#but some of these subs actively try to take the “toxic” out of toxic and just

[hwallazia]

ANT!FRAGILE – 최산

synopsis . in which you pamper your successful boyfriend after his dream night at coachella.

pairing . choi san & fem!reader

genre . smut (mdni!) fluff at the end, comfort, established relationship, idol!au, and a poor attempt of comedy.

taglist . @bro-atz | comment your username if you wanna be added to my permanent taglist! ♡

word count . 3,1k

DISCLAIMER! unprotected sex (wrap before tap!), bath sex, slight degradation? (reader’s referred as “dumb girl” once), dirty talk, softdom!san, sub!reader, dacryphilia?, slight overstimulation, hickeys, size difference, bulge kink, cow girl position, petnames (princess, love, darling & more), teasing, squirt, suggestive language (yn tells wooyoung to kill himself, jokingly! they’re two very friendly friends ;)), coachella san (as a warning itself, yes).

NIC’S NOTES . this took way too long for no reason at all (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠) but here it is! my brain rot of coachella san (ofc with teeth rotting fluff at the end bc i’m the one writing it) also, lowercase is intentional! (again, to lazy to write it properly;;)

you should’ve seen it coming after you found out that your boyfriend, san, would be performing at an event as important as coachella. not that you were complaining though.

you knew how much your boyfriend loves attention, how much it turned him on to hear the fans scream for him, and how the cameras adjust their lens to zoom in on his face or his toned muscles from dancing and moving from side to side. there were constant conversations in which san would ask you “should i wear this?”, “if i unbutton a couple of buttons will i get a reaction from atiny?” of course, you’d tell him dismissively that no matter what he does, he’d always get a reaction from everyone, from you especially.

but taking off his shirt in the middle of a concert? really?

you had already seen him without clothes on the upper part of his body, of course, —and also without clothes down there, but let’s omit details—. the thing here’s that you knew how cautious he was with his clothing, always trying to cover what was most important. but this surprised you, and immensely.

it is, in fact, a sight for sore eyes. but a certain level of jealousy invaded your body; you liked to think that you were the only one with the privilege of seeing his well-worked body. but now millions of people and locals would have photos and videos of your shirtless boyfriend on stage. you definitely couldn’t accept it, even though the entire internet already knows exactly what ateez’s choi san looks like underneath the expensive fabric that covers him at concerts.

you were fully aware that this was his job, and that he was paid for it, but did it really have to be him? why not any other member? maybe seonghwa? or mingi! what about him? he also has a pretty active and... desperate fanbase. it was obvious that more than one fan would pay to get, at least, a glimpse of his abs. so, with so many options, why was your boyfriend the exposed person?

but of course you couldn’t show up in his dressing room with a jealous expression clearly decorating your face, you had to act like the sweet and tender girlfriend you were and put jealousy aside for a moment. your boyfriend had just finished performing on a dream stage for any artist, you couldn’t ruin his night because of a little scene.

you weren’t a jealous or toxic lover; you were a conservative one. you liked knowing that you were special to san and you expected exclusivity from him; consequently, he would receive the same treatment. but you should’ve expected it when you started dating choi san. he’s an idol and that's his job: to cause, in any way, the attention of the fans which, consequently, would keep them afloat or flying through the charts.

but, that was an indelible feature of yours. therefore, in some way, you would make it noticeable.

you hit your knuckles a few times, with moderate intensity, against the modern metallic door decorated by a gold star that highlighted your boyfriend’s band name. you watched as the handle turned slightly and opened the door wide, managing to discover wooyoung with a foaming glass of champagne that found its rest in the palm of her hand. behind his figure, you could see mingi sitting on a noticeably comfortable leather couch next to yunho, both of them clinking their glasses together with a clink; yeosang and seonghwa taking a selfie in the mirror and jongho and hongjoong talking animatedly, perhaps about the upcoming scenarios you thought.

“what the hell are you doing here?” wooyoung said, looking at you confusingly. you narrowed your eyes slightly at his quick lack of courtesy.

“good night to you too, wooyoung. you were incredible out there.” you replied sarcastically, hoping he would finally greet you properly.

“oh thank you so much. but seriously, what are you doing here?” he asked once again.

“what do you mean what am i doing here? i came to congratulate y’all for the show because you totally killed it. all the atiny around me went absolutely feral because of you guys.” you praised, and wooyoung grinned nicely. jongho and hongjoong came up behind him, intrusively joining the conversation.

“well thank you very much, yn.” jongho responded and you gave him your purest smile, truly meaning your words.

“but i also came here to congratulate my boyfriend personally?” you interrogated since his figure wasn’t appearing in your visual field.

“that’s why i was asking! damn, you really don’t listen." wooyoung sentenced, his gaze being comparable to that of a mother scolding her daughter. “as soon as the concert was over, he changed and went to the hotel to see you. he thought you’d be there.”

“but i don’t have a ride home, and my phone died” you explained, doe-eyed as you waited for wooyoung, or any of the boys, to take the hint and quickly take you to the hotel to your boyfriend.

“you could just ask for it, you know?” wooyoung tsked, but finally surrendered to your big, brown eyes with a sigh. “give me two seconds to look for the car keys. i’ll take you there.”

and that’s what he did as fast as lighting since he knew they’d only have that night all for themselves before flying back out to korea. the next day would be full of promotion of their songs to the locals and their stage in coachella, so san wouldn’t be able to even spend a bit of his day with you. 

during the ride to the hotel, wooyoung spoke, “hey just don’t tire him out since we have quite the amount of work to do tomorrow.”

“you know, you could say something like ‘have a nice time together’, ‘take care of him’, ‘call me if you need anything-” before you could continue, he interrupted you briskly. 

“oh hell no. the both of you are responsible adults who know how to take care of themselves without someone else’s help so don’t even try to bother me tonight because i’m exhausted as shit.” he confessed, hands adjusting their position on the steering wheel when cornering.

“oh so now you’re saying i’m a burden?” you asked ironically, knowing wooyoung would catch it was only a joke.

“oh you do know how to think!” he smiled looking away from the road for a bit to lock gazes with you. wrinkles decorated the corner of your eyes as you closed them a little.

“go kill yourself.” you huffed.

“shut up, you love me,” his puckering lips sent a flying kiss to you. he stopped his words briefly, “actually you kind of have to, since i’m taking you with your beloved boyfriend.”

“touché” you agreed. 

the ride to the hotel was quick and calm since you were talking and joking animatedly with wooyoung. and when you least expected it, the car stopped moving. consequently, you turned to look out through your window, yellow lights, and gold decorations hurting your eyes with how beaming they looked, even when it was one in the morning.

“here we are.” wooyoung turned to look at you, his sincere eyes transmitting warmth, “remember what i told you-”

“yeah, i got it mom,” you answered, rolling your eyes vexingly. the man gave you an annoying gaze, so you replied, “what? you’re acting as if you were my mother! chill out, for fuck’s sake. as you said, both of us are responsible adults who know how to take care of ourselves.” you used his own words as a weapon to defend yourself against his exaggerated concern.

“whatever. just go,” he unlocked the car’s door so you could get out of the car once you finished your little conversation. “he’s been a pain in the ass lately because he hasn’t had time to see you.”

“imma get going then,” your hand approached the car door handle and finally opened it and got out of the vehicle. “thank you, woo. i owe you one.”

“you owe me way too many to count ’em” wooyoung wheezed. “but yeah, we’ll add it to the list.” he gave you one final smile, which you reciprocated sweetly.

you finally closed the door and watched wooyoung make his way back to where coachella was taking place, he’d probably go to enjoy the rest of the night’s stages with his members. you genuinely wished for him to do well and arrive with the boys safely, but now you had something more important to do: pamper your successful boyfriend after his dream night at coachella.

after you saw wooyoung getting lost on the dark LA highway, you turned around and ran towards the hotel to get into the elevator and quickly dial the floor of your boyfriend’s room.

once there, before your brain could think about it, your legs moved on their own and guided you recklessly toward the door. you hit your knuckles against it a few times, but there was no response.

“sannie? it’s yn. are you there?” you mutter softly against the door frame. another moment of silence came in response.

remembering your boyfriend had given you the key card, you pulled it out of your coat and faced it against the handle. after a soft peep sounded, you opened the door. just to be greeted with a dim-lighted room.

you wandered around the room, looking carefully at the floor so as not to bump your feet against any furniture or step on any item of clothing that, perhaps in a hurry, had been forgotten on the carpeted floor. you kept repeating your boyfriend’s name until the silence stunned you. the dazzling city lights illuminating what the poor little lamp that rested on the nightstand could not illuminate.

suddenly everything went silent. until you heard, in the back of your head, a faded tune. you quickly recognized the melody and started humming the song, the lyrics of the weeknd’s starboy being the only thing you could think about.

once again, you knocked a few times on the door, this time receiving a response from the other side. a dull “who is it?” was heard. “it’s me, love. yn.” you replied.

“oh, babe! come in!” he said happily, you could imagine the adorable smile drawn on his lips.

you turned the handle gently. and lord, didn’t the scenery you were greeted with turned you on.

your boyfriend’s toned body resting on the bathtub, lavender-scented bubbles covering most of it, his nipples being exposed to the fresh bathroom air that would soon turn into a heavier one, and his arms resting on each side of the tub. a serene, yet excited, expression decorating your boyfriend’s gaze.

“hi, beautiful,” he welcomed you. his eyes becoming crescent moons due to the effect of his beaming smile.

“there they are, those beautiful eyes i love so much,” you mumbled, walking right next to him to caress his left cheek soothingly. “how’re you feeling, champ?”

“alive as fuck,” both of you giggled at his response, your loving gaze locking with his for a moment of comfortable silence. suddenly you felt his hand fondling yours.

“mind joining me here?” his sharp eyes turning darker than they already were as they looked at you. fortunately for your boyfriend, you were willing to give him the moon and the stars that night.

you still can’t explain how you ended up on top of san, the water covering up to your navels, while he moved his thumb masterfully over your clit and his fingers repeatedly entered your cunt. his phalanges stretched you deliciously, causing several moans and moans from you.

“is that the spot, sweetheart? you're shaking so much.” his voice was hoarse and deep as the ocean, causing dizziness to affect your common sense.

“y-yes, don’t stop, please- ahh! ngh...” you could barely answer.

“sorry, love.” he announced before stopping his movements, drawing a annoyed, pathetic whine from your swollen lips. before you could insult him, he spoke first. “’wanna feel your tight cunt cumming around me, pretty.” during his brief pause, a pitiful cry from you was heard. “will you let me?”

“yes!” you answered desperately, “y...yes, i’m all yours, sannie. use me.”

san let out deep groan, which resonated inside your ears and made your heart jump out of your ribcage for a second. you rapidly adjusted yourself so you could reach the height of his crotch and massage his veiny, prominent erection, then align it to your entrance.

“go down slowly, don’t want my pretty girl to break.” he expressed, his soft, low voice driving you insane. still, you looked at him with cocked eyebrows.

“break? hah. surely, coachella drove your ego up to the clouds.” your eyes stabbing daggers into his. his hands found a home on your hips, slightly drawing them down to insert his cock inside you. your hand landing on his bare chest stopping his every move.

“nah. it’s just that you’re kind of fragile after all.”

you knew he was messing with you, provoking you. if there was one thing he always reminded you of, it was how strong, determined, and passionate you were, and it was one of the many features that made him fall deeply in love with you.

“let’s see who’s the fragile one here” you went down without warning on his cock, surprisingly touching your cervix all at once. a moan was snatched from both of you. your shaking body began to move carefully up and down him.

“f-fuck, yn- mm,” you heard a strangled moan from your lover, his lower lip was caught in between his teeth.

“f-fragile? that’s y...your- ah! your shit ass cock.” you manage to respond, notoriously provoking him.

“i don’t think it’s a shit ass cock, beautiful- ngh.” he panted, “just look how full you are.” he held your hand delicately despite the momentary brutality and placed it over your belly, a small lump formed there, “full of me, and my shit ass cock.” san breathed, kissing your collarbone, leaving cute lovebites in it. “you cry and beg for it every single night, hun. what does that have to say about you, hm?” a pitiful whine left your lips, demonstrating san that you were truly incapable of formulating coherent words. you were just too fucked out.

“well, lemme tell you,” he continued. “you’re just a dumb girl who needs to be fucked by a big fucking cock, otherwise, you don’t stop whining.” he said profoundly, his voice stimulating all your senses at once as he absolutely ravished you. “isn’t that right, princess?”

“i- ah! sannie, pleeease.” you blubbered, your eyes shedding the most precious tears.

“i asked you a question, darling. and i expect you to answer.” he sentenced sternly, grabbing your jaw and mushing your cheeks together. a pout was, therefore, formed on your lips.

“yes! yesyesyes, you’re right. i just need and think about being fucked by your big fucking cock-” you acknowledged, immersed and lost in the feeling, feeling like he was fucking you just like the first time.

“you’re such a cutie when you whine for me.” he chuckled while you, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back your screams anymore. his eyes stuck to your bouncing breasts, and your parted lips.

“what happened, princess? is it too much?” he cooed at you, looking at you adoringly, his eyes beaming at the sight of you.

“n-no,” you tried with all your might not to stumble over your words, but it was almost impossible since your thoughts were interrupted by the intrusion of your boyfriend's cock into your tight cunt.

“no? let’s see if it is now,”

your bastard boyfriend directed his hand toward your vagina, his ring finger and middle finger deliciously touched your clit. san watched as you exploded inside, his cock was bringing you closer to an abysmal orgasm that you doubted you could withstand, but you were a masochist, and despite all of this, you continued to go up and down on his cock sloppily.

“san! i’m s-so close- fuck!” your frowned eyebrows, reddened cheeks, swollen lips, and arched back made san float, he couldn’t worship you more than he already did at that moment. he was internally so grateful that you were his. only his to kiss, to hug, to fuck, and to adore.

you had had many guys behind you in the past, and they all promised the same thing: ‘i promise you the moon and the stars’, but absolutely none of them reached the level that choi san reached, who promised and delivered to make you see the stars, the moon and– fuck, he made you see the entire milky way every time you were with him.

“go on, babe. let it out for me, i got you,” he hid his face in the crook of your neck when you slowed down bouncing, and then he lifted it up. his lips brushed your neck, a position which he took advantage of to lick and suck on the side of it, adorning it with some nice and new hickeys next to the ones he did some moments ago.

san did everything he could to give you a good orgasm, a strong one, but pleasant. he loved seeing your expression as you had reached the peak of pleasure, a squirt erupted between your bodies, causing strangled moans to come from both mouths. your walls became tighter, squeezing out every drop of cum held in san’s hard cock. you felt how a strip of that viscous, white essence warmed your insides even more. the feeling even being comfortable in some kind of way.

“see? i didn’t break, idiot. hah,” you huffed out a sigh, looking at that beautiful face that you would never get tired of.

“mhm, you’re always so strong and beautiful. aren’t you, my love?” he reacted breathlessly as he stroked your cheek, as if it were the finest diamond.

“always, and only for you,” you wrinkled your nose as you looked at him foolishly in love.

you turned and felt stupid every time you were around this man, but what could you say? you weren’t complaining at all.

that man was capable of loving you in all your facets, in all your states and moments.

you were also grateful that choi san was yours, and solely yours.

“well, big boy,” you started, settling into his chest with him still inside you, keeping you warm, “i’m very proud of you and your achievements, love. you really brought home the trophy.”

“actually, you came here all by yourself.” he flirted, a cocky smile causing a giggle to ring inside your ribcage. “hm. thank you, princess. but the actual trophy is you and will always be you.”

you hid your face with your hands, splashing a little water unintentionally, “don’t start being all mushy, you softie. i’m gonna cry otherwise,”

he laughed, his voice causing your skin to vibrate lightly. “okay okay. wanna finally wash up?”

“can we just... stay like this? just for a bit,” you closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth your boyfriend provided you.

“of course, princess. whatever you want,” he held you in his arms safely, making you sleepy. two minutes of silence filled with tranquility and love passed, until san started talking, “remember you’re always my trophy.” he muttered lowly with his honey-dripping voice.

“babe,”

“hm?”

“shut up.”

| masterlist

#hwallazia #ateez #ateez smut #choi san #choi san smut #san smut #san x reader #choi san x reader #san fanfic #choi san imagine #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic

[belovedqueer]

Sub title: 100% Toxic yandere kidnaps you! (BE CAREFUL)

Sub Affs: Yandere ill never ever hurt you or anyone you care about, never isolates you or holds you hostage, respects your privacy and boundaries and treats you like a person, and like, 50 other safety affs

Me: My brother in christ do you know what toxic means

#Like i can understand safety affs cause some things are dangerous to manifest but #you cannot put toxic & safe together #like the only safety affs I accept are 'you aren't trumatized by your yan's behavior' #or like 'You don't regret your manifestation' or whatever #but some of these subs actively try to take the “toxic” out of toxic and just #like I don't want a 'glamourized yandere' I want someone who'll literlly murder me if I try to leave them! #hitoka.txt #sparkle.txt #yandere manifestation #ug subliminal #tw yandere #tw abuse mention #tw murder mention #ask to tag. #radqueer yandere #yandere radqueer

[tarjapearce]

Poppy Blue

Blue Jones! Miguel x Baby Doll! Reader.

Art by @marbipa on x

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Power play, choking kink, rough sex, mentions of abuse, preying, toxic and perverted behavior, implicit clandestine and illegal activities, lobotomy, dissociation, implicit depersonalization, objectification, hate sex, manhandling, violence, sub space. No Proofread.

Summary: Messy things ~ (I guess?) Miguel as Blue Jones from Sucker Punch.

A/N: Watched Sucker Punch last night and... yeah. Had to get this out of my system. ~ Another one for the Miguelverse ~

Masterlist

All it took was a bullet. Aimed at your assailant with no intentions of missing. Yet you did. You missed, failed terribly so. His chest was your goal, instead it went directly to his shoulder.

Projectile ripping and scorching skin, tissue and muscle in the go, earning a shaky and pained yelp. But it was the least he deserved after trying to be sneaky on your sister, that laid cold and bled out in the floor. She was no match for his knife and his blood thirst of the night. The rest was a blur.

And now, you were dragged down to the wet and dull greys walls of your future home. Lennox House. Or rather Lennox Asylum for the Mentally Ill.

Everything about the place screamed danger, everything about the people working in the monstrosity of place yelled I'm no better.

Barefoot, soaked in rain, holding your new uniform and gazing at the biggest man you've seen in you life, holding a bunch of keys while his eyes bore into you.

The way he stared made your skin crawl and it didn't help your clothes clung to your body. Arms braced the uniform closer to your chest, trying to cover it up. His eyes wandered to the man behind you, a police officer with three scratched lines into his face. You hadn't left him unscathed. Not when he tried to play rough with you back at your old home.

The man showed you around, place was as depressing as it was from the outside, but The Theater took the prize.

Girls your age dressed in gray, socializing in the area. And by socializing it'd mean to watch them either receive therapy with a polish beautiful woman named Vera Gorski, or watch them fight over the stupidest things. But who could blame them?

Some probably had enough time inside that had memorized the cracks in the wall, the scratches on the floor, the number of chewed gums underneath the table or how many dust particles were accumulated in the windows. Gray. Everything was gray and dull.

Even the voice of the men behind you talking about a price for your silence were tiresome and dry. Two thousand. That's what your memories were valued as. A number you now hated.

Corrupt pigs

The police officer gave you a gentle push forward as a nurse came to fetch you. The simple touch of that man made your skin revolt and slapped him hard across his wilting face, a scowl on your grimace that slowly turned into a smirk as the police officer tried to catch you, but you were being dragged away by two nurses into a life that would turn your head upside down and backwards, the many times it saw fit until you'd understand that you weren't in charge.

Until you'd understand your purpose.

Dance.

"If you don't dance, you have no purpose."

Madam Gorski murmured to you. Pretty, dangerous and aware of the many many situations revolving in the brothel. Cause in truth, the asylum was just an alibi and a frontage for the real deal. House Lennox. A house of pleasure.

Bets, drinks, sex, meds and a hell of a show to anyone that filled Miguel's pockets.

The main attraction? Girls that society deemed unfit to keep within her picky guts. Too into messy situations to keep the pretense around relatives. Too fucked up to function properly but good enough to mold and shape into something useful, and too tempting to break even further.

She mumbled while circling you, her dark eyes scrutinized you unabashedly, taking in everything her sight could reach. Pursing her pouty lips upon your body.

Pretty, scared, still holding a grip on reality while trying to swallow a really hard to deglute pill, and oh so perfect for a new purpose.

"We do not keep things in here that serve no purpose."

The collide of her cane on the floor was like a metronome, setting the pace to enter a forbidden place, somewhere that none could reach but you. Mind splitting in two, dissociating soul from conscience, leaving an empty, moving vessel behind. You were free for a moment. And now you wanted more, more of that place where your imagination ran rampant.

Where Gorski's words meant nothing, where the guards had no power, where you were allowed to break down and feel without second intentions or being frowned upon. But mainly, without Miguel’s preying gaze licking you raw while undressing your form with it.

But the clapping and praising brought you back to this reality. Red eyes fell upon you, studying, raking over your body upside down, stopping at your thighs to then go back to your flushed and breathless face.

Mr. O'Hara. Miguel 'Blue' O'Hara. The asylum guard, the key bearer, perverted pimp, and your new shadow.

Ever since that dance many things changed.

Even though you danced, duties in the asylum weren't to be neglected. If you said no, you'd get a visit to the hole.

If you didn't dance, you'd get a visit to the hole.

But if you didn't do things Miguel's way, you'd get a personal talk with him, and then a visit to the hole.

And those talks, surely weren't words.

Scrubbing the floors gave you the chance to listen a bit of everything. Girl's derangements, psychotic outbreaks, mumblings that were filled in with regret and many more flourishing emotions; the ever loud music from the cook, and the unceasing mewls and obscene noises coming from Miguel's office.

Some girls misbehaved on purpose, just to get a taste of him. Others did anything to draw his attention to them, specially in the dance floor. But you knew better to anger him.

Sure, pleasure came in hand with a high price. He wasn't good, he wasn't nice nor gentle, matter-of-factly some girls cried during their one on one sessions and the degradation only enhanced the tears.

Sick fuck.

Gorski's alarms flared up upon seeing belt marks on their legs and ass, bites in their inner thighs and bruises on their hips. Eyes a bit too gone and tired to actually work in anything. They might have spread the gossip around of Miguel fucking them, and even enjoyed it.

But the aftermath of it, said otherwise. And it was enough to keep you on check, but even so he was pulled to you like a magnet so strong you could see the refrain in his eyes every time he approached you.

