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midday0nightmares · 3 years

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27 - pry on the weak (m).

Previous chapter in your arms (m).

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warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

The door was shut, it won’t open, it was cemented on every side expat for the small slit under it, you try knocking, shout for someone, anyone, but to no avail.

you try the window, it opens, but the sight is even scarier. The city is quiet, too quiet. No traffic in its usually busy streets, every window in the near buildings were closed, no birds in the sky, not a single sign of life, even the sun seems stuck in its place, time isn’t moving.

Outside the closed door, you can hear muffled sounds, you peak under the door and see the familiar white socks on a pair of feet moving around the room, it’s jaemin. you shout and scream for him, but he doesn’t even flinch, he just keeps going through his day.

You were forgotten, lost forever in his room.

You jolt out of the claustrophobic nightmare, everything around you looks sound and in its right place, including jaemin, who’s sleeping next you, it was a nightmare.. you didn’t think that a nightmare would have the audacity to visit you while you were sleeping in his arms.

You snuggle closer to him, too close, not minding if he wakes up right now, it would be ideal if he can listen to you telling him about the rude nightmare and sho It away..

He buckles under your pleads,

“fine.. you can come too”

The high pitched squeal you let out almost made him change his mind.

You wore a simple, body fitting black dress, a safe choice, you walked to the living room where jaemin was waiting for you, he was wearing a black suit, the black trousers making his long legs look extra inviting.

Jeno whistle from behind you when you spun to show jaemin your outfit, you roll your eyes at his ungentlemanly behavior,

But the way jaemin’s eyes were shinning, and the compliment “you look beautiful” made your heart flutter, but the butterflies were shot dead when jeno’s hand landed on your ass in a sharp slap.

You link arms with jaemin and make the short trip to the door across the hallway to chenle apartment, the door was open, you were welcomed by upbeat classical music, not what you’ve expected.

Inside, the apartment looked like an entire house by itself, it was three times bigger than your apartment, the atmosphere was intimidating, everyone looked expensive and beautiful, there was three type of guests, men, gorgeous women, and you.

Bite sized appetizers and trays of champion were being served along side an open bar at the corner, chandeliers were hanging off the ceiling and the big glass door opens to the terrace.

Your heart sunk and your stomach turned over inside of you. You cling to jaemin’s arm when you spot that face, haechan’s face.he approaches you and they all greeted each other, you keep looking else where, doing your best to ignore him.

“Hey man! Long time no see.. what are you doing here? You know chenle?” Yes good question jaemin, what is he doing here?

“Yeah yeah..” He leans closer and lowers his voice “he’s one of my top clients” he gestures to the tens of girls around.. and it clicks in your head that they were all escorts, brought by haechan, they were his girls. you didn’t even try to hide the look of disgust that was showing on your face.

“Hey handsome” a tall, brunette, doll like girl throws her arms around jeno, “haven’t seen you in a while” she seamlessly pout. He giggles and turns into a harmless puppy in her hands, she must be one of haechan girls too, of course he will pay for company, who would want to spend time with him.

Your attention turns back to the hushed conversation between haechan and jaemin,

“… no, his father is the of a one the leaders of the Chinese communist party, powerful man. and he’s the sole hire of multiple companies” haechan says.

“What is he doing here?” Jaemin asks.

“don’t know.. but based on what I have heard, he’s not staying for long..” haechan cuts himself as soon as he notice your interest in their conversation, “And how have you been doing sweet thing?”

oh the rage that went through you, you wished you could claw his eyes out, your distain is loud on your features. jaemin’s hand reach and hold yours, giving you a gentle squeeze, silently apologizing for breaking his promise of not having to see haechan again.

And of course Hacehan is anything but dumb, he reads your mood and turns back to jaemin “come, I want you to meet someone” .. “haa you never stop working, don’t you?” Jaemin let go of your hand and slips deeper into the crowd, leaving you standing awkwardly next to jeno and his baby.

You stomp with no destination in mind. you look around, amazed by everything, but you feel misplaced, the looks that were thrown your way, you didn’t belong here and everyone knew it, there was an underlining screech the luxuries mood.

You catch the back of jaemin’s head through the crowd, an unsuspected punch of something was delivered to your heart, throwing your mood completely off. he’s with a group of giggly girls, practically drooling over them.

you regret insisting on coming with him.. you should have known, but it’s too late now, you look else where and meet the sister eyes of haechan staring at you. he winks at you, you throw him the dirtiest look you have and move out of his sight line.

You pick a glass of champagne and lean against the wall, tipping the tall glass and drinking it in one go, and another.. starting to feel better. Chenle’s bright hair stands between the crowds, he gracefully moves around greeting everyone, you didn’t notice before but he’s quit charming.. he catches you staring at him and smile at you, rising his glass towards you, you fumble almost dropping your half empty glass.. when you mange to get a grip on yourself and rise your glass he had already return to his conversation.

“Hello, mind if I join you?” The stranger man stands next to you even before you could’ve answered him, “what’s your name?” He looks like he was operating on twice the normal human energy, fidgeting and unable to stay still for more than three seconds, his smile twitches, the look in his eyes is frantic.. his pupils are blown, he’s on something.

He speaks again before you can answer “hi Im yangyang, what’s your name?” why does his friends have wired names?

You watch him like he was a train wreck happing in slow motion, “here try this” he hands you one of the two glass he was holding in his hands, a pink cocktail with raspberry, you smile politely and take the drink, he stares at you with his frozen smile.. but something behind you catches his attention, he kinda looks like a cat, just like that he leaves as fast as he came, he’s kinds cute.

You move to the open terrace for some fresh air, the breeze flowing through your hair, you zone out as you watch the city lights.. a hand graze the small of your back brings you back, you jump in surprise. “sorry didn’t mean to scare you” chenle apologize, placing a tall glass of champion in front of you, his round cheeks flushed, he looks breathtaking in this proximity, or maybe it’s just the alcohol in your system..

“To be honest sera, Im a little offended” he confess, your eyes grow double the size “offended.. why?”,

he gives you sad puppy eyes and looks around “you don’t seems to enjoy my party”..

“oh no, I do. Your house is very beautiful and everything looks amazing” you try to convince him but he’s not buying it, you just give up and sigh, “im just tired” looking down to the busy streets..

He hums “tired or jealous?” Pointing at jeno who was too busy sucking that girl’s face, you roll your eyes and chenle laughs.

“im not” you bring the glass to your lips, drinking more, a pathetic attempt to suppress whatever have been twisting your insides.

Someone calls for him cutting your interaction short, “Alright.. well if you need anything come find me” he says before leaving you. You stay at your spot, distracting yourself with silly thoughts while the party behind you was growing wilder.

Your stomach growls, you feel sick and about to throw up.. heat rising through you, you sweat and feel lightheaded, you must have had too much to drink you are not used to it.

You stumble inside and through the crowded room, looking for the closest bathroom before it’s too late, haechan grabs your arm “sera.. are you ok?” His voice is far away although he’s standing next to you, you yanking your arm out of his hold “don’t touch me..”,

The room starts spinning, you hold the wall for support, after that it all went dark.

When you came back and opened your eyes, you were laid in a bed, the strong cologne filling your noise, upsetting your empty stomach. For a minute you don’t remember where you are or what had happened, the unfamiliar bedroom doesn’t ring any bills, your head is pounding, threatening to explode you move too much, you try to get up but a sharp pain shots through you, your hips feels like they were dislocated, your thighs bruised and had blood on them, your pulled up dress and torn underwear, it all indicates to one thing.

You mange to hold yourself through the initial shock, not breaking down. With a plan to find jaemin you fix your dress to cover your exposed breast, you force yourself up, picking up your discarded heal off of the floor. You limb your way out of the room, the party has quite down, it has turned to something else..

everyone looked like a living zombie, you look for jaemin, you open every door on your way, you open a door to a bedroom, and you see group of men gathered over a passed out girl, watching them felt like an outside body experience, like you were rewatching yourself. They were unfazed by your presences as they continue their assult..

you close the door to the hellish scene, you keep looking for him but he’s nowhere to be found.

You reach the main area, being met by jeno and haechan snorting whit powder of the coffee table, surrounded by loopy girls.. jeno tries to grab you, to pull you down with them but you escape his claw like hand.

You can’t take this anymore, you were starting to crumble. you did’t feel safe anymore. you head to the door and walk out, you seek the comfort of a familiar surroundings, their apartment, a hot shower, clean clothes, your bed.. but you don’t have a key and you don’t know the passcode, you try random combinations but nothing works, the door stays closed, duff to your cries.

You break down, tears streaming your face, you give up on the door and slid to the ground, leaning against the wall you sit alone in the hallway waiting for jaemin’s return.

#nct dream #nct yandere #nct smut #nct mafia #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct blurbs #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct angst #nct agnst

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parkmuse · 4 years

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Not So Honest (M)

Word Count: 9322 (Reposted) (Wonhopes Masterlist)

Jungkook has got a pretty BIG problem, and he desperately asks you for your help.

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Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Dingdongdingdongdingdon-

You let out a heavy sigh, pausing your show as you get up from the couch to answer the door. That annoying repetitive doorbell rings could only come from one person.

“YAH! Where’s your fucking keys you brat-“ You stop mid-sentence from yelling at him because your eyes catch onto the large package he’s struggling to hold along with a mountain of grocery bags in his hands.

“Yeah, I forgot them this morning and remembered once I was at the store. By the way, this was at the doorstep-“ You immediately snatch it out of his grasp, twirling around as you let go of the door and let it slam back in his face. You run to the table, squealing as you set it down to try and go look for something to open it with. “My package arrived!”

You hear the front door rattle a few times before its shoved open again, him struggling to get all the bags in as he forces the door closed with a bang. “What the fuck Y/N? And I don’t even get a thank you for picking that up for you?”

“I didn’t ask for your help, Jungkook,” You replied, waving him off before you walked back over to your package.

You’ve been waiting a whole two weeks for another one of these Amazon packages. You did a little contract with some sellers there that you would test out their products for free and give your honest review in return that you get free samples of the items. So far you’ve gotten blenders, make up, wireless head phones, even a decent cellphone all for free. And all you had to do was type up a quick, honest review with the pros and cons of the product that took less than 5 minutes, then you could enjoy all your free shit. Did I say free already?

“What’s in the package? Another crappy phone?” Jungkook yells from the kitchen, placing all the food in their designated locations. You let out another heavy sigh before responding to him. “Why do you care? Go hangout with Jimin and suck each other’s dicks or something.”

“You’re just jealous cause I could probably get more dick or actually scratch that, any dick at all compared to you if I really wanted to.” You shot him a glare and he smirks, then sticks his tongue out before placing the milk in the fridge.

God, you hated that brat. You’ve hated him for so many years, basically all of your life since you’ve known each other since elementary. Your parents were great friends so you always had to hang out with him when you would go to each other’s houses, dealing with him pulling your hair and stealing all your food and toys from you almost three times a week. Once you hit high school you were even forced to baby sit him even though you were only two years older, but his parents baby him so much and think he’s not fit to stay alone in his own damn home that they’d throw him over at yours.

Even now, as two damn grown adults you are still stuck with him, forced to share an apartment since you two go to the same college because his parents don’t trust him alone or with strangers. It was a living nightmare since you basically had no privacy with this brat, always meddling in your stuff and your life and him walking out of his room practically naked every damn day. Sure, he’s grown up really well, and he’s always been cute I guess, but holy hell he gets on your nerves so much he’s lost the on chance that you would ever find him attractive. The only upside to this is that you get help paying rent, but honestly you think you’d rather live on the streets than be with this annoying kid.

At least your annoyance will be at its minimal today, too excited to let him cloud your day when you got more cool free shit-

“What the fuck?” You spit, eyes bugged and jaw dropped once you comprehend exactly what Amazon just sent to you.

“What? Another flip phone or some shit- woah,” Jungkook’s eyes widened as well once he peeks over your shoulder to see what the big deal was.

Sex toys.

Not one, not two.

A whole box full.

There were different kinds of toys like vibrators and silicone dicks in all the colors you could possibly imagine. You didn’t even know what half the shit in that box was either; there were weird looking eggs to obscure shaped things you assumed were supposed to replicate a dick but had an extended side that you couldn’t figure out what it was actually intended to do. You pulled out a box and on the cover read Sassy Anal Beads in fancy cursive lettering, finally making you lose your patience.

