#extraterrestrial being masterlist

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❝extraterrestrial being❞

✭ pairing : various x reader

✭ fandom : my hero academia x reader

✭ summary : "Extraterrestrial Being" is a thrilling fictional science fanfiction that takes place on the first day of training at UA, an elite academy for aspiring heroes. This action-packed story follows a group of determined students as they encounter an extraordinary event that turns their world upside down. As the students gather for their first training lesson, an unexpected incident occurs: a spaceship crashes right in the middle of the training ground, creating chaos and excitement among the students and their instructors. The crash is unlike anything they've ever witnessed before, and the suspense builds as they wonder what lies beyond the wreckage. To their amazement, out steps an alien female, an extraterrestrial being unlike anything they've encountered. With her strange appearance and advanced technology, the alien quickly captures the attention and curiosity of the students. As they attempt to communicate with her, they realize they must put their training to the test and work together to understand her intentions and prevent any potential danger.

✭ word count : 1,101

✭ chapter three

✭ extraterrestrial being masterlist

Principal Nezu and All Might guided the strange alien girl, who introduced herself as Princess Koriand'r, back to the principal's office. As they entered, the girl began to float around the room, her eyes filled with wonder as she examined every nook and cranny. Nezu and All Might watched her with a mixture of curiosity and amazement. After all, she was a real-life alien.

Once she had finished exploring, Princess Koriand'r gracefully settled down on the love seat that adorned the corner of the office. She looked at Nezu and All Might with a mix of excitement and sadness in her eyes. "I am Princess Koriand'r of the planet Tamaran in the Vega system," she began, her voice filled with a touch of melancholy. "But you can call me (y/n) since that's the human version of my name."

Nezu and All Might exchanged glances before All Might spoke up. "Princess Koriand'r, may I ask why you are here and how you ended up on Earth?"

The alien princess took a deep breath, her voice slightly broken as she struggled with the English language. "I come from planet Tamaran," she began. "I was next in line to become the queen, but one day, the Gordanians attacked my people. My father and mother put me on a space cradle and sent me away. And now, here I am!"

Her voice trailed off, sadness etched on her face. All Might's eyes widened with concern. "Princess Koriand'r, if it’s not rude to ask…how old are you?"

The alien girl looked down, her hair suddenly lighting up in flames, as if reflecting her emotions. "I am one hundered and fifty six Tamaran years.” she confessed. “But in earthling years I am sixteen.”

All Might's eyes widened as he realized the weight of the situation. "Princess Koriand'r, you've been through so much, and yet you still have this incredible spirit. We will do everything we can to help you."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Princess Koriand'r's lips as she looked up at All Might. "Oh my thank you, man of All the Might!”

Principal Nezu nodded, a determined expression on his face. "Princess Koriand'r, you are welcomed to stay here at UA. We will ensure your safety and well-being. You are not alone anymore. In fact I’ll even assign one of my teachers to be your guardian while you stay here.”

As the alien princess sat there once more, her flaming hair flickering gently, a sense of hope filled the room. Nezu and All Might knew that they had a responsibility to protect and guide this extraordinary teenager, Princess Koriand'r, who had come all the way from the distant planet of Tamaran.

“All Might,” principal Nezu says breaking the silence in the room, “Get Mr.Shota please.” All Might seemingly having an idea at what the principal was hinting to paled in color.

The first year classroom of UA High School buzzed with excitement and curiosity as students of Class 1-A whispered amongst themselves. All Might had just up and appeared and whisked away their teacher, Mr. Aizawa, leaving them speculating about the reason for his sudden departure, though 9/10 times it had to do with the meteor, that crashed and the alien that followed.

"Did you see how fast All Might took Aizawa-sensei away?" Denki Kaminari exclaimed, his eyes wide with intrigue.

"Yeah it was definitely something!” Kirishima chimes in.

The topic of discussion, however, swiftly shifted as Denki grinned mischievously. "Hey, did anyone notice just how huge that meteor was when it crashed in the training grounds? Like wow! We've got some real-life alien stuff happening and it’s only the first day!"

Mina Ashido's eyes lit up, her enthusiasm uncontainable. "That was totally awesome! Our first day, and we're already getting some real action!"

”Fellow classmates we should not be talking lightly on the situation, or even the situation at all.” Tenya Ida pushes his classes up on his face, “In fact, I believe that UA will be going on lock down to assure the safety of its students -“

No lie… the class sorta zoned out on his speech.

But as the chatter continued, a quiet hush fell over the room when Mr. Aizawa returned. “I hate my life,” he mumbles more so to himself though he was heard by all, the students sweat dropped. With a sign he continues, “Anyways the principal of UA thought it was a good idea - not sure why but I don’t get paid enough to care, anyways though meet your new classmate.”

And in came the unexpected guest.

All eyes turned to the newcomer—it was the alien from earlier. She smiled brightly at them flashing everyone a friendly wide toothed grin her fiery-red hair that seemed to be lit ablaze with vibrant flames. She was adorned in the UA uniform, which accentuated her tall and graceful figure.

With a bright and friendly smile, she addressed the class, her energy infectious. "Hello to all! I am Princess Koriand'r of the planet Tamaran located somewhere in the Vega system. (Y/N) would be the easier term for you humans!”

The room falls silent everyone processing what just happened until the room once again erupted into a mix of amazement and curiosity, the students utterly captivated by the presence of someone who hailed from beyond Earth.

”As you all know (y/n) here isn’t from earth, and from what I’m aware of she barley understands english. So keep your questions short and your responses even shorter,” Mr. Aizawa says.

”Okay!”

Uravity raised her hand with an eager expression. "So you're an actual alien?"

(Y/N) laughed warmly, her hair seeming to dance with the motion. "Yes, indeed!"

Izuku questioned, "What brings you to UA and do you have a quirk?!”

(Y/N)'s smile didn't waver. "I have no clue what this quirk you speak of is, and UA has been kind to take me in!”

The questions flowed like a river, each student eager to learn more about their extraordinary classmate. The atmosphere in the room transformed, blending curiosity with a sense of unity.

“Enough questions now, (y/n) since we don’t have a table for you right now I guess you can sit here -“ (y/n) cuts off her teacher mid sentence, “No need sir of bags,” she begins referring to the man who now resides in his infamous sleeping bag, no one knows how he gets in them unnoticed, “I can fly remember!”

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2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 3

masterlist | ✨- fav fics | status - completed

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Galavano by @ichorai

Bucky x Reader

a series that follows the hero galvano through the events of the mcu!

2. Time (D)rift by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Dark!Bucky x Reader Apocalypse AU

The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own.

3. Uncontrollable by @fictional-affairs

Bucky x Widow!Reader

The year is 1992. The Winter Soldier is under HYDRA’s control, and the Red Widow is under Dreykov’s control, but when they find out their organizations are working together to have them kill each other, they decide to make a deal.

4. The Lake House by @rustytricycle

Dark!Bucky x Dark!Reader

You decide to spend the summer before Freshman year of college with two of your girlfriends at one of their parents’ lake house. It turns out that Captain America and his two best friends are staying next door. Bucky thinks you might be his perfect girl. But are you too perfect?

5. turn a blind eye by @sergeantxrogers

Bucky x Reader

The Winter Soldier was cold. Brutal. Unflinching. A machine formulated to comply. Bucky Barnes was the sun warming your skin, your happy pill. Loving him was like bittersweet liquor, sickeningly sweet when you sip, harsh and burning when you swallow.

6. Rooftop Sessions by @forever-rogue

Bucky x Therapist!Reader

Y/N is a therapist that works with war veterans that ends up meeting a mysterious stranger who asks for her help.

7. it’s all fun and games, until you catch feelings by @prettyyoungtragedy

Bucky x Reader

You’re pining after Steve and Bucky is pining after Nat, what better way to distract yourself from those two perfect humans than to distract yourselves with each other?! Fuck buddies it is then.

8. oh my delightful heart by @prettyyoungtragedy

Sequel to it’s all fun and games

Bucky Barnes is the sweetest dumbest most adoring boyfriend any girl could ever ask for... 

9. Follow My Lead by @ciarawritesmarvel ✨

Bucky x Reader

You and your new friend Wanda are enjoying a day together at the Avengers Tower, her giving you a tour around the place when you both run into the infamous Bucky Barnes. Moments later, he’s introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend and placing a kiss on your temple and you’re not sure you’ve ever been so confused in your life.

10. The Maid of Mr. Barnes by @disasterofastory

Mob!Bucky x Reader

You get a job as Mr. Barnes's maid. You heard about the notorious gangster, but since you desperately need money and a place to live, you are not in a position to be picky.

11. Guiding Light by @wkemeup ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.

12. Home | Better by @softlyspector ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky comes home from his second tour overseas, after a long time away from the reader.

13. Mad For You by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Nat hosts a costume masquerade. Bucky meets the Alice to his Hatter. Shenanigans ensue. 

14. Sanguis Sanguinis Mei by @captainscanadian

Vampire!Bucky x Vampire!Reader

It took Bucky Barnes two centuries with the blood of his blood to realize how much he loved her. This is their story. 

15. Another World by @sinner-as-saint

Alien!Bucky x Reader

In a futuristic world - a millennium from now, you and your team rescue and care for stranded and hurt otherworldly beings; who are held captive and kept on Earth against their wills. You save them from the bad guys who exploit them. You help them adjust to your planet’s life, and give them their freedom back. Then one day, while on a rescue mission, you come across a human-like extraterrestrial being; in a cryogenic chamber, with a missing arm. And nothing is ever the same again…

16. Picking Up The Pieces by @gogolucky13

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not.

17. Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes ✨

Knight!Alpha!Bucky x Queen!Omega!Reader

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home. One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

18. The Escaped Bride by @marvelouslytrekking

Pirate!Bucky x Reader

Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?

19. Plot Twist by @winterarmyy

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

20. The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000 ✨

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.

21. you’re my desire by @marvelouslizzie & @notafunkiller

40s!Bucky x Reader

Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers’ date but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

22. Death Do Us Part by @sgtjbuccky ✨

God Of Death!Bucky x Mortal!Reader

For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand why they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they loved other mortals when they knew that none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live.

23. Lost In Each Other by @majestyeverlasting ✨

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

For Bucky, one of the best things to come home to is family. Especially after a day at work. So he's pleasantly surprised when you want to show him a new dress after dinner one night. And it just so happens that little Eden and Jamie find a way to work themselves into the equation. But it all makes for good fun and memories you will never forget.

24. Fight For Me by @littleseasiren

Bucky x Reader

After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

25. call me baby by @cherryrogers ✨

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker, and when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either — that was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

26. Static Verse by @theconstantsidekick ✨

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Tony Stark's sister's a fucking badass, codename—Static. Here's her story through the MCU.

27. Bygone by @borntobewondering

Bucky x Reader

You and Peter get sent back in time, and you fall in love with someone unexpected.

28. Clockwork by @aries-writingblog ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky has moved on. He’s found a place in the new world of the 21st Century. Found peace. But the past is always half a step behind him, waiting to snatch him backwards- like clockwork.

29. Deny the truth, set the world on fire by @lizatill

Bucky x Reader, Dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

He knew that she was having an affair...she denies, but the love marks on her body are still there. She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember.

30. Carnations by @viollettes

Bucky x Reader College AU

It’s a simple concept: Students can buy flowers for each other at the carnation sale. Red flowers are for love, pink flowers are for friendship, and white flowers are for expressing secret admiration. A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

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pairing: Dieter Bravo & gn!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: no explicit smut but references to the following - tentacles, monster/alien fucking, cum inflation, mpreg, masturbation. also, pregnancy anxiety. word count: 979 summary: Dieter Bravo believes in aliens. Do you?

A/N: happy slightly early birthday to the gorgeous @sp00kymulderr for tomorrow - adore you 💛. in honour of you there is also a slight mention of just a touch because that lives rent free in my head.

for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May drabble challenge - I make my own rules so I didn't include meet-cute (I accidentally wrote this, so I can't be blamed for excluding it) quote: "Do you believe in aliens?" trope: meet-cute follow @covetedfics and turn notifications on for updates on future fics

"Do you believe in aliens?"

It wasn't the first time he'd asked you this question. It probably wouldn't be the last either, knowing him, and so you answer in the same way you did that very first time so long ago.

"Yes, Dee," you say, looking at him over your laptop screen, the ghost of his rammed summer calendar still burned into your retinas as he comes into focus. Due on a new set in a few weeks, and with his filming schedule just through this morning, you'd spent the last few hours scrambling to put his life together while yours chaotically whirls out of control, ignored, in the background.

Dieter, oblivious as ever to the state of your life, has shuffled into your direct line of sight with coffee cup in hand, robe open and soft belly on display.

"Right..." he starts, before drifting off to look down at his hands as a concerned look takes over his face.

"You have that dream again?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. It's a dream he has every few months, seems like he has for most of his life. You're about as familiar with it as he is by now. Dieter Bravo will dream of some kind of elaborate alien abduction, usually involving him being dragged up by a beam of light into some extraterrestrial spacecraft. Most often it's pretty benign - occasionally he'd be abducted and never seen again, once or twice it's been pretty gruesome, sometimes he even wakes up having thoroughly enjoyed himself. You can't quite work out what has happened this time though, as his face flicks between concerned and softly dazed.

"No," he says quickly.

"You're a shit liar, Dee."

Closing your laptop - you need the break anyway - you look at him, properly, and see his hand has moved from itching his stomach, to gently caressing it.

Oh no. No. Not this again.

"Dieter."

"Do you think I could be-"

"No, Dieter," you start, standing to approach him like you're approaching a skittish deer. "I don't think you're pregnant." - it sounds stupid to even say it out loud - "I believe in aliens, I do not believe you've been abducted, or probed, or inseminated. I think you had a very nice, or very horrible, dream and now you've woken up confused. Drink your coffee."

Dieter dutifully takes a slurp from the mug in his hand, nodding to you like he's holding onto your every word. Because sometimes, he does. Sometimes you rule Dieter Bravo's world, and he gladly lets you. Take that, alien overlords.

Another deep breath and Dieter's shoulders relax, falling from the tense position he'd held them in. He'd quite liked the idea of being impregnated by an otherworldly lifeform when you first met him. You'd been working for him for a few weeks and, perhaps regrettably, still hadn't established the boundaries you have now. After one of his more sedate parties, you sat with him giggling on his patio. Soon you were both agreeing that the deep sea was much more terrifying than deep space, and a three, two, one later you'd simultaneously exclaimed your belief in aliens. Dieter, naturally, took it one step further, and once you'd got onto the topic of tentacles you knew you were done for, even then. You learnt a lot about what Dieter Bravo would do given the chance to fuck an alien that night, and none of it sounded remotely romantic or sanitary. It barely sounded safe. You're not sure a human could even physically contain the amount of fluid he was talking about. Still, amongst the thoughts of all that mess you definitely stopped breathing at some point, and when he finally got up with a slap to his bare thighs you'd all but scurried home just to make yourself come to the thoughts he planted in your head. It was safe to say Dieter Bravo liked aliens.

"But what if I was," his hand comes to his stomach again, resting below his belly button as his eyes go wide. "I don't know what I'd do."

The worry on his face is almost funny. Almost, because you're the one who has to deal with it, and that makes it not very funny at all. For a moment, you have to humor him, tell him what he wants to hear so he calms down and leaves you alone, and that feels sillier than anything. Which is saying something. You've chased this man through the house, high out of his mind two minutes before a video interview, wearing nothing but a sock on his dick.

"You'd be fine, Dee. You have plenty of space for alien babies in this place. We could get a nanny too, and you can more than afford to take a little time off work. It'd be okay."

"You promise? You'd help?"

"Promise. I'll help look after your alien babies, Dee."

"Okay, cool, because I am not ready to be a mom."

He shuffles off again before you can say anything else, his shaggy head disappearing around a corner just before you hear him flop down on the couch in the other room. You don't need to see him to know exactly what he's doing right now. It's the same thing he does whenever he flops onto that couch. He'll put his coffee down and then scratch his balls a little before simply resting his hand there. Sometimes it devolves into something a little more handsy - the man can tease himself for hours - but sometimes he's comforted just holding his own balls for a little while. The issue always is, you never know which way it's going to go, so before he gets too distracted, you shout through to him from your little corner of his house.

"Hey, Dee?"

"Yeah?"

"Want me to get you a pregnancy test?"

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter bravo fanfiction #the bubble fanfiction #coveted fics #dieter bravo brainrot club

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Innata Malevolentia - Part One

Summary: there is something unsettling about Ettore that she can't quite put her finger on, and perhaps something deeper and more sinister about her check-ups with Dibs | Word Count: 3.2k ~ | warnings below the cut!

Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Ettore Taglist

warnings: mentions of past non-con crimes (but vague), masturbation (f), intimate examinations, Ettore being creepy

Why do they put windows in here?

That's the constant thought that rattles around her brain, demanding an answer, but unable to find one.

She stands, by herself, arms crossed and neck craned to look up at the skylight. A box of light and cosmic colour, carved into the pitch black darkness, bathing her face in a cool, extraterrestrial glow.

It doesn't feel warm, like the sun would.

In fact it's freezing, like being dunked under a cold shower. Like that feeling when you're just about to fall from an extreme height, but your feet stay planted, arms stretched out for balance, but your weight wants to pull you down without the real force to do it.

Heart going fast, breath burning in your lungs and blood pumping around your body at such speed, it makes you feel weightless.

That's how looking at the stars and the endless abyss of the universe makes her feel.

Uneasy.

Getting closer but also further away at the same time.

If she looks at it too long she feels a bit sick, like the loops on a rollercoaster, her stomach feeling airborne for a moment.

The air conditioning nips at her arms, every little hair standing right on end. They don't even have the decency in this hellish place to pretend it's a warm, safe place to be.

How safe is she, surrounded by the most dangerous criminals, all free to roam the ship at their leisure?

Criminals including her.

There are a few people she knows she should be afraid of, and a few who are largely harmless until pushed that little bit too far, but they all have their tells.

Only Dibs has access to their records.

Only she knows what they've all done to deserve being here.

That smug-faced, cocky witch, knows everything, and says nothing about it, but carries herself as if she is any better herself. Her chin tilted up, putting on her professional facade that everyone seems to have seen through already.

The look, as if she was judging them.

But she was sick of being judged. Many had already judged her before, and doomed her to a lifetime of imprisonment because of it.

They're all monsters here.

Convicted to die on this ship, years away from Earth, from all she knows.

Not like it assisted her in any way, being on Earth. Her life had been riddled with constant failures at different points in her life, some her fault, some not.

But that's life, she muses constantly, to try and apply some reason to her existence.

Here, there's a level of freedom. No chains or bars on her cells at least. No guards to shout in her face or threaten with batons.

And yet, that feeling of being confined to a room is eclipsed by the feeling of being confined by nothingness.

She often wondered, what were her family doing right now? The little family she had left.

What was anyone back on Earth doing right now?

Had much changed?

She knew she only thought of these things because of how uneventful the ship always was. A routine set in stone, like commandments.

Wake up. Eat. Exercise. Eat. Whatever duty they were assigned. Eat. Shower. Sleep.

A monotonous, tiresome regime.

Designed to make life here as dull and boring as possible.

She's not stupid. She knows some of the crimes worthy of a death sentence.

Murder. Rape. In some cases, fraud. Which, in the same breath, seemed so tame, it could hardly be compared.

But she guessed most of them were here for murder.

It was too dangerous to think they were here for anything else. She didn't want the idea anywhere near her.

People like Monte, Tchemy, Mink. She could see those kind of people just snapping. Doing something they would later regret for the rest of their lives, and are currently paying the punishment for.

Boyse, Dibs and Nansen seemed different.

If they did murder, it would have been planned in a moment of madness.

But these were all just guesses.

One she couldn't guess for the life of her, was him.

Ettore.

An all-round weird guy. There was no other word she could think of to describe him.

Perhaps, unsettling?

In such small proximity, she sees him mostly everyday. And everytime she does, a chill prickles at her skin as she feels his eyes on her.. When she dares to look back at him, to see if he will look away, embarrassed at being caught, the pit in her stomach gets heavier when she sees he doesn't.

His blue eyes unapologetically stuck on hers, before wanding in a waving pattern all over her body, pausing at the places she might expect a man to.

His gaze would linger, but he never would.

He was like a whisper. Gone before you could even hear him approach.

In a way, that's what scared her the most. That she might be walking anywhere, in the supposed 'safety' of the artificial day or the darkness of the evening, and he might be following.

Silently.

And watching alongside it.

For what? She wasn't sure.

Was he trying to map out her movements, trying to find a set routine in her everyday life? To find ways of getting her alone to do god knows what?

Based on what she assumed about him, she made sure she was never truly by herself. Never vulnerable.

He looked like the kind to prey on vulnerability.

And therefore, women.

As he perceived them weaker, smaller, less able than him.

Not able to fight him off. Even if they tried.

Out of all the women, Mink was the easiest to talk to. To cling to.

She wasn’t even really sure how they filled their time. For what could they even talk about? Nobody wanted to talk about their crimes, or their life back on Earth. A life where everything seemed easier. Where one day they’d be told that today was their last day, and justice would be coming for them the next.

Death seemed a mercy compared to this.

Mid-spoonful of an undoubtedly terrible meal in the mess hall, Mink winces, one hand at her lower stomach.

“Period?” she asks.

Mink scoffs, shoving whatever beige looking meaty substance into her mouth, trying to act as if the pain didn’t bother her. But she just shakes her head, “I wish. Dibs’ latest checkup wasn’t the nicest”

Everything seemed to circle back to that old hag, who had shouldered control over the ship like some kind of cosmic dictator after the official captain, Chandra, died. Though she is no better than any of them, she certainly pretends to be, assuming herself to be the next kind of authority, when really, if everyone was smart enough to band together, each of them could easily do away with her.

But she was the only doctor.

And that was precious.

But why Dibs feels the need to inspect each of the women so intimately, on such a regular basis, makes a chill rattle through her body. The idea that Dibs has some kind of idea, some agenda, but isn’t telling them, is as terrifying as the endless darkness to some degree.

“What did she want this time?” she asks, pushing the inedible sludge around her plate. Though hungry, she feels little desire to actually eat anything.

Mink shrugs, “The usual I suspect. Just ‘checking on our normal bodily functions’” she replies as if quoting from the woman herself, scoffing like she doesn’t believe a word of that nonsense.

“I think she’s doing something fucking weird to us” Mink muses.

Curiosity nips at her ears as she raises her head to her fellow inmate, “Like what?”

Mink scans her periphery, checking if any of the other inmates are listening, too preoccupied with their own meals to care.

“I felt her put something inside me”

A chill settles at the back of her neck, where all her baby hairs stand on end.

Mink continues, “Boyse got a good look at what was going on. Says she thinks Dibs is trying to get us pregnant, for her psycho experiments”

Her eyes scan the table, as if trying to find answers where there are none, “She can’t do that, surely-”

“Oh yeah and who’s gonna stick up for us?” Mink interrupts, her face flat, expression cold. What she says is so unapologetically laced with the truth, but does little to take the prodding sting of panic from her.

“The people on Earth?” Mink scoffs, shoving yet another mouthful of food past her lips, “we are literally the worst of the worst. We waived the right to defense a long time ago”

Again. It’s true.

But it still does nothing to quell her nerves.

“All we have is ourselves” she adds, “and sometimes I don’t know if we can even trust that”

Having had enough, Mink leaves, carrying her tray back.

A kind of aching dread settles in the back of her mind.

For what reason would Dibs want any of them to get pregnant?