Hands shaky, tongue rubbing and wetting his plump lips, a soft flush on his cheeks and pleading eyes. A silent 'Let me play too' cause he wasn't allowed to touch, or taste you. Instead, he'd use the girls willing to please him to take his anger out. Their bodies meant nothing, they meant nothing cause they weren't you.

They didn't have your body, they didn't have your sweet voice that distorted into moans and gasps that he'd kill to induce every time you danced, but above all, they didn't have your spark.

That little interaction with the police when you first arrived, had him folding on a bathroom, stroking himself to oblivion at the mere sound of your slaps.

Unbeknownst to you, you held so much power over him. Power he was set to dull, because he was the only one in control. Not even Gorski and her stupid polish methods to get in the rest's head. He ran the place and had it under control.

For how long though?

You wanted out. His little Poppy wanted out and surely would get everything to be free and leave him, forsake him in this damned place.

Anger flowed within his veins like molten lava upon remembering how other men looked at you, how other men wanted you. They'd possibly been imagining how good and tight your insides would feel cause the way you moved when you were up in the stage, was surreal. It was like another person took over.

But he, a sick fuck through and through, would want both. No. He'd have both. He craved and needed both, even better when you were dressed in such things that only added more dry bones to his needy fire.

Fucking lucky of them to feel you and be a your second skin. Even that stupid and everything but innocent uniform you were to dress every day, stirring up enough to let him take a peek of your panties, or the stockings underneath that remained etched on your supple thighs he'd often fantasize in getting lost between.

He just had to wait for you to misbehave. But sadly you didn't seem keen into breaking the rules. He'd wait.

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"Stormy, come."

Vera called another girl. Whoever gave their names either knew them too well or picked random words in a go. Gorski too engrossed into her lessons to notice you had been dragged away by other guards under Miguel's petition.

Had you forgotten about something? No. Surely not. Last week's chores were fulfilled completely, the bathrooms were clean, the kitchen's dishes turn were washed up, and so were the floors. Your wrists sore, a reminder to ask for a new brush.

And-

Shit.

Fuck.

The laundry.

Some dancers had ran out of stockings, lingerie, and some sheets from the brothel needed to be replaced ASAP.

But you, Poppy, as Vera had called you and it stuck with the rest ever since, had trouble. Just cause you had forgotten about the damn laundry.

Miguel's formidable frame came into view, he was on a call, lying on how well someone's daughter was doing after a lobotomy. How they didn't have to worry about her anymore.

Your stomach felt sick and your heart leaped on your chest once he ended up the call. The guards had been long gone, leaving you with your shadow alone.

If honest, you knew Miguel either followed or kept you watched under hawk's eyes. Time stopped as soon as he turned to face you.

Pupils wide blown as soon as you came into his sight.

"My sweet, sweet Poppy."

He inhaled deeply and clasped his hands together before his face. An uncontainable smirk morphed into a light titter.

"You've been a bad girl, princesa."

His hands slamming on the table before him made you jolt and blink at his sudden mood shift.

"We..." He wetted his lips as he came behind you, "We were counting on you, Mi cielo. But... you failed us. Failed me."

A gulp as his breath fanned over the crook of your neck.

"You see..." His big and long fingers brushing your hair away from the right side of your head joint, "Now I gotta improvise something for the next show. "

"I'm sorry, I forgot-"

His hand took a hold of your neck and the contact made him growl. Warm, smooth, feeling every heartbeat underneath his big and calloused palms.

Lips dangerously close to your ear, breathing and panting as he pulled you closer to him, your back colliding against his torso and abdomen.

"Shh"

He hushed while taking a big whiff off you. A mix of soap, perfume and cigarettes. His hand squeezed tighter, earning a lovely and sweet yelp from you as he pushed you against his desk.

Your eyes widened in surprise upon feeling the hardening cock in between the slot of your thighs, poking, begging to be released and finally take you.

"You remind me of someone. Too bad she lost her spark."

His hand riled the skirt of your uniform up, passing up some layers of extra clothing, your underwear and stockings. Hand plunged inside to finally allowing his fingers to have a sample of your flesh.

"But I'm keeping yours alight, sweetheart."

His cock twitched when he found your clit. Fingers dexterous and peeling the outer folds away to give a gentle rub before you closed your legs almost instantly. A little delaid reaction, your brain was still processing it.

You went completely still when he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips. He sucked them off with hunger, groaning and trembling at the taste.

"Por Dios, preciosa..."

You tried to pry his hand out of your neck but the struggle made his breathings more labored and needy as he humped and ground against you from behind. Letting his tip to speak volumes at how hard and wanton he was. How bad you made him react. How much power you had over him.

Of course.

The idea of having him subdued to you assaulted your mind. Pressuring you into pleading, just like your clit that clenched and twitched upon having his tip rubbing in a slow yet firm strokes.

His hands went back inside your panties, searching for the nub of nerves that had you melting. Tongue skimming at the tender skin of your neck.

Just as he was about to bury a finger knuckle deep, the ever annoying voice of Vera urging Miguel from outside the door, asking for you. Her dear and lovely Poppy.

"Chingada madre" (Fucking shit)

He sighed with an exasperated growl and looked at the door.

"The fuck you want?!"

"I need Poppy on the practice. Now."

Where was the shocking baton when he needed it the most?

For once, you were relieved to know that you didn't go unnoticed under Gorski's watch. She protected the girls in her own way.

Knees trembled as he kept the hand inside. A little miscalculation had you whimpering while his fingers remained trapped in your flesh. His eyes snapped back on you with a smirk.

A hand clasped on top of your mouth, suffocating any moans as he worked his fingers between your pussy. Touching and prodding at the forbidden flesh, a moan vibrated through his hand with a high pitched Hmm

"I'll get her to you right away!"

Miguel yelled while working his fingers harder and faster, alternating between rubbing and fucking your hole with them.

"Spread your legs wider, pretty baby" The husk of his voice made you close your eyes and hips hump ever shyly at his hands. Gaining as much friction as possible.

"Miguel, I need her now."

He grumbled under his breath while moving his hands faster. The wet smooch and sucking squelch had him humping against your panties, breaths agitated, muttering something you could only decipher as filth in spanish, your hands clenched onto him, tightly fisted on his clothes.

Just a bit more

He heard Vera cursing in her native tongue as he prodded his fingers inside, toying with your opening. Stretching and fucking it at his likings.

"You fucking little slut"

He tittered while rubbing furiously in your clit. A bit too rough that had you bucking and trembling in his arms. If his hands made you quiver and melt he couldn't wait to see what his cock could do. You drenched his fingers.

Said fingers were cleaned up again by his mouth with a droopy and pleasure drunk face.

Despite having your legs shaky, he held you by the hips, and forced you to grab onto his desk. His hands quickly fumbled with his pants and boxers, pulling his cock out.

He stroked a couple of times, tip susceptible to stimulation. He pulled the panties aside, your stockings the only barrier between you and his erection. The flimsy layer of clothes instantly adhered to your soaked skin, He pushed in between your thighs, rubbing his cock back and forth with slow thrust against your pussy. His hot length brushed against the already engorged and sensitive nub.

The tightness of your warm thighs smooshed together created the perfect friction hole for him without actually penetrating you. So close and yet so far of that forbidden territory. Soft mewls and whimpers came out your mouth, too enraptured in feeling than verbalizing your pleasure.

He also needed his toys. Specially his favorite. Stockings were thoroughly soaked the more he pushed his cock in and out. Labia clothed and slicked parted to feel his shallow moves. He used you as his fleshlight, his hips smacking yours. His chest rumbled with animalistic and low growls.

His hands were clumsy as the pleasure turned overwhelming, you could see the flushed tip of him peeking out your thighs, the urge of tasting him turned bigger the faster he went. You were trying so hard to keep it as quiet as possible.

"Wished I was inside you, don't you?"

You gasped as he purposely angled his tip in your dripping hole. A shivering breath was all he received.

He took you by your chin and squeezed

"Don't you?!"

"Y-Yes!"

"Yes, what?!"

"Yes, sir."

Jesus fucking Christ.

He pushed in deeper in your cunt, his cock pushed a bit of the stockings inside as he doused it with his cum, unable to hold back any longer, marking you.

You had never heard a man pant and wheeze like that before. So deep, raspy, needy, cradling you tighter, anchoring to you as he shook his orgasm out.

"Fuck- Ay Dios, fuckfuck-"

He slurred while engulfing your frame against the table. Breathings matching his erratic ones.

Your skin between supple thighs felt clammy and sticky. Black stockings ruined completely by the white and wet patch of his scent.

Hot breath fanned over your neck.

"Can't wait to feel the real de-"

The door banged.

"Boss! We need you!"

The guards and Vera had proposed to fuck around with him cause his patience had been tested many times.

Your steps marching away from him snapped him out of his thoughts, He blinked and held you by the wrist, pulling you once more to him to kiss you.

Your first kiss in years. Soft but needy and filled in with a promise to fulfill later.

Now that he had a taste, there was none to stop him. He'd take his favorite toy and go home.

----

Freedom was taken away from you, right before your eyes. Forsaken by your so called friends, marooned by the crew you had gathered within the depths of despair. Your hope had given them a chance at surviving, your courage had transformed you into a fucked up sisterhood, but it was their greed that made you the ultimate sacrifice to their success.

You could only watch while thrashing your way out, but the more you fought, the more guards came to you, but one in particular pulled you out of the mess like a feather. But you didn't stop fighting. Not even when your tabs were in absolute zero probabilities of winning, not when Miguel dragged you inside manhandling your crying form like a ragdoll.

Scratches, fists and other punches didn't move him in the slightest. His grip tightened once you both were locked up in his office once more. He tossed you on the floor.

"Why... Why did you want to leave?"

His tone menacing yet hurt.

The idea of you almost slipping away from him had sent him in a berserk mode that unleashed hellbent through the asylum. Just to find you and when he did, he wanted nothing but hurt you, just the way you've hurt him.

Wasn't his attention enough? , wasn't him being lenient on you and your chores enough? Wasn't he enough?

"WHY?!"

You were too dumbfounded to process his question. Too marked with shame at your failure and rage to pay him attention, and that alone sent him grabbing you by the neck and crash you against a vanity. Tossing everything above it to the floor.

Your back collided against the now shattered mirror, you yelped but still managed to slap him and that made him groan and nod frantically.

Yes

One of his hands was more than enough to hold your both arms as he positioned between your thighs, pressing further against you.

"You don't like me, Poppy? Why?"

"Let me go!"

His hand squeezed your neck tightly, cutting all air for a minute while he kissed you. Sloppy, angry and so full with lust and rage. It gave you no time to react while his other hand tore the panties from underneath your skirt.

You kept slapping him, but that only enticed him to spread you further

"Love that fucking spark on you, preciosa."

He then thrashed you against the table sending a painful jolt through your body, It made you still for a moment.

"No! No! Don't-" his eyes widened in panic, "Don't lose it. Please-"

"No" You panted, "Just found it" A flower vase was smashed in his forehead. And that granted you freedom from his hands as you fell on the floor, gasping for air and crawling away from him.

Heavy steps echoed, trailing dangerously after you. Miguel took you by the ankle and dragged you towards him.

"No!"

He hissed and pulled you upwards, like a statuette, and slammed your torso against the desk you had been clenching onto. All air knocked out your lungs.

A hand passed over his buckle and removed in a swift motion his belt in one go. The sight of your pussy peeking underneath the ruffles of your skirt made a smile that didn't reach his eyes to appear.

He quickly got the belt around your neck, your hands instantly pried, or at least tried to pry it away, scratching yourself in the process. The smell of copper filled in the air, the vase had broke the skin of his forehead.

"You fucking ungrateful bitch!"

He secured the belt tighter and you wheezed, hands flailed to get a hold of him. Fingers already prodding and toying with your cunt, to his surprise, the struggle and fight turned you on, knowing that a man wanted you so badly that would do anything to have you, and you denying such power had you soaked.

Specially when the man in question was this 6'9" cell guard that wanted nothing but to wreck you, destroy you the way you had destroyed his fucked up illusions.

"All I did for you, everything I did meant shit for you-"

He rasped before slapping your butt with such force it stung and left a red imprint on the now reddening flesh.

"I didn't... a-ask you for shit!"

He grunted at your broken words as he pulled the makeshift leash backwards, separated your legs and pulled out his cock once more.

"There we go, baby"

"Y-You're so pathetic-"

Words died in your throat as he slid inch by inch inside. The intrusion made you sob a feeble whimper, it burned and hurt, but in a way you weren't expecting and you liked it.

"Me? Pathetic? Ay muñeca, is not me whose gonna beg me to stop" He pulled your face towards him and kissed you once more, "You won't even remember your name once I'm done with you."

He buried to the hilt as he watched your expression. Troubled yet blissful. A little grip was loosened as he felt you were about to speak again.

"You talk too much shit-."

Part of you regretted said words, cause he smashed your head in the desk and dug his fingers around your hips.

"Is that so?"

Nothing had you prepared for the assailing onslaught of his hips. Fucking was a measly word compared to what he actually was doing to your poor and snug cunt.

It wasn't slapping, his hips thwacked yours with such force you were sure your cervix would be bruised and your legs wouldn't walk properly for the next few days, but as it hurt, it felt good. Too good for your own comfort. Specially when propped a leg ontop of a stool for more leverage to ruin you deeper.

A garbled moan came out your lips, before gritting your teeth together and shaking your head vehemently. He laughed in between deep growls and moans.

"Am I dulling that spark, muñeca?"

Your body lurched forwards, pussy drenched him with every remorseless push he delivered. Eyes struggling to keep on the front, but it was unavoidable to have them rolling back as your jaw slacked open.

High pitched wails rumbled out of your gaping mouth, permeating the once silent room. Two of his fingers slid in your mouth, hot breath colliding against them. They hooked forcing your mouth to keep open.

The desk shook under your weight, the room filled in with moans so sweet and delicious, unlike the many that had been under him.

You were experiencing first hand the danger. Miguel wasn't nice, he wasn't gentle. The latter made an emphasis on its own as he pulled the belt impossibly tighter. A gurgling and rasping noise came from your throat. He wasn't squeezing anymore, he was choking you.

And Dios mio, you were sure you'd die. But dying sounded way too much of a reward than staying in this awful place.

"Yes"

You hissed in between butchered pants and wheezing mewls. Mind set in welcoming the reaper as air was still cut out of your lungs. Legs too weak to keep on their own. Dizziness fogging your mind, fire engulfing your body, Your cunt slurped him in, wetness no longer an issue since he slid and out so easily.

The only indicator you still had consciousness was the little pathetic cries you did as his hips plowed you with a new intensity you didn't know possible.

He had been whispering the filthiest things into your ear, a couple of degrading words you couldn't quite hear, too busy being cock drunk and slipping in and out of consciousness.

Your torso and arms laid in between his arms and the desk, his upper body keeping you still as his hips did the whole assault. His face too snatched in a myriad of things.

Pride cause he finally got to have you and proved you wrong, lust cause you felt just like he had imagined, anger because of your previous words. He was the one that was rawing you into oblivion, had your brain turned upside down, not Gorski, and had you cumming with such an intensity it was overwhelming and too much for your brain to digest.

Too much.

The choking had your brain's fuse in a shortcut, shutting itself off for what it felt like forever, until he spilled himself inside. Renovating your walls white.

Hot cum spurted and not a single drop was wasted as he made sure you kept it inside.

His hulking figure trembled, torn in between subtle and violent spasms that shook him to his very core and raged pants that sent a shiver down your sore spine.

He finally had you and you were his. He wasn't letting you go. Not when he was about to give you a new purpose.

Being his.

---

Everything that he thought good and right blurred. Eyes filled in with tears at your state. Gone. Gone from this world, gone from him, the spark had vanished.

No

How this happened?

His mind raked through the memories, trying to find the right moment everything went to shit.

He signed a paper. A lobotomy authorization in your behalf.

No!, no!.

"Come back" He pleaded while kissing you and squeezing his hands on the joint of your head and shoulders, to pry something out of you. But nothing came.

The spark had been lost.

And so were you.

"Please, muñeca"

He sobbed and cradled you in his arms, but there was no push, no retaliation, nothing. Only a lovely vessel of his love.

You were gone. For real.

He had been so naive to believe that fucking you senseless meant to have you. He had been such a fool to fall for such a simple thing as that.

And now he had lost you. His own hand brought his demise. Guards and Gorski dragged him out, his hand latched on to you, but even your skin felt different.

"Poppy!"

He yelled but you didn't answer. Just watched him with a look that shattered his heart.

You were free. Free and far far away.

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[hopelesslys-world]

50 SHADES OF FUCKED UP | CH. 1

Pairing: Christian Grey x innocent!reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, reader is kind of a bimbo, heavily detailed smut, basically porn, loss of virginity, harsh language, anger issues, stalking, obsession, jealousy, controlling behaviour, DOM-SUB themes, BDSM Expand considered to be portrayed with incorrect/poor etiquette, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse/assault, statutory rape.

Tell me if I missed anything...( As you can see most of the warnings will appear in future chapters. )

I apologize for any grammar mistakes...

Y/M/N: Your Middle Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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*𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙋𝙊𝙑*

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𝐈 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 the reflection of the mirror. Damn my hair—it just won’t behave! And also damn Isabella Clark for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission.

I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at my reflection in the mirror, you blow dry your hair into oblivion and with the help of some hairspray you managed to put your soft curls into place.

Now you finally look somewhat presentable.

Bella is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she’d arranged to do, with some mega-industrialist tycoon I’ve never heard of, for the student newspaper. So I have been volunteered.

I have final exams to cram for, one essay to finish, and I’m supposed to be working this afternoon, but no–today I have to drive a hundred and sixty-five miles to downtown Seattle in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our University, his time is extraordinarily precious—much more precious than mine–but he has granted Bella an interview. A real coup, she tells me.

Damn her extra-curricular activities.

Bella is huddled on the couch in the living room. “Y/N, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this off. Please,” Bella begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice.

How does she do it? Even ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair in place and green eyes bright, although now red-rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.

“Of course I’ll go Bella. You should get back to bed. Would you like some Nyquil or Tylenol?”

“Nyquil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.”

“I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.

“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”

“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Bella, would I do this.

“I will. Good luck. And thanks Y/N/N – as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”

Gathering my things, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let Bella talk me into this. But then Bella can talk anyone into anything.

She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful – and she’s my dearest, dearest friend.

The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, WA toward Portland and the I-5. It’s early, and I don’t have to be in Seattle until two this afternoon. Fortunately, Bella’s lent me her sporty Mercedes CLK.

I’m not sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would make the journey in time. Oh, the Mercedes is a fun drive, and the miles slip away as I floor the pedal to the metal.

My destination is the headquarters of Mr. Grey’s global enterprise. It’s a huge twenty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architect’s utilitarian fantasy, with Grey House written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors.

It’s a quarter to two when I arrive, greatly relieved that I’m not late as I walk into the enormous – and frankly intimidating – glass, steel, and white sandstone lobby.

Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman smiles pleasantly at me. She’s wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She looks immaculate.

“I’m here to see Mr. Grey. Y/N Y/L/N for Isabella Clark.”

“Excuse me one moment, Miss Y/L/N.” She arches her eyebrow slightly as I stand self-consciously before her. I am beginning to wish I’d borrowed one of Bella’s formal blazers.

My outfit definitely didn't suit for something like this, but at the same time I've neve done anything like this.

I love my skirts, basically all of my closet is filled with skirts, dresses, sweaters and the occasional jeans and formal pants.

For me, this is smart. I tuck one of the escaped tendrils of my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn’t intimidate me.

“Miss Clark is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Y/L/N. You’ll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor.” She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt, as I sign in.

She hands me a security pass that has VISITOR very firmly stamped on the front. I can’t help my smirk. Surely it’s obvious that I’m just visiting. I don’t fit in here at all. Nothing changes, I inwardly sigh. Thanking her, I walk over to the bank of elevators pastthe two security men who are both far more smartly dressed than I am in their well-cut black suits.

The elevator whisks me with terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. The doors slide open, and I’m in another large lobby – again all glass, steel, and white sandstone. I’m confronted by another desk of sandstone and another young blonde woman dressed impeccably in black and white who rises to greet me.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you wait here, please?” She points to a seated area of white leather chairs.

Behind the leather chairs is a spacious glass-walled meeting room with an equally spacious dark wood table and at least twenty matching chairs around it. Beyond that, there is a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the Seattle skyline that looks out through the city toward the Sound. It’s a stunning vista, and I’m momentarily paralyzed by the view. Wow.

I sit down, fish the questions from my bag, and go through them, inwardly cursing Bella for not providing me with a brief biography. I know nothing about this man I’m about to interview. He could be ninety or he could be thirty.

The uncertainty is galling, and my nerves resurface, making me fidget. I’ve never been comfortable with one-on-one interviews, preferring the anonymity of a group discussion where I can sit inconspicuously at the back of the room. To be honest, I prefer my own company, reading a classic British novel, curled up in a chair in the campus library. Not sitting twitching nervously in a colossal glass and stone edifice.

I roll my eyes at myself. Get a grip, Y/N. Judging from the building, which is too clinical and modern, I guess Grey is in his forties: fit, tanned, and fair-haired to match the rest of the personnel.

Another elegant, flawlessly dressed blonde comes out of a large door to the right. What is it with all the immaculate blondes? It’s like Stepford here.

Taking a deep breath, I stand up.

“Miss Y/L/N?” the latest blonde asks.

“Yes,” I croak, and clear my throat. “Yes.” There, that sounded more confident.

“Mr. Grey will see you in a moment. May I take your coat?”

“Oh please.” I struggle out of the long black coat.

“Have you been offered any refreshment?”

“Um – no.”

Oh dear, is Blonde Number One in trouble?

Blonde Number Two frowns and eyes the young woman at the desk.

“Would you like tea, coffee, water?” she asks, turning her attention back to me.

“A glass of water. Thank you,” I murmur.

“Olivia, please fetch Miss Y/L/N a glass of water.” Her voice is stern. Olivia scoots up immediately and scurries to a door on the other side of the foyer.

“My apologies, Miss Y/L/N, Olivia is our new intern. Please be seated. Mr. Grey will be another five minutes.”

Olivia returns with a glass of iced water.

“Here you go, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you.”

Blonde Number Two marches over to the large desk, her heels clicking and echoing on the sandstone floor. She sits down, and they both continue their work.

Perhaps Mr. Grey insists on all his employees being blonde. I’m wondering idly if that’s legal, when the office door opens and a tall, elegantly dressed, attractive man with short dreads exits. I have definitely worn the wrong clothes.