“Why the fuck would they send me this shit!?” You huffed, tossing the stuff back in the box. You had no use for any of this. Sure, they could keep you company since you were single as hell but you really wished they would have sent you something way more useful.

“Maybe they knew you needed it— OW!” Jungkook yelps as you punch him in the chest. He pouts as he clutches onto his pecs but you just roll your eyes.

“Shut up, you deserved it.” You walk back to the couch and plop on it with a sigh, resuming your TV show.

“Aren’t you supposed to review all this shit?” He says, digging through some more of the box as he pulls an unrealistic sized purple dildo.

“I’m not going to bother. I’ll just say they were all shitty or something,” You say as you bring your feet up to the coffee table.

“Well that’s not really fair. You have to give your honest opinion. What if King Cock Deluxe deserves five stars?” He snickers, waving it over in front of your face.

You scrunch your face in disgust, “Stop being gross.”

He laughs and tosses it back in the box, then pulls out another item. “What the hell is this thing?”

You see him examining it in his hands, his face scrunching up in confusion. It was small and black, a ring attached to the end and the top having two protruding bumps.

You’ve actually heard of that one before from one of your girl friends who was gushing all about it. It was a rabbit designed cock ring, the two ends from the top was actually a vibrator so when you had sex the “rabbit ears” would stimulate your clit. Your friend said although it looked really ugly it really did the trick, but her boyfriend never liked using it because it was way too tight on him.

“It’s a cock ring,” You said unamused, standing up to walk over to the kitchen.

“Cock ring?” Jungkook responded, still sounding confused as ever.

“Did I stutter?” You said, digging through the pantry.

“Does it make you feel really good or something?”

You turn back to face him so you can yell at him for asking so many questions, but stopped once you saw his face. He was still looking at the toy, examining it in his hand intensely.

A small smile crept on your lips, and you’re glad he was still too focused on the toy in his hands to see. “Yeah Jungkook, it makes you feel real good.”

He looks up at you with wide eyes, but quickly replaces his surprise with a lazy smirk. “Yeah right, this free shit would never work.” He tosses the toy back into the box.

You snicker at his response. How has he never heard of a cock ring? Was he that inexperienced? Jungkook’s a grown man, but you’ve always seen him as the little brat next door. “I mean, I heard that got a lot of positive feedback for being one of the best sex toys out there. Men go crazy about it,” You chimed in, continuing to tease him.

“That piece of rubber? Bullshit.” He walks back into the kitchen, throwing some more groceries into the fridge. After a couple of minutes of silence and fixing up the kitchen, Jungkook speaks up again.

“I mean, what does it even do? How is it that good?”

“I don’t know, but must be pretty amazing.” You were getting kind of tired of your little white lie, and his constant repetitiveness of the topic was staring to annoy you. Before he was about to speak up again you interrupted him.

“Jungkook! I told you to buy some more damn cereal!” You whack him on the back of the head and he groans.

“I got most of the stuff on the list!” He pouts.

“You had one job kid, and now we got milk and no cereal.” You huff, walking over to grab your purse. “I always have to do things on my own around here. I’ll be back in a bit.” You grab your keys and walk out the door.

You finally made your way back home after being stuck in traffic for a good thirty minutes just for some cereal. Damn that Jeon kid for forgetting one measly thing.

You were starving since you hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and you were too lazy to cook anything so why not just have some cereal? You walk to the kitchen to pull out a bowl, opening the box of Frosted Flakes and filling it up to the brim. You walk over to the fridge to grab the milk, opening the door. You were met with nothing but water bottles on the top shelf and some groceries at the bottom. Confused, you looked all over the sides and in the drawers. There was a whole carton before you left and now it disappeared!

Then it clicked in your head. Your eyebrows crinkled and you let out a heavy sigh, closing the fridge. “JUNGKOOK!”

That damn kid always brings the carton of milk into his room, sometimes drinking it straight out of the container. You hated sharing food with him for this very reason, and you should really get him to stop drinking that shit because he’s getting way too big for his own good.

You waited for a good minute just to give him mercy, but by now he should have answered you, walking out of his room with a yeah, yeah as he brings the carton back out.

But there was complete silence.

You groan, walking down the hall to where your bedrooms were. He better have a good ass explanation for why he hasn’t answered you by now. You twist the knob and roughly push the door open. “Where’s the fucking milk Jungkook?!”

You pause at the door, making eye contact with a seemingly alarmed Jungkook. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed faced away from you, shirtless again, head turned with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly ajar. He looks like a deer in the headlights, his hand clutching onto the sheets crumpled beside him.

“You’re just sitting there doing nothing but didn’t bother answering me?” You thought it was a little weird, but quickly brushed it off.

“Um—well, I—“ Before he can give you an explanation, your eyes catch the item you were looking for at the night stand beside where he was sitting.

“There it is, I fucking knew it!” You strode over to the carton.

“NO! DON’T COME HERE!” He hollers, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“Whoa no need to yell, what’s on your dick?”

“N-NOTHING! Just…go to the store and get more! This is my milk!”

You could have sworn you felt a vein pop out of your temple at his remark. “I just came from the damn store! That’s a brand new carton! And my milk your ass I paid for that!”

You were seriously getting tired of him. When will you finally be able to get away from him? 5 years? 10 years? Are you really going to have to spend the rest of your life with this brat?

You don’t even know why you’re listening to him at the moment. You can do whatever you want, he can’t stop you. You continue to make a beeline to your milk, running past him to grab it and run out. Your feet catches onto his blanket, causing you to trip over and onto the floor in front of him with a loud thump.

You groan on the floor, pushing the sheet off of you and sitting up as you rub your head. You turn your head to look at a mortified Jungkook, completely colorless as he stares back at you in complete fear and embarrassment. Confused, you were about to ask what his problem was but your eyes flicked south.

A mere inches from your face was his dick in his hand, semi hard and just…all out there. What definitely made your jaw drop was that right at the base was a familiar looking object, black with bunny ears sticking out at the top.

You covered your mouth, embarrassed to have caught him in the act but also trying so hard not to laugh in front of his face because you cannot believe he’s actually doing this.

“Y/N, I-I can explain-“

You get up on your feet and grab the milk from the night stand, walking straight to the door avoiding eye contact with him. “No need to Kook, pretty self-explanatory. You have fun with that!”

You just wanted to get out of there as quick as possible before it could get even more awkward, but he calls out to you, making you stop.

“No wait! Don’t go! I-Um…”

“If you think I’m going to sit here and watch you jack off you have another thing coming-“

“NO! It’s not that! Why the fuck would I ask you that? I’m not some sicko.”

“Says the one with a bunny cock ring on his dick-”

“OKAY! You got me there,” He sighs. “But I was just curious! What was so good about this piece of plastic? And then I put it on a-and…”

“And what?” It probably didn’t feel good as he expected it to. Hell, it’s supposed to be the complete opposite.

“Well, it’s kind of…kind of stuck.”

A few seconds of silence pass as you comprehend what he just said, then you burst out laughing. He jumped in his seat, surprised by your reaction but then gives you a glare and a pout. “Why are you laughing?!”

You grab onto your sides, tears coming out of your eyes. You just can’t control yourself. This dumb kid has a sex toy stuck on him and he can’t get it off.

“Y/N!”

“I’m sorry! It’s just so…so hilarious. Wow.” You wipe the tears from your cheeks as the last bits of chuckles come spewing out.

“It’s not funny! It won’t come off…a-and it really hurts.”

You can hear the pain in his voice and for a second you actually felt bad for him. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him that much.

But then again, he deserves it.

“Well, seems like you got a real problem on your hands. I’ll leave ya to it.” You say as you start walking out the door.

“Y/N WAIT! You have to help me!”

You turn back to face him, your brows knitting in confusion. “And why do I have to do that?”

“Please Y/N, you know I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t mean it.”

You stare at him for a moment, taking in his facial features. You were a couple of feet away from him but from there you could see the tears threatening to fall from his big doe eyes. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, probably to stop it from quivering in front of you. His broad shoulders visibly shook, and you sigh. He must really be in pain.

“Please, Noona.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by his response. He hasn’t called you Noona for years. The last time he called you that was years ago, during a small phase where he was actually really sweet and nice to you. You actually loved that Jungkook back then, but then he went a full 180 on you and went back to being a brat.

You bite your lip, contemplating on what to do. He winces in pain and lets out a long drawn out whimper, which immediately shot to your core. What the fuck?

You don’t know what overcame you but you had the sudden urge to touch him.

What the hell were you thinking?

You just want to help him, that’s all.

You let out a heavy sigh, then placed the milk on the TV stand, proceeding to walk over to him. “Fine, let’s just get this over with. I don’t want your parents to blame me for not watching you and you coming home dickless.”

His eyes light up in admiration for you, excited to finally be free of this dumb torture-like pleasure free device. You stop in front of him, sitting on your knees as you push his legs apart to get a better look.

Surprisingly, Jungkook didn’t have a micro penis like you thought he had all these years. It was actually really, really generous, probably one of the biggest you’ve seen. No wonder this kid had a big ego.

“Alright, let’s see what we got.” As awkward as this was supposed to feel, it didn’t feel as weird as you thought it would. Why did it feel normal to be on your knees in front of Jungkook’s dick? You honestly didn’t want to think about why other than the fact that you’ve known him all your life and being naked in front of each other probably isn’t a big as a deal as you would imagine. You guys used to bathe naked all the time; that counts for something right?

“Wow Kook, you got it lodged pretty good. How the fuck did you get that all the way up there?” You stared at the small device, tightly clenching the base of his shaft.

“I-I thought it was supposed to hurt in the beginning, and then it would feel good later. That’s how sex is for girls, right?”

You snorted. “Does it look like you have a vagina, Jungkook? I mean maybe you will after your dick falls off-“

“Stop!” He whines, pouting at you. “Don’t say that! I would die without my dick.”

“That actually sounds like a good plan, maybe we should leave it then-“ He grabs your hands in his, squeezing them tightly as you were about to sit up again.

“Y/-Noona, please, please help me. I’ll be good to you from now on. I won’t be a brat anymore if you help me. Just…please.”

He softly caresses the back of your hand, looking at you again like a lost puppy.

Was Jungkook really being obedient right now? He seems like he would do anything for you, listened to anything you said. He seemed so…submissive.

You unintentionally licked your lips, but immediately came back to your senses. It was really getting hot in here and your hands were starting to sweat.

You ripped your hands away from him. “Okay, okay. Jeez.” You played it off like you weren’t phased by what he said and his sudden new name for you. You just needed to get this shit off of him and then you could finally eat. Starving yourself is definitely not good for your head.

You take in a deep breath, then reach for him. You didn’t want to bother addressing the elephant in the room, the surprisingly pretty big elephant in the room, because you didn’t want to make this even more awkward as it is. Asking if you could touch his dick would probably make this situation even worse, so you’re just gonna do what you need to do.

You grasp onto the base of his shaft where the toy is, tugging it forward in attempts to take it off.

“OW!” Jungkook yelps, grabbing your wrist. “You’re hurting me!”

“I barely even touched you brat, suck it up.” You whip your hand away from him, bringing it back to the toy.

He really got himself into a real mess here. There’s barely any space between the toy and his dick. Did he really think this wasn’t going to happen?

You attempt to pull at it again while your hand rested on his abdomen. You didn’t expect Jungkook’s abs to be so defined and rock solid under your fingertips, but you quickly brushed the thought away while you focused on the situation at hand.

When you pulled, the toy stayed put and your hand ended up grasping through the rest of his length to the tip, leaving you empty handed. You cupped the toy again, firmly pressing against his stomach while you pulled again, only to bring your hand against him again without the toy. You hear him whimper under your touch but again you don’t let it get to you, thinking he’s just being a little wuss about the pain again. After another attempt of tugging it off and your hand unintentionally grasping his length, you accidentally squeeze the end of his tip, feeling the warmth on your fingertips.

All of a sudden Jungkook lurches forward, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing tightly. His face is a few inches away from yours, his heavy pants tickling your face.

“Noona,” He chokes out.

