and loves seeing that you want the same from him. ~ "Fuck, you feel so good. Love you s'much..." He groans as he fucks into you while holding you against the wall. You wrap your arms around his neck even tighter in response.

Yeosang: When you're concentrating

Whether you're cooking or doing work on your laptop, he's addicted to the way your brow furrows and the determined look in your eyes when you're focused. He can't explain it, but it's probably because it reminds him of your dark gaze as you place calculated kisses down his chest and torso before finally giving him what he wants. He could watch you do the most mundane task for days as long as he gets to see your face while you do it. ~ "God, I love it when you do that..." He whispers, head leaning back. The look you shot him as you began bobbing your head up and down his length, focused solely on getting him to fall apart, was enough to make him shiver.

San: Watching your hips move as you walk

Without fail, he's always going to walk a few paces behind you to get a good look at the natural, swaying motion of your hips as you stroll down the street. If he's not looking, he's touching, keeping an arm firmly wrapped around your waist or getting a grasp on you when you're kissing. It makes certain memories of you screaming for him while being on all fours pop into his head. ~ "Fuck! San! " You call out, burying your face farther into the pillow at the snap of his hips. "That's it, gorgeous," San groans, mesmerized by the slight jiggle of your ass and thighs as he pounds into you from behind, "take all of it..."

Mingi: When you hum while he kisses you

He's all too familiar with that warm feeling he gets in his chest when he hears the sound come from your throat, feeling the vibrations against his mouth. It's literally music to his ears. He absolutely loves hearing that you're enjoying him. He'll hold you even closer to him as he's reminded of how you moan into his open mouth while he brings you to bliss. ~ Between the soothing feeling of your legs wrapped around him and the taste of your lips, Mingi's mind is in a haze. "Mmm, Mingi you're making me feel so good~" You hum in between kisses. He strokes his hips deeper into you to get you to moan again, swallowing it up in his own as he interlocks your fingers together.

Wooyoung: Tracing patterns on his skin with your fingertips

There's not a feeling he loves more. He feels your touch and everything is right in the world. Especially his tattoos, his heart races every time he feels your hands softly brush up against them while watching the adoring look on your face. With every caress of his skin he'll fall deeper in love with you, his need for you growing stronger. ~ "Woo, oh my god..." he's had you spread out for what feels like hours, fingers pumping into you hitting all the right spots. The tip of his nose brushing against your neck sends a chill down your spine as he works your body. He groans, letting his head fall onto your shoulder when he feels your fingers glide up his bicep.

Jongho: When you rest your head on his shoulder while clinging onto his arm

Like Yunho, he likes knowing that you feel safe with him and that you want to be close with him. It's definitely the trust aspect that gets him going. Bonus points if you're resting your eyes, he'll look lovingly down at your peaceful face before placing a kiss on your forehead. He feels bad, wanting to let you rest against him but he can't ignore the tightness in his pants for much longer. ~ "Just like that. So good, sweetheart." His eyes remain on your bare form as you ride him. What started off as an innocent cuddling session quickly turned into him pulling you into his lap with the two of you desperate for relief. You moan his name as you feel his big hands engulfing your hips after he guides yours to rest on his chest.