This was no place for a child, and certainly not equipped to deal with childbirth. And on top of that, who the fuck does Dibs think she is?

If she’s trying to get the women pregnant, surely, she must be getting the sperm from somewhere.

Monte was very vocal and proud of the fact he would never even touch another woman. For some inexplicable reason.

Maybe Dibs was forcing the men to do it. As she was the women and the examinations.

When her eyes scan the room, she sees him in her periphery first, his eyes like when you shine a torch in the darkness and see those two blinking amber orbs, staring right back at you. Unmoving. Like they are watching you in still and silence, as you are doing the same to them.

Even though she looks away as soon as they lock eyes, taken completely off guard that he had been staring in her direction to begin with, she still feels the way her skin prickles, feeling as if lots of gentle needles are prodding at the surface of her flesh, but not pressing hard enough to puncture.

It is like trying to hide, knowing there is nowhere to hide. Like wanting to disappear, in a place where there is only this harsh, blue light.

As she stares at her plate, the handle of her fork slovenly sliding into the beige mush, making her want to gag, she still feels it. The intensity of his gaze.

Nothing about it is warm.

He doesn’t even break as he spoons more food into his mouth, as if on auto-pilot, and completely infatuated. Like when you watch a movie and feel like you can’t blink, otherwise you’ll miss something.

It’s as if darkness seeps out of him, like a disease or a virus, flooding every inch of clear air he invades, swallowing the oxygen in the room. She often wonders about him, curiously.

How such a person, a mere man, can have that kind of effect.

Her watch beeps. Dibs wants her again.

But at least it's an excuse to leave.

And yet, she feels the intensity of his stare burning the back of her head as she does.

"Deep breath for me"

As if taking a deep breath will take away the sting of shoving that metal speculum inside her, lube or not.

She winces slightly at the discomfort, her hands forming fists where they're laying on her stomach. Staring up at the ceiling, she tries to loosen the muscles that are so tense and tight, she imagines it's not doing her any favours.

"Oh stop. It isn't that bad" Dibs says. She talks to her as if she's speaking to a child, presenting with a scraped knee, complaining that they're afraid the leg might fall off.

It only makes her want to punch her square in the face.

"What's the point of this again?" She asks, annoyance colouring her tone.

Dibs sighs, clamping the instrument open inside her, stretching her in a new place that feels like a dull ache.

"I am checking your reproductive health"

She could almost laugh at the vague response.

"So what? We can be your guinea pigs for your fertility experiments?" She adds, scoffing as she feels a swab poke at her cervix.

Dibs doesn't even have the decency to really deny it.

"I am devoted to reproduction" she explains, "the human body is an extraordinary thing. It can withstand an incredible amount of stress"

Ah, so that's why.

She wants to see if a baby can survive in these conditions.

She can't help but think that's just a bit sick.

"You are scum. All of you. This may give you some purpose in life, if you let it"

She laughs through her nose at that.

"And what does that make you?" She says, "playing god with dangerous criminals, being no better yourself"

"I did not say I was better" Dibs argues, still between her legs, with a light illuminating her work.

"And yet you feel like it's completely justified to try and get us pregnant against our will" she replies, shaking her head slightly, "you're no better than us. You're worse"

"Keep saying it and it does not change anything" Dibs sits up, reaching over to grab a clear tub. She doesn't see exactly what it is, but has an idea when she feels another instrument at her most intimate areas, pushing something inside.

Mink wasn't lying.

She was trying to artificially inseminate them. With the other prisoner's sperm.

It almost made her gag a little.

"You are a fine specimen" Dibs says, pulling the instruments she'd used out to sterilise later, "there is no reason why you cannot become pregnant in my view"

She can't help but laugh, "my body obeys me. Won't happen"

But Dibs just laughs back.

"We will see about that" she muses, "get dressed"

There's only one saving grace from being here. Away from him.

The Box.

As terrible as it sounded, it was her haven in this horrendous place.

Nobody was more shocked when Dibs announced it.

"You are not permitted to fraternise with the other prisoners. You may use the on-site masturbatory aid, The Box, should you feel the desire"

It seemed a strange thing to her, to include such a thing on a ship. For people who barely deserved to live, they deserved to at least have the privacy to get themselves off?

It was very weird.

But she didn't complain. Beats touching yourself in a cell you share with two other people.

She was only grateful she didn't have the bunk bed.

The Box could generally have a few people waiting to use it. And whenever she saw a queue for it, she grimaced and turned away, like she never intended to use it in the first place.

She knew other people had their way in it, but for some reason seeing them lined up outside waiting to have a fiddle, made her recoil back into herself.

It was almost sad that people had to wait for the supposed enjoyable experience. And having to watch them wait their turn.

Tonight though, she simply entered The Box as Boyse came out, not sparing a glance at each other when they crossed.

Not because they didn't get on. But because it offered some sense of privacy, to not acknowledge what they were here for.

Without embarrassment.

Everyone had urges after all.

It had been so long since she'd been with anyone. A long time before they even left Earth, as they certainly didn't let them fraternise with anyone within their earthly prison. Male or female alike.

At the beginning, it took her a while to get into the groove of using the Box. But now it had become second nature.

Once the door was shut, she did her business, bringing herself to peak on her fingers. Not being able to find it within herself to use the phallus on the table. It was just too weird.

Luckily for her, time passed slowly at least when she pleasured herself. Pressing her lips together to prevent any sounds from coming out. Apart from the whiny, hurried breaths that spilled from her with her orgasm, rolling in waves numbly through her limbs.

Feeling her heartbeat through her bud and a pulsing in her blood, she pulls her sweatpants back over her hips, sighing and smoothing her hair down. Pressing the button to exit, there's a lull in her horrendous situation. A brief, fleeting moment where it's just her, her feet shuffling in front of one another, her body heavy with pleasure, but light at the same time.

That is until the creaking of metal, of footsteps making their way down the ladder, bounces off the walls.

The hallway suddenly seems so much narrower, darker, with his presence.

She doesn't quite realise when he's sat down or stood far away, but now, almost right before her, she's struck by his sheer size. How tall and broad he seems in comparison. It sends a nervous chill over her bare arms, the skin beneath the short sleeves rippling up with goosebumps.

She swallows as they briefly make eye contact.

In the time she's known of him, he emotes very little. But here, seeing the faint flush on her face from the efforts of her time in the Box, one side of his lips curl up almost unnoticeably. His arms swing barely as he walks past her, his arm brushing against her shoulder, like he intended to do it.

Just the faintest touch, seems to give him something.

But it only makes her feel ill.

She dare not imagine what he could be thinking. Plotting.

She hears him murmur something deeply, a breathy laugh accompanying it.

Pivoting on her foot, her eyes find him down the hallway, where she just was, at the entrance to the Box.

"What?"

Half in, half out, his face turns over his shoulder, a faint smirk on his features as he steps backwards into the chamber.

With his messy blonde hair, once overgrown and cut himself, striking blue eyes, he would be attractive. If she didn't know him.

"Fucking cocktease" he muses, "playing hard to get, are we?"

The blood that rushed to her face before, suddenly drains.

His voice is like the purr of a cat. Calculated. A whisper, but not at the same time.

It frightens her. In a way only a man can frighten a woman with his words.

She's about to open her mouth to retort when he says.

"It's alright, I like a little struggle"

When he disappears behind the door, her blood has a chill to it.

She thinks of returning to her cell. Thinks about the fact that, since Boyse lashed out on Dibs and tried to conjure up a makeshift douche one evening, the women had been reduced to being tied down by their wrists as they slept.

The men don't.

She knows sleep won't come to her that night.

That she'll be sat awake, her wrists tied at her sides, hoping and praying that Ettore isn't fucked up enough to pay her a visit in this vulnerable state.

Perhaps, by staying awake, he won't.

She watches the doorway, hearing the faint click of skin walking on the linoleum floor in slow, careful movements. Her heart goes fast, blood pumped with pure adrenaline.

She sees his form, lit by blue, lithe, broad and littered with wiry muscle. His eyes, glimmering at her, seeing she's awake. His lips as they quirk up at the sides, like he's amused by what he sees.

Even as he carries on, walking out of view, she knows…

…that it's only a matter of time, until he has the courage to not just watch her.

And that here, she cannot escape him.

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[jaeyunverse]

the death hoax

pairing: na jaemin x fem!reader

genres: superhero/supervillain au

wc: 1060

warnings: profanity, mentions of death, jaemin and y/n are morally grey characters (??) but i’m not sure if that’s how they can be described

summary: na jaemin was supposed to be dead, except he’s standing at your door with a favour he wants to ask of you.

note: this was originally written for enhypen but i thought of switching things up!

masterlist

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“I’ll die after I cash in that favour you owe me.”

Rolling your eyes, you opened your door wider and allowed Na Jaemin to come inside. Noticing the large suitcase rolling behind him, you raised an eyebrow.

“Is that why you’re here?”

He didn’t answer immediately, instead taking his sweet time to survey your apartment. Appearing satisfied, he turned to face you and said, “Kind of. You don’t seem surprised to see I’m alive. Why?”

“Because I know you wouldn’t die at anyone else’s hands,” you answered and plopped down on your couch. “I know you want me to kill you someday.”

He blankly stared at you for a moment. Then, a mischievous smile broke out on his lips. “True.”

“Besides,” you said, surfing through Netflix to find a good movie to watch. “Your cover story was horrible. No way did Torch manage to burn you alive. He can’t even wash his ass properly.”

“Maybe my fake death would have been more believable if you hadn’t faked yours first,” Jaemin pointed out and took a seat beside you. Removing his shades, he continued, “You’re the only superhero capable of beating me. Our battle would have gone down in history as one of the greatest.”

Averting your gaze from the television, you glanced at your nemesis to find he was already looking at you. “Electricity manipulation versus elemental control,” you mused. “I can’t lie, I’ve seen better in movies.”

“Well, there’s my immortality and your self-regeneration to consider too. I can’t die, and you can’t be killed. That would have made one hell of a fighting sequence.”

You paused, thinking about it for a moment. “Yeah, you’re right. We could have made BuzzFeed’s Top 10 of the Century.”

“Top 3.”

“Now you’re just pushing it.”

Jaemin gave you a pointed look to which you shrugged. Sighing, he said, “I won’t beat around the bush. I’m here to ask you for sanctuary.”

“You wanna live with me?” you deadpanned.

“Till I can find a new planet to move on to, yeah.”

He must have seen the uncertainty on your face because he clarified, “I don’t want to stay on Earth anymore. My home is gone and there’s little one can do to make the next several thousand years of their life more interesting. Exploring the universe to search for ways to strip myself of my immortality seems to be a productive way of spending my time.”

“You got bored of terrorizing Earth so you copied me and faked your death. Then you came to my house so you’d have a place to stay while you planned the remainder of your life and hunted for ways to die. Did I get it all right?”

“I can’t possibly plan my entire life; it’s too long. All I want to do right now is decide what my next destination should be. Hopefully, it’ll lead me to the weapon I seek. And if you’re still alive by the time it comes into my possession, I’ll return and you can deliver the death blow.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m flattered, but you know what I mean.”

“Come on, Y/N, say yes,” Jaemin urged. “You owe me a favour.”

You eyed him skeptically and weighed your options.

Lee Jaemin, better known by the public as Thunder, was a supervillain. You, Phoenix, on the other hand, were a superhero. He was an immortal from a planet that had long been destroyed by extraterrestrial forces which were now extinct, while you were just a human (okay, part-human) from Earth.

Under normal circumstances, the two of you would have been arch nemeses. He was the bad guy who had to be defeated, and you were the representation of all that was good.

Except, you didn’t want to be good. Being gifted with powers wasn’t something you had asked for. Much to your displeasure, you’d been given the responsibility to protect the human race against all sorts of evil from the moment you showed signs of elemental control and rapid self-regeneration.

Over the course of your work, you’d realised not everyone was worth saving. Faking your death to escape your duties may have been completely selfish, but you didn’t give a flying fuck. You’d done enough.

Besides, the other superheroes could take over for you—Torch, apparently, already had.

Lee Jaemin had proved to be an unlikely ally. During the times he wasn’t causing havoc, he was a fun person to be around. He seemed to share a lot of your notions and views—something you’d found rather shocking at first.

No one except you knew the truth about him. As far as the world was concerned, he was just an ill-fated super from Earth who had lost his way.

“Before I say anything,” you began, “why did you fake your death? You could have just disappeared.”

“Closure,” Jaemin replied. “The residents of your planet needed to know I was gone for good. I didn’t want them to wonder when I would come back—to fear the kind of horrors I was planning in my absence.”

You snorted. “Weird to see you being considerate after causing so much pain and suffering.”

“No.” Jaemin’s eyes darkened. “I never wanted to hurt innocents. They were just casualties. Sacrifices for the greater good.”

This was definitely not part of the many notions you shared. “Maybe that’s what the people who invaded your planet thought,” you bit back. “Maybe they thought your kind was just an obstacle standing in the way of their greater good. Maybe that’s why they had no qualms exterminating everyone you cared for.”

Jaemin’s jaw clenched, electricity beginning to cackle at the tips of his fingers. “Do you or do you not accept my request, Y/N?”

You stared him down. “On one condition: you take me with you when you leave. I’m done here.”

“I’m not forming the fucking suicide squad. Besides, you’re only human.” If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. “You won’t make it.”

Letting a small smirk tug the corner of your lip upwards, you answered, “Did you forget what you said, Jaemin? I can’t be killed. You’ve witnessed the things I’m capable of. If there’s anyone who can make it, it’s me.”

Jaemin tilted his head to the side. Scrutinized you. Thought about the pros and cons of bringing you along.

“Deal.”

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[explicit-tae]

Slave 19990319

Masterlist | Concubine 19990319 (Part 2) | Power & Control (Part 3) (Teaser)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: alien/prince! Jungkook x human! reader

Warning: reader being discriminated against :( , spitting, tentacles, smut, oral (male receiving), rough penetration, virgin reader, reader is yandere for jungkook, jungkook's kinda yandere for her too lol, breeding kink, manipulation, self-inflicted harm (mentioned), stockholm syndrome,

Word Count: 15, 155

Description: In the intergalatic slave trade, the human race are hastily becoming the slave - or pet - of choice. When you were a child, you were given to a young Jungkook - a prince from another planet - as a pet and grown alongside one another.

Humans were highly intelligent creatures, even if they weren't one of the smartest of all of the universe. They held great beauty similar to the planet to the native people of Invictus, some would say the Humans and the Invictus natives were distant cousins, but the natives would never claim Humans as such. The humans natives planets of Earth were light years away, far too long for just anyone to go to - only those who came from a Planet of wealth would have the opportunity to do so. That only meant that whoever bought a Human as a pet would be high in not only status, but in wealth.

Humans were bought often - always showed off like the pet they were as bragging rights. Children around the universe would brag about their family owning their own pet Human, discussing who had the best human and whose human was just basic and bland. It was a show of power and wealth to show off your new expensive human pet. Of course, these pets all had different uses for them - some showed off as trophies, some left in bedrooms of their masters - it all depended on who the master was.

The intergalactic trade had been going on for decades now - planet Earth cooperating with those around the universe in allowing their Humans to be bought and sold to the highest bidder. Those Humans with wealth were able to buy their way out of being sold to the intergalactic trade - those with little to none were not so fortunate. But the poor Humans to the intergalactic trade was like finding a diamond in the rough. They were more appreciative for what they got. They no longer had to work for a living - being a pet to an alien was like being a cat or dog to a wealthy family on Earth.

"Her hair is so...unique." says an Alien - he was short, a few inches taller than you. He spoke english, which you come to realize was rare for extraterrestrial beings. He had a chestnut shaped head with horns coming out of his forehead. His skin was pale - almost sickly pale, but his lips were a bright purple color. You nearly cried upon seeing him a week prior - now you find him to be boring to look at. "But she's a cute one. She'll adjust to the planet."

You sat on the bed the large space ship provided, listening to the two men speak of you as if you weren't present. Your mind couldn't make up for certain words, you were only 7 now when you were finally sold off as a pet to the Aliens - 5 when you were sold by your parents. While on Earth, once you were sold and made to live in a camp where other Humans reside - only a few kids - you were made to believe that being sold to an Alien was an honor. You were conditioned to be respectful towards them and grateful that they were willing to pay millions to give you a better life.

The universe was vastly unexplored, so there was no telling who would come to Earth and try to buy a Human pet - so what little knowledge the Earthlings did know they attempted to teach you all. You understood a few languages, but not well enough to hold a conversation for long. It wasn't guaranteed the Alien language you were taught would be the same Alien who would come to purchase you.

You'd never forget the moment your young mind realized you were being sold off. You never thought the day would come, hoping that once you were old enough and no longer desirable, that you'd be kicked out of the intergalactic camp and set back into the real world of Earth. You were brought out of camp where your few friends and you played and brought into the large bathroom. You were bathed, your skin was lotioned and even your hair was brushed to look decent. You were dressed in better clothing foreign to Earth - better than the orange jumpsuit you wore. You screamed and begged for them not to sell you, that you'd be good on Earth but it was no use anymore.

Your eyes trailed to your wrist to stare at the numbers engraved into your skin. You recalled the amount of days you cried after getting it, the pain nearly unbearable. After the years went on, you can finally say the pain was easing, only burning whenever you moved your wrist a little too far.

You were told said numbers were your personalized identification - 19990319. It was used to identify you specifically in the amount of Humans on Earth. Now, you were far from Earth and had not a clue when you'd be on your new planet. You wore different clothing - if you could call what you wore clothes. In your mind, it resembled battle armor. You wore what appears to be a black, skin tight romper and on top, an armor that had large shoulder guards and a chest piece that resembled gear from American football.

"It's the price's birthday today. We'll be landing in a few hours." says the Alien and that makes your ears perk.

You hadn't been told who you would be residing with - all you did know was that Planet Invictus was far from Earth and was an extraterrestrial race that has yet to be explored by Humans - maybe for the best.

"He doesn't know of his gift of the Human girl." the alien continues, and at this you're left speechless. You know of Princes and Kings and Queens of a palace - yet that appeared to be more of a myth than anything; some type of fairytale told at night before bed. "The King of Planet Ivictus, King Jae-yong, has spent a fortune on her for the young prince. Didn't make a dent in the Kingdom's treasury."

You drowned out the conversation they were having and laid your head upon the bed, closing your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to be released from the spaceship. You've done nothing but sleep and eat, only bathing once a day and returning to the same clothing you've already worn time and time again. The ship was nothing special and t had no windows to look out of where your bed rest - not like space had any light for you to witness anything outside of it.

You woke with a yelp, being shaken roughly. It's the alien, his nails - fingertips stained black - are gripping onto your shoulder in a tight grip. "Wake up, human." he yips. "We're here to meet the King."

You don't respond. You wipe the sleep from your eyes. You question mentally how long it's been - there was no sense of time on the ship and your mind wonders if time ever mattered.

You stand to your feet, crossing your arms onto your chest. The human man doesn't say anything to you as you follow the alien, and you don't acknowledge him much, either. Before the door of the ship is opened, the alien turns to you. "I nearly forgot you humans were weak." he murmurs, more to himself than you. He makes his way deeper into the ship - a part you were forbidden from entering - and returns shortly with what appears to be a collar. "Planet Ivictus has a gravity that's far more intense than Earth. Never take this off, human. It's loose enough for you to continue to clean your neck, but that is all."

You do as you're told in putting the collar on. It's black and metal, a bit heavy but nothing you weren't accustomed to wearing. The alien turns to open the ship door, the metal clacking as he does. Your eyes widen, marvelling at the new surroundings. You noticed quickly that the sky was different from Earth - a bright crimson sky with the whitest clouds you've ever witnessed that appeared much lower than on Earth. That wasn't what surprised you - it was the closeness of what you assumed was the moon. It appeared walking distance rather than light years away like you were accusted to on your home planet.

As you and the Alien make your way down the metal stairs of the ship, you've noticed not far stood a few men - scarily similar to the men you've seen back on Earth. They were tall and muscular - their eyes appearing to shine as bright as their skies.

The grass was green - the only similarity you've noticed. However, it appeared far more green and highly saturated.

The alien bows before the king. He pushes you roughly in front of him to do the same, but you don't. He glared slightly at your rudeness, but he doesn't dwell on it. The alien is speaking in an unknown dialect - possibly the language of the Ivictus people. They speak for a few moments before the large man - the King - steps forward.

The large man eyes you, leaning down to eye you further. He has a beard that was connected to a mustache. He rubs it gently as he inspects you. He opens his mouth and speaks, and when you only tilt your head, his eyes shine to the alien behind you.

The language continues and your eyes continue to wander around the outside area. There are large buildings that all appear dome-like with windows that you cannot see through like normal ones. They appeared to be stained with either red or green glass. Your eyes glance upwards to see another dome-like home, though fairly large and appearing as though it is floating high into the sky.

"Human." you look at the King. He has an accent that makes his voice deeper when he speaks to you. At your attention, he stands straighter, arms crossed. "Jungkook." he says to no one - it's as if he's saying it into the air. Within a second, almost as a blink of an eye, a boy appears. He's young, maybe the same age as you, but he's taller. He is dressed nearly the same as the King - and you, since you're dressed native to their planet. He sported navy skin tight romper, but instead of his whole body being covered, the romperstops at his knees. The armor he wore appeared far heavier than yours and it shined bright - the red cape adding nothing but dramatic luxury.

Your mind tells you this was the Prince you were sold to.

Jungkook eyes the small girl in front of him - stares rather deeply that it makes her step back under his gaze. She begins to tremble, her nerves screaming at her to get away and run. The men had not looked at her with such distaste like the boy had - and if this was how she was doomed to feel daily, she would rather risk being sent back to Earth.

Jungkook speaks to his father, the unknown dialect foreign to your ears. Soon he turns back to you, now in front of you. You're sure he didn't walk or even run to you - it was as if he disappeared and reappeared. He begins to circle around you, you take note of his nose twitching as if he was smelling you. You're stiff, eyes following his every move in case he would attack you. You were no match for him, you knew this, yet you would defend yourself - even if it sent you to your death.

You hold in a scream when you see it - the long and slender tentacles that make its way to you from behind his back. It wraps around your neck loosely and Jungkook does so just to test your reaction to him. He could hear your heart beating out your chest and his eyes zoom in to see the way the beads of sweat are forming onto your forehead.

You slap the tentacle away roughly, eyes glaring at Jungkook. The alien man behind you gasps, clenching his fists at your disrespect. You were going to get yourself killed - and him along with you.

The King snickers at the girls reaction and the Prince hums, but smirks. You weren't like the Humans he met - though all adults - who cowered away from him and cried. You were frightened to the core, he could not only hear your heart beat but feel it through his tentacles. However, you had fight in you and maybe that would make you survive.

Jungkook steps forward to you and speaks, the dialect coming from his lips foreign to you. You don't understand him, and that seemingly makes him upset with you. He takes another step forward, speaking once more until the King places a hand on his shoulders. You noticed another pair of tentacles coming from the King place itself on Jungkook's forehead.

"You must adjust to the Human girl like she must adjust to you." the King speaks, this time you understood. You stand straighter, glancing at Jungkook who huffs. The human was lucky he gained his knowledge in all human language by devouring a few humans a while back of their mind - and soul - but he wouldn't tell you this. You were terrified enough.

"How old is the girl?" the King asks the Alien behind you. He was quick to buy the most discipline Human child from Earth for his son that he had not thought to ask any questions prior to now.

"Ah, she is 7, King Jae-yong." the alien answers. "Human years. That would make the Prince about...2 years her senior."

The King hums, nodding his head.

Jungkook's widen his eyes - appearing like a deer caught in headlights. "I want it!" Jungkook turns to his father, the accent he held similar to his fathers. "I want to keep the Human!" he demands. He was the youngest in his family, along with the youngest on his team. He never had anyone younger than him before.

"I'm not an it." you murmur low - but the ears of the Invictus people were far more sensitive to those back on Earth. Jungkook's head dashes to you and he narrows his eyes.

"Human." Jungkook retorts, letting the word roll off his tongue. "What is your name?"

"Y/N." the alien speaks, but Jungkook snaps his head to him.

The alien takes a step back under Jungkook's intense gaze. He hisses something in his foreign tongue - something that must've told the alien to not speak without being addressed. The alien takes a step back and bows his head.

Jungkook scoffs, his glowing eyes turning to you. He steps closer to you and wraps a tight hand around your wrist - the same wrist that helds your identification number.

As Jungkook held the room open to his room, you were positive it was the show the wealth he had and not to be polite in bringing you inside. It was well enough that it was fit for a Prince - the large kingdom floating into the sky told you enough that he was indeed wealthy. "This is my room." Jungkook says, his voice loud as he speaks.

You feel yourself being pushed inside when you don't take a step. He watches you saunter inside of it, eyes traveling the interior of it. An abundance of gold, you note, a large bed in the middle of it that appeared to hold the silkiest sheets you've ever seen.

Jungkook was smug at your reaction. He knew Humans didn't have such luxuries like his people had - especially a Prince of a planet like him. He wasn't sure where exactly you came from, but surely this would have to be an upgrade from your previous life back on Earth. He never had any desire to go there personally - the air was polluted by the words of his father. The skies were a weird color and the water wasn't clear in the slighest. He would have to make sure the Human girl didn't come to him with any diseases.

You take not in the corner of his room laid an array of silk, crimson pillows. Your feet clicked under his colf, marble floor as you make your way to them. You touched them, admiring the softness they held.

"That's where you'd sleep." says Jungkook, startling you with the suddeness of his words.

You turn to eye him, before eyeing the large bed. The large King size bed that could fit several children back on Earth and still have room to stretch out - was all for him. You turn back to the pillows and nod your head. It was softer than the pillows you had back on Earth, even softer than the thin bed's you laid upon.

You sit on the ground and lean into the array of pillows. There was no use in arguing with the Prince - he was spoiled as he was royalty. He was stronger and faster than her - and had horrifying tentacles that appeared from his back. It was evident by the way the Alien cowered away from him that Jungkook was not one to be messed with.

"Okay, human." Jungkook sits along his bed, facing your sitting figure on the floor. "Let's go over rules for you to follow as a pet."

You drowned out Jungkook who had been speaking over the course of 10 minutes, naming rules that you didn't care about listening to. You had no intention on going against him - you were in a foreign planet and were made to, ultimately, be his slave. The word "Pet" was nothing but a better term for a horrible situation.

"Number 12, address me as Master." Jungkook suddenly shouts, gaining your attention. "Or Prince. I am royalty afterall, Human."

"My name is Y/N."

You haven't spoken much since your time with Jungkook. You had no intentions of doing so, not until each time he insisted on calling you either "Human" or "Girl". You were young, only 7 while Jungkook as you learned was the age of 9, yet you knew well enough that being called outside of your name was something you didn't like nor appreciate.

"Girl." Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips. He had no intentions of listening to someone who was bought for him as a pet. "That's better than 19990319, is it not?"

Jungkook had long seen the numbers on her wrist and knew instantly it was her identification number. His father would go through the intergalatic records and assure that everything was alright and up tpo date - including whatever diseases she had that would need to be cured instantly if she would be around a Prince.

You bite your tongue, glancing away from Jungkook. He had no intentions of ever calling you by your name.

"Besides, that's a Human name." Jungkook's nose wrinkles. "I should rename you something better than a Human name." he places his hands on his chin. "But I won't. You aren't worthy of a name from a mighty race such as us. I'll refer to you as I see fit, okay, Human?"

You don't respond to him, there isn't a reason to. Jungkook was Prince from a different planet who was far more spoiled than she ever was. He lived a lavish lifestyle and had anyone at his beck and call. He has adapted to people fearing him for who he was as a Prince, and who is father was as a King. A weak Human such as yourself couldn't change his behavior over night - but that didn't mean you weren't willing to stand by and remain being called outside your name.

Your name was the one thing you had left of yourself and your life on Earth. You had no parents anymore and you couldn't recall what they looked like. Your friends are back on Earth and soon your young mind will forget them, as well. Your clothing was left and now you sported the attire of Planet Ivictus, only your armor was now off and you only sported the skin tight romper - you assumed it was used to sweat in because you were humid as you laid down.

Jungkook makes a throaty hum before laying down onto his own bed. He couldn't wait to show off his own human to his older friends - he was the first of his Planet to have a human child as a pet and he knew they'd just be jealous of him. He would have to train her first and make sure she didn't act out - but that wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

It was the ultimate sign of disrespect to strike him - especially on something as sensitive as his tentacles.

A week had passed since you've arrived on Planet Ivictus and to say Jungkook wasn't giving you a good time would be an understatement. He constantly spoke down to you as if you were nothing but dirt beneath his shoe. He often would touch you at random times - mostly with his tentacles because he knew you were frightened by them - pulling your hair or tugging onto the collar you wore because of gravity - whatever that meant you had no idea.

Jungkook could see the distaste in your eyes for him and it wasn't anything he could do but scoff. He was just as furious as you were at him. Slapping him in general was the ultimate sign of disrespect and disobedience. You were used to being treated lowly as a Human, what did you expect coming to a different planet as a pet belonging to a Prince?

Still, you could deal with Jungkook's spoiled attitude. You already grown a liking to the small cot of soft pillows besides his bed. She could deal with the amount of food she ate already with her time here, Jungkook stating that everyone on his Planet had large appetites and that you'd need to have one, as well - even if it made you vomit afterwards. You could even deal with the death glares you got from the other girls around you and Jungkook's age who roamed the palace - not any part of royalty but their parents were high ranking commanders says Jungkook.

Your brain wanders to your time on Earth and how you miss it. You regret not appreciating your life there. You had friends, a bed to sleep in at night and food 3 times a day - something far greater than most people on Earth had!

You had nothing against Jungkook for who he was. He could be nice when he wanted to. When he would come back from a long day of training with his older friends, you were instructed to ice his body. He was kind then and didn't bring out his tentacles to bother you.

There was even a time a few days ago where Jungkook had hugged you - simply because he was hurt by the words his father yelled to him but he wasn't allowed to cry them out. You recall even from Jungkook's room the screams of the King echoing through the walls so loud that it frightened you awake. He told you lowly that men on his planet don't cry - it must be a tough planet was your response.

But the bad out-weighed the good often - even if it was only a week. He would taunt you at times, mock you and insult you any chance he could. He got a laugh in by scaring you when he would blink in front of you or when you felt his tentacles wrap around your body as you slept at night. Even the guards eyed the way the Prince treated the girl but couldn't do anything when it came to him. The King may be a strict man, but Jungkook could rarely do any wrong in his eyes and treating his 'pet' rudely was one of them. The guards were instructed to treat you as they treated Jungkook - which for someone coming from a different planet and being brought in as a pet, getting treated like the young Prince was an honorably luxury.

However, when one guard had offered you a sickly sweet treat, Jungkook had snatched it from his hands and dangled it in front of your face, laughing when you couldn't grab it from him. It was evident that Jungkook enjoyed taunting you - he didn't even like the sweet, but he also didn't want you too have it.

"What are you thinking about, Human?" Jungkook's voice reaches through your ears and you release an irritated hiss, clenching your first to yourself. His tentacles had retracted themselves back behind his back and he scoffs. "Your attention should not be elsewhere when you're with me."

Jungkook waits for you to respond, and when you don't his eyes widens. "Are you listening to me, Human?!" he hisses - sounding more like a high-pitched whine than anything. He hated when your mind chose to wander and block his words from entering your brain. He was being kind enough to speak with you in your native tongue and yet you embraced ignoring him.

"No." was your response - a bold response nonetheless. Yet, you've grown tired of Jungkook's mood swings. The one moment he desired to be kind with you, allowing you to walk around the Palace with him and the next, he's scaring you half to death and claiming it to be "just a joke".

Jungkook's throat growls deeply. "Get up." he snaps. "We're going to see my friends."

You heard about such "friends" of Jungkook. You knew they were older than him, meaning they were way older and taller than you. You had no desire to be around more people like Jungook - that meant more people scaring you with their tentacles and berating you every chance they had.

However, that was different. You've met the older boys in the galace grounds - the large grassy scenery where an abundance of foreign flowers resided. Your eyes sparkled at the scenery, the crimson sky giving the flowers a lovely hue. Jimin was the first to arrive, his eyes never leaving you and even ignored Jungkook completely until the Prince huffs and puffs for attention. Jimin had leaned into your face, his eyes - a glowing hue of azure - scans your features. His nose twitches as he smells you and he even touches your skin, releasing a few murmurs in foreign dialect.

Taehyung was no different, yet more touchy. He pulled your hair to get the feel of it, but apologized once he realized your eyes begin to water. He circles around you, examining to see what was so great about Humans. He did conclude that you were cute - your eyes were so large as you watched him and Jimin and your cheeks appeared squishable - so much so that he pinched them with his thumb and index finger. He would do it often when Jungkook was younger, much to his annoyance.

Jungkook sits by for the next hour and watches how you smile at Jimin and Taehyung. How you appeared to enjoy their light touches and even smiled their way. Jimin had offered you a sweet - something sickly sweet that you enjoyed greatly. It tasted similar to chocolate and it reminded you of Earth.

"What's your name?" Taehyung's accented voice was deep for his age, but it was soothing.

"Y/N-"

"Girl." Jungkook interrupts, his eyes glaring at the way Jimin sat far too close to you - his blood boiling at your content appearance.

Jimin looks at Jungkook and rolls his eyes. He knew Jungkook since he was a baby, their father's being close since they were in their own youth. He murmurs something foreign to Jungkook and all the boy could do was cross his arms and deny. There was no way he, a Prince, would be jealous that his pet seemingly was having a good time with his friends than you ever had with him. That was insane.

"Human hair...is soft." Taehyung murmurs, his hands rubbing through your hair. You were confused. Seemingly enough, if these boys didn't have tentacles (you hadn't seen Jimin's and Taehyungs, but you assumed they had them, as well), and glowing eyes, you would assume they were human like you. There hair didn't appear any less soft than your own.

Jimin places his hands in your scalp, as well, nodding his head in agreement.

Jungkook's fist clench. He noticed you become relaxed, slumping next to Jimin as both boths massaged through your hair and scalp, both speaking in their foreign dialect - Jungkook hearing how soft your hair was and how fascinated they have become by a Human. He could hear your heart beat fluttering to a normal pace - a calm pace. You're eyes were fluttering close. His ears pick up on the low hum coming from your throat, his advance hearing only making him more upset by the second.

Jungkook wasn't jealous - he didn't feel jealous. He was a Prince and though Jimin and Taehyung weren't low class in the slightest...they weren't royalty.

And who were you to allow yourself to grow comfortable with them before you ever had for him?

Jungkook blinks in front of you, slapping both of his friends hands away. He places his own into your hair and rubs at a rough pace. Your eyes snap open and you release a groan of discomfort.

Jimin crosses his arms and Taehyung sighs before laughing. You had slapped his hands away, leaning back from Jungkook. His clenches his fists together and seeths at the audacity. You were ungrateful - he would never give anyone a massage to anyone else, especially a pet. You should be massaging him!

"She doesn't like that." Jimin snickers. "You have to be gentle with her. She's Human."

Jungkook huffs, his cheeks redden in slight embarrassment. Jimin knew this look; the appearance seconds before Jungkook was going to throw the biggest tantrum ever. He was not ready to hear the younger boy scream, particually because his pet liked him and Taehyung than she liked the Prince. "Here," Jimin grabs Jungkooks hand and places it upon your scalp. "you have to massage it slow...like this." Jimin demonstrates it, Jungkook following his lead.

Taehyung had placed his hands into your scalp, as well, enjoying the way your breathing mellowed out.

Jungkook let's out a low hum, his eyes watching as you lean slightly against him.

The King had insisted that you needed someone you could relate to. Yes, you were just a Human pet who belonged to Jungkook and solely him. He was aware of how territorial his son was, yet there wasn't a need to be territorial when it came to someone of the same gender as you. You would be growing older as the years went along and only being around Jungkook would stunt your growth.

The guards had brought in a few girls - all taller than you, yet appeared close enough to your age. You had been seated on the ground alongside your pillows. You were given books shipped straight from Earth, another gift from the King. You were startled at them entering, but soon would be grateful to have other girls. You hadn't seen someone the same gender as you in weeks.

One girl had sat opposite of you, her long coily hair sat on her shoulder. Her eyes were glowing a lavender color as she scanned your features and golden brown skin that appeared to shine. The next girl had straight hair that stopped just at her knees - far too long for your liking but she was pretty nonetheless. The pinkish hue of her eyes matches the oliveness of her skin. The last girl had an odd color hair, the first time you've witness sine you've arrived.

"You're a Human." the girl says, leaning closer to her. It was a statement - matter of fact.

You nod your head at her.

The long-haired girl releases a laugh. She whispers something amongst the three of them before turning back to you.

"Humans are only pets." the coily haired girl tilts her head. "Who do you belong to, pet?" her words are spat at her like venom, and you flinch at the sudden harshness.

Your bottom lip trembles. Your mind told you that you'd have friends now that were just like you - only by gender, sure - but that was not the case. The girls eyed you with distaste and the snickering and whispers told you that they weren't fond of you.

"J-Jungkook." you whisper out.

The girl gasps, but stares. They're furrowing and knitting their brows, shaking their heads.

"Why would Prince Jungkook want a pet like you?" spats out the odd-color haired girl. "I heard Human's had diseases!"

You shake your head. You may have been young, but knew well enough what a disease was. You had not had any - a few of your friends had been separated from the camp when they were infected with something, but never you.

"You shouldn't be here!" the long-haired girl gasps. "You're going to give Prince Jungkook a disease and he'll die!"

When you feel the warm substance hit your face, you're disgusted. You yelp and flinch away, feeling more of the spit hit along your face followed by a few laughs. You could feel your hair being tugged and pulled left and right. You were told by the girls of how unworthy you were being upon their planet, that Prince Jungkook didn't need a pet that was as ugly as you.

Jungkook strolls down the hallway of the palace, cape dragging along the marble floor. He had finished sparring with his father and desired nothing more than to be iced by his pet. You were good at that and in return, he would allow you to eat the candy he had got from the guards. Even if it was intended to be for you because, again, he didn't like it, that didn't mean the sweet shouldn't be earned.

Jungkook felt a sense of pride in having a Human pet. Jimin and Taehyung spoke about you nearly nonstop, all questioning when you'd return. Even his older friends were asking about the mysterious Human. After all, he was the first child of not only his kind, but all of the galaxy, to have a human child! His parents had warned him how delicate a human girl was - that you were much different than the children around the palace - even if he didn't always listen, he assured you were safe. He vowed that you could not be seen without him unless you were under strict super vision of the palace guards.

Imagine Jungkook's reaction to see you surrounded by a group of girls native to his planet abusing their power over such a delicate human pet - his pet at that. He had slammed the door open to witness it - them spitting on you, berating you and pulling your hair. He could feel from down the hall that you were in distress - your heart pumping eratically out your chest.

"Jungkook's my friend!" you had cried out at them, neither you nor the three girls noticing his prescence.

"Prince Jungkook is not-"

"Get out!" Jungkook screams, his eyes glowing brighter and his tentacles appearing on instant from behind his back. His hands turned to first and he was ready to attack the girls right then and there for disrespecting you as his pet.

The girls nearly jump out their skin, eyes wide as they look back to see a seething Jungkook.

Two of the girls stammered an apology before leaving. The third had dropped to her knees, bowing to him. A spew of apologies was released from her lips, but Jungkook had no time to hear it. A tentacle wraps around the girl's throat and easily lifts her up, throwing her out of the room. Her small body hits against the marble floor roughly, but he had not cared in the slighest.

Jungkook eyes you, his tentacles slowly making their way back. He sees the amount of spit on you by the girls mixed with your tears. He waits a few moments for you to look up at him, but you don't. You're humiliated and nearly traumatized - rightfully so.

Jungkook removes his cape and armor, only left in the skin tight training gear. "Come." Jungkook says, stepping forward to reach for your hand.

You stand, taking his hand on your own. Jungkook makes his way out of his room and down the familiar hall to the bathroom. You enjoyed the large bathroom - especially the bathtub that appeared as large as the Jacuzzi you've seen on Earth - only on Television, however.

As you make your way towards the bathroom that only you and Jungkook used, you feel ashamed and humiliated to think you would find friends on a foreign planet. You were nothing more than a pet, that fact was evident. You've dealt with Jungkook's mood swings, his constant berating and insults, yet you didn't let that get to you. However, the girls stating that Jungkook would never respect you as a pet, how you're nothing but a useless Human has your young heart shattering.

Jungkook pressed the buttons outside the metal door. It clanks open allowing both of them to enter before closing behind them. You were often marveling at the scenery of the bathroom - it appeared far ahead of the Earth's bathrooms. The floors sparkled so clean that you could see your reflection in it. The jacuzzi appearing tub was large, round and clear, having steps leading up to it.

Jungkook makes his way to the tub and taps it slightly, the water pouring out on one end, a dark green liquid - you know now it as soap - comes from another. You hum as the bubbles form against the tub.

Jungkook begins to remove his clothes and when you note this, you close your eyes and turn away with a yelp.

"What are you doing, human?" Jungkook questions with genuine curiosity. "Get into the tub."

You shake your head. You never bathed with anyone before - not even with Jungkook. You're confused by his sudden actions.

"You're dirty." he deadpans, entering the bath. The bubbles cover up to his chest. "And need to bathe."

You knew it was a matter of time until Jungkook lost his temper. You turn around slowly to thankfully see Jungkook already in the water, scrubbing his face. He doesn't turn his head when you take off the wet clothing and enter the warm tub. You're glad the bubbles hide your body. The wall next to the large tub holds different bottles in a language you didn't understand. You would take a random one and wash with, hoping it was body wash.

Jungkook watches as you go beneath the water to what he assumed to scrub your skin away from the spit. You emerge a few seconds later, releasing a sigh of relief. Your hair is now wet, sticking to your skin and shoulders. Jungkook continues to watch you scrub at your skin to get rid of the filth of the spit, slightly amusing him. He would have to tell his father what had happened with the three girls and discuss a punishment. To him, death would be the only option. To his father, not so much.

Jungkooks arms reaches for a bottle - a natural remedy to wash your hair. He places a few squeezes onto his palm, throws it into the water to float and looks at you. "We need to wash your hair." he murmurs. "Turn around."

Jungkook doesn't wait for you to, already massaging your scalp. He doesn't want to admit that like Jimin and Taehyung, he is enthralled by your hair. It is softer than anything he's touched on his own planet - and Planet Invictus had such soft fabrics.

You enjoy the way Jungkook doesn't jerk his fingers through your hair thanks to Jimin showing him. You're glad that he's attempting to be more gentle with you - not opening his mouth and belittling you for at least 5 minutes. It was calming and moments such as this, you didn't mind being around Jungkook.

Jungkook cups his hand beneath the water and begins to pour water from his palms onto your saopy hair. The soap falls from your shoulders to the water until it's completely gone. You hum, smiling to yourself.

Jungkook leans back against the tub as you turn around. Your head tilts to him and all he can do was furrow his brows and wait for you to speak.

"Do you want me to...wash your hair?" you are as astonished as him when you ask. But you tell yourself that it's because you're giving your thanks - a type of eye for an eye.

Jungkook slowly nods his head in agreement. You smile and grasp the bottle floating into the soapy water. You squeeze a decent amount before scooting closer to Jungkook. He turns around for you to and leans his head backwwards.

Jungkook feels goosebumps erupt through his arms when he feels your fingers massage his scalp. He closes his eyes and hums lowly to himself, the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair leaves him content. He wouldn't tell you this - you were his pet after all and should be pampering him. He would have to bathe wih you more often just for you to wash his hair.

Soon you're also humming along with him, a silent hum that has no real melody to it, but it's soothing along with your massaging fingers.

"Done." you sing-song, splashing his head with water to get rid of the soap.

Jungkook bottom lips form into a pout. He enjoyed far too much than he cared to admit of your small hands washing his head, but he doesn't dwell on it.

Soon the both of you are leaving the bath, towels wrapped around one another. You both turn away to dry and get dressed in the extra clothing in the royal bathroom. Your hair is dripping even after you dried it with the towel, but it'll just have to be air-dried now.

As Jungkook and you make your way back to the room, you feel more refreshed than anything you couldn't help but recall the previous events that transpired.

"Jungkook?" you call for him as you enter his bedroom. He turns to you, not saying anything when he does. "Do you wish you had someone else as a..."

"Pet?" Jungkook finishes.

You nod your head slightly. You couldn't help but think about the words the girls spoke to you - how the Prince of such an amazing planet could never have a Human pet such as yourself.

"Nah." Jungkook shrugs his shoulder. He makes his way to his bed and lays upon it, yawning. It was far too early for sleep and dinner had not yet been served, but a quick nap wouldn't hurt him. "Come lay down."

You're taken aback when Jungkook pats the bed beside him. You never slept on his bed - the pillows had always been where you slept and it was more comfortable than you once expected your first day on Planet Ivictus.

"A-Are you sure?"

"I won't ask you again, Y/N." Jungkook snaps, his patience running thin. You don't speak again and do as you're told. You lay on the bed opposite of him, it was fairly large so the two of you would not be touching, yet you can feel his warmth. Your place your head along the soft, silk pillows and close your eyes, body calming down. You take not it was the first time he called you by your name.

"Why does she need to study anyway? She's not on that weak planet anymore?" Jungkook hisses at his father. It was rare for the both of them to speak in a language not their native, but today was the exception.

A few months have gone by now and the King has suggested that you would start your studies. The King was slowly growing accustomed to your stay and had a soft spot for you. Upon hearing about what the girls had done to you, they were permanently banned from the palace. Jungkook would have to be one of the only friends you had for now - and maybe Jimin and Taehyung, they appeared smitten with you rather quickly.

It was about a month ago when the King had suggested while Jungkook had his own educational studies on PLanet Invictus, that you should do the same - only you had no need to study what others did on his planet. The technology Planet Invictus had was far more advance than Earth - so getting in contact with someone from your home planet willing to teach you from light years away was expensive, but then again, so was getting you here for his son.

"She's a growing girl." the King retorts rather bored. His son protested day by day about you studying. He knew the true reason was because he wanted you to remain dependent on him, yet his son would have to get over himself. "She cannot miss out on education just like you cannot."

Jungkook crosses his arms and sucks his teeth. His father didn't get it and never would. What pet gets special education? What education would she need besides catering to him and him only? She was growing excellent at that and her reward for following his rules were exotic candy and being able to sleep in his bed. What more could a Human ask for?

You on the other hand had strived to go to your classes every day while Jungkook went to his own. Speaking with another human was a breath of fresh air and you actually felt understood. You had short classes at the camp, yet nothing like this. It was as if you were learning a vast amount of knowledge in a short amount of time.

Though Jungkook found it useless, it makes your stay on the planet bearable. Jungkook mood swings had lessened over time and the two of you could now coincide without bickering at one another. Every night you two would bathe in the large bathtub, him demanding that he wash your hair and you do the same to him - no matter how many times you told him your hair couldn't get any cleaner.