You look up at him to see his adam’s apple bob, licking his partly chapped lips as he lets out open mouthed pants while his other hand clutches the bed sheet. You could see him breaking a sweat down his temple, looking so fucking hot for some strange reason but then something breaks your thoughts.

You feel a pulse under your touch, and you realize you’re still grasping his tip. You look down to see his dick erect, the tip partly red as you slowly feel the palm of your hand get wet. You slowly open your hand to see pre-cum leaking from his tip, some smeared along your hand.

You instantly get red, looking back up at Jungkook with the best glare you could muster up at the moment when in reality you’re freaking out and heating up inside. “What the fuck Jungkook!?”

You were about to stand up to leave when he grabs you again. “I-I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

“You’re gross!” You try to rip your hand away, but he keeps a firm grip.

“Y/N I’m sorry! Your hand just feels really, really soft…please, just help me get it off!” He pleads. “I’ll do anything Y/N. I promise!”

You look back at your hand covered in Jungkook’s residue, groaning at the sticky substance. You hate to admit that you loved the fact he got like that because of your hands, because of you touching him. You grab the blanket off the floor and wipe your hand, not wanting to think about it. You gulp once you face him again, his cock looking bigger than before and a bit more constricted against the toy.

You press your fingertips against the toy, attempting to twist it off of him. He whimpers, eyes shut tight as you can’t help but notice his stomach clench against your touch again.

“Noona, please...” He says again in what was like a husky whisper, sounding like he’s begging for you. The high pitched whine that came after striked right at your core, causing you to bite your lip. Your stomach was doing somersaults as you tried so heavily to focus on getting this damn toy off of him, but he was making this so, so hard. No pun intended.

You tried whatever you could, pushing it upwards and to the side and downwards, but none of it seemed to be working.

“I think we need to get some oil or something and maybe it’ll slip off,” You thought. “I’ll go get some in the kitchen.”

“You won’t find any,” He said hesitantly.

“What do you mean? I thought you just bought some?”

“I…was that on the list too?” He looks at your warily, biting his bottom lips as he slowly cowers away.

Your eyes turned to slits as your brows crinkled in distress again, letting out a long, slow sigh. “Well, I can’t think of anything else.”

“Why don’t you spit on it?” Your eyes bugged out while you looked at him like crazy woman. What did he just say?

“What?” You say, looking at him incredulously.

“Well, water isn’t going to work. We don’t have anything else and that’s all I could think of.”

“Do it yourself!” You yell, red as a tomato at what he just actually asked for you to do.

“I can’t! My hands are too big! Your hands are perfect and it’s easier if someone else does it. I’ll just hurt myself. Please, just do it it’ll work!” He pouts at you again, biting his bottom lip as he shifts uncomfortably on the bed. “You’re so gentle Noona. Help me,” He begs.

You know his words weren’t supposed to sound dirty in any way, but god why do you keep thinking like that?

Your empty stomach was messing with your head. Not only was your head throbbing, but you can’t ignore the ache between your legs either. You thought of just telling him to fuck off and leave him there to figure it out himself, but he speaks up again.

“It really hurts…I’m begging you Y/N,” He whimpers, whispering your name with a groan at the end. You notice his uneven breaths as his stomach vibrates, his veins protruding along his arms as he still clenches the sheets, the other hand holding onto his hard cock. He grasps himself, letting out a high pitched whine as he grits his teeth, seeing his eyes water yet again from his action.

You gulp at the sight of him before you, so helpless and vulnerable that causes your core throb even more.

You press your thighs together to ease the tension. You don’t know why such a helpless Jungkook was turning you on uncontrollably, and you’d love to see how much more he could beg and sob under your touch if he’d allow you to.

You shake your head, pulling yourself out of your crazy thoughts. This is getting really bad and you knew you had to get away from him quick. You needed this to be over as soon as possible.

“Fuck, okay! But we’re never fucking talking about this again. This never happened,” You say as you kneel in front of him again. You bring a hand to your face, spitting into it and smearing it along your palm. You cup the base of his shaft and glide your palm around the skin near the toy, trying to lubricate it as much as you can.

“It’s not enough Y/N, just spit directly on it,” He groans. You were going to yell at him for telling you what to do, but spared him once you saw his flushed and pained expression. You silently obeyed, sitting up so your face hovered over his dick. You collected enough saliva in your mouth and spit on the skin below the toy, letting the liquid slip down and over his cock. You bring your fingertips to massage the area, spreading your fluid as much as you can over him. Once you think it’s enough, you try pulling the toy again but it still didn’t budge.

“I-I think you still need to add more,” He pants.

“You think I got gallons worth Jungkook? That I’m a human sprinkler?” You spew.

“Well how about you just use your mouth?” He said nonchalantly.

You gaped at him, about to tell him off but then he cuts you off. “It would be easier! You wouldn’t have to keep spitting and have it dry up. You can get it all over and then it would pop right off!”

Your patience was really wearing thin with this kid. But then he grabs you by shoulders, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours.

“You’re my only hope Noona. You can only help me with this. I’ll do whatever you want after I promise.”

“I swear I’ll be a good boy.”

Good boy?

Hearing that made the last strings of your sanity cut loose.

Fuck it.

You push him away by his chest abruptly, making him almost fall back on the bed. He caught himself before he could fall, hands flat against the bed. Before he could ask you what your problem was, you flatten your tongue along the base of his shaft.

“Y/N!” He moans aloud, bucking his hips up and into your face. You glide your tongue along his vein, swirling your tongue against his tip. You press an open mouthed kiss, then wrap the tip around the lips as you suck lightly.

“Oh fuck! Noona,” He rasps, trying so hard not to lose control and grab your hair to push you further into him. His moans egg you on and you tease his slit, earning another strangled moan of your name from him. Then you bring your mouth down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch.

You try your best to use your tongue, trying to wet every inch of his throbbing cock until you finally reach the base where the toy was. You hear him panting like he just ran a marathon above you, groaning as he watches your pretty lips around his thick member.

“Your mouth is so warm, it feels so good,” He groans, licking his lips before he gulps as he watches you intently. You stop your movements and look up to him, making direct eye contact. He looks at you in confusion, seeing the subtle glint in your eyes. Before he could say anything you swallow hard, causing him to thrash his head back and fist your hair.

“Fucking shit!” He moans, bucking his hips upward into you, causing the tip to hit the back of his throat. It hurt of course, but seeing the way he reacts to your ministrations was definitely worth it.

You pull your mouth off of him just until the tip, then bring him all into your mouth once again, sucking harshly.

“Holy fuck Y/N,” he moans, grasping the back of your head as you bob up and down his length.

“Keep fucking doing that.” You scratch his thighs, telling him that you’re the one in control instead of him before grazing your teeth slightly against his length. He whines in response, slightly nudging your hair back to stop you.

“Y-Y/N please…I’m sorry, just please keep going.” You release him with a pop, wiping the saliva from your chin as you look at him with a glare.

“Why are you telling me what to do? I thought you said you’d be a good boy?” You say as you slightly dig your nails into his massive thighs once again. “Or should I stop?”

“No! No please! Don’t stop I’ll be good I promise!” He whimpers at you, bringing his hand to your cheek to slowly caress your face.

“I’ll be good Noona.” You pretend to contemplate on your answer when you definitely weren’t going to leave him like this now, but you seem to think he’s had enough when you see his arm shake and his lips quiver.

“You better be.” You bring your mouth back to him, sinking your mouth down his hardened length as you take all of him again. You didn’t really think of Jungkook as the vocal type, but hearing him shamelessly moan and whimper your name aloud to the point the next door neighbors could hear heightened your ego tenfold.

You release him, bringing your hand up and down his shaft. You lift his dick so it’s against his stomach, about to run your tongue against him once again when you noticed something odd. A very thin line was visible on the cock ring, located on the bottom side of his dick. You bring your face closer to the line, looking at it curiously. Very small and slightly faint read the letters OPEN right above the line, in bold lettering.

Aha! You thought. Finally. Before you could bring your hand to the little slit, Jungkook calls out to you.

“Why did you stop? I’m being good Noona. Please, keep going.” He cries, and you swear it’s a tear that slips from his eyes and down his cheek than his sweat.

You lick your lips, looking back down at the toy then back at his cock.

He deserves this for being a brat all these years.

You look back up at him, giving him a sweet smile which felt seemingly odd to him. You never smiled like that at him. “Okay, since you’re being so good for me Kook,” You say sweetly.

“Why are you- fuck!” Jungkook groans when you take him all in one go, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You slightly gag, your mouth so full from his thick length but you push through it. You wanted to see this boy suffer.

You continue to go all out, hollowing your cheeks and deep throating him in the best ways possible, drowning in all his whines and cries of your name and how you were so fucking good.

“N-Noona, fuck, I think I’m gonna-“ You smile at his words.

Any second now.

At one particularly harsh suck he grabs your head, sinking you further down his cock as your mouth hits the toy. He moans at first but quickly cries in agony, fisting your hair harshly as you try to focus relaxing your throat.

“What…What the fuck…?” He whimpers, eyes squinting closed as he groans.

You release him with a pop, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “What’s wrong Kook?”

“I-There’s something wrong,” He says, grabbing his dick and wincing.

“Does it still hurt Jungkook? You want Noona to make you feel good?” You pull his hand away from him, grasping his length once again and pumping up and down slowly. He cries again, grabbing your wrist to stop your movements. “It fucking hurts Noona. What’s happening?” He sounded so lost, so helpless.

You never thought yourself to be a sadist but fuck, you loved it.

“Shh, Kookie,” You slowly rise to your feet, standing between his legs as you grab onto his shoulder. You bring a finger to his chin, lifting his head so he can look up to you. “Let Noona help you. I’ll make you feel real good.” With that, you pushed him harshly on the chest, causing him to fall back into the sheets. You quickly shimmy out of your shorts leaving you in your black lacy underwear, then turn back to him.

You lick your lips, staring at him sprawled on his bed looking so fucked out, completely naked. You climb up over him, bringing one leg over to straddle his waist.

“Y/N, what are you-“ You muffled him with a kiss, soft and sweet at first but slowly getting rougher to the touch as seconds go by. He moans when you bite his bottom lip, allowing you to delve your tongue into his hot cavern. His hands quickly find purchase on the soft flesh of your hips, holding you tightly. You suck on the tip of his tongue, earning you a groan.

You bring your mouth to his ear, nibbling his lobe before you whisper, “Just relax, Kook. And let Noona do all the work.”

You rise above him, your hands running along his arms as you meet his hands on your hips. You bring your hands to the hem of your shirt, quickly lifting it off of you and exposing your matching black lace bra.

“God damn,” he choked, eyes as wide as saucers as his mouth gaped at your beautiful figure. You chuckle at his response, then bring your hand down to your underwear. You rubbed yourself through the fabric, lightly moaning as you feel your juices seep through. You were definitely ready for him already. You use two fingers to hook your underwear, pushing it to the side while using your other hand to grab his dick.

He groans, watching your movements as you align yourself with his dick.

“Y/N, are you sure you- ahh!” His nails dig into your hips as you slowly sink onto him, your mouth slightly ajar as he fills you up perfectly.

His length and girth is the perfect size for you, filling you up to the brim as you settle perfectly onto his cock. You moan once your ass meets his thighs, sitting still as you adjust to the new found fullness.

Then, you move. You bring yourself off of him until just the tip is left, then sit back down with a slap. You moan at the sensation, but Jungkook is crying from your action.

“Holy f-fuck! Fuckkk,” He whimpers, chest heaving as you bring yourself up only to come down with another harsh slap. You continue these movements until you set a steady pace, bouncing on his length.

“Y/N! Oh my god, fuck, fuck Noona,” He writhes below you, looking like he’s about to lose his mind as he twists his head back and forth with his eyes tightly shut.

“You feel so fucking good, god, keep going please,” He whines, continuously licking his lips as his mouth constantly lets out a string of profanities and whimpers.

“Am I making you f-feel good, Kook? Ah, fuck,” You groan, speeding up your pace as the room fills with constant slap, slap, slaps.

“Yes yes yes, fuck yes, you’re so fucking good, I’m losing my mind,” He chokes, bringing one hand to squeeze your ass while the other tightly grasps onto your upper thigh. You continue going hard against him, him hitting you so deep and in just the right spots. Every time you drop down you feel something hitting against your flesh, then you look down.

You forgot the cock ring was still stuck on him, then realize it was the bunny ears. Memories of your friend saying how good the vibrator was rushed into your head, then you bring one of your hands to the toy. You press the switch on the toy, the low buzz sounds filling the room along with Jungkook’s whines. Once you sink down onto him again the product lands right on your clit, vibrating at an inhumane speed which causes your eyes to roll back.

“Oh my fucking god!” You scream, pausing your movements as you let the vibrator run against your bundle of nerves. You’ve never felt anything like it before.

You attempt to squeeze your thighs together, slowly rotating your hips instead as you let the vibrations of the toy work its magic against you. You moan aloud again, throwing your head back as the feeling of Jungkook’s cock so deep inside you along with the toys ministrations make your mind go hazy. All of a sudden you feel Jungkook’s hips lurch forward, pounding into you from below as he holds you by the hips to keep you still.

“Jungkook!” You scream, scratching his chest with his hands as he takes over.

“Y-You’re getting tighter on me, fuck, you feel so fucking good,” He moans, filling you to the brim each time as the toy continues to rub against your clit.

You can’t contain your voice now, moaning nonstop as Jungkook keeps ramming into you, the toy helping you reach your high quicker than you ever thought possible. After a few more strokes you come undone, moaning loudly as you tightly clench Jungkook’s dick. He lets out a deep groan, continuously thrusting into you as you ride out your high.

“Y/N, Y/N, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna-“ Jungkook grabs onto your ass tightly, letting out a strangled moan. You watch as his head falls back into the bed, his stomach clenching tightly as he releases a choked sob. You felt his cock throb from within you, but no release. The side of your mouth twitches upward, but when you see his eyes fill with tears once again, him crying aloud, you finally actually start feeling bad.

You lift your hips, letting his hard cock slip out of you as you roll over beside him. You take a few seconds to catch your breath. You’re about to sit up to take the cock ring off of him but all of a sudden he rolls over to hover above you, spreading your legs open and pushing your panties to the side.

“Hey, what-“ He grabs his cock and roughly shoves himself into you again, causing you to throw your head back with a moan. He has his hands on either side of your head, then brings his mouth to your ears.

“You’re so fucking tight Noona, you feel so warm.” He grabs your hips as he starts pummeling into you, making your eyes roll back.

“You’re fucking hot as hell, you moaning my name and coming all over my cock,” He grunts, “You don’t know how many times I’ve came imagining what just happened. But why can’t I fucking come now?”

“J-Jungkook, stop,” You moan, trying to get him to stop so you can take the ring off of him. But he doesn’t let up, too focused on trying to reach his release as he fucks you harder, grunting and growling as he picks up his pace. The toy continues to buzz, occasionally rolling over your nub if Jungkook angles it the right way, causing you to yell out. He spreads your legs further, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder to reach into you deeper.

“That picture of you bouncing on my dick, fucking me, using me to make you feel good, I never imagined how fucking sexy you’d actually look. And the way you moan my name, fuck I’ll come just from thinking about that next time I touch myself,” He groans, reaching behind you to rip off your bra. His mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking your breast as you grab his head to bring him closer. He laps your nub, licking up the valley of your breasts and brings his lips to yours.

You moan into his mouth, allowing him to ravage you some more. He brings both of your legs around his waist and you cross them, shoving himself into you faster. At this angle the toy is hitting directly on your clit each time he pounds into you, making you scream out his name as you clutch the bedsheets beside you.

“Jungkook!” You moan his name like a mantra, your release getting closer and closer. He continues kissing you, and after a few more deep strokes you come all over him again, squeezing him so hard he yells your name aloud, his cock throbbing uncontrollably as you clench tightly around him. His hands are holding your hips so tightly you know there’s going to be bruises in the morning, but you don’t care. You move your hips against him as you embrace the waves of pleasure, panting as you finally go limp. You’re about to slowly doze off from being so tired, wiping the sweat along your temple when you hear another choked sob. Jungkook pulls out of you, his dick still hard and swelled. The tip looks painfully red, the rest of his shaft looking constricted as he whimpers again.

“I-I fucking can’t,” He cries, his cheeks red and wet with tears of frustration as he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Oh Kook,” You bite your lip. Maybe you really went too far.

You crawl over to him on his knees, carefully touching his length. He winces at your touch, whimpering as you lift it up. You press the button to turn off the vibrations, then use your fingernail to dig into the slit of the toy, pulling it forward as it pops open. He groans in relief as you slowly drag the toy off of him, tossing it to the side.

“And that’s what you get for being a brat all these years.” You say as you plop onto his bed, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself.

“What?” He looks at you confused, then his eyes widen.

“Wait…you fucking knew?”

You chuckle, “Of course, who doesn’t fucking know what a cock ring does? It stops you from coming, Kook.” You shuffle onto your side, getting ready to fall asleep.

“So you fucked with me this whole time?” He said in a low tone, venom laced in his voice.

“Fucked and fucked,” You said. “You’ve always fucked with me all these years. I was just making it even. Also we’re not telling anyone about this, okay?” You pointed back and forth from yourself to him, then plopped back onto the pillow.

Silence filled the room and you accepted it with open arms. You were just completely exhausted at this point, not having really expected such a good fuck from Jungkook. But hey, he made you feel good and you got your revenge, so it all works out. You were slowly slipping off into dreamland but all of a sudden the sheets are ripped off of you. Your legs were pulled downward, dragging your head off the pillow.

“What the fuck-“ Jungkook grabs your waist and flips you over onto your stomach, pushing your head down into the mattress while your ass is raised in the air. You attempt to turn around to ask him what the fuck he thinks he’s doing, but you cry as a hard slap echos in the room.

He smooths his rough palm against your right cheek where he spanked you, then brings his hand once again over the spot making you choke.

“You think this is a fucking joke? Making me lose my fucking mind, not letting me come three times?”

“Let go brat-“

Slap.

“The girl of my fucking dreams comes in here and sucks me off, fucks me twice, yet I couldn’t even fucking enjoy it cause I was in so much pain? You know how fucking horrible that is?” He grabs your underwear, tearing it in half as he lets it fall on the bedspread.

“Jungkook-ahh!” You moan once he brings his hand to your core, running his fingers along your slit.

“You call me a brat all the time, yell at me, yet I do everything for you,” He says as he lets a finger slip in, pumping into you as your wet juices fall down your thighs. “But you didn’t even let me come once.”

“Jungkook I can’t, not anymore,” You whimper, fisting the sheets as he plunges a second finger into you.

“Oh you can’t? But you came so many times Noona. Fuck, I even called you Noona cause I knew you secretly loved that,” He grunts. “I hate saying that. But I did it for you, to make you feel good Y/N.”

“Please,” You beg, trying to move away from his touch. But he doesn’t let up, continuing to touch you.

“I think you can go again. You never do anything for me, so you can do this. I haven’t even come yet,” He drags his fingers out of you, then leans forward so his dick sat against your cheeks and his chest leaned against your back. He brings his fingers to your lips, prodding them at your entrance. “Suck.”

You complied, opening your mouth as you lapped up your juices on him. You hear him groan behind you, slowly rubbing his length against your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” He leans back, pumping himself a few times before he aligns his tip at your entrance. You were going to attempt to stop him again but he pounds right into you, causing your face to fall flat onto the sheets.

He immediately starts off rough and fast, holding you by the hips as he drags you to him, fucking you onto him. You mewl, so sensitive from the last two rounds that you didn’t have the strength to do anything.

“Fuck, you’re still so fucking tight,” He groans, “God, I imagined fucking you so many times before, but I never thought it’d feel this good.”

“Jungkook…” You moan, slowly feeling the coiling in your stomach return.

“All these years Y/N, having to deal with seeing you in those short shorts, those low tops, fuck, you were such a fucking tease,” His thighs slap harder against your ass.

“Did I ever tell you I walked in on you changing once? I fucking ran to my room and jacked off that entire night to that image.” You moaned in response, thinking about the thought of Jungkook touching himself, pumping his shaft hard and fast as he thought of you, moaning your name as he came. And he was only a couple of feet away from you in the other room.

“But I never did anything about it, because you always treated me as the little brat next door,” He growled, flipping you over so you were on your back, then pushing himself right back in.

“Tell me Y/N, do you still think of me as a kid?” He grabbed one of your breasts, kneading it as he sucked on the other. “Would some brat make you feel this fucking good?”

You moaned in response, grabbing his hair as you tried to pull him closer to you. He sucked harder, pinching your nub between his fingers as he continued thrusting you at a harsh pace. He let you go, rising up to adjust you again, hooking his arms around your thighs as he fucked you into his mattress.

“Fuck, Jungkook! Oh my fucking god,” You moan aloud, slightly arching your back as he drilled into you, making your body slowly inch upward and closer to the bedframe. The hinges squeaked uncontrollably, the bed frame hitting against the wall each time he thrusted into you.

The angle was causing you to see stars, his length hitting you in your deepest and most pleasurable spot.

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna-“

He immediately stops his movements, causing you to groan at the loss of your blissful release.

“Why the fuck did you stop!?” You yell, tears of frustration clouding your vision.

He smirks at you in return, leaning forward until his face is a mere inches from yours.

“I don’t think you deserve it. Why should I let you come again?” You try to move in response, but he still has his arms around your legs, keeping you in place.

“Please,” You beg, wanting nothing more than to just drown in euphoric feeling of letting go against him.

“How are you gonna make me?”

“I’ll do anything! I won’t call you brat anymore! Just please, let me come,” You whimper, bringing your hands to cup his face.

“Hmm…” He contemplates for a little while, then you whine another please before he chuckles.

“You’ll do anything?”

“Anything.”

“Will you be my girlfriend after this?”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, not expecting that request at all. You thought he’d want you to suck his dick again, which you wouldn’t mind. But girlfriend?

He grabs your hand into his, then slowly caresses his face into your touch. He turns his face to kiss the inside of your palm, then each of your fingertips.

“I’ve loved you since I was 7. You’re the only girl for me, and we’re practically going to be together for the rest of our lives cause of our parents. My parents don’t want me to be with anyone else either, so we already have their blessing.” He smiles at your speechless face, then brings himself forward to give you a kiss on the nose.

Butterflies fill your stomach, and you feel like you can’t breathe for a moment. This brat has been with you for so long you never realized you actually loved him too, and you wouldn’t know what you would do without him.

“So do I take that as a yes?” He says, peppering sweet kissing along your jawline.

You bite your lips, but slowly your mouth curves into a smile. “You’re such a greaseball.”

He chuckles, bringing his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, melting into his kiss.

“Okay not to ruin the moment but I’m kind of fucking dying here and I feel like my dick is going to fall off,” He groans, feeling him still hard within you.

You giggle, giving him one last kiss on the lips before moving away from him. “Where do you want to come?”

“Fuck,” He grunts, licking his lips as he contemplates.

“I want to come inside you.” You nod at his response, “That’s fine, I’m on the pill. And how do you want me?”

“On top.” You nod again, smiling at him as you lift yourself up, changing positions with him. He falls back on the sheets and groans while he watches you straddle him, lining his cock with your soaking entrance. Once again you sink onto him, allowing him to fill you up to the brim. Both of you sigh in content, him kneading your breasts and you holding onto his chest.

You quickly start bouncing on him, wanting him to have his relief as quickly as possible. He groans as your ass slaps against his thighs harshly every time you come down, eyes closed shut as his mouth hangs open. You clench against him, trying to milk him out for his release, and he moans your name louder. You feeling the throbbing occur and you know he’s close. You were so focused on trying to get him off that you didn’t realize Jungkook reached for the toy again, turning the power on as the slight buzzing filled the room. Your eyes pop open and you cry aloud once he presses the vibrator part of the cock ring against your clit, making you writhe above him.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Jungkook, fuck,” You mewl, moving faster against him as he keeps the toy against your bundle of nerves.

“Come on Y/N, come for me babe. Come all over my cock,” He grunts, and after a few more seconds of the toy against you you let go, lurching forward as you throw your head against Jungkook’s chest, crying his name aloud. He grabs onto your hips and plants his feet flat on the bed, fucking you through your high, and after another half dozen strokes he chokes your name out, coming inside of you in long, hot spurts. Jungkook’s warmth felt nice inside you, and you continued moving as best you could until he finished, groaning as he slowly went limp inside of you.

Both of you were panting and you could feel his rapid heartbeat slow against your cheek. He brings a hand to brush through your hair, bringing a blanket to cover the both of you before wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I love you Y/N,” He said, kissing your temple.

“And I love sex toys now even though it hurt like a bitch, but at least it brought us together.” You slap his chest, causing him to let out a chuckle. “We should give it a 5 star review. The toy sucked ass for me but it also brought me this beautiful ass,” He said as he squeezed one of your cheeks. “Pretty great if you ask me.”

“You’re still dumb and a brat,” You said as you rested your chin on his firm chest, staring up at him. You leaned forward to kiss his bottom lip, right where his mole was that you always secretly adored.

“But honestly, I love you too.”

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What Lies Within

Warnings: Non con, dub con, A/B/O dynamics, kidnapping, 18+

Word Count: 2,676

Pairings: Dark/Alpha!Thor x Beta/Omega!Reader

Summary: Reader was born and raised a rejected Beta female, finding comfort in the woods. One night she stumbles across a man who can see what lies within.

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Prompts: A/B/O woods

A/N: This is my submission to @imanuglywombat challenge. I enjoyed writing and I’m sorry for the day late submission. I was going to upload earlier this week but I wasn’t at home, this is my first full day at home, and I was going to upload last night but my internet was down. I won’t be at home next week either, but I will be getting some writing done for my two series and a part two to Small Price to Pay. I also will work on a few drabbles I have in mind and possibly some challenges I have coming up. Anyway, enough rambling. I hope you guys enjoy :)

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The woods are where you felt safe, the place where you went to think and blow off steam. You never had a steady life, grew up in an orphanage. Behind it was the woods that accepted you when nobody else would.

It had been years since then and you had left the state you had once lived in, finding your place in the outskirts of the country. You could be alone, away from people who would never love you. Nobody to hurt you or hate you for not being an omega.

You were a rare occasion, a beta female. Most men were either alphas or betas, women were all omegas. Most of the time. You were looked at as “less feminine” and most guys refused to date you because of it. It made you angry, not just for yourself, but for omegas. They were looked at as property rather than humans and they were always expected to not have a say in a situation that concerned their alpha. It made you glad you weren’t one.

The music that was blasting from your earbuds suddenly stopped and you looked to your phone. No connection. It wasn’t too bad, you could still enjoy your walk without the voice of Adele belting in your ear. You stopped by a tree and slid down the trunk, reaching into your backpack to pull out your current read. Nature’s sounds would help calm you as you read.

The sun was going down and the breeze was picking up as you shivered, pulling the jacket around you tighter around you. You looked to your phone and saw it dead. When did that happen you thought as you got up, dusting the dirt from your butt. You breathed in deep, oak wood and pine filled your senses. It smelt like love, like home.

You started walking back to the trail to start your journey back home when you saw a man jogging. He had blonde hair pulled back into a man bun that sat low on his neck. He smiled when he saw you and slowed down and pulled an earbud out. No, you thought, don’t talk to me, please.

“Evening. Nice night for a jog.” His accent was thick but you couldn’t place it. Certainly something that wasn’t native around here.

You smiled and nodded. Men had never been kind to you. Especially alphas, and this guy was definitely an alpha.

“What’s a young thing like you doing out here? It’s pretty dangerous.” He looked concerned but it was just an egotistical alpha wanting to be the big strong man to help.

You put on a tight smile, trying not to start an argument. It would only make the unwanted interaction longer and a hot bath was currently calling your name. “Mhm, that’s why i was heading home now.” You turned to walk down the path but heard the loud steps of the mighty man behind you as he caught up. You could practically hear your eyes roll, didn’t this guy know how to take a hint? Alphas, they never did.

“I can walk you.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head. “Not necessary, bud, really. I think I know how to board a bus and get back home.”

At this the man frowned. “Bus? The last bus left an hour ago. Do you need a ride?”

What? How long had you been reading? The last bus left at 8:30 and you got there at 5. No way you’d been out that long, it only felt like thirty minutes. “N-no, I’ll call someone.” That was a lie, even if your phone wasn’t dead you still had nobody. You had no family or friends.

“No, I can’t let you wait out here in the cold. Please, I live in a cabin down that way,” he pointed to your left. “It’s not far and you can keep warm in there. Until your ride got there that is.”

You considered it a moment. You didn’t want to go with a stranger but you also didn’t want to walk an hour home in the dark and cold. Plus you could maybe call a taxi to come get you from his house. “Okay, thank you.”

The man smiled and his eyes twinkled with delight. Held out his hand to you,”My name’s Thor.”

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Thor’s cabin was very woodsy. Taxidermied animals and brown glossy furniture attacked your vision from every direction. A fire was going in the main room and made you feel all nice and toasty. You clutched the bag on your back and turned to Thor as he kicked off his shoes.

“Make yourself at home.” He said with a smile and the wave of his arm, referencing his humble home. You looked down at your muddy boots but decided taking them off just to put them back on soon would be pointless, even if it meant tracking mud. He’d live.

You cleared your throat. “Uhm, Thor, could I maybe use your phone to call a taxi? My phone died.”

Thor’s head tilted. “Wow, you better be lucky I came along and invited you back to my cabin. An omega like you would’ve been hopeless with a dead phone and no way of getting home. Better also be glad it was me and not some other savage alpha.”

His words slapped you across the face. Omega? You? No, couldn’t he smell? Or see at least? You were obviously a beta, smelled like one, talked like one, and acted like one. Clear as day. “Omega? No, I’m a beta.” You chuckled a bit. He had to be joking.

Thor’s eyes squinted in confusion. “No, I smelled you on my jog and I smell you now. It’s faint so I see why most people would miss it, but you’re an omega. Embracing it could help the smell stand out more.”

You looked at Thor like he was crazy; did he really expect you to just believe him, a stranger, over everyone else in your life? Over yourself?

“Yeah? And how do you know this?” You challenged, folding your arms.

Thor scratched his fait beard with one hand before feeding the fire another log. “Where I’m from we are able to sense things easier. We’re able to look beyond the surface if you will. Sure, I can smell an omega, but I can also feel one. Everyone has a feeling to them, an underlayer, and yours screams omega while your scent is asking more of a question.” He pauses to look at you full on. “You’re not sure who you are, but there’s ways to help it.”

Thor’s eyes switch for just a second. It was so faint you’re surprised you didn’t miss it. The look was a way nobody had ever looked to you before, it was hungry. You suddenly remember the disadvantage you had, trapped in a cabin with a huge alpha, no phone, nowhere to run. You pushed your shoulders back and tried to bury the fear that crept up.

“Hey, where’s that phone?” You completely disregard his previous statement and looked around for a phone, seeing one in the corner. You start walking to it but Thor beats you there and picking up the receiver.

“Ah, bloody thing’s dead. Can you believe your luck?” Thor’s face split into a sinister smile, his canines on full display. Your eyes widen and your hand hurts from how hard you’re grabbing the bag on your back.

“Oh okay. Do you maybe have a neighbor…”

“Nope.” He was stalking to you like a fox. Like an alpha does an omega.

“Mmm, well I don’t want to disturb you if you can’t help. Besides, I live so close to here I think I could easily walk home, an aunt even lives close by maybe she can take me home…” You were spewing so many lies, anything to get you out of this situation. You were backing up blindly keeping your eyes on Thor, terrified of his next move.

“Now Y/n, don’t lie now. I know you have no family, no friends. And who said you couldn’t help me?” He licked his lips, eyeing you up and down. “I think there’s plenty that you could help me with.”

“Y-you know my name.” It was more a statement than a question. “I never told you it, how do you know?”

“An alpha knows everything about his omega, darling.”

“I’m not your omega. I’m not an omega at all!” You were getting flustered, you tripped over the side of his couch and fell to the floor with a thud. Before you could crawl away, Thor had grabbed you pulling you up to him.

“You are. Let me show you.” Before you could respond or react Thor threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you. You punched at his hard chest, trying to wiggle free.

“Thor, what are you doing? Get off me!”

“I’m showing you, my omega. Now stop struggling, you’re only making this worse for you.” He looked down and smirked at his tightening running shorts. “And harder for me.” Your stomach lunged at his innuendo. This couldn’t be happening, not to you. The girl so many boys ignored now being pursued by the hottest man you had ever seen? You had to be in some kind of twisted nightmare.

Thor ripped your shirt from you, leaving you in rags. He fumbled with your jeans before tugging them down your legs as well, leaving you in your blush bra and panties. You moved your arms to cover yourself but Thor growled, shoving your arms to your sides. “Never cover yourself, omega. Especially not to your alpha. He deserves to see you like this, pure perfection.”

Your stomach fluttered at his words and a voice told you to just submit. What the hell was happening to you? Thor grabbed your covered breast with his large hand and squeezed, hard. You whimpered in pain but you could feel your core start to pool.

“Omega, I can smell you. You like it when your alpha dominates you, hmm?” Thor tweaked your nipple through your bra, eliciting a moan from your chest. He slid his other hand to your underwear, leaving goosebumps down your skin. He reaches your band and teases you, pulling the band just to let it snap back and slap you. He tracked his long fingers down to the spot that was growing wetter by the minute

Your body worked against you when he touched the spot that has been neglected for so long, bucking into his touch. Thor looked you in your eyes and smirked. “What’s wrong baby? What do you need?” You wanted to slap that smug smile right off his face.

He pressed into your bundle of nerves harder and you arched your back, eyes rolling back. The sounds you were making were straight animalistic, nothing human left. Your hips were rolling in tandem with Thor when suddenly the feeling leaves all at once. You wine and shoot daggers at him, causing him to chuckle. “Aw, what’s wrong? You have to speak to me, omega. I have to hear you tell me what you want so I can show you what you need.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as a war raged inside, your mind was mixing like marble as your body was ready to give in. “Please, touch me. Anyway you want, just do it.”

“That’s all I needed, my omega.” Thor ripped your bra off, joining your shirt in shredded looks. Your panties were shoved down your legs with your jeans before both were thrown in the room somewhere. You were completely nude in front of him and your skin burned with desire; body ached in emptiness.

Thor pinched your nipple and slipped a finger into your wet cunt with ease. The burn caused you to jerk but the need was just fueled. You needed this. The desperate cries you were making would’ve made you cover your head in embarrassment, but you something primal inside told you to scream louder. Alphas liked to hear their omegas. The voice of reason sobbed out a “no, you’re a beta!” but you couldn’t hear it. And you needed more.

“Thor, please..” Thor was working at adding another finger when he looked up at you, cocking an eyebrow.

“Patience, omega. I will give you what you want after you cum for me. Can you do that?” You nodded your head before craning your neck on the pillow. Your eyes rolled back as your hips kept in pace with Thor’s magical fingers. You wanted to cum, not just for your own pleasure, but to make Thor happy. He needed you to cum too.

As Thor took a more vigorous tempo you felt the knot you’d come to know very well, yet this knot felt a lot more intense. Something you’d never get on your own. Your pants got more frequent and your words incoherent. Thor hit that miraculous place in you and you finally fell over the edge, screaming on your way down.

“Good girl.” Thor smiled, still working you through your orgasm. “That’s my good girl.” Your walls squeezed around his fingers at the doting words. When he removed his fingers you whined at the emptiness. The sound of rustling clothes could be heard as your eyes were still closed, as you were still not fully recovered from your high.

You felt a poke at your entrance and opened your eyes. Thor was stroking his cock between your slick folds as he smirked at you. Your mind finally cleared and your voice of reason slapped you internally. “Thor no, wait-” Before you could move away, Thor slammed himself into you. You screamed out in pain. Your hands shot to Thor’s chest to try to push him off as he leaned over you.

“Thor, please-”

“Shhh. It’s okay my omega, I’ll take care of you,” You hips snapped into yours and Thor snarled in your ear. “God, you’re so tight for me.”

Your eyes started to water as he continued his assault. He reached a hand down to your clit and rubbed, causing another moan. Your mind was becoming clouded once again.

Thor started to go faster and harder as his breath fanned over your neck. The pain was no longer there as you felt nothing but pleasure, your walls pulled at his cock in a way that had his head spinning. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re so good for me. Cum on my cock so I can cum inside this sweet cunt. So I can claim you and mate with you properly.” His words mixed with the way he hit your golden spot inside you over and over had you seeing stars. Your sweaty bodies moving in tandem with each other. One last plunge and you were spasming and clutching to Thor for dear life. Your mouth hung open as the pressure in your pussy was slowly fading.

Thor started whining into your neck as you came down from your high as he chased his own. He grunted before his thick cock just got bigger as he swelled inside you, forcing him to stop moving as he dumped his seed deep within you.

“Argh, fuck!” Thor yelled as he showed his teeth and ran it along your neck before sinking in. Your eyes widened and you squealed, slapping his shoulder. He pulled himself from your neck and you felt the pulse and blood drip from the two tiny holes he left. His mark. Your eyes started to droop as his claim started to flood your entire body. Thor heald you close.

“Ho-how?”

A beta can’t be claimed by an alpha. They can’t even get pregnant by one, only another beta; just as a beta male can’t get an omega pregnant, only an alpha. Thor smiled before brushing a lock of hair off of your sweaty forehead and behind your ear, the romantic gesture made your heart flutter.

“I told you dear, you’re an omega. It just lays within.”

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simsadventures · 4 years

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Till the End of the World

Dark! Alpha Clint x Omega! Reader

Summary: Thanos has blipped the world. Now you find yourself in a strange city where everything seems just a tiny bit darker. And Clint is there to protect you, or is he?

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, darker story, you’ve been warned, mentions of blood, death, violence, kidnapping, mentions of rape, brief non-con turning into dub-con, turning into con-con, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS STORY)

Word Count: 2688

A/N: This story has been requested by a nonnie some time ago, apologies for taking so long. It’s also my first dark-ish story, so be gentle with me. Let me know what I can do better next time, or what was your favourite part, please.

Full request here: Would you be willing to write a dark Clint (doesn't have to be, it's just so rarely seen) x reader soulmate au? It's the end of the world, Clint’s gone rogue after losing his family. Stumbles upon his soulmate by accident, doesn't want to let her go. Thank you.

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Walking down the street in Tokyo, you try to walk as fast as possible. Ever since Thanos snapped his fingers, the world turned into a dark place. Too many times did it happen to you that somebody jumped at you from behind a corner, demanding whatever you were carrying with you. Lucky for you, your dad made you undergo a self-defence course a long time ago, and it suddenly proved useful. Not to mention, you were an unmated Omega. All the Alphas of this new world and even some Betas seemed to only care about one thing, you pussy, and you were adamant on protecting what was left of your dignity.

Overall, you didn’t feel safe walking around the city. Truth be told, you weren’t even feeling that safe in your own tiny apartment. You had to run away from American because too many places reminded you of all those you’ve lost. You didn’t want to dwell on the past, and so one day, you just packed the essentials and flew to Japan, trying to start a new life.

You did find some new friends, but nothing too close. Everyone was a bit too reserved after all that happened, trying not to get too attached to anybody. You only talked to Omegas nowadays, and they were all too scared for your taste. You weren’t surprised, but you missed talking to the variety of people the old world offered.

You gripped your purse a little tighter as you thought about all the dangers that could await you till you got back home when suddenly you heard voices from behind you. You didn’t even have to look to know they were two Alphas, and from all the smells you could tell they were drunk. You speeded up, hugging your body closer and praying that they wouldn’t follow you.

But it wouldn’t be your life if it didn’t throw all the shit your way. You could hear them talking about an Omega pussy before they started yelling insults at you. When you looked behind yourself, you could see they were getting closer by every passing second, and you started running.

This was no longer fun. They were two adult Alphas, and your self-defence classes would be completely useless with them. You thought you got rid of them because you couldn’t hear them any longer, but the second you started to calm down, you could feel a hand on your shoulder.

You shrieked and tried to get away from the person’s grip, but he wouldn’t budge.

“What do we have here, huh? I bet you’re gonna be real tight for my knot, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” The man growled into your ear, while his buddy came closer, gripping your other shoulder. They were goth disgusting and reeked even worse.

This was it, you thought, and you closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable when you felt the men pushing down your blouse. You didn’t have any more fight in you. The whole year, you tried to fight, tried to push through whatever happened to you, but this was the last straw.

Just when you felt your consciousness drifting away to your happy place, you felt something wet and weird on your face, and then you heard two huge thuds. Nobody was touching you anymore, and when you opened your eyes to see what the hell was happening, you could see the two Alphas dead on the ground, their throats slit.

And when you touched your cheek, you could see evening the dim light from the street that the wet thing was their blood. You would’ve been sick if you relief didn’t wash over you. You took a deep breath, and then it hit you.

Somebody must have killed them. Somebody who was most possibly still somewhere there. You took another whiff to discern whether the person was Alpha or not, and to your utter surprise, his scent didn’t make you wanna die. It was actually pretty sweet, but like musky sweet with undertones of wood. You were getting lost in his scent, that you were sure of.

When he finally stepped out of the shadows, you weren’t much wiser, because he was wearing a mask over his face. His hand was still gripping the machete or whatever the big knife was that sliced the guys’ throats. There was a big part of you that told you to be afraid of this stranger Alpha, but a voice in your head told you he wouldn’t hurt you.

The voice shut up pretty quickly when the man gripped you by your throat and squeezed harshly. You gasped for air as your hand flew to his bicep, trying to get his attention. Even through the mask, you could see his eyes staring at you bare neck. Where seconds ago you were willing to stop fighting, the adrenaline in your veins kicked in, and you wanted to live. And live as an unmated Omega, no matter how sweet this stranger’s scent was.

“Name,” the man spit out through the mask, and you had a hard time making out what he actually said, but when you did, you quickly said him your name. You heard that the more rapists or murderers knew about you, the less likely they were to actually hurt you. You didn’t know if it was true or not, but it didn’t matter.

“My name is Y/N. I’m 28 years old, I’ve lived in Tokyo for the last 6 months, I’ve got friends here, I’ve got a job here. Please, please don’t kill me, mister,” you wheezed, your voice taking to toll of all the choking.

“Any boyfriend that I should take care of?” He asked harshly, and you blinked again. Why did he need to know about a possible boyfriend of yours if he was about to kill you?

“No, I’m single,” you whispered and looked down at your feet. You could feel his grip on your throat loosening, but he was still holding you, making sure you couldn’t run away from him.

“Good, now you’re mine, Omega. Let’s go,” he said, and before you knew it, he was throwing you over his shoulder and sprinting away from the now crime scene. You tried to punch his broad back, but it did nothing to stop him.

When he finally did stop, it was in a dark building, but that wasn’t surprising. All the buildings were now dark and scary. He ascended the stairs with you on his back as if you weighed nothing.

He put you down ungentlemanly because he let you fall like a sack of potatoes. You gasped as you scrambled to all fours and tried to find your footing again. But before you could do it, he was on you once again.

He pushed you back down to the ground and tore your blouse away, harshly sniffling at your exposed neck. Weird sounds were coming out of his throat, something between purring and growling. You felt him licking up and down your neck before he sucked a hickey where your Alpha’s mark would be.

Despite the situation being the furthest from comfortable or consensual, the Omega in you didn’t seem to care. You could feel slick coating your panties, and you were sure he would soon smell the pheromones emitted from your body.

“Why are you doing this?” you screeched as you felt him kneading your breasts, still harshly sniffling the side of your neck where your scent glands were most prominent.

“Because you’re mine! Can’t you tell that I’m yours as well?” he mumbled against your neck, continuing his attack on your neck and chest.

You could feel your bra slipping away from your breasts, and you gasped loudly.

“Why does it have to be this way then, Alpha? Can’t you take it at least a bit slower?” You cried out as he latched himself on your right nipple, sucking like a man starved. He ceased his moment the second you stopped talking and looked into your eyes.

You could finally see his whole face because somewhere along the attack, he lost the mask he was wearing. You expected a lot, but you didn’t fathom he would look so handsome. He was, most objectively, one of the sexiest men you’ve ever met, his cheekbones and jaw so sharp that you had the feeling you’d cut yourself were you to caress him there.

His eyes bore into yours, and you reluctantly raised your hand and slowly touched the side of his face. He was still highly alerted, watching your every movement like a hawk watching its prey, but you suddenly didn’t mind. There was something in his eyes that told you there was more to him than just the facade he let everyone see.

You raised on your elbow, continuing to stare at him while you explored his face. There were wrinkles around his eyes, so you knew he wasn’t the youngest of Alphas, but you didn’t mind one bit.

Once you both calmed down, you could finally smell his scent properly, and that’s when it hit you that he was right all along. He was your mate, you could tell by the growing need in your lower belly and the way your skin tingled where you were touching the side of his neck.

He understood what you wanted from him without you having to say anything, because he suddenly rose and let you sit up as well, allowing you to scent him properly. You were right the first time, he really smelled like something sweet, which you know discerned as chocolate, while the wood you now realised was sandalwood. The perfect combination, you thought to yourself as you gently stuck out your tongue to taste him.

A growl sounded from his chest, and you quickly pulled away from him, realising the situation you found yourself in.

“Don’t stop, Omega. It’s just that I haven’t felt so good in a long time, didn’t let myself enjoy the little things,” the Alpha said with a side, and without thinking, you nuzzled his cheek with yours.

The action surprised both of you, but before you could regret it, you felt his arms snaking around your waist, bringing you closer to him so that you were sitting in his lap on the ground.

“My name is Clint, by the way. And I’m awfully sorry, ‘Mega, In this world, I’m used to taking what I want, and didn’t realise I might be hurting you,” he whispered.

You looked up at him, seeing the sadness in his eyes that felt like a mirror to your own soul. You were too broken people who were so lucky as to find their true mates. You weren’t about to give that up, even if it was just for tonight.

You leaned into him and kissed his lips sweetly and gently, not wanting to spook him or awaken the beast you knew was hiding there just yet. He seemed shocked by your actions, but when you wiggled your hips, trying to get “comfortable” he seemed to have awoken.

While his right arm was still around your waist, his left travelled up your spine to get tangled in your hair, pulling it from the roots ever so slightly, making your moan into his mouth. He took it as an opportunity to devour your mouth, licking into it and exploring it with his tongue, leaving you a breathless mess.

By the time you were both naked, you were panting as if you ran a marathon and slick was now running down your legs like a bitch in heat. You needed to feel your Alpha, and from the looks of it, he needed to feel his Omega just as bad. His cock was standing proudly against his stomach, the ring of his knot dark purple, calling out to you.

You marvelled at the look of him, licking your lips absent-mindedly before Clint caught your attention by speaking out.

“If you wanna have a taste, I’m not gonna stop you, Omega,” he husked out, and it was all the invitation you needed.

You dropped to your knees and crawled to him before you were comfortably kneeling in front of him. Without further speaking, you grabbed his cock with your spit-coated hand and pumped him a few times, to get him all nice and wet. Before he could tell you what to do, you took him in your mouth almost to the hilt, choking slightly but not caring. It was too long since you tasted an Alpha and you needed it.

Clint groaned from above, gripping the chair behind him for leverage, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. Your Omega was giddy from the power over this tall and manly Alpha, and you started sucking like he was your favourite lollipop.

Every time you took him deep into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, which only resulted in his cock twitching in your mouth. Before he could blow his load into your mouth, he pulled out and pulled you up by your elbow, licking the side of your neck before he kissed you passionately.

He then threw you back, and for a second, you were scared he was pushing you on the ground before your back hit the soft mattress. Clint chuckled seeing your scared face and climbed on top of you to nuzzle your cheek while playing with your soaked folds.

“I will never let you go, Omega, and I will never hurt you again. I’m sorry for my behaviour earlier, and I want you to give me a chance to redeem myself,” Clint mumbled against your lips, and your only answer was spreading your legs wide, while your hand pushed on his backside to make him slide his cock up and down your folds.

“You sure about this, Y/N? I can wait as long as you want. I want you to feel comfortable with me,” Clint said with a smile, and you swooned over his sudden change of behaviour.

“I’m fine, and I’ll be better with your knot wedged deeply inside me.”

“Your wish is my command,” Clint growled, and before you knew it, he was sheeted in you to the hilt. You felt slight discomfort, but Clint waited long enough for the painful stretch to turn into pleasure. You moaned when you felt him twitch inside you, and he took it as his cue to finally move.

You could feel the tip of his cock nudge at your cervix with every stroke, and you couldn’t contain just how much you enjoy it. You’ve never taken a larger Alpha than Clint, and you knew that he successfully ruined you for everyone who would potentially come after him. Although you hoped that there would never be anybody else.

You writhed and moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard you. You actually hoped people would hear you so that they knew just how good your Alpha was.

Clint could tell you were nearing your high by the way your moaned turned slowly into screams and how your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter.

When you were almost there, he suddenly grabbed your head and pushed it to the side, revealing your neck and biting deep inside your scent glands.

Everything around you stilled, and you felt ecstasy licking at you from the tips of your toes, slowly travelling upwards until it reached your belly, where it burst.

You released a high-pitched moan, just as Clint stilled deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed. Not that he necessarily thought about the consequences, he just needed to come inside you. The Alpha in him insisted.

When everything inside both you calmed down and you were comfortably laid on Clint’s chest, he buried his face in your hair, and mumbled,

“I’m going to protect you from this crazy world, Omega, you’ve got my word.”

You just hummed, too tired to say anything else, and closed your eyes, feeling safe for the first time since Thanos snapped his fingers. You just hoped it would stay this way.

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madaboutmerlin · 5 years

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Merlin Writer Month: Round Up

Hello Merlin fans! It’s hard to believe, but here we are again at the end of another week! Thank you to all who participated during this third one! There have been some really great recs! We hope you’ve enjoyed recommending and/or reading and connecting with others who love this great fandom!

As a friendly reminder, please make sure to use the tag #MerlinWriterMonth2018 when tagging your posts for this month.

This post, as per the usual, will go from largest quantity rec’d to the smallest, so as to make it more tidy.

Without further ado, here we go!

MERTHUR:

1. Footballers Don’t Dance by Tari_Sue

Summary: What else is a footballer supposed to do at the end of his career other than enter Strictly?

Words: 47,531

2. No Strings Attached by leahholmes12

Summary: Who knew it would be so comfortable hiding in the closet while your boyfriend fights with his wife, wearing his boxers and smelling like sex? In Merlin’s defense, Arthur hadn’t been wearing his wedding band that night at the bar. But sex isn’t the only reason why Arthur’s seeing Merlin… One of Dr. Arthur Pendragon’s secrets will change Merlin’s life forever. Rated for infidelity, drug abuse, and explicit sex.

Words: 17,560

3. Making Other Plans by digthewriter

Summary: Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.

Words: 12,920

4. You Only Live Twice by storyforsomeone

Summary: Agent Arthur Pendragon is the best double-0 the agency has ever seen, trained and honed to be MI6’s finest weapon.He does not need a voice in his ear telling him how to do his job. He does not listen to stubborn geniuses who apparently had no sense of self-preservation and enjoyed baiting professional killers.He certainly does not fall in love with quartermasters with haunting blue-gold eyes and an irritating habit of saving his life.(Or the one where Arthur is 007, Merlin is Q, and they’re both still idiots.)

Words: 226K

5. A Question of Honour by schweet_heart

Summary: It took a few seconds for this to sink in. When it did, Merlin felt as if he’d been repeatedly hit over the head by a blunt object, and had to clutch at Arthur’s shoulder for support. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?!” He squeaked, his voice reaching a pitch that was probably only audible to bats and a handful of dogs.OR: Arthur is getting married, and there are certain things he wants to know before his wedding night. Apparently, Merlin is the only one he can ask.

Words: 10K

6. The Catalyst by Val_Creative

Summary: Merlin will never die. Time has withered him to a standoffish, hollow mimicry of what he has once been. The boy who wore his smiles with pride and genuine feeling.The worst part is he never truly lives, not until destiny spits Arthur Pendragon back out.

Words: 218,982

7. Mr & Mr Smith by Detochkina

Summary: Merlin Emrys is used to living life on the go. As an agent for the Agency of Magic, Merlin’s days are consumed by travel, exotic locations, and battling a faceless rival – an officer from the competing Bureau of Corrections, who is always hot on his heels and ready to one-up him. When Merlin is sent on a mission to Las Vegas to secure a powerful artifact, he allows himself one night off. Just one, because he bloody deserves it. Drinks and foreplay lead to a bet with a hot financial advisor he just met. Merlin ends up as a newlywed. Oops.

Words: 101,837

8. Merlin’s Just A Fast Learner by a_fuck_it_kind_of_lifestyle

Summary: A mysterious sorcerer saved the army of Camelot at Camlann, but more than that, he saved Arthur Pendragon. Upon returning home, Arthur discovers the errors of his ways, and vows to correct his father’s wrongs. He starts by lifting the ban on magic. But he realizes to fully understand the new world, he needs a court sorcerer. So he asks his most trusted friend to learn magic. Merlin, being an idiot, said yes. He quickly finds out that hiding his knowledge of magic while doing magic is almost as hard as hiding his deep unending love for Arthur. Arthur is still an oblivious idiot in every aspect of his life besides Uther, and doesn’t realize that he’s in love with his obvious sorcerer friend Merlin.

Words: 12K

9. Fire and Filigree by CreamMoon

Summary: For ten years Arthur is the youngest son of Sir Ector and Lady Evaine. When the lady of the household dies in childbirth that all ends, and he becomes an indentured servant to work off his debt of “ten years of care”. Ten years later he’s at his wit’s end catering to the household’s demands. But then a series of events set in motion by an aggravating Fae, a well meaning Knight, and an annoying stranger turn his world upside down.

Words: 20,688

10. Two Halves of the Whole by Fiery_archer_lav3nder_p1x1e

Summary: In a world where Alphas and Omegas are seen as sub-human, treated like animals, and isolated from the world, two boys find each other. The world may not see them as anything, but to each other, and the rest of their kind, they’re a beacon of hope. They’ve survived years in a system that looks only to obliterate those with their special capabilities, but once they find each other, they take their lives back…. together. Who knows what this could mean for the world.

Words: 82,171

11. The Dragon of Avalon by darklydreamingdoctor

When Merlin is wounded at Camlann instead of Arthur, the two journey to Avalon in a final attempt to save the sorcerer's life. Once there they receive help from an unexpected source... with unexpected consequences.

Words: 26,474

12. It’s a Safeguarding Issue by Guessimaclotpole

Arthur Pendragon is a 23-year-old NQT preparing for his first year of teaching Music to international students at Durham University; and he is all kinds of stressed and nervous. So, when cocky northerner Emrys ends up dumped in his class, his first year of teaching becomes anything other than what he’d expected.

Emrys Smith is a 20-year-old talented local student who has applied for the music course at Durham University with a full scholarship, and with pressure from his Mother. He was the only local student to pass the entry requirements and on his first day he is thrown in with the international students. There he meets his lecturer, Arthur Pendragon, and fresh meat is always the easiest target.

After a horrible event takes place, Arthur and Emrys form a bond which they can’t allow to become anything more than a standard Teacher/Student relationship- but Arthur learns of Emrys’ dark background and can’t help but feel tenderly for him.

Only after Arthur pushes Emrys away does he realise he’s head over heels for his student.

Words: 48,871

13. down came the lightning on me by ladililn

Plot twist: it turns out Arthur doesn't have any problem with Merlin kissing guys if it's Arthur he's kissing.

Words: 11,731

14. Knight of the Temple by rotrude

When Edessa, a city and county conquered during the first crusade, falls to Atabeg Zengi, Pope Eugene II pleads for the start of a new expedition. Meanwhile Norman knight Arthur Pendragon is faced with the prospect of an arranged marriage. The only way out for him is joining the brethren of the Temple. It's in the Holy Land he meets the mysterious Merlin.

Words: 33,435

15. King & Lionheart by Bohemia

For someone with so many secrets, Merlin doesn't think he's very good at lying. So agreeing to discuss his friendship with the Prince of Wales at University as part of a televised documentary is probably not a good idea. Juggling magic, Royal protocol, suave (and persistent) Dukes, a Princess with attitude, and a serious amount of coursework was only the start. Oh and then there was Arthur himself. Yeah, probably shouldn't mention much about that...

Words: 263,877

16. We Need to Talk by schweet_heart

Arthur and Merlin work together. They also used to sleep together. That was a long time ago - but now Arthur wants Merlin back.

Words: 23,400

17. As the Tide Comes Tumbling In by Polomonkey

Merlin never thought that being a politician's husband would make him a target. But then he's kidnapped by two men looking for Arthur's attention and finds himself trapped in a living nightmare.

Words: 4,540

18. Song of Runes by Plutonia

When Arthur confronts Morgana in the throne room, hearing the name 'Emrys' for the first time in years has his mind reeling. He gave up on finding his soulmate long ago. Now he's supposed to believe that not only is it an old man, but also a sorcerer?

Words: 10,938

19. Rebuilding a Stone Circle by TheLadyCassandra

After Merlin reveals his magic in an ambush. Arthur's choices and Merlin's fierce loyalty mean that the way ahead will not be easy.

Words: 19,849

20. The Cold Light of Morning by Clea2011

Uther had plans for Arthur. They didn't involve him choosing his own omega. They certainly didn't involve him choosing a servant for that role.

Words: 26,598

21. Modern Merlin AU by V_L_G_4200

Inspired by tumblr posts by 'katiemcgrath'

"Almost got arrested." "What?? Why?" "Punched the Prince of Wales." "Was he angry?" "I don’t know. Gave me his number." "You going to call him?" "Nah, gonna post it on Twitter."

Words: 6,720

22. A Song of Life by fancyh

Canon divergence from episode 5x03: The Death Song of Uther Pendragon. What would have happened if Arthur overheard Merlin and Uther, if he found out about Merlin's magic then?

Words: 8,224

23. You wanted to get lost in the woods by Miledh

Arthur cuenta los días esperando que sea el momento de regresar, pero antes de poder reunirse con el joven mago, el legendario rey deberá demostrar una vez más lo que hay en su corazón.

Ávalon es una tierra de magia y mitos, y el bosque es profundo más allá de los árboles.

« I found you, and it was magical. Then you wandered off into the woods and never come back. I tried yo find you again, but you didn't want to be found. I looked everywhere, but you walked away and I lost you. »

Kayden Lomahan

Words: 10,665

24. Little Talks KnownAsEmrys

Merlin lost the three most important people to him and unsurprisingly he has a hard time adjusting to it. He loses his job and he no longer has anywhere to go when his apartment building gets torn down. Luckily, Arthur, the man he's only met twice, and who is adored by their mutual friends, has a spare room. Or,

In which Merlin needs a place to stay and his friends decide to move him in with the rich workaholic he barely knows.

Words: 57,893

25. and we'll be glowing in the dark by destroyerofhearts

Every Christmas throughout his childhood until he moved out of home, his father had always set up his Christmas themed model train and town set. A wave of nostalgia rushed through Arthur as he admired the little building that held many fond memories of Christmas with his family growing up. Rifling through the box next to the first one he’d open, he revealed the train and its tracks, buried underneath several Christmas lights. And it was in that moment that inspiration struck.

In which Merlin is the grinch, Arthur is a real Christmas enthusiast, and Christmas light competitions are most definitely a thing.

Words: 2,246

26. More Than A Feeling by staymagical

P.I. Arthur Pendragon has always considered himself good at his job, relying more on his gut instincts and intuition than his mediocre skills at spell casting and half-assed illusions. But it's enough and he gets the job done, more or less. A woman asking for his aid in tracking down her missing daughter, a familiar no less, is just another case in his books. Until it isn't.

Merlin Emrys hasn't known much in life, happiness perhaps as a child, then the dark shades of society and cruelty bled through as he got older. At 25, he's used it by now. It comes with being a familiar in a witch dominated world. And in the dark underbelly of the city where he resides, he has little choice in how he wants to live. Only whether he survives.

Purely by chance, they stumble upon each other and together, end up discovering the sinister secrets of the city's underbelly.

Words: 6,311

GEN:

1. Rend and Rebuild by PeaceHeather

One wrong move in the heat of battle changes everything. Merlin is a sorcerer, and Arthur has stabbed him.

Words: 103,598

2. Do You Feel Like a Young God? by onceandfuturewarlock

When Merlin's magic is discovered by the last person he ever would have expected, he soon finds himself a pawn in the most twisted, dangerous game he's ever played, no way to win, and no way out - unless, of course, he changes the rules.

Words: 22,038

3. Stronger Than by NotNecessarilyInThatOrder

“I said I was dying.” Arthur sighed.“I don’t have time for this.” “Would you have had time to retrieve my corpse?” Merlin thought, then nearly smacked himself when Arthur’s expression made him realize he’d spoken out loud. Could Merlin have told the truth if Arthur had been willing to listen that morning? What would that mean for their future? For Morgana's?

Words: 38,034

4. The Siege Perilous by CarverTwain

Druids came for Hunith's son long ago. Years later, a man named Emrys and his apprentice are captured as Druids in Camelot. But Emrys strikes a deal with Uther: as long as the King allows Emrys to live as a political prisoner in the dungeons, the Druids will stay far away from Camelot. Uther agrees. Hated and feared, Emrys works to gain the trust of his jailers.

Words: 26,781

5. A Sea and Four Centuries by MDJensen

In which Lancelot and Aramis wake up in the wrong beds-- and the wrong countries, and the wrong centuries.

Words: 13,613

6. Knowledge does not mean Understanding by Selene467

In a time when Merlin's magic is outed and accepted -something he never thought possible months ago- Arthur is shown that despite knowing how strong Merlin is, he doesn't fully understand -comprehend- just how powerful he truly is. A dangerous conflict in which Merlin all but sacrifices himself to save everyone else, shows Arthur that there is far more to Merlin than he thought possible. Gaius wasn't kidding when he told Arthur that Merlin was the strongest sorcerer ever to have lived.

Words: 13,147

7. A Criminal's Burial by gecko818

Upon awakening in a strange castle with no memory of the last week, Arthur learned that not only had he been recovering from poison, but that Merlin was responsible for the betrayal. Unfortunately, the boy was reportedly killed by Arthur's own sword and left to rot. Little does he know, the story is a mere ruse to conquer Camelot.

Words: 34,761

8. The Right Thing by AithuzahFic

Merlin jumped when Arthur spoke.

“He didn’t deny it,” he said, his voice low and cool.

“I’m sorry?”

“He said he loved her and would never hurt her, but he never said it wasn’t true.”

Words: 3,734

9. Silence Cuts Loudest Through the Chaos by 1917farmgirl

Kidnapped by a mad king, Arthur and Merlin must rely on each other like never before. While Arthur struggles with choices that put his heart and duty at odds, Merlin struggles just to stay alive after being stripped of his magic and freedom. With impossible choices and heavy secrets weighing them down, can they manage to escape before all is lost?

Words: 73,213

10. The Truth of Who We Are by Marie_Iliea

Set into the wall, a brazier evenly spaced between them, were words, each with the imprint of a hand below it, and a pair of footprints set into the floor below that. Loyalty, Strength, Courage, Servitude, Magic, Nobility, Humility, Authority, and Discipline. Merlin recognized the riddle right away, having met the dwarf during Arthur’s quest. He knew three of the names, three of the matches — and it terrified him. What would the others make of him being Magic? He shivered, a thrill of fear running down his spine.

Or: When Arthur and the knights go hunting, but events take a predictably unusual turn that exposes Merlin's magic to them all -- and then it all goes, quite literally, to the Otherworld.

Words: 6,501

11. Some Things Are Meant to Be by 1917farmgirl

For Merlin, having the world fall apart around him was nothing new, but having someone there to help him pick up the pieces afterwards unfortunately was. Until it happened twice, with two very special people who appeared in his life when he most needed saving.

Words: 6,720

12. Conversation with a Goldsmith by Signal27

Arthur has commissioned rings for his new knights that helped him take back Camelot from Morgause, Morgana, and the immortal army. Along with the rings, he learns a history that his father never told him...about a dragonlord that helped put his father on the throne. Balinor. Post season 3. Arthur figures a few thing out, but keeps it secret.

Words: 46,594

ARWEN:

1. The Three Guineveres by CyberQueens

It probably was too much to expect, that a royal wedding in Camelot could ever go on without trouble, doppelgangers, ghosts and an attempted assassination. And only about half of it was Merlin’s fault this time.

Words: 93,517

2. The Peasant King (and His Noble Queen) by CyberQueens

Arthur, long-lost illegitimate son of Uther Pendragon, enjoys the simple peasant’s life, in a simple village, as he worries about simple things. That is, until the day Merlin comes to make him king. Elsewhere, Guinevere, descended from a great and noble family of equally great and noble standing, mourns her father, and the fact that he left his crown to her brother.

With peace and stability in Albion resting on an alliance between their kingdoms, the two of them are a match made in heaven – in everyone’s opinion but their own, of course.

Words: 37,168

3. A Matter of Pride by WoodlandGoddess1

Arthur gazed down at the photograph of his uncle for another moment and then looked out at his wife once more. He let her blatant bisexual pride flood through him and fill the cavern of his chest. He raised his chin and squared his shoulders as he made a decision that could change his life as he knew it:

He was going to the pride festival.

Words: 34,555

4. Living with Merlin by rubberglue

Gwen needs a place to live and Merlin needs a house mate. It's (almost) perfect.

Words: 21,937

5. Not Your Everyday Arthurian Fantasy by sophielou21

Gwen gives Arthur the shock of a lifetime when she tells him she is pregnant. Deciding to keep the child, they embark on the difficult task of telling their friends and family members the news - and leave a path of chaos in their wake.

[Originally posted on LiveJournal in 2010, under the title 'One Morning On Wednesday' following a prompt on the then-Arthur/Gwen community Camelot_Love, posted by a friend. This is a tongue-in-cheek reimagining of BBC Merlin's Camelot set in a modern alternative version of Britain - or Albion - today.]

Words:15026

6. Above The Law by JustineofQueens

Arthur and Morgana Pendragon are Albion's finest brother and sister detectives who work alongside attorneys Elyan and Guinevere of Leodegrance & Leodegrance Law Firm, putting away Albion's worst criminals. But one criminal has eluded them thus far. Myron Crook.

Words: 112,149

7. The Other Princess by Funny.Bonez

When Morgana runs away after finding out she is to be married to the prince of Camelot, it is up to Gwen to step in and take her place. But with all the twist and turns that life has to offer, can Gwen really handle marrying Arthur? Or will she run to? AU

Words: 79,355

8. Marriage by Agreement by sportyshuie

Arthur’s a womaniser and wants Gwen in his bed by all means, including marrying her through cheat and gamble. Gwen loathes Arthur yet succumbs to the loveless marriage for her father. But destiny mentions Arthur’s first wife will die and only his second will bring him happiness. And Elena is waiting in the wings. Read as the drama unfolds … will Gwen die or will she live?

Words: 165,122

9. Forbidden by Thepinkhouseowner

He’s a world-famous actor, she’s just a simple costume designer for the film he’s starring in. He likes blondes, fake boobs and good times. She is gentle, genuine and quietly beautiful. Not even a one night stand could ever happen… could it?

Words: 71,612

10. Desperate Measures by niklovr

Speculation fic. Guinevere fears that Morgana's enchantment has affected her fertility. So she considers magic to help her produce an heir. Meanwhile, Arthur's investigation into sorcery will lead him to question his greatest ally. Will include Merlin, Gaius, the Knights, & maybe Morgana. Spoilers: 5x06, 5x07, 5x08, and 5x09.

Words: 56,706

11. The Wife by tudor-rose445

As the wife of the prince Gwen knows that she is destined to one day rule beside him. Yet the road to the throne will not be simple. The second entry in "The Once and Future" series.

Words: 45,843

MERWAINE:

1. The Price of Eight For One by dancingpenss

The soulmate words were seemingly the one form of magic Uther Pendragon could not best. Merlin has never wanted hers; they are sure to be a great deal of trouble on top of being a warlock. After all, soulmarks are a type of magic, and she has eight.

Words: 45,877

2. the one where everybody finds out by nanwashbrad

A series of shorts about how the people of Camelot found out about Gwaine and Merlin.

Words: 3,598

3. If I Had a Heart I Could Love You by SolarMaga

Given Merlin’s track record he felt himself quite justified in his brutal crushing of any romantic feelings, no matter how vague. Besides, Merlin had a destiny. He had to keep a close watch on Arthur, how could he do that if he was too busy being in love?

Compared to Merlin, Gwaine opened his heart wholly to anyone willing to peek within, that didn’t mean though that any one person held his heart. No, Gwaine left himself open to any but never let anyone in long enough to take root.

Merlin refusing to accept that he might possibly have romantic feelings for anyone. Gwaine can't quite figure out why he keeps thinking kissing his best friend until he does. Poor Lancelot is left shaking his head at the two of them. So what if the Perfect Knight tries to push his friends into each others arms? Someone had to do it.

Words: 11,792

4. Endless by MumblePhantomFox

Although Merlin would've liked to have thrown in the towel, what he wanted to be an end was only yet another beginning. And with new royalty making waves, magical threats continuing to surface, and a new generation to protect, Albion has no intention of letting him disappear anytime soon.

Words: 5,641

5. A New Day by Hershey_chan

"Loving Arthur was, without a doubt, the most painful thing Merlin had ever endured...

As Merlin stood in front of an applauding crowd, wearing fine robes to match the new title of Court Sorcerer that Arthur had bestowed upon him with Queen Guinevere at his side, Merlin wondered why he was still alive. He had completed his destiny, hadn’t he? Now he had no purpose. For some reason, it seemed natural to Merlin that people died because they had finished what they were placed on this world to achieve. Why else would it be fair that all of Merlin’s loved ones had died saving other people, which they must have been destined to do?

But Merlin was not dying. He felt in perfect health, and thanks to his protection spells surrounding the castle and the whole of Camelot, he would not be killed in some kind of attack. Merlin looked first at Arthur’s beaming face, then at Gwen’s, then turned to survey the room of happy people. He felt sick."

With his destiny completed, countless loved ones dead, and his love for Arthur unrequited, Merlin finds himself lacking the will to live. Gwaine tries to give him a purpose again.

Words: 19,557

6. The Traveler and The Servant by MagicLovesStrength

Gwaine met Merlin months ago, but never expected to see him again captured in Cenred's dungeon, bound to the floor with chains. He knows they have to get out, before Cenred can harm them both, or kill them.

Words: 2,537

BALINOR/HUNITH:

1. The Merman and the Maiden by LittensTinyMittens

Hunith Faber is Uther Pendragon's Personal Assistant. She hates her job, but the pay is decent, at least until she can find another one. Due to their office being under repairs, he is working from his massive mansion, and she is joining him.

She never expected to find a merman in his huge aquarium.

Words: 6,729

MERWEN:

1. love takes you in by queervampire

"It wasn’t my fault!" Merlin defended, while Gwen just pointed to him and said, "It was his idea!"

The baby in her arms gurgled with amusement.

(The one where Merlin and Gwen become co-parents, Morgana plays matchmaker, Arthur is clueless, and magic druid babies make everything better.)

Words: 10,501

FREYLIN:

1. stolen moments by daisy_chains

It is on rare occasions, when the sun burns brightly and magic thrums melodically in the air, that Freya manages to slip away from her watery grave to join her lover for a few stolen moments.

Words: 5,436

LEON/PERCIVAL:

1. You're My Home by ThexBrokenxMirror

Nothing is as it seems to be in Camelot. People are starting to get sick with what they are calling the 'Illness'. Soon they are going to learn that Morgana isn't the only one they have to fear. Especially when this enemy is something they've never seen before.

Words: 15,907

MERLIN/LANCELOT:

1. Starting the End by Uniasus

When Arthur and the knights walk out of the Lake of Avalon, Merlin's not sure what to think. He's seen some awful things, but Arthur's arrival hints that what's to come could be worse. Sadly, Merlin has no clue what it is.

And on top of that, they no longer work as a unit. Merlin's relationships with them all have shifted, partly because they all now know he has magic, partly because in the modern world he's a million more times successful (and has the cash to prove it), and partly because in the roughly two thousand years he's been walking the Earth he's spent lifetimes with the individual knights, come to love each and every one, and they don't remember.

Words: 26,265

MULTIPLE:

1. Let Them Go And Fade Into Light by Lion_owