#But yeah wow didn't realize how much of these were collecting over time

[rheakira]

WOE, CLOVER BE UPON YE!

Just a collection of old Clover doodles and WIPs I'm never gonna finish. A lot of these are as old as of January. My designs for characters have changed a lot since these were made. Read the img descriptions for details! 💛

Shoutout to @northstarscowboyhat you guys should definitely check out their Clover Lives AU stuff cuz it's solid!

#Clover UTY #Undertale Yellow #UTY #Starlo UTY #Frisk Undertale #Flowey #Chara Dreemurr #Monster Clover #Clover Lives AU #Doodles #WIPs #I'm not coming back to any of these unless it's to redraw them entirely lol #But yeah wow didn't realize how much of these were collecting over time #This isn't even half of my unfinished/never to be finished stuff but the other stuff is for... future things... yeah

[droopycoquette]

Coffee And Cupid || Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: How you and Alexia meet

Warnings: Fluff, strangers2lovers, barista!reader

Word count: 2.0k

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You smiled as you heard the small ding of the shop's door, symbolizing that a customer had entered. You continued your task of wiping off a table. 

"Hello, you came just in time I was just about to close up," you start, finally looking up. 

You saw a woman looking around the shop, taking it in. Giving you the chance to absorb her beauty. 

Alexia smiled at you when she was done taking in the cafe, soaking in the small establishment’s aura. The black counters and wooden outlines of the place gave the cafe an old, mystic vibe. The books that lined the south wall gave the area a warmth that many new or well-known cafes couldn’t claim. Then, of course, there was you. As she approached the counter she found you gave off a calm and collected yet fun and artsy energy that made you very approachable. She could feel a love for the cafe brewing in her. 

Her eyes found the menu overhead, and she let out a ‘hm’ as she figured out what she wanted, periodically glancing at you as you cleaned. 

Eventually, she realized that periodically glancing turned into just plain staring making her shake her head and focus. She needed to choose something. She set her eyes on the menu once more and quickly picked something that sounded good. She made sure to keep it simple, you were closing up after all.

You found your gaze drifting to her as well, taking in her athletic build and strong features. From her tan skin to her dirty blonde hair. 

"Hey um, I think I'm ready to order now," she called, forcing you to come back to reality. 

"Of course," you put down the washrag and made your way over to her.

"I think I'll have a turkey sandwich and then an iced americano," she said glancing between you and the menu.

"Are you sure you want an Americano this late," you asked concerned.

She was shocked. She didn't expect a person much less a worker to be concerned for her. She knew it was a little late to be drinking something with so much caffeine in it but she didn't think someone would call her out on it.

"Well, is there something you would recommend," she smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

You could tell she was taken aback.

"Um, well,” you paused to look her once over. “You look like you’d like our iced raspberry black tea.”

“Why do you say that,” she asks, glancing down at herself and then back at you.

“Well, black tea still has caffeine just not as much as an americano. You also look like you came back from some sort of work out so it should help cool you down,” you explained. 

“Wow,” Alexia gawked. “You got all of that just by looking at me?”

You blushed, “Was I right?”

She thought for a minute before answering, "Yeah. Yeah, you are. I'll take that raspberry black tea then senora, thank you."

She sat down in one of the chairs and kept her eyes on you. 

"And that's for..."

"Alexia," she finished.

You nodded once more and walked back behind the counter to begin preparing her food and drink. 

"So, what are you doing out so late," you asked as you began to brew the tea.

"Well, I was just coming home from practice, I was hungry and this place looked nice," Alexia smiled.

"Practice? What were you practicing," you asked as you set your sights on preparing the sandwich. 

"Soccer," she smiled. “I play for Barcelona.” 

You almost dropped the cup you were holding. 

“Holy shit.” 

She just nodded and smiled. 

“Well that’s cool,” you say dumbfounded. “I’m glad you came here.”

“Me too, I really like this place,” she gushed, swirling her wrist to make a point.

"If you want you can go look at some of the books while you wait," you suggested, pointing over to the bookshelves lining the wall.

Alexia nodded and went to go look a the books. She picked a random one up and quickly looked at the summary before sneaking a peek at you. She watched as you got the sandwich ready and moved around the kitchen. You looked surreal, there was something so homey about you. You were gorgeous, anyone could see that. Your white button-up with the sleeves rolled up made you look so hot yet so...mommy. She couldn’t describe it. 

Plants and flowers littered the ceiling. It gave the place a homier garden vibe on top of everything else. 

"Find anything you like," you called.

Alexia was snapped out of her daydream. 

"Um, no, not yet," she stuttered. "Is there anything here you would recommend?"

"Well," you stopped to think while you poured her tea into a cup filled with ice. “It depends on what genres you like."

"It's been a while since I actually sat down and read a book but, I remember liking romance," she answered. 

"Okay, well then I would recommend Forever... by Judy Blume. It was originally written for teens but it covers a lot of controversial topics while still holding that romantic aura. It's kind of angsty as well," you said.

"Okay," she muttered while looking for the book. 

"Also, your order is ready," you called out, bummed by how fast you had worked. 

Alexia jogged back over to the counter with the book in hand.

"Do I check this out or do I buy it?"

"You can do either," you laughed.

"Well, then I will get this with the order," she smiled.

"Alright, that will be $25.98."

She gave you $30 and told you to keep the change.

"Have a nice night, ma’am."

"You too."

|*|

Ding

The bell on the door rang, notifying you that there was a customer. 

"Hell-. Alexia! You're back," you exclaimed.

"The food was so good I just couldn't stay away," she laughed. 

"Well, I'm glad. Are you getting something different today?"

"No, I think I'll have the same thing, you really know what you’re talking about. The raspberry tea was delicious. By the way, I started that book you recommended and so far so good."

"That's wonderful! I'm glad you like it," you smiled as you began to get the tea ready.

She's here again, you thought as you busied yourself. She is so cute...and pretty...and nice...oh my god!

"Hey, I never really got your name," Alexia commented.

"How about you come back tomorrow and I'll tell you," you giggled as you began to prepare the sandwich. 

"Is this a new trick to keep getting customers to come back," Alexia teased.

"Is it going to work," you laughed.

Am I flirting? Correctly?

"Definitely," she stated.

Your cheeks warmed as you looked down at your task. You could feel her stare on you and you found it strangely comforting. Alexia could have anyone, she was good-looking, kind, well-dressed, tall, hot, momm-

"Hey,” Alexia called out. “Whatcha thinking about? Were you thinking of me?"

"How could I not," you smiled.

"Good," she giggled.

"Okay, order up! That will be 15.20," you said.

She handed you a twenty-dollar bill and headed out.

You could feel yourself falling.

|*|

Ding

"Ms. Alexia," you smiled not even having to turn around to know who it was.

"You got me," she laughed.

You had gotten her order ready so you could spend more time talking to her. 

"I'll have what I usua-"

"I know," you laughed cutting her off and handing her the food and tea. "It's on the house tonight."

"You won't get in trouble?"

"Well, unless someone else is going to tell me how to run my own place no."

Alexia stopped in her tracks.

"You own this place? That explains it," Alexia exclaimed.

The whole vibe of the café fit you to a T. The mysterious, homey, artsy atmosphere was so you. You gave this place life. If she wasn't in love with you then she was definitely now. 

She took the food from you and then leaned onto the bar counter. 

"So, are you going to tell me your name today," Alexia questioned.

"Only if you promise to keep coming back here," you stated.

She held her right hand up and crossed her heart. 

"Y/n," you smiled.

"Y/n," she repeated, liking the sound of it.

She smiled back at you and stared at you for what seemed like hours. You continued to look away and then back at her, holding eye contact has never been your strong suit. 

"I was wondering if maybe, you could teach me how to make something from the menu?"

You raised your eyebrow. Noticing your confusion, Alexia decided to take a leap of faith. 

"Like a date," Alexia stuttered. "Like cooking together, and-"

"I would love to," you giggled. 

What was this giddiness? Alexia had turned this night from great to amazing. If she could do this just standing on the other side of a counter what was she going to do when she was right beside you?

"Great," she grinned as she took off her jacket and set it on one of the tables.

"Give me a second and let me close up," you said as you left the bar and went to the door to lock the door and flip the sign from 'open' to 'closed.'  

"Is there anything on the many that you want to make particularly," you asked while you opened up the bar to her. 

Alexia passed you and you could smell her perfume. It smelt like cedar and lemongrass, you could get high off of it. 

“I don’t know,” Alexia sighed. “You’re the boss. Literally.” 

You leaned against the counter as you thought about what to make. Giving Alexia a chance to look at you more. She could spend forever staring at you, your small breaths made her shiver and your eyes made her want to kiss you. 

“We could make your turkey sandwich,” you say, thinking out loud. “It’s pretty easy and it doesn’t make much of a mess.”

“That sounds perfect,” Alexia smiles, leaning against the opposite counter. 

A beat of silence follows as you and Alexia stare at each other. Alexia can feel her heart jump as your lips part. It’s as if your breath begins to match up with one another, your very bodies wanting to be near the other. 

“Right,” you exclaim, jumping into action. “The first thing we’ll need is-”

You’re cut off by Alexia’s lips, the footballer not being able to hold herself back anymore. Her hands find your cheeks and cage your face. Her hair tickles your face and overwhelms you with its scent. You quick to kiss back, your hands finding her wrists and holding onto them sweetly. 

Alexia deepens the kiss, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you closer.  Your arms find a home, wrapped around Alexia’s neck lazily. You could feel her smile into the kiss, her lips upturning causing you to smile too. Pulling away, you both giggle at your giddiness. 

“Are you free tomorrow night,” Alexia asks, slightly out of breath. 

“I can be.”

“Would you like to come to a game? I’m playing tomorrow and would love to have you there.”

Alexia takes a breath and holds it, mentally crossing her fingers. Imagining you in the stands cheering for her made her blush.

“I’ve never been to a football game,” you admit. “I’d love to go.”

Alexia beams. It made your heart flutter and your insides melt. You peck her lips gently before kissing her once more. Both of you begin to sway and Alexia realizes that she loves having you in her arms and kissing you. Loves how natural it feels. You find that you love being in Alexia’s arms, her muscles bulging against your frame and warming you. It was nice. It felt like home. 

#Alexia Putellas #alexia putellas x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #barca femeni x reader

[niabang]

Only Me and You

Continuation of The Summer it Came True

Previous chapter

Chapter 7

Pairings: Bangchan × black female reader

Disclamer: This chapter contains smut. MINORS DNI. Soft dom/service top chan, protected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy.) Well ig that's it.

This is my first time writing smut so please take it easy on me 😔. Feedback on how I can improve is very much appreciated btw ♡

More under the cut!

You woke up in desperate need of your boyfriend, and you had not gotten over what you guys started yesterday.

You sat up on your bed and started packing up your things. You were going to move into his room. You guys always slept together anyway.

You brushed your teeth, packed up your bags, and made your way to his room. When you got there, he was in his bathroom, so you didn't announce yourself and just started to unpack.

"Wow, what's all this?" He asked when he came out.

"What does it look like to you? I'm moving in." You answered.

"I thought you didn't want to share a room with me?" He said with a smirk.

"I mean, there's no point. We sleep together all the time anyway, so just be quiet and let me do what I'm doing." Chan gave you a defeated "okay" and sat on his bed with his back resting on the headboard, and he was doing something on his phone.

While you were still trying to arrange your things in Chan's wardrobe, you heard him complain about the weather being "too hot" and before you could register anything, chan took his shirt off right in front of you.

You were starting to believe that he was well aware of the effect he had on you, and he wasn't so innocent.

You finished arranging your stuff and got in bed with Chan. When you did, Chan dropped his phone and faced you.

"Come here." He said while he pulled you onto his lap. You were wearing one of his shirts that you stole from him with nothing but panties under it.

"Is this my shirt?" Chan asked, smiling at you. 

"Yeah, why?" You were trying to sound as collected as you could and ignore the fact that you were already getting soaked just from straddling him.

"You own a whole fashion line, but you're always taking my clothes." He said, and moved his hands from your waist to your hips.

You couldn't even say anything and just maintained eye contact with your boyfriend.

"What?" He asked you when he realized you weren't saying anything. 

"I want a kiss." You didn't even realize when those words left your mouth.

"Say, please." Was he being serious right now? There was no way you were about to beg for a kiss no matter how much you wanted it.

"No." You told him simply.

"Then you're not getting it." And he went back to his phone like it was nothing and completely ignored you being on his lap.

"Channn." You whined and pouted.

"All you have to do is say please, and I'll give you what you want." He said, sounding unbothered. Was he not suffering from the same extreme horniness you were?

"Chan, please, can I have a kiss?" He dropped his phone when he heard that and looked up at him.

"That's more like it." After that sentence was made, you guys proceeded to have the nastiest make-out sesh ever.

While you guys were kissing, you tried to grind your hips on Chan, looking for some friction, and Chan seemed to notice that and used his hands to guide your hips.

You could feel his bulge under your clothed cunt, and you were sure you had left a wet spot on his pants.

Chan's lips were so soft and warm and his tongue moved so well against yours. The room was silent except for the smacking of lips, the occasional groans from the chan and your whiny moans.

Chan had slipped his hands under your, well his shirt and he froze when he realized that you were barely clothed underneath.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked at you, then you whined from the loss of contact.

"Can I?" He asked, holding on to the hem of his shirt. This was you and Chan's first time together, and you realized that he had never seen you naked before. You were kind of shy. 

You nodded and let Chan take his shirt off of you, and when you were completely bare, he took some time to look you up and down. Your skin probably felt boiling hot.

"Baby you're so beautiful." And after he said that, he flipped you over, so he was on top of you. The necklace that you got him was still on his neck and was now dangling in your face.

Chan went in for a short kiss and then pulled away to move to your neck. He sucked down on your flesh, and the only thing you could say was, "Oh my god."

He moved down from your neck and took one of your breasts in his mouth. He was so skilled with his tongue, and when he bit down a bit on one of your nipples you couldn't help but arch your back at how good it felt.

Your hands went up into his hair, and Chan groaned. After showing your breasts enough love, he placed kisses on all the other parts of your body till he got to the hem of your panties.

"Chan, take them off, please." You needed him to touch you. You felt like you would combust if he didn't.

"I will, baby, but you have to be patient, okay?" He was really taking his time.

He proceeded to kiss your inner thighs and nibble on your skin upwards until he got to your clothed entrance.

You wondered how long he was going to tease you for, and you were full of excitement when he finally started pulling your panties down.

When your cunt was finally revealed to him, you swear you saw his eyes darken.

"Fuck baby you're so pretty." His compliments made your skin burn up.

"I'm going to stretch you out, okay? And I want you to tell me if it feels good." You nodded your head at his words and Chan removed his attention from your face to your cunt.

He inserted one finger into you, and you swear you saw stars. It had been so long and Chan just knew what to do and how to do it.

You were a complete mess by the time Chan was steadily thrusting his finger in and out of you, and you were even more fucked out when he put in a second finger and slightly curved them. He was hitting all your spots so well, and you were sure you weren't going to last any longer.

Chan didn't stop there and used his thumb to stimulate your overly sensitive his clit. He was so good with his fingers, and you were already starting to cry from the pleasure.

Your moans and whines filled the whole room, and chan obviously enjoyed hearing them, so he went even faster, which made you instantly arch your back and hold on to the sheets for dear life. 

You picked up a pillow and put it over your face to muffle your screams and Chan instantly took it from you and tossed it to the side.

"Don't do that again. I want to hear you and see your face." He said that and wiped the tears from his eyes.

He was still going with his fingers, and you felt a knot in your stomach which caused you to lose it.

"Chan plea-, oh my god, fuck." You couldn't even make out a full sentence. And Chan instantly knew what was coming.

"Baby do you want to cum?" He asked you as if you could even answer him.

"Chan, please don't-, don't stop, please." You managed to get those words out, and you heard Chan saying something about how you were clenching around his fingers.

"Chan I'm going to- ah fuck." Your legs went numb for a bit and your release hit you like a brick. You didn't even realize that you were sobbing all through.

Chan slowed down his fingers to help you down from your high. And when he had successfully helped you through your orgasm, he pulled his fingers out of you and came up to wipe your tears and kiss you.

"Chan please I need you." You told him when you had regained your senses and noticed that he was still in his pants. 

"Are you sure you can take it?" He asked you  and you assured him that you could, but your words came back to bite you in the ass when you saw the size of Chan's cock.

He was a healthy 5 to 6 inches, but he was so girthy, and you could see the veins pulsing around his cock. You changed your mind. There was no way it would fit.

Chan got a condom from his drawer, put it on, stroked himself a few times and positioned his tip at your entrance before slowly going in.

"Chan, I can't take it." You might have been a little too confident.

"Yes, you can." He told you, and you both gasped at the same time when he was finally in you.

You winced at the mixture of pain and pleasure of your walls being stretched out. It You felt so full

"Fuck you're so tight, kel, this is going to be a bit disappointing." You understood him pretty well because you knew how long it had been for him too.

"Give me a minute." Chan stayed still buried deep inside of him, trying to stabilize himself. You just wanted him to move already.

Chan started moving, but it was an agonizingly slow pace, and you just wanted him to fuck you dumb.

"Chan please can you go faster?" And he rammed into you hard and fast at the sound of your request.

You let out a stream of yeses as Chan continued to go in and out of you.

"You're taking me so well, baby." He lifted your leg and threw it over his shoulder so he could go even deeper, and you had to hold onto him for support. He was making you feel so good.

He lowered himself onto you, used his hands to cup your breast and started to kiss you. He was so unbelievably deep, and you dug your nails into his back.

Chan started to thrust into you faster and deeper, plus he was becoming more vocal, so you knew he was about to cum. He pulled you closer to him, and you felt him harden up and pulse inside of you before you felt his warm cum fill the condom, and then he pulled out and disposed of it.

When he got back, you had gone under the sheets, and he joined you in there and gave you lots of cuddles and kisses.

He showered you with compliments too and told you how much he loved you. You swore you were about to cry.

"Thank you for making me feel good, Chan." You said and covered his face in kisses.

"I'm not going to give it to you so easily next time, just so you know." He told you.

"Hmm, is that so Mr. Bang?" You were already thinking about a next time, and you couldn't wait.

You guys stayed in bed with each other for a while till Chan said to get you cleaned up so you guys could eat.

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[lutawolf]

My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary Ep 6

So we begin where we left off. Everyone drugged, sleeping on the table. Let's see how much trouble Boss is going to be in.

Muffin wakes first, letting out a scream that wakes everyone else. As expected, Tew loses his shit when he realizes Guy is missing.

Wish John Lennon has Guy.

Tew tells everyone that he believes they were drugged. The guild wants to help find Guy, but Tew fights them on it because he doesn't want them to get hurt. Eventually they leave and Tew goes into find Guy mode. Both Tul and Tew feeling bad for trusting Boss.

Wow, dumbass really installed an app for Tul to find him. Which leads Tew and Tul right to Boss and Guy. They go in like badasses, showing off why Tew only needed one badass vs a whole set of henchmen.

We have a very bro moment when Tul can't keep going.

Guy wakes up and starts to flip out. We have a very villianish moment, meanwhile Boss finds Tul. And Tul goes off! Not that I blame him. Boss says he has to, which gets him punched.

Discount Lennon scares Guy into screaming for Tew. Then we switch back to Boss and Tul. Tul tells Boss that if he wants redemption, then he has to go help Tew.

And I threw up. The way that fucker started kissing on Guy. Just ewww. I'll give it to Tew, he knows Kenji's triggers. What will piss him off enough to rush into fighting. They trade the knife back and forth while fighting. Finally, when Tew gets the upper had, Kenji pulls out a gun, but he points it at Guy and shots. Boss gets in the way and saves Guy. Leaving room for Tew to attack.

Once again, Tew killed someone and gives no shits. Anti-hero, I tell you. This is made particularly clear when they both look at Boss and just leave him.

I mean, if he hadn't drugged him and taken him in the first place. He wouldn't be shot.

Guess Guy is the forgiving type because he pushes Tul to forgive Boss. Oh wow, even Tew. I mean, he is clearly doing it for Guy, but that is beside the point.

Finally, they are safe at home. Time for sexy time.

Things are not going so easily for Boss, who is trying to smooth things over for Tul. I agree Tul. When they go low, go lower.

Oh Oh, it looks like Boss made headway with that "I really do like you." He might win Tul over yet. Or not, cause home dude just pressed on that wound. Nope, no forgiveness.

Boss's lip quivers and he just looks pitiful.

Guy has a fever. Bringing out nurse Tew.

Tew remember two years previously where he was sent to collect a debt. Him and Tul pass by discount Lennon to meet the dude that has a debt to pay.

Wait! Wish John Lennon was hurt protecting Tew???

Ahhhh so he didn't originally work for Boss Daddy, but it was Tew that talked Boss Daddy into taking him on.

So what caused all this shit then? And fuck! The dick is still alive.

Didn't someone check on that? Guess not.

Guy wakes up looking for Tew and finds a lunch box instead of his lover. Kind of curious to know where he is myself. Especially since he isn't responding to Guy's text.

And it's Wahl again. So excited, yay. Insert sarcasm. Wahl is acting like nothing has changed, and Guy wants the truth. Because Wahl had previously been upset. I find Wahl sus.

Not gonna lie, the whole angle of the picture sounds more like me and my bestie.

Yeah, okay... Wish John Lennon is seriously bent in the head. A little obsessive. Are we sure he isn't harboring a secret love of Tew? The whole villain sees you through the camera and diabolical laugh was cheesy as hell.

Wahl wants to go eat with Guy, but surprisingly it's a no. Guy has finally learned to say no to Wahl. Instead, he is going to go check out his and Tew's restaurant. Wahl wants to come, but Guy says no again. Practice makes perfect!

Guy shows up to find a Business for Sale sign. Tew is pulling a gun from the freezer. He manages to hide it behind his back before Guy walks in. And Tew asks to break up. Can't say I'm shocked by this. Guy loses his shit. Tew tries to walk away but Guy chases after him. He wants some answers.

I understand why Tew is doing this, but damn. He ran Guy off by totally crushing him. Hope he is prepared to watch him run into Wahl's arms.

Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Boss, you're helping that low life. WJL doesn't think that Boss Daddy has really let go of Tew.

Wahl forgot his gf's birthday. Damn, girl told of Wahl, but she isn't wrong though.

Poor guy walking through the aquarium, just reliving those memories with Tew. Is it bad that I'm hoping Wahl shows up? Yeah, I know that Wahl isn't that great and that Tew has his reasons buttttt. I still think at this moment, Tew is a bigger ass cause breaking up with him isn't going to convince WJL that he doesn't mean something to him. If nothing else, Tew won't have him close to protect him.

Guess who did show up!!! And honestly in my opinion he is really showing he is best friend material here. Okay, maybe more than best friends, with the way he is moving closer.

Ahhhh!!! I don't know what to think other than this episode was sideways. I'm still showing up for the next one, though, and all together I'm enjoying the story. How is everyone else feeling?

#tew x guy #tewguy #my dear gangster oppa #luta talks #luta talks my dear gangster oppa

[grumpy-zane]

(('in which a man adopts a rock' - Firma origins, Ft Archie and Firma

Rocks, they're simple objects made of sediment. Sometimes they grow, but never do they hatch.

Or so Archie thought.

His hand trembled at the sight of the serpent in its shell, its tired eyes bugging out as it yawned. He watched it coil around itself, gripping onto its own body for any sense of heat in his cold house.

Certainly this was a mistake. He thought it was just a cool rock, not an egg! He didn't know how to take care of a snake, let alone any small creature.

"Don't bite me, don't bite me-" Archie leaned back and gently scooped it into his hands. Maybe the pet store would take it? Though, ethically he still wasnt sure if it was the right thing to do anyway all things considered. Reguardless, it seemed happy in his arms for now, and he didn't want to waste any time.

--

"Yeah, okay. Sir, this isn't a snake," the employee lowered her magnifying glass, "thats a serpentine. She's a constrictai, probably got lost somewhere on accident. No worries though, they imprint immediately after hatching so you don't have to worry about her getting confused!"

Archie felt his blood pool at his feet. "Wow, great, thanks for telling me," he mumbled.

"Yah-huh! So just head on down into the subway and follow the sewers to the tomb, its just a bit farther than the museum!" She smiled. "Im sure those serpentine wouldn't turn away one of their own!"

He stumbled out of the store, life flashing before his eyes. What would his coworkers think? What would his boss think? And most importantly, would Dareth ever let him live it down? "Sewer. Right, this is just a biiiig mistake on my part. I just go in and apologize for taking their kid, and then-"

--

"You thief!!" He was accused instantly upon stepping in. A few more serpentine turned heads, and soon enough there was a crowd of angry looking serpentine staring him down.

"I didn't mean to, really! I just, I collect rocks and stuff you see, and I thought she was a rock!" He winced as she wormed her way around his neck.

"Fat chanccce, you probably stole that egg!"

"Thatsss so like humansss, ssstealing what doesn't beling to them!"

"What iss the meaning of thiss?" Skales emerged from the crowd. His red eyes locked onto the vipe before narrowing in on the human before him. "Oh, I see. Came down here to return her to her family I presume?"

Archie rubbed his nuckles, "er, no not that. You see she hatched in my care and- well first off I didn't know it was an egg-"

The staff clanked on the brick street, "Then there iss nothing we can do. Ssshe is yourss."

Skales turned around and began slithering away. In a panic of realization, he dove to hault him, "And you think I just came down for that? I don't know how to raise one of your own, let alone one of mine! I-is there any books or, any help I can get??"

Skales sighed and rolled his head, "Acidicus!"

--

With several heavy books in hand, and some much needed grocceries, he stumbled into his home. By now, the serpentine was gently wound around his neck, sleeping. Who knew when she would wake up and ask for more food? He certainly didn't appreciate the two sets of bite marks on his jaw already.

Archie cleared some of the more precious rocks out of his desert atrium display and rearranged the rest to accommodate her better: deeper sand to burrow into, rocks large enough to hide in, around. And under, and a place to bathe beneath a heatlamp.

"You don't even have a name and you're already half of my world-" he spoke to himself as he prepared a recipe for her from out of one of the books. "What should I name you anyway, what's a cool name?"

His mind mulled over various rocks and minerals, bouncing to historical heros and then to plants. There were plenty of cool names from literature, but he knew it wouldn't be cool enough.

He watched her chew away at her meal through the glass, doting the hour. This would be clockwork for him for several weeks, at least thats what one of thr books said, and he didn't want to miss a single interval. "More than half of my world, you're thr whole terra firma all the way down..." Archie mumbled.

She stared at him, chewing with an ever-cheery smile.

"Terra Firma... yeah, that's it. Firma. Firma for short, Terra is just too ordinary." ))

#Ninjago #Ninjago OC #Archie #Firma

[pollstuck]

At long last, you have returned to your bedroom with a stable power supply and internet connection.

VODKA MUTINI purrs at your side.

You SUPPOSE you will call it Mutie for short.

TT: That's quite a totem collection. TT: What are you planning? EB: oh whoa hi! EB: oh... EB: gonna make some stuff. EB: are you ok? hasn't your house been on fire for like... EB: five hours now? TT: No, that was the nearby forest, which up until quite recently would have been best described as "on fire". TT: But you may be excited to learn that just as recently, my house finally notched that achievement. EB: wow, congrats i guess? TT: Thank you. Have you seen Insufferable? EB: nah. EB: his bro is probably busy kicking his ass. EB: that's probably all there is to say on the matter. TT: Ok. TT: I'm going to start putting this grist to use too. TT: Let's be sparing with the frivolous knickknack breeding and focus on getting you up to the gate, ok? EB: yeah, ok i hear you, but... EB: i think we'll have plenty. i've been killing imps all over the house and now its lousy with gushers. TT: Gushers? EB: i mean grist. EB: but they really do look like gushers don't they? TT: That is true. EB: anyways i'm going to go back up to the alchemiter hold on.

EB: ok, while i make some stuff here can you keep an eye out for imps? EB: just keep the safe or tub handy or something. TT: Will do.

TT: It looks like you were in your father's room recently. EB: yeah. TT: And how did it make you feel to discover what was in there? EB: oh no, i just realized! EB: you are going to psycho-therapify me. EB: well don't bother! TT: Maybe I am just being a friend? EB: maybe... EB: /EYES SUSPSICIOSLY EB: anyway i guess you saw what's in there, it's boring and there's not much to even see. TT: That doesn't matter. TT: What matters is how seeing it affected you. TT: I think it clearly has in some way. EB: well... EB: i don't know, at first i was nervous to go in and find more of his weird clowns, because of course they are stupid and i hate them a lot. EB: but then when i didn't see any, it was weird. EB: i felt weirdly, like... disappointed almost. TT: Is it fair to say this changed your perception of your father? EB: yeah, i guess.

EB: i dunno. EB: not sure about all this. EB: but i think we need to stop and acknowledge the bunny sassacre fedora i just made. TT: It's awesome. EB: yeah.

EB: wow, what are you doing by the way? EB: flighty, sorry to say but this is all looking kind of silly! TT: I'm trying to spread the upward construction around so there is a more substantial foundation for later on. TT: But I'm starting to wonder if it will be strong enough. TT: It's kind of starting to wobble a little. TT: I don't think brick chimneys were meant to serve this architectural purpose. EB: yeah no shit! TT: I might have to adopt a different building strategy. TT: Stick to more load-bearing walls, and blockier shapes, especially since grist has been easier to come by lately. EB: ok, but you really must be running low on time by now, right? TT: Right. EB: PRIIIIIICCCKKKKK!!!!!

#homestuck #pollstuck #john egbert #rose lalonde

[therosefrontier]

20 Questions for Writers

Got tagged by @pencilofawesomeness!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Ah, 66 of them! And if I count that Whumptober 2021 collection that I put in one work but is really 31 different oneshots, then 96, I suppose...?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

That would be 999226, from the looks of it! (oh wow I didn't realize I was so close to one million, dang...)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Genshin Impact, Tower of God, and now Twisted Wonderland have been the biggest hyperfixations over the past few years, I'd say! And also Fairy Tail! Got a few for FT due to an event...still need to continue those... And yeah, going a little older, I got My Hero Academia, Voltron, Attack on Titan, Sonic the Hedgehog, etc... Also unpublished RWBY. But then I have a lot of unpublished WIPs soooo...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hmm, looks like that would be...

Every Day We Face the World: Whumptober 2021 | Genshin Impact | 383

We Promised We Would Be Together | Genshin Impact | 342

A Day in the Life of Why Did I Take This Job | Genshin Impact | 242

And You Think, "No Escape" | Twisted Wonderland | 227

Angeli Quaeritus | My Hero Academia | 206

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Or at least, I like to! Now I do. So, with Whumptober last year, I did drop the ball on this one, I remember. I was going through the process of responding for a while and taking a long time getting back to people...and eventually, after multiple months have passed, I just went "marked read" to everything that remained. In retrospect, I kind of wish I had not overthought it so much and just made a response. I can overthink a lot of things like this. But of course, I do really really enjoy reading comments! And I like the interaction of responding. But because of my awkwardness, sometimes it's difficult knowing what to say to a compliment... I think I'm better now than I once was, though, even just compared to a year or two ago...

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, so, my first thought is Tower to Celestia on account of being my one and only "real" major character death fic, but it's more bittersweet, maybe? Since I end with the epilogue, with grown-up Klee telling the story of her friends who died and kind of sharing the legend... I think angstiest might have to go to Together We Face the Darkness, actually. Which is, uh, also character death, but canonical? It's a Whumptober piece, and for the most part, those still get happy endings, but not so much for the backstory ones...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Huh, good question! And You Think "No Escape" when I finish it, maybe but yeah, I usually end "happy" in some way, though generally following much angst, but I think I might have to go with A Day in the Life of Why Did I Take This Job for this? Ends with lightheartedly intense snowball fights, found family vibes, and Razor calling his friends "lupical" so, like, looking back on it, I think it might be up there! At least in my opinion :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I have not! At least, nothing of significance I remember. The community's been very nice.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, I do not! I don't really write romance much at all? My aroace self does not have this material in my purview in any way XD

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do! Although it's mainly in the realm of "AU of characters from fandom X now in the world of fandom Y" rather than truly making the characters collide, but on that note, I agree with @pencilofawesomeness that the The A.I.D. Universe project we were doing is probably the craziest, for sure! That concept really was just "what if all of the fandoms existed as their own world in the multiverse, and what if there was some super special interdimensional task force that deals with multiverse problems and which recruited all of these characters as members?" We never posted all that much for it, but it was a cool thought experiment back in the day, and we had a lot of ideas for the middle of the broad story and all the adventures they may have. May or may not ever really get back to this, but great memories, all the same.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, I have not!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Again with the A.I.D. project with @pencilofawesomeness, and more than that, some things we did in the past before the AO3 days...

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm not really a shipper? So, hard to say, but if I were to pick one, it might be Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, actually? That said, it completely flew over my head actually watching the show; the fondness comes from fandom content, honestly, as is the case with many such things XD

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oof, that is the question. I would like to think that I'll get back to everything in time (what I've published, at least), although there are a few old ones that I think I'll end up making much shorter than originally planned, Angeli Quaeritus included (that one haunts me hard...). Sonic Reloaded, however, is probably not going to happen at all, unfortunately. Same with the A.I.D. Files.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Huh...good question. Weaving introspection into the prose, maybe? Interweaving complicated plot elements and making stuff connect? Making multiple POVs work? I'm not really sure. I feel like a lot of this just goes into the way I like to write, as a matter of style. But the latter point is something I've actually been called out for fairly recently in comments by others, so...thank you? It was encouraging to hear, anyways!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes have always been tough. I think I'm better now than I used to be, but choreography is tough, and I applaud those who can make it work! Besides that I can struggle with being longwinded and not knowing where to put the worldbuilding in when there is some. Also character descriptions. As in, physical descriptions. How do I describe?? Fanfics spoil me in that I can get away with not really having to do that most of the time, since the main characters are usually known to the reader, but it still comes up.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't think I really have...? I can see where it can add to the immersion, but also, don't want readers to just...not understand what's going or have to use a translate app. Sometimes I will sprinkle in words in another language when I think that is the word that best describes the thing or it's a very specific cultural thing. I also will use Japanese honorifics for Japanese media sometimes, though not strictly. I'm not using it nearly as often as an actual speaker (or the canon media) would, but it feels right to throw it in at places, because that's what I hear in my head? And also, it's just far more specific than anything English has to translate it to? Although I'm not always consistent (and I've probably also been inaccurate at places too, admittedly). Like for instance with Twisted Wonderland, Cater will call Lilia "Lilia-chan", but the English localization just uses "Lils" to indicate a nickname, so I've also used "Lils" in writing Cater's speech, but on the other hand, I'll write Sebek as referring to Lilia as "sama" or "senpai" because that is just way more precise to what he means.

Also, speaking of Twisted Wonderland, it's canonical that Rook randomly peppers French into his speech, so...yeah. Things like that XD

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sonic the Hedgehog! Way, way long ago into yesteryear and long buried... Warrior Cat RPs came around at near the same time for me, though, I think...

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Honestly? I think that would have to be my current big project, And You Think, "No Escape". I'm just really, really glad with the way it's been turning out, and I'm almost done, too! Just a couple more chapters to go. Feels like a breakthrough for me as a writer... I've been at this for a long time, but it feels like it hasn't been until recently that I truly grasped my own style and how to make an executable idea, if that makes sense? But anyways, I like to call myself a found-family-loving whump writer who also likes a feel of action and adventure, and this fic is pretty much exactly that. The fandom inspired me by a lot, for sure. These characters grabbed hold of my heart and now I have a vested interest in seeing these boys talk about their feelings (not an easy task XD). It's been a wild ride, but yeah, I've had a blast!

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So...yeah! That! Now let's see... going to tag @resident-normal-person, @wintersphoenix, and @comfort-questing! No pressure, of course! Just if you want to! And also to anyone else who sees this and wants to, you may feel free to take it on!

#writing #tag game #fanfic #musings and thoughts #writing in general has been such a wild ride honestly #been such a long time since I was a small bean writing on [redacted] #and learning to write on text roleplays #my past [WIPs] haunts me #but even so #man I love this hobby so much :)

[oseathepebble]

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry! For everyone!

Peer into my muse's memories

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

(This got way longer than I meant it to LOL)

You peer into Tsukiko's memory and find one that makes them feel angry:

It was just a regular school day and Tsukiko was making preparations for the kendo club meeting that would start just as soon as the preparations were done and the other members got back from changing

"Is this the kendo club Enma-kun was talking about?" Tsukiko heard students talking from outside the club room. Their eyes lit up with excitement. Those must be the people Yuuken had recruited earlier that day. The club already had the required amount of members, but they were always happy to accept more members

"Excuse me, but is this the kendo club?" A male student asked as soon as he entered the room

Tsukiko turned around. "Yes, this is it. Are you looking to join?" They asked

"Uh, yeah. Where's the captain of the club? We should talk to him about joining right?" The other student asked. He looked around the room and saw it was only Tsukiko in there

"You're talking to her," Tsukiko tried not to get angry. Maybe they thought Yuuken was the captain

The boys stared for a second before laughing. "You!? No no no, a small girl like you can't the captain. Come on, where's Enma-kun?"

"Right here," Yuuken said as he came up behind the boys. He obviously towered over the two boys. "Is there a problem?" He asked, keeping a calm face on

"Ah, Enma-kun! You wouldn't believe this, this girl thought she could fool us and get us to think she's the captain!" One of the boys laughed

"Tsukiko is the captain," Yuuken said with a straight face. He walked past the boys and stood beside Tsukiko. "I'm just the vice-captain,"

"EH!? But she looks like she should be some other non-athletic club!" Both boys looked shocked. "She's just some girl. The two of us are probably twice as strong as her!

By now, the others club members had gone into the practice room and were watching the entire scene unfold

Tsukiko felt their blood boil as the boys spoke. Just some girl? They were way more than that. "Wow. . . I guess, if I'm just some girl. And you two are SO much stronger than me, then I suppose you two wouldn't have any problem beating me, two on one?"

"But we're not that experienced in kendo yet-" Tsukiko cut them off. "I never said it had to be a kendo match," They started to take off their armor. "Beat me and I'll quit the club cause apparently I'm not strong enough to be in an athletic club,"

"Kiko, are you sure?" Yuuken asked as he placed a hand on their shoulder. He had no doubt that Tsukiko would win, but he was more concerned that they might get in trouble for getting into a fight

"I'm sure," Tsukiko responded. And the fight soon began

It didn't take long for Tsukiko to beat the boys in a fight. The two boys were on the ground, dazed, confused, and in pain. "How. . . How did some girl just beat us!"

Being called "some girl" one more time made Tsukiko snap. When the boys stood up, Tsukiko immediately punched them so hard in the face that they fell to the floor again. "Just some girl huh? God you're so ARROGANT! Get off your high horse and realize that just because you were born a male, doesn't make you better! I've proven that I'm stronger than both of you and yet you have the nerve to still call me 'some girl'? Get out of this club room. I don't want to see either one of you on campus ever again!"

After being yelled at, the boys got up, collected their things and quickly left, afraid of getting yelled at more or punched

Tsukiko breathed heavily to try and calm down. Yuuken placed a hand on their shoulder. "Calm down Kiko, they're not worth getting worked up over,"

Tsukiko took a final deep breath before exhaling. "You're right. I've already proved that I'm better than them. Now that they're gone, let's start today's practice,"

You peer into Damien's memory and find one that makes him feel angry:

Damien and Adrian had just gotten back from school. A sweet smell came from the kitchen and Damien immediately recognized it to be the smell of a freshly baked galette

"Adrian! Adrian! They made galette! I can smell it. Let's go eat some with Father!" Damien grabbed Adrian's hand and the two excited boys run to the kitchen

When inside the kitchen, the chef greets the two boys. "Welcome back Young Masters. Are you here for a galette?" The chef asks. The boys nod in response and so the chef hands them both a plate with a slice of galette on it

"Can we have one more? Father loves galette!" Damien asks. He fails to see the sudden wave of sadness come across the chef's face

"Your father already ate. You boys go enjoy your galette now," The chef ushers them out of the kitchen

The boys share a look of confusion, but they don't let that stop them. They could just share the galettes with their father. The twins head upstairs to their father's room. When they get to the door, they can hear crying come from inside

Adrian opens the door and inside they find their mother sitting by their father's bed, holding his hand and crying. "Mother. . ? Why are you crying?"

"Your father. . . is dead. . ." Their mother manages to choke out through her tears

Damien drops his plate on the floor. It makes a loud noise as it shatters, but he couldn't hear it. His eyes went wide as the world seemed to go mute. When he finally came back to his senses, he felt a boiling rage. "But they said. . . he was getting better. . . They said he should be better soon. THEY LIED. THEY LIED TO ME!" He bolts out the room, tears of sadness and frustration run down his cheeks

The hallways he ran through just seemed to get longer and it felt like he had been running forever. But he didn't care. All that was on his mind was the rage he felt from being lied to. He was told lies that got his hopes up but the truth crumbled all that hope to the ground

You peer into Adrian's memory and find one that makes him feel angry:

Adrian and Damien were in their second year and word of what Damien had done to Kalim had somehow reached Adrian. He was in the forest behind the school, waiting for Damien to meet him

Damien arrived at where Adrian told to meet him at. "What is this about Adrian?" He crossed his arms, he looked like he was already impatient

"What the FUCK is wrong with you Damien!?" Adrian started, he was already clearly angry. "I heard what happened between you and Kalim! How fucked up do you have to be to break someone's heart like that!"

Damien rolled his eyes. "Is this what you wanted to do here? Yell at me and tell me how wrong I am?" He raised an eyebrow. "You wanna tell me all I did wrong like I haven't already been shunned for my actions by my entire dorm?"

"Look. I get it, you're trying to marry someone rich just like mother wants us to do. But you're going about this all wrong! Kalim is just a first year! No one deserves to have their heart broken like that! Why don't you just find someone that you actually like who's also rich!?" Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose

"Cause I know I'm bound to hurt them! If I find someone to love, I'll just mess things up and they'll leave me! Just like all our friends did when we were kids. If I manage to get someone who I feel nothing for to love me, if I mess things up, at least I won't feel like shit when I eventually drive them away," Damien shot back

"Then stop being toxic! You won't drive people away if you stop being rude and toxic. You're sabotaging your own relationships! This is entirely your fault," Adrian was getting angrier by the second

"You say this as if you're better than me," Those words made Adrian go quiet. "Our friends didn't just leave me, they also left you. I'm not the only one messing up relationships. What did Trey say to you when he saw you bullying that student? Hm? That he doesn't tolerate people like you?"

"Shut up. . ." Adrian muttered. Damien had hit him right in the heart. He brought up the one thing that hurt him the most in that moment. Trey had refused to talk to him unless he changed his ways and stopped bullying

"I really thought you knew better than to think you could tell me what I did wrong when you still have so many things going wrong in your own life," Damien turned around and walked away, leaving Adrian upset and boiling with rage

#tsukiko kawashima #damien marwood #adrian marwood #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst mc

[boulevardk]

Predator (m)

- Paring: Yuta x reader (f) + the smallest feature of Renjun

- Genre: alien!Yuta / scientist!reader / non-idol AU / monster au

- Word count: 8.2k

- Summary: You were just supposed to be collecting data samples on an abandoned space station on several planets from your own. It was a procedural mission that you had completed countless times on other planets… Only none of the other planets you had visited in the past had ever hinted at an extraterrestrial presence before. You have a team of researchers with you and all the protective equipment you need… So, why do you feel so on-edge? And what’s that sound following behind you? Are your eyes playing tricks on you, or is that the outline of a shadowy figure in front of you? From being the dominant human species on Earth, you’re about to find out the hard way that you’re the definition of prey to the creature before you. And he’s about to show you why.

- Warnings: NONCON, mentions of character death (NOTHING IS ACTUALLY WRITTEN ABOUT EXPLICITLY), alien smut, tentacles, profanity, oral (m & f receiving), extreme bimbofication, innocence corruption, virgin kink, double penetration, humiliation, tentacle bondage, hair pulling, sadism, lots and lots of cum, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, yuta has. a really big dick

WARNING PT. 2: THIS FIC HAS NONCON. READ WITH CAUTION. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. READ THE OTHER WARNINGS CLOSELY. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE THEMES, PLEASE DO NOT READ AND BE SAFE. I CAN NOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

- a/n: i have been gone forever and busy and. dead, i guess. hopefully, this can hold you over until my other fics come out. this is my first time writing noncon. i was inspired by this h*nt*i i saw the other day (will i be banned if i didn't censor that). yeah, this is something new and darker for my account, so i hope you like it. this is kind of proofread but like. not fully.

- Jay

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You slammed the trunk of your car shut as you struggled to carry the heavy equipment in your hands. It didn’t help that the ground below you was so uneven and rocky that it made you stumble while you tried to balance the expensive tools in your tiring arms. And it especially didn’t help that your partner was too busy ogling the terrain around him to help lend you a hand.

Your partner, Renjun, practically had stars in his eyes (no pun intended) as he surveyed the planet. “Can you believe this? This is incredible! Have you ever seen something so beautiful?”

“It sure would be a lot more beautiful if I could actually see it instead of having our supplies tower over me,” you grumbled.

“Wow! I can’t believe we finally get to visit a planet with suspected alien life!” Renjun nearly shouted, “This was the main reason I chose this career in the first place!”

“And you know what, Renjun?” you shot him a glare, “I didn’t agree to become a butler when I got this job, but for some bizarre reason, my partner is treating me like one.”

Renjun hummed in confusion as he turned to you, before realizing that your arms were about to give out with how much stuff you were carrying, “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m just starstruck, you know? Get it? Starstruck? Because we’re in space-”

“Yeah, Renjun,” you sighed, “I got it the first time. Gee, haven’t heard that one before.”

Renjun rolls his eyes as you two continue to walk towards the space station with the rest of your research team, “If I had a free hand, I would smack you right now. C’mon! This is what we’ve been working toward since we were kids! You can’t tell me this isn’t the tiniest bit exciting? We might actually find alien life!”

Once your team reaches the entrance to the base, you all set your equipment down on one of the tables that had been brought by a researcher. As your tired arms finally become free, you take a look around you and truly are in awe.

The planet is unlike any you had ever seen throughout your career. Miraculously, the planet is similar to Earth’s in its air quality, so your research team doesn’t have to wear space suits- much to your delight considering how heavy and cumbersome they are.

Much like Mars, the planet has a reddish-brown surface. However, spouting from the planet’s surface are geysers with surprisingly gentle streams of dazzlingly blue water shooting forth. As you turn around, you see the most beautiful trees and wildlife you have ever encountered. Although the bark of the trees was a similar shade of light brown to many of the trees on Earth, the leaves are a stunning swirl of various shades of purple, yellow, and white. Your mouth remains agape as you take in the world around you.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Renjun quips from beside you, making you flinch and snap out of your daze.

You scoff a bit and push him away from you jokingly, “Yes, it is beautiful. That much we can agree on. What we can’t agree on, however, is the existence of alien life on this planet. Only that’s not a difference of opinion. There is no alien life on this planet, and that’s a fact,” you state as you lace up the boots as part of your protective gear on retrieval missions such as this.

“Look, I know you’re basically a space conspiracy theorist at heart- which makes no sense because you’re literally an astrophysicist- but we’re people of science, Renjun. We do research and put our faith in cold, hard facts. We don’t blindly believe in things like aliens just because we hope that they’re real,” you ration, “What’s next? You’re going to believe the Earth is flat?”

Renjun shoots you a glare and slaps your arm, “Of course not, stupid. We literally flew on a spaceship from the very round Earth in order to get here. That’s just ridiculous.”

You smile at him, “Now you know how foolish your theories sound.”

He opens his mouth to argue before being cut off by the team’s director, “Alright, everyone, listen up! This should be just another routine data collection mission, but you know the drill- stick to teams of two minimum. We’re going to be staying on the planet for a couple of days, so once you’re done with your sample collection, head back to the ship.”

The two of you nod and enter the base with the rest of the team. Unlike a majority of the team members, you and Renjun walk further into the space station to hopefully collect more unique samples from the remains of the base.

You turn to Renjun and laugh, “You’re practically shaking with excitement, you know?”

Rolling his eyes he responds, “Tease me all you want. I know there’s some sort of extraterrestrial life hidden in here somewhere. Just you wait, I’m going to prove you wrong and then win the Nobel Prize when I get back to Earth after I have not only successfully communicated with, but also established an alliance with the alien population. You’ll see.”

Nodding your head, you chuckle in disbelief, “Sure thing, Renjun.”

You both enter a cluttered lab and are about to set down your tools and get to work when you hear a shuffling down the hall. Turning to each other, you’re concerned and whisper, “What was that? No one else from our team walked as far into the base as we did.”

While you’re uneasy, Renjun just looks ecstatic and whispers, “Maybe it’s the aliens! Okay, we don’t want to overwhelm them by meeting two humans at the same time… Maybe we should split up. That way, the alien will be able to meet us one at a time and won’t be intimidated by our presence.”

Before you can open your mouth to protest, Renjun is already out the door and walking off towards a different quadrant of the base. You shake your head in shock and freeze when you hear a rustling sound once more.

You tense in anxiety before blinking thrice.

What were you thinking?

There’s no such thing as alien life. You had stated that as early as half an hour ago, so why were you so nervous? You felt quite foolish, honestly. Maybe Renjun’s ridiculous theories were getting to you.

You roll your eyes and continue to retrieve the equipment from your bag, letting a sigh escape your lips. You just hoped that Renjun stayed out of trouble on his fruitless search for aliens and that your supervisor didn’t punish both of you for Renjun’s witless wonder for extraterrestrial life.

Hearing a hissing sound in the room, you shake it off, figuring it’s just the sound of some old tech long forgotten in the base. You only begin to grow uneasy when the noise persists and actually begins to grow louder. So, maybe it’s not some old tech…

You swear you hear clanking in the halls and fight the urge to whip your head towards the doorway. It’s probably just Renjun trying to scare you as a way of payback for teasing him about aliens. He’s been your friend since childhood, so you knew first hand that he always could be quite vengeful.

You’re about to go back to your research when the electric lantern you and Renjun brought with you begins to flicker. Picking it up hastily, you hit it with your palm a few times in the hope that it will stop its flashing.

The lantern does, in fact, stop its flashing. However, after it stops flickering, the luminosity grows brighter and brighter before you, and you have to shield your eyes with your free hand to keep yourself from being blinded by the sudden burst of light.

As quickly as the lightbulb has begun to shine with an incredible intensity, the light shuts off. Somehow, being in the dark was so much worse than almost being blinded.

You begin to hit the lantern again, desperate for the light to return- which it does. You let out a sigh of relief and try to calm your nerves.

It’s just a lantern with a faulty lightbulb- nothing more, nothing less.

That’s until you swear you hear footsteps from behind you. Looking to the doorway quickly you know that no one had entered the room- Renjun certainly hadn’t, at least.

Putting aside your pride for not wanting to look scared, you grab the sharpest tool from your collection and dart around quickly, thrusting out the lantern in hand and keeping the sharp tool at your side.

At first, you see nothing, and you’re about to slap yourself for getting frightened for no reason. That’s until you suddenly see a pair of yellowish-green glowing eyes peering back at you from the shadows.

You yell and step back, your body hitting the counter behind you.

“Stay back!” you warn shakily, “I don’t know who- or what- you are, but I’m not afraid to use this.”

As quickly as you threatened the creature in front of you, a long, black rubbery object shot from the darkness and knocked the weapon out of your hand, leaving you defenseless and petrified in fear. The rubbery object approached you again, much slower this time, and pried the lantern from your shaking hands. You took a closer look as the object retreated back to the shadows and you gasp when you realize what it is. It’s a tentacle.

As the tentacle moves back into the darkness, it illuminates its surroundings before it stops directly in front of what appears to be a human man who, after making eye contact with you, reveals a sinister smile.

“Ah, yes,” the man smiles, “You’ll do just nicely.”

At that, he places the lantern down on a table beside him and stares at it for a second before the lightbulb’s brightness begins to increase again. Before you know it, the entire room is dimly lit, and you get to see what monster is really standing in front of you.

Although the creature’s body appears to be normal and resembling that of a human man, from his back emerge tentacles the length of at least 50 feet from what you can see. The size is just as large- perhaps being as thick as your thigh. Some tentacles appear to be larger than others, but they’re all horrifying nonetheless.

You let out a scream and sprint to the door as quickly as you can. Before you can reach the door, a tentacle darts past you and slams the door shut in your face before quickly barricading the closed door with nearby furniture scattered throughout the room. As quickly as the exit of the room is closed and fortified, a tentacle slithers around your waist and picks you off the ground.

Terrified, you begin hitting the tentacle around you as hard as you can, desperate to get out of its wet confinement. As you do so, another tentacle wraps around your upper body, effectively keeping your arms forcefully by your sides. By this point, you’re making as much noise as possible for somebody- anybody to come and save you from the monster before you. You open your mouth to shriek once more before a hand is roughly clasped over your mouth. Opening your eyes, you come face to face with the beast who has you in their grasp.

“A pretty one, aren’t you?” the man says calmly as if he doesn’t have you held against your will, “And a loud one at that, huh? No need for that, baby. We’re so far from the rest of your people that you could scream until your lungs give out, and still no one would hear you.”

Your eyes are still wide with fear, and you flinch as smaller tentacles protrude from the man’s back and make their way toward you, brushing against your arm and up and down your legs.

“You’re a scientist, right,” he looks at you expectantly as if you can answer with his hand over your mouth, “Your people called me Yuta… before they all “left”, anyways.”

The beast, Yuta, says “left” with a playful look, and you realize in horror that whatever atrocities that happened here could have only been caused by the monster in front of you.

“Don’t worry, I know who you are too, human. I’ve had my eyes on you since the moment you landed on my planet,” Yuta brings his free hand up to your face and drags his fingers over the skin that’s not covered by his hand that’s over your mouth, “Oh, and I wouldn’t advise putting your hope in that hands of that Renjun fellow… He’s much too far away to get to you now. Maybe when all of this is done, I might not kill him. I haven’t decided yet.”

You squirm in Yuta’s grip and let out a scream that’s muffled by his hand.

The man tilts his head as he looks at you in curiosity, “I’ve never had a human before… unless you count killing one. Then, trust me, I’ve done plenty of that,” the man grins at you with an evil glint in his eye, “That was all good and fun… but none of it is going to be as fun as what I’m about to do to you.”

You let out a shout when tentacles rip your clothes off- top, bottoms, and undergarments.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere!” Yuta exclaims in sadistic glee, “I’ve never seen a human pussy before, but my does yours look pretty… I bet it tastes even better.”

He removed his hand from your mouth and as you’re about to shriek, a tentacle is effectively jammed into your mouth and begins to fuck into your throat slowly.

“You like it?” Yuta asks, gesturing to the tentacle in your mouth, “I mean, you have no choice, so it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, but I’m sure it’s much better than human cocks, right?”

You try to shake your head and get the slithering object out of your mouth, but it just fucks deeper into your throat as you struggle. You’re so distracted by trying to get the tentacle in your mouth out that you gasp in shock as you're lifted into the air and above Yuta’s awaiting mouth.

“Hm, that’s more like it,” Yuta looks up at you with a smile, “Look here, baby, I bet the measly men on your pathetic planet don’t have this.”

Opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, you’re mortified to see that his tongue is like a snake’s as he wiggles the muscle out for you to see. Smirking at your terror, he rearranges his tentacles so your legs are spread apart- one new tentacle around each of your ankles to ensure you don’t try to close your legs. Now your pussy is a little way in front of Yuta’s face.

You struggle and thrash, frantic to get out of the tentacles and away from Yuta, but it’s to no avail.

“Go ahead and struggle all you want, sweetheart,” Yuta chuckles, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Your pussy finally makes contact with Yuta’s tongue and you squeal at the sensation.

“Hm,” Yuta moans, “You taste so good, I might just keep you alive so I can fuck you forever.”

Your throat is raw with all the screaming you’ve been doing plus the tentacle in your mouth. What was happening? What were you going to do? You were alone with this monster who’s going to do god knows what to you, and all you had to do was sit back and take it.

Yuta lifted his hands and placed them around your thighs, bringing you ever closer to him as he hummed into your cunt.

As terrifying as the experience was… it felt so good.

What are you talking about? You’re being used by this monster and taken advantage of. No matter how good it was, you made a promise with yourself not to cum.

Your eyes squinted shut as you continued to flail in the creature’s hold. Trying your best to conceal any sounds of pleasure you had, you tried to continue screaming.

Looking up, Yuta smiled at your expression, and he could only imagine what kind of thoughts were going on in your head before he decided to up the pleasure.

You were already feeling so good on his tongue alone, and you nearly choked on Yuta’s tentacle when he added another surprise. You looked down and saw yet another tentacle vibrating directing on your clit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Still feeling overwhelmed from the pleasure whilst trying to keep your promise of not cumming, you continued to choke occasionally on the tentacle in your mouth. Yuta’s ears perked at the sound as he continued to eat you out, and he decided he wanted to hear the noise even more.

He began forcing the tentacle down your throat to the point of you choking every time it went into your mouth. God, did Yuta love the sound. He could only imagine what you would sound like if he were to shove his cock into your mouth instead.

Your thighs began to clench as your resolve not cum began to weaken as the seconds went by. Yuta was a monster; there was no denying it. Not too long ago, he admitted to killing people- your people, nonetheless. And, yet, no matter how sinister Yuta was, he was giving you the pleasure you had never felt before.

“I may not have fucked a human before…” Yuta trailed off as he mumbled against your mound, “But I know you’re close. Give me a little taste, baby. I know you want to.”

His voice rang in your ears and as much as you tried to collect yourself, you felt yourself come undone under his tongue. A muffled scream was let out and echoed through the room. Your thighs were quivering and your breathing uneasy.

Yuta pulled his tongue away from your pussy, and you involuntarily whined at the loss of the feeling. Yuta chuckled at your behavior, “Aw, you miss my tongue? What happened to all that screaming and thrashing, hm?”

You shut your eyes in embarrassment at his comment. You were just mortified about the whole experience as he was amused. You hated yourself for it, but it only made you wetter.

“I must say, you were quite delicious… even more delicious than the blood of your fellow researchers, certainly,” Yuta thinks out loud.

Your eyes widen at that again. You had been so caught up in how Yuta made you feel sexually, that you had neglected the fact that he was a legitimate monster. You shook your head and tried to get out a word.

Looking at you in amusement, Yuta removed his tentacle from your mouth and chuckled as you sputtered and coughed to catch your breath. Once you had regained your composure enough to speak, you croaked, “Please, just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about you.”

Yuta looked at you with an eyebrow raised, “Oh, please; we both know you’re lying. You’re not even trying to sound convincing. And even if you did manage to escape- which you won’t- I would just kill you and the rest of your team anyways.”

You stare at him in disbelief. He just mentioned that he would take you and the rest of your team’s lives with the most nonchalant tone you had ever heard.

“And besides, you’re really going to ask to be set free after I just got you off in record time? How long would that have taken a human male, huh? I forgot how ungrateful humans can be…” Yuta tsks, “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson, then.”

In the blink of an eye, the tentacles move you into another position. This time, you’re bent over, facing Yuta whilst a smaller tentacle binds your hands behind your back and the tentacle that once bound your arms suspends you from the ceiling.

You gasp at the feeling of being moved so effortlessly against your will. What was Yuta going to do to you next?

Yuta reaches for his waist and begins to unbuckle his pants. Much to your horror, Yuta pulls down his pants and reveals a gigantic cock that you know for a fact would never fit inside any part of you without splitting you in half. The base is a dark shade of purple with ridges along the sides, and the cock gradually turns red as it grows closer to the tip. The tip, an angry shade of red, is leaking precum already.

Your eyes widen once more in terror and you begin to stammer, “No, I- please. I don’t want to suck you off. Please just- just let me go.”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. It’s time your species learned some manners,” Yuta says matter of factly, “Plus, you owe me an orgasm, and you must be out of your damn mind if you think I’m going to let you out alive without filling you to the brim with my cum.”

Before you could object any further, he shoves his cock into your mouth, choking you immediately. Unlike his tentacle, which took some time before making you choke (albeit Yuta chose to shove it into you further), Yuta’s cock has you gagging instantly.

And the thing is, it hasn’t even gone all the way in yet. You’re overwhelmed by the tip alone with how thick it is. He hasn’t even gotten a fourth of the way into your mouth yet before his cock is touching the back of your throat and effectively making you choke.

“Aw, would you look at that,” Yuta cooed with mock sympathy, “Your tiny, human mouth can’t even take half of me… I can’t imagine how much more painful it’s going to be when I fuck that pussy of yours. I already know you’re tighter there.”

You can’t even scream due to Yuta’s cock working its way into your mouth, and struggling is useless because almost every part of your body is being controlled by Yuta’s tentacles.

“You gotta loosen up, sweetheart. There’s no way I’m going to fit in otherwise,” Yuta chastises.

Unable to reply to his comment, you flinch when you feel tentacles on your backside. You squirm and try to kick them away from you, but your legs are separated again with tentacles, and you find yourself in a near split position. You flail and wiggle as the appendages grow tighter on your body. You struggle in the grip and attempt to yell as a tentacle enters your pussy suddenly without warning. Yuta continues to ease his cock into your mouth as the tentacle within you begins to move at an almost unbelievable pace.

You moan around Yuta’s cock at the feeling, and Yuta lets out a groan, “There we go, baby, just like that. Look, you’re almost halfway.”

You can barely even keep your eyes open with the coupled sensation of pleasure and pain that came from being fucked from behind while simultaneously breaking your jaw to fit a cock in your mouth that’s far too big for any human.

If you thought the sensations were crazy enough then, you flinch when you feel a tentacle run across your ass straight towards your rim. Yuta feels your mouth tense even further at the action, “Oh? Never been fucked here before, sweetheart?” he asks with an evil laugh, “Well, this must be your lucky day then.”

Flailing violently in your confinements, Yuta thrusts one of his tentacles deep into your ass with no prep, and your whole body goes slack, allowing Yuta to shove his cock further into your mouth, “I should have fucked your ass sooner if I knew I would have gotten this reaction. Remind me to stuff my cock in there later, okay, sweetheart?”

Yuta pulls his cock out a bit and thrusts it back into your mouth, beginning a steady rhythm of fucking your throat.

The tentacle in your ass begins at a rapid pace, and the sting is unbearable. You think you might pass out. You have never felt this way before in your life. Is any of this even real?

Starting to get dizzy, you see black spots in your vision as Yuta uses you like his personal fuck doll. Your body is completely limb, and the only things holding you up are Yuta’s tentacles.

“Ugh, that’s it,” Yuta groans as he continues to shove his cock into you, “I should have had a human sooner. Fuck, I can see the outline of my cock in your throat and it’s not even in all the way. Are all humans this tiny?”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t even notice until a teardrop runs down your cheek. Yuta sees this and laughs, “Aw, baby. Let me have a taste too, hm?”

He brings his hand to your cheek and collects the liquid on the pad of his finger. Bringing the finger to his lips, he hums as he sucks the salty substance off his digit before looking back at you, “Not as good as your pussy, but delicious nonetheless.”

With the tentacles fucking your pussy and ass at a brutal pace and Yuta shoving his cock down your throat, you’re beginning to lose touch with reality.

“I’m almost there, baby. I’m going to give you all of my load, and you’re going to take every last drop,” Yuta warns, “And if not… well, you might join the rest of the humans that once occupied this base.”

The threat of death should petrify you, but his statement goes in one ear and out the other. You’re barely staying conscious, and you’re far too overwhelmed with his cock and his tentacles to be worried about death. In fact, you’re worried you might die from the way Yuta is making you feel in the moment.

“Here it comes, sweetheart,” Yuta groans out, “Fuck!”

Yuta lets out a monstrous growl, and you feel a waterfall of cum shoot down your throat. The salty substance overflows from your mouth and the remainder of cum shooting from Yuta’s cock hits you like a firehose and effectively covers your entire face. You close your eyes just in time before his cum is plastered on your skin.

Simultaneously, each tentacle inside you releases their own amount of cum into you, making your pussy and your ass ooze with large amounts of the salty liquid spilling from your holes and flowing down your body.

“Ah, I haven’t cum that hard in a while…” Yuta sighs, “Let’s see if we can beat that record, shall we?”

Opening your eyes, you feel his cum run down your cheek. You take a look around you, and you swear you’re seeing stars. You let out a squeal as Yuta’s tentacles pull themselves from your backside. Yuta smiles with a dark look in his eyes, “I love all the little sounds you make. It just makes me want to fuck you harder.”

He repositions his tentacles and has you turned to face him at a slanted angle with all of your limbs stretched out, each being tugged on by their own tentacle. Your pussy, glistening with a mix of your cum and Yuta’s, is on display for the alien before you.

You let out a mix of what sounds like a groan and a whimper, and Yuta takes your face in his hand, smushing your cheeks together tightly, “I don’t know what the men on Earth are like, sweetheart, but I can go for hours- days, even. And I can give you so cum that your belly will be bulging. Has anyone on your planet ever had an alien-human hybrid before?” Yuta asks the rhetorical question with a tilt of his head, “Would you like to be the first?”

Coming from your daze with the mention of Yuta getting you pregnant, your head shoots up out of his grip to look at him, “No, please, don’t! Please, you- you don’t understand. I have never… I have never been with someone like… that. Please don’t fuck me! You’re- you’re too big for me!”

Yuta lets out a laugh in delight, “You’re a virgin and you’ve never been fucked in the ass before? Now it’s my lucky day.”

Before you can open your mouth to speak any further, Yuta rams his gigantic cock into your pussy, and you let out a scream of pain and terror. Similar to when Yuta fucked your mouth, your pussy is much too tight and small to fit all of him. That doesn’t stop Yuta from shoving his cock into you anyways.

“Fuck,” Yuta curses, “Are all humans this tight too? I can’t imagine how tight your ass is, then.”

You continue screaming as the pain rushes through your body. You’re helpless as your limbs are pulled apart by Yuta’s tentacles, and you feel like you’re on fire.

“Please!” you cry, “You’re too big! You’re going to te-tear me apart!”

Yuta laughs sadistically at your words, “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

He begins at a ruthless pace as he fucks your pussy, and your screams echo throughout the room. Your throat is numb from your yelling and especially from Yuta fucking your mouth, but you try to scream anyway, although all your noises really do sound like croaks at this point.

Your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head, and you’re unsure if it’s in pain or pleasure. You honestly can’t tell the difference with what Yuta is doing to you.

He quickens his pace once more and miraculously manages to fit half of his cock in your tiny hole, “That’s good, baby… But not good enough.”

You feel like you’re being split in half. Using more force in his thrusts, he stuffs your pussy with even more cock, and you practically feel it in your guts. Yuta groans before looking down at your stomach and chuckling, “You see that, sweetheart?”

You’re delirious by this point and hardly register his words. He grabs a fist-full of your hair and forces your neck downwards so that you can glimpse at what he was talking about. Much to your horror and Yuta’s delight, there’s a large bulge that appears in your stomach every time Yuta thrusts into you.

“You like that, baby?” Yuta asks. You try to shake your head, but Yuta’s grasp on your hair says otherwise as he forcefully nods your head, “I sure hope you like that bulge, because I’m going to put a load of cum in you that’s so much bigger. Your tummy is going to inflate with my cum and then there will be a baby growing in you that’s even larger than the bulge.”

You whine in fear and pain as he continues to pound into you.

“Who am I kidding?” Yuta asks incredulously, “I’m going to put a baby in you whether you like the way the bulge looks or not.”

His laugh echoes through the room as he continues to pound into you. You feel your whole body shake with each forceful thrust. Not only is Yuta’s strength and girth maximized, but his speed is just as powerful. His cock is moving in and out of your pussy so rapidly that it hardly looks like the bulge ever leaves.

“Please! Please, let me go!” you cry, “Oh, my god!”

Yuta scoffs at your comment, leaning towards you to whisper in your ear, “There is no god here, sweetheart. No one is coming to save you. And I’m sure you’d enjoy this all a lot more if you stopped struggling… Although, I know I’m enjoying this a lot more knowing that you continue to struggle anyway.”

You clench your jaw and begin to taste the faint flavors of iron from the blood threatening to leak from your tongue as you bite into it. Your eyes shoot open as you begin to taste something salty as well.

Immediately, you open your mouth and spit out the salty substance. You feel sick as you get a glimpse of the liquid that came from your mouth. It’s precum.

“How-” you stammer helplessly, “How is that even-”

Yuta cuts you off, “You couldn’t even begin to imagine what’s possible around here, baby, much less what I’m capable of.”

Somehow, Yuta manages to increase the speed even further, and his once brutal pace becomes even more unforgiving. Opening your mouth to scream at the sensation, you suddenly gasp as you feel vibrations on your clit. You look down and see that Yuta’s tongue, much like his tentacles, has grown in length and found its way to your mound. This way, Yuta is able to fuck you into the next century and eat you out at the same time.

“Oh,” you moan as your eyes flutter shut. The sensations are so overwhelming, that this time you’re certain you’ll lose all consciousness soon if the feelings persist. The mix of pain and pleasure is undefinable. You feel Yuta’s cock stretch you out in ways you had never been (nor ever wanted to) be stretched, and the pain is constantly shooting through your body with each thrust. On the other hand, Yuta’s tongue on your clit has your eyes rolling towards the back of your head and your tongue actually sticking out of your mouth, a steady trail of drool falling from your lips. The black spots return to your vision.

“S-stop I… It’s too- it’s too much. Take it o-out,” you stammer without truly being able to voice your pleas.

Looking away from where his cock meets your cunt, Yuta hums and stares at you with a smirk before momentarily lifting his tongue from your clit, “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body is saying another, sweetheart.”

And the worst part is that he’s not lying. You’re practically soaked. Even if you had still been wearing your clothes, the trickle of cum slipping down your legs would have stained the material. It doesn’t help either that your expression has you looking dazed beyond belief. You feel like you’re in hell and on cloud nine all at once.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” the alien groans, “I can’t wait to knock you up and then see the way your body changes for me. There’s never been an alien-human hybrid before, but I hope your tits swell with milk the same way my species does when they’re pregnant.”

Satisfied with your fucked-out expression, Yuta intensifies the stimulation to your clit, and you feel like you’re vibrating just like his tongue is. Your toes are curling and your hands keep clenching without anything to grasp onto and tether you to this planet.

You’re babbling incoherently at this point, “I can’t- oh it feels… Oh…”

Yuta smiles at your figure and picks up the pace of his thrusts as he nears his high. You let out a whine when he pauses his tongue movements to speak, “I’m about to cum, baby… How about ladies go first?”

With that, he fucks into you at the hardest speed and forces yet, finally shoving his entire cock in and impaling you on his girth. You’ve rolled your eyes to the back of your head so many times that you fear they might roll out.

“Oh, my fucking- ah!” you scream and cum as hard as you ever had in your entire life. It’d actually be more accurate to say that you came as hard as all your previous orgasms on Earth combined. Your whole vision goes black and your head droops against your will. When you finally come to, your senses are overwhelmed by even the slightest stimulation in the room.

Your whole body continues to shake after you’ve reached your climax, and you’re about to let out a sigh of relief before you realize that Yuta hasn’t stopped, let alone slowed down his actions. He’s still thrusting just as hard and even continues to fuck you with his tongue.

“No! No! I already came!” you shrieked as you felt yourself nearing an orgasm once more, “Stop it! It’s- it’s too much! I’m too s-sensitive!”

“Yeah? Does it look like I fucking care?” Yuta snaps harshly as he continues to fuck you.

As always, Yuta continues to ignore your cries and focuses on using your body to get off. He jams his cock into your small cunt and hisses as he feels you tighten even further after your first orgasm has passed and your second one rises due to the overstimulation. The feeling of Yuta hissing directly on your clit has you squealing and using all the strength in your lower body to try and force your legs shut but to no avail. You reach your high at record time, now having cum three times total. There are tears actively streaming down your face and pooling at the abdomen once they’ve run down your cheek.

“Take all my fucking cum, you whore,” Yuta sneers, “A whore on Earth and an even bigger whore on this planet just for me. Take what I’m giving you and accept it.”

Yuta lets out a bellowing roar as he fills you up. You feel the cum shoot into your pussy and turn every inner part of your white. The cum just keeps coming, and your eyes bulge as a burst of cum shoots from your mouth. Your jaw’s open painfully wide as you wretch up the salty fluid. The powerful stream persists and has you choking and unable to breathe as your intestines are filled with just Yuta.

When the cum finally stops and you can attempt to catch your breath, the bitter, salty flavor still dominates your tastebuds. You feel as if your whole body is heavier, and you can only imagine in horror that that feeling is a result of Yuta’s cum having filled your intestines.

You cough weakly in a pathetic attempt to regain yourself. Yuta stares at you in amusement.

“Cool trick, right?” Yuta asks jokingly, “Now I know your people can’t do that.”

You’re still unable to breathe let alone listen and reply to Yuta. What the fuck did he just do to you? How could you have been so unfortunate that this could have happened to you? What had you done wrong?

Yuta looks towards you for a response to his comment when he realizes you’re still just attempting to recover from your near-death experience induced by the monster himself. “Well, you take your time, sweetheart, I know I will.”

The monster claps his hands and you’re immediately moved by the tentacles once more. This time, you’re suspended from the ceiling with one thick tentacle holding you up by your waist as you’re bent forward, facing the ground. Another appendage gathers your wrists together and secures them behind your back.

You swing limply from the tentacles as they force your body into the desired position. Now there’s a mixture of drool, blood, and Yuta’s cum that trickles from your mouth. The flavors all mix together at this point, and you can't tell them apart.

“Now that your cunt has been properly fucked and your womb has been nicely filled thanks to yours truly,” Yuta says in a gracious manner as he gestures to your cunt that’s still spurting large globs of cum sporadically, “It’s time for me to use that ass like my own personal cum dumpster as well.”

Still struggling to recover from the past abuse, you weakly kick at Yuta without even actually being able to reach him. Yuta coos at the sight, “I love to see you try to fight me. It’s just adorable.”

Yuta lines up with your backside and shoves his tongue into your ass immediately. You let out a groan as his tongue starts to assault your hole in the best way possible. Your eyes are dazed and your vision is foggy after all you’ve experienced.

Humming, Yuta pulls his tongue away from your rim, and you let out a whimper at the loss of the strange feeling, “Does every part of you taste good, human? I’ll just have to eat your ass later to confirm my theory.”

You moan lowly, unable to fully comprehend Yuta’s words as he grabs your hips and pulls you back closer to his monstrous cock before quickly ramming it inside of you, causing you to let out a blood-curdling scream in response. If you thought Yuta was too big for your pussy, then he’s got to be at least five times too big for your ass.

“Fuck!” you and Yuta both yell out at the same time for different reasons.

“You’re even tighter back here,” the monster moans, “I don’t even know how that’s possible considering your cunt fit me like a glove.”

Tears are already streaming down your face to the point Yuta starts fucking into you aggressively, not giving you a moment to catch your breath or adjust in any way possible. He’s fucking you like a man possessed. His grip on your hips is already leaving bruises as he clutches your skin tighter with every couple of thrusts. His long nails dig into your skin as well, drawing small trails of blood to leak down your sides.

“You’re- ah! You’re going to fucking kill me!” you shriek, “Take it out! Please, I’ll do anything!”

Yuta just laughs at your pleas and continues his brutal pace, “Not a chance, sweetheart. This ass is mine now. I’m going to fuck you over every surface of this base and whenever I want.”

Your eyes sting from the number of times they’ve bulged from your head, and you continue your wailing. Yuta’s managed to cram a whopping half of his cock into your ass despite the ring of the muscle being extremely tight. You feel like you’re being torn in half, and you’re genuinely not sure if you’re going to survive at this rate.

You’re unable to breathe as the air keeps getting stuck in your throat and your tears cause you to choke. You hear Yuta’s maniacal laugh ring from behind you and flood your ears. The only noises from the room are the sounds of your screeching, Yuta’s groans and curses, and the pounding of his cock into your ass.

The monster behind you groans before removing one of his hands from your waist to snap his fingers. As he goes back to holding your ass closer to each thrust, two small tentacles weave around you and stop near your chest. You open your clenched eyes just in time to see each end of the tentacles open to reveal a hole. The appendages immediately latch themselves onto your nipples, and the holes of the tentacles begin to create a sort of suction that pulls at your nipples deliciously.

“Oh,” you moan out, “Oh, my god.”

Yuta slaps your ass with enough force to have your entire body shake, “What did we talk about, baby? No such thing as gods around here to save you, remember? The only god here is me.”

He continues to fuck you, picking up the speed. Your moans from the nipple stimulation turn into near howls as the feeling of Yuta in your ass. You feel him everywhere.

“You’re,” you gurgle, “you’re going to rip- rip me in half if you don’t s-stop.”

Slapping your ass again, Yuta grabs a handful of your hair and rips your upper body towards him, “You should be so lucky to be ripped in half by me.”

As terrified and pained as you are, you feel your high rising again. You feel disgusted with yourself for being close to cumming even when the murderous monster behind you is the one responsible for all your pleasure. You clench around Yuta’s cock as you near your climax.

“Looks like you’re not so worried about my cock ripping you in half after all,” Yuta spits, “Don’t worry there, sweetheart. I’m close too, and I’ll give you an even bigger load this time, alright. My little cum dumpster has to be filled, doesn’t she?”

You whine at his words and begin to twitch as the sucking sensation on your nipples intensifies. Your limbs have turned to jelly by this point, and you let the tentacles control your near lifeless body as you ricochet forward with each forceful thrust.

“Just a little bit further…” Yuta trails off, biting his lower lip, “I’ll fit my cock in you, darling, don’t you worry.”

Yuta lands a series of spanks on your ass and watches with sadistic pleasure as the skin on your ass shakes and grows a prominent shade of red. Out of nowhere, he halts his thrusts. You raise your heavy head and try your hardest to turn your head towards him, but just as quickly as he’s stopped his thrusts, he groans and shoves into you even harder. Only this time, he’s commanded the tentacles around your abdomen to move you back to meet his cock every time he thrusts. This forces his cock into you even further, and Yuta curses when he’s finally able to fit the entirety of his gigantic cock inside your hole.

“S-stop! It hurts!” you cry out, forcing down moans, “It doesn’t f-fit!”

Yuta pulls back on your hair again, making a burning sensation erupt from your scalp, “I know I’ve already fucked you stupid, but in case you didn’t notice, I just made it fit.”

“Holy shit,” you moan out before whispering, “I think I’m going to die.”

The monster’s thrusts are relentless, and he’s infatuated with the way your hole stretches to accommodate his massive length. He lets go of your hair in favor of grabbing your hips once more. “Fuck, it’s like your body was made for me. It’s almost like your body wants me to fill all of its holes,” Yuta curses and warns, “I’m going to cum soon, sweetheart. Are you ready for me to fill this hole with cum too?”

You shake your head as best as you can and you let out a whimper as the tentacles on your tits begin to suck even harder, effectively leaving blossoming hickeys immediately. As a knee-jerk reaction to being so close to cumming, one of Yuta’s tentacles slithers down your back and begins to choke you. You sputter and gasp at the feeling, and if it weren’t for your arms being pinned behind your back, you would be frantically clawing at the appendage as it attempts to crush your windpipe.

With all that’s going on, you’re suffocated with a tragic mix of pain and pleasure that turns your brain to mush and threatens to beat your heart out of your chest. You’re being held and used against your will, and yet you’re still drunk on Yuta. The alien savagely pounding into you from behind is the only thing in your mind.

You struggle to breathe and taste the salty fluid in your mouth once more, and unlike last time, you’re obsessed with the flavor and lap it up as if it were sweet nectar. You couldn’t form a thought even if you wanted to. Feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly, you attempt to gurgle once more, but you’re silenced by the tentacle wrapped tightly around your neck.

“S-shit,” you say, no louder than a whisper, “So- so good.” At that, you cum so forcefully that your vision completely blacks out. And with the tentacle around your windpipe and the alien fucking you mercilessly, your vision remains obstructed.

“I’m going to drench you with my cum, sweetheart. You won’t know where my cum ends and your pitiful human body begins,” Yuta laughs cruelly, “Fucking take it!”

Yuta cums and, as before with your mouth, it’s too much for your ass to take. Once he’s stuffed your ass full, Yuta pulls out, leaving the ring of muscle stretched, loose, and leaking cum by the gallon full. The tentacles holding you up immediately drop you as a reaction to Yuta’s orgasm, and you fall directly in front of Yuta where a flood of his cum drowns you. Your entire body is coated by a murky white substance, and after becoming addicted to the alien’s taste, you desperately lick as much of it off your fingers as possible.

“Aw, would you look at that,” Yuta scoffs, “It turns out the weak little human did enjoy it… And because you made me feel so good, I might not kill the rest of your friends after all.”

You halt your actions when his words hit you and you faintly hear the frantic sound of footsteps in the hallway nearest you. Upon hearing Renjun’s voice call out your name, you hopelessly attempt to crawl towards the barricaded door. Opening your mouth to yell back to him, your blood freezes in panic when no sound comes from your vocal cords.

“Ah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere,” Yuta calls out as one of his tentacles grabs your leg and proceeds to pull you back towards him, “You’re mine now. And we’re just getting started.”

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[taechaos]

Freaky Idea

Pt. 2 of New Idea

pairing: Stepbrother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, pseudo-incest, smut

synopsis: The last guaranteed day you have with Taehyung is spent with his choice of adventure. You learn a lot of things about the history of freakshows, and how much of a freak your brother is as well.

warnings: mention of murder and somnophilia, riding, manipulation

word count: 3.8k

When Taehyung agreed to being your slave for a month, he wasn’t lying. He was attached to your hip throughout the whole time span, obeying your every command without complaint. You didn’t deem him forgiven, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy his company and compliance. The whole month was a bliss for you.

The first week, the morning after the… event, you had him prepare breakfast for you and your mother walked in on him cooking an omelette for you. She was perplexed, and with her morning drowsiness asked, “You’re home?” before smothering him with a hug. Your father gave him the minimum acknowledgement, and it went by quickly with your mother being surprised every time she saw him in the morning.

The second week, he drove you around and paid for your every need. You don’t know how he has so much money, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he sells drugs or had robbed a bank. You decided to reward him by kissing his cheek every time he bought you clothes and jewelries per your request. He realized he enjoyed spoiling you, and took you shopping in different malls for 7 days straight.

The third week, you met his friend. You had insisted, and he gave in after a short while of you begging because it was difficult to say no to you and rules are rules. His terms were: 1. You're going to act like his girlfriend, and 2. You sit on his lap. Maybe you didn't get it, but his friend Namjoon didn't seem dangerous enough for you to be behaving the way you were forced to. Sitting in front of a burning barrel in the middle of nowhere, Taehyung and Namjoon smoked weed together while you watched them. The conversation was fun, and you wanted to see him again. Taehyung didn’t allow you to question the ordeal. Rest of the week went by a breeze.

Fourth week was relatively calm as well, and now Taehyung is on his final day of slavery. It’s somewhat melancholic for you because you don’t know if he’ll vanish once the clock hits 12. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your dangling legs while your step-brother inspects the fridge to find you something for lunch. The two of you woke up late this morning, well, afternoon, and you don’t know why you feel so exhausted and sore. You’ve been feeling this way for a whole month now, but you’re growing somewhat used to it. 

“This bitch is empty,” Taehyung grumbles before closing the fridge and standing up straight. When he notices your soft pout, he slithers his way between your legs. “What’s wrong princess? Are you tired?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” you blurt without beating around the bush and peek at him under your lashes.

His brow ticks as he tilts his head. “Did you want to do something?”

“Well, no,” you drawl, “I just wish… you were here more often.”

"You know I can't stay away from you for long," he counters your worries, "especially if you allowed me to…"

"Stop." You distance yourself by pushing him away; you don't want to think about what he was implying. You made it explicitly clear that anything remotely sexual wasn't allowed to be brought up when you were around, and he’s been sticking to that rule until now - to your knowledge, at least. 

“Stop teasing your sister, Taehyung.” your mother enters the kitchen while tying the knot of her robe, now checking the fridge herself. 

He rolls his eyes before turning to her and retaliating, “I didn’t even do anything.” You giggle to yourself and bite your fist. “Did I tease you?” he asks innocently with his neck craned in your direction.

“Yes, he doesn’t even make me breakfast,” you joke with a grin. 

“The fridge is fucking empty!”

“Language,” your mother warns strictly before taking out a box of frozen pizza. “And it isn’t empty. Could you turn on the oven for me, love?” You nod and arrange the heat to 200 degrees while Taehyung scoffs, “I can’t survive in a house with women.”

“Man up,” your step-father butts in monotonously. “You have to rely on your mother to cook to this day. When will you move out? Act your age Taehyung, you’re 21.”

The light-hearted atmosphere dims with the presence of Taehyung’s father. There’s a distinct contrast between your two parents, and you can understand why your step-brother is so rebellious around them. The only thing holding them together is their dedication to religion. 

He only huffs and crosses his arms in response as his dad grabs a carton of juice and a glass from the cupboard. It’s tense in the room until Taehyung leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m only here because of you.”

A light blush tints your cheeks at his sweet confession, although it also makes you guilty. He later convinces you to eat with him in your room, and it’s comfortable in your bed as you chomp on the slices hungrily. 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” Taehyung asks as he chews on his pizza.

“Let’s do something you want for a change,” you answer after swallowing. 

Though he hasn’t been showing any lack of interest around you, you are aware that you haven’t been doing anything fun by his definition. You’re worried that you’ve bored him throughout this whole timespan of being together.

A smirk grows on his face and there’s that glint of mischief in his eyes that you’ve missed. Fair, the last time you saw it was before he traumatized you, but you try not to think about it much like you ignore the constant ache between your legs. 

“There’s this circus,” he begins slowly, “I hear it’s interesting. Would you want to come with?”

You know he’s leaving something out, his cautious tone and aura implicit he knows something you don’t. But you nod anyway, because you still stupidly trust him.

Taehyung’s car is old and retro, but he must have upgraded the engines for how fast he is driving. You like admiring his side profile as he holds the steering wheel, but the view is much more interesting when he catches you looking. It’s a far location, and you’re out of the city by the time he parks his car in the woods. How did he memorize the directions when it took an hour to get there?

“We’re here,” he announces before shifting the manual stick gear with a screech. You exit the car and he is not gentle with the way he slams the door closed, so you do the same. You can see hints of red colors between the cracks of the thin trees. 

“Is it open?” you question apprehensively. The sun hasn’t set yet, but it should be getting dark soon in the evening. 

“Hasn’t been open for a century. You wouldn’t believe the amount of history this place has.”

He takes the lead in his steps, and you follow behind though your gut doesn’t approve. The path isn’t long, and only then do you see the circus when Taehyung moves aside. It’s run down, worn out colors in the curtains, broken glasses on the ground and the circus barely holding itself up. There’s a huge cannon in the middle of the stage, the tip balancing itself on the ground. It’s kind of creepy, but Taehyung doesn’t leave you in the dark for long.

“A lot of crazy shit happened here, you know,” he piques your curiosity, “the clowns were fucking freaks. Any type of physical disorder landed you in here, whether you liked it or not. Even for babies,” he picks up an idle shard of glass, “these were jars. They had deformed fetuses on display on a stand, but the wind must have fucked it up.”

“Deformed fetuses?”

“Yeah, like, conjoined and some other stuff.” You grimace at his description, although it stirs empathy in you. The 20th century sounds inhumane. 

“Are these real stories?” 

“Yeah. And the cannon: they rocketed people from this very bad boy,” he points at it before standing under.

Your stomach sinks as you panic, “It could fall on you!” You pull at his hand and the force makes your chests meet. He smiles down at you before pecking your lips. You stammer, a little mad as he chuckles before walking to a wooden wheel. He makes a star pose after stepping on the metal stand, stretching out his limbs to fit the whole circle. 

“This was the Wheel of Death; they threw knives at targets on this. I think they only targeted females actually...” He nods at you to replace him as he hops off. You go along with his idea and climb on the stand, though it creaks weakly. He takes out a pocket knife from his pocket and you’re about to yell before he hurls it at you. It lands above your shoulder and you immediately scold, “What the fuck, Tae?! Why would you do that! I could’ve died.”

He shrugs with a bright grin, clearly unbothered by your stressing. “My aim isn’t too bad.” He walks over to you and collects his floating knife. “Besides, when have I ever hurt you?”

You bite your tongue and purse your lips with a glare. 

“See?” he whispers. “You can’t even name one time…”

He’s teasing your silence, how you can’t even dare to voice the specific night. You haven’t even told your parents and slept with him right after, and he finds that so interesting: that you trust him with your life. 

“You actually can’t? Wow, I didn’t realize I was such a good brother,” he grins lopsidedly before snapping his fingers. “On with the tour.” He is enthusiastic as he struts past the circus. You shake your head with a sigh but follow him regardless. “So there were sword swallowers, acrobats, strongmen, anything that drew attention. They had a shit ton of accidents and deaths, but you would die if you got boring as well.” Taehyung holds back a bush to let you pass; the place he’s leading you to is a lot more crowded with sages and trees than the previous path. “Once the initial attraction wears off, you’re a goner. They couldn’t survive in that society with those deformities, so it was suicide either way.”

“That is so cruel,” you mumble sympathetically. “This place was like a fractured fantasy.”

“At least they lived for a bit… up until someone ended it.” When he pushes away the woodruffs, you’re met with another rundown site with a few… cages? “This is the trailer. Where they stayed and got ready for their shows. Some were held against their will, and slept with the animals in those cages.”

You gape at your surroundings in shock. The trailer is missing one side of the wall, and the rest have been vandalized with random phrases written in spray paint. You don’t give much attention to the torture cages, because the trailer has a lot more to show. It still has couches on the incomplete hardwood flooring, and Taehyung plops on one. The fabric is torn and dust rises the moment he’s on the seat. “That’s so dirty, Tae,” you pull a displeased face.

“Don’t be rude to the past occupants. Their ghosts might still be around.” He wiggles his fingers as if imitating a monster. He then pats his thighs, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You begrudgingly do so, and he wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you flush against him. “Any theories on how this shitshow ended?”

“Police intervention?”

“Something like that, I guess. One of the acrobats went nuts and shot everyone, so the place was shut down.”

“What?” you widen your eyes at him. “Why did they do that?”

“He was going to be replaced, so he got rid of the competition. Very chilling,” he casually states. “There must be some bullet holes in the walls, but we can check that out later.” His head snuggles into your neck while you’re still processing his words, but you go blank when he starts leaving feather light kisses on your neck. “Right now,” he murmurs, “I just want you to ride me.”

“Ride you?”

“Don’t act innocent, you know what I mean. You said I could choose what we did today… and I want to fuck here.”

“Taehyung… I specifically told you we aren’t allowed to do anything sexual. You hurt me last time as well,” you frown at the mention. 

“I asked you if I ever hurt you earlier. Did you say anything?” he asks condescendingly.

“No…”

“Why are you saying I hurt you now? Don’t tell lies, baby. Besides,” his hand slides down to your thigh as he speaks in a low, sultry voice, “I’ve been loosening up your cunt. You don’t even wake up at night anymore. It won’t hurt this time, I promise.”

You had an inkling, the stupid inkling that you tried so damn hard to brush aside. “You fucked me in my sleep?” you force out, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “And you brought me here just to–”

“Christ, no,” he cuts you off offendedly, “I’m not that sick in the head. I didn’t plan it, but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.”

“You did it once!”

“I was on a lot of drugs then! I’m clean now,” he huffs in irritation. “I’m sorry about that, and I know my apology is long overdue or whatever, but give me a break. I’ve been into you since I was like 16.”

You turn to look at him - really look at him. There’s not a trace of guilt on his face; the roots of his messy teal hair have grown out; the beauty of his naturally downward lip corners; you don’t know what to think. Your mind is a mess because you don’t know what to make of his confession. He has manipulated you countless times, coerced you into doing things you would never do, and for once you reflect on his personality. This could be one of his schemes in order to get you to do what he wants, and ironically, he was supposed to be doing that for you. Through all of your scrambled thoughts, you only muster a meek “really?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “that’s why I want to be intimate with you.”

Lies, lies, lies, you think before gently pressing your lips against his. Despite your attempt at kissing him softly, he doesn’t cooperate by instantly sucking on your nether lip with vigor, his hands immediately meeting at your hips to gently rock them against his crotch. He bites your lip before swiping his tongue against it, coaxing, “Suck on my tongue.” The awkward angle from where you’re kissing him makes him turn your body to completely face him, your knees landing on either side of him on the uncomfortable chair. It doesn’t matter, because you’re starting to forget the whole setting, just about everything except for him as arousal begins to seep in. Heat pools in your stomach at the switch in mood, and he’s enjoying your compliance as he quietly moans into your mouth. 

While you’re busy relishing in his swirling tongue, he starts tugging down your pants and you help him without looking. You sit up to push it down your ankles and throw it on the floor along with your panties. “What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles breathlessly before leaving wet kisses on your lips and pulling away to take off his wrinkled shirt. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, equally breathless.

“I don’t know, you’re just… so hot when you’re horny.” His boyish smile grows on your flustered face as he says, “Take off your shirt. Wanna see those pretty tits again.”

You bite your lip to suppress your insecurities, but it doesn’t help when you’re left in your bra as you cover your chest. “Don’t be shy now,” he teases knowingly and removes your arms before unclasping the garment. “Take out my cock now.” His tone is gentle with encouragement. You unzip his jeans timidly, but your eyes grow in wonder at the outline of his erection. “I’m so hard for you,” he assures you in a whisper and takes your hand in his to rub himself. “You’re so pretty, and sexy. I fucked you every night because you’re just so irresistible. You understand, don’t you, baby?” 

“I… Yes,” you agree and finally push down his briefs. His throbbing cock stands proudly and you’re intimidated by the size until he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you.” He lightly touches your bare pussy, slick with your arousal as you shudder. He coats your vulva with all of it, giving special attention to your clenching hole as he inserts a single finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, and you’re confused by the lack of pain and the desire for more. It feels good and that is a surprise for you as you sink down lower on his finger. He curls it, adds another finger and stretches your walls, emitting a moan out of you. You’re liking it, and you don’t know why; he was so cruel the last time that you were convinced something would go wrong now. Nothing does, and if anything, his fingers make you feel the best you have ever felt though it is not enough. “More,” you beg and he replaces his fingers by pulling you to the head of his cock. He’s staring right at you with hooded lids as he rubs it up and down, making you release a needy whimper. “Please, Taehyung.”

And like the slave he was meant to be, he shoves it in with a grunt. Your scream catches in your throat at the initial sting, but it’s worth it when he screws his eyes shut in pleasure and bites his lip to hold back a groan. He looks angelic under you, although he is anything but. You realize he is waiting for your cue to move, and it flutters your hearts because he is more attentive to you this time. Rather than letting him take the lead, you act on your instincts as you roll your hips. It’s unsteady at first, the foreign position making it difficult for you to adapt to so fast. His audible quick breaths encourage you to take your time in angling your pelvis comfortably, and when an involuntary moan leaves you, you place your hands on his shoulders before sticking to the current stance and going up and down on him. 

“Oh shit, you’re doing so well,” he praises you between gasps, supporting your body with his hands, “feels so fucking good. My good girl.”

It gets to your head, how much he’s enjoying your motions. He meets them with thrusts of his own, perfectly hitting your cervix and blinding you with pleasure. What is it that makes you feel so wonderful in this situation? Is it the touch, or the complimentary fact that you’re the only person Taehyung wouldn’t get bored of? 

Could it be that you’re two of the same?

Maybe he’s the one desperate to please you, you think as he massages your breasts, flicking your hard nipples with his thumbs so graciously. The eerie silence is broken by both of your loud moans, ecstasy sensually building up in knots in your stomachs. Sweat accumulates on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face but not hiding the sight of his erotic expression. You arch your back and grind down on him, and he’s limp on the loveseat as he takes all that you give him so submissively.

It’s your turn to use him, and you actually start understanding what makes him so rash and impulsive in hopes of receiving this amount of serotonin. It’s worth it, the release of control and morals to be with him. “Taehyung, h-how did you do it?” you moan. “Every night, what did you do?”

“I,” he tries to catch his breath, “I used my fingers to stretch you out. One finger, then two, then three.” He groans and thrusts into you fast and hard, “I fisted you at some point, and you came in your sleep, and then on my cock. Moaning and whining every fucking night, like some filthy whore.” You mewl at his crude words. He’s so obscene with you, and you clench your walls in response. “You like being my whore, hm? Little freak.”

“Yes, yes,” you confirm in a whimper, nodding your head as you pass the dominance onto him. He’s fucking into you while you stand on your knees, eyes rolled back with drool about to drip from the corner of your mouth. He starts to rub your clit and kisses your neck for you to tighten around him over and over again; it’s heaven in an empty graveyard. It’s so fucked up, yet he can’t stop. You’re panting as he manipulates your body to mold with his. “I’m close.”

His hands fall on your ass, greedily kneading it as your hips begin to stutter, your orgasm climbing up just as your energy is falling down. It hits you like a truck: the peak of pleasure, accompanied by a silent scream, nails digging into his skin as your muscles tense. “Fuck,” you breathe once his thrusts begin overstimulating you, but it’s not for long as he shoots his load inside you with a groan. He’s twitching as his erection becomes flaccid, and you feel it as he pulls out. 

“Bet it didn’t hurt,” he jokes while you recover from your climax. You’re leaking with his cum and he uses his shirt to wipe you clean, making you shake from how sensitive you are. “I’ll buy you the pill on the way home.”

“Thanks,” you plainly say and stand up to pick up your clothes. You’re trembling slightly and a little achy, but it’s nothing compared to losing your virginity. 

“What? You gonna give me the cold shoulder now?” He’s only in his loose pants and has his shirt thrown over his shoulder. He buckles his belt while you put on your bra. 

“Why did you make us act like a couple in front of Namjoon?” After hearing his confession, the interaction before bugs you.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it because you didn’t want him to think I was single? Because you like me?”

“No, he’s a convicted felon. Crazy motherfucker killed his ex’s new boyfriend,” he reveals with a scoff. “Besides, if you like me, you’d like him as well.”

Putting your shock aside, you realize one thing: Taehyung doesn’t want to be replaced. Does that mean you hold power over him? Or will he do anything at any cost to be in your life?  Regardless of your internal monologue, you only reply with, “who says I like you?”

It’s a joke, and he knows it. As promised, he buys you an emergency pill and another shirt for himself on the way home. His days of slavery are over, and you wonder: where will he be tomorrow? Maybe take his father’s advice… 

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[lexpressobean]

I've been thinking about these 3 alot...

... and how much they seem to really respect Shino. I know it's a filler, but, like... Why does it seem like Shino has a knack for finding children who have wondered off away from school? Like, he's just taking a walk, making his way around the village or surrounding forest, and then there they are. Kids playing hooky or some shit. And Shino just takes it upon himself to approach them and steer them back to where they should be, while getting them attached to him somehow in the process??

But honestly. If this was just one of many times this had happened, I'd say Shino does this not out of his knack for teaching or having a way with kids. Rather, he developed a way with kids and easily applies that to his teaching because he has a strong desire to simply protect children. And it's not even from some paternal instinct as much as survival, because I think it stems from the developing trauma of losing Torune to Danzo. And I don't think it's all subconscious either.

Like I know the novel and anime frames his desicion to teach as a sort of a new goal in life as the war has ended for a couple years already and a noticable Peace has been achieved by the Blank Period and well... He's an Aburame.

Like, the Aburame are literal living, breathing, walking bioweapons. With no fight to utilize that, what else is there? Well, much like the Nara have the Nara forest and Pharmacology specifically, The Aburame most likely have a historical stake in the area of Konoha, perhaps it was simply in their Ancestral Home. Idk, but they're here to stay, they ain't budging. They're Clan Culture is very Martial and I'd argue Spartan in nature, but otherwise, they do other things too. I think they'd do well as major players in the conservation and research of native species of animals and plants, but definitely insects too. I bet they play a huge part in the general area's ecosystem, especially due to the fact that the Kamizuru clan attacked with a whole clan's worth of non-native Hymenoptera that could very well have become and still are an irritatingly and consistent problem as invasive species tend to be. And as a far as goods go, why not put some of them to use and handle an apiary? Honey is a great good to sell. All of this is great as a clan that no longer needs to fight. But, what about individual members in general, and so Shino?

Well Shino is the Heir of this clan. This Noble Clan. This "ready to throw hands at any moment" clan. It's future is in his hands, so to speak. So I doubt Shino would completely sever his connection to Shinobi life all together. And so, teaching at the Academy would be a great way to keep that connection. Teachers have to know their stuff, after all.

But what if in order to ensure teaching was his calling, Shino did his absolute best to make Jounin ASAP so he could take on a Genin Team. And. And by chance, it ended up being these three?? And they are absolutely STOKED!!! And they also pass Shino's genin test, which... would probably be a feat in it's own right. But they already know Shino, and Shino has bestowed upon them some wisdom they actually took to heart! Yeah, well, in reality they might be just a tad too old to be Shino's first official genin squad, but they were still his squad one point in a sense, right?

Kon Nohara, Tano Ikemoto, and Aoki Kobayashi

I even gave them names help Imagine these three are already chuunin at least and decide they want to pay Shino a visit and even volunteer to help Shino during class time on a collective day off because they admire him so much (T~T)

But even then if not these three kiddos, maybe these three li'l shits lol

Even in times of Peace, Shino's special set of skills seem too useful to waste, and being a Jounin teacher would definitely have been a way he could still go on missions, but also definitely commit to becoming a Sensei at the academy once he was 100% sure and got older. Kurenai became a Jounin/Genin Squad Leader in her late twenties, but in comparison I see Shino doing that more mid-20s. (He needs some time to travel and find his big bug friend and generally live a little?)

Kurenai was a Genjutsu Specialist who manned a Tracker/Sensing based team. This sounds like it was a highly beneficial combination, even if she ended up being somewhat sadistic lol. Asuma was bound to Team 10 by Tradition as InoShikaCho and Sarutobi have that Pact together. Kakashi's team was literally Cherry Picked for him specifically by the 3rd Hokage. And Gai, a Taijutsu Specialist, had a team that Specialized in Taijutsu and Physical Offense.

Of all four teams, Kurenai and Gai were very suited to their teams, Gai in a complimentary way and Kurenai in a Challenging way. In that same vein, I think Shino would imitate Gai. Shino as a Shinobi himself has a general set of skills, but the way he goes about them are very niche. But, he was always very stealthy, and could sneak up on nearly anyone. Gags aside, he could go unnoticed as long as he wanted too, and by the time he was noticed or was ready to attack, he has you quite literally surrounded. Honestly I can see why Search and Destroy would be an Aburame's forte, but when there's no need, a person with a personal skill of high quality stealth could probably man a team with an emphasis on Reconnaissance and/or Surveillance, even Bodyguarding. I feel like Shino would probably put an emphasis on Stealth and Tracking too, utilizing his insects as sort of assistants that keep tabs on his students (Stealth Test) as well as to encourage just enough fear during too much down time in his students to inspire quality training opportunities, so maybe Kurenai rubbed off on Shino more than they all realized haha

(Plus I'm sure his students would be be smart and thoughtful enough to eventually understand what Shino and his bugs are: a complete unit. They realize just how strong and dedicated Sensei really is to be the way he is, and they all learn more in depth about Kikaichu and it's like WOW SENSEI YOU REALLY ARE RISKING BEING EATEN ALIVE EVERY SINGLE DAY, AREN'T YOU? But he's still here, because THAT'S how strong he's become over the years and the confidence to manipulate the Kikaichu while having to think of current chakra level, the most efficient use at any given time, how many he actually needs, how long usage will last, ect. They are high maintenance, man!)

Shino would no doubt produce highly skilled Bodyguards and Masters of Stealth. Maybe the type that would end up being in high demand for the eventual Celebrities that start to pop up as times change, but still very much needed when it comes to Criminal Activity, like in Sora-Ku?

But as time passes and he decided to teach at the Academy, he'd feel very at ease to do so. He'd be happy to be put in charge of all these children, because he would be able to help teach them things they need to know to defend themselves and others in a world where adults like Danzo had and will continue to exist. Maybe while he's at it, he'd use his stance as a Noble Clan Heir and accomplished Shinobi to push for changes in government with Sai's help and with Naruto and Shikamaru's cooperation? Like, the truth does come out, everyone on the Council were actually horrible and had too much power. So HERE are some ideas and REASONS why these ideas should be implemented because Shino's not going to let his brother's life and death be in vain!? HELL no, we WILL make some changes around here. Shino sees his students and just wants a future where no kid ever has to live in fear of being completely taken advantage of by the very system that was supposed to keep them safe and they pledged allegiance to.

I cannot help but think of the quiet but absolute fear little Shino was harboring for the years to come after Torune was taken by that strange man and Father Shibi didn't even attempt to stop him. His own father didn't dare beat the shit out of this strange man who came looking for him, and the only solution for Shino to stay was for Torune to make himself look more desirable as an asset and be taken instead. I bet there was a lot of misplaced resentment there for a while, and talks that just didn't happen. Maybe a classmate doesn't show up to class one day and Shino is IMMEDIATELY stressed out and just... takes it upon himself to look for them after class. And he's relieved when he see they're simply at home with a fever. Shit like that just fucks with Shino, because theres people taking kids and no one is doing anything about it?? And then as Shino grew older he realized exactly what happened and how slimy the machine of Konoha really is and it was never completely Shibi's fault that Torune had to leave. He grows mentally at a faster rate than most of his classmates, and knows more than a kid really needs to know.

Shino doesn't want that for any other child. Shino is the kind of person who hears kids screaming outside of his house and he can't tell if they're playing or being murdered and it's stressful to the point he'll check through his window and he sees them for himself. He get stressed out seeing a kid in public unattended and WANTS to approach them to help if need be but also maybe he's overthinking it and the parents are there somewhere and he'd just end up looking suspicious. Like, that's what I kind of figure for Shino. He's so hyperaware of the power dynamic between kids and adults and seeing a kid so ready to fall victim to that makes Shino feel ill the more he thinks of what could happen. And he wonders if watching the kid in the market until they finally reunite with their parent so he could move on with the rest of his day causes him even a fraction of the the utterly disgusting flurry of nerves and fear that Shibi must have felt all those years ago. It goes along with his desire to spare every single little insect's life he can. It goes a long with the fact he only gets violent unless absolutely necessary. Like he wants to be strong but he doesn't want to go mad with power either, less he becomes the very thing that hurt him and his family in the first place.

Originally Shino wanted to become strong to be able to defend himself because at a very young age adults failed him and Torune. But then that changes to defend not only himself, but others as he grows on a team, and realizes trust is important. And then he figured if there must be adults out there that would hurt a child, it's only logical that he should become one that would only nurture and teach one to be strong as well.

Anyway, yeah. Had some feelings. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#anime: naruto #aburame shino #shino aburame #tis i #i wish we could've seen jounin-sensei Shino #imagine he's consistently given a team of -bad kids- #but by the next chuunin they're an absolute unit in sync #people think he's the -scare them straight- sensei #in reality he's the -im not mad im just dissapointed- sensei #its super effective lol #being such a positive figure in the open as an Aburame would definately make the clan look good too #because I have a suspicion that Aburame were very often taken into ANBU and ROOT and while good for Shinobi life #its not seen as the best for public relations #anyway don't mind me im just rambling

[sunfire-forever]

Punishment time part 2

Part 1

Pairing: The Boyz Juyeon x The Boyz Eric x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: smut, threesome, dom!juyeon, switch!eric, sub!reader, oral (receiving + giving) , 18+ , double penetrati0n, nipple play, usage of toys, swearing, teasing, just extremely filthy

Summary: After a wild night spent with your best friend's flatmate without your bestie knowing, you are coming back to their apartment. It is your birthday and they are waiting for you with a proper gift, making this night definitely one that you and your body will never forget.

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You woke up to the morning sunlight shining from Juyeon's window to your face. Juyeon had his arm wrapped around you caressing your naked body under his blanket. You could still smell his parfume mixed with many other scents from the night before. His muscles around you made you feel so safe and sound. You needed a few minutes to realize that the past night was not a dream and you were thinking about if you could even walk from so much pleasure the man next to you gave you. You turned around to look at him. Juyeon was dead gorgeous. He was still sleeping yet his messy hair made him look so cute and innocent - completely opposite to what happened last night.

You looked at the clock and it was already 10:27am. Oh my goodness, you needed to go home! You didn't plan to have sex with your best friend's flatmate but even more you didn't plan to stay overnight. There were so many thoughts in your head - how should you behave after this? how will Eric react - does he already know? and what was the comment Juyeon said about Eric, was it true?

You needed to put away these thoughts for awhile and just get your ass out of the room before Juyeon wakes up. You put on your clothes, packed your things and quietly exited the room. You peeked in the room next door which was Eric's trying to see if he is sleeping but no one was there. After turning around and letting a sigh of relief, you went to put on your shoes. After tieing up your shoelaces where you needed to squat, you raised up again seeing 2 legs in front of you.

"Eric Sohn! What are you doing here?"

"Um it's my apartment I guess. You look messy, what happened to you? Here - your charger."

You completely forgot that you were supposed to meet because of the charger. Gosh, you've had luck since if didn't hear anything thinking you came for the charger.

"Thanks!" you said trying to look as less obvious as possible. "By the way, why do you have a cake in your hand?", you ask noticing him holding a cake as well.

"Hm, I wouldn't think you'd forgot your own birthday tomorrow but yeah I bought it for you"

Oh shit, that's true. Your birthday was tomorrow and you didn't think of it at all.

"Wow Eric, thank you! But it's too early to eat it now..."

"True, but you can come by in the evening and we can wait for midnight together just like we do every year."

"Sounds like a plan" you said.

"Yeah the cake was meant to be a surprise, y/n" - Eric said while accompanying you to the door, you already going outside. He gazed at you and made a dramatic pause.

"But I guess we need to think of another surprise for the night" he said slowly, while the door closing in front of your eyes watching Eric's mischievous smile get out of your sight.

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8:00pm. Juyeon and Eric's apartment.

You waited in front of the doorstep checking yourself out in the reflection of the door.

Every time you've entered this apartment you were in some sort of hoodies, sweaters, clothes for chilling out and relaxing.

But today, that was not the case.

You rang the bell and the door opened.

"Hey y/n what's up.. Ohhhhh myyy" - you heard Eric say in awe.

You took your birthday as a reason good enough to look smoking hot. Sexy. Seductive.

You wore a tight red see-through dress and black lacy bra and fishnet tights underneath.

You had a choker around your neck and you were smelling like roses. And yes, you were standing like this in front of your best friend. He doesn't need to know that you drank 3 glasses of soju before you came here. You just enjoyed this confidence and thought it's completely appropriate for your birthday. He also looked very handsome with a black unbottoned shirt.

You entered the apartment . "I'll go to the basement and get the beer", said Eric leaving your sight. You bent down to take your heels off and while squating you felt a big hand grabbing your butt.

"Hello princess."

You threw your heels on the side and stood up while the hand still grabbing your booty.

*Shit* you said in your head. This was unfair.

In front of you was Juyeon, looking like the most fuckable creature in the world. He had a black t-shirt and extremely tight leather pants on. His forehead was showing and he was looking at you like you're a treat he is just about to taste.

"Miss me?" he asked.

"Oh what do you think?" you replied moving his hand from your butt under your dress to your core. His hands were going over your cold skin and fishnet tights and when they reached the end point, you saw his expression change.

Maybe you decided to leave your panties home making his cold fingers directly over your core. This small thing made you notice his bulge becoming more evident making him go crazy even if he didn't want to show it much, his body revealed all signs. He leaned in for a kiss, but the moment got interrupted by the sound of Eric's steps approaching the living room from the basement.

"I brought the beer!" Eric shouted while you two got your hands off of each other. In the end, Eric doesn't know anything. You tried to act normal, although the chemistry and sparks between Juyeon and you were on fire.

An hour and 10 beers later, the three of you were all on the couch comfortably next to each other. In the beginning you were all just regularly sitting, but many laughs and celebratory cheers afterwards you were all laying down. You were in the middle and as the night approached, you comfortably turned around to your bestie Eric him hugging you from the back. You used to hug a lot, this was nothing new. He was also the one who liked skinship and sometimes you also played video games in this position. But as he was holding you in your arms and hugging you, he started doing something so far unknown. He took your palms and started slowly massaging them. This felt so good. You felt your body relaxing and at one point you even closed your eyes diving into this unfamiliar yet erotic sensation. You opened your eyes and saw Eric's head move much closer to yours, his soft lips being an inch away. But then you turned your hand around looking at Juyeon on the other side of the couch extremely furious. You were not touching him, but the way of how you were laying down with your legs very open made him looked at your bare pussy under your short dress.

You spread out your hand and took another beer, not breaking the eye contact with Juyeon. He looked jealous, irritated and needy.

He wanted to grab you from Eric's arms and use you to his own pleasure. You opened the bottle, yet the weird position made you... spill half of the bottle over you.

You and Eric immediately wanted to stand up looking at the mess. The beer spilled over you and your floor. Your top was so wet that the thin material completely revealed your stripped bralette as well as your hardened nipples after the reaction with the cold liquid. And while you were standing up Juyeon took a close look at your soaked body.

"Eric, where is the mop?"

"In the first drawer in my room."

"Cool, let me get it quickly"

You entered Eric's room and approached his shelf, opening the first drawer. You froze.

"Holy shit" you said being flabbergasted. You were looking at were definitely... not mops.

It was a drawer full of sex toys. Your eyes opened wide. Dildos, vibrators, chains, nipple clamps, rings and so many items you were not sure what they are. You had a few moments of blackout your brain not believing that your so far innocent best friend had a collection like this. You were staring at the items when you suddenly heard noise behind you.

"Oh well, well, what do have in here" you heard while turning around and seeing Eric at the front door.

"I told you the first drawer from above baby, not from below"

"I didn't know you're into these things, Eric", you replied.

"Oh look who's the one saying that. I also didn't know you were into being fucked raw the whole night. I couldn't sleep yesterday from your moans coming out from Juyeon's room"

"You... you heard it? I... I can explain"

"There is only one thing I want you to explain."

said Eric stepping closer and closer to you.

You heard a door slam in the back.

"Eric, Eric, Eric. We didn't agree to play like this. I still didn't give you permission to touch... what was mine." said Juyeon approaching you too and holding your chin up.

"Don't start whining once you receive your punishment pup. You'd be so powerless against me, begging and begging to cum for me but only I can decide when and how you will. You're mine and your body knows it, responding only to my touch I'll make sure you feel things beyond your wildest dreams." - said Juyeon... to Eric.

You witnessed Eric turning from a confident flirt to an ultimate sub carefully listening and obeying to every word Juyeon spoke out of his mouth. Damn, you knew Juyeon can make so many people wrapped around his finger but you never thought your best friend is one of them. Juyeon took Eric's chin and stared at the younger one, pulling him in for a wild kiss.

"But not today, pup. Today we are taking care of this birthday princess over here. She deserved to be handled well. Do you have a wish, baby?" Juyeon asked switching the attention to you.

"I only have one wish" you said, hearing the clock marking that the midnight has arrived.

"Fuck the hell out of me", you replied.

A second later Juyeon took your waist and pushed you relentlessly on the bed. He pulled your dress up and didn't even bother to take off your tights but just ripped a part of them making a hole exactly at your already dripping core.

"Happy birthday, beautiful" said Juyeon at the second where he slammed 3 of his fingers in you while his thumb hitting a sensitive spot on your clit.

"Ahhhhh fuck Juyeon" you moaned loudly, but soon you were shut up by Eric who started making out with you.

Eric's lips felt like cotton candy. They were so soft and plump but the tenderness didn't last long since all of a sudden the mood completely changed and the kisses started being faster, deeper and rougher, matching the pace of Juyeon's fingers. Eric's kisses felt forbidden, you never expected for you two to get closer to this level of intimacy. But damn, you couldn't complain since it felt so damn good. You felt your high was coming closer so you couldn't control yourself but whine and moan. Eric moved his lips to your neck, leaving juicy kisses, marking it as his territory. A few moments later, you felt your high coming up, your orgasm filling your entire body and your cum going all around Juyeon's fingers.

After you calmed a bit down, you realized your two men still have their clothes on. Now it's time to change it. You crawled up to Juyeon and soon later all his clothes were on the floor. His toned muscles and doll-like body turned you on even more, so you couldn't help yourself but start worshiping his cock, taking it all inside your mouth and deep throating it while swirling your tongue around it, making you hear his needy moans again. He was standing next to the bed, and you were on your fours when unexpectedly Eric came from the back and slammed his cock inside you without any prior notice. Juyeon's hands already stretched you well, but Eric's size made you see all the stars. Being in the doggy position made you feel different spots. Your mascara got completely smudged up from tears which started going while your body tried to get used to the sizes inside your mouth and your core. A few minutes and many thrusts later, you started clenching and you felt both Juyeon and Eric cum inside you, you simultaneously reaching your second orgasm and your body becoming weak to their core and collapsing on the bed.

"Look at our goddess taking us both so well." said Juyeon. He went out for a second and came back with a something in his hand. "Close your eyes kitten, I have a small surprise for you". All of a sudden your eyes went black and a second later, your body froze. And then at once you had both Eric and Juyeon on you, each of the guys giving attention your nipples. But this was a different kind of feeling - they took an ice cube in their mouth and while the cube being in the mouth they both mercilessly sucked and licked your nipples - the left one was Juyeon's and right one Eric's. It was their warm, tender lips stroking one of the most sensitive part of your body mixed with the freezing feeling of the cube giving you shivers all over your body.

After the ice cubes melted, Eric slowly stood up and came to his drawer. "Since you were so curious about it, shall we use some pretty toys on you, y/n?" pointing at his sex toy collection.

He took a big clit vibrator in his hand, handed it to Juyeon, which put it to the highest speed and placed it on the perfect spot. You've never used toys before and someone else using them on you turned you even more on. The vibrator did wonders, but just before you wanted to orgasm, Juyeon turned it off.

"What the fuck Juyeon, why did you stop?"

"You aren't allowed to cum until I allow you to."

You got angry. You knew he was jealous so you wanted to make him even more furious.

"And what if I want someone else to make me cum?" you said with a tricky voice, turning up to Eric and starting to ride him.

"Show me what you got, Eric" you said to your best friend, him controlling the pace and placing his hand around your neck pulling just as much as pressure for the choking to spice you up. You couldn't see Juyeon anymore.

All you could hear is noise from the drawer.

Probably he was putting the vibrator back, you thought. But instead he pulled lube out of Eric's drawer. He approached you and you knew it because you felt his warmth on your back. But you didn't want to say anything.

Maybe you should have, because Juyeon took the lube and prepared your second hole for his entrance. And at that moment, you had your best friend and your lover double penetrating you. You loved the attention, especially from someone like them which exactly knew how to pleasure a woman.

"Fuck, don't stop! Don't you dare to stop!" you screamed from the bottom of your lungs, sweat on your forehead, with your makeup completely ruined, watery eyes, looking like a slut that you are. They haven't stopped but continued ruining you up to the point where the biggest, most powerful orgasm in your fucking life hit you. You started squirting, messing up the whole bed and your men pulling their cocks and spitting their cum all over your chest.

All three of you were laying on Erics bed, trying to catch your breaths. Soon after, you fell asleep, cuddled in between Juyeon and Eric.

"Do you do this often?" you asked Eric

"Do you expect less from two porn stars?" he answered, leaving you without words.

#tbz smut #juyeon smut #eric smut #the boyz #the boyz smut #kpop smut #kpop imagine #juyeon imagine #eric imagine #kpop scenarios #the boyz scenarios #kpop drabble #tbz drabble #lee juyeon #sohn eric #juyeon the boyz #eric the boyz #tbz imagines #tbz #kpop

[werewolf-witchboy]

Tokoyami Fumikage X Male Reader

Being A Witch Boy And Dating Tokoyami

WARNINGS: none uwu

Being a witch has nothing to do with your quirk, you just like practicing the dark arts and witchy things.

I'm not going to mention what your quirk is, so you can imagine that you have whatever quirk you want, or you can imagine yourself as someone without a quirk.

💀 Tokoyami had been fascinated with your hobby of witchcraft ever since he met you. He was most fascinated with the fact that your actual quirk has nothing to do with how your witchcraft works.

🕯 He had already thought you were cute before, and he had been in that time of his life where he was starting to question his sexuality a little- but after you showed him your witchy interests, he fell hard for you.

💀 He may be a dark and edgy birb boi, but he's also quite shy and awkward. He probably would have never confronted you about his crush if you hadn't told him your feelings for him first.

🕯 When y'all started dating, literally everyone was like "FINALLY!!" cuz it was super obvious that the two of you were meant for each other.

💀 When it comes to what type of witch you are, i'd say you're a witch of all traits.

-You love dark and spooky things, but you also love pastel colors and nature.

-Your room in the class 1A dorm is most likely full of plants, candels, a variety of antiques and trinkets, and shit that you can't buy at stores until it's around Halloween time.

🕯 Tokoyami likes to ask many questions about all of the different types of things you do, and he actually pays attention and is super interested. You'll even teach him some new things, and show him how to do them himself.

💀 You love Dark Shadow as much as you love Tokoyami himself. Though they're both very different in personality, you find them both charming and adorable (despite them both saying they're not "adorable," they're dark and spoopy lmao).

🕯 He also loves your animal familiar.

-Your familiar rarely comes out of your bedroom. Since you're dating Tokoyami, you allow him in your room (which means a lot more than he probably thinks it does, cuz spaces where witches do their magic and recharging are very sacred to them) so he gets to see your familiar quite often.

💀 It's rare for familiars to show affection to anyone that isn't their bonded witch, but your familiar absolutely loves Tokoyami.

-They'll hop onto his lap immediately as soon as he sits down in your room.

🕯 Both you and Tokoyami thrive in the darkness, so there are often times where you both hang around in your dimly lit room cuddled up together just talking all day (or even sometimes laying there in comfortable silence).

-You'll be in there together for so long that all of your friends will start questioning where you're both at, and not even realize that you're just in your room.

💀 He obviously likes you a whole lot, but he's super bad at saying it with words. He's just shy and bashful. BUT THEN DARK SHADOW EXPOSES HIM LMAO-

-You'll be standing there looking super cute, and Tokoyami will just stare at you and want to say something so badly. Then Dark Shadow appears and is all like "wOw yOu'Re sUpEr hOt" and Tokoyami just dies right there in the very spot he's standing cuz he can't believe that just happened.

🕯 That's another thing- Tokoyami stares at you a LOT. He even did it before y'all started dating, but now he doesn't even try to hide it.

-You barely noticed at first, but once you started noticing how often you catch him staring at you, you can't help but tease him a little.

-You'll stare at him back, directly in the eyes, and he'll get super flustered and embarrassed.

-Then to calm him down and make him feel less embarrassed, you'll giggle at his flustered-ness and give him a lil beak kiss...which just makes him even more flustered.

💀 He's definitely the type who wants to be a total romantic, and speak all poem-like to you, and shower you with praises, ect. BUT he gets so flustered when it comes to affection, and second-guesses himself when it comes to his ideas of showing affection.

-He's scared of coming off too strong, or seeming to clingy, or even not doing enough, so he never really gets the chance to act out any of how he wants to show affection- and to top it all off he can't help but be absolutely smitten every time you give him affection of any sort, and he'll not know how to react to it.

🕯 You never call him out on his shyness or how he reacts to your affection, you're not offended with any way he reacts to you. You think it's super cute how innocent he seems when it comes to all of this, and of course you encourage any time he gets a little bit of confidence to hold your hand or compliment you (without the help of Dark Shadow lol).

💀 His feathers get all ruffled when he's flustered, and OMFG it's too cute. 🥺😭

🕯 Something that he loves so much is when you borrow his clothes. Because for him, it's kind of a way to show affection towards you without being super direct about it.

-So him being like "you're cold? here, wear my sweatshirt" translates to "TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME, KEEP IT FOREVER, I LOVE YOU FJSKDJFHR-"

💀 Don't come @ me- Tokoyami listens to death metal, but he'd totally vibe with something like kpop if you introduced him to it.

-He's definitely a Loona stan.

🕯 Highkey though, now that I think of it- he probably also listens to Joji and Billie Eilish.

-Like, really moody sad boi hours indie music.

-He'd have Will He playing in his headphones, and he'd be all edgy and in his feelings, but he'd also be doing something like baking cookies at the same time lmfao.

-He'd have a playlist named "songs to cry to," but he'd be listening to it while knitting sweaters for puppies or something.

💀 No, you didn't ask me what kind of music that I think Tokoyami listens to, but you got it anyway. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

🕯 If he's at a store, and sees something kinda spooky looking that makes him think of you, he'd quickly get it and think all day of giving it to you, and he'd want to watch you add it to your collection of lil trinkets and antiques.

-....But he'd chicken out so hard I stg.

-This poor baby would rehearse how he'd give it to you in his head over and over again, and then when the time comes to give it to you, he'd get suddenly so tongue-tied and worried if you'd actually like it or not.

-But, of course, you love whatever he gets you every time. Your always super surprised when he gets you something, cuz it's not your birthday or any special day, and you never expect gifts from people.

-Every time you accept a gift from him, you always want to squeal, tackle him, and shower him with kisses- but you resist doing so with all of your being, cuz you know he'd malfunction.

-Instead you very profoundly thank him many times, and give him one especially loving kiss.

-Seeing your extra surprised and happy reaction always relieves him so much, and it makes him want to do it all over again and gift you a whole shop full of trinkets. His lack of hundreds of dollars is the only thing that stops him.

💀 You're the type of person who wears a lot of black, and scatters bright colors here and there within your look. Your style ranges from goth to pastel e-boy.

🕯 You don't like to change other people's styles or tell other people what to wear, but every once in a while, Tokoyami expresses an interest in dressing like you- which you go NUTS over.

-You'll let him borrow your pastel sweaters, and he'll let you put bright colored hairclips in his feathers.

-He now even owns some pastel colored clothing of his own, that you either gifted him or he secretly bought himself at some point.

💀 He used to be shy about changing up his style every once in a while at first. Whenever you'd take pictures of him wearing bright clothes, he'd softly ask you not to show them to any of the others.

-Eventually he became confident enough to go out in public those rare days he'd wear bright colors, and everyone is always super supportive of the different style.

🕯 He had never been in a relationship with another guy before he started dating you.

-He started questioning his sexuality around the time he started high school, but it was never a priority at first because he was more focused on working hard to get into U.A. and thinking about his future being a hero.

-aNd tHeN hE mEt yOu, and now we're here lol.

-ANYWAYS, y'all go to pride parades together.

-Something he isn't shy about is his sexuality, cuz as soon as he realized how he felt about you, he was all in and that was that.

-Y'all go all out for parades with face and body paint, and shirts with your flags on them, and even sometimes bringing signs and flags to hold up and wave around.

-Some of your friends will come with the two of you, whether they're there because they're also lgbtq+ or just because they support it.

-It's the most social the two of you are the entire year, cuz your both introverted lil emos that don't really talk to many people outside of class 1A.

💀 So yeah- I think Tokoyami is highly underrated and I'm extremely soft for him. He's an emo birb boi, what is not to love.

-I believe in emo birb boi supremacy.

-Rise all Tokoyami stans, we shall take over the entire anime world someday.

#tokoyami #tokoyami fumigake #bnha #mha #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #x reader #male reader #x male reader #witch #witch boy #witch aesthetic #dark arts #witch reader #headcannon #imagine #oneshot #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami x male reader #fumikage #mlm #sfw

[candy-and-writing]

What A Triple Lutz Can Do

part iii

Dark! Bucky x Ice Skater! Reader x Dark! Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have found each other again, after everything they’ve been through. When Steve meets you at the Winter Olympics, he decides you’re the perfect little doll for their plan.

General Warnings: non con/dub con, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, male masturbation, pet names—kitten, princess, ie; oral sex (female and male), fingering, (forced?) poly relationship (m/m/f), somnophilia, light bondage, more to be added as the story goes on

Chapter Warnings: non consensual touching and kissing, non consensual drugging, mean! Steeb, soft bois, stucky fluff

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Part Two // Part Four

Masterlist

It took you fifteen minutes to gather the courage to take a shower. Another ten to undress. You hated how exposed you felt, how at any moment Captain Rogers or Sergeant Barnes could walk in and see you naked.

The shampoo smelled heavenly, and as you dried your hair you marveled at how soft it was, how the scent lingered in your hair.

You clutched the towel to your body as you rummaged through the dresser drawers, searching for the least provocative set of underwear. You settled on a pair of lacy briefs that showed more of your ass than you initially thought and a matching bra.

You sorted through the wardrobe five different times, trying to find something to wear. Should you wear a dress? Did they want you to dress up? God, why were you complying with them?

You decided on a white sleeveless dress with a pink floral pattern and a flattering neckline. You paired it with a light pink cardigan, pulling the sleeves down past your wrists.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, you find what you need to style your hair, applying a quick layer of mascara to your lashes. While contemplating whether or not to put on some lip gloss, you grabbed the Chanel perfume bottle, examining it carefully before spritzing a little on your neck. It smelled like jasmine and roses. You liked it.

You shouldn't like it.

You're looking through the extensive makeup collection when you hear the door unlock. You turn your head and watch Bucky close the door behind him, balancing a tray with three plates of food in one hand. He spots you in the bathroom and his jaw drops.

"Wow, doll, you look—you look amazing."

You give him a timid smile and watch as he moves out of sight. You follow him to the threshold of the second room, the one you hadn't yet looked in. A small dining table sat in the middle of the room, with an absolutely gorgeous diamond chandelier hanging above the table. A large bookcase filled with books lined the wall. Skimming the titles, you realized that most of them were books that you had at home—or at the very least the same authors. Some were books you've never heard of before, a few were ones you've always wanted to read. Others were older, classics like the Oz series by L. Frank Baum and the Lord of the Rings series. Books that Steve and Bucky would have read in their childhoods.

"That was Steve's idea," Bucky says, walking up to you after he set the plates down on the table. "Wanted to get you something a little more personal."

You hummed in response, not knowing what else to say. Were you supposed to thank them? For what, for kidnapping you? For buying you expensive luxuries you didn't want?

Bucky hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

"You look absolutely stunning in this dress, doll," he murmured, his voice low. You swallowed before finding your voice.

"It's just a dress. . . ."

His eyes were gorgeous. Tantalizing blue-grey like the sky at the first signs of a storm. You found yourself lost in them, at the little specks of a deeper blue, of green. You didn't realize he was closing in on you until his lips touched yours.

He smirked against your lips as you squeaked in surprise, your shoulders tensing as your hands flew to his chest to push him away. You felt like you were pushing against a brick wall; the solid mass of muscle beneath your palms wouldn't budge. When Bucky seemingly got tired of your resistance, he gathered your wrists in one of his hands and pinned them to your chest.

He moaned against your mouth, coaxing your lips apart as he dipped his tongue in. You stayed frozen in your spot, letting his tongue roam within your mouth. His hand trailed down to your breast, squeezing softly as you whimpered. His lips moved to the corner of your mouth, then to your jawline, kissing and sucking his way down your neck.

"You're wearing the perfume," Bucky commented, murmuring against your skin. "Do you like it? It reminded us of something women would wear back in our day. Something that fits you."

You shut your eyes, biting back a whimper as he nibbled on your neck. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your hands flat against the wall and he suckled at your pulse point. You let out a weak mewl as he licked over the dark mark he created, his knee pushing against the apex between your thighs.

"Bucky asked you a question, sweetheart," Steve said suddenly, standing in the threshold, holding a bottle of wine by the neck and three glasses by their stems. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him and you try to push Bucky away, but he doesn't budge.

"When one of us asks you a question, you answer it." Stave's voice was surprisingly stern, sending a shudder down your spine.

It took you a moment to gather your voice. "Yes. . . it smells very nice." If either of them heard how shaky your voice was, they didn't acknowledge it. Steve hummed, setting the wine down on the table.

"Buck, dinner's ready."

"Mmm, I got dinner right here," he mumbled. Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his knee, grinding your core against him. You yelped, pushing against his chest in desperation.

"Bucky."

Bucky grumbled in response, fingers digging into the divot of your hips as he licked a stripe up your neck before finally relenting.

Your knees were shaking so much you could barely keep yourself upright, your hands plastered against the wall for support. Mascara streamed down your cheeks as Bucky held his hand out to you.

"C'mon, doll, let's eat."

Steve pulled out a chair for you, Bucky guiding you to sit down. Steve wiped your stained cheeks with a napkin, shushing you as you whimpered.

"Buck and I made your favorite, sweetheart," Steve beamed. "Fettuccine Alfredo with broccoli. We even got a bottle of Cabernet to share."

You nodded, mumbled a small 'thank you', and let Steve set your plate in front of you.

"Eat up, sweetie."

You were allowed one glass of wine during dinner, which was barely filled a third of the way up. You wanted to drink from the entire goddamn bottle—it seemed appropriate, considering the circumstances.

The fettuccine was good, admittedly, which made you sick to your stomach. You weren't very hungry, you had hardly taken four bites of your pasta, and Steve and Bucky had noticed.

"What's the matter, doll?" Bucky asked. "Do you not like it?"

"No!" you rushed. "No, it—dinner's wonderful. . . I'm just not very hungry."

"You haven't eaten all day, sweetheart," Steve chided. "And you didn't have very much to eat  yesterday, are you feeling okay?"

You scoffed at that. "Other than the fact that a couple of psychotic superheroes have kidnapped me?" you muttered. "Oh, yeah, I'm great."

"Watch the attitude," Steve warned. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking down at your uneaten food.

"Steve." Bucky looked at his friend, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn't ignore. "Give her a break."

Steve sighed. "If you really don't want to eat, fine, we'll go over the rules instead. Buck, you mind cleaning up?"

Bucky downed his wine, sighing as he and Steve stood. You were hesitant to follow, but when Steve held out his hand for you to take, you realized you didn't have much of a choice. He threaded his fingers in yours, guiding you back to the bed.

"Sit," he told you. You took a seat on the edge of the bed, Steve standing in front of you. "Good girl."

You couldn't stop the involuntary shudder that ran down your spine at the pet name. Steve smirked at your reaction.

"We're going to go over the rules, okay? There aren't many." He waited until you nodded to continue. "First off: We won't tolerate disobedience. You'll do as you're told when you're told, and you'll drop the backtalk. Got it?"

You couldn't understand the fear that settled in your gut. You should be angry—furious—at him for trying to control you, but you were just unbelievably scared. They held all the power here. You were helpless.

"Second rule," Steve growled, "you answer when Bucky or I talk to you."

"Okay," you forced out. Steve's expression relaxed a little.

"Good. Until you can show Bucky and me that you're ready to move upstairs with us, you'll stay down here. We bought you some books already, but if you want anything else to keep you entertained, just tell us. We'll get you anything you want, within reason. And you can make as much noise as you want down here—we soundproofed it. Doesn't mean you won't get punished for causing a ruckus, though."

Your lower lip wobbled a little as you responded with, "I understand."

"You will treat us with respect. You'll use your manners, you'll be sweet. You will accept what we give you, and you'll do as you're told when you're told.

"You disobey us, you will be punished. And trust me, Bucky and I can get pretty creative when we want to be. Your attitude at the dinner table was your only warning."

"I understand," you said quietly. "I'm sorry."

The apology slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

"Buck and I will do everything we can to make you happy and comfortable. That's our job, sweetheart, to make you happy." He gently cupped your cheek, his hand so warm you had to stop yourself from leaning into his touch. "You already make us so happy, we just want to return the favor."

You frowned at that, confused. Steve could see the wheels turning in your head, an amused smile on his face.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, princess?"

"Why am I here?" you asked carefully, your shoulders tense as you avoided his gaze. "I just—I don't understand."

Steve sighed, squatting down so he was level with you. "Because, sweetheart, we need you. You are perfect for us, baby, I knew that the moment I first saw you on the ice. The way you danced was so—so beautiful, you know? Like you were walking on water. I saw the way you seemed to relax, like every burden was being lifted off your shoulders. It's the only time you've seemed truly free. You're always so busy, sweetheart; between classes and practice, when do you have time for yourself? You're gonna work yourself to death, baby. We can help you, we can make you happy. I know you don't understand right now, but we are what you need.

"And you'll make us happy. We want you with us, want you in our relationship. We love you, sweetheart, we just want to show you that we love you."

You didn't realize you were crying until Steve brushed his thumb against your cheek to wipe away a tear.

"I know it's a lot, baby, but it's the truth. We're gonna take care of you, princess. You'll be safe here."

Your hands shook as you folded them in your lap, wringing your dress through your fingers. The fearful pout on your face had Steve trying to stop a smile. The crease between your brows was just too cute.

"But—I was happy," you sniffled. "I love skating, I love dancing. . . I was going to graduate in the spring. You're taking my life away, why can't you see that?"

"We know it's tough, doll," Bucky said, leaning against the threshold, his arms crossed against his chest. "We know it'll take some time for you to acclimate to your new life, but if you're patient with us, we'll be patient with you."

"No. You don't understand—" Your fear was quickly dissipating into anger. They weren't listening to you, they weren't going to listen. "I don't want to be here. You say you care about me? That you want to make me happy? Then let me go, please."

Steve sighed, looking back towards Bucky. His gaze turned hard as he looked back at you. "You're staying with us. We'll talk about some things we can get you to keep you from growing bored."

Your face fell at his comment.

"My ma used to cross-stitch," Bucky commented. "I would watch her and my sister go at it for hours. I'm sure it isn't too hard to figure out."

"Or knitting?" Steve piped. "You ever knit, sweetheart?"

You shook your head after a moment, appalled that they were having this conversation so nonchalantly. Rage radiated within you, angry tears threatening to spill past your lashes as you dug your nails into the palms of your hands.

"There anything you like to do, princess?" Steve asked.

You shrugged simply, looking down at your hands. Steve frowned, opening his mouth to speak when Bucky stopped him, resting his hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, doll, think about it for a bit." He gave you a small smile before giving Steve an exasperated look. "Stevie and I'll take the dishes upstairs, why don't you go ahead and get ready for bed?"

You swallowed thickly, nodding.

"Good girl, we'll be back down in a bit."

You watched them leave, the big heavy door locking you in behind them. You felt numb—fuzzy—like you weren't actually there. Or maybe you were just hoping you weren't. That maybe this was all some drunken-induced nightmare. Maybe you had drunk too much and wound up in an alcohol-induced coma.

You stood, stiffly walking toward the dresser. You shuffled through the drawer, looking for something suitable to sleep in. All you could find were silky slip ons and vintage nightgowns with lace on the hems and little bows—you hated it. You hated how they picked your wardrobe like you were a doll, how they were keeping you down here like a. . . a pet. Like you were a puppy they chose to take home from a shelter, keeping you in the basement to acclimate you to the house.

You groaned in frustration, slamming the drawer shut. You pace back and forth between the width of the room, pulling at your hair as you tried to put your thoughts together. Your head was spiraling, completely overwhelmed as you drowned in rage and fear and stress until you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You jumped as you heard the door unlocking, turning your head just in time to see Steve enter the room. You frowned, watching him wearily as he smiled at you, closing the door behind him. "Hey, sweetheart."

"What are you doing here?" It slipped past your lips before you really thought about it, mouth clamping shut as soon as you saw the way Steve's jaw clenched.

"Made you some hot chocolate," he said, holding up a mug. "Sprinkled some cinnamon in it, just how you like."

You felt your stomach drop. You blinked once, twice, swallowing the bitter disgust that was threatening to overflow your senses. "Oh, um. . . thank you."

He moved to set it down on the nightstand, turning back to you. "Why haven't you changed yet?"

"I—uh—I just—" You looked down at your florally dress, eyes flitting back up to meet his. "I couldn't decide what to wear," you lied.

Steve watched your eyes flick to the side, your hands playing with the fabric of the skirt of your dress. He smiled, stepping close to you and hooking his finger under your chin to tilt your head up. "Why don't we go find something, huh? Come on."

He wrapped his hand around yours and guided you to the dresser, opening up a drawer. He started to shuffle through the clothing. "Let's see. . . how 'bout this, sweetheart?"

He pulled out a little black silk slip-on, holding it up by the straps. Your jaw dropped, completely appalled as tears quickly began to well in your eyes in panic. You had just started to stutter out an answer when Steve chuckled.

"I'm just kidding, sweetie, relax."

Your stomach flipped as you watched him smile—a genuine smile that split his lips and showed off his pearly white teeth. You blinked, stunned, taking in the smile lines in the corner of his eyes and the barely-there dimples on his cheeks.

"How 'bout this one?"

He showed off a modest nightgown with strings laced up the neckline, doily lace trimming the hem of the collar and the skirt and pink bows decorating the fabric. You scowled, barely stopping a grimace from spreading across your lips. Steve caught it anyway, huffing out a laugh.

"Not that one either, huh? Okay. . . . What about this one?"

He pulled out a sleeveless silk sleep-dress with lace tracing the neckline and the straps. The color of the silk reminded you of something a newly wed would wear on her wedding night, that off-white ivory that many women dreamed of. Knowing that was probably the simplest nightgown you had, you let out a sigh, your shoulders dropping.

"That one works," you told him.

Steve beamed, his eyes sparkling as he shut the dresser drawer, handing you the nightdress. "Alright then, go ahead and get changed."

You nodded, giving him a small smile back as you went to turn. He caught your arm, his grip firm yet gentle. "Where ya goin'?"

You frowned at him. "The . . . bathroom? To change?"

His grip on your arm tightened for only a second, enough to send a shudder down your spine. You bit the inside of your cheek to try to steel yourself, hoping you didn't look like a dog with its tail between its legs.

"You don't need to go to the bathroom to change, doll. You can do it right here."

"But—"

"Now, sweetheart. I won't ask again."

You nodded, shuffling the sweater off your shoulders. You ducked your head, your hands wringing the sweater tightly. "Could you—um—could turn around, at least? Please?"

Steve sighed and you dropped your gaze. "Fine. But you're gonna have to learn to get used to Buck and me eventually."

You nodded and watched as he turned, thanking him. You were quick to unzip the dress and let it pool at your feet. You struggled to unclasp the bra, grunting in annoyance when it wouldn't come undone.

"You need some help, sweetheart?" Steve taunted. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"No."

You decided to just slide the straps off your arms and shuck the bra down your body until you were able to step out of it, dropping it on the floor and pulling the nightgown over your head. It was shorter than you anticipated, the hem reaching mid-thigh instead of your knees.

"Okay, you can turn around."

Steve took two steps and he was facing you again, smirking down at you.

"You should drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold," he said.

"Oh, uh—right." You sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping your fingers around the mug before you took a small sip. Steve watched you intently, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. "So —um. . . where's Sergeant Barnes?"

"He's finishing the dishes," Steve told you. "Should be down here soon. Why, you miss him already?"

You felt your cheeks heat up, your fingers tapping against the ceramic of the mug as you sputtered out your answer. "N-no, it—it's not—I was just curious, is all."

Steve chuckled. You swallowed nervously, taking a prolonged sip from your mug—mainly as an excuse to avert your eyes from Steve's gaze. You kept silent, focusing on the warmth that flooded your chest every time you took a sip of your hot chocolate. You blinked lazily, your body feeling heavier. Steve sat down next to you, and as you turned your gaze you realized for the first time he had changed. Before, he was wearing trousers and a button-up shirt. Now, though, he's in sweatpants and a plain white shirt.

"Bucky thinks you'd like a record player down here," he said, "something so it isn't so quiet. We could get you some cd's, some records. Does that sound good?"

Not how does that sound? or would you like that? But does that sound good? He wasn't giving you any other option but to comply. To be okay with his decision. You blinked again, finding it harder to open your eyes this time as you nodded, muttering a soft, "yeah."

Steve smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. You jumped, spine going rigid as you felt his lips split into a grin against your skin.

"You're too cute, babydoll."

You swallowed, sucking in a shaky breath, bringing the near-empty mug to your lips. You couldn't tell if it was the trembling in your arms or if your hands were really shaking, but you gripped the ceramic tighter so you wouldn't drop it. You had never been called that before. Babydoll. You always hoped you would have a partner who would call you by that pet name, but the few boys you dated in high school and freshman year of college were. . . shallow. Your second boyfriend hardly ever told you he loved you. But—even still—you never thought the first time someone would call you that would be a situation as fucked up like this one.

The loud click of the lock broke you from your thoughts, the solid steel door opening slowly. Bucky Barnes stepped in, shutting the door behind him, smiling at you as you heard the dreaded lock click again.

"Hey, doll," he greeted. He ran his flesh hand through his cropped hair, smiling down at you as he crossed over to you and Steve.

You honestly couldn't tell if you acknowledged him or not. Your vision was clouding and your eyelids felt heavy like you could fall asleep in a second if the two men would let you.

"She drink her hot chocolate?" you heard Bucky ask.

"Practically chugged it," Steve answered. You frowned, not understanding their words. You looked down at your empty mug precariously, your brow furrowed as you tried to look for something obvious. Like a roach.

You shivered as Bucky took the mug from you, his fingers ghosting over yours and he smiled. You shuddered again, goosebumps rising upon your skin when Steve started combing his hand through your hair.

"What's the matter, baby?" Bucky asked. "You cold?"

It took you a moment to answer, your eyelids closed, as you mumbled out a soft, "yeah."

You felt Bucky's hovering presence leave for only a moment before it returned; you cracked your eye open to see him holding out a cardigan sweater.

"Go on."

You took it with a soft 'thank you,' and pulled the woven wool over your shoulders. It was so soft against your skin, you hugged your arms around your body as the plush fuzz tickled your bare arms, letting out a sigh. Your head started to droop after you closed your eyes and Steve had to nudge your chin up with his finger. You heard him chuckle.

"I think that's our queue to go to bed," he said. Your world was spinning then, as two hands came under the crooks of your shoulders and lifting you. You let out a lazy yelp as Bucky plopped you down on the center of the bed. You bounced on the mattress a few times before you settled, your eyes falling on Steve as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Wha. . .wha're ya doin'?" you slurred, heart racing as you felt the bed dip.

"We're goin' to bed, baby," Bucky said like it was obvious, crawling into the bed beside you. You frowned at him, your mind foggy as you tried to wrap your brain around what was happening.

"I. . . no—I don't want—"

Steve shushed you, climbing into bed on the other side of you. His hand pressed against your chest, the width from his thumb to his pinky finger spanning across your entire front as he pushed you back with little effort. Your back landed on the plush mattress with a soft 'oof'. "You're just tired, sweetheart," he smiled. "Go to sleep."

You couldn't fight it. Their body heat engulfed you like a typhoon engulfing the mainland; it was overwhelming. You were imprisoned between the two supersoldiers and being forced into a slumber so violently it was like you were being smothered with a pillow. You let out a breathy whine as Bucky wrapped an arm around your torso.

"Hush, doll," Bucky cooed. "You're okay. Just close your eyes."

You fought some more, sluggishly flailing your arm and trying to bat away hands until Bucky had pinned you down, hugging your body flush to his. He crooned your name softly against your ear, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down your spine.

"You're alright, baby," he hushed. "Just relax, Stevie and I are right here. Just go to sleep, princess."

You didn't know if it was the drug or the cozy heat that radiated off of the supersoldiers—maybe it was both—but you drifted off soon after, your body feeling like maple syrup was running through your veins. Steve and Bucky watched as you settled down, your shoulders dropping as your breathing evened out.

"Is she asleep?" Bucky asked softly, lifting his head to look at Steve.

"Yeah, she passed out quick, I might've put too much of the sedative in her drink." Steve was on his side, arm under his pillow as he looked down at the girl curled against his chest.

"I told you, she isn't very big—half a dose would've done the job just fine."

"I just want her to be comfortable," Steve pouted, letting out a sigh. "She was so scared earlier. I just wanna show her she doesn't have'ta be afraid."

"It'll just take some time, Stevie," Bucky told him. "Soon enough, she'll see that this is what's best for her, I promise."

"Yeah." Steve paired with your hair, listening to your soft snores as silence filled the room.

Steve agreed with Bucky—it was too quiet down there. Apart from your small breaths, Steve could only hear the quiet buzz of silence. He thought about records he and Bucky could get you; you liked soft music—acoustic and folk/indie. You really liked an artist named Taylor Swift. Steve tried to ask Bucky if he knew who she was, but he didn't, so Steve ended up downloading her entire discography onto his phone—with Sam's help, who refuses to leave him alone about it. Steve actually liked a lot of her songs; he thought they suited you.

"Do you think it's too dark in here?" Bucky's low voice seemed to echo throughout the silent room.

Steve had been thinking the same thing. There was only a little night light plugged into the bathroom, so you had a little bit of guidance, but they'd have to get you another—maybe in the other room, if they got one bright enough. You were used to the city noise, the light seeping through the cracks of your blinds.

"Yeah," Steve whispered back. "We could get her another nightlight?"

Bucky hummed in response. "Maybe something that sits on her nightstand? It'd be a little brighter than a plug-in."

"Yeah, we'll look for something in the morning."

They stayed quiet for a while, both supersoldiers admiring you while you slept soundly between them. Steve ran his fingers through your hair while Bucky's traced shapes over your bare thigh under the blankets.

"This is perfect, Stevie," Bucky smiled, breaking the silence, reaching over you to grab Steve's hand.

Steve lulled in agreement, still watching the way your chest rose softly with your quiet breaths. "We waited so long for this, Buck, to have her here. She's gonna learn to love us, We just need to be patient."

"I just. . . she's right here, Steve. We're holding her and all I wanna do is fuck her until she can't think—but she's so scared. I don't wanna scare her."

"I know," Steve sighed. "But soon we won't have to control ourselves, she'll be begging for us soon enough."

Bucky had to stifle a groan just thinking about it — about how your little voice would sound begging for his cock, begging him to fuck you silly.

You shuffled between the two of them, letting out the smallest grunt as you readjusted. Bucky gripped your hip to still you, his thumb rubbing small circles into the divot of your hip. You stopped squirming, letting out a small huff before you relaxed.

"She's restless," Bucky noted quietly like he was talking to himself.

"Side effect of the sedative," Steve said. "We'll have to play around with the dosage. Maybe try half a dose tomorrow night, see if even that's too much."

Bucky nodded. "She'll need to eat more tomorrow, too. What she ate at dinner wasn't nearly enough."

"She had a big day," Steve countered. "She was hungover, for one. And she was a little shell-shocked, poor baby couldn't wrap her pretty head around all this."

Bucky huffed out a laugh as Steve grinned.

"I love you, Stevie."

"I love you too, Buck."

--

Your body protested the first time you woke up. Your senses were fuzzy, only half awake as you protested with a high pitched whine, curling in on yourself. You were so warm, so comfortable, it was lulling you back to sleep as you were struggling to wake.

"Shh, babygirl." There was a hand carding through your hair, drifting you back into slumber. "It's alright, go back to sleep."

You were too tired to actually comprehend the voice, or the hands in your hair and on your hip, running up and down your waist. You were too lagged to feel the two bodies crowding you between them, trapping you between their heat.

You drifted off again just as you felt the lingering touch of lips on your cheek.

The second time you awoke, you were much colder. Maybe that's why it was easier to open your eyes. It was pitch black in your room and for a moment you worried it was still the middle of the night—until you felt the bedsheets. It wasn't nighttime, there just weren't any windows in your prison. It could be noon and you wouldn't be able to tell.

You forced yourself into a sitting position, groaning when your head started to throb so violently you thought it was going to explode. You leaned forward to search for the edge of the bed, yelping as your hand never touched the mattress and you went toppling off the edge. You landed on the floor with a dull 'thump', pulling the covers down with you. You weren't able to catch yourself in time before your head smacked onto the floor.

"Fuck. . . ." you whimpered, shakingly bringing a hand up to your forehead. The lights flipped on, and two pairs of hands were on in less than a second.

"What happened, doll? Are you okay?" It was Bucky. His hands rested on your forearms as he pulled you up, cradling you to his chest. Steve's fingers grazed the bump that had started to form along your hairline and you winced, trying to escape the pain that jolted through your head. "C'mon babydoll, use your words."

"She hit her head," Steve said gently.

"M'fell," you grumbled, clutching at your temples.

"Why don't you let Stevie look at it, princess?" Bucky coaxed, hooking his finger under your chin and turning you to face Steve. You let out a high pitched whine in protest as you were forced out of the darkness the crook of Bucky's arm provided, your eyes closed as your head throbbed in the light. Bucky shushed you, his fingers running through your hair gingerly.

"She might have a concussion," Steve mumbled to himself, his thumb just barely grazing the contusion. "Nothing major."

You grumbled out a garbled response and burrowed your face back into the crook of Bucky's arm.

"No, baby, I need you to look at me."

When you refused to move your head, Bucky kissed your hair, whispering to you, "C'mon, precious. All you gotta do is look at Stevie for a little bit, then we'll turn the lights back off. Can you do that for us?"

You were quiet for a moment before you looked back up at Steve, cracking your eyes open. He smiled at you, sneaking a quick look at Bucky before he returned his focus to you. He holds his pointer finger up in front of your face and tells you to follow it with your eyes. He glided his finger to the left first, and your gaze followed until the appendix left your vision. He did the same thing to the right side. Your head was pulsating under your skull and you had to close your eyes, squeezing the bridge off your nose to alleviate some of the pressure.

"She has a small concussion," Steve confirmed. "We'll just have to keep an eye on it. Nothing else we can do about it."

"Get off me," you scowled, shoving yourself out of Bucky's lap. You were shaky as you stood, tripping over yourself before you found your balance.

"We're just making sure you're okay, doll." Bucky grabbed Steve's hand to keep him from shouting at you.

"You're the reason I fell in the first place," you grumbled, scoffing as you rubbed your temples. They were the ones who brought you to this basement, it was their fault you couldn't find the edge of the bed when it was so god damn dark.

"What'd you say, sweetheart?"

"Let it go, Steve," Bucky pleaded. Steve didn't listen.

You didn't have time to even blink before he was on you, hand gripping your jaw tightly and shoving you against the wall.

You winced when the back of your head collided with the wall, his fingers digging into your jawline.

"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?" he scowled.

A whimper escaped your lips, your small fingers wrapping around his large wrist.

"St—stop."

"Last chance, Sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," you squeaked. "I—I didn't mean it. . . I'm sorry."

Steve closed his eyes, inhaling like he was physically restraining himself, and stepped back. He let go of you and you gasped for breath, doubling over and wheezing.

"I'm not gonna tell you again," Steve glowered. "We won't tolerate your attitude. That was your last warning."

You nodded furiously, tears welling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks.

"Get dressed," Steve ordered, motioning for Bucky to stand up. "We'll be back down with breakfast in a few minutes."

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[saksukei]

mingyu college au

other college aus; jun wonu

You had heard your best friend ramble on and on about this boy named kim mingyu and how he's the heartthrob of the entire university,,,

he's the captain of the volleyball team,,, he's a biology major with environmental studies as a minor and he's also in like the japanese club and he speaks japanese super fluently,,, and everyone is like wow sIMP!!!!

but,,,, you don't even know the dude cause your department is on the other side!!! culinary majors have their own little bubble,, and even with business as a minor,, you had never even seen this kim mingyu,,

and today,,, you were running towards your building,,, your alarm had betrayed you,,, making you late for your very important ‘making a dish from scratch’ exam

And you most definitely needed to score well

but!!!! before you even knew it

you bumped in to someone's chest and fell back on your butt,,,, your samurai steel knife box went flying in the air

“can't you watch where you're going?” the person you bumped into, hissed. “or are you so short that you can't see?”

you looked up to see a melanin skinned, brown haired boy, a playful smile on his face,,,

“aren’t you going to help me up? Or are all tall people brain dead?” you retorted,, causing him to snicker, as he offered his hand,,,

“who are you and why have I never seen you here?” the boy asked, handing you the box.

“i–” just as you were about to introduce yourself, you came to the sudden realization, “my exam!” and you sped off, without saying another word

The boy, or otherwise known as Mingyu, smiled to himself, on the way back to volleyball practice.

almost a week later, you were assigned with collecting signups for this annual cooking competition that your department was holding

you wanted to collect plenty of signups because those that did would have a good name in the department and you def wanted it

you turned around to grab something

and iT HAPPENED AGAIN,,,,,,

you bumped into someone's chest bUT

instead of falling back, they caught you in their arms??

and you looked up to see the same melanin skinned tall boy

the same guy that you had previously bumped into and oh boy, the grin on his face

“so are all midgets blind?” he teased

“i might be blind but at least my height isn't my only personality trait–” you snapped, as he removed his arms from around you.

“alright kiddo, whatever helps you sleep at night,” he ruffled your hair.

and you were just like

KIDDO? THE FUCK YOU MEAN?

“why are you here?” you asked

“I'm actually here to sign up for the cooking competition–” he smiled. “my friends have been forcing me to take part in it, so I am.”

“you? And cooking?” you let out a laugh. “sounds like a joke.”

“i bet that I can beat you, a culinary major–” he responded.

“yeah sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you repeated the same sentence he used, a grin on your face.

“bet?”

“oh you're on,” you replied. “what does the winner get?”

“all the glory and the loser has to be their servant.”

“get ready to lose,,,,,, um– wait what's your name?”

“kim mingyu, the one and only,” he winked as he walked away

aND BOI WHERE YOU SHOCKED because you always expected mingyu to be different but he was like ,,,,,,, this

not that you were complaining though

the entire next week, you kept on seeing mingyu at campus and he'd have a teasing smile on his face that basically just said, ‘get ready to lose’

he also sneaked up from behind and hid your knife box, putting it where you couldn't reach

and you were just like, “that bastard is so lucky I don't stab him”

soon it was time for the competition and you were super excited because you were sure kim mingyu would lose bec clearly you were a culinary major this was nothing for you

and almost half the uni was there ,,,,, because everyone found out that you two didn't get along and had a bet going oN

wHICH WAS DRAMA FOR THEM

and mingyu's fanclub wAS ALSO THERE AND YOUR BEST FRIEND WAS LEADING IT SMH

You, mingyu and nine other contestants were going to have a cook off and you had almost 130 minutes to make éclairs with different fillings

and you were like,,, this is a piece of c a k e for me

mingyu's station was behind yours

the timer started etc

and you started getting on with making the choux pastry and everything was cool

till you realized that something was wrong with your dough ,,,,,, like it didn't have the consistency it was supposed to have

and yOU PANICKED BEC CLEARLY THERE WAS A LOT ON THE LINE

and you took a peak at mingyu's station and his dough looked ,,,,,, PERFECT

and you on the other hand were about to have a mental breakdown bec if you lost,,,,,, your department would make so much fun of you like you were a culinary major for fucks sake

and mingyu noticed that you were having a breakdown but he didn't say anything

eventually you somehow managed to get it together but your dough was still pretty bad and it wasn't fluffy at all

the different fillings turned out great though

the timer rang

you turned around to look at mingyu's dish and it looked fucking brilliant and you were just so ready to be embarrassed you couldn't even look him in the eyes

so you just tried to hold your tears in as you presented your dish to the judges which were senior culinary majors

and they pointed out that the consistency of the dough wasn't good but like aside from that your dish was pretty awesome

and mingyu

they couldn't even taste his dish

becAUSE IT WAS TOO SALTY

apparently he added salt instead of sugar

and so he walked off with a sheepish smile on his face and yOU WERE SO HAPPY BEC EVEN IF YOU DIDNT WIN YOU TECHNICALLY BEAT HIM

buT SURPRISE YOU DID ACTUALLY GET 2ND PLACE

While mingyu got last

but the more you thought about it,,,, something was off

mingyu had the perfect dough, he wouldn't be that stupid to add salt instead of sugar right??

after the clean up and everything, you saw mingyu and you went up ahead to talk to him

“hey you won the bet! Great,” he smiled. “so ma'am,, what may I do for you?” he bowed, jokingly

but you were annoyed

“tell me the truth, mingyu,” you demanded, sternly. “i know you aren't that stupid to add salt instead of sugar.”

“no,,, I actually am,,, that stupid” he joked,,

“mingyu, please tell me honestly.”

He sighed, “i just saw you holding your tears back in and that's when I knew this meant more to you than it did to me, so I just did what I had to do,” he admitted.

“mingyu,,,,, that's just–” you were shocked to say the least. I mean, you knew he was nice but this was just, over the top for you

“look– you still won the bet,” he reminded. “and besides, I couldn't beat you even if I tried, you're a culinary major,,,,,, a pretty short one at that too.”

“did you just,,, insult me again?”

“how's it going down there, shortie?” he teased, a playful smile on his face

“why don't you look out for that aeroplane you tall freak,” you replied, a smile finding it's way to your lips.

mingyu chuckled.

“in all seriousness though, thank you mingyu, it means a lot,” you told him, truthfully. “besides, betting is stupid anyway.”

“really?” he asked. “because i can bet that i can make you fall in love with me in two weeks,” he replied, a smug expression on his face.

“dream on,” you hissed.

“what– scared you're gonna lose?” he taunted.

“oh you're on, kim mingyu,” you shook hands

and in the moment, mingyu pulled you closer, and bent down to your level

“but just so you know– I won't lose this time,” he whispered, that damned grin on his face.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #kim mingyu imagines #kim mingyu #mingyu seventeen #mingyu #seventeen mingyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #seventeen college au

[headinthestaticsky]

NEW! The Fire of the Innocent Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Hale, Chapter 5

Authors note: Again some elements of the movie and book have been changed. Remember when this song was popular?

"I keep going to the river to pray 'Cause I need something that can wash out the pain And at most I'm sleeping all these demons away But your ghost, the ghost of you It keeps me awake."

Ghost by, Ella Henderson

I hadn't been down to the reservation in a while it's lush trees and plants were turning orange and yellow and its grass was still damp and slippery. It was as if it was frozen in time, being dormant in constant rain and coldness. Before I knew it I was at Billy Black's house, an uneasiness was nestled within my stomach. I didn't know how Jacob would react or how much he had changed. I knew he was still hurt after all the manipulation Bella had put him through and I didn't know how he would treat me. Would it be was cheerfulness and joy or would his heart freeze over and reject my plea immediately? I didn't have much time to ponder over my choices as the door had swung open. A smile greeted me at the door, Billy Black hadn't changed much... it gave me a sense of comfort.

"Fleur, it is so nice to see you again...Sam told me the situation you're in... I hope you make it out okay." Billy said, moving aside for me to come in.

"Thank you, I hope we do too... Did dad show you pictures of Ezra?"

Billy chuckled before answering me.

"You know he did, he looks a lot like you two... same black hair and brown eyes."

"He doesn't have my personality that's for sure."

"What's he like?"

"He's a lot like Jasper... calm and collected the only thing he got from me was my love for the Earth. He is obsessed with plants, water, and he is absolutely fascinated by space it's adorable." I smiled at the thought of my son... I never knew how much love I could feel someone until I had him. I loved Jasper to death of course but having a child just opens your eyes that much more.

"Not that I'm complaining that you visited but, there is a reason you're here I'm sure."

I looked at him, guilt replaced my joy.

"Yeah, there is... I need to talk to Jacob, is he here?"

"He might be down at the beach, if he's not there he's in the barn house."

"Thank you, Billy. It's so nice seeing you again." I said, I bent down to hug him.

I then turned around walking toward the front door, I walked down to La Push. The nerves had set in again and if I could, my palms would probably be sweaty. The wet gravel crunched beneath my feet and the wind howled loudly. I had stopped and looked around, the ocean looked grey matching the sky perfectly.

"What are you doing here?" I sternly voiced asked from behind me.

I slowly turned around and saw Jacob staring at me. The disdain was riddled in his eyes.

"Hey, Jacob..."

"What are you doing here?" He asked again he sounded angrier.

"I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't important... I think you know everything that is going on right now."

"I know some of it but that's not my problem. I left Sam's pack."

My eyes widened, shock replaced my apprehensiveness.

"What? Why?"

"I didn't feel the need to be there anymore... and before you even ask you know why."

"It is Bella?"

"Ding ding ding."

"I'm sorry Jacob... I know my sister really hurt you."

"Not like you care."

I walked up to him looking him dead in the eye.

"Of course I do! Jake, I've known you since I was a little girl... you were one of my best friends. I know you can't stand what am I but I am always going to care about you."

His eyes filled with sadness but relief began to shine through. I took a chance and pulled him in for a hug, he reciprocated it. I could feel hot droplets of water fall onto my clothes.

"She really fucking hurt me."

Venom leaked from my eyes and my face scrunched up.

"She hurt me too."

I didn't know how long I was standing there with him but suddenly the sun filled my vision. It was like our walls built with coldness and ice were beginning to thaw. I hadn't really talked much about any of this with Jasper or the others. No matter how much she screwed me over she was still my sister. As much as I didn't want to I loved her and I always would. Jacob and I pulled apart, I could see the relief on his face. He must've been holding all of this in too, all of that pain stuffed into a bottle that was about ready to burst.

"So... what did you need?" He asked, a small smile was on his face.

"You know I had a son?"

"Yeah, I do... Billy tells me all the time about the photos your dad shows him."

"Well... Bella and Edward told the Volturi about him and now they're coming after all of us."

"Wow... So that's where she went."

"Yeah... Leah told me that a lot more people are turning because of the vampires we found to help us out."

"So you're asked me to help the wolves out."

"Damn didn't even have to finish my statement."

Jacob laughed before answering.

"I'm in... you're going to need all the help you can get."

"Thank you so much Jacob you do not know how much I appreciate this."

Timeskip: 2 hours later

Jacob and I drove back down to the Cullens' house, I wondered how they would react. When I pulled into the driveway I saw Jasper and Rosalie waiting for me.

"Oh boy..." I muttered to myself. Jacob and I got out of the car and approached them.

"Fleur where were you?" Jasper asked.

"I had to find a little bit more help," I said, gesturing toward Jacob.

"Jacob, nice to see you again." Jasper greeted, I could tell he was tense.

"Don't worry I'm not gonna try anything on you guys... even if blondie tries to poison me."

"Don't push your luck." Rosalie threatened, her eyes took on a deadly look and her finger was pointed at him.

"Okay you two settle down and get in the house," I said, trying to breaking the tension. Before we could however I could he the sound of two people running. Their speed wasn't one of a human Rosalie, Jasper, and Jacob would all hear it too.

"Rosalie get Carlisle now!" I said.

Rosalie quickly ran into the house.

Before I knew it two men were standing in front of me... both were unfamiliar.

"Who are you?"

The door behind me swung open and Carlisle called out toward the two people. Kate, Rosalie, and Emmett were right behind him.

"Vladimir, Stefan, you're a long way from home."

"What are they doing here?" I heard Kate inquire.

"We heard the Volturi were moving against you. But that you would not stand alone." Vladimir answered.

"We didn't do what we were accused of," I stated.

"We do not care what you did."

"We have been waiting a millennium for the Italian scum to be challenged," Stefan said in eagerness.

"It's not our plan to fight the Volturi," Carlisle said quickly.

"Shame. Aro's witnesses will be so disappointed."

"They enjoy a good fight."

"Aro's witnesses?" I asked.

"Aww. Still, hoping they'll listen?" Vladimir said to me mockingly.

"When Aro wants someone from a coven it's never long before evidence turns up proving that coven committed some crime."

"So he's done this before?" I said, anger leaked in my voice and I quickly whipped my head around to look at Carlisle.

"It happens so rarely, I never realized it was a pattern," Carlisle replied.

"How in the hell do you not remember that he's done this before you've lived for hundreds of years!"

"I can't really tell you Fleur... I just know he always pardons one person whose thoughts he claims are repentant. This person always has an ability. And they're always given a place with the Guard."

"It has to be about Alice. He has no one like her!" I started.

"Which is why she left." Jasper finished for me.

"Why does he need witnesses?" Emmett asked.

"To spread the word that justice has been served. After he slaughters an entire coven." Vladimir answered.

"Come on inside, we need to tell everyone else the news," Carlisle said.

You could imagine the faces of everyone when they revealed the pattern of the Volturi. Horror and shocked were all anyone could feel in the room.

"Benjamin, Tia, we're leaving. NOW!" Amun demanded.

I quickly jumped up blocking his way toward the exit.

"And where will you go? What makes you think they'll be satisfied with Alice? What's to stop them from going after Benjamin next? Or Zafrina or Kate, Bree, or anyone else with a gift?" I started, I looked toward Jasper for support.

"They will try to get anyone they want. Their goal isn't punishment, it's power. It's acquisition. Carlisle might not ask you to fight, but Fleur and I will. For the sake of my family. But also for yours. And for the way you want to live." Jasper added. Jacob and Leah looked at each other before nodding slightly toward one another.

"The pack will fight. We've never been afraid of vampires."

"We will fight," Kate said, Tanya, Elezar, and Carmen nodded in agreement.

"This won't be the first time I fought a king's rule." Garrett added.

"We'll join you." Benjamin said, smiling at me."

"No, we will not!"

"I will do the right thing, Amun. You may do as you please." Benjamin said dismissing Amun.

"We will stand with you."

"So will we."

I looked at everyone before thanking them.

"We're going to take down these bastards once and for all."

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