He turns and says through the door. “Golf, this week, Grey.”

I don’t hear the reply. He turns, sees me, and smiles, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Olivia has jumped up and called the elevator. She seems to excel at jumping from her seat. She’s more nervous than me!

“Good afternoon ladies,” he says as he departs through the sliding door.

“Mr. Grey will see you now, Miss Y/L/N. Do go through,” Blonde Number Two says.

I stand rather shakily trying to suppress my nerves. Gathering up my bag, I abandon my glass of water and make my way to the partially open door.

“You don’t need to knock – just go in.” She smiles kindly.

I push open the door and stumble through the impressively giant office. I notice a man his face hidden behind the computer. But in a moment he raises his head and approaches me.

That's when I see his face.

Holy Cow, his young nothing like I'd imagined him.

“Miss Clark” He extends a long-fingered hand to me. “I’m Christian Grey.”

So young – and attractive, very attractive. He’s tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copper colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shrewdly. It takes a moment for me to find my voice.

“Um. Actually–” I mutter. If this guy is over thirty then I’m a monkey’s uncle. In a daze, I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily, embarrassed. Must be static.

I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate. “Miss Clark is indisposed, so she sent me. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Grey.”

“And you are?” His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it’s difficult to tell from his impassive expression. He looks mildly interested, but above all, polite.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I’m studying English Literature with Bella, um… Isabella… um… Miss Clark at Washington State.”

“I see,” he says simply. I think I see the ghost of a smile in his expression, but I’m not sure.

“Would you like to sit?” He waves me toward a white leather buttoned L-shaped couch.

His office is way too big for just one man. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there’s a huge modern dark-wood desk that six people could comfortably eat around. It matches the coffee table by the couch. Everything else is white – ceiling, floors, and walls except, on the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hang, thirty-six of them arranged in a square. They are exquisite – a series of mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail they look like photographs. Displayed together, they are breathtaking.

“A local artist. Trouton,” says Grey when he catches my gaze.

“They’re lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary,” I murmur, distracted both by him and the paintings. He cocks his head to one side and regards me intently.

“I couldn’t agree more, Miss Y/L/N,” he replies, his voice soft and for some inexplicable reason I find myself blushing.

Apart from the paintings, the rest of the office is cold, clean, and clinical. I wonder if it reflects the personality of the person who sinks gracefully into one of the white leather chairs opposite me. I shake my head, disturbed at the direction of my thoughts, and retrieve Bella’s questions from my bag.

Next, I set up the mini-disc recorder and am all fingers and thumbs, dropping it twice on the coffee table in front of me. Mr. Grey says nothing, waiting patiently – I hope – as I become increasingly embarrassed and flustered. When I pluck up the courage to look at him, he’s watching me, one hand relaxed in his lap and the other cupping his chin and trailing his long index finger across his lips. I think he’s trying to suppress a smile.

“Sorry,” I stutter. “I’m not used to this.”

“Take all the time you need, Miss Y/L/N,” he says.

“Do you mind if I record your answers?”

“After you’ve taken so much trouble to set up the recorder – you ask me now?”

I flush. He’s teasing me? I hope. I smile shyly, unsure what to say, and I think he takes pity on me because he relents. “No, I don’t mind.”

“Did Bella, I mean, Miss Clark, explain what the interview was for?”

“Yes. To appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as I shall be conferring the degrees at this year’s graduation ceremony.”

Oh! This is news to me, and I’m temporarily pre-occupied by the thought that someone not much older than me – okay, maybe six years or so, and okay, mega successful, but still – is going to present me with my degree.

I frown, dragging my wayward attention back to the task at hand.

“Good,” I swallow nervously. “I have some questions, Mr. Grey.” I smooth a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“I thought you might,” he says, deadpan. He’s laughing at me. My cheeks heat at the realization, and I sit up and square my shoulders in an attempt to look taller and more intimidating. Pressing the start button on the recorder, I try to look professional.

“You’re very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe your success?” I glance up at him. His smile is rueful, but he looks vaguely disappointed.

“Business is all about people, Miss Y/L/N, and I’m very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn’t, what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well.” He pauses and fixes me with his gray stare.

“My belief is to achieve success in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it inside and out, know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot and nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, it’s always down to good people.”

“Maybe you’re just lucky.” This isn’t on Bella’s list – but he’s so arrogant. His eyes flare momentarily in surprise.

“I don’t subscribe to luck or chance, Miss Y/L/N. The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It really is all about having the right people on your team and directing theirenergies accordingly. I think it was Harvey Firestone who said ‘the growth and development of people is the highest calling of leadership.’ ”

“You sound like a control freak.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“Oh, I exercise control in all things, Miss Y/L/N,” he says without a trace of humor in his smile. I look at him, and he holds my gaze steadily, impassive. My heartbeat quickens, and my face flushes again.

Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His overwhelming good-looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he’d stop doing that.

“Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things,” he continues, his voice soft.

“Do you feel that you have immense power?” Control Freak.

“I employ over forty thousand people Miss Y/L/N. That gives me a certain sense of responsibility – power, if you will. If I were to decide I was no longer interested in the telecommunications business and sell up, twenty thousand people would struggle to make their mortgage payments after a month or so.”

My mouth drops open. I am staggered by his lack of humility. “Don’t you have a board to answer to?” I ask, disgusted.

“I own my company. I don’t have to answer to a board.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

I flush. Of course, I would know this if I had done some research. But holy crap, he’s so arrogant. I change tack.

“And do you have any interests outside your work?”

“I have varied interests, Miss Y/L/N.” A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “Very varied.”

And for some reason, I’m confounded and heated by his steady gaze. His eyes are alight with some wicked thought.

“But if you work so hard, what do you do to chill out?”

“Chill out?” He smiles, revealing perfect white teeth. I stop breathing. He really is beautiful. No one should be this good-looking.

“Well, to ‘chill out’ as you put it – I sail, I fly, I indulge in various physical pursuits.”

He shifts in his chair. “I’m a very wealthy man, Miss Y/L/N, and I have expensive and absorbing hobbies.”

I glance quickly at Bella’s questions, wanting to get off this subject.

“You invest in manufacturing. Why, specifically?” I ask. Why does he make me so uncomfortable?

“I like to build things. I like to know how things work: what makes things tick, how to construct and deconstruct. And I have a love of ships. What can I say?”

“That sounds like your heart talking rather than logic and facts.”

His mouth quirks up, and he stares appraisingly at me. “Possibly. Though there are people who’d say I don’t have a heart.”

“Why would they say that?” I ask, intrigued by that information.

“Because they know me well.” His lip curls in a wry smile.

“Would your friends say you’re easy to get to know?” And I regret the question as soon as I say it. It’s not on Bella’s list.

“I’m a very private person, Miss Y/L/N. I go a long way to protect my privacy. I don’t often give interviews,” he trails off.

“Why did you agree to do this one?”

“Because I’m a benefactor of the University, and for all intents and purposes, I couldn’t get Miss Clark off my back. She badgered and badgered my PR people, and I admire that kind of tenacity.”

I know how tenacious Bella can be. That’s why I’m sitting here squirming uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze, when I should be studying for my exams.

“You also invest in farming technologies. Why are you interested in this area?”

“We can’t eat money, Miss Y/L/N, and there are too many people on this planet who don’t have enough to eat.”

“That sounds very philanthropic. Is it something you feel passionately about? Feeding the world’s poor?”

He shrugs, very non-committal. “It’s shrewd business,” he shrugs, though I think he’s being disingenuous. It doesn’t make sense – feeding the world’s poor? I can’t see the financial benefits of this, only the virtue of the ideal. I glance at the next question, confused by his attitude.

“Do you have a philosophy? If so, what is it?”

“I don’t have a philosophy as such. Maybe a guiding principle. I’m very singular, driven. I like control – of myself and those around me.”

“So you want to possess things?” You are a control freak.

“I want to deserve to possess them, but yes, bottom line, I do.”

“You sound like the ultimate consumer.”

“I am.” He smiles, but the smile doesn’t touch his eyes. Again this is at odds with someone who wants to feed the world, so I can’t help thinking that we’re talking about something else, but I’m absolutely mystified as to what it is. I swallow hard. The temperature in the room is rising or maybe it’s just me. I just want this interview to be over.

Surely Bella has enough material now? I glance at the next question.“You were adopted. How far do you think that’s shaped the way you are?”

Oh, this is personal. I stare at him, hoping he’s not offended. His brow furrows. “I have no way of knowing.”

My interest is piqued.

“How old were you when you were adopted?”

“That’s a matter of public record, Miss Y/L/N.” His tone is stern. I flush, again. Crap.

Yes of course – if I’d known I was doing this interview, I would have done some research. I move on quickly.

“You’ve had to sacrifice a family life for your work.”

“That’s not a question.” He’s terse.

“Sorry.” I squirm, and he’s made me feel like an errant child. I try again. “Have you had to sacrifice a family life for your work?”

“I have a family. I have a brother and a sister and two loving parents. I’m not interested in extending my family beyond that.”

“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?”

He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Shoot. Why didn’t I employ some kind of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him I’m just reading the questions?

Damn Bella and her curiosity!

“No Y/N, I’m not.” He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does

not look pleased.

“I apologize. It’s um… written here.” It’s the first time he’s said my name. My heartbeat has accelerated, and my cheeks are heating up again. Nervously, I tuck my loosened hair behind my ear.

He cocks his head to one side.

“These aren’t your own questions?”

The blood drains from my head. Oh no.

“Err… no. Bella – Miss Clark – she compiled the questions.”

“Are you colleagues on the student paper?”

I have nothing to do with the student paper. It’s her extra-curricular activity, not mine. My face is aflame. “No. She’s my roommate.”

He rubs his chin in quiet deliberation, his gray eyes appraising me. “Did you volunteer to do this interview?” he asks, his voice deadly quiet.

Hang on, who’s supposed to be interviewing whom? His eyes burn into me, and I’m compelled to answer with the truth.

“I was drafted. She’s not well.” My voice is weak and apologetic.

“That explains a great deal.”

There’s a knock at the door, and Blonde Number Two enters. “Mr. Grey, forgive me for interrupting, but your next meeting is in two minutes.”

“We’re not finished here, Andrea. Please cancel my next meeting.”

Andrea hesitates, gaping at him. She’s appears lost. He turns his head slowly to face her and raises his eyebrows. She flushes bright pink. Oh good. It’s not just me.

“Very well, Mr. Grey,” she mutters, then exits. He frowns, and turns his attention back to me.

“Where were we, Miss Y/L/N?”

Oh, we’re back to ‘Miss Y/L/N’ now.

“Please don’t let me keep you from anything.”

“I want to know about you. I think that’s only fair.” His gray eyes are alight with curiosity.

Where’s he going with this? He places his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. His mouth is very… distracting. I swallow.

“There’s not much to know,” I say, flushing again.

“What are your plans after you graduate?”

I shrug, thrown by his interest. Come to Seattle with Bella, find a place, find a job. I haven’t really thought beyond my finals.

“I haven’t made any plans, Mr. Grey. I just need to get through my final exams.”

Which I should be studying for now rather than sitting in your palatial, swanky, sterile office, feeling uncomfortable under your penetrating gaze. “We run an excellent internship program here,” he says quietly.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Is he offering me a job? “Oh. I’ll bear that in mind,” I answer, completely confounded. “Though I’m not sure I’d fit in here.”

Oh no. I’m musing out loud again.

“Why do you say that?” He cocks his head to one side, intrigued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” I’m uncoordinated, scruffy, and I’m not blonde.

“Not to me,” he murmurs. His gaze is intense, all humor gone, and strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly. I tear my eyes away from his scrutiny and stare blindly down at my knotted fingers.

What’s going on? I have to go – now. I lean forward to retrieve the recorder.

“Would you like me to show you around?” he asks.

“I’m sure you’re far too busy, Mr. Grey, and I do have a long drive.”

“You’re driving back to WSU in Vancouver?” He sounds surprised, anxious even. He glances out of the window. It’s begun to rain. “Well, you’d better drive carefully.” His tone is stern, authoritative.

Why should he care? “Did you get everything you need?” he adds.

“Yes sir,” I reply, packing the recorder into my bag. His eyes narrow, speculatively.

“Thank you for the interview, Mr. Grey.”

“The pleasure’s been all mine,” he says, polite as ever.

As I rise, he stands and holds out his hand.

“Until we meet again, Miss Y/L/N.” And it sounds like a challenge, or a threat, I’m not sure which. I frown.

When will we ever meet again? I shake his hand once more, astounded that that odd current between us is still there. It must be my nerves.

“Mr. Grey.” I nod at him. Moving with lithe athletic grace to the door, he opens it wide.

“Allow me to escort you outside.” He gives me a small smile.

He's so polite now.

“Sure, Mr. Grey,” I smile, and his smile widens. Together, we walk into the foyer. Andrea and Olivia both look up, equally surprised.

“Did you have a coat?” Grey asks.

“Yes.” Olivia leaps up and retrieves my black, which Grey takes from her before she can hand it to me. He holds it up and, feeling ridiculously self-conscious, I shrug it on.

Grey places his hands for a moment on my shoulders. I gasp at the contact. If he notices my reaction, he gives nothing away. His long index finger presses the button summoning the elevator, and we stand waiting – awkwardly on my part, coolly self-possessed on his.

The doors open, and I hurry in desperate to escape. I really need to get out of here. When I turn to look at him, he’s leaning against the doorway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall. He really is very, very good-looking. It’s distracting. His burning gray eyes gaze at me.

“Y/N,” he says as a farewell.

“Christian,” I reply. And mercifully, the doors close.

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Some USEFUL REMINDERS for CG/L Dynamics (Especially Online or LD)

Presented in no particular order or significance, a few useful reminders!

Your Caregiver is more than just that... they're a complicated, whole person with interests outside of CG/L, ABDL, and kink.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, likes to be introduced or harassed online with "Hi wanna be my mommy/ daddy/ little" as an opening line. Like... that's a huge amount of effort, time, and responsibility to take on just cuz somebody you don't know asks... it isn't gonna happen.. if you want that, work for it and build a relationship!

Reminders are great! Send them to your partner, yourself, your friends, whether it's for daily tasks like checking in with a CG or boring work stuff... be the person people appreciate because you check in, give reminders, and generally enable everyone to succeed easier.

There will be extremely tough days where you'll feel bad and want to give up your kinks, your fetishes, etc... and that won't fix a single thing. See, whether you're kinky or not; Jobs suck, renting sucks, everything sucks sometimes! Stop blaming your kink for your problems and accept that you might need to find more complicated answers than just hating or blaming kink.

You and only you are responsible for your fetish activities... you choose how you engage in them, even if it's at someone else's supposed "orders." Don't see yourself as somehow not an active participant!

Consent is key, and informed, enthusiastic consent is key. Whether it's hand holding, keyholding, sex, cuddles, or just sexy messages and texts, consent is key. If you don't get it, don't get kinky with them. And major important note: coerced or manipulated consent is NOT consent.

Pixar and Disney remain excellent at any age, and you don't need to be a little to enjoy! Seriously.

Littles can be toxic! Yes, there's tons of fake caregivers, fake switches, fake and manipulative buttfaces out there, absolutely. But littles can be toxic, too, and if you're seeing those toxic behaviors within yourself, you need to change. Now... it isn't acceptable or fair to damage others with your toxicity just because you're afraid to change and grow!

Consent is needed from all involved, including spectators. Don't bring your kinky stuff in public without the consent of ALL impacted parties. Don't make the whole community look bad, either!

Depression, anxiety, and mental health in general can be a risk when adopting a kinky lifestyle. Don't ignore them or just try to work around them... it won't work. You need to deal with them, and social relationships can help but sometimes you need professionals, not just friends.

When in doubt, assume you should be doing the responsible thing..I know, especially for bratty subs, that it is hard to choose to do the responsible thing... but seriously, being a little isn't an excuse to EXCLUSIVELY do irresponsible or naughty things!

Things like diapees, pacifiers, bottles, most little or ABDL or CG/L gear can be passed off by just saying "Oh, it's for a friend" because everyone assumes there's a friend with a kid. When you accidentally feel exposed... just try to remember most people don't care, or notice, and if they do they probably assume it's a misunderstanding. Stop freaking out!

Your caregiver isn't your therapist. They're not here to fix your emotional trauma from childhood.. they might help you, but they're not meant to fix your whole life just because you let someone be in charge of you.

You are still an adult, even in littlespace... so you need to act like it when it comes to serious stuff. Money, sex, responsibilities, these deserve an ADULT view and should involve your ADULT mindset in participating, unless you and your caregiver have a very specific and well negotiated/ understood agreement about power exchange and decision making... and even then, you should still be an active part of the planning.

Everybody fucks up, and it's USUALLY stupid to hold a mistake against someone who means you well. Give your partner the benefit of the doubt, by default... it can be either you alone against your problems, or you WITH a partner...idk, seems like being on a team is just easier and a better way!

Communication isn't everyone's thing. If you're with someone who never learned healthy methods, you can teach and help. You aren't obligated to, I'm not saying you're responsible if your Partner isn't knowledgeable about this stuff... I'm just saying, if you know a healthier and better way, show your partner, don't expect them to just improve because you think you model good behavior.

Diaper and ABDL play isn't ubiquitous... in this community, some people love it (myself included) and others hate it, and that's fine. As long as nobody is shaming or hurting anybody, let them be, whether your kinks match or not.

Very, very few people want unsolicited pics, whether of penises, breasts, butts, chastity, diapers, etc. If you want to send a pic, check that the pic is welcomed.

Just a short, hopefully informative list than jumped into my head today and I figured I'd share!

Sending you all lots of good vibes, good times, and good luck!

As always, stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!

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Things That Go Hump In The Night

October 19th: Werewolf!Steve

Kinktober 2022

Summary: You come across a furry friend

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, blood, biting, daddy kink, breeding

A/N: So this is the alternative for the previous Vampire Eddie fic but with Werewolf Steve instead, that’s why the beginning is the same. I’ve marked when the new chapter starts so you can skip passed the old stuff if you read the previous chapter.

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You let out a pained groan as you peel your eyes open but the harsh fluorescent light causes you to immediately snap them shut.

What happened?

As your mind starts to clear of the fog of unconsciousness you realise that you’re currently laying on a very uncomfortable floor. You heave out a sigh as you roll onto your side and sit up, instantly grabbing your head as a sharp pain throbs through your temples.

You take a deep breath as you try to remember what happened last night. It was the weekend so you decided to go out with some work friends to unwind.

There was some drinking involved.

You honestly didn’t want to go but you’d just moved to the area and didn’t want to be impolite.

A few months prior an old friend from school sent you a link to a small town where the housing was cheap and the pay rate was high, to say you were skeptical would be an understatement. This place seemed like a dream come true, so what was the catch?

Well, according to some research, back in the 80s there was a neighbouring town, Hawkins, where a number of strange incidents happened, ranging from missing kids, chemical leaks, Russian spies and even cult stuff. In March of 86’ there was an earthquake that split the town and big clouds of ash and sulphuric gases spewed out like an active volcano.

Because the air was toxic, and due to the earthquake, more people died or went missing never to be found again so they forced an evacuation. Kind of like Chernobyl, most people couldn’t even collect their most precious items before they were being escorted out.

The U.S government built a large steel wall to fence in Hawkins, apparently months after the event people would try to sneak in and would inevitably never be seen again. They have a 24/7 U.S military surveillance and, according to some conspiracy sites, a private military group that monitor the fence line.

You thought it all seemed a bit much, it’s almost been forty years for Christ sake, but people were stupid and it technically didn’t effect you so it wasn’t really your issue.

When you were travelling to the small town the roads were barren and in bad shape, you were also shocked to see the large black plume of smoke that towers into the sky. Sure you’d seen pictures but seeing it in person was much more alarming.

According to some ‘survivor stories’ the smoke was so thick it was like constant night in Hawkins.

You found a few Reddit subs about conspiracies and there was a user who posted a lot in the different groups, ‘HawkinsHero86’, they posted stories about growing up in Hawkins.

You ended up reading a lot of their entries but had to stop because you were freaking yourself out. It started like fun stories but then it went into nightmare territory — creatures with no faces, teens being turned into pretzels, cult leaders, kids with superpowers, the creepy list was endless.

You closed the browser and for a few weeks you forgot all about Hawkins and the creatures that came from the lab, but your friend sent you a link to a job opening and you snatched it right up.

You surmised that the reason housing was cheap and pay was high was because of the negativity that’s spurred from all the rumours but you weren’t going to let it ruin an opportunity for a fresh beginning for you. Living expenses were high in the city so if you buckled down and saved your money from this new job you could pave your way to a brighter future.

After a few weeks of being in the small town you’d learnt a lot. First of all: the job you had was mundane, secondly: there’s a large facility between this town and Hawkins that constantly monitors the hell scape around the clock and thirdly: the locals were very… weird.

It was hard to make friends with the locals, and you haven’t really, the friends you made at work were all out of towners like yourself who were lured in by money. The locals were standoffish and only talked to you if they really had to and even then it was one worded replies.

The building you were staying in was payed by the company you work for, you found it odd that a job where all you do is the bare minimum would pay for your housing. You work at the local hospital as a lunch lady. Everyone in the apartment building had similar minor jobs like your own, cleaning, cooking etc. it was strange but you didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Not even when you were driving home one night and got lost, you came across a large fenced off field that was filled with hundreds of cars. Some old some new, considering there’s maybe two hundred locals in the town this came off as a red flag but maybe because you’re young and stupid or maybe it’s because it all felt unreal to you but for some reason you believed nothing bad was going to happen and stuff like this only happens in the movies.

That’s why you ignored the warnings of “don’t stay out too late, you never know what wild things run about at night,” or the looks of pity and emptiness on the locals faces, you were only going to be here for a short while anyway.

Now that’s you’re sitting in a white tiled room you’re filled with regret for not listening to your gut.

The room was small and empty, there was a mirror that took up a majority of one of the walls, and you suspect in was two ways, with a camera in the corner. You slid back until your body made contact with the wall and observed the tiny prison.

After a few minutes there was a unpleasant crackling that filled the room followed by a mysterious voice.

“Ah, you’re awake?” You bite back the urge to reply with sarcasm, there’s a beat of silence as they wait for your reply but when they realise none is coming the continue on, “I’m sure you’re very confused, we hope to clear things up very soon we just require a bit more time,” the voice is sickly sweet, “please bare with us.”

The crackling ceases and and you’re once again left in silence as you wait. You want to bang on the door and mirror and scream to be let out but you doubt that would do anything other then exhaust your energy.

You’re not sure how much time passed before two men entered the room, fully dressed in white and wearing matching scowls. You stand up instantly but stay rooted to the floor.

“Come here,” the one of the left orders you, his voice gruff. You clench your jaw and stand straighter.

If they want you they have to come and get you.

The one who spoke lets out a sigh of annoyance, not happy with your defiance, as the other man stalks towards you.

The small bit of bravery you felt earlier instantly dissipates as the large orderly towers over you, not quick enough to fight back you’re grabbed and dragged from the room.

The walk through building is slightly disorienting, there’s so many twists and turns and everything looks the same, you’re honestly surprised these men know where they’re going.

You arrive at a set of double doors, after a keycard is scanned you’re hauled into a large room with other people — prisoners?

You’re quick to realise the prisoners are all the people from your apartment complex, you furrow your forehead in confusion as you stand idle in the middle of the room. At least nine others reside in the room with you.

You go to walk over to one of the people, Tori, you’ve gotten closest with but before you can a man wearing a three piece suit in a lab coat enters the room, followed by a few armed orderlies.

You instinctively step back toward the farthest wall and try to make yourself look as small as possible, unfortunately there’s a few male prisoners who try to act tough and end up getting a knock to the nose from the butt of the gun.

“Let’s not erupt into chaos,” the voice from the doctor (?) matches the one from the intercom. “My name is Doctor Yuri and I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re hear.”

There’s a few scoffs from around the room from the more braver captives and Dr. Yuri smirks at their response.

“36 years ago there was an incident in Hawkins,” he starts to explain, “you see, our reality is not the only one out there.”

You scrunch up your face in confusion and a quick glance around the room shows you’re not the only one confused.

“There is a reality right next to ours, it’s been affectionately dubbed ‘The Upside Down’,” he continues, still not making much sense, “this reality mirrors our own almost completely except for a few minor details.”

He takes a long pause as everyone, including yourself, waits impatiently for him to continue.

“In this reality instead of people there are monsters, it’s dark and cold and twisted’,” he goes quiet for a few seconds, “there were those who tried to stop the incident and those who tried to continue so they could study it, unfortunately both were not prepared for what was on the other side… Pure evil.”

Your mind is spinning with the information and you can’t help but notice that a few things sound familiar to what the Reddit user was saying.

“After a great battle on both sides unfortunately ‘The Upside Down’ won. It claimed Hawkins and a lot of the citizens but for the brave few that tried to fight against them they were met with a fate worse then death,”… “they became monsters themselves.”

The room is silent as you all try to comprehend the situation. This all seems like a plot to a poorly written story not real life.

“We’re not sure exactly what happened after Hawkins was lost but we know the monsters are strong,” Dr. Yuri looks pensive for a moment and before he continues he’s interrupted.

“Why not just bomb them?”

“Yeah, or send the army in?”

Dr. Yuri looks annoyed, “do you really think we’ve not tried that!” He snaps, “it only makes them stronger, the vines feed from the energy of the weapons and that causes them to grow and the soldiers, well, the soldiers feed the monsters.”

The explanation causes the room to fall silent once again.

“We’ve struck a deal of sorts with them,“ Dr. Yuri’s voice is quiet, “if we provide them with… certain things they will not become a threat to us.”

You nervously chew on your fingernails, the more he speaks the less sense he makes but the gist you’re getting from this is: you’re gonna die today.

“W-what ‘things’?” Someone braver then you asks.

“I believe you all know,” Yuri speaks, he sounds slightly guilty.

Once the information is processed in everyone’s minds the room erupts into chaos. Screaming and cursing from both sides as the prisoners try to rush the guards or escape the room.

You sink to the floor and crawl along the sides of the room towards the exit, praying that due to the scuffle you may pass unnoticed. You let out a gasp as a someone falls next to you, their body convulsing as 1,200 volts of electricity shocks through them and leaves them incapacitated.

You watch as others fall to the same fate and before you can get close you feel a hot sting begin to pulse through your veins as you fall back onto the cold floor while volts of electricity shock you into submission.

It takes probably half an hour and a handful more of taser ‘demonstrations’ before the prisoners give up the fight. You admit after the first shock you didn’t put up an fight after that.

“Think of this as helping your fellow man,” Dr. Yuri says when the room has calmed down, “your sacrifice is for a noble cause.”

With those final words he leaves the room and more armed guards come in, though this time instead of using their tasers they hold full automatic weapons in their hands.

You tense as everyone is rounded up like cattle and marched back through the confusing halls of the facility, you’re then lead to an large elevator that takes you deep underground.

You’re all forced out into a long, dark, cement corridor that seems endless, before anyone can ask what’s going on the doors shut on the elevator and several sci-fi looking iron doors close over the opening. There’s no possible way to access the elevator or the shaft from this end.

The only way forward is through the tunnel.

Every one stands in place and looks around the area in confusion before Dr. Yuri can be heard over the intercom, “you must leave the tunnel, if you don’t the guards will come back down and they will force you to vacate.”

You walk like zombies onward, everyone too afraid to speak. It all seems unbelievable, it doesn’t make sense. You heard stories about rich people hunting the poor for sport and that’s exactly what this feels like.

Your head spins with the array of information forced upon you in such a small amount of time. You wrap your arms around your chest, the chilly air of the tunnel causing goosebumps to rise under your thin sweater, the cries and sniffles of the others reverberate off the cement walls only serving to add to the misery. You feel as though you’re walking to the electric chair, and in someways you were.

After walking, for what feels like forever, you come across a metal door, once opened it reveals a narrow staircase that’s only wide enough for everyone to walk in single file.

No one wants to be first, you all stand there for a few seconds waiting for someone to be brave and take the lead but no one does.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath deciding to just do it, waiting for death seems more painful then what’s to come.

You ascend the metal staircase, cringing every time your step causes the steel to creak and after several long minutes you finally reach the top.

The landing is enough for a few of you to huddle together and you wait for the others to join you, most of them seem content on dragging their feet.

When everyone has gathered by the top of the stairs you turn towards the door, a fresh wave of terror and dread crashes through your body and gathering by the postures and facial expressions on the groups face you know you’re not the only one feeling it.

You reach forward and pull down the thin metal door handle and wince as the it makes a loud, almost ear piercing, squeak that carry’s out amongst the trees. When you step over the threshold, away from the small comfort that the tunnel provided, you quickly survey the area.

The exit from the tunnel looks like a small cement outhouse and it’s surrounded by forest on all sides. The woods are dark and there’s a multitude of strange noises bouncing off the trees making it seem like you’re surrounded, and for all you know you are.

You let out a gasp and step back as a dark figure runs through the shadows, so quick it couldn’t possibly be human, but so large it couldn’t possible be an animal.

“What? What was it!” Someone harshly whispers from behind you.

“S-something is out there,” you point to the area where you saw the figure run to as your eyes dart all around.

You hear some cursing and will yourself to calm down. This won’t be so bad if you keep a level head about you.

Unfortunately there’s not enough time to calm down because seconds later a blood curdling scream is heard from behind you and when you whip around you see a large pale creature on top of one of the men and is mauling his neck.

Everyone, including yourself, scatters into different directions into the woods. You feel a pang of guilt over leaving someone behind to die but as of the moment your mind can barely comprehend what exactly it was you just saw.

You keep running in hopes of reaching a road or a town so you can hide but so far it’s just more woods. You run until your lungs start to burn and your thighs are chafing but the image of the monster back there fuels your adrenaline.

You skid to an immediate halt when you’re met with a literal crossroads, you kneel down and crouch behind a log as you clutch your chest from exhaustion. You were no athlete. You can hear blood in your ears and as sweat trickles down your forehead and you fight to level your breathing.

The left path is dark, really dark, the vines are more twisted and gnarled and there’s a soft fog rising from the floor of the woods.

The right path however is less dark and less… vine-y but now that your breathing has calmed down you can hear a deep growling coming from the path.

Your hands are now shaking against your chest as you struggle to pick the lesser of two evils.

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The fog to the left has started to come in thick, so thick you can’t even see the trees anymore, there’s also sticks snapping and weird noises coming from that path so you pick the right path and pray to a deity that you don’t believe in that it’s the right path.

You rush through the thicket of dead, spindly trees, being careful to step over large vines protruding from the dirt as you wander further into the dank woods. You hear a growl to the left of you but it’s not like the one you heard earlier from the pale creature, that one was more high pitched, this growl sounded like it came from the chest, deep and rumbling.

You immediately turn to the noise and let out a yelp at the four-legged creature, in your attempts to back away slowly you end up ungraciously falling. You land with a thud as you scramble away from the large dark shadow until your back is pressed against the rough bark of a tree.

You cringe in fear as two unblinking gold, glowing eyes stare down at you and whimper when it starts to move menacingly closer.

You snap your eyes shut tight as tears trail down your face and curl your fingers into the dirt and wait for death to strike you down. You just pray that it’s fast and painless.

There’s a hot breath on your face and you turn to the side when you feel the warmth of the creature as it steps over your legs, you’re momentarily confused as you feel fur lightly grazing your calves.

You sit there waiting for the thing to make it’s move, seconds feel like hours, when you suddenly feel a wet tongue on your cheek. You let out an undignified squeal and flinch back, wincing when your head makes contact with the tree.

“Ow,” you mumble, forgetting for a second about the creature only inches from your face.

You feel a huff of warm air hit your face and your attention instantly returns to the large wolf?

“Ooooh my go-od,” you stutter as the demon dog watches you carefully with piercing eyes, “um, hello…”

You talk to It in a calming voice like you would a spider or a small child, trying to convey you mean It no harm when once again another puff of hot air is blown on your face… almost like this thing is laughing at you.

“Are you, uh, are you gonna hurt me?” You speak slowly still not a hundred percent sure on what is going on.

Though you’re not given much time to ruminate when It leans forward and licks your face again, this time the wet appendage covers the whole cheek in a thick layer of slobber.

“Okay, okay!” You huff a laugh as you push at Its chest, the wolf is very tall that it has to lean its head down to make eye contact with you.

You feel a light breeze on your ankles, kind of like It’s wagging It’s tail and you can’t help but crack a barely-there smile.

You spend a few moments in silence, both taking the time to size up the other when you end up making intense eye contact.

His eyes are large and almost… human?

Before you can follow that thought process a branch snapping just a few meters away grab both your attention.

The wolf is quick to take up a fighting stance, fully facing the tall pale creature as you scramble to your feet. The creature starts to walk towards you slowly but is instantly stopped as the wolf lunges in front of you and lets out a deep, threatening growl, you swear you can feel the vibrations in your chest at the sound.

The creature instantly stops in its tracks but keeps its empty face pointed in your direction, you assume it’s watching you in someway. You stay deadly still and wait to see who makes the first move as your eyes dart around your surroundings in hopes of finding an easy path if you have to run.

The pale creature risks it all and moves insanely fast in your direction but even with the long gangly limbs it’s not quick enough as the wolf tackles the monster just before it can swipe you with its horrific sharp claws.

The wolf tears into the creatures side and a black substance oozes from the wound, blood surely, with a terrifying ear piercing screech the thing cries out. The wolf rips onto its neck silencing it permanently and for a few blissful seconds you feel a little relieved.

That is until several shrieks can be heard all around you, to say your heart dropped out your ass would be an understatement. You let out a whimper and move closer to the wolf who looks around the woods with sharp eyes.

A growl from the wolf has you snapping your gaze to the left where several creatures start to emerge, all on four legs, though these ones do not resemble a wolf.

Fear starts to overcome you and your hands start to shake violently as the creatures are joined by more just like them.

There’s a tense calm before the storm as they gather together and without any visible warning they all lunge towards you and the wolf together.

The wolf scratches one and sinks it’s teeth in to another but you don’t wait around to see how this fight pans out, you turn tail and run in the opposite directions. You feel a pang of guilt over leaving the wolf there alone but you figure it knows what it’s doing… you however do not.

The sounds of the fighting start to get fainter the more you sprint away from it but you with a quick glance backwards you catch a glimpse of two of the creatures on your heels.

You feel dread start to overcome you but when you break through as small thicket of bushes and your feet make contact with tar you feel a small bit of relief.

Just up ahead of the road you see a gas station so you muster all the energy you can and push forward, you run passed the building and head towards the small tin mechanics shed and quickly push the door closed and latch it until it’s firmly locked.

You let out a small cry as the creatures ram against the metal trying to get in and as the noises get louder you slip into fight or flight mode.

You look around the dark space for anything that could be of use, there’s a car covered in vines but you feel like that wouldn’t be in driving condition so you call that Plan B. On one of the work benches it’s filled with wrenches and car parts but nothing large or sturdy enough to help you.

With shaky hands you flip and push away indiscernible papers and documents until you make contact with a small box of matches, you let out a barely audible noise of happiness which switches to a curse as you drop the box on the ground. You get on your hands and knees, it’s so dark in the garage you can barely see so you heavily rely on feeling around, you try to focus on positive things whenever your fingers make contact with something wet and squishy.

Before you can find any matches the metal door breaks away with a loud crash that has you skidding back, thankfully you’re hidden behind the car so the creatures haven’t seen you yet… but since they can’t see you, you can’t see them either.

You quietly rest your front half against the cold cement floor and look underneath the car, you bite your lip to still the whimper as you see the legs of one of the creatures.

Where’s the other one?

You don’t have a chance to look around before you feel something slimy and thick dribbling down your cheek.

You snap your head back and let out a scream when the creature leaps from the roof of the car to the spot right in front of you. Without much time to think you open the drivers seat door and quickly slam it behind you, managing to close it just before you’re scratched.

There’s not time to feel relieved as the creature starts throwing itself against the window trying to get in. The other creature follows it’s lead and jumps onto the hood of the car and begins to slam its body against the windshield, your breath catches in your throat as the glass starts to crack, you turn to climb over the back when almost simultaneously the window and the windshield smash at the same time.

As both creatures fight to get to the back you manage to open the door with trembling hands and fall out onto the hard cement, you kick the door shut and it smacks against the face of one of the dogs. You scrunch up your face when you feel a thin piece of wood beneath your fingers and quickly grab the match before crawling over to the fuel tank, you uncap it before striking the match against your shoe and drop it into the nozzle before turning and running towards the entrance.

There’s only a slight chance that will work and for a few panic induced seconds you’re convinced it didn’t but a loud explosion from behind followed by an intense force thrusting you forward against the gravel shows you it did.

You let out a hiss as you push yourself up, there’s no way those creatures didn’t hear that, and wipe your scraped and bloody hands on your jeans, whimpering as a few sharp rocks dig into your palms a bit.

You hear a sickening howl from behind and you snap your eyes to the garage that’s now engulfed in flames, one of the creatures stumbles out, completely on fire, before falling dead to the ground.

Your victory is short lived as shrieks and growls can be heard getting closer.

You’re about ready to give up when a hand grabs your forearm and you let out a startled cry. You throw around your fists, slapping and punching the offender but in reality you’re probably not causing much damage.

“Hey, calm down!” The voice is aggressive but hearing another human being has you stopping your assault.

You feel your mouth open and close like a fish out of water as your eyes meet with the prettiest brown ones you’ve ever seen, they’re so warm and… familiar.

Unfortunately a growl that’s too close for comfort ruins the moment for you and the man in front of you laces his fingers with yours before leading you away from the noise.

You ran for what seems like hours, your lungs are burning and you’re gasping for breath. You start to stumble a bit which caused the man to grind to a halt.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is gravelly from not talking but he turns to you and quickly looks over your body.

“‘What’s wrong?’” You scoff as you drop his hand and hunch over to catch your breath. “Oh boy, where to start,” you sarcastically reply.

As harsh as your tone is you’re extremely relieved to find another survivor.

“C’mon,” he nods his head in a direction and you both start to move again, this time at a slower pace.

You spend the next however long observing the man from the back, you scrunch your nose up and you try to remember him. You didn’t personally know all of the captives but you had seen them around the apartment building but you’ve never seen him.

He’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen so you definitely would remember him.

When you start walking down a barren street you notice that the man is walking with a slight limp, his hand clutching his ribs. It’s hard to distinguish injuries in the dark and you don’t want to risk saying something until you’re safe so you continue to watch him until he turns up a steepish driveway.

There’s not a lot of houses in the street and the house you’re walking towards is hidden by a few trees. You assume you’re going to go inside the building but to your surprise the man makes a turn and heads towards a metal box.

On closer inspection you notice two large doors and realise it’s a storm shelter, he throws open one of the doors and you wince as the squeaking of the hinges bounce around off the trees.

He nods his head towards the stairs and you nod before descending. Instant relief floods through your veins when you reach the bottom and the room is filled with a warm glow from the camping lantern.

The shelter isn’t that big and the floor is entirely made up of mattresses, pillows and blankets. It looks more like a giant nest.

You kick off your shoes, not wanting to add more dirt then necessary to the pile as you make your way over to the wall closest to the lantern.

You hear the man close the door before quickly hopping down the stairs, he gives you a disarming smile before removing his shoes and heading over to a small adjacent room, first glance shows you it’s a bathroom.

He grabs a box from under the sink and walks over and sits down directly in front of you and makes a start to clean your wounds.

Now that you’re in a relatively safe environment your body has started to come down from the adrenaline and you’re exhausted. Your limbs are heaving and so are your eyelids, you can definitely fall asleep but the sharp sting from your palms has your eyes shooting back open. The man gives you an apologetic look before applying ointment and bandaging up the wounds.

Once finished he doesn’t let go of your palms, you look down at the conjoined hands with heated cheeks, your hands are tiny in his, but the feeling of comfort soothes your racing heart.

He seems reluctant to let go but judging by the hiss of pain he lets out when removing his shirt you’re guessing he also needs to be patched up.

When you move to clean him he gently pushes your hands away with a soft smile, you stare at him in confusing as he only used a bandage to stop the bleeding when clearly he needs stitches but almost like he can sense you’re about to say something he places his hand on the back of yours and squeezes in reassurance.

You gathered by now, with the personalised bunker, that whoever this guy is he’s been here a long time. He chucks you a surprisingly clean shirt and turns away to give you some privacy as you change out of your dirty clothes. You don’t want to tell him you’re done, talking, even whispering seems too loud right now so you hope he can sense it.

And much to your surprise he does.

Later that night the lantern is off and you’re in complete darkness, it would be unbelievably terrifying if not for the warm presence of the man besides you.

And you mean warm warm. He’s like a furnace. Not that you’re complaining. Ever since arriving in the dystopian hell you’ve had a cold chill you haven’t been able to kick but as you lay here next to the Human Torch you feel the ice inside you start to thaw.

“Who are you?” Your quiet whisper sounds foreign to your ears but you push past it, “how long have you been here?”

“Does it matter?” He matches your volume and the timber in his voice has your heart fluttering in your chest.

“I guess not,” you’re laying on your back but you turn your head to look at him when you answer, “but I’d still like to know.”

There’s a stillness in the air as you wait a long time for a reply, you know he’s still awake but judging by the tense silence you’re sure he’s not going to answer you.

You were wrong.

“My name’s Steve,” his voice is even more quiet from before, “I’ve been here a very long time.”

He enunciates the ‘long’ at for some reason it makes your heart clench in… sadness?

You’ve only know this man for a few hours and barely spoken ten words to him but you feel this strong magnetic pull.

It’s very possible it could be from the fear, clutching on to anyone so you didn’t have to be here alone, but something deep insides you tells you that that’s not it.

“Hi Steve,” you greet before introducing yourself and he lets out a huff of amusement.

A huff that sounds weirdly familiar.

Just like the eyes.

No… it couldn’t be… right?

No, you’re just tired and your mind is exhausted.

You slowly turn your head to look at Steve and slightly jolt in place when you see he’s already staring at you… his eyes slightly glowing in the dark.

Your heart rate spikes but oddly enough it’s not from fear.

“Are you scared?” He’s already aware of the conclusion you’ve come to and most likely he can hear your heartbeat.

“No.” Your voice is firm, you’re not afraid, if anything you feel safer with him then you’ve ever felt in your life.

“Good.” You breath hitches as his eyes flicker down to your mouth, the air is thick and you all of a sudden are feeling too hot.

“Ste—“ your sentence is interrupted as the werewolf in front of you lunges forward, mouth smashing against yours in a heated kiss.

You lean further into him and he pulls you until you’re laying on top of him completely, you turn your head slightly and deepen the kiss as one of his hands remain on your waist and the other cups your cheek.

He pushes his tongue between your lips and you let out a desperate moan at the taste on his tongue — you split a chocolate bar earlier.

As his tongue moves against yours you bring your hips down against his absentmindedly as the desire and arousal starts to build up.

The growl he releases into your mouth is deep as he grinds his hips up against yours while using the hand on your waist to help you start a rhythm on his lap.

Every time your clit grinds over his cock you let out a small whimper which Steve happily swallows down, eager to devour anything you give him.

You move your hands under his shirt and rest them on his warm tummy, your fingers running over his hairy abdomen and you gasp as you notice his previous wounds from earlier are completely healed. He lets out a pleased hum as he continues to buck up into the warmth between your legs.

“Steve, please,” your whine is desperate but you don’t care you just need him.

“You sure, baby?” He pecks your lips as few times but never stops the movement from his hips.

“Please,” you nod eagerly, lips grazing against his as you swallow down every breath he takes, “need you inside me.”

You feel his growl vibrate through his chest and rumble against your, the motion causing electricity to strike down your spine to your core.

In a matter of seconds the clothes you’re wearing are torn from your body landing in shredded piles on the floor, Steve shows no remorse as he moves to kiss every new part of exposed skin, nipping and sucking as he goes.

He’s quick to strip down and you audibly gulp when you see the size of him, if you hadn’t known he was a monster before you would now.

He smirks at your shock before sitting his back against the wall and pulling you into his lap, when your bare pussy runs against his cock you moan out before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He noses at your jawline until you turn your head and he dives straight to the tendon on your neck and starts to suck a dark bruise on the soft skin, you pull at the ends of his hair near the nape of his neck as you grind down harder on his dick.

He groans into the bruise before moving his mouth lower and sucking an identical mark to match.

You continue a moderate pace on his lap, your arousal wetting his cock and making the glide a lot smoother, he lets out mixtures of growls and groans that tickle your throat as he litters it with bruises.

When he’s satisfied he pulls back and plants kisses all over your cheeks making you blush and giggle before pushing his face back.

“Wanna ride me, baby?” It’s not really a question but you clench around nothing anyway.

“Please,” you nod, biting your lip.

“‘Please,’ what?” His smirk is light and teasing and you let out a small amused scoff before answering.