You two would have dinner sometimes with Jimin and Taehyung and sit around the palace grounds. There was even a time where Jungkook took you away from the palace with the escort of some guards to a nearby waterfall where the two of you swam. You couldn't swim - only being 7 - but Jungkook was an amazing swimmer to be 9. You told yourself it was because he wasn't Human like you. That was the first day you weren't afraid of Jungkook's tentacles wrapping around your waist to stop you from drowning.

You were done with your studies for the day and already looked forward to coming the next day. You were now allowed to walk freely through the palace without Jungkook, yet you never went far or on uncharted territory. You make your way towards the familiar hall until you're stopped by a sudden hand. You turn to see Taehyung smiling down at you. You note that he's dressed different than the usual battle armor, but it loose fitted clothing.

"Tae!" you smile at the boy who does the same.

Taehyung places a hand on your head and gently rubs it, an action he does often when he see's you.

"What are you doing here?" you ponder aloud, tilting your head. "Is Jungkook around?"

Taehyung shakes his head. "I came to see you, little Human." he murmurs. "Jungkook has kept you hidden away from us."

You nodded in agreement. You hadn't seen Taehyung or Jimin for some time and if you'd ask Jungkook it would do nothing but strike a nerve in him.

"Come, I'll take you back to Jungkook's room." Taehyung offers and the two of you begin to stroll side by side, speaking about nothing in general. Taehyung was a good listener as he was a good speaker. You enjoyed his company overall and you were glad he wasn't like the girls you've met a few months prior. Jimin and he had been nothing but kind to you and you were utterly grateful for him.

Jungkook watches from afar as Taehyung and you stop by his door, both speaking and laughing at one another. His eyes are glaring at the closeness of Taehyung next to you. He feels himself growl when he witnesses Taehyung place his hand upon your head and lean down, smiling at you. "You're so cute, little Human."

"What are you doing?" Jungkook snaps, stepping closer to both of you, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you back. His had a fierce look in his eyes as he glares at Taehyung, who's nothing but amused.

"Walking Y/N back to your room." Taehyung shrugs, emerald eyes shining amusingly at Jungkook's obvious jealousy.

Jungkook snarls. He opens the door to his room, pushes you in and slams it behind him, not caring how rude it was towards his older friend. Taehyung could do nothing but laugh.

"What were you doing with him?" Jungkook demands, nails digging into your shoulders.

"Walking back-"

"Why was he touching you?"

"He always does." you furrow a brow at Jungkook. It was clear that he was upset about something, yet you couldn't fathom why.

Jungkook removes his hands from your shoulder and scoffs. "You're my pet, human." he sneers out, eyebrows tight and jaw locked. "Not Taehyung or Jimin's."

You gulp, sauntering back from him. Jungkook's sudden anger was caught off guard by you because - like stated - Taehyung always touched you. He always stroked your hair and called you cute - even if Jungkook was around.

"You shouldn't let anyone touch you anymore." Jungkook hisses, his voice coming louder. "I'll have to kill them if they do. I'm the Prince of Ivictus and you're my pet!" Jungkook is screaming now and all you could do is tremble with wide eyes at his sudden outburst. "And you're going to be nothing more than a pet that serves me and me only, you stupid Human."

His words cut deep, now more than ever. Jungkook had not called you his pet in months, nor had he called you human. You enjoyed the way he said your name - your mind telling you that the two of you were becoming friends.

You were wrong after all.

"Go to sleep." Jungkook hisses, turning around and slamming the door open and closed.

You make your way to his bed and lay upon it, feeling tears whelm into your eyes at Jungkooks sudden harsh demeanor - not fully understanding in your young mind why he was being so cold towards you - especially when it had to do with Taehyung. He never acted this way prior to Taehyung petting you.

Jungkook doesn't return to his room until after dinner hours later. His father had asked for you and he claimed you had fallen asleep after so many hours of learning "dumb Human education" and was far too exhausted for dinner. Of course it wasn't the truth - yet you didn't deserve to eat tonight after being far too kind to Taehyung.

Jungkook wasn't jealous - he would never be jealous. He was a Prince and Taehyung could never compare to him - no one could compare to him at that. You were his Human and warming up to one of his friends is unacceptable. It was evident that he'd allow you to be comfortable for too long - sleeping in his bed when pets should be on the floor, having an education when it was clear you didn't need one.

Jungkook scoffs as he opens the door to his bedroom, just thinking about how you were adapting to this as a vacation.

Jungkook closes the door behind him, it was dark yet he could see clear as day - perks of being one of his kind. He can hear your soft breathing to know you're asleep. He makes his way to you. His shining eyes catch the dried tears on your cheeks as he climbs upon his bed. You don't move as he does this. He doesn't lay down and instead continues to watch you - the way your chest inhales and exhales.

Jungkook thinks about Taehyung's words - how cute you were. It wasn't the first time he heard his friends go on about how "such a cute Human" she was and "how such soft Human hair" with the "biggest and innocent human eyes". It was growing tiring hearing about you from his friends when they had no right to be so amazed. It was as though they never seen a Human before.

But as Jungkook thinks about how "cute" you were to his friends, his mind tells him that he guessed you were cute. You weren't ugly to him like the other Humans he saw - even other beings from different planets. You were soft - he knew as much when you would hug him when you saw him after your studies. He supposed you weren't a bad pet - you were just a friendly pet and that's not what he appreciated.

Jungkook doesn't think when he kisses your lips - it was something he wanted to try. He witnessed his father kissing his mother and wondered what it felt like. He once called it "adult germs" until one by one, his friends told him they all kissed someone - and Taehyung leaning down close to you wasn't something he was risking.

Maybe it was selfish of him to kiss you while you slept - but he couldn't risk it any longer. He couldn't risk you going around having anyone steal a kiss from you - especially his friends (who swore that they saw you nothing more than a human friend).

Jungkook stiffens as you stir in your sleep. You don't wake and instead turn towards him and continue on with your slumber. Jungkook releases a sigh and lays his head upon his pillow. He touches his lips, the warmth of your lips tingling on them still. Jungkook hums, slightly smiling to himself at the giddy feeling. He allows himself to get closer to you, his chin placing gently at the top of your head.

You were his pet, after all. And there was nothing wrong with a master cuddling with his pet.

"Maybe you're attracted to her." Jimin says with a knowing smirk on his lips, furrowed brows. "It's normal. You're a growing boy."

"Don't be stupid!" Jungkook hisses, hands clenching.

Jungkook turns away from his older friend who was now laughing at him. What he needed was advice - not to be teased.

You were now 15, and Jungkook being 16 - 17 in a few months and would be off for training - has sensed there was a change in him. Of course, the normal change - his height increased, his voice deepened and he was growing an insane amount of hair all over. The Prince was excelling in his training alongside his father and would be fit for a King - eventually, those on Ivictus had a long life span. However, his mind couldn't stop the intrusive thoughts when it came to you.

"It's okay to want to fuck-"

Jungkook clenches his fists again, his eyes narrowing at Jimin.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "...want to be sexually active with her." he rephrases his words, knowing Jungkook didn't take disrespect when it came to you lightly - even if he claimed you were only a pet to him. "You're with her almost all the time."

Jungkook feels the tips of his ears redden when it comes to you and anything involving his growing attraction. Over the years, you sleeping in his bed was established and he has begun to enjoy your warmth as you did his. He didn't always have these thoughts about you - you were just a pet he desired to be close to. All the time.

At around 15 he woke one too many times to his hips rutting into you and his hands wandering. He would always push himself away from your sleeping figure as if you burned him and curse at himself for touching you. But it happened day by day - and even though the two of you were older enough now and didn't need to bathe together, he could never stop himself from allowing you inside the tub that was filled with too many bubbles. Still, his eyes didn't wander to your figure and he made sure to keep his distance from you.

Jungkook wouldn't tell Jimin that the thought of touching you begins to be so unbearable that he had to touch himself for relief, his mind imagining it was you doing it. It didn't make himself feel any better once the deed was done, however, and all he does feel is guilt for thinking of you in such a manner. You were his pet - one of his favorite people. You've grown alongside him and became far more submissive and happy to be with him.

Jungkook decides that Jimin is no help - so he would have to go elsewhere for help. It takes him months to get the intrusive thoughts out of his head. He stopped the baths you took together - even if he could hear your heart beating rapidly in confusion. He no longer cuddled you close to him as the two of you slept - ignoring the way you tossed and turned at night. But in the end, his intrusive thoughts as a growing boy no longer occupied you.

You're embarrassed when you see him - Jungkook and another girl engaged sexually. You had apologized profusely and ran out of the room as fast as you could. You remained in the hallway, back against the wall as you waited for him to be done. As long as you lived in the palace and could roam freely without any trouble, you always enjoyed being in the familiar room Jungkook and you shared.

It was another 10 minutes before the girl leaves, ignoring your presence entirely. Jungkook has stepped away from the room and eyes you before walking down the hall. You follow him, arms behind your back. "Are you going to take a bath?" you ask him quietly.

Jungkook nods his head, turning towards the door. He glances behind you. "What are you doing?"

"Can't I join?" you tilt your head at him, in a way that makes his heart ache. "We always take baths together until you stop."

Jungkook breaths in. His mind questions if your body felt the same for him as his did for you. Your eyes didn't look at him in the way he knows his did yours. You didn't touch him the way his sleepy figure did yours.

"Don't you think we're..." Jungkook trails off. "...too old?"

You eye him for a second, a blank stare on your face. "Would you prefer we shower?"

Jungkook feels his throat run dry and suddenly, his shorts feel far too tight. You weren't dumb in the slightest - but far too naive to get what he was intending. Maybe it was because you've dealt with Jungkook since the both of you were children and didn't see him as nothing but a master - a friendly master. He didn't scare you anymore or call you degrading names. He wasn't too rough with you or punish you for things that weren't your fault.

Jungkook hums. That was it. You were his pet, after all. He would consider you his friend in a (human girl) pet form that didn't want to change the routine the both of you shared. You didn't see him in the same light he was beginning to see you - and that was good. You were pure; not corrupted by the thoughts and you'll never will be.

"Okay." Jungkook murmurs, turning towards the now open door. "We can shower."

Jungkook and you enter the bathroom, a smile adorning your lips. He'd never shower with you before - never seeing the point of it. He enjoyed the baths he shared with you until the thoughts came - and he hoped that after his relief with the unnamed girl (he didn't care for her to learn it), that the thoughts for you wouldn't return.

The shower was large and as you begin to remove your clothes and step into it, it turns on automatically as it senses a body. Jungkook is frozen as he stares at you - now naked and enjoying the warmth of the shower. He's surprised at the revelation that he's never actually seen your body before - it was always covered by the bubbles and the fact that he would look away as you undressed.

Jungkook tears his eyes away from you and undresses himself. He enters without a word, trying his hardest to not look at you. More water makes their way out and onto Jungkook. The water is refreshing and it assist in calming his nerves.

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" you ask him.

"That'll be hard to do since we're not sitting down." Jungkook murmurs, the sound of the water hitting against the floor brings a sense of peacefulness.

"Hmm." you hum. You're unsure what to do for him. You grab the soap resting on one of the bars into your hands. It's natural, you note, made by one of the guards wives as a gift to Jungkook after the guard overheard him having dry skin. You rub it into your hands then begin to rub it along his shoulders.

Jungkook stiffens feeling your hands on him. You're washing him - something innocent and pure, yet he can't help but moan to himself as your hands roam his body. From his shoulders, to his neck then torso. You're humming softly to yourself - but his ears can pick up everything. You often hummed to yourself whenever you washed his hair or vice versa.

"I can wash your hair." Jungkook chokes out when he feels your hands rub along his adomen. He quickly turns you around and grabs the nearest shampoo bar - he's attempting to get his breathing in order when he rubs his hands on the bar and then inside of your scalp.

Jungkook tries to not let his eyes wander around your body as he massages your scalp. You're his pet - an innocent pet who's grown to love him over time. What he isn't going to do is allow these disturbing thoughts to hinder his relationship with you.

"Do you love Uma?" you ask him after a few minutes as Jungkook is finishing with shampooing your hair.

"Who's Uma?" Jungkook scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Turn around so we can take the shampoo out."

You do as you're told. You open your eyes slightly to look at him, smiling when your eyes meet.

"The girl you were with earlier." you say as Jungkook begins to rinse the shampoo from your hair.

Jungkook gulps. He wasn't aware you knew the girl. You didn't have many friends that weren't his - nor did you spend much time outside of the Palace without him, the guards or even his friends. He was now comfortable with his friends enough to know they wouldn' hurt you - and hopefully not have the same intrusive thoughts he had for you, that was something he would never allow.

"No. I don't love her." Jungkook answers truthfully. He hadn't even known her name. All he did know was that he was a Prince and had all types of women at his disposal if needed be. "Why do you ask?"

You don't respond to his question immediately. It was as though you were thinking - processing his words.

"You were having sex with her, right?" your words make his fingers stop in your scalp. He wasn't sure where you were going with your questions.

"...Yes."

You open your eyes to look at him, your eyelashes blinking away the water droplets that laid upon them. "I was told you're suppose to have sex with people you love." you're tilting your head at him, genuinely confused. It was what you were told by the Human scholar when it was time for you to learn about your body and that of the opposite sex. The scholar couldn't tell you much about those of Planet Ivictus - just that they were nearly the same as Humans.

Jungkook doesn't respond. He's unsure how. Maybe this is how Humans thought - having sex with just people you love. It was different on his planet and sex was nearly a sport at this point. The girls had high sex drives when the full moon was present and the men were almost always ready for sex. He's had plenty of sex by the time he hit puberty and was encouraged to do so to relief pent-up frustration - and also so he wouldn't take any of that frustration out on you.

"You are." Jungkook nods slowly. He's unsure what to tell you - or why you're even bringing up the idea of sex. You never have before, but then again he was much careful who he brought to his room. He always made sure you were away or occupied when he had - and that the aroma of sex was well cleaned from the room and there was fresh sheets for you to come back to.

You nod your head at him. Jungkook hears your heart beat faster as you come closer to him, eyes large and full with curiosity. "Can I have sex with you?"

Jungkook thinks about anything to make his cock deflate. He thinks about the time his father forced him to eat raw Alien meat as a form of "survival". He thinks of when Jimin laughed so hard he threw up an insane amount of food he ate moments prior - literally anything to not make him grow hard at your words. Such innocnet words - as though you knew not the true meaning of them.

"Why would you want to do that?"

You step closer to him, eyes blinking to look up into his own eyes. Your hands place themselves on his chest as you come closer to him. "You're suppose to have sex with people you love." you answer. "And I love you."

Jungkook doesn't know how to respond to you. He's astonished at your words of admission. You pleading to have sex with him - someone who has never been touched before by no man - not even himself, and you were his pet, after all.

Jungkook turns his head from you and sighs. "You don't mean that."

"I do." you assure, coming even closer to him. "I want to have sex with you!"

Jungkook gulps.

"You're my master. You're allowed to do anything to me."

Jungkook groans, he could feel himself grow harder by the second. But he tells himself you don't know what you're asking of him.

"You need to stop." Jungkook swallows. He turns to make his way out of the shower, the second stream of water disconnecting at his absence. "You don't want me to do that."

Jungkook hears your footsteps following after him, your stream of water turning off behind you. "I do mean it!" you call after him. "I do mean it, Jungkook!" you sound seconds from crying at how cold he was being with you.

Jungkook turns his head abruptly, his eyes glaring at you. "Stop it." he hisses - a hiss that makes you flinch. He manages to not skim your body. "I'm not doing that with you."

Jungkook snatches a towel from the rack and begins drying himself.

You cross your arms and glance at the ground. "Is it because you don't love me? Did you love Uma more?"

Jungkook curses at himself mentally. You had it completely opposite and he regrets telling you that sex and love are the same - because they weren't. Not with him at least. He didn't care for Uma in the way he cared for you and Uma wouldn't be someone he brought back to his room.

"It's okay if you don't love me." you tell him, stepping closer until you're directly behind him. You place your check against his back, an action you did often since you were a child of 8. It was different now - he was taller and his body much more sculptured. "I know not all masters love their pets."

"Who told you that?" Jungkook knits his brows. You never spoke like this before. It was rare for you to address him as master and yourself as a pet. You knew your situation as much as he did. He was no longer a child that demanded you call him by his Royal title.

Jungkook turns to face you, waiting for your response. You place your head against his chest this time, arms loosely around his waist. He ignores the way your breasts are pressed firmly against him. "Another human pet told me. She said that she pleases her master all the time."

Jungkook hums, processing the information. He wasn't aware you had another human acquaintance. Obviously, they were posioning your mind with the intrusive thoughts you never had until you associated with them.

"She told me what she does." you continued. "I can please you with my mouth."

There it goes. The blood rising inside of Jungkook makes him push himself away from you.

"Get dressed." Jungkook hisses. "And stop fucking talking to that whore. She's corrupting your mind."

You and Jungkook get dressed, both silent. Jungkook isn't a fool to your hurt feelings - he could sense the way you're saddened by his words. The two of you make it out of the bathroom and down the hallway. It was quiet, no guards roaming the halls.

"Are you going to keep seeing Uma?" you call as you near the bedroom. "Or Hadiza? Jimena? Bora or -"

Jungkook turns around. He stops you in your tracks. How long have you known about the girls he brought to his bedroom? You knew of their names and as far as he thought, you had no idea.

"Why are you questioning me?"

"It's not fair that you have sex with them and not me." you exclaim, your eyes narrowing at Jungkook as he did to you. It brought back memories of your younger self - how you willingly fought against him with no fears. It was one of the reasons he grown to like you.

Jungkook inhale then exhales deeply.

"I don't want you to keep having sex with them." you murmur, but your voice is stern. There's a glint in your eyes that makes Jungkook scan your entire body language.

"Who are you to tell me what not to do?" Jungkook scoffs. He was amused - you were growing territorial and he can only blame himself. He allowed you to have freedom over him and situations. He ran when you called and made sure no one even caused any harm to you that now you stand before him demanding things.

"I'll kill them if you have sex with anyone." your words reach his ears and replays in his mind. You don't say another word to him and instead turn around and make your way opposite of his room. He watches your figure until you aren't in his line of vision.

Jungkook's ashamed. Ashamed because your words cause something deep in him - desire? Adoration? He wasn't sure himself. He's more ashamed that he feels himself grow harder at your words - you were far ahead of yourself in thinking you could kill any of the girls he brings to his bed, but the threat alone excites him.

Your threat rang true - year after year. Jungkook chooses to play with you as if you aren't capable of killing. And of course you weren't. That didn't mean you weren't going to use your connections. You crying to Jimin about Uma clawing you on your cheek makes the boy upset, nearly attacking the girl for putting her hands on you. You're dripping in blood when the King see's you, declaring that one of the girls Jungkook brought to his room became "jealous" of how close he was to his pet - soon her whole family was banished from the palace grounds and had to live on the outskirts of the planet.

Year after year, Jungkook tested you and you showed him that no matter who he brought to his bedroom - even who he spoke to - wasn't safe from you. You had no strength, skill or will to kill them - but ruining their lives for the sake of having Jungkook to yourself was worth it to your eyes.

Jungkook was no fool to your plans - as sick and twisted as it was. He knew the way in which you hurt yourself and blamed it on the girls he associated with - yet his friends wouldn't believe it if he told them, neither would his father. You were the cute innocent human pet - who was not so innocent any longer. At 17, you were growing into your womanly figure. You insisted on sleeping in his bed when you were well adored in the palace to have your own bedroom. You rubbed his pack every night, kissed his neck as far as he allowed you to. You snuck into the shower with him one too many times to count, all claiming to be a loving pet for him.

The people of Ivictus had grown to adore you, as well - a rare instance for a Human. You sauntered around the Planet without being harmed and no longer needed guards or Jungkook to escort you. You had your fair share of admirers - and those who disliked you, yet you never cared for them. They weren't living the life you had and that would make anyone envious.

Now as you're 18, you're awaiting Jungkook's arrival back to the Planet, along with Jimin and Taehyung. The three men were sent out on a year-long mission outside of the Planet and you've wanted nothing more than to be with Jungkook again - even settled on counting the days until his return. You were left bored without him. Sure you had the palace at your disposal and whatever you wanted to buy from the shops around the Planet - yet that wasn't what you truly desired.

You've planned it out perfectly - of course with help of your Human friends who was also a pet to one of the elites in the palace. She assisted in buying you clothing - or lack thereof - to attract your master. She claimed it would allow him to see you in a different light - and this time you hoped she was correct. Your desire for Jungkook had grown from a tiny crush to a full blown obsession. With the amount of information she entrusted into you, you wished for nothing more than for Jungkook to do the things her master did to her.

'A master would never allow another person to touch what's there.' she told you.

You're chilly - the lingerie clinging onto your body doesn't allow much warmth, but if you wanted Jungkook you needed your body to be on full display. You're dosing off - the sun has since set and you've waited for Jungkook long enough. When you hear the door open and close gently, you're yawning awake, sitting up slightly.

Jungkook's eyes shine in the dark and your appearance doesn't go unnoticed by him. The smoothness of your skin, the white fabric against it and the way it reveals a lot without revealing too much - even if he does know what's beneath it already.

You're beautiful - Jungkook is aware of this. You've grown from the young child he met just a a couple years younger than him to an adult woman now. Year by year it's as if you develop more, growing more into your beauty. You were a dangerous creature that has Jungkook's mind wandering. He feels at time that you're the master and he was your pet that was wrapped around your finger - ready to pounce when you told him to.

"Jungkook." you murmur, voice low and groggily. "I missed you."

"We talked everyday." Jungkook snickers. He saunters closer to the bed, his eyes examining your figure, thankful Human's couldn't see well in the dim like he could.

"It's not the same." you huff. Lifting yourself up, you bring yourself to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook places his hands on both sides of your cheeks. He furrows a brow. "Have you been good?" he questions, but he knows the answer. You're mischeivious as it comes - doing whatever until you get your way.

You nod your head, but he see's the smirk forming onto your lips.

"Good girls don't lie." Jungkook chuckles, removing his hands from your cheeks.

Jungkook takes a step back and that's your queue to stand and hug him. You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist, knowing he'll catch you. You inhale his scent - he showered before coming to his room.

"Did you miss me?" you ask into his neck, lips close to the nape of it.

Jungkook hums in agreement. He knows what you're doing - it's the same tricks you do time and time again. You kiss along his neck, reaching his earlobe. You bring it between your teeth and nip lightly.

"Where did you get this from?" Jungkook traces the white fabric against your skin. "I never seen it before."

"I bought it new. Just for you."

Jungkook only chuckles. He brings himself down onto the bed, you cling on top of him. You snuggle against him, the feel of your ass on his groin is evident but he's trying everything in him to pretend he cannot feel it - to not give in to your advances.

You lean back, smiling sweetly down to him. "Do you like it?" you question, giggling.

Jungkook smiles, places his hands on your thighs as he scans you over. His eyes rack to your hips, from your chest until they reach your collarbone and neck. His eyes narrow, a frow forming onto his face. He then lifts himself into a seated position, his right hand grabbing your shoulder roughly. "What's on your neck?" he demands a response.

You yelp at his nails digging inside of your skin. You're squirming on top of him. "Jung-"

"Who put their filthy hands on you?" Jungkook barks harshly, his tone ansty. "Someone took advantage of you, didn't they? I told Father to not allow you out by yourself." Jungkook touches the marks - marks that appear like bites on your skin. "Tell me who took advantage of you and I'll kill them myself!"

Jungkook was ready to assassinate anyone who thought it would be a good idea to touch what was his. You were known around the planet as belonging to the Prince - untouchable and should remain unharmed. Who was bold enough to do this while he was away? Or at all for this matter.

"Answer me!" Jungkook screams, hands wrapping around your neck.

"I-I'm sorry!" you cried, tears welming into your eyes.

Jungkook removes his hands from your neck, shaking his head. "It's not your fault." he assures. "Tell me who hurt you and I'll kill them, Y/N. They don't deserve to live any longer after-"

"I let him touch me." you cried harder, handing your head low. "I allowed him to because you didn't want me."

Jungkook examines the way you're crying - face red with the tears streaming down at a rapid pace. Your heart beat is erractic - out of control as it beats nearly out your chest.

"You let another man touch what's mine?" His words were calm, all the screaming and anger long gone from his voice - but you know well enough that Jungkook was beyond angry.

You shake your head, but Jungkook doesn't wait for a response.

"You allowed a filthy man to taint you? To touch you?" Jungkook's throat lets out a growl. "All because I wouldn't?"

Jungkook is livid - the thought of someone touching you makes his blood boil. He shakes his head - they take advantage of you. You weren't in the right headspace to allow them to do this, yet he's angered with you.

"I didn't let him do anything else." you cry, nails gribbing onto Jungkook for dear life. "I couldn't have sex with him. I wanted it to be you."

Your weeping figure does things to Jungkook - he's far more upset that you're crying than anything else.

Jungkook places his hand on your cheek and wipes the tears away with his thumb. He eyes you for a moment, reading your expression.

"You don't listen to me." Jungkook mutters with a shake of his head. "No matter how many times I try to protect you...you never listen. It's my fault for allowing you to have such freedom and reign of not only me but others."

You blink and sniffle.

"All these years I fight to protect you and give you a good life." Jungkook tsks. "And all you want is to be treated like a whore."

You shriek when he grips your hair. He's strong when he flips you over.

"And now I have to treat you like a whore." Jungkook shakes his head. "So you won't go out there and have another man do what I should have done to you years ago."

For the first time, you feel Jungkook's hands roam your body. He grips your breast, slides them down your waist and even grasps your ass. You're moaning at the sudden feeling of his hands all over you - it feels scandalous. Finally, your dreams of being with Jungkook were beginning.

Jungkook leans down to kiss your lips - the sensation sends shivers throughout his body. He hadn't kissed your lips since he was a young, naive and spoiled child - kissing you because he would be damned if anyone else had before him. His clothes begin to feel far too tight for him now.

Jungkook trails his hands to your breast now, ripping the thin fabric to allow them to spring free. His mouth dips down to kiss along the flesh, fingers massaging them. You arch your back when you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple - his eyes examine your expressive reaction. His breathing was heavy. He had wanted you far too long now, his mind completely blank when it came to the morals he had prior.

"I want to pleasure you." you plead, the erotic feeling of Jungkook sucking along your nipples becoming nearly unbareable. Your stomach was churning and you felt a tingle between your legs. "I know how to do it! I promise."

Jungkook nods his head. You were so cute begging to please him - he would have to reward you later with that favorite sweet you enjoyed.

You simper, pushing him back gently. Your hands grab his pants, tugging on them until they're released, along with the breifs he wore beneath them. You lick your lips when his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face if you hadn't moved.

Jungkook nearly explodes at the sight of you wrapping your tongue around his tip. His mind is screaming at him - how did you know how to do this? It's obvious whoever the Human girl you were associating yourself with was becoming an influence on you.

Jungkook curses when he feels the back of your throat mixed with the sounds of you gagging against him. He's twitching - you were too much for him. The thought of tainting you makes him go wild. The fact that his pet was pure and wouldn't be with another man but him brings him to great joy and a sick satisfaction.

Jungkook grabs the back of your hair. Your eyes are watering as you stare up at him. He begins to thrust inside of you, you're coughing but you refuse to stop him. You're in bliss - being with Jungkook was what you wanted for years now. The amount of times you've hurt yourself and blamed it upon the women Jungkook has been with were well worth it - now you had to assure he was yours and no one but yours.

You nearly cough when you feel a warm substance shoot in the back of your throat - he hits deep to the point you feel as if it'll be coming from your nose. Jungkook removes his cock - long, veiny and full of girth - from your throat. You struggled swallowing his cum, but you managed. You're coughing, tears streaming down your cheeks and nose red and swollen.

"You're so beautiful, pet." Jungkook coos, yanking your head up to kiss your salty lips. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" Jungkook chuckles darkly at your eager nod. "And I'm not going to prep you first, either. A whore like you should already be wet for me."

It was sadistic and he would hate himself later, but now he had to be inside of you. It doesn't take him long to rip the rest of the flimsy lingerie off of your body. He was correct - you were dripping. Who knew his pet - someone so innocent and pure - would be so filthy for him right now. He spreads your legs, his shining eyes noticing how tight your pussy was and he feels proud of you for not allowing anyone unworthy of your purity.

You hiss, gripping your eyes shut when you feel Jungkook enter you whole. You bite your lip, trembling. Jungkook places a hand upon your cheek, his thumb rubbing it calms you. But his actions say otherwise and he wastes no time in thrusting into you at an alarming pace. As much as your body aches at the pain being caused by him - you can't love him any less.

Jungkook grunts as he fucks into you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You were wet and tight - far too tight for him to handle. You were pure for him and him only, your body belonging to him. Destined for him to take and do as he pleased. His fingernails dig into the skin of you knees as he brings them up to your shoulders, enjoying the way you clench around him with more urgency.

"Your pussy's so tight for me." Jungkook chuckles darkly, his eyes opening to look at your face. "You waited for me all this time, haven't you?"

You nod your head. You were glad the pain was subsiding and forming into pleasure. Your eyes open in time to see it - his tentacles. He hadn't brought them out in front of you in years - not unless he had to. You didn't scream or cower away - you feel them wrap around your legs, one softly around your neck while one places itself along your clit. You shake your head, arching.

"I know you love it, pet." Jungkook laughs aloud, his pounding only getting more powerful. His tentacle plays with your clit as one wraps around your nipples. "You love whatever I do to you, don't you?"

You're nodding your head, twitching. Your body didn't feel like your own - you're unsure what was happening. You didn't want his tentacles to stop pleasuring you as much as you didn't want his cock to. You feel the tears of pleasure form and slide down your cheeks. "I love you so much, Jungkook." you cry out.

Jungkook hisses. Your words were going to make him cum - but that doesn't mean he would cum for good. He had high stamina and could go for as long as you'd allow him to.

"Say it again." Jungkook hisses.

"I love you." you repeat again and again, each time earning Jungkook deeper access to your pussy. "I love you so much, master." you cry out, twitching uncontrollably. Jungkook feels the liquid hit his check, but neither him or his tentacles stop - not when he was so close to cumming himself.

"I'm going to breed you." Jungkook's eyes were bloodshot - his thrust was far too powerful for a Human to handle, yet you were taking it as well as you could. "I'm going to fill you up until you're pregnant with my heir."

The tight grip Jungkook has on your legs makes you bleed, but neither of you care. You came an excessive amount of times - overstimulation being an understatement. Your eyes are rolling and you're covered in sweat and cum (and possibly blood) - but you can't bring yourself to regret your decision to fuck Jungkook.

Jungkook cums deep inside of you, head hung low - the thoughts of you being full of his cum and soon with his child plaguing his thoughts. You would be glowing and round with the heir to the throne - a child so powerful that could even rival him as an infant.

Jungkook falls besides you, chest trying to find any air left. Who knew a Human - a virgin one at that - could make him so weak.

"Please, Prince Jungkook there must be-"

"I don't make mistakes!" Jungkook hisses. "She has pointed out your Human as the one who took advantage of her."

The man shakes his head as the Human boy is dragged out of the home. A crowd forms around the home, yet not too close to the Prince. There's whispers surrounding them, the red sky above them shining down at the pathetic Human.

You're standing besides Taehyung as Jungkook brings the dagger across the Human's neck, the crimson blood splattering on the grass below them. There's a few yelps and shrieks, but no one does anything.

The Human's body hit the ground and all Jungkook can do is spit upon him in disgust. An act against his woman would never go unpunished. He waves his hands to a few guards and they're quick to dispose of the body, pushing the crying woman away from the dead body. Jungkook reaches you, his eyes glancing around to the crowd. "And that goes for anyone who touches what's mine." he hisses.

Taehyung glances at Jimin from across from him who gives him the same amused look. He wished he would've made the bet with Namjoon when he said Jungkook would be wrapped around the Human's fingers in no time. Little did you know, Jungkook had killed and harmed far too many men in your honor - those who spoke ill of you never went unheard to the Prince.

"Let's go home." you wrap your hands around his with a small smile.

Jungkook allows you to drag him away from the quiet crowd, all eyes watching the way you appeared to tame the once irate Prince.

As you walk towards the palace, a familiar set of eyes are watching you. You see her - the same Human pet who you took advice from many times before. The same one who insisted you sleep with your master when you were young, the same woman who assisted in buying you the lingerie and who ultimately covered you in bruises to make the Prince jealous in being yours. You smile at her, nodding your head slightly and she does the same with a smirk on her lips.

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[heliads]

Can I request for Z3 Wyatt.

Wyatt and y/n are secretly dating for a while and when the aliens comes alan takes a liking to her and flirts with her and Wyatt gets jealous. So basically one day alan wanted to ask y/n out then Wyatt gets so jealous/overprotective and basically says while he’s in full wear wolf form ( his eyes glow and his fangs show) “ get ur hands off my girlfriend” in front of everyone. Angst with fluffy ending :))

I hope u understood that

i understand everything

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Wyatt Lykensen isn’t a big fan of the aliens. 

He isn’t the only one to feel this way, certainly. Not after they touched down in an explosion that rocked Seabrook half to pieces. Not after they’re taking advantage of their otherworldly abilities to beat out the rest of Seabrook High in just about every contest possible— athletic achievements, good grades, you name it. 

Plus, their attitudes are just terrible. They pretend they’re just exploring a new way of life and just happen to be grinding everyone’s faces into the dirt by accident, but Wyatt swears he knows better. 

He might be a little biased, though. The extraterrestrial newcomers committed one cardinal sin that’s damned them in Wyatt’s eyes until eternity. It’s something so bad that he’ll never forgive them again, even if they save his life a thousand times. It’s not just trying to tamper with the moonstone, as if that wasn’t bad enough. 

No, what the aliens have done is something far worse, so terrible Wyatt’s fists clench at his sides when he so much as thinks about it. What is this terrible act, one might ask? What have the aliens done to ruin them forever? Easy. They’re trying to steal his girl. 

Technically, they don’t know Wyatt’s girl is Wyatt’s girl, although that doesn’t earn them back any points. Wyatt has been secretly dating Y/N L/N for about three months now, and he’s never been happier. Their relationship started off a secret back when the werewolves were the unwanted intruders, and the easy rhythm of keeping everything hidden ended up being too familiar a pattern to break. 

So no one else knows Wyatt is dating Y/N and they automatically assume she’s available. That would be an acceptable mistake to make, except for the fact that it isn’t. Y/N is Wyatt’s girlfriend, and no one else’s. Certainly not some alien weirdo whose biggest claim to fame is the fact that he descended from the sky like a glorified stage performer. 

It’s the fault of one alien in particular. Their leader of sorts, A-Lan, has been all over Y/N ever since his ship touched down. It’s not like Wyatt feels threatened by him or anything, he just doesn’t like it, that’s all. What does A-Lan possibly have over him other than oddly bright blue hair, a superiority complex, and insanely good grades and skills and— oh no, he might be threatened after all. 

Wyatt tries to push the whole thing from his mind. This isn’t a big deal, Y/N loves him and not the alien so the whole situation can just die down. He’ll probably forget he ever saw A-Lan as a possibility of pain in a week or two. 

So Wyatt thinks, at least, and then he looks across a crowded hallway and sees Y/N talking to A-Lan by her locker. She’s laughing at something he just said, and Wyatt thinks he’s going to lose his mind. 

“Careful,” says a wry voice from behind him, “I don’t think that combination lock has done anything to you to deserve being crushed.”

Wyatt startled and looks from Zed Necrodopolis, who has just appeared from the crowds to stand by his side, to the combination lock still in his hand. It had once been able to fit in his locker, but judging by the way it’s been almost flattened in Wyatt’s death grip, it won’t be useful as anything more than a paperweight from now on. 

Wyatt pries his fingers from around the twisted metal with no small amount of effort. Zed watches with amusement. 

“I take it you aren’t as open to the aliens, then?” The other boy prods. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wyatt denies. 

Zed arches a brow. “I’m sure you don’t. You just happen to have it out for your lock for a reason utterly unrelated to the fact that Y/N’s smiling at A-Lan?”

“Again?” Wyatt breaks out, temporarily forgetting that he’s not supposed to be aware of any of that. He tries to school his expression back into a more suitable neutral, but the damage is down. 

Zed nods sagely. “Thought so. I get it, though. I know how it feels.”

Wyatt glowers as he puts his binders into his only slightly demolished locker. “Do you really?”

“Actually,” Zed says, “I do. Remember when you and your pack were the new guys in town? It used to drive me crazy watching you talk to Addison all the time. I was sure you were going to steal her from me.”

Wyatt scoffs. “Of course I wasn’t. Addison wouldn’t leave you if she found a fairytale prince ready to offer her a castle.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Zed remarks pleasantly, “but this is exactly the same thing with you and Y/N. She loves you, not A-Lan.”

It occurs to Wyatt that he shouldn’t be hearing this advice. “Y/N doesn’t love me. We’re, uh, just friends.”

Zed snorts. “You actually think I’m going to believe that? I mean, I only figured it out a month ago, but it’s pretty obvious if you think about it. You and Y/N are clearly in love. That’s why you’re so angry that A-Lan is flirting with her.”

Wyatt groans. “Yeah, that’s it alright. I just don’t know what to do about it.”

Zed plunks a reassuring hand on Wyatt’s shoulder. “You don’t have to do anything about it unless something happens. Y/N can handle herself, trust me. That’s why she’s been glancing over at you every five seconds instead of paying attention to A-Lan blabbering away at her.”

“Really?” Wyatt asks hopefully. 

Zed nods and jerks his head towards Y/N’s locker to prove his point. Wyatt follows his line of sight and meets Y/N’s eyes. She flashes him a bright smile, and just like that, he can’t find it within him to worry about blue haired aliens for a single second. 

That relief is only temporary, however. A few days later, Wyatt is still stressed. Y/N may love him as much as Wyatt loves her, but A-Lan’s efforts to win her over are so relentless that they could convince anyone that it’s time for a change. A-Lan holds doors open for Y/N, he carries her books in the hall, he even brings her flowers, something that sends Wyatt into a fury that Willa has to be called in to calm him down. 

No, he’s losing it. Losing her, maybe, and that thought is enough to make Wyatt even less sure of himself. So, when he’s walking Y/N home from school one supposedly sunny afternoon and he sees A-Lan approaching them with a stupid little grin on his face, Wyatt knows, he Knows, that this is going to be bad. 

Still, he tries to be civil. For Y/N’s sake at least, Wyatt can stop rising to every single bait. He can still remember what it was like to be the supernatural outcast, how the zombies hated the werewolves for being different even though they had fought so hard for equality. Now it’s the werewolves’ turn to repeat the cycle, and maybe at some point these otherworldly newcomers will be able to go through the exact same thing. 

A-Lan comes to an excited stop beside them. “Y/N, it’s so good to see you can. It has been far too long since the last time we spoke.”

Y/N chuckles. “I saw you last period. It’s barely been ten minutes.”

“Exactly,” A-Lan says, teeth shining uncannily brightly. His fluorescent smile dims somewhat when he turns to Wyatt, as if just now realizing that Y/N isn’t alone. “Wyatt Lykensen.”

“A-Lan,” Wyatt says, mirroring the other boy’s stilted tone.

A-Lan clears his throat. “I was hoping to speak to Y/N.”

Wyatt nods, and after a few moments, A-Lan coughs again, this time louder. “Alone,” he clarifies.

Oh. Wyatt glances over at Y/N, and he’s just about to prove that he’s the bigger person and leave when he notices that Y/N is looking at him beseechingly. A second later, it hits him. Y/N wants this as little as Wyatt does, and that gives him enough strength to take on a thousand aliens if need be.

Wyatt squares his shoulders and remains exactly where he is. “Actually, I’m good here, thanks.”

Y/N nods quickly. “Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of Wyatt. Trust me.”

A-Lan’s gaze sours momentarily before he forces himself to adopt a dazzling grin once more. “Alright, then. Y/N, over my time here at Seabrook I’ve grown to appreciate the good things in life, and you’re one of them. I hear that it’s common around people to ask someone in, and I’d like to do that now.”

Wyatt has to bite back a laugh even as he feels himself flicker with irritation. “You’re asking her out, you mean?”

A-Lan blinks. “That’s what I said.”

“Sure it is,” Y/N says placatingly, “but–”

The second someone other than Wyatt speaks, A-Lan’s eerily positive aura returns in full force. “So you accept? Wonderful. We can go to an ice cream shop tomorrow. Maybe even tonight. Is that too soon? I don’t think it is.”

Y/N holds up a hand. “Wait a minute, I never actually said yes.”

“You don’t have to,” A-Lan says delightedly, “I know how you feel. It’s the same as me, you’re excited about this.”

Wyatt can feel a slow burn of anger coursing through him, turning his bones into solid iron, his blood to liquid flame. “Slow down, buddy. Y/N doesn’t want to go out with you.”

A-Lan loses control over his smile once again. “I don’t know why you’re so involved in this. I’m asking Y/N out, you’re not. Right, Y/N?”

The other boy puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, and that is exactly when Wyatt loses it. He can feel the transformation even without looking at himself. Judging by the gasp of surprise A-Lan lets out, Wyatt’s eyes have begun to glow, and Wyatt can feel the added length of his fangs when he speaks.

His tone cool and deadly, Wyatt fixes A-Lan with a stare so severe that the alien takes a step back, even without realizing it. “Get your hands off of my girlfriend,” Wyatt asserts, “Right now.”

A-Lan’s eyes widen. “Your– Y/N’s your–” He has to take a moment to collect himself, and then the plastic smile is back again. “I didn’t realize. You two are dating?”

“Yes,” Y/N says crisply, “which is why I’m going to have to turn down your offer of getting ice cream later. I’m sure you understand.”

“I do,” A-Lan murmurs at last, “I most certainly do. Excuse the interruption.”

He all but speed walks away, leaving Wyatt and Y/N there in stunned silence. It occurs to Wyatt that they are not alone; indeed, they’re just outside the bounds of the school, and everyone walking by has seen what happened. They’re the recipients of more than a few shocked stares, and Wyatt can practically hear it as people race to their phones to tell their friends what just happened.

“Well,” Wyatt says as casually as he can, “I don’t think our relationship is a secret anymore.”

Y/N smiles at last. “I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing. Unless you wanted it to stay that way?”

“No,” Wyatt declares fervently, “Not at all. I love you, Y/N, and that means I don’t care what people have to say. I’m happy with you. I never needed anyone’s opinion but yours.”

Wyatt decides there and then that he’s never seen a prettier sight than when Y/N turns to beam at him. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me yet,” she comments.

“I’ll just have to say it more often,” Wyatt decides.

He has the creativity for endless compliments, now and forever. A-Lan is out of the way, and now Wyatt doesn’t have to fear any untoward attempts from other students trying to steal his girl. He will be happy with Y/N until forever. As it turns out, that’s just enough time for him.

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[literaryavenger]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier - 2

Summary: You meet Sam and get a closer look at your enemy. Maybe a little too close...

Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Warnings: Language. Rumlow being a dick. Mentions of death. Mentions of fighting and fire arms. The Winter Soldier, he's a warning. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?

Word Count: 3.1K

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By the time you arrive at your destination it’s morning and Natasha’s awake, a little worse for wear but she assures you she’s fine. You help her as you walk up to the door and Steve knocks on it.

“Hey, man.” the man Steve informed you is named Sam answers the door.

“I'm sorry about this,” Steve says “we need a place to lay low.”

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us.” Natasha adds.

“Not everyone.” he says after looking at all three of you for a few seconds, then he lets you in and closes the door after taking a quick look outside.

You stay in the kitchen with Sam as Natasha and Steve clean up. “So, how do you know Captain Spangles?”

You ask him as he cooks, making him laugh. “I met him a couple of days ago on a run. What about you?”

“We work together.” you meet his eye and he raises an eyebrow at you, willing you to go on. “I guess you might as well know, after all you are harboring two fugitives.”

“Fugitives? Who is Captain America running from?” he turns around, giving you his full attention.

“SHIELD. Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.” That's obviously not enough information for him, so you keep going.

“it’s an espionage and security organization that defends Earth and its people from groups that pose advanced technological, and sometimes supernatural or extraterrestrial, threats. I’m an Agent of Shield, currently working for the STRIKE team which happen to be the very same bad people that are looking for Tasha and Steve.” you end bitterly, looking away from Sam and shaking your head, disappointed in yourself.

“Well, you don’t look like a very bad person, why are you working with them?” Sam surprises you with this question, clearly he’s a very good judge of character.

“I was assigned when I became a pawn to an asshole’s psychotic plan to rule the world.” you deadpan.

“Don’t worry, it happens to all of us one time or the other” he says with a smirk, making you laugh.

He then goes to inform Steve and Nat that breakfast is ready. When he comes back you give him an amused look, raising your eyebrow in question. “If you guys eat that sort of thing?”

“I don’t know what supersoldiers and spies eat.” he shrugs and laughs with you.

“You two are getting along great.” Nat wiggles her eyebrows at you as she takes a seat at the table.

“Down, girl.” you tell her with a fake glare, which she merely smirks at. “So, Captain. Care to fill us mortals in about what you found at the camp?”

“Hydra.” he simply says, sitting down “We found Hydra.”

“Hydra? So you’re telling me that Pierce, STRIKE and who knows how many other Shield agents that we’ve been working along with for decades are Hydra?!” you try to wrap your head around it, but how can you? You knew they were bad dudes, you just didn’t think they were this bad.

“Yeah…” Natasha says, clear from her face that she’s feeling as betrayed as you do.

“Do you know anything about who killed Fury?” you ask quietly, eyes fixated on your plate. “Did Pierce have anything to do with it?”

“It was the Winter Soldier.” Natasha says, and your eyes snap to hers. 

You weren’t there on her mission in Odessa, but you and Clint were both there for her afterwards and she told you all about it. You tried to stop her from going after him, resisting the urge to say ‘I told you so’ when her search concluded in nothing.

“The Winter Soldier?” Sam echoes. “Who’s that?”

“A Hydra supersoldier.” Steve answers.

“There’s more of you?” Sam asks, a little surprised.

“How do you know he’s a supersoldier?” You ask at the same time, just as surprised. “What does he look like?”

“He’s strong. Too strong.” Steve says, “tall, dark long hair, metal arm-”

"Wait," Sam interrupts, looking as dumbfounded as you're feeling at that last detail, "He has a METAL ARM?!" 

"That's really not the important part here." Steve says, like it was a normal thing to be discussing. 

"Easy for you to say, supersoldier serum." you interject quickly, "A hit with that and we're worse than useless" you say while pointing to yourself and Sam.

Nat is snickering and looking at Sam, probably waiting for him to disagree, but apparently he has as much self-awareness as you do.

"No, she's right." he says "I might be a badass, but I'm certainly not metalproof."

“Exactly.” you nod.

“Ok, we can worry about that later.” Steve dismisses you with an eye roll. You and Sam share a concerned look, but let it go.

“So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?” Nat asks.

“Pierce.” Steve promptly answers.

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world.” you interject.

“But he's not working alone,” Steve says “Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

“So was Jasper Sitwell.” Natasha ends. There’s a moment of silence before Steve asks the next obvious question.

“So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a Shield officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is: you don’t.” Sam says, dropping some files on the table and looking at you, you narrow your eyes on him in suspicion when you meet his gaze while Steve picks up the files.

“What is this?” he asks.

“Call it a resume.” he says cryptically as you move behind Steve to look at the files.

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you?” you ask and he nods as Natasha looks at Steve.

“You didn’t say he was a pararescue.” she says, looking at the photo he was holding.

“Is this Riley?” Steve asks Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam confirms.

“I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?” Natasha asks him now.

“No,” he says, handing Steve another file “these.”

“I thought you said you were a pilot.” Steve says, a little shocked.

“I never said pilot.” Sam smirks.

“I can't ask you to do this, Sam.” Steve reasons “You got out for a good reason.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help.” he says, obviously feeling very proud “There's no better reason to get back in.” you snort at his patriotism and he’s smirking again.

“Where can we get our hand on one of these?” you question him.

“The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall.” he promptly says and you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion again even if you can't help but grin. Why does he even know that?

Steve looks at Natasha who shrugs and then at you and you nod, so he turns back to Sam. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

-

You end up getting paired with Sam so you find yourself sitting with him at a cafe near the stairs Sitwell should be coming down any minute now.

“There he is.” you discreetly tell Sam as you see him walking with Senator Stern and a few bodyguards. You watch them talk and then the senator starts walking away.

“Call him now” you tell Sam. Sitwell says something to his guards and when they walk away he answers the phone.

“Agent Sitwell, how was lunch?” Sam says casually “I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.” you giggle and Sam grins at you. 

You can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but can guess what Sitwell asks when Sam says “The good looking guy in the sunglasses with the pretty girl, your ten o'clock” you roll your eyes at Sam and you see Sitwell turn the wrong way.

“Your other ten o’clock. There you go.” he says when he spots you two. Sam raises his glass at him while you simply wave at Sitwell.

You can see his lips moving while talks and then Sam says, “You're gonna go around the corner, to your right. There's a grey car, two spaces down. The three of us are gonna take a ride.”

He says something else and Sam answers with “Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up.” you smirk as you see him look down at the red spot on his tie and then look around him, clearly panicking.

“Consider him convinced.” you tell Sam as you both make your way to the car and he laughs.

Once you enter the vehicle, Sitwell in the back seat, his eyes almost pop out of his skull when he finally recognizes you.

“Agent YLN?!” he all but yells.

“Sir.” you say sarcastically, saluting him.

-

You get to the building Steve and Nat are in and escort Sitwell to the top of the stairs while Sam suits up.

“All yours, Captain.” you tell him, shoving Sitwell towards him. 

Steve pushes him aggressively through the door to the roof. “Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.”

“Never heard of it.”

“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?” Steve tries.

“I was throwing up, I get seasick.” you try to hide a smirk, you have to give it to him, dude is funny.

Steve keeps pushing him until he’s on the edge of the roof, but Sitwell simply smiles. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers.”

“You’re right. It’s not.” Steve says calmly as he straightens the agent’s suit, then nods toward Natasha. “It’s hers.”

He stands aside and Nat simply kicks Sitwell and he goes down screaming.

“Oh wait, what about that girl from accounting, Laura…?” Natasha trails off, and you think of who she could be talking about.

“Lilian” Steve corrects her “Lip piercing, right?” she nods.

“Oh yeah” you say when you place her “She’s cute” you add, looking at Steve.

“Yeah, I’m not ready for that.” He simply says and you roll your eyes and share a look with Natasha.

You suddenly see Sam flying up towards the roof with his Falcon jet-pack, holding Sitwell and then throwing him on the roof. “That’s cool” you say quietly as you get closer to Sitwell.

He holds his hands up in fear, then starts talking. “Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!”

“What targets?” Steve says.

“You!” He yells “A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future.”

“The Future?” you’re all thinking the same thing “How could it know?” Sitwell simply laughs.

“How could it not? The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it.” You all look at him while frowning in confusion “Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future.”

“And what then?” Steve says, worry all over his face.

“Oh, my God.” Sitwell says, more to himself while looking at the ground “Pierce is gonna kill me.”

“What then?!” you all but yell, your patience running out fast.

“Then the Insight Helicarriers scratch people off the list.” He looks back up at Steve before finishing. “A few million at a time.”

You all look at each other, the same worry written on all your faces. This is definitely not good.

-

You’re all in Sam’s car directed towards the Triskelion while Sitwell’s still freaking out. “HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.”

“Then why don't you try sticking a cork in it.” Sam answers from the driver's seat and you snort in amusement, before trying for the millionth time to get more comfortable.

“Why do I have to sit in the middle?” you almost whine, meeting Steve’s eyes in the rearview mirror and pouting like a child while he glares at your antics.

“Insight's launching in sixteen hours,” Natasha says, leaning into you to look at Steve, completely ignoring your little temper tantrum. “we're cutting it a little bit close here.”

“I know.” Steve says “We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the Helicarriers directly.”

“What?! Are you crazy?” If you thought he was freaking out before. “That is a terrible, terrible idea-”

He gets interrupted by a thud in the roof then a hand breaks through the window on Sitwell’s side and throws him into the next lane where he gets hit by a truck, instantly killing him. 

You have no time to process anything as the person on the roof starts shooting, narrowly missing you and Natasha as you both move to the front of the car, Nat on Steve’s lap and you on Sam’s. 

Steve pulls the brake handle, and the person gets thrown down onto the street.

“That’s a cool move” you say while you see the Winter Soldier slide to a stop with his metal hand and then get up.

“Seriously?” Sam glares at you.

“I’m just saying-” you cut yourself off when you turn to face Sam, seeing an armored truck coming towards you. 

A second later the vehicle that you’re now sure is being used by the STRIKE team smashes into the back of Sam’s car and pushes it, you can feel Sam holding tight onto your waist at the impact and you can see Natasha dropping her gun. 

The Winter Soldier jumps back onto the car and you all look up, Sam pushes the brakes, but a metal hand smashes through the windshield and you let out a high pitch scream as you hold onto Sam tighter, burying your face in his neck to protect your face from the glass as the steering wheel gets pulled out of the car.

You can hear Sam scream “Shit!” then Natasha finally gets a hold of her gun and starts shooting at the roof but the Winter Soldier jumps onto the vehicle behind you that taps the back of your car sending it towards the divider on the road. 

Steve holds on to the car door and yells “Hang On!”

Natasha holds onto him and he grabs Sam while you hold onto Sam as if your life depended on it, which it kind of does, his hold on you just as tight. 

Somehow Steve breaks open the door and you all slide through the street as Sam’s car flies through the air, the truck with the Winter Soldier on top of it going a bit further before stopping.

You and Sam slip from the door and roll on the street while Natasha and Steve stay on it and slip closer to the bad guys.

Before you can comprehend what’s happening you get pulled behind a car by Sam, bullets flying towards you. 

You barely register Natasha hiding behind the car next to you before Sam’s pulling you further away to hide behind another car. Once they stop shooting at you and Sam, you take a minute to catch your breath.

“Thank you” you tell him and he turns your way.

“Anytime” he says, then he chances a look towards the armed guys before turning back to you. “Ready?”

You nod, and as you both discreetly make your way closer to them you silently hand a tactical knife to Sam and then take one out for yourself.

As you get closer you hear the Winter Soldier order the others in Russian to find Steve while he takes care of Nat, then he easily jumps off the bridge onto a car. 

Damn. He may be lethal but it’s impressive what he can do.

The others use ice axes with ropes to rappel down and then start shooting the bus that Steve fell into. 

As the last two agents are about to jump down, you and Sam sneak up behind them. You stab one of them while Sam cuts the gun strap of the other and then kicks him down the bridge. 

You look towards Sam a little shocked but he merely nods and then the both of you bring your attention back to the street below and proceed to help take out the guys shooting at Steve.

“Go, we got this!” Sam yells down when Steve looks up and sees you shooting the guys that are now focused on both of you and not the Captain. So he takes the opportunity to run after the Winter Soldier.

Just as you finish shooting the last guy, you see an explosion coming from the direction Steve just ran to and you share a worried glance with Sam.

“Let’s go.” he says and you don’t need to be told twice.

You follow him to his car where he manages to open the trunk and get his wings then he puts them on before turning back to you and putting his hands on your waist. “You better hold on”

You barely have time to put your arms around his neck and he’s taking flight “I don’t like this!” you yell in his ear and can hear him chuckling.

You get closer to them just in time to see a now maskless Winter Soldier aim his gun at Steve, the idiot frozen for some reason. 

“Let go!” you tell Sam and he does, basically throw your on the supersoldier assassin. Not the best plan, but you get him away from Steve.

When you get up and see the face of the Soldier, your eyes widen in shock as you recognize the soldier from the numerous black and white photos you've seen of the Howling Commandos.

“Sergeant Barnes?” you say, but his face has no recognition of the name.

He stops for merely a second to glance at Steve behind you before bringing his gun up again, but before he can shoot there’s a sound behind you. You duck instinctively and then a car near the sergeant blows up.

You look behind you and see Natasha with Barnes’ gun leaning on a car, Steve’s face as shocked as you feel. When you turn back around where the soldier was, he’s already gone.

The four of you get surrounded pretty quickly, Rumlow’s stupid face coming into view as he screams at Steve to drop the shield and get on his knees, kicking Steve’s leg and then yours as you’re next to him now.

“You made the wrong choice, Agent.” he tells you and you roll your eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, Rumlow.” He presses his gun against your head and almost growls, annoyed that even with a big ass gun pointed at you you’re not even a little bit afraid of him. 

His attention gets taken off of you when he looks up to a news helicopter and then the idiot holding Steve Rogers at gunpoint and says, “Put the gun down. Not here. Not here!” 

Rollins finally puts his gun down and then they take you, Steve, Sam and a bleeding Natasha into custody.

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[manjiroscum]

BEYOND THE COSMOS

Character/s: alien!Kakucho

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, reader is a tease, monsterfucking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, kakucho has 2 big 🍆 + a long tongue, doggy, couch sex, dirty talking, cum eating, blowjob/throat fucking, implied marathon sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: here is the first entry for kinktober, sorry it’s late... this is dedicated to my sweet bby dawn @lalunanymph 💖

❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #1

Summary: Your new neighbor’s dick(s) is out of this world.

WC: 2.8K

Kakucho loves the earth more than most homo sapiens ever could. Compared to the dreary and almost desolate planet he hailed from, the earth was far more interesting and had unique customs that varied wherever he could travel to. Eventually, he was tasked to settle down. And he did, in a quaint house that was minutes away from the park where he normally would jog in the early morning because he learned from an earthling that it is beneficial to their body. Yet, despite acquiring such knowledge, Kakucho could never be a human being nor possess a body that functions the way it would. And this extends to his reproductive parts.

He was never required to have a human mate. No, the only directives he was given upon embarking on this journey were the following: live on earth, explore, study about the species that live on the planet, do not get caught, and go back home if he had gathered enough knowledge. This was his third year on the rocky, terrestrial plant. He may enjoy trying all the food it has to offer, learning the countless languages its habitants speak, and making ‘friends’, but it has been quite a lonely experience for the extraterrestrial. Contrary to the way his human friends think of his kind, or what they like to endearingly call ‘aliens’, Kakucho was not heartless, unemotional nor thought of himself as superior. But due to this stereotype, he found it hard to form long-lasting relationships. He was quite sure he'd stay naive about the way earth dwellers courted one another and how they reproduce… until a certain someone moved into the one-story house next to his.

“Hello! Thought I’d drop by to greet my neighbor,” you cheerily spoke, eyes sparkling under the sunlight that somehow seemed to shine down on your beautiful face. Kakucho was not a stranger to the feeling of love or lust, yet he couldn’t help but curse in his mother tongue under his breath. You were absolutely brimming with life—or charming, as Izana, one of his human friends would simply put it. Raising a brow at the odd language he uttered, you slightly backed up. With a sheepish glance at the attractive man, you weakly laughed. “I-is it a bad time? Do you understand what I just said?”

Kakucho wished he didn’t panic. Clearing his throat, he nodded a bit too vigorously then returned the warm smile you shot him before he felt his own nerves get the best of him. “Y-yeah, of course, I understood. Sorry about that, I was just taken aback. I thought you were here for a different reason—ah, welcome to the neighborhood!” He was sure he sounded lame. According to Izana, humans who were considered lame could never be invited to any special gatherings. He can’t have that, especially when his new neighbor was so pretty that if you ended up hating him, Kakucho doesn’t know how he’ll recover from that.

He might have to move away to get rid of his embarrassment. Or worse, go back to his home planet.

“Ah, it’s alright. And thank you!” The smile on your face returned, which caused relief to sweep over Kakucho. As you introduced yourself and asked for his name, unbeknownst to you, Kakucho was too focused on your lips the entire time. This is good. If he can get you to keep smiling, then maybe he has a chance at—wait a minute, a chance at what exactly? This can’t be what Izana has been laughing at whenever the topic is on the table, right? About love at first sight… Just as Kakucho was formulating his thoughts together and figuring out why he was acting this way, you bid him farewell. Again, he couldn’t help but curse and yet, thank the cosmos for sending such an exquisite human his way after years of merely dipping his toes in the water out of fear of being discovered.

Shit, does he like you?

Most earth dwellers may have a fascination for aliens such as him, however, Kakucho knew better than to outright reveal himself. He has seen those alien movies and he wasn’t impressed. But fuck, how difficult it is to keep pretending that the cat that occasionally visits your house is afraid of him or that the television isn’t working because of the faulty satellite dish and not because of his nature. He can’t also explain why he is so great at crane games just because he could see through the machine’s rigged system. There came a time Kakucho knew you were so close to finding out he was lying about knowing why you were feeling hot and bothered by the confused expression you wore. Perhaps you catching a cold wasn’t the right answer.

“Don’t ‘ya feel hot and bothered whenever you see me, Kakucho?”

Kakucho tries to avoid the chances of you interrogating him. Not that he had any qualms answering questions which he already had a planned response to—like how he got his scar, where he lived, and why he decided to run a small business. Those replies were already given to him by his superiors. An identity he had to embody. He just wished his boss had also prepared responses to whatever inquiries you may throw and ones that seem believable. Kakucho can’t outright say his favorite species was another alien race in the galaxy or that his favorite food to eat was something out of this world.

There were even times he feared his cover would get blown at any day you invite him to your home. He didn’t know what to say when you questioned him if you can walk around naked in your own house. He supposed it was fine. The videos he often sees Izana watching in secret were humans with no clothing on. The giggle you made sent shivers down his spine in fright, scared he answered wrongly, swaying your hips as you walked towards him.

“Kaku, are you sure you want to see me with no clothes on?”

You really got him on edge every time he came over. Despite this, Kakucho didn’t have the heart to get angry or refuse you. He may be breaking the one directive of not getting caught by just spending time with you whenever he can yet he can’t stop.

Fuck, he can’t stop seeing you and basically dancing to your every whim. Kakucho was like a moth attracted to a dangerous blaze. This was bad and he was down horrendously for you. The only thing that was stopping him from confessing that you awakened his primal need to have a mate was his true form. You might run off in terror and that alone will kill him inside. Such uneasiness was raised to uncountable numbers on one fine evening when you pushed him down on the couch, a killer smirk on your lips. The speechless extraterrestrial nearly passed out at the sight of you sitting on his lap and leaning down to kiss his cheek.

Holy shit.

“Kaku, tell me honestly…” you whispered against his cold ear, sensually running your free hand up his cool chiseled chest that the polo shirt couldn’t hide. Kakucho was on high alert, unable to relax his nerves that were all over the place. And yet, he was also hypnotized by the sound of your voice right next to his ear and the warmth of your body. Simply put, he was in a compromising situation. “I know you’re keeping something from me. Not only are you strange, but your body temperature isn’t common—it’s like I’m friends with a dead guy, ‘ya know?” Failing to answer, Kakucho remained silent which prompted you to continue. “Kaku, you and I had our fun times… You can tell me anything. Other than being my neighbor, I’ve considered you as a friend—maybe even more.” At that fact, Kakucho’s mood suddenly picked up. He then stared at you, those mismatched irises you’ve come to love filled with surprise. Kakucho was about to say something along the lines that yes, to some degree he felt the same, when you cut him off with a kiss, one that was brimming with longing. Tongues danced to the tune of ecstasy that Kakucho could feel his dicks twitch and turn hard. His nostrils are able to smell your arousal.

You almost screamed out of pure joy. For months, your mind has been at its wit’s end trying to figure out if Kakucho likes you or if he was just leading you on. Despite his strange actions, you greatly fell for the man and wished he would pay attention to you. It wasn't every day you get to have a hot neighbor and one so cute, too. All your worries left the building the second he was kissing you back, tossing his inhibitions and you did the same. The tension along with the pent-up lust released and found solace with every touch and kiss. Yet, Kakucho had to know. He had to ask you if you were okay with this—loving an alien who had been lying about his existence the whole time… He wished you wouldn't freak out or run. Or perhaps, both.

How will he tell you the truth without doing that?

“Kaku, what's wrong?” you questioned as he pulled away, brows furrowed in deep thought that it scared you. Maybe you were just assuming the whole time and were disgusted by you. Eyes turning glassy, you stayed silent as you waited for any rejection or command to get away from him. What happened was the total opposite of what you imagined. Instead of any form of harsh treatment, Kakucho got up from the couch and started to undress. The heat from in between your thighs traveled up to your face at the mere action. Glorious it was to see his chest and the muscles there flexing as he got rid of his shirt, glistening slightly with sweat. His scent made your knees weak. You were so mesmerized by the little 'show' that you didn't pay any attention to him removing his pants along with his boxers to reveal not just one oddly shaped hard cock that slapped against his toned stomach—there were two.

T-two?

“Sorry, I… wasn't sure how I was gonna tell you this. That I’m… not actually human.” Kakucho swore you froze up for a moment at the confession. He supposed it was a very valid and much-anticipated reaction. Anyone would be too stunned to speak, especially since aliens were ‘nonexistent’ to any realists. Hands gripping his polo, Kakucho waited for your comment, violent reactions—anything that will indicate you finally took in the reality in front of you.

If things do go south real fast, then he will have no choice but to…

“Is… Are these real?” you whispered, catching his attention immediately. His eyes went wide upon seeing you reach out to touch his stiff cocks that were oozing with what seemed to be precum. Kakucho let out a hiss once you wrapped your hand around one, thumb rubbing the tip teasingly. His unattended cock bobbed as the other started leaking more precum once your tongue made contact with the leaky tip. What a vulgar sight it is. Back on Kakucho’s planet, no one would dare to lick or touch it. “Huh, they’re very… sensitive. It makes total sense now. The cold temperature of your body, your lack of knowledge on certain things… But it’s alright. You’re still such a cutie and I like you.”

To see you down on your knees, sucking on what you can, it was no wonder Kakucho wanted to cum right there and then. His breaths were shaky, hands coming down to fist your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk proudly at the feat you just earned. It is already a big deal to suck and have sex with an alien—a handsome one who has two big dicks—yet to have him moan like a virgin was something else.

What a reward this is.

“Lemme—shit, can I take the lead?” Your foreign lover questioned softly, his hand tucking back the stray hairs that hid your face from him. “Don’t want you to—ah, fuck… Don’t wanna tire you.” Of course, how could you say no to his offer? Your addled mind was consumed by lust as your eyes rolled back once the tip hit the back of your throat. Kakucho tested the waters first, slowly thrusting his hips until he settled on a brutal pace that should have bruised your pharynx. Your muffled moans and whines filled the living room along with his ragged breaths. It wasn’t soon before he was spilling his thick globs of semen straight down your esophagus. His loud groan was almost deafening. His other cock came untouched, spurting all over your fucked out expression as you gagged around him. The milky substance ran down your lashes and chin. What set his mind on fire was the possibility of you taking his two dicks successfully in your mouth, but that can wait. You can wait.

Kakucho was bewitched by the sensation and your obscene state. Jaw unhinged and cheeks warm, you slowly swallowed the remaining cum in your mouth then presented your now empty mouth. Flesh ignited by it, Kakucho pulled you up to kiss you squarely on the lips, tasting you and himself. Moaning into the kiss, you maneuvered him around and pushed him once again onto the couch. You wasted no time straddling him, grinding your clothed pussy on his erect cocks, desperate for friction down there. After a couple of kisses and his hands tearing your clothes apart to caress more of your burning flesh, you were now in the nude and pressing his face into your breasts.

“Suck on my tits, please,” you whined. Kakucho instantly agreed and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples. He supposed it was no use hiding his other ‘otherworldly’ features from you, letting the true length of his tongue slip out and lick around your tit. Your eyes went wide and suddenly chuckled, fingers weaving through his midnight-blue hair. “Fuck, wanna have that tongue down my throat—mhm…” Your mouth felt full, the muscle leaving no place untouched. Every nook and cranny. Drenched with your juices, you parted your wet folds for his eager eyes to behold. “Fuck me, Kaku. Wanna feel that cock of yours inside. Pump me full of your cum, please. Pump me so full like a slut—your slut.”

Whether he had hesitations or not, your alien lover was quick to nod his head and got up. You bent over the couch, hissing as Kakucho slid his long and girthy cock that easily parted your damp cunt. “R-rub my clit, love. Ah…” Your jaw fell slack at the feeling of his fingers drawing circles on your clit as his cock entered, close to losing the strength of your legs. He grunted at how tight and warm you were inside. He could stay inside of you forever and just keep pumping you with his seed. Maybe getting you swollen with his children will be a breakthrough for his expedition and be beneficial to his superiors. Those ideas of his soon faded away into the back of his mind as his hips went with a rapid pace. Your cries for more and for him to fuck you and talk dirty echoed around the house. The salacious noises of skin against skin and his other cock slapping on your ass was a far better visual and auditory experience than those lifeless videos Izana watched. So much better.

“T-tell me, Kaku—ah, ah—do you like my pussy? S-say you do!”

Kakucho groaned.

“P-please, tell me!”

“Yeah—fucking hell, I love it.”

“Good, good… Ah, tell me, do you wanna cum inside me? Gonna knock me up?” Endless curses then poured from your tongue at the image. “Gonna give me children? Gonna make me look pregnant as you fill me up?”

Kakucho echoed your words as best as he can. His left hand cupped one of your tits while the other continued to rub your clit. Your nails dug into the couch’s headrest at the delicious and mind-blowing fuck of your life. Head bobbing and tits bouncing with every hard smack of his hips, you unknowingly came and whined helplessly. Kakucho then followed with a grunt, pumping your cunt with hot strings of cum. If he weren’t holding you, your face would have met the couch. Out of breath, you waited for your spasming to calm down. Kakucho’s mind was in a slight daze. And yet, his other cock was still painfully hard and just waiting to shoot out semen. Before you could even gather your thoughts and ask for him to fuck you again, he was quick to slip his other cock into your abused pussy again. This was going to be a long night, but you didn’t care at all, stupidly smiling as Kakucho began to speed up again, eager to make your wishes come true.

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[starlitmark]

Summary: You work at an alien intelligence subset of the government. You were asking to get abducted… you’re just getting an in-depth look at extraterrestrial life. Pairing: Alien!Keven x fem human!reader Tropes: supernatural au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: aliens, nonhuman Kevin Smut Warnings: fingering but with a tentacle, clitoral stimulation, breast play Word Count: 1,605 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ E.T. by Katy Perry

“There’s no way we just made contact…” Your coworker gasps.

You snap your head around, “We what?”

“We made contact! That UFO we spotted out by Saturn, we made contact!”

He starts scrambling around the room to scribble down wherever he can and runs out the door. He doesn’t even tell you where he’s going. You can only assume that he’s going to find your superiors to report the finding. You’re left with no answers as your coworker makes a mad dash for the door. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you walk towards the monitor that he had left open. The screen shows a rather blurry photo of the ship. From what you can tell, it’s enormous. Almost as if it could house an entire community. Just as you go to pull up the transmission you got from the ship. A bright beam of light blue surrounds you. Your heart rate spikes out of fear. You don’t know what’s happening or why. One moment, you’re standing in the lab, then next, you’re standing in what seems to be a command center. You stand out like a sore thumb in the space. Your messy bun, with safety goggles on the top of your head, your stark white lab coat, and blue gloves stand out in the dark space.

“Welcome to space,” a voice calls, “We’re orbiting Saturn right now. Of course, you already knew that.”

“Who are you?” You question. 

The creature turns around. His upper half looks human-esque. His hair is split horizontally. The top half of it is a stark white color, and the underneath is entirely the opposite. The color is so dark it nearly rivals the void outside the ship. His eyes are a golden color you’ve never seen before. It’s almost as if the color swirls around his wide pupils. As your eyes take in his form fully, you notice that his lower half is tentacles. It almost reminds you of the half-human, half-sea creature beings that you were told about in fairytales as a child. He stalks closer to you. The tentacles move as if they’re human legs but also move like an octopus’s tentacles as well. He doesn't have suction cups like a sea creature typically has, but you’re still fascinated by the deep purple appendages. 

He stops not but a foot from you. One of his tentacles barely touches your boot as he analyzes you. You feel small under his gaze, but you still love every moment of the feeling. It takes everything in you not to reach out and figure out exactly what he’s like. Your mind’s scientific nature begs you to analyze him just the way he’s analyzing you. Before you can reach out to get a feel of his physical form, he reaches out to touch you first. His hand is the same as a human's. His hand comes up under your chin, tipping your chin up. He has his chin tilted up, looking down his nose at you. Turning your head side to side, he lets out a slight hum.

“Maybe I should be asking you that.” He says, “Your lab is the one who sent us a transmission first.”

You let out a shaky breath, “It wasn’t me specifically.” 

“Still your lab, no?”

“Yes.”

He hums again, “You would never be able to pronounce my name. How about I find a human name for you to call me.”

“Which would be?”

The alien drops his hand from your chin. He moves and crosses his arms across his body as he thinks. He looks around the otherwise empty space. His golden eyes glow under the lights of the room. 

“How about Kevin?” He finally says.

You try to stifle a giggle, “Of all human names you could’ve chosen, you chose Kevin?” A snarl-like sound escapes his throat, “Is there an issue with that?”

A fire burns beneath his eyes as he questions you. You feel a shiver run through your body and center in your core.

“Nothing’s funny! I like it. I was just shocked you chose that over a more unique one!”

Kevin smirked, “You want to analyze my species so badly. Why don’t we both get a nice close encounter with each other, hmm?”

All you can do is nod and let him walk around you. You assume he wants you to follow, so you do. You take in your surroundings. The ship is nearly entirely composed of dark silver metal. There are bright white strips of light that follow down the pathway. You can’t be sure if they’re lights like at home or if there is some sort of other technology humans have yet to discover.

Kevin guides you further down this seemingly never-ending hall until you stop in front of what seems to be just part of the wall. The alien knocks a unique pattern, and a doorknob appears. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head with the notion of his species’ technological advances. Humans could never come close to what they’ve accomplished already. Pushing the door open, Keven gestures for you to step inside before him. Once you’re inside the room, Kevin pulls the door shut again. You watch as the door disappears and becomes nothing more than the wall again. Taking in this new environment, you notice it’s similar to a bedroom you’d see on Earth. It feels like a safe space for someone to relax and be themselves. There’s some sort of digital pad with a three-dimensional hologram half-drawn floating above it. Kevin moves toward it and taps a few things before the device goes black and sinks into a space on the surface.

“On the bed.” He states, “I want a close look at what you human women look like.”

You turn to locate the bed before sitting down on it, “Most women aren’t in my career field, and I’m not exactly dressed how I’d wish to be for this kind of encounter.”

He nods, “You humans put such a president on appearance… it’s a shame.”

“Well, humans are naturally drawn toward pretty things. Pretty is subjective.” 

Kevin nods again and undoes his outfit, letting it fall away from his body. You just mentioned that humans are naturally drawn to aesthetics. Now, you couldn’t be more right. Kevin’s human-like upper half is well-sculpted. He’s toned but not too bulky in any way. He’s like a walking wet dream. You subtly rub your thighs together, hoping Kevin doesn’t notice. His golden eyes immediately dart to the movement, though.

“Do humans get pleasure from that? Rubbing the upper portions of their legs together?”

“Not well, but, um, it does help a little sometimes.”

“Is it helping now?” The alien questions further.

You shake your head, “Not at all.”

Kevin’s golden eyes swirl with some unknown green flecks. He stares at you for a few moments. Then, your body feels bare. Not a single bit of clothing is on your body. You look around the room, and the clothing is nowhere to be seen. Kevin steps closer and notices the sheen of arousal coating your lower lips. Your eyes are blown wide with desperation as you notice his tentacles shifting as he calculates his next move.

“Is this how humans show their arousal? Do all humans’ genitalia grow wet? Is it always this wet? And these,” he brings a tentacle to toy with your nipple, causing you to moan, “These feed your young. Why are they erect?”

“C-can’t I answer your questions later? I need something inside me!”

Kevin brings another dark purple tentacle to wrap around your thigh and push it so that your cunt is exposed to him properly. Another moves to gently rub along the edge of your entrance. His eyes are fixated on your wet core. The appendage pushes into you, and you let out a loud moan. You deduce that he must have some sort of telepathic knowledge of what you want next, or it’s simple curiosity, but he starts thrusting the tentacle into you while a third, much smaller one, fixates on your clit. The first one continues to play with your chest. The entire experience is too much to process at once.

You fall back against the bed and spread your legs further apart as he starts to thrust the tentacle into you harder and faster. The smaller one focused on your clit starts to rub the bud quicker and harder as well. Just as you go to warn him of your impending orgasm, it shocks its way through your system. You shake and convulse on the bed as he continues to toy with your body. His eyes are full of perverted fascination as you moan nonsense in any language known to either of you. 

When you pant, catching your breath, as you come down from your high, Kevin pulls his tentacles off of your body and comes closer to your sensitive core. His breath puffs against your wet folds, making you both desperate for more, and you hope he lets you have a small break to recuperate.

“I’ve done some research on you humans.” He starts, “What I found was that nearly 60% of females don’t find true pleasure in these activities. Even more, don’t react the way your body just did. Did I do something special, or are you one of the rare females that can react this way?”

You gasp when he runs his finger through some of your arousal, “You definitely worked some magic with those tentacles.”

“Wanna see what else these tentacles can do?” He asks with a suggestive lilt, “You haven’t finished your close encounter yet?”

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THE TWO CUPS IN A BALCONY

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This might be someone who doesn’t want to be honest and open. They don’t prize communication, but would rather run from the truth.Most of the time they are cool, calm and unemotional.Someone who is clever and acutely aware to their current situation.They know how to control their lives and quite determined for their short term goals.In terms of communication they know when to speak and right words to use to make it easy maybe they like hosting party?,they are responsible and down to earth person,hardworking person and very commited to their jobs or studies,they can be very organized and likes to spend there time in library who loves to read books and interesting articles online.a pet and nature lover,may be they own a pet and likes to plant.They appreciate the beauty of our nature and enjoy simple walks in parks or hiking,also loves food and going to picking fruits in summer/spring or autumn,they found it enjoyable.if this a woman they very conservative into their clothes maybe because of their beliefs/culture,you probably don't them showing there skin alot or wearing trendy clothes but likes to buy good quality clothes that will last longer.Also they think about what decisions she will make and don't like to be quick,they will rather spend time weighting the pros and cons.they move very slowly but very patient they make sure that everything is perfect cause they always like it to be perfect , a perfectionist.

THEIR PROFESSION :

| Horse Ferrier | Potter | Horse Trainer | Assistant | Cashier | Bank Teller | Entry level job | Nature Guide | Park Ranger | Librarian| Veterinarian| Waiter | Chauffeur | Driver | Warrior | Soldier | Airline Pilot | Aeronautical | Extraterrestrial | Policeman | Security | Health Inspector | Equestrian | Chemist | Mathematician | Cook | Nutritionist | Diplomat | Peace Corps | Humanitarian | Carnie | Spy | Swindler | Street Urchin | Military, especially Turkish or North African | Banker Any profession that involves going at it solo | Magician | Sorcerer | Investigator | Private Investigator |

WHERE THEY LIVE :

Kazakhstan, Kyrgyz Republic, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan , Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, India, Iran, Maldives, Nepal, Pakistan, Sri Lanka , Scandinavia , Paraguay , New Zealand , Portuguese , Argentina, Bolivi, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Ecuador, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, the Dominican Republic and Uruguay [ SOUTH EAST AND EAST ASIA ]

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A CAT UNDER THE SHADY CLOUDS

⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜ ︵ ୨୧︵ ⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜

This person is someone calm, non-confrontational, and placid. They have learned to get along with almost anyone and make great partners and friends,only few things upset them.In any problems they work towards a peaceful resolution that will benefit everyone,this people simple life and avoid busy places and crowds,they need quiet and peace to think better their thoughs also tends to seeks relief from very tiring day they really love day offs and breaks from daily life. they make choices from their heart and puts effort on how they appear maybe they like fashion because they care how you/other people think about them and their appearance and image Whenever this people in a relationship they put effort for being witty and appealing,often wants to feel the relationship is whole,they have balanced approach in life or to people that surround them.They naturally an excellent communicator and mediators who brings best into other lives.They can be over confident and may brag their abilities to others,they love attention and often expect everyone to gave them recognition (can have narcissistic traits) when people are not affected by their charms they feels something is wrong with them.

THEIR PROFESSION :

| Healer |Massage therapy | Artist | Dancer | Counselor | Social Worker | Psychologist | Helper | Doctor | Sculptor | Photographer | Chemist | Perfumer | Cosmetics | Esthetician | Soldier | Mortician | Priest | Funeral Director | Meditation Specialist | Yoga Teacher | ICU nurse | Hospice worker | Doctor | Holistic healer | Christian Scientist | Writing | Public Relations | Solider | Movie Star | Stage Hand |

WHERE THEY LIVE :

Honduras,Saint Barthélemy,Antigua and Barbuda,Dominica,Nicaragua,Cayman Islands,El Salvador,Bermuda,Saint Pierre and Miquelon,Greenland,Saint Kitts and Nevis,Costa Rica,Montserrat,Panama,Sint Maarten,Guadeloupe,Belize,Bahamas,Turks and Caicos Islands,Saint Martin,Canada,Martinique,U.S.A.,British Virgin Islands,Jamaica,Barbados,Puerto Rico,Caribbean Netherlands,Saint Lucia,Guatemala,Curaçao,Anguilla,Trinidad and Tobago,Mexico,Haiti,Cuba,Grenada,Saint Vincent and the Grenadines,Dominican Republic,Aruba,United States Virgin Islands,Bahrain, Cyprus, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Israel, Jordan, Kuwait, Lebanon, Oman, Palestine, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, the Syrian Arab Republic, Turkey, the United Arab Emirates and Yemen,New Zealand, Australia, France, Norway, the United Kingdom, Chile, and Argentina [ EUROPE ]

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SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM THE CROWDS

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This is someone with a gentle nature being both generous and abundant,might be introvert or they just love their home and loves gardening,they enjoy spending time in decorating , cooking , and gardening.Often do well in their chosen field and people that who knows or surrounds them loves to pay a visit into their house also they love to entertain other people and has big heart.They desire for success and will do anything just to achieve it, no matter what challenges they ben through they sees life as passion and inspiration .Always has new or fresh ideas and they don't hesitate at moving forward ,they are strong and have the ability to succed the all odds,confident and accomplised people.They geniunely love their family and loves kids ,they are nurturing and often makes a good parent in future or now?.This person is very grateful ay anything they have whether it's material or not indeedreally loves their family and family means alot for them (maybe a family oriented).for other who choose this pile they will might get a wealthy spouse or a spouse coming from well stablish or wealthy family or will get wealthy after marriage.They good at working an might reaping their awards and share it with less fortunate people.

THEIR PROFESSION :

| Healer |Massage therapy | Artist | Dancer | Counselor | Social Worker | Psychologist | Helper | Doctor | Sculptor | Photographer | Chemist | Perfumer | Cosmetics | Esthetician | Soldier | Mortician | Priest | Funeral Director | Meditation Specialist | Yoga Teacher | ICU nurse | Hospice worker | Doctor | Holistic healer | Christian Scientist | Writing | Public Relations | Solider | Movie Star | Stage Hand |

WHERE THEY LIVE :

COUNTRIES IN AFRICA , FIJI , PAPUA NEW GUINEA , SOLOMON ISLANDS , MARSHALL ISLANDS , MICRONESEA , NEW ZEALAND , VANUATA , AUSTRALIA , SAMOA , PALAU , KIRIBATI , TUVALU , NAURU , TONGA , UNITED KINGDOM , IRELAND , SCOTLAND , ANTARTICA , VICTORIA(SOUTHEASTERN AUSTRALIA)

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❝extraterrestrial being❞

✭ pairing : various x reader

✭ fandom : my hero academia x reader

✭ summary : "Extraterrestrial Being" is a thrilling fictional science fanfiction that takes place on the first day of training at UA, an elite academy for aspiring heroes. This action-packed story follows a group of determined students as they encounter an extraordinary event that turns their world upside down. As the students gather for their first training lesson, an unexpected incident occurs: a spaceship crashes right in the middle of the training ground, creating chaos and excitement among the students and their instructors. The crash is unlike anything they've ever witnessed before, and the suspense builds as they wonder what lies beyond the wreckage. To their amazement, out steps an alien female, an extraterrestrial being unlike anything they've encountered. With her strange appearance and advanced technology, the alien quickly captures the attention and curiosity of the students. As they attempt to communicate with her, they realize they must put their training to the test and work together to understand her intentions and prevent any potential danger.

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✭ chapter two

✭ extraterrestrial being masterlist

Aizawa’s eyes lingered on Midoriya for a minute before looking away. So far the teen was doing bad in the tests, ‘If he continues on like this, he's going to get last place and I'm going to have to expel him. So far, from what I know about his quirk, instead of him saving people, he's going to have to be saved after one punch or one kick. He would just be a hindrance to the people around him if he was in a real fight,’ he thought to himself.

Some where on the training grounds the students talked amongst themselves. 

"It doesn't look good for Midoriya if he continues like this."

"Huh? Of course not. He's a quirkless small fry, you know," Bakugou says from his spot next to lida, arms crossed over his chest.

"Quirkless?! Are you not aware of what he did in the entrance exam?" lida asked.

"Huh?" Bakugou asked, confused.

“Midoriya you’re up. And move quickly, we don’t got all day.” Aizawa says.

“Yes sir!”

As Midoriya then gets ready to throw the ball he begins to activate his quirk, and as he throws it, it only goes 46 meters.

“Huh…I could’ve sworn I had it activated,” he mumbles to himself.

"I erased your quirk. That entrance exam was definitely not rational enough. Even a kid like you was accepted," Aizawa says with his scarf floating in the air, his eyes red, and his hair standing on end. Midoriya then seems to realizes who he was and starts to mumble to himself about Aizawa's quirk which can erase a person's quirk and that he was an underground hero which is why nobody knew about him.

"From what I can tell, you can't control your quirk, can you? Do you intend to become incapacitated again and have someone save you?" Aizawa asked.

"Th-That's not my intention--," Midoriya stammered until Aizawa's scarf gets wrapped around him and pulls Midoriya closer to him.

"Whatever your intention, I'm saying that's what those around you will be forced to do. In the past, there was an oppressively passionate hero who saved over a thousand people by himself and created a legend. Even if you have the same reckless valor, you'll just be decked and turn into a useless doll after saving one person. Midoriya Izuku, with your power, you can't become a hero," Aizawa finishes his statement as he releases his bindings from Midoriya.

"I've returned you quirk. You have two turns for the ball throw. Hurry up and get it over with," he said while leaving the circle with a dejected Midoriya in the middle of it.

"Sensei, there's something in the sky!"  exclaimed Eijiro Kirishima, pointing above.

Aizawa turned his attention towards the disturbance, his expression shifting from stern to curious. The students followed suit, their eyes scanning the sky for any signs of trouble. And then, they saw it - a streak of light, growing brighter and closer with each passing second.

Panic rippled through the ranks of the students as they realized that what they were witnessing was no ordinary celestial phenomenon. The comet-like object hurtled towards the earth, its trajectory leading it straight towards the training grounds.

Aizawa quickly regained control of the situation. "Everyone, back to class! Now!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.

But it was too late. The students, frozen in awe and fear, could only watch as the comet descended, getting closer and closer with each passing moment. Dust began to swirl around them, obscuring their vision and adding to the growing sense of unease.

As the comet crashed into the training grounds, a deafening roar filled the air. The impact sent shockwaves through the surrounding area, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Dust and debris flew in every direction, reducing visibility to mere inches.

Aizawa quickly activated his Quirk, erasing the dust clinging to his eyes, and scanned the area for his students. Through the haze, he spotted them, coughing and spluttering, but otherwise unharmed.

"Is everyone alright?" he shouted, his voice strained.

A chorus of affirmative replies echoed back to him, their voices laced with a mix of relief and confusion. The students slowly gathered themselves, brushing off the dust and helping their classmates to their feet.

As the dust began to settle, the true extent of the damage came into view. The training grounds were littered with the remnants of the fallen comet, its impact leaving a massive crater in its wake. A sense of awe washed over the students as they marveled at the spectacle before them.

Aizawa directed their attention away from the wreckage. "Alright, everyone," he said, his voice steady once more. "I need to assess the situation and ensure the safety of our surroundings. Head back to class now, I need to report this incident to the school."

Principal Nezu, carried in the arms of All Might, made a grand entrance, interrupting the intense atmosphere.

"I AM HERE!" All Might proclaimed, his voice booming across the training grounds.

Principal Nezu cleared his throat, prompting All Might to correct himself. "What I meant to say is, WE ARE HERE!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

The students couldn't help but smile at All Might's charismatic presence, but their attention quickly shifted to Principal Nezu, awaiting his usual catchphrase. "That's right. It's me, Nezu, the one who could be a dog or a mouse or a bear, but more importantly... I'm the principal!" he declared, his voice as authoritative as ever.

Other hero teachers had also gathered on the training grounds, assessing the situation alongside Aizawa and his class. They exchanged worried glances, their focus now drawn to the glowing comet that had crashed before them.

Just as they began discussing their next course of action, Hanta Sero's voice cut through the air. "Uh, guys, the comet's glowing!" he exclaimed, pointing towards the cracked surface.

All eyes turned towards the comet, anticipation filling the air. The cracked exterior slowly gave way, revealing a figure within. The students held their breath as the sight before them unfolded.

Standing before them was a teenage girl, radiating an otherworldly beauty. She possessed vibrant orange skin, large green eyes with light-green scleras, and small rounded eyebrows. Her straight, fiery-red hair cascaded down to her waist, shining brightly in the sunlight. She was a mesmerizing sight to behold.

Unable to contain his excitement, Minoru Mineta blurted out, "Cool, an alien babe!" His drooling expression earned him a sharp glance from Aizawa, who stepped in front of his students, his Quirk activated and ready for action.

“Who are you?!” Aizawa shouts arms ready by his side for combat if the situation called for it, “Why have you broken into UA? That makes you a villain, your intentions are unclear to me though, so tell me. Why are you here?!”

The female tilted her head towards the side before replying in an unfamiliar language.

”Principal Nezu, do you understand what she’s saying?” All Might whispers to the small animal still in his hold.

”No, quite frankly I don’t. Despite all my years of living I have never heard that language before.” Nezu replies 

Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he observed the girl, her language unfamiliar to his trained ears. He prepared to defend his class, anticipating a potential threat. However, to his surprise, the girl's actions were far from hostile.

Her eyes looked around for a couple of seconds before landing on the green haired male. With a smile she begin her stride towards the male.

As the girl descended towards Izuku, Aizawa positioned himself between them, ready to intervene. But before he could react, the girl leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss upon his lips. Aizawa froze, his mind momentarily stunned by the unexpected gesture.

When she pulled away, the girl smiled warmly and spoke in broken English, "Greetings, human. I come in peace!"

The students and teachers exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected turn of events. Aizawa, his stern expression softening, finally found his voice. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

But the girl continued to speak in her native language, leaving everyone present unable to understand her words. She surveyed her surroundings, as she spoke in an excited tone, her words unfamiliar to the humans that lingered in her presence.

The question still fresh on their minds, just who was this girl?

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Explain the basic: the various entitis

Disclaimer: In this chapter, you are going to learn how to work with entitis and how to detect vampire entitis! Everything I will talk about is information that I got from books and sites online and even videos on YouTube. In my years of practice, I learned as much as I could out of curiosity and what works best for me. I suggest you do the same by learning as much as you can on your own (I will be here making posts teaching this kind of stuff) from multiple sources.

As always, I will love to hear your thoughts! and if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them! If you liked it, leave a comment or reblog (that is always appreciated!). If you are interested in more methods, check the masterlist!

working with entitis might be fun! But let's learn about it first!

let's actualy start with a simple question...

what is an entity?

the term "entity" is used to denote something that has a distinct existence or identity, whether that's in the physical world, the realm of ideas, or the sphere of the supernatural. An entity, in a general sense, refers to something that exists and can be perceived or conceptualized as having its own distinct identity or essence. It's a term used across various fields, including philosophy, metaphysics, and the paranormal, to describe a wide range of phenomena. we are going to talk about the paranormal side of it, because we are still talking about witchcraft.

These entities are often encountered in paranormal investigations, spiritual practices, and accounts of supernatural phenomena. Here are some general knowledge:

Types of Entities: Entities encountered in paranormal experiences can vary widely in nature and characteristics. They may include ghosts, spirits of deceased individuals, demons, angels, elemental beings, extraterrestrial entities, and other supernatural beings.

Manifestations: Entities are often reported to manifest in various ways, including as apparitions, shadows, orbs, voices, sensations of presence, and disruptions in electronic devices. Some entities may also be perceived through psychic senses or during altered states of consciousness.

Interactions: Interactions with entities can range from benign to malevolent. Some entities are believed to be harmless or even benevolent guides or guardians, while others may be hostile or disruptive forces that cause fear, discomfort, or harm to individuals or environments.

Hauntings: Hauntings are situations where entities are believed to be present in a particular location, often repeating certain actions or behaviors. Haunted houses, buildings, and other sites are commonly associated with reports of paranormal activity attributed to lingering entities.

Possession and Attachment: In cases of possession or attachment, individuals may report being influenced or controlled by an external entity, leading to changes in behavior, personality, or physical well-being. Exorcism rituals and spiritual interventions are often employed to address such situations.

Investigation and Research: Paranormal investigators and researchers often use various methods and technologies to detect, document, and study entities and their manifestations. This can include techniques such as EVP (electronic voice phenomena) recordings, EMF (electromagnetic field) measurements, and psychic or mediumistic communication.

Belief Systems: Beliefs about entities and their nature vary widely across different cultures, religions, and spiritual traditions. Some view entities as manifestations of the deceased or spiritual energies, while others interpret them as interdimensional beings or aspects of the human psyche.

Debates and Skepticism: The existence and nature of entities are topics of ongoing debate and skepticism within the scientific and skeptical communities. While some researchers seek to investigate and understand paranormal phenomena using empirical methods, others remain skeptical of supernatural explanations and attribute reported experiences to psychological, environmental, or other natural factors.

What are the different entities we can work with?

In witchcraft, deities are not the only entities we can work with.  There are multiple types of entities you can end up working with in your journey as a witch:

Spirits: This category includes a wide range of non-physical entities, such as ghosts, nature spirits, ancestral spirits, and spirit guides.

Deities: Gods, goddesses, and other divine beings from various mythologies and pantheons may be invoked or worked with in witchcraft rituals.

Elementals: These are spirits or beings associated with the classical elements of earth, air, fire, and water, representing the forces of nature.

Familiars: Familiars are often depicted as animal companions or spirits that have a special bond with the witch and assist them in their magical workings.

Angels: Some witches may work with angels for guidance, protection, and spiritual assistance.

Demons: In certain traditions, witches may work with or summon demons for various purposes, such as acquiring knowledge, power, or material wealth.

Ancestors: Ancestral spirits, or the spirits of deceased family members, may be honored, invoked, or consulted for guidance and protection.

Plants and Plant Spirits: Witches may work with the spirits of plants and herbs for healing, divination, and magical purposes.

Animals and Animal Spirits: Animal spirits or totems may be invoked or called upon for guidance, protection, and magical empowerment.

Fairies and Other Folklore Beings: Folklore creatures such as fairies, elves, dwarves, and other mythical beings may play a role in certain witchcraft traditions.

Planetary and Celestial Energies: Witches may work with the energies of planets, stars, and celestial bodies for astrological magic and divination.

Sacred Symbols and Archetypes: Symbols, sigils, and archetypal energies may be used in witchcraft rituals to tap into specific aspects of consciousness and the collective unconscious.

The Shadow Self: Some witches work with the shadow self, exploring and integrating unconscious aspects of their psyche for personal growth and empowerment.

Guardian Spirits: These are spirits or entities that serve as protectors and guides for the witch on their spiritual journey.

warnings!

In your journey as a witch, you may come across some types of entities that are known, to my knowledge, as "energy vampires" or simply "vampires."  Those kinds of entities will manipulate you into believing that they are another more powerful entity to take your energy. You can easily identify these entities by the fact that you will start to feel very tired, they will keep asking to transgress your boundaries, they will flatter you, and they will use your weak spot to get energy. That's why protecting is most important when doing everything, because those entities are attracted by unshielded energy and they are little fuckers.  An entity that wants to help you and work with you will not act like this. 

general rules when working with entitis:

Don't disrespect the entitis. It may seem like a stupid rule, but it is the biggest one.

Set clear intentions and ask questions. be clear what you want from the entities and ask what they want from you!

set clear boundaries.

Trust your gut! If you feel something is wrong with the "entity" you are working with, you are right!

Don't force an entity to work with you.

Cleanse and protect yourself monthly and daily.

Learn about the entities before you even try to make contact with them or work with them.

If you are unsure, seek guidance and support from others.

Ground yourself before and after talking with an entity.

An entity will not fall in love with you, will not cuddle you, will not want you for themselves, and will not stop you from working with other entities.

An entity can be your friend; as long as the respect does not go away and the dynamic of working together is not transgressed (and obviously the entity does not transgress the boundaries), you are good to go.

You can worship an entity and have fun with their offerings. An offering doesn't have to be an object; it can also be an action. Painting and writing while vibing to music can be an offering to Apollo.

And let us know your tips and tricks! for the moment, that is all! If you have any questions, I will love to give you answers. I will probably do part two explaining the entities better because this discussion is the white rabbit hole! 

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Leaving Marks | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 2,2 k

Warning: Strong language, angst, pregnancy talk

a/n: So after I saw the translation for Klaus' temple tattoo I knew I had to write this. I hope you all feel as much as I felt when I was writing it

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Life was weird, it was hard to adjust after everything that happened. After a lifetime of thinking they knew who they were, all the former Umbrella kids were tossed into the world without an identity, without powers.

After a quick checkup with the doctor, it was confirmed that Victoria and Klaus were expecting a baby (who they believed was a girl based on their father's extraterrestrial prediction).

The pregnancy was going well and they didn't seem to have much to worry about except, of course, a quick trip to the courthouse to make their wedding official and start planning their honeymoon to Rio de Janeiro as soon as they had the money.

"Shit! I'm all bruised again..." Vicky groaned, sitting on the couch and taking a look at her legs. "Not being indestructible sucks! Do people always get hurt this much?"

"Not really, you just never had to worry about it before so you walk around bumping into everything," Klaus laughed, taking her leg to kiss the bruises.

"Everything fucking hurts, how are people just living their lives? Literally everything I do hurts!" She huffed. "I take something out of the oven, I fall, I scratch myself somewhere, I hold a paper the wrong way, I'm not careful enough shaving... your bodies are so fragile! I hate it!"

"Well, most people deal with this since they were born, we don't really think about it."

Klaus was amused by her frustration, only because it was adorable to watch her figure out what was safe and what wasn't with her new vulnerable flesh. For once he was useful, he could help her avoid injuries or make her feel better when she got hurt.

"Speaking of hurt, did you... did you wanna get your tattoos back?" Victoria asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Oh, I haven't really thought about it," Klaus teased. "I might just want to keep my body clean."

"Nooooo I miss them..." she whined. "It's only five of them!"

"Six actually, I had the umbrella on my wrist, the tiger, the skull, the palm tattoos, and Dave's temple."

Victoria sat up with the most confused look on her face. What did he just say?

"Did I hear it right? Dave's temple? What do you mean?"

"It's Thai I think, I got it done when I was with him."

"And what does it say?" She asked, suddenly very queasy.

"Um... it says Klaus loves Dave," he admitted, thinking it would be better she heard from him than googling it later and finding out he lied.

Victoria stared at him agape, seething with anger that raised up her chest. Her husband immediately noticed and winced, scared of her reaction.

"What the FUCK DID YOU DO?" Her voice was raised along the sentence until she was screaming. "KLAUS, HOW COULD YOU? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?"

"To be very honest, I don't even remember getting this tattoo at all, I don't remember if I asked for the writing or if Dave did... I was so drunk," Klaus chuckled, not really understanding the severity of the can or worms he just opened. He thought laughing it off would make it better, as it usually does.

Victoria felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest. She was there too, she was in Vietnam for 10 months stripping to have a roof over her head and he didn't seem to miss her enough to want anything to remember her by.

It felt like a betrayal not only because he had an ex's name on his body, but also because this ex had treated Klaus like shit the last time they met and that was something she could never forgive.

"And in all this time you couldn't have made a tattoo for me? Guess you don't love me that much after all," she murmured.

"We're married, we have a baby on the way! I've been pining after you since we were little kids. How can I not love you?" Klaus clutched his chest, feeling quite hurt by her doubt, but knowing her pregnancy hormones certainly played a big role in how this discussion was progressing.

"Right? I thought you did too, crazy how wrong we can be sometimes..."

"I never got a tattoo of your name because you always told me you thought it was lame! I wanted to when we moved out, remember?"

It was true, he asked her what she'd think of him tattooing her name on his forearm along with his in a heart like a carving on a tree two lovers would do as children.

She refused and said that was incredibly tacky, he disagreed, but never brought it up again.

"That doesn't mean you can just go and get someone else's name!" She screamed, leaving him behind while caressing her stomach.

"Liebchen, falls ich wissen sollte was Liebe bedeutet, liegt es an dir*," Klaus followed as he whispered in her ear. "Ich will für immer bei dir sein**."

"Stop it!" Vicky whined. "I don't wanna be charmed right now!"

"Do you want me to get a tattoo for you?" He finally asked, maybe she would finally agree to the carved heart idea.

"No! Nothing you can get will ever top this massive temple on your stomach! It's huge and you've done it first. I can't believe I had sex with you looking at that!"

"I will close my back with your face if that makes you happy, I'll get your name in bold letters on my forehead, I'll get a 'property of Victoria Maria Hargreeves' on my ass! Just please tell me how to make you happy? I wanna fix this."

"Well too bad, you can't make me happy, Klaus!"

That was a first, not once had Vicky been so unforgiving. He was somewhat used to getting away with everything when it came to her, she would make excuses even for his stupidest behaviors.

It was a punch in the gut to hear that, especially being so full of trauma as he was. She had left him once back when they were younger, what would stop her from taking a job in another country and taking their child away? Maybe she was done with him and he would once again lose someone he loved more than himself.

That idea brought tears to his eyes and an almost unbearable pain to his chest. He wanted to drink, he wanted to smoke, he wanted to get his hands on any sort of drug he could find and get high enough to forget everything, but he couldn't. He was a father now.

"I did love Dave, but you know there wasn't a single moment I didn't think of you back then," Klaus dropped to his knees in front of her. "Yeah, he made me see I could be brave and strong. You were always brave for me and much stronger, you were my shield and he showed me I could stand on my own and maybe even protect you someday."

"That man punched you in the face, he came by just to tell you off! How can you see someone like that as anything more than a bigot?" Victoria cried, turning away, not wanting to face him.

"Not everyone has the privilege of knowing who they are and being able to express it like me," he shrugged. "I'm not angry at him as much as I'm angry at the world that made him feel like that's how he should treat me."

"I'm mad at him, it was his fist on your face, not anyone else's."

Klaus nodded, she had all the right to feel this way. He understood and wanted to say that, but he was terrified of saying the wrong thing and prompting her to leave again. He couldn't stand losing her a fifth time.

"Victoria, I'm sorry," he took her hand and kissed it repeatedly. "I know I hurt your feelings and I don't deserve it. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you're probably the reason why I'm even alive. I'd never be able to take all the abuse without you there. I'm s-sorry," he sobbed.

Vicky couldn't help how misty-eyed she got as well, the first memory she had of him came into her mind.

They were probably around three or four, they were playing with paper dolls they drew themselves while Grace watched from her charging station.

"I wanna marry a big strong man and have two babies, a boy and a girl," she said.

"I'll be a big strong man!" Klaus pouted, his lip quivering with jealousy at the idea she might be imagining someone else.

"What? Who do you wanna marry?" She asked.

Klaus took their dolls and made them kiss, imitating the noise with his mouth. "I wanna marry a Vicky!"

Pulled back to the present, Victoria looked down at the pitiful look on her husband's face and pulled him into her arms.

He sighed, crying even harder and placing his hand on her stomach. "Do you forgive me?" He asked.

"When have I ever been able to stay angry at you? It hurts so bad that you didn't do anything for me, but-"

"If I knew for a second that's what you wanted, I would have! I swear!"

She looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "If you wanna get the temple again with the rest of your tattoos, that's okay."

"No, I won't do that," Klaus shook his head, the idea of hurting her again was too painful. "The past is in the past. I'm forever grateful for him and what he did for me, but you and Fortune are my future."

That night Klaus went out to get dinner, hoping some junk food would cheer Vicky up. On the way, he stopped by a beautiful garden in the park and sat down.

He carefully took off Dave's dog tags and held them close to his heart once more. He then dug a hole among the flowers with his fingers and placed the necklace there, covering it as best as he could.

"I think this is a nice spot for you to rest," Klaus smiled to himself. "Thank you, Dave, for everything. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but you saved me."

——————————————————

That week Klaus tried to be extra loving, he did everything to show Vicky she meant the world to him and he loved her with all his heart and soul. He cooked (badly, but still), cleaned, took every chance to compliment her, kiss her, cuddle her...

When his tattoo appointment finally came, he had already decided he wanted to make a nice surprise for his wife. Or two.

So on the first day, he got the tiger on his back, the Sky Soldiers skull on his arm, the hello and goodbye on his palms, and even the umbrella on his wrist (something he really wanted, as to never forget where he came from and the pain he endured).

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and Vicky thought that was it. Only a couple of weeks after, Klaus went back for his second appointment while his wife worked on her new business. She had been very busy with everything regarding the bakery she was planning to open, something she wanted since she was 12.

"Hey, Liebling! How are we doing today?" He came back a few hours later with the biggest smile on his face.

"Great, can you try this?" She offered him a cinnamon roll from the tray she had just pulled out of the oven.

"It'll be my pleasure," Klaus took a large bite and moaned, rolling his eyes. "Oh, my God! This is so good, you haven't lost your touch."

"Thank you, but you're not just saying that? It needs to be good enough to sell," Victoria asked hesitantly.

"I promise you, it's perfect. I'd buy a dozen right now," he insisted, taking another bite. "It's really buttery, the perfect amount of cinnamon, so soft.."

"Aww I'm glad! You can eat as many as you want, just save some space for dinner," she winked at him as she washed her hands. " What would you like, by the way?"

"Oh well, anything that isn't too greasy, also no pork for me," Klaus smirked. "Not until I heal."

"Heal? What did you do?" She asked.

He simply unbuttoned his flowy blouse and exposed his back where he had now a tarot card.

"The Wheel of Fortune," Vicky murmured with a soft chuckle. "That is so sweet! I bet she'll love it and I do too."

"Oh but that's not all," he pulled the sleeve to expose his forearm.

Klaus had a pretty big tattoo of a rectangular window, the window from their first flat which went from floor to ceiling. He also had the skyline that was visible from their living room and in front of it, his silhouette dancing with Victoria's just like they used to do when they were kids.

"Klausie! This is... this is so beautiful," Vicky choked on her words, overwhelmed with emotion. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Why not? I love you," he giggled. "See? They are dancing together forever, they'll never ever be apart, just like I wish we never had."

Without another word, she jumped into his arms capturing his lips passionately. That was so much better than anything she could've come up with, it was the most romantic thing he had ever done. Declaring his love and saying so much without even needing words.

"So I take it you liked it?" Klaus grinned, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love it... You're a big strong man, Klausie. You're my dream come true."

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** I want to be with you forever

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Realizations Most Strange

Based on this request: "Strange x Reader: The reader is another mentor to Peter and when Strange sees the two of them working together it makes him realize that he’s completely in love with her"

a/n: i am way too proud of this title

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Stephen Strange is not in love. It would be impossible to describe how little he is in love, how straightforward his attitude is towards the world, how his heart has never skipped a beat once in his entire life. It’s unnecessary to even mention these sorts of things, because like he said, Stephen isn’t in love. Not in the slightest.

This wouldn’t explain why Wong seems convinced that Stephen does have a crush, however. It feels like not a day goes by without Wong happening to mention (typically with far less discretion as the other sorcerer seems to think) how fascinating it is to see Stephen dependent on someone else’s opinion of him. No matter how many times Stephen declares himself to be utterly impervious to anything of the sort, Wong never believes him.

Stephen can’t come up with any reason why Wong would think such a thing. It’s not like Stephen has ever expressed any interest in anyone else. Although it took time, he’s moved on from Christine, and he’s even able to smile over her relationship with another man. Simply put, there’s no one he could possibly admire quite so much as to warrant a crush, so being in love is out of the question.

If he were to be in love, though, Stephen could admit that being in love with Y/N L/N wouldn’t be all that bad. He isn’t in love, of course, and would gladly repeat that another thousand times if that’s what it took for people to accept it, but if he was, Y/N would be his first pick. 

She’s another Master of the Mystic Arts, and has been in residence at the New York Sanctum for a couple of years now. Technically, Stephen thinks she was supposed to leave after six months, but for some reason that time constraint hasn’t been brought up since her arrival. He definitely has nothing to do with that.

At the moment, Stephen doesn’t have time to even begin to think about Y/N and his lack of a crush on her. The New York Sanctum is host to a guest this afternoon, a spiderling who’s just dropped by after his school day ends. Ever since the battle against Thanos and Tony Stark’s resulting sacrifice, Peter Parker has been coming over to visit. 

The kid claims it’s for help with Avengers business. Stephen harbors a secret belief that it might actually have something to do with Peter’s need to see somebody, anybody to feel like he’s not quite so alone. When he’s around the other Masters of the Mystic Arts, Peter Parker is no longer at the top of the food chain when it comes to stopping extraterrestrial or simply weird threats to the city. He’s just some kid, like he always should have been.

That kind of relief has to feel good for a high school student. So, as much as Stephen pretends to roll his eyes and make sarcastic comments about it being past Peter’s bedtime the second the sun starts to set, it’s common knowledge that Peter will be welcome at the New York Sanctum at any time of any day.

Right now, he’s been passed over to Y/N for some light combat training. It’s one thing for Peter to use his webs against normal threats, like carjackers or your garden variety thug, but once you start messing with magic users, the rules of the game change.

They’re starting off fairly easy right now, with Peter trying to improvise on how to fight Y/N while she’s using portals or conjuring amber bands of spells to combat his webs. The kid can pick up new things pretty well, even Stephen can admit that, but he’s still rough when it comes to unusual foes.

Case in point:  Y/N ducks under a web spiraling at her head and launches a glowing sphere of magic at Peter. It bowls him over cleanly and he falls to the ground. The two of them have taken the precaution of putting padding and mats on a large section of the floors in the Sanctum training room, so Peter only suffers a mild case of getting the air knocked out of his lungs. That’s Stephen’s professional diagnosis, at least.

Y/N leans over him, extending an arm to help the younger boy up. She laughs at the startled look on his face, and reaches over to casually muss up his head. Stephen’s watching the proceedings from a higher level, so he can’t exactly make out what’s being said, but he can see that they both break out into laughter.

Something strange happens the longer Stephen watches. It’s as if time slows down, even though he hasn’t laid a single finger to the green Infinity Stone. He can see the sunlight gleaming in through open windows, cascading around Y/N to land in golden puddles at her feet. It makes sense on some level in Stephen’s brain, that even light itself would be drawn to her. What in this world, or the countless beyond it, wouldn’t want to be near her if it could?

His knuckles are white on the railing of the balcony as Stephen leans over the edge. He doesn’t realize that he’s doing it until his hands start to ache, phantom pains from an injury that still plagues him. Stephen has long associated that kind of hurt with what happened when he was still with Christine, but now he’s turning his mind to focus on a new sort of feeling, one centered around an entirely different woman.

Y/N laughs again, and the faintest whisper of it makes the journey up to where Stephen stands. It is here, collecting in the echoes of that joy, that he realizes something once and for all, a truth he’s been running from for who knows how long.

Stephen is in love, and he is in love with her.

Wong looks up, surprised, when Stephen all but throws open the door to his office. The Sorcerer Supreme puts down his book on the desk in front of him, starting to rise. 

“What is it, Strange?” Wong asks, clearly unnerved by Stephen’s behavior. “Has something happened? Are we under attack?”

“No,” Stephen assures him. “Not now, at least.” 

Wong gestures for Stephen to take a seat, but he can’t manage to pull himself together long enough for that to happen. Instead, Stephen starts to pace back and forth across Wong’s office. Wong looks mournfully at the carpet under Stephen’s feet, as if silently cataloging how much it’s going to cost to buy a new one after Stephen wears this one to shreds under the force of his stress.

“What’s wrong, then?” Wong prods gently after Stephen stays silent.

At last, Stephen is able to freeze in place, and turns to Wong with a haunted look. “I think I’m in love.”

Wong stares at him for a moment, then breaks out into loud laughter. Even Stephen’s agitation calms for a moment, forgotten as he stares at Wong in sheer confusion. Wong continues to laugh for what must be at least a full minute or two, the same rough, booming sound echoing around them.

Eventually, Wong is able to contain himself, and goes on speaking as if he hadn’t ever been interrupted. “I knew it. I called this months ago. It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

Stephen is forced to nod in agreement, which makes Wong raise a finger in vindication. 

“I told you, didn’t I?” Wong says, “And you didn’t listen, but you are now. I was wondering when this day would come.”

“Alright, alright,” Stephen says, raising his hands to ward off Wong’s triumph if anything else, “I get it, you were right, I was wrong. Now what do I do?”

Wong blinks at him. “Why are you asking me that? I’m your coworker, Strange, not your therapist. Go figure this out on your own time.”

Stephen pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I get that, but I don’t know what to do.”

Wong shrugs. “You dated Christine for a while, didn’t you? Just do that again.”

Stephen frowns. “We broke up because I told her that she couldn’t have any meaning to me. After that, I was friendzoned and now she’s engaged to someone else.”

“Okay, so don’t do that,” Wong contemplates, “Look, it’s easier than you think. You’re just complicating things. You do that a lot.”

“Thanks,” Stephen says with a clearly forced smile.

“No problem,” Wong replies happily, “Always here to help.”

Stephen doesn’t bother to respond to that, just glares balefully at his friend.

Wong sighs. “Fine, fine. No need to burst a vein. How about you do something simple? Take her out for dinner or something. Hell, even coffee. She’s going to need coffee to keep up with you.”

Stephen’s eyes narrow. “I’m confused, were you encouraging me to ask her out or not? Because right now it sounds like you don’t like the idea of the two of us together.”

Wong chuckles. “Oh no, I think it’s a fantastic idea. You need someone like Y/N in your life to keep you in check. I just like making fun of you.”

“Figures,” Stephen mutters, but thanks his friend for the advice anyway.

In truth, Wong’s not wrong. Stephen does have a habit of overthinking and overdoing things, especially when it’s about the people in his life that really matter. He’d tear down this universe and the next if it meant keeping his loved ones safe.

So, basically, getting this right is really important, both for Stephen’s general happiness and his future of friendships at the New York Sanctum. He waits for Peter to leave, which takes far more time than Stephen’s feeble patience can really tolerate, then heads down to meet Y/N alone as soon as he can.

Y/N’s collecting the mats from the training room floor, so Stephen helps out, conjuring up a few spells to clean up the space.

She smiles at him gratefully. “Thanks for the assist.”

“Thanks for babysitting the kid,” Stephen responds.

Y/N laughs. “It’s not as bad as you think. Sure, he can be a little exuberant, but it’s just fun.”

“Yeah, it’s because he likes you the best,” Stephen argues, “but I can’t blame him.”

The last part of his sentence is quieter, but Y/N still hears it. She cocks her head to the side questioningly. “What do you mean?”

This is it, his chance. Stephen exhales and turns to face her. “I was wondering, if you weren’t too busy–”

Y/N cuts him off with a wry grin. “Who isn’t busy around here?”

He must have looked quite pained when she interrupted him, because Y/N holds up her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m quiet. What were you wondering?”

Stephen does his best to steady his nerves despite the suspension in his adrenaline fuelled offer. “I was wondering if you would want to go get coffee with me sometime. You know, one of these mornings. Not the night, that wouldn’t make sense. And if you don’t like coffee, we could always just go to a different type of shop, or get something else, or–”

Y/N saves him again, laughing quietly. “I think getting coffee sounds like an excellent idea to me. Is this a date, Stephen?”

She looks at him with a curious grin, mischievously prodding. Stephen nods, hoping that he’s not about to ruin this whole thing.

“Yeah,” he says, “Yeah, it is a date. Are you still okay with that?”

Y/N fixes him with her most brilliant grin yet, and Stephen feels the last of his worries melt away from him. “I would be more than okay with that.”

With that, she picks up the last of the mats and turns to put it away, leaving Stephen standing there with a more than self satisfied smile. Perhaps he’s managed to make this work after all. He wouldn’t believe it himself were it not for the joy on Y/N’s face when he asked her out, but it’s true. He’s got a date, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

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