“Please, Daddy!” You bat your eyelashes and let out an exaggerated moan in his ear but he’s satisfied as he bucks up against your heat.

“Good girl,” he praises and lightly slaps your left ass cheek, the motion causing your breath to hitch.

He doesn’t say anything about his newest discovery as he reaches down and lines his cock up with your entrance, rubbing his tip through your folds to gather your slick, it’s gonna be a bit of a tight fit so he wants to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

Your breath comes out in heavy pants as he inches into you bit by bit, the head was thick and it only gets thicker the more you take.

He kisses the corner of your eyes where tears are slowly gathering and whispers small praises into the skin of your cheek as he massages your waist.

When you make it half way down you pull off a little and start to fuck yourself on the top part of his member, hoping it will loosen you up a little bit.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve encourages as he helps lift you, “fuck my cock, take what you need.”

You clench around his throbbing length and he lets out a moan at the tight feeling, he closes his eyes as he reins in his urges to fuck up into your womb.

Very soon you’ve almost managed to fit the entire length of him inside you but your legs are getting tired and you’re growing impatient so you decide fuck it before seating yourself entirely on his lap.

You cry out in pleasure and pain as your pussy burns at the stretch and his tip rubs against your cervix, Steve lets out an animalistic howl as he buries his head into your neck and bites down hard.

A flood of arousal drenches your pussy and drips down his cock as you hiss out at the sting of his teeth but seconds later the pain is replaced with a blinding pleasure and you have the incredible urge to be connected with Steve forever.

Almost in unison Steve lifts you by your waist as you sit up, he leans back and slots his mouth against yours as he brings your hips harshly down until he bottoms out again. Your cries of pleasure are muffled by his lips and he quickly starts a rhythm as he bounces you on his cock.

You let him manhandle you and use you how he pleases, a warm thought passes through you that you’d be happy if he only uses your pussy to get himself off and leaves you wet and desperate for him all night.

There’s a blinding light behind your eyes every time his tip makes contact with your cervix, the room his filled with deep groans and whimpers along with the slapping of his thighs making contact with yours and the wet sounds of his cock pounding your tight hole.

“Gonna fill you up,” he moans as he moves his hand to your chest, thumb flicking your nipple, “fuck my pups into you,” you let out a debauched moan at the thought, “have you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your life,” he voice takes on a whine at the end as he wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks hard.

You throw your head back and let moans and whimpers freely fall from your mouth as you envision your future with Steve, somehow the image of being bred by him doesn’t turn you off, in fact it has the opposite effect.

“You’re mine,“ he bites down on your nipple before pulling away and cupping your face until your eyes are locked with his, “say it.”

His voice is deep and commanding and it makes your pussy twitch around him and you instantly follow his orders.

“I’m yours, Steve,” you moan.

“You belong to me?” He asks as his fucks up into you a little harder.

“Yes,” you nod, “I belong to you!”

“You’ll let me fill your pretty little womb with my pups?” His voice still has a hard edge but it’s softened a little.

“Want you to breed me, Steve,” your whine turns to a moan when his eyes darken considerably.

“My pretty whore,” he whispers against your lips before inviting you into a deep heated kiss, this one more passionate then the last few.

“Can I cum, Daddy?” You breathlessly beg against his lips when you pull away, your orgasm quickly building.

“Yes,” he smiles and rubs his nose against yours before moving his hand down to flick your clit.

Sparks shoot through your body to your core as you let out desperate cries of pleasure, Steve adds more pressure to your throbbing nub as he thrusts his hips up a little harder, driving his cock deeper inside you.

You arch your back, pushing your chest against his as pleasure overwhelms your body, your ears are filled with the sound of rushing blood and you can just make out the similar sounds of pleasure coming from Steve as he fucks your pussy to completion.

When your senses come back you’re slumped against Steve’s chest as your body lightly spasms in his hold, you’re both sweating and fighting for breath but there’s a smile on your face as you blissfully come down from your orgasm.

Steve’s hands rub soothingly up your back and you’re a little disappointed that you missed his climax but you figure there will be plenty of time to make up for that in the future.

Your pussy is sore from the beating it took but it’s the best pain you’ve ever felt, when you move to lift off his slowly softening member your brows furrow in confusion as you feel something bulbous at his base.

“Uh, what’s that?” Your voice cracks from over use, you don’t exactly understand werewolf biology.

“That’s, ah…” Steve seems a little embarrassed as he looks away from your face, a light dusting of red covering his cheeks, “that’s my… knot.”

“What—“

“It’s for when I get you pregnant,” the newfound confidence throws you off as he leans forward and pecks your lips, seductive Steve making a reappearance, “ plugs you up so my cum stays right here:”

He pats your lower abdomen and your pussy clenches around his soft cock at the implication, he hisses at the sensation, cock starting to harden again in interest but the smirk never leaves his face.

“Mine.” He leans in for another heated kiss and your mind starts to go hazy with arousal.

Yours.

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[cosmicdream222]

Hey Girl ,

Firstly I wanna say this before asking any question because I really really mean it ..... Thank you so much for giving us all our answers whenever we ask . Your answers are really helpful. Thankyou so much really form the bottom of my heart for your guidance and support .

So I'm curious about ....... When we affirm we do that so we can change our beliefs about it and we also do the same when we listen right ? For listening we include subliminal,aff tape and all so ...... What could happen if we listen to aff tape , subliminal , even so so relax while we are doing our affirmation sessions or doing psych k sessions. But what if in our background there is so much noise or toxicity ... So is that toxicity also gonna enter in our subconscious with our affirmation or with aff tape because I think we increase volume to a fixed point but some times there is so much going on that have nothing to do with you or just pure bullshit and I'm worry if it goes in my mind and I affirm that it not goes in my mind what i hear but i also hear aff tape so my mind questions and I don't have proper answer so what do you think ?

( i count all those psych k , affirm sessions , aff tape things because in those activities as much as I know we are so so relaxed and our subconscious is wide open . As relaxed we are , we easily communicate with our subconscious ) .

So what's your take on it ??????

Aww thank you for your kind words, I’m glad to help 🥹❤️

I totally get this because regardless of your living situation, just existing on planet earth is exposing us to negativity, limiting beliefs and toxicity from every angle, starting from before we’re even born. We’ve always been exposed to so much negativity, which is why any adverse childhood experiences or trauma is not your fault, it’s the result of the collective negative beliefs that came from society, media, your family, and all those who came before you.

Everything unconsciously manifests until we start to take control and decide we’re not gonna let those old patterns stop us anymore. When you decided you’re gonna be the creator of your reality and manifest your dream life, you’ve set the intention and made the decision that that’s who you are now.

It’s like you’ve placed your order on the cosmic Amazon site and all you have to do is sit back and wait for your package to arrive. You’re using affs and subs and all that to comfort the overactive human mind that is saying it’s not gonna happen. Your higher self already knows your success is inevitable.

Yes there might still be negativity in your environment, but those are just messages from the old story. You’re choosing now not to identify with them, that’s not your story anymore. They are only successful if you let your human mind run wild and start doubting, spiraling, and pull you back to the old story.

That said, I know being in a negative environment makes it 1000x harder because you are fighting off even more toxicity on top of everything else. I know many people can’t control their living situations, but you can try to limit your exposure to fear mongering news, violent TV shows, mindless social media scrolling, and the like. Protect your mind in any way you can.

I love using subs for protection and flushing from negativity. ★Harmful Affirmations / Intensions Shielder & Protector ★ This is one of my favorites. It’s a morphic field frequency with no affirmations used, to flush your mind of negativity and protect you from it in the future. It’s only a minute long and can be looped as many times as you need it. No headphones required but the binaural panning is really satisfying with headphones 😅

Also there is a sub maker who has made a lot of unique protection subs that include reiki, morphic fields and other combinations. She released some a few weeks ago (the first 2 in the playlist) my bestie & I listened to with the intention of getting her out of a toxic living situation. Within 2 weeks she had found an even better place to live, moved out and blocked the person, so I really think the subs helped! I made a playlist of her subs specifically for removing negativity and toxic people.

#manifesting #subconciousmind

[blackstonesandtrapnest]

Sex and The City: Teen Titans Edition

Just a little something I decided to dabble in and try out :) I might do this with other fandoms if the interest is there or if I feel a spark of inspiration! Obviously everyone is aged up for this so no worries there!

Robin

Is such a workaholic that it’s honestly a shock he even has a sex life at all, much less an active one. Still waters run deep after all!

Robin lives by the phrase “work hard, play hard”. For him, sex is a way for him to relieve tension and anger. He also uses it to express his love for his S/O since his love language is physical touch. But this can backfire since Robin prefers to use sex as a distraction to avoid talking about his feelings and to avoid arguments. Yup he’s that kind of toxic.

Has a pretty high sex drive but is selective about his partners. Robin’s not above one-night stands or flings but he doesn’t wanna just fuck anyone that crosses his path either. If he doesn’t have a partner, he’ll just masturbate instead, which he does regularly whether he’s single or not.

One would expect Robin to be quite dominant in bed (which he is) but he secretly wishes to be dominated himself for once. To him, nothing is sexier than someone just taking control and fucking his brains out. His favorite position is cowgirl and any variation of it. Having his partner on top of him talking dirty will make him come with much haste!

Doesn’t mind being teased and doing some PDA but save the sexy stuff for the bedroom. Robin likes to have privacy when fucking. His room is soundproof so his partner can be as loud as they want!

Starfire

As expected, Starfire is very passionate and emotional with far less sexual restrictions than most people are comfortable with. Tamaranian culture is very different when it comes to sex and nudity overall so it can be quite jarring to people from other planets.

Lost her virginity long before she came to Earth and had a few partners under her belt as well. Most people assume that Starfire is super innocent but she’s far from it! She’s very experienced and prefers to sleep with people she has a relationship with whether romantic or platonic as opposed to one-night stands or flings. Starfire has had her fair share of casual sex and she finds it unfulfilling. Her first sexual experience on Earth was with Robin as expected.

Starfire is definitely a romantic person and pretty easy to seduce as long as her partner is authentic and doesn’t have ulterior motives. Just be upfront and honest and she’ll be putty in your hands! Her sex drive is average but she’s a people-pleaser so she tries to match her partner’s libido the best she can.

Starfire LOVES oral and anything to do with it! As long as it involves your mouth or hers, she’s all for it! She prefers more sensual and erotic sex as opposed to just rough fucking and loves to be praised and worshipped! Starfire is a sub at heart and she’ll definitely return the favor, treating her partner like the king/queen they are!

Starfire has had many accidents and mishaps during sex because of her powers which are embarassing and hilarious to say the least. Think “Sex Sent Me To The E.R.” kind of accidents. Needless to say, Starfire will not use her powers during sex and it’s one of the few things she refuses to budge on. 

Raven

Has the most experience out of all the Titans and has the highest sex drive hands down. One-night stands, casual sex, FWBs, relationships, Raven has done it all and possibly even more! There isn’t much she hasn’t done honestly and yes she has slept with some of her fellow Titans at least once.

Raven enjoys sex and is very comfortable in her sexuality and body but is understanding towards others who are more conservative and/or repulsed since she has that outward appearance herself and doesn’t talk about sex unless the subject comes up. “Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets” is Raven’s motto.

Raven describes herself as an Ethical Slut and fits that trope perfectly to a T. She’s great to go to for sexual advice as well as relationship advice. She doesn’t shame people for having preferences or kinks nor does she shame people for having relationships that one might consider unconventional. But she will shame people for immoral and unethical views and actions and won’t sugarcoat her feelings either so be careful when confiding in Raven cause she’s no enabler!

Has a secret area in her room that’s a mix between a sex store and a sex dungeon which is where she keeps all of her sexual items. Toys, BDSM gear, various kinds of lube, the Karma Sutra (she’s done every position in it), porn, you name it, Raven’s got it. She always practices safe sex and will only have unprotected sex if she’s in a monogamous relationship and her partner has been tested first. Consent is also very important to Raven and she won’t do anything without her partner’s approval. Safe words are also required with her!

Raven’s favorite position is The Eagle and she likes rough sex with deep penetration. Talking dirty is a specialty of hers and she loves it whether it’s praising or degrading! She also loves spanking and choking. Raven is a switch and loves to roleplay so feel free to use your imagination! The sky’s the limit!

Beast Boy

Sex? What’s that? Beast Boy would rather play video games instead. In spite of all the dirty jokes he makes and the occasional flirting he does, he’s not a very sexual person. Beast Boy is quite picky about his sexual partners and doesn’t have sex with just anyone. His libido is average and he can go a long time without sex if there’s no one special in his life as meaningless sex bores him to tears.

Beast Boy was indeed a virgin when he first joined the Titans and wasn’t in a hurry to lose it either. He did eventually lose it (to Raven no doubt) and he found sex more enjoyable than expected. The only other sex partner he has had is Terra and his sexual experience ends there. If he doesn’t have a partner, Beast Boy will just settle for porn and masturbation instead. Yes he does have a porn stash and some of his supply has come from Raven.

As one would expect, Beast Boy does indeed have a period of when he goes into heat and during this time, his libido skyrockets to the point where it could be higher than Raven’s! Beast Boy is unbearable to be around when he’s in heat because if he doesn’t have a partner, he becomes snappy, irritable, and mostly holes himself up in his room until it’s over. If Beast Boy does have a partner, they better be ready for the most animalistic, wild sex they’ve ever had! Unlike Robin, Beast Boy’s room isn’t soundproof so there will be a lot of noise coming from it to the point where it might be concerning. Let’s just say safe words are definitely a must with Beast Boy and his partner won’t be able to move let alone walk for quite some time once he’s no longer in heat!

Beast Boy’s aftercare is out of this world thanks to Raven teaching him! He’ll clean his partner up with a luxurious bubble bath, massage their sore limbs/muscles, and definitely feed them (he’s a pretty good cook!) all the while praising them and telling them how good they were. His partner will definitely feel pampered and be able to relax in luxury! 

Beast Boy’s favorite position is doggystyle and he prefers a slow build-up to rough sex with heavy anticipation. Teasing and making jokes is his trademark and it applies in the bedroom too! He always comes up with ways to make sex fun and memorable! Laughter will definitely be had when in bed with Beast Boy!

Terra

Since Terra was a drifter prior to joining the Titans, her sexual experiences vary from borderline traumatizing to something that would make an erotica author blush. Although she’s not as experienced as Raven, she does have her own share of stories and doesn’t really mind sharing them as long as she’s comfortable with someone. Terra used to have a cynical view of sex but having more positive experiences has warmed her up to it and she’s become more sex-positive as a result.

Terra’s sex life has slowed down after joining the Titans and she has had sex with Beast Boy on many occasions as one would expect. She doesn’t mind having casual sex or relationships and they’re practically the norm with her. Terra also masturbates regularly and has her own collection of sex toys that she uses on herself and any partners that are interested. She doesn’t care much for porn and prefers to watch and read erotica instead, being a big fan of authors like Zane. Her erotica collection is pretty huge too.

Terra’s libido is pretty average and she can go a pretty long time without sex whether single or not. She has trouble initiating sex because of previous bad experiences so patience is needed in that area. If you initiate sex with her, it will be rare for Terra to turn you down and if she does, she has a good reason. Ethics are also important to Terra when it comes to sex especially because of said bad experiences and even bad things she’s done in the past.

Terra’s favorite position is The Lotus and she likes to be facing her partner regardless. She likes passionate sex and deep penetration as long as you don’t hit her cervix. Talk dirty to her and praise her please! Terra doesn’t like degradation so don’t even try it! Safe words are also a must with her. Terra has had issues with boundaries in the past and speaking her mind when it comes to her likes and dislikes so being sensitive to her needs and wants is a major plus.

Aftercare is something that Terra has rarely had so she doesn’t really have any expectations for that. All she does after sex is pee and shower. Pillow talk is also something Terra has rarely had but really wants. She’ll slowly try to initiate it and if you respond in kind, she’ll talk your ear off for hours! It’s so adorable honestly! Please give Terra some much needed attention and TLC!

#teen titans #bringing sexy back #sex and the city #I hope you like these

[ez-ra-zed]

some people tried to follow my plastic protection protocol on reddit, man. they really... tried. Some benefited, others fell through the cracks, so it goes when you try to teach strangers things on reddit

The dextromethorphan following I generated on r/drugnerds over multiple months is why I spiritually linked my soul to dextromethorphan and made a bunch of drug nerds find it just as unique, nonbinary and... cool as me, as it's my favorite substance

However, the few long COVID guides on reddit... It's not cringe I educated thousands of people by reviving r/LSA in 8th grade, from 3k inactive subs to twenty something thousand inactive somewhat active subs, who all remember a natural shitty lysergamide and only the lucky few learn that LSH is from fresh seeds before they oxidize and turn brown or black, and degrades quickly into LSA the shittiest lysergamide that people willingly take, when Eluesis and ergot were using LSH and so were central Americans.

I actually healed some lucky few of long COVID, because theirs was similar to mine, not autoimmunity or some other shit. And revived r/LSA and the memory of LSH

LSC? Not real, just an aldehyde that makes LSH more stable, like the aldehyde in peppermint. Which is why the only Recipe for the Kykeon was barley, or rye? Mint. And water. Ergot water extractions make it non toxic, taught to me by my homeless, ergot tropane shaman friend from Alabama who mods a closed reddit sub called r/ergot

Nick, Nick Garret maybe? Gully Spark

Ergot Tropane Shaman

Who knows Dextromethorphan is a nonbinary opioid spirit, entity, sometimes a daemon sometimes a God knows it's nonbinary even if he's kind of Libertarian and uhhh, doesn't use dextromethorphan anymore because he's biased towards nature, while I learn from synthetics too

And all morphinans still stem from nature

Levomethorphan is FEMININE, Dextromethorphan is Enby. D Isomer Methadone? Masculine opioid NMDA antagonist

Fentanyl and it's derivatives? Masculine opioid daemon

Kratom? Masculine and feminine protective opioid entity, sometimes a God, sometimes a Daemon to the few that abuse it

Codeine? Feminine

Morphine? Masculine

All tropanes in nightshades? Feminine no matter what

Diphenhydramine, doxylamine? Masculine, regardless

Salvinorin A? Feminine Goddess

Salvinorin B? Her masculine, entity, lover, they come together even if he don't do much man

Yes

Flavonoids? Feminine... I guess, sometimes

Terpenes? Definitely a masculine vibe, sometimes

Nicotine is feminine in tobacco becomes a masculinized feminine daemon when abused, so she/they/it abuses the ones who abuse her

THC Derivatives? Masculine, sometimes

CBD derivatives? Feminine, sometimes

Corn and Squash Ancestors? Feminine women who domesticated them over multiple generations and became a coven of goddesses and sometimes gods because they domesticated those crops

Then, the white folk turned her into a masculinized daemon that attacks the US from the inside out by attacking the microbiome, as high fructose corn syrup

What are the others?

[5lu7]

A game of: SMASH OR PASS, regarding my alters, in chronological order of their first appearance (that I remember)

(excluding littles… OBVIOUSLY)

1: ON THE BED, IN THE CAR, ON THE STAIRS, IN PUBLIC, IN PRIVATE, ON VIDEO, TOPPING, BOTTOMING, DOMMING, SUBBING, WHILE EATING, WHILE STARVING, WHILE DRUNK, WHILE SOBER, UNDER THE STARS, OVER THE TABLE, ETC ETC HE’S SO FUCKING HOTTTTTT

(though he’s absolutely the worst most toxic attachment in this list. He was an adult and I was like 13 when he took over my body forcefully, almost committed murder with it, and then raised me to be a soulless, unloveable bastard. He also violated me sexually at least once. I need him so bad though I need him so bad)

2: No. Pass. I was literally him under five years ago, I hate myself too much to fuck a dude who is essentially a different me, but is way more judgemental than me, way less chill than me, and even less morally sound. At least he was more ambitious and hopeful though!

3: Neither, she’s too ethereal and pure… I’d just stare at her in awe for three hours straight and then work up the courage to snuggle with her and weep while she pets my hair

4: Maybe? Idk my parents would definitely approve of him

5: Imagine doing the nasty with a robot xenomorph thing… (that means pass. I’m not like some of you absolute weirdos)

6: SMASHHHHHHH YES YES YES!!!!! (He’s the same dude as #1 at least 30% of the time due to merging, and when he’s not, he’s still really similar and he currently has the same face claim as #1 rn (Fugue Harvey Dent from Gotham Knights, episode 10 “Poison Pill”… **moans and arches back**), so SMASH. But I’d slap his face and spank him a LOT more and a LOT harder than #1 because he’s a lying piece of SHIT which annoys the hell out of me because I’m tryna figure out the truth of what caused all of this and I do NOT appreciate people who get between me and my goals, which is unfair because #1 is actually WAY worse and WAY more toxic)

7. SMASH!!! He’s spooky and kooky and I liked him a lot in the very short time we had together! Also his face claim was Christian Bale’s Gorr, so… (twirls hair and bites lip)

8: PASS PASS PASS she’s lovely I’m sure but that’s Jesus’s MOTHER I need to take a shower in holy water just thinking abt it…

9: Idk depends on which iteration of Barbie she is. If she looks like Margot Robbie then 100% SMASH

10: Pass… They weren’t unsexy per sé but they had 0% sexy energy and 100% emergency situation energy. Like a person sitting next to you under a desk in an active shooter situation telling you to shut tf up

11. PASS. She’s absolutely batshit insane and a cunt… Though I’d prolly hit her up if I was self-loathing and felt like I wanted to be genuinely abused and violated (/nonsexual, /nonhyperbolic)

BONUS!!!! THEORIZED ALTERS:

Theorized alter 1: wow PAAAAAAASSSSSS. I hope I never hear from him again. He makes me feel like absolute SHIT whenever he’s around and he NEVER shuts up!

Theorized alter 2: Hell no PASS I was him like less than nine months ago and he’s pathetic and erratic and insane. Like peak BPD behaviour but not in a tumblr sexy way. Just in a desperate train wreck way. Everyone was right abt him being cringe. Though I do feel bad for him because his behavior was a result of being in so much pain that he was literally being driven insane by it and had to go to the emergency room multiple times for actual physical health issues that literally manifested from the emotional pain itself. He felt like his organs were rotting and/or being lit on fire for like at least nine hours a day, and would do ANYTHING to try and avoid it, even if it meant being horrible and doing horrible shit to try and summon alter #1, who doesn’t feel emotional pain. He didn’t deserve allat he was just tryna succeed

Theorized alter 3: SMASH!!!! I’d be absolutely honored, I could only wish to be worthy of such a gift from his holiness! I suspect he’s prolly (based off of?) the same guy as #1 & #6, though I’ve never met him personally nor do I know much about him. He’s the alter at the top of the entire system hierarchy, I think.

And that’s all the (non-little) hoes in my brain I feel like putting in the effort to remember for this post, though I think I have more.

[yesimwriting]

hiii, this might seem weird but do u have any head cannons for when the reader is pregnant and how the Darkling would react?

a/n love this concept,, it's not weird at all!! i feel like there's so much here!! also i leave for college this month and im lowkey starting to freak out so ive been watching star wars movies for comfort 😭and now i have half a mind to write for them, especially the prequels (cough, cough,, anakin) 😭 😭 that should tell you where i am mentally

anyways lets get into the headcanons:))

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- okay so like most of my headcanons, this is probably going to be all over the place bc i feel like so many different things could change how he would react. Like if the darkling x reader have been trying to get pregnant, or an unplanned pregnancy with someone he really likes, i also think whether or not the reader is a grisha affects his reaction too

- in general though, i think he'd lowkey have a breeding kink he'd def find something about the thought of you having his child really attractive bc for one thing, he wouldn't have to worry about being left alone and now he has an excuse to be a real 'protector'.

- also if youve read my other headcanons i am 100000% convinced that he has this thing where if he really likes someone he needs them to need him (let's all remember the whole 'i will strip you of everything you know and love speech until I'm your only shelter' speech he gave to Alina)

- also i kinda want to write a fic or blurb series or something that's just the darkling being super toxic in super thoughtful ways LMAO if that makes sense, like he's being super sweet but it's to make sure the reader is dependent on him

- and he def wants to be the protector to give himself some sense of assurance bc he's so desperate to not be alone anymore and bc the reader is the only person he has/loves, he wants to feel in control and like he's the less attached one

- okay,, let's get back to the pregnancy thing, anyways, your pregnancy is most definitely activating all of those senses and this was meant to be a sub plot but it kind of became it's own thing lol

- so lets get to the actual pregnancy reaction

if you two have been trying to get pregnant:

- when you tell him, he kind of like, pauses bc it's not every day that he gets surprised so it takes him a moment to register that he's experiencing shock lol, so he tenses and goes islent

- and then after he realizes that he's surprised and that it's bc of a good thing, he manages to relax

- meanwhile you're kind of freaking out bc he got so quiet?? you start to wonder if he's regretting ever wanting a child with you? and you're like two seconds away from a downspiral and then he...

- he touches your cheek and looks at you in a way you've never seen him look at anyone,, not even you

- the look is so warm and strong and full of fierce admiration that you feel foolish for ever thinking he didn't want this. And then he says something about how you're carrying his child and how he didn't realize he could adore you more and then he kisses you and it's all :)) warm:)

- he doesn't want anyone to know that he's expecting a child as long as possible bc of how many enemies he has and how he has to worry about you enough when people just know that you're his 'lover' (a title you never really liked, but one he tells you is necessary to make sure no one realizes the extent of his attachment)

- if you really want to tell your mother or someone of that relation, he won't be mad about it, but he just needs to know

- Genya is the only exception bc the darkling basically instructs her to look out for you,, but when you tell her she's like oh?? you guys just found out?

- miss girl most definitely noticed like a day and a half ago after you cried bc she couldn't find you ice cream the other night 😭and she just assumed you knew but weren't ready to tell anyone

- okay so this what i think is his most problematic expecting father trait would be. So i just ranted about how important secrecy would be to him but he's also the most overprotective person in the entire world,, like he was bad before but once he knows your with child?? yeah, if a man asks you about the weather, he's done for

- he's next to you in a second, ordering either you or the man to do some asinine task

- if you get mad about this (rightfully so) or even just point out how nothing is wrong and you having a casual conversation with a man who isn't even looking at you sexually won't hurt you or the baby, he'll lose rationality

- it depends on how much you push, but it'd be super easy to make him super possessive bc like i said, being bonded by a child has made him so much more intense (and he was pretty intense before)

- and if you push too much he'll lowkey forget about how cautious he's trying to be with you and pin you against the nearest wall and say something along the lines of 'are you already forgetting you're mine? that i own you, body and soul--is my child growing in you not enough of a reminder? because i'll give you another one if you need it.' (AH--i want to write a whole fic based on this line)

- also if the reader is grisha, especially if she's a sun summoner/special grisha like him, he def talks about the power that they've created and how proud he already is and how he can't wait to train together and be the most powerful family in the world

- not everything is perfectly happy though, bc now he feels more pressure to complete his plan and establish the world he wants his child to be born into

- so sometimes when he's working extra hard or is extra aggressive for no reason, you have to work at calming him down and reminding him that the best thing he can do for his child is be there for them (and the child's mother,, lol)

- sometimes he'll respond by actually listening to you and trying to make up for his absence or his aggression by being extra soft until you finally forgive him

- you never last that long, it's hard to be mad at him when he's coddling you and whispering such sweet things about he's so happy to have you and your future child

- overall, his first reaction is to swell with emotion, which he isn't used to, and so he becomes super protective but also extra lovey and you know that his overreactions are just him trying to show that he cares about you and your future child more than anything

If the pregnancy was unplanned:

- the initial reaction is pretty similar, only his state of shock lasts longer

- like i said at the beginning, he's not used to being surprised and an accidental pregnancy is so much more surprising than a planned pregnancy

- this really sucks for you bc he's not exactly known for his patience so you just kinda sit there and genuinely wonder if you're going to be a single mom or if you're going to want to deletus the fetus or something

- but then he takes a step towards you and you see how he's looking at you and you just know that that fierceness has to mean something good

- and at this point you're scared and nervous and feel so alone so tears are pricking at your eyes,, so he wipes his thumb across your cheek to wipe away tears you won't let spill

- he then whispers something really sweet about how you two are now together forever, as you should be

- it's really relieving bc you felt so alone and uncertain and he's such a smooth speaker that by the end of the night, you feel like this is a good thing

- if youre still hesitant/weighing your options, he's not above trying to (gently) manipulate you into thinking that what he wants may be the only way

- by that,, i don't mean outright tricking you bc he means everything he says, but he def is pushing the keeping the baby agenda,, especially if you're a grisha,, and even more so if you're a grisha with similar power levels to him

- he won't get angry at first bc he's not so out of touch that he's unaware of how shocking a pregnancy is to a woman who wasn't planning one,, but his patience is limited and if you fight it too much he will get mad and yell

- but unless you really don't want to have a child, it won't get to that bc he makes the idea of having a baby with him sound so perfect?? like you genuinely don't understand how he did that

- he chases away all of your worries and assures you that youre not alone and that even though it isn't planned he wouldn't rather anyone else carry his child

- the initial conversation would probably end in you two sleeping together again bc he finds the fact that you're carrying his child so attractive and bc being aware of the pregnancy makes him more possessive

- it's also a good way to fight any of your doubts

- speaking of being possessive though,, i feel like he could be a little more possessive/protective of a reader who didn't plan on getting pregnant bc your relationship has been less established

- no one sees you as anything to him and he doesn't want to start rumors now bc it's important to him that his enemies don't find out about you or his future child so he doesn't want that to change

- but he almost forgets about all of those reasons each time he sees a man get a little too close,, especially if that guy is flirty

- it takes all of his will power to not just go 'she's mine and if i wasn't worried about the stress that witnessing something violent would cause our unborn child, you'd be dead already, but if you're not gone by the time i turn around, i'll forget about caution'

- lots of close calls ngl!! at one point youre like 'if it bothers you so much, maybe you should tell someone??' and he's like 'no,, maybe,, shut up' and then you raise one eyebrow and he just closes his mouth and is like 'i mean,, i'll kiss you to shut you up, haha--dont be mad'

- youre the one that's pregnant but sometimes you think he might be the one experiencing the mood swings i swear 😭

- so your little theory gets tested,, he's not the type to gossip with his besties and be like 'guess who's officially my girlfriend, i knocked her up but it's not like it sounds--'

- so he's like ig you can tell genya

- once again genya is like ?? yall thought you were keeping that secret? couldn't be me

- but having it a little out in the open helps ease him just enough that youre actually capable of consoling him when he becomes jealous

- still though,, he's quick to go into possessive/pregnancy kink sex

- youre most def not mad about it,, unless pregnancy has you particularly sore

- he's normally pretty understanding about that and def doesn't mind pulling his weight in the bedroom when he needs

- honestly he'd be really good at being a source of calmness at the beginning, but as time goes on he becomes more and more worried about finishing his plans bc he didn't expect to have a child right now

- so he'd be more adamant about working/becoming more tense and would be more difficult to console if it was an accidental pregnancy

- when you call him out on it--or on anything while your pregnant--it's frustrating for you both bc the number one thing everyone knows is stress is bad for baby, so he's trying to keep you calm without backing down

- these argument always end with one of you clinging to the other,, and then the more angrier of the two just like shuts up, rolls their eyes, and lets go of the argument...at least for now

- the main difference between an accidental and intentional pregnancy would probably be how you perceive him,, bc an intentional pregnancy means youve talked about things but since you havent talked about anything your shocked about how soft he becomes ??

#headcanons #headcanon #darkling x reader #the darkling x reader #the darking x you #aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x you #general kirigan imagine #grishaverse imagine #grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #aleksander morovoza x reader #aleksander morozova imagine

[sadboyeddie]

Love At First Bite

October 18th: Vampire!Eddie

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Waking up in a strange Facility leaves you with many questions

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) blood, violence,

A/N: Vampires baby! This is Part 1 of 2. I’ll be adding a smut chapter tomorrow.

Credit to @moonlightsolo for the vampire edit of Eddie

5.8k Words

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You let out a pained groan as you peel your eyes open but the harsh fluorescent light causes you to immediately snap them shut.

What happened?

As your mind starts to clear of the fog of unconsciousness you realise that you’re currently laying on a very uncomfortable floor. You heave out a sigh as you roll onto your side and sit up, instantly grabbing your head as a sharp pain throbs through your temples.

You take a deep breath as you try to remember what happened last night.

It was the weekend so you decided to go out with some work friends to unwind.

There was some drinking involved.

You honestly didn’t want to go but you’d just moved to the area and didn’t want to be impolite.

A few months prior an old friend from school sent you a link to a small town where the housing was cheap and the pay rate was high, to say you were skeptical would be an understatement. This place seemed like a dream come true, so what was the catch?

Well, according to some research, back in the 80s there was a neighbouring town, Hawkins, where a number of strange incidents happened, ranging from missing kids, chemical leaks, Russian spies and even cult stuff. In March of 86’ there was an earthquake that split the town and big clouds of ash and sulphuric gases spewed out like an active volcano.

Because the air was toxic, and due to the earthquake, more people died or went missing never to be found again so they forced an evacuation. Kind of like Chernobyl, most people couldn’t even collect their most precious items before they were being escorted out.

The U.S government built a large steel wall to fence in Hawkins, apparently months after the event people would try to sneak in and would inevitably never be seen again. They have a 24/7 U.S military surveillance and, according to some conspiracy sites, a private military group that monitor the fence line.

You thought it all seemed a bit much, it’s almost been forty years for Christ sake, but people were stupid and it technically didn’t effect you so it wasn’t really your issue.

When you were travelling to the small town the roads were barren and in bad shape, you were also shocked to see the large black plume of smoke that towers into the sky. Sure you’d seen pictures but seeing it in person was much more alarming.

According to some ‘survivor stories’ the smoke was so thick it was like constant night in Hawkins.

You found a few Reddit subs about conspiracies and there was a user who posted a lot in the different groups, ‘HawkinsHero86’, they posted stories about growing up in Hawkins.

You ended up reading a lot of their entries but had to stop because you were freaking yourself out. It started like fun stories but then it went into nightmare territory — creatures with no faces, teens being turned into pretzels, cult leaders, kids with superpowers, the creepy list was endless.

You closed the browser and for a few weeks you forgot all about Hawkins and the creatures that came from the lab, but your friend sent you a link to a job opening and you snatched it right up.

You surmised that the reason housing was cheap and pay was high was because of the negativity that’s spurred from all the rumours but you weren’t going to let it ruin an opportunity for a fresh beginning for you. Living expenses were high in the city so if you buckled down and saved your money from this new job you could pave your way to a brighter future.

After a few weeks of being in the small town you’d learnt a lot. First of all: the job you had was mundane, secondly: there’s a large facility between this town and Hawkins that constantly monitors the hell scape around the clock and thirdly: the locals were very… weird.

It was hard to make friends with the locals, and you haven’t really, the friends you made at work were all out of towners like yourself who were lured in by money. The locals were standoffish and only talked to you if they really had to and even then it was one worded replies.

The building you were staying in was payed by the company you work for, you found it odd that a job where all you do is the bare minimum would pay for your housing. You work at the local hospital as a lunch lady. Everyone in the apartment building had similar minor jobs like your own, cleaning, cooking etc. it was strange but you didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Not even when you were driving home one night and got lost, you came across a large fenced off field that was filled with hundreds of cars. Some old some new, considering there’s maybe two hundred locals in the town this came off as a red flag but maybe because you’re young and stupid or maybe it’s because it all felt unreal to you but for some reason you believed nothing bad was going to happen and stuff like this only happens in the movies.

That’s why you ignored the warnings of “don’t stay out too late, you never know what wild things run about at night,” or the looks of pity and emptiness on the locals faces, you were only going to be here for a short while anyway.

Now that’s you’re sitting in a white tiled room you’re filled with regret for not listening to your gut.

The room was small and empty, there was a mirror that took up a majority of one of the walls, and you suspect in was two ways, with a camera in the corner. You slid back until your body made contact with the wall and observed the tiny prison.

After a few minutes there was a unpleasant crackling that filled the room followed by a mysterious voice.

“Ah, you’re awake?” You bite back the urge to reply with sarcasm, there’s a beat of silence as they wait for your reply but when they realise none is coming the continue on, “I’m sure you’re very confused, we hope to clear things up very soon we just require a bit more time,” the voice is sickly sweet, “please bare with us.”

The crackling ceases and and you’re once again left in silence as you wait. You want to bang on the door and mirror and scream to be let out but you doubt that would do anything other then exhaust your energy.

You’re not sure how much time passed before two men entered the room, fully dressed in white and wearing matching scowls. You stand up instantly but stay rooted to the floor.

“Come here,” the one of the left orders you, his voice gruff. You clench your jaw and stand straighter.

If they want you they have to come and get you.

The one who spoke lets out a sigh of annoyance, not happy with your defiance, as the other man stalks towards you.

The small bit of bravery you felt earlier instantly dissipates as the large orderly towers over you, not quick enough to fight back you’re grabbed and dragged from the room.

The walk through building is slightly disorienting, there’s so many twists and turns and everything looks the same, you’re honestly surprised these men know where they’re going.

You arrive at a set of double doors, after a keycard is scanned you’re hauled into a large room with other people — prisoners?

You’re quick to realise the prisoners are all the people from your apartment complex, you furrow your forehead in confusion as you stand idle in the middle of the room. At least nine others reside in the room with you.

You go to walk over to one of the people, Tori, you’ve gotten closest with but before you can a man wearing a three piece suit in a lab coat enters the room, followed by a few armed orderlies.

You instinctively step back toward the farthest wall and try to make yourself look as small as possible, unfortunately there’s a few male prisoners who try to act tough and end up getting a knock to the nose from the butt of the gun.

“Let’s not erupt into chaos,” the voice from the doctor (?) matches the one from the intercom. “My name is Doctor Yuri and I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re hear.”

There’s a few scoffs from around the room from the more braver captives and Dr. Yuri smirks at their response.

“36 years ago there was an incident in Hawkins,” he starts to explain, “you see, our reality is not the only one out there.”

You scrunch up your face in confusion and a quick glance around the room shows you’re not the only one confused.

“There is a reality right next to ours, it’s been affectionately dubbed ‘The Upside Down’,” he continues, still not making much sense, “this reality mirrors our own almost completely except for a few minor details.”

He takes a long pause as everyone, including yourself, waits impatiently for him to continue.

“In this reality instead of people there are monsters, it’s dark and cold and twisted’,” he goes quiet for a few seconds, “there were those who tried to stop the incident and those who tried to continue so they could study it, unfortunately both were not prepared for what was on the other side… Pure evil.”

Your mind is spinning with the information and you can’t help but notice that a few things sound familiar to what the Reddit user was saying.

“After a great battle on both sides unfortunately ‘The Upside Down’ won. It claimed Hawkins and a lot of the citizens but for the brave few that tried to fight against them they were met with a fate worse then death,”… “they became monsters themselves.”

The room is silent as you all try to comprehend the situation. This all seems like a plot to a poorly written story not real life.

“We’re not sure exactly what happened after Hawkins was lost but we know the monsters are strong,” Dr. Yuri looks pensive for a moment and before he continues he’s interrupted.

“Why not just bomb them?”

“Yeah, or send the army in?”

Dr. Yuri looks annoyed, “do you really think we’ve not tried that!” He snaps, “it only makes them stronger, the vines feed from the energy of the weapons and that causes them to grow and the soldiers, well, the soldiers feed the monsters.”

The explanation causes the room to fall silent once again.

“We’ve struck a deal of sorts with them,“ Dr. Yuri’s voice is quiet, “if we provide them with… certain things they will not become a threat to us.”

You nervously chew on your fingernails, the more he speaks the less sense he makes but the gist you’re getting from this is: you’re gonna die today.

“W-what ‘things’?” Someone braver then you asks.

“I believe you all know,” Yuri speaks, he sounds slightly guilty.

Once the information is processed in everyone’s minds the room erupts into chaos. Screaming and cursing from both sides as the prisoners try to rush the guards or escape the room.

You sink to the floor and crawl along the sides of the room towards the exit, praying that due to the scuffle you may pass unnoticed. You let out a gasp as a someone falls next to you, their body convulsing as 1,200 volts of electricity shocks through them and leaves them incapacitated.

You watch as others fall to the same fate and before you can get close you feel a hot sting begin to pulse through your veins as you fall back onto the cold floor while volts of electricity shock you into submission.

It takes probably half an hour and a handful more of taser ‘demonstrations’ before the prisoners give up the fight. You admit after the first shock you didn’t put up an fight after that.

“Think of this as helping your fellow man,” Dr. Yuri says when the room has calmed down, “your sacrifice is for a noble cause.”

With those final words he leaves the room and more armed guards come in, though this time instead of using their tasers they hold full automatic weapons in their hands.

You tense as everyone is rounded up like cattle and marched back through the confusing halls of the facility, you’re then lead to an large elevator that takes you deep underground.

You’re all forced out into a long, dark, cement corridor that seems endless, before anyone can ask what’s going on the doors shut on the elevator and several sci-fi looking iron doors close over the opening. There’s no possible way to access the elevator or the shaft from this end.

The only way forward is through the tunnel.

Every one stands in place and looks around the area in confusion before Dr. Yuri can be heard over the intercom, “you must leave the tunnel, if you don’t the guards will come back down and they will force you to vacate.”

You walk like zombies onward, everyone too afraid to speak. It all seems unbelievable, it doesn’t make sense. You heard stories about rich people hunting the poor for sport and that’s exactly what this feels like.

Your head spins with the array of information forced upon you in such a small amount of time. You wrap your arms around your chest, the chilly air of the tunnel causing goosebumps to rise under your thin sweater, the cries and sniffles of the others reverberate off the cement walls only serving to add to the misery. You feel as though you’re walking to the electric chair, and in someways you were.

After walking, for what feels like forever, you come across a metal door, once opened it reveals a narrow staircase that’s only wide enough for everyone to walk in single file.

No one wants to be first, you all stand there for a few seconds waiting for someone to be brave and take the lead but no one does.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath deciding to just do it, waiting for death seems more painful then what’s to come.

You ascend the metal staircase, cringing every time your step causes the steel to creak and after several long minutes you finally reach the top.

The landing is enough for a few of you to huddle together and you wait for the others to join you, most of them seem content on dragging their feet.

When everyone has gathered by the top of the stairs you turn towards the door, a fresh wave of terror and dread crashes through your body and gathering by the postures and facial expressions on the groups face you know you’re not the only one feeling it.

You reach forward and pull down the thin metal door handle and wince as the it makes a loud, almost ear piercing, squeak that carry’s out amongst the trees. When you step over the threshold, away from the small comfort that the tunnel provided, you quickly survey the area.

The exit from the tunnel looks like a small cement outhouse and it’s surrounded by forest on all sides. The woods are dark and there’s a multitude of strange noises bouncing off the trees making it seem like you’re surrounded, and for all you know you are.

You let out a gasp and step back as a dark figure runs through the shadows, so quick it couldn’t possibly be human, but so large it couldn’t possible be an animal.

“What? What was it!” Someone harshly whispers from behind you.

“S-something is out there,” you point to the area where you saw the figure run to as your eyes dart all around.

You hear some cursing and will yourself to calm down. This won’t be so bad if you keep a level head about you.

Unfortunately there’s not enough time to calm down because seconds later a blood curdling scream is heard from behind you and when you whip around you see a large pale creature on top of one of the men and is mauling his neck.

Everyone, including yourself, scatters into different directions into the woods. You feel a pang of guilt over leaving someone behind to die but as of the moment your mind can barely comprehend what exactly it was you just saw.

You keep running in hopes of reaching a road or a town so you can hide but so far it’s just more woods. You run until your lungs start to burn and your thighs are chafing but the image of the monster back there fuels your adrenaline.

You skid to an immediate halt when you’re met with a literal crossroads, you kneel down and crouch behind a log as you clutch your chest from exhaustion. You were no athlete.

You can hear blood in your ears and as sweat trickles down your forehead and you fight to level your breathing.

The left path is dark, really dark, the vines are more twisted and gnarled and there’s a soft fog rising from the floor of the woods.

The right path however is less dark and less… vine-y but now that your breathing has calmed down you can hear a deep growling coming from the path, if you squint you can just see two very sharp, very bright, very large, gold glowing eyes behind the tree line.

Your hands are now shaking against your chest as you struggle to pick the lesser of two evils.

The booming howl that cuts through the, otherwise hauntingly silent, night makes your decision for you and you stand on wobbly legs and push on towards the left path.

You grab a stick from the forest floor and grip it tight in your hands as you slowly walk down the twisted path, the deeper you go the more the trail disappears. It reminds you of when you read The Hobbit as a kid and The Company entered Mirkwood:

“Stick to the forest-track, keep your spirits up, hope for the best, and with a tremendous slice of luck you may come out one day…”

“Just stick to the path,” you mumble, the eery silence starting to get to you, “well, more like a worn trail,” you muse as you step over a log encased in vines, “don’t wander off because if I get attacked by giant spiders I doubt there will be elves around to save me.” You grip the branch harder as you let out a nervous laugh.

A light chuckle sounds in your ear and you spin around in alarm at the soft airy sound but are met with empty darkness.

It was so soft that it could’ve just been some of the creepy chirps carrying through the fog but the hairs on the back of your neck are standing on edge and at this point you’re positive you’re never going to be able to get rid of the goosebumps.

You take one last nervous look around before turning in the direction you think you were going. The ‘path’ has all but faded, you could probably see more if you had a torch. You start waking forward, was it this was? Maybe it was more that way? Christ, these trees all look the same and that damn fog is not helping.

Another chuckle wafts through the barely there breeze, sounding awfully amused at the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“~this way~” you snap your head to the direction to your left were the voice came from and let out an small whimper.

The fog starts to clear away slightly indicating that someone — something — wants you to go that way.

No thanks.

You back away slowly from the… invitation? and quickly walk in the opposite direction.

“~you’re no fun~” the voice whines.

Whines?

You ignore the tormenting voice and continue on at a brisk pace, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes when they huff.

A loud crack comes from behind you and turn in the direction. Your blood runs cold as you see in the distance one of those pale things stalking about.

Was it looking for you? Has it seen you? What the fuck should you do?

“yes — yes — and run,” the voice is directly in your ear now but you don’t turn to investigate. The creature lets out a deafening screech before rushing towards you.

You let out a shriek of your own before spinning on your heels and hauling ass right out of there.

“Toss the stick,” the voice isn’t as airy anymore, and instead of hearing it all around you hear it in your head? “Do it!”

You chuck the stick aside and push forward to add some distance between you and it.

“Turn left here!” Once again you feel like you’re choosing the lesser of two evils as you allow the voice in your head to direct you through the nightmare forest.

Eventually you come barrelling out of the tree line to a decrepit street and at the end is a large, albeit, run down, house.

“Keep going, you’re almost there!”

You scurry to the only house on the street as you hear the thing bearing down on you, you’re just meters away from the staircase, leading up to the porch, when a burning, white hot, pain tears through your shoulder.

You cry out as you fall forward, gagging at the sight of blood gushing from your shoulder onto the road in front of you.

The smell of iron hits your tastebuds and it makes you sob. You crawl towards the house as the thing stalks your cowering form, whimpering as it snarls at you.

You can feel the fight starting to drain from your body, the pain in your shoulder is fading away as darkness starts to cloud your eyes and mind. At least if you bleed out you won’t have to watch it tear you apart.

You collapse flat against the road as your vision starts to go hazy, the last thing you hear is a loud, deep sound as black boots make their way into your line of site and then nothing.

-x-

Eddie curses as he watches the Demogorgon bear down on you, his face scrunches up in anger as it claws at your back and you let out a heartbreaking scream.

He opens the window and runs across the roof before jumping onto the wet grass. As he makes his way down the road, noting how close you came, the creature steps away.

He feels something stirring in his chest. Something his hasn’t felt for a long time as he watches you try your hardest to crawl away.

Perhaps it’s pity? It feels a bit like pity.

Eddie lets out a dark growl from deep in his chest and the creature starts to slowly retreat back into the forest, smart enough to know it wouldn’t win a fight against him.

He scoops you up in his arms, nostrils flaring when the sweet smell of your blood hits his nose. With all the recent hubbub he completely looked over the scent.

He holds you closer to his chest, listening to your slowing heartbeat, as he races back to his home. He takes you into the living room and rests you gently on the couch before kneeling by your head and shrugging off his leather jacket.

He brings his wrist to his lips and tears into the skin, he has an advanced healing factor so he’s gotta be quick, before pressing his arm to face.

He uses his spare hand to open your lips and begins to clench and unclench his wrist so blood will trickle into your mouth.

He has to repeat the process a few times but after twenty minutes your heart rate has picked back up to average speed and your breathing is back to normal. He lifts you gently and checks the injury noting all that remains are three long jagged scars.

As you sleep relatively peacefully on his couch he takes the moment to observe you.

He didn’t plan on partaking in this event. He didn’t need to. A common misconception on vampires is that they need to drink regularly, when in fact the digestive system is more like a snakes. Drinking an adult human dry could last him a good six months or more. Seeing as his organs technically no longer function he wouldn’t gain an appetite as quickly as the others do.

But that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy the hunt, he loves going out there and terrorising people even more then Robin does but lately he’s been missing… something.

He could hear your thinking from miles away — literally — he tried to block it out but your voice was so delicate it lured him in. Then he heard you quoting The Hobbit and he was full blown invested.

With your focus elsewhere it was easy to slink into the dark recesses of your mind, he was gonna do some digging so he can freak you out and entertain himself but listening to you mumble about elves amused him.

He didn’t mean to chuckle, and honestly it doesn’t really matter cause mortals could very rarely hear him, but you reacted to it and that peaked his interest.

The path he laid out for you would have lead you straight into his backyard but you decided to be difficult.

Either way, you’re here now.

And he’s not planning on letting you go.

-x-

You awaken with a sharp yelp, the painful nightmare forcing you to wake as you sit up instantly from the bed.

…

Wait bed?

You slap the soft comforter under your hands a few times and take in the image of the room.

There’s a few candles around the room emitting a soft glow and if your weren’t in a terrifying hellscape it would even seem pretty.

Memories of the previous night — was it last night? How long have you been sleeping? — come swarming back into your mind and you abruptly reach up and touch your shoulder.

It’s a bit tender but not sore… and the shirt isn’t ripped.. hang on a second, this isn’t my shirt!

You look at the upside down scrawling of ‘Def Leppard’ across your chest as you try and add two and two together.

“It’s my shirt,” a deep chuckle comes from the entryway.

You let out a girlish shout and jump to the other side of the mattress.

“Who ar—“

“I’m Eddie, you’re in The UpsideDown and no I’m not going to hurt you.” He answers your questions with a smug smirk.

What the fuc—

“Language, princess!” He playfully scolds as he steps forward.

“So you can read my thought?” You ask plainly.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Huh,” you slump forward and look at the comforter.

“‘Huh’? That’s all I get is a ‘huh’?” He huffs out a laugh.

“I just got attacked by a faceless demon,” you slowly speak before shrugging, “I guess anything is possible.”

Eddie nods and inwardly lets out a sigh, he’s never kept a — prisoner? captive? — person like this before so he wasn’t sure if he’d have to spell out the situation. He’s glad he doesn’t.

“So,” you let out a sigh, “what are you?”

“Vampire.” He states.

“‘Vampire,’” you suck air through your teeth as you repeat the word over, “Eddie… The Vampire.”

“Not a very vampire-y name, I know,” he laughs.

“Count Eddie?” You offer, fighting down the beginnings of a smile.

“No no,” he huffs playfully, “just ‘Eddie’.”

You nod your head as you take in some smaller details of the room, the bed was large and the covers were black with splashes of red patterns across it, from what you could see in the dark the canopy that hung over the bed matched the comforter but had lace around the trim.

There was an old dresser and closet and two windows, one straight ahead of the bed at the end of the room and one to the right.

You slowly stood and walked over to the window next to the bed, it faced out towards the road and you let out a shuddered breath when you see the creature near the house.

But to your surprise the beast doesn’t step foot on the property line, it stays at the edge and lets out screeches and growls as it stalks back and forth like a rabid dog.

You watch as several other creatures, some on four legs and others standing on two, come into view and gather around the area.

Are you safe in here?

“They won’t come in,” Eddie answers your silent question, “not if they know what’s good for them.” 

“How did you heal my shoulder?” You turn to the curly haired boy, who looked to be around the same age as you.

“Used my blood,” he explains.

You scrunch up your nose in disgust making him laugh, “how?”

“I put it in your mouth and you drank it down,” he grins and you let out a long ‘eewww!’ “You seemed to enjoy it,” he shrugs with a chuckle.

“Does that mean I’m a vampire?” You ask, not sure how to feel about that.

He lets out a full belly laugh now, which is quite honestly a little insulting, before gasping out a “no, of course not!”

“I don’t think my question warranted that reaction,” you scowl.

“My blood can heal wounds depending on the damage,” he begins, ignoring your remark, “but to turn someone: I first would have to drink from them, they would have to drink from me and then I’d have to kill them.” He shrugs like it’s that simple.

“You’d have to kill them?” You scoff with a look of shock.

“Well I don’t have to,” he exaggerates his head movements, “they can kill themselves — the point is they have to die with my blood in their body.”

“Ah,” is all you say before walking towards the bed.

You sit in silence as you pick at a loose thread on the red and black plaid pyjamas.

“So, what now?” You ask.

“You can’t leave,” his voice is soft, the playfulness gone.

“Why?” You bite your lip, three simple words managing to crack your heart as tears sting your eyes.

“You just can’t,” his voice is a little firmer, “there’s no way out that wouldn’t cause a rift through the “agreement” we have going.”

You nod your head with a defeated sigh, “so I’m to waste away here until you get bored of me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have phrased it quite like that, no.” The lighthearted tone returning to his voice.

“Are my friends—“ you hope he hears the rest of your question and doesn’t make you say it.

“Yeah,” he gives a solemn nod.

-x-

Eddie watches as your face falls and your mind starts to fill with questions and misery, it makes he want to reach over and and scoop you into his arms.

Sure he's kept some his prey alive in the past, a guy gets lonely, usually after a week the sex gets boring and the blood tastes stale so he drinks them dry before tossing their bodies out to the Demogorgons.

But ever since he was made aware of your presence he’s felt a tug, at first it felt like pity and some of it was but it’s more warm.

Eddie hasn’t felt warm in a long, long time.

“Are you the only humanoid in the area?” Your voice shocks him but he smiles at the softness of it.

“No,” he shakes his head, “there’s a group of us.”

“Vampires?” Your curious eyes meet his and he can’t help but fall deep into your gaze.

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “just me.”

You nod at his words but don’t turn away from his face and he feels the urge to elaborate.

“So, there’s Steve; he’s a werewolf,” he watches your face scrunch up into a cute expression but you remain quiet so he can continue, “Nancy is a Succubus,” he winks and inwardly preens when you crack a small smile, “and Robin is a Siren.”

By the end of his explanation you’re staring at the comforter with a far away look in your eye, when he peers into your mind there’s nothing but silence.

And that actually freaks Eddie out. He’s used to silence. He’s spent years in silence. He loves silence.

Or he did, but since being graced with your voice he realises that he never wants to hear silence again.

“Hey,” his hopes it comes out more gentle then a little panicked, “you still with me?” His chuckle is nervous.

“I’m here,” your voice sounds distant and it scares him.

He places his hand on yours and your eyes instantly snap them, he bites back a groan at the warmth from your skin. It’s practically burning up his arm but in the best way.

“Are you hungry?”

You look at his face and he notices immediately how your eyes have returned to their previous tenderness.

“Real food?” Your tone is skeptical and he scoffs with playful eye roll.

“F’course!” He grins and you stand from the bed, his smile drops instantly at the loss of heat but he snaps himself out of it when you walk around the frame.

-x-

He leads you down the large hallway to the winding staircase and brings you to the spacious kitchen before flicking on the lights.

You squint as the harsh light pierces your eyes and you flip Eddie off as he laughs at your discomfort.

“I didn’t realise you had power,” you rub your eyes.

“We’re not barbarians,” he shrugs and opens the cupboard.

You look around and notice how normal the kitchen, hell the whole house, looks. If it wasn’t for the view of the desolate dystopian landscape out the window you could convince yourself this was normal.

“You have food?” You ask as you eye cans and packets of things lining the shelves. You’re hit with a seriously?’ look and you throw up your hands, “what? You’re a vampire! Can you even eat food?”

“It does nothing for me ‘digestive’ wise, but I still enjoy the taste of things,” he explains.

This guy acting like I’ve memorised the whole vampire encyclopaedia. you inwardly scoff.

Eddie throws the tin lid off the soup can in your direction, “don’t be rude!”

The smile on his face instantly gives away his ‘angry’ façade as he turns to place the soup on the stove.

“Hey, if you’re rifling through my head you’re bound to come across something you won’t like,” you argue in your defence.

“Impossible,” he said it quietly but you still heard and it causes a small smile to appear on your face.

Maybe this won’t be so bad?

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Deep Six- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Request: May I request an insert in the episode Deep Six where the titans meet Aqualad?

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Summary: Robin makes you accompany this guy name Aqualad and Beast Boy. Will you be able to handle them or will their bickering tear you apart. Also you're a katara kinnie (i know ATLA didn't exist then but still) This episode is Season 1 Episode 8!

Pairings: Platonic!Aqualad x reader, Robin x reader if you squint

Word Count: 4314

A/N: this time i decided not to split up the episode and post it as one! I made them meet for the first time here, so the Aqua kids don't bond much yet, but if you want to see more, feel free to request! (click here for guidelines) Also yes I also ended this one with "anyone up for pizza" thats all i know how to do to end a fan ficbskghs

“Ahhhh, don’t you just love the ocean?” you admired the shallow sea, the blue water flowing by you. The others prepared for launch, reading off the status of the T-Sub.

“Main power online.”

“Oxygen tanks at maximum”

“Defensive system active”

Beast boy hums confidently. “And your new secret weapon is ready to rock.”

Cyborg rolls his eyes through the headset. “Only time you qualify as a secret weapon is after eating a tofu bean burrito.” You stifled a giggle as Beast Boy yells in protest.

“Uh, 'scuse me, bud. Can you breathe underwater? Uh-uh. Can you be any fish in the sea?”

You shrugged your shoulders and smirked. “Cyborg can’t but I can. And I can breathe underwater without being a fish so I guess I’m just as much of a secret weapon as you, BB.”

You found out that you could breathe underwater a few days after you and the others formed the Teen Titans. You were surfing for the first time since that day when you fell off your board. You had accidentally inhaled underwater, and to your relief, you found that you were able to breathe in the ocean water with no problem. You offered to swim outside the sub on your own, but the team didn’t want you to get hurt, so you were stuck in the small confines of your own pod of the T-sub.

Robin ignores you three’s bickering. “We have to find out what this Trident guy is planning,” he says. “If it takes forty barrels of toxic waste, I doubt it's environmentally friendly.”

The engines warm up, the vessel humming to life. “Titan Launch!” Robin exclaims and the T-sub shoots through a tunnel and into the Jump CIty Bay. You watch in awe at the ocean life around you. Now that you had a connection to the ocean, your perspective on ocean life had changed. You clutch your seashell necklace as you continue to take in the view of the ocean, ignoring Beast Boy showing off his teeth and Cyborg turning off his mic as a result. Robin’s voice snaps you back into reality.

“Sonar contact. Beast Boy! Aquagirl! Ready to go?”

You gave a quick smile. “On it.” You unbuckle your harness and the dome unlatched, allowing you to swim out. Beast Boy gave a mischievous smirk.

“Dude, I was born ready. Try not to be jealous.” He aimed the second comment at Raven, who looked at him indifferently. Beast Boy quickly swam out of his pod and transformed into a whale.

“He just put on three hundred thousand pounds. I am so jealous.” she notes sarcastically.

You and Beast Boy made silent eye contact before swimming towards the cargo ship, examining its destroyed remains. He turns into a shark to keep investigating, and you follow his lead. You couldn’t help but feel that you were being watched, as you swam around the ship. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see a green figure; not a bright green like Beast Boy’s but a sicker, murkier green. You point at the green man as he swam away, and you and Beast Boy immediately bolt after it, the T-sub following behind.

Your black scuba shoes propelled you forward, and you aimed blasts of water towards the figure, but it kept dodging your shots. The monster, whom you now assumed was Trident, fired his weapon at you and Beast Boy, and when you dodged, it hit the T-sub. You forced yourself to continue to chase after Trident, hoping that the vessel was also capable of dodging his shots.

You and Beast Boy were nearing close to catching Trident when a voice rang in your head. It wasn’t yours, nor Beast Boy’s; it was clear, belonging to someone no older than you were.

“Your friends are in danger.” you heard. You and Beast Boy both stopped in your tracks, looking at each other in shock. You realized that the T-sub was no longer following you.

“Our friends are in what? Whoa! How did you say that? Dude! How did I say that? Hey!” Beast Boy also says in your mind. You turn to see the T-sub being attacked, and shot off without waiting for Beast Boy.

“Dude, questions are for later! Let’s go!” You order, not even entirely sure how you were able to talk either. You approach the vessel, which was being destroyed by Trident, who you swore you were just chasing.

Suddenly, a figure knocked Trident down. Trident and the mystery person fought each other, moving so quickly that all you could see of the person was a blur of black and blue

You turn your attention to the T-sub, which was slowly sinking into a fissure on the seafloor. Water was filling up fast and a look of panic settled on your teammates faces (except Raven, who seemed to have accepted death). Your eyes glowed blue as you outstretched your arms towards the damaged vessel. Focusing on the water around the titans, you forced the leaks to cease and the descent into the fissure to stop. Your muscles burned as you kept your stance; holding the vessel in place underwater was similar to holding it up on your arms above ground. Beast Boy raced to help as you struggled to keep grip when suddenly, two whales came and carried the sub on their backs.

You let go of the ship and breathe a sigh of relief. Beast Boy sees you almost passing out and comes to your side, now in the form of a squid. Instead of comforting you, he complains about the whales' help.

"They got it? How come they got it?"

A familiar voice rang in your head again. "Because I asked for their help." The voice belonged to the guy who was fighting Trident before. He comes to your other side and supports your other arm, putting it around his neck.

"You talk to fish? Yeah right. And let go of her!"

"You guys need help, and I'm talking to you right?" He glared at Beast Boy, keeping his grip on you.

Beast Boy was about to reply when you held your hand up in front of his squid face. "Beast Boy, I'm a solid five seconds from collapsing. I'm fine with the help."

The guy in blue gave a small smile. "And it's called telepathy. Let's go."

The three of you swam into a cavern. As you entered, the T-sub was floating on the water's surface and although it was extremely damaged, it managed to keep your teammates safe. You nodded to Beast Boy and the other teen and they let you go as you approach the other titans.

Raven asked, "where are we?"

"My place," the mysterious teen answered. "I told the whales to bring you here."

Raven and Starfire both blushed and gave bashful thank yous. You stared at them. Are they… in love with the new guy???, you thought, confused.

Beats Boy seemed angrier than ever. "He saved you?" He yelled, turning back into his human form. "Hel-lo? I was there too, you know."

Cyborg raised an eyebrow. "Were you? Because if anything I remember Aquagirl keeping us from drowning. What, you stopped Trident from kebabbing us with that souped up shrimp fork?"

"Way to go!" Robin said sarcastically. Beast Boy stuttered a response, but the blue teen interrupted.

"Aquagirl, huh? Well, I'm Aqualad. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, we Atlanteans like to keep a low profile."

You shake his hand, now taking in what Aqualad looked like. He was half a foot taller than you, with slicked back hair and black pupils. He wore a bodysuit with blue scales and black accents. He had nice features, but you couldn't figure out why the other girls were drooling over him, so you kept that thought to yourself.

"You're from Atlantis? That's so cool!" You say.

He nodded. "So is Trident." He opens up a hologram from a table in the cavern. "He's the worst criminal in Atlantis, with an ego to match."

He continues a sideshow filled with pictures of the sickly green monster. "Trident claims he's perfect in every way so he thinks he can do whatever he wants."

"Any ideas what he wants to do with all that toxic waste?" Robin asked.

"Whatever it is, it'll be bad for both our worlds. He's already gained some kind of new power. It's like he can be everywhere at once." Aqualad says.

"Noticed that," Raven says sarcastically.

"As long as we're after the same guy, maybe we can help each other." He looks at the six of you.

Your eyes sparkle. "Of co-" you begin, but Beast Boy pushed you out of the way.

"Whoa, hey, no, we're good. Got the whole Trident thing under control. 'Sides, I'm sure there's a school of minnows somewhere that need your--" He rejects Aqualad's offer, much to you and the other's dismay. Robin pulls him back, and the six of you group huddled.

"We're at the bottom of the ocean," Raven notes.

"Our sub is Swiss cheese." Cyborg adds.

"I almost died back there," You say.

"And we cannot breathe water," Starfire mentions.

Robin is the first to break away from the huddle. "We'll take any help you can give us." He says to Aqualad.

Aqualad nods and has some amphibian guy named Tramm fix the T-sub. He turns back to us. "While he's helping you, I'll track down Trident. " He turns to go into the ocean again, but Beast Boy intersects.

"You mean I'll track down Trident," He says, pushing him a little

Aqualad pushes him back a little harder. "That's ok, I can handle it."

"Thanks, but I think I should do this."

"Seriously, I can take care of it!"

The five of you watched as their quarrel turned into an all out brawl, and suddenly you couldn't take it anymore.

"GUYS," You yell, causing a wall of water to shoot up next to them to grab their attention. They both stared at you wide eyed. "Stop. The. Fighting." You say with a stern expression.

"Why don't you two both go track him down together?" Robin offers, but the two teens cross their arms and scoff.

"I usually work alone." Aqualad says.

"Yeah. Me too."

"You do not! You're part of a team!"

"And you hang out with Tramm the fish boy! What's your point?"

"Hey! Arguing isn't going anywhere. Listen, Aquagirl can go with you. That'll make sure you stay on task." Robin commands, and you perk up at the sound of your name. You quickly pulled him aside.

"What the hell man?? They obviously don't like each other, you should have seen how much they fought on the way here!." You argue, and Robin looks at you through his masked eyes.

"You're the only other person who can survive underwater, they're gonna need you. Besides, you're great at handling conflicts; you'll be fine." He says with a smile. You blush a little at his comment, and sighed.

"Alright Rob, you can count on me” You return to the rest of the group and the three of you jump into the ocean.

As you headed towards the bottom of the ocean, you decided to ask Aqualad a question that's been bothering you.

“Hey Aqualad,” you say telepathically. “Before you said that you were able to communicate with sea animals. How come you’re able to communicate with me?”

“I don’t know actually,” Aqualad admits, still swimming next to you. He points to your necklace. “I’m guessing it's because of your necklace.” He stops to examine it. Beast Boy groans and stops as well. It glowed a little in his hand as he read the ancient text off of it.

“The Shell of Poseidon,” He read out loud. “I recognize this from the library in Atlantis. Only Atlanteans can use its powers, so you must be Atlantean then, right?”

“Woah! I’m not Atlantean, I’ve never even been there,” you sputter, absolutely shocked at what the teen said.

“Well, you must have some blood in you,” he shrugged. “Hey, maybe we’re cousins or something.”

You grin. “Aquacousin? I like the sound of that!”

Beast Boy interrupts your moment. “Ok, haha, family is fun and all, but while you were floating around finding out parts of your identity or whatever, I’ve actually found something on my sonar so, try to keep up.” He swims off, leaving you two to follow him. You expected to see the sea monster, but instead came upon a group of dolphins.

“No offense B.B. but these don't look like Trident to me.” you smirk.

Aqualad swims up to the dolphins, focusing on his telepathy. The dolphins swim up together and Aqualad turns to you and Beast Boy.

“They told me where to find Trident. Try to keep up.” He mocks Beast Boy, then swims with the dolphins. You look at Beast Boy, who seemed pretty grumpy, and turn to follow Aqualad.

You tailed behind as the two boys raced each other, Beast Boy turning into various aquatic creatures to catch up with the equally competitive teen. Then you see it. In front of them, Trident swam into view. You and Aqualad stop on instinct, but Beast Boy keeps going.

"Beast Boy! Stop!" You both yell, as he barrels straight towards Trident.

"What's the matter?" He taunts. "Am I too fast for y-"

You winced as you watched him crash into the sea monster and fall to the floor.

"Heh… how's it going," Beast Boy says telepathy to the monster towering over him. Trident growled.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, you inferior fool!" He pointed his well, trident at beast boy and fires; Beast Boy barely dodges it.

Aqualad tackles Trident and they fall off an underwater ridge.

"Oh no you! This time he's mine!" Beast Boy yells, following Aqualad to the ridge.

"Beast Boy wai-" you yell, but was cut off by something grazing the side of your head. You turn, and see Trident swing his weapon at you. You dodged his next swing, wondering how he was able to get to you right after being attacked by Aqualad. You send him flying across the ocean with your water powers, when you hear Beast Boy yelling. You turn to see Beast Boy in squid form latched onto Aqualad's face. You could see Trident swim away from the corner of your eye as you swam to pull Beast Boy off of Aqualad. Aqualad glares at Beast Boy, his face peppered with red dots from Beast Boy's accidental attack.

“I said, ‘incoming’” he defends himself. Aqualad ignores him and points to another figure swimming into a grotto.

“He’s getting away!” Aqualad swims away, Beast Boy following.

“Wait-” you say, confused. Didn't you just send Trident flying in the other direction? How did he move so quickly? You reluctantly followed your friends into the cavern. You joined them as they observed the two tunnels that split off into two different directions.

“What are we gonna do now?” you think out loud.

“Maybe the question is where were you guys?” Aqualad snaps, turning to the two of you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion while Beast Boy swims forward to be face to face with Aqualad.

“Where was I? Fighting Trident by myself!” He jabbed a squid tentacle into Aqualads shoulder.

“You barely laid a tentacle on him! At least I managed to break his weapon!”

“Dude, that's just wrong. I so broke that fork thing!”

“BOYS!” you yell. “I also fought Trident and I sent him in the opposite direction, and now he's here. There's something going on…” The two began to think, but then perked their heads up. They then point at opposite tunnels.

“There he goes!” they yell at the same time. You stare at the two of them in even deeper confusion. Beast boy swims up to you, making eye contact.

“I saw him! He's that way! I'm right, he's wrong! End of story!” He crosses his tentacles. Aqualad pushes Beast Boy aside so that you were now staring at his dark pupils.

"I'm telling you, he's this way!"

"GUYS, we can just split up," You say flatly, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Aqualad I'm sure you can handle yourself, so I'll go with Beast Boy."

"Aw sweet!- Heyyy…" Beast Boy says to your backhanded comment. Aqualad nods and swims off into the tunnel.

You and Beast Boy were alone in the tunnel when you sighed.

"B.B., why do you keep picking fights with Aqualad?" You asked, still looking ahead. Beast Boy turns to you, acting shocked.

"ME??? It's not my fault Mr. Pretty-Boy-Know-It-All keeps showing off!" He whines.

"Dude, he's just trying to help us. Maybe you should-" you were cut off by a loud booming voice.

"Worthless scum! You cannot beat perfection!" Trident bellowed from behind you. You and Beast Boy turned, already in a fighting position.

"How many of you fork things do you have?" He mumbled as you charged forward.

You dodged his energy bolts, Trident in return dodging your attempts to push him farther back. Beast Boy turns into a turtle, pulling his arms and legs inside. Trident threw his weapon and it bounced off of him, flying into you and sending the two of you hurtling through the water.

"I always win!" You hear him say as you regain your stance. Beast Boy turns into a giant crab, grabbing onto Trident's weapon.

"And I thought Aqualad had a big ego!" He yelled telepathically.

"BEAST BOY GET BACK!" You yell. He swiftly let go, and you shot a jet of water towards Trident, sending him flying into a cavern wall. The cavern shakes, and a mass of boulders come crashing down. All you could see was a crushed trident sticking out from under the rocks. You breathed a sigh of relief until you felt a searing pain in your leg. You look and see a burn mark; Trident probably hit you before you buried him in a pile of rocks. Beast Boy looks at you, a worried expression in his eyes (despite being in the form of an ocean animal).

“I’ll be fine,” you grimace. “Let's find a way out first.” You painstakingly swim until you find a cave similar to Aqualads. You drag yourself towards the land as Beast Boy turns back into his human form. Right after you pull yourself up, you see Aqualad jump out of the water. He sees the two of you, and runs to meet up with you. He and Beast Boy begin to talk at the same time.

“ I just saw Trident!... No, you didn't!... Yes, I did! Cut it out!”

“I don’t care what you say! I fought Trident!” Beast Boy yelled, a vein nearly jumping out of his forehead.

"That's impossible!" Aqualad counters, his fists clenched so tight you thought you saw blood.

They both seemed to be prepared to fight each other. You jumped in between them, holding both their heads back as they flail their arms, trying to get a hit at each other.

"You know," You begin, silencing the two boys. "When Robin asked me to join you guys, I didn't want to. You two are heroes that just met each other and you were already fighting! But he told me that I could handle it and he's right! I can handle the both of you; but it seems to me that you guys can't handle each other. So here's what's gonna happen: I'm gonna heal myself because oh right! I got BURNT and you two are gonna talk it out." You let go of the boys, and they watched as you limped over to the edge of the water, plopped yourself down, and started pulling the ocean water to your leg. You listened in a little as you concentrated the water on your leg. It only took a few seconds to heal your burn, it was only surface level and you had gotten better at using your healing powers. They were still talking as you noticed what was in front of you: hundreds of Trident clones and yellow Trident capsules-eggs attached to the ceiling.

"Uh guys…" you say, rejoining them, but they had seen it too.

"One Trident is bad…" Aqualad says.

"... but this is…" Beast Boy adds.

"... an entire …" You say.

"...ARMY!" One of the tridents finishes your thought.

They all charge, and the three of you brace or impact. You raise your arms and a wave of water takes out a small group of the monster clones. You dodge their attacks, shooting jets of water at their heads. You see Beast Boy get flung into a machine, and an egg hatching sequence begins on the screen. You regroup with the other boys in front of the machine.

"Oops," Beast Boy said sheepishly.

"Great," Aqualad groaned as the clones began to close in.

"We need a plan," You mumble.

A group of the clones began to speak.

"My brilliant plan is already a success"

"If one of me was perfect…"

"Why not make more?"

"You can never have too much of a good thing"

"Once my army conquers Atlantis…"

"I will declare war on the surface world! Everyone on the planet will bow down before me"

"And praise my perfection!"

Aqualad whispers to the both of you as the clones cheer. "Any bright ideas?"

Beast Boy whispered back. "Just one. Try to keep up." He turned to the clones. "So if you're all perfect, which one of you is the best?" He asked.

One of the tridents answered. "I am!... Huh?"

As soon as you understood what Beast Boy was doing, you grinned. Aqualad stepped up.

"Come on. You can't all be the best." He says.

"One of you must be better than the others," You add.

One of the tridents step forward. "I am the original!I am the best!"

"You are not the original"

"I am!" Multiple tridents yell at once.

"Nonsense you inferior fools! I am perfect! I am Trident! "

You watch in amusement as the clones turn on each other and the fight turns into a full on brawl. The fight eventually ends, and all the tridents laid on the ground, defeated. Aqualad turns to Beast Boy.

"Great idea," He says. You noticed that there were no hints of sarcasm in his voice. Whatever they said to each other earlier must have made them work better together, you figured.

"Kinda got it from you," Beast Boy says."Now we just have to stop those from hatching." He points to the yellow pod filled ceiling. Right as he said that, the screen on the machine behind you hit 0 on the timer and the word "begin" flashed on the screen.

"Too late!" The three of you yelled at the same time. New Trident clones were breaking through their membrane "eggs". Beast Boy instinctively turns into a hippopotamus and tramples the crowd, creating a path to the ocean. You and Aqualad sprint behind Beast Boy, dodging the clones' outstretched arms. You all dive into the water, the Tridents close behind.

"We can't let them escape! We need to find some way of sealing the exit!" Aqualad yells telepathically.

"Right now, I'm just worried about getting to the exit." Beast Boy replies. You didn't look back, but you could feel the clones closing in. As you got closer to the exit you saw a familiar looking silhouette.

"The T-sub!" You exclaimed as you swam out of the cave. The clones stop in their tracks in confusion.

"Huh?" You hear one of them say.

You moved out of the way as the sub sent beams towards the entrance of the cave. The Blast caused a pile of rubble to fall, blocking the exit. You smile at your team who's cheering (along with Aqualad’s friend Tramm) inside their pods. The three of you turn bad to observe the T-sub’s work.

“Good thing Trident likes himself so much, 'cause I'm thinking he won't see anybody else for a looong time.” Beast Boy says.

You find yourself on the surface again, on the shore of the Titan’s Tower. Raven and Starfire both continue to look at Aqualad with heart eyes as Robin steps forward.

“Consider yourself an honorary titan” he says with a smile, holding out a familiar black and yellow communicator for him to take. “We couldn't have done it without you. Thanks.”

“Right back at you. It's good to know there's people up here I can trust.” Aqualad looks at you and Beast boy. He says goodbye to Raven and Starfire, who blushingly say it back. He then turns to Beast Boy.

“What can I say, dude? You're the best.” Beast Boy says.

“Nah. You're the best.”

“Yeah, you're right. And if you ever want me to prove it, I'm always up for a race.”

“Just try and keep up.” Aqualad laughs, patting his head. He finally turned to you.

“Aquagirl, it's been really nice to meet you. Next time you’re near Atlantis, give me a call and I’ll show you around. There's so much to show you,” he stretched out his hand for a handshake, but you pulled him in for a hug. He was surprised at your gesture, but soon returned it. Raven and Starfire looked at you with pure envy as you pulled back with a smile.

“I’ll take your word for it, Aquacousin” you say, making a reference to your nickname for him earlier. He laughs, then waves goodbye. The six of you wave back as he swims back into the ocean. Robin gently put his hand on your shoulder.

“You did a great job today Aquagirl. I knew I could count on you.”

“You know you can always count on me, dude.” you say with a smile. “Now I’m kinda hungry. Anyone up for pizza?”

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choi yeonjun. nancy mcdonie. lee gahyeon. kim sunwoo. kim doyeon. choi san. kim sihyeon. yang jeongin.

執着型 [ shuuchaku-gata ] obsessive.

"where were you? who were you with? what were you doing? why didn't you answer my messages? oh come on darling, don't be like that...I've been waiting for hours!"

[ PROFILE 1. ]

choi yeonjun.

5'11. 21 yrs old. September 13th, 1999. virgo. blood type a. born in seoul, south korea

at age 14 yeonjun was sent to a boarding school in japan, this is where he discovered his...tendencies. halfway through his first year he met a girl, kang iseul. he was instantly infatuated with her, he had an impulsive urge to know every little thing about her. to do so he befriended her, using his appearance and charms to win her over and eventually made her his. the euphoric rush that ran through his body when she was officially his was like nothing he'd ever felt before. she was finally his and he didn't intend on letting go, not without a fight at least. he was in for a shock when one day she tried to run away after his true colors started to show. unfortunately her best friend was killed by yeonjun for trying to help her, but she did escape.

he's a switch with no lean. a hard/soft dom or obedient sub all just depends on his mood and how he's feeling

[ PROFILE 2. ]

nancy mcdonie.

5'4. 21 yrs old. april 13th, 2000. aries. blood type o. born in daegu, south korea.

nancy was always a little obsessed with things, she'd go through phases too. she would find one new hobby/thing that intrigued her and hyper fixate on it for a few months. then, just like that it would be forgotten as if it had never happened. it started from a young age too, so when she would tell all her friends and family about the boy she met it came as no surprise to them. soon enough he was all she talked about, all she cared about, it was true obsession. everyone around her thought that it was just a phase like everything else, but they were sadly mistaken. the day he broke up with her, she lashed out. screaming that he couldn't break up with her, no she wouldn't let him break up with her. even after that day she would never stop talking about him, she tried to stay involved with his life as much as she could and even ended up scaring away any potential lovers. she never stopped either, until she had no choice when he moved away.

she's a sub, usually obedient but can be bratty if she's in a mood.

ストーカー型 [ sutookaa-gata ] stalker.

"how did I know? I'm always with you, following you...watching you...it's only because I love you"

[ PROFILE 3. ]

lee gahyeon.

5'3. 22 yrs old. february 3rd, 1999. aquarius. blood type ab. born in seongnam, south korea.

she was so excited when her crush asked her out, she couldn't contain herself. the problem was, it's difficult to get to know someone when you already know everything about them. she'd been stalking him ever since he caught her eye, every single day. she'd follow him to and from school, to his friends house, wherever he went she usually wasn't far behind. he could never find out about that side of her though, so she played along. laughing at childhood stories she heard him tell previously, pretending to be shocked when learning things she already knew. even after they began dating she continued to stalk him, he noticed things were off. she was the one he confided his "paranoia" in and she was the one who reassured him, but little did he know she was the cause of it all.

she's a sub, also obedient but can be bratty if she feels like it.

[ PROFILE 4. ]

kim sunwoo.

5'10. 21 yrs old. april 12th, 2000. aries. blood type b. born in seongnam gyeonggi, south korea.

unlike gahyeon, sunwoo was not always a stalker. he'd heard of stalkers but it never peaked his interest, he didn't even take any note of his slightly possessive tendencies. until his first relationship that is, his first partner showed signs of cheating. he might not have realized his own possessiveness and how it was seemingly growing stronger, but he was no fool. all the coming home late, the scent of another person that was not their own flooding the house when they entered. so he began following them around, at first it was...innocent, or as innocent as stalking could be. they were cheating, this made his possessiveness shoot through the roof. he was most aggressive and warned his partner that they do not want to do that again. they listened, and he continued to stalk them, it turned into a fun...game of sorts.

he's a switch with a sub lean, soft dom/occasionally bratty sub.

独占型 [ dokusen-gata ] monopoly.

"who were you talking to? do they know me? no no, do they know you're mine?"

[ PROFILE 5. ]

kim doyeon.

5'8. 21 yrs old. december 4th, 1999. saggitarius. blood type o. born in wonju-gangwon, south korea

doyeon had always been just about as normal as you could get. until she got a boyfriend, she was possessive of him sure...but it was nothing too extreme. until she started having doubts, all the gorgeous girls that would go up to him, flirting and doing who knows what when she wasn't around. she made it her mission to let everyone know he was hers and she was his, wether it meant glueing herself to him or just reminding everyone at school on the daily. ever since he broke up with her, her tendencies only grow stronger and more extreme with each passing minute.

she's a sub, brat tendencies but will be obedient sometimes

[ PROFILE 6. ]

choi san.

5'9. 21 yrs old. july 10th, 1999. cancer. blood type b. born in namhae-south gyeonsan, south korea.

san's first love was a girl in his sister's class, was she a year older than him? yes, but he didn't care. despite all the people telling him he would never date her, he proved them wrong and he did. everything was perfect, they were both madly in love with each other, spending every minute of every waking day together. until something happened that san hadn't expected, his sister began to steal his girlfriend. well "steal" in his definition at least, she'd wanted to talk with his girlfriend every once in a while before he knew it they were always together and it seemed as if he was the real third wheel, this pissed him off more than anything. he got fed up one day and got into a physical fight with his sister, shouting about how the girl belonged to him and only him. from then on out he's made sure to stay in the middle of every single relationship.

he's a switch with no lean hard/soft dom or obedient/bratty sub, it all depends

排除型 [ haijo-gata ] removal.

"you haven't seen them in a while? I'm sure they're alright darling, after all I'm the only one you need. isn't that right?"

[ PROFILE 7. ]

kim sihyeon.

5'6. 21 yrs old. august 5th, 1999. leo. blood type b. born in bundang-gu, seongnam-si, south korea.

she's a sub, usually bratty but can be obedient too

[ PROFILE 8. ]

yang jeongin.

5'8. 20 yrs old. february 8th, 2001. aquarius. blood type a. born in busan, south korea.

he's a switch with a slight sub lean but can be a soft dom

sihyeon and jeongin's stories go together, they were childhood friends and neighbors. eventually they realized that they had feelings for each other, but this soon after developed into a toxic mindset. the thought that they only need each other, no one else. one by one people from the other's life began to disappear, especially anyone who could be a romantic rival. they were both oblivious to the other's actions until each confronted the other, instead of being upset they were each ecstatic. ecstatic that the other felt the same, that they were the only person they needed in their life

notes/rules

this isn't an accurate representation of any of the members/their companies/groups nor am I claiming to be them!

all of the members are bisexual with no lean

all of the members are yanderes [ obviously ] so they will act as such, however some can be more possessive than others at times

the ones who can be the most possessive are sihyeon and jeongin and the least are yeonjun and nancy

sihyeon and jeongin are obviously not still dating, it was just for backstory/plot purposes

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nsfw is 18+ but purely sfw option is available if you aren't comfortable with it or if you're below 18

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they all use the traffic light system

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sorry this post is so long- 😭

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EPISODE NINE THOUGHT PROCESS

1/4

do I look like I need a recap? My heart is still broken from last week.

YOU'RE MAKING ME RELIVE IT!

FUCK OFF WAI!!!

THE FUCKING SOUND GUY!

Wai... step away from sound-

I hate you.

In all fairness, it was nothing in the beginning.

I

HATE

HIM

I HATE HIM SO MUCH!!!!!

... you terrible dickhead i hope you choke on hot sauce from stepping on a lego

Last performance? I didn't get to see any :(

wai, you can choke.

Pran, don't worry lovely you don't need that toxic energy.

the wrong person is apologising here.

don't you dare try to make him feel guilty you filthy gaslighting asshole.

Engineering boys, I have hope for you-

by doing nothing you are picking sides you idiot.

KORN FOR THE WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THAT IS HOW YOU BE A BEST FRIEND! WAI TAKE SOME NOTES!

Cute boyfriends.

Today, on this two showing how single I am... this cute crap

wait what- pat, we did not go through all this for a fake break up!

hand...? Hand? Hand!

and back to the bullshite- wai, I will peak your eyes out, I swear-

why would you pair them?

ha ha wai, you suck.

WHERE ARE THE SUBS!

Boyfriend it here :)

(and the product placement)

Pat you fucking weirdo, I love you.

I am okay if Pat murders Wai, in fact I encourage it.

2/4

in-laws content

the gay teasing the lesbian :)

boyfriend energy

i trade you bisexual Pat for pansexual!Pat?

On a real note though, I am so happy they actually talked about this and made fun of the 'only like you' trope that I hate so much.

LESBIAN content!

Pa ! just say you like her!

THAT IS LESBIAN ACTIVITY!

You admitted to hitting on her?!

Ink, you can't just say uno-reverse. I reject it.

Cuddly boyfriends:)

That wasn't a no, Pran.

I need more in-law moment honestly.

FUCK OFF! Can we just throw him down-

Hi, Pat. :)

Pat, no, sweetie, what are you-?

Pran, don't give in.

noooooooooooooooooooooooooo

guys, your ohmnanon is showing.

sit with them sit with them sit with them sit with them sit with them !

did I just see a white guy? 0.o?

nice hair

communication is key. but I don't like Wai so, KICK HIS ASS!

Korn's hand on his shoulder, I'm going to shed a tear.

go sit with your boyfriend if we're doing this.

NOT THE FLOFFY BOY!

adorable cheering- did you just almost run into a pole?

happy little boyfriend.

and they're cheering together!

the gays out here bringing the department together.

(still hate Wai though)

Wai! Do you ever just shut the fuck up?

Korn, my sweet baby, just leave him.

'nice mouth' kinda gay bro,

3/4

2... 1.... WHAT THE FUCK!

Pat, don't be horny on main.

wait for it... he has that face going, that's my boy.

MY WIFI JUST CUT OUT! NEVER MIND IT"S BACK

yes.

stay.

0.0 pran voice just, with the-

Korn, I love you, but leave.

how did I only just notice he is wearing a towel?

I want to be part of the lovely couple but honestly I am Korn.

'don't fight' Korn, it's not fighting, it's bickering affectionately.

Wai... you're the reason my boy ends up in hospital, aren't you?

is that Angelina-?

IS THAT A GUN! I KNEW YOU LOOKED TOO AMERICAN!

I have a feeling he isn't kidding. Is he cute, Korn?

Pat, he has a gun. Sit your ass back down.

PAT!

My baby is about to get shot.

... Wai, just say he has a gun.

THERES A GUN!

DOES NO ONE SEE THE GUN!

THE GUN! THE GUN!

(this is where I shut down for a good two minutes.)

You know they know they broke us when the next part airs immediately after the other.

4/4

i don't care about motorbikes I care about my child.

korn, the fuck are you wearing?

don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

you fucking asshole!

I literally was about to CRY!

that's not how bullet holes work.

Don't jinx it.

THE FUCK YOU MEAN, 'I pReSuMe IT's YoUrS'

Wai. Fuck off.

Anywhere? Like America?

Wai, don't fuck this up. Hand the evidence over.

Wai?

Wai actually did something redempable?

Use the fucking stairs!

YOU're Young!

You have legs!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's right bitch! Get the fuck out!

Back to cute boyfriend mode!

Bickering boyfriends! Even better.

I still don't like you.

No.

Go away.

Ohhh~ Wife!Pat.

And the kissing doesn't show you've grown closer?

Pran what was that?

Bad feeling. What's happening?

Awh, hand kiss.

What? What? What?!

OH COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate it here! Come ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

Sure, just show me the trailer.

So next episode is a Sherlock Holmes-?

Was that his Dad? WAS THAT HIS FUCKING DAD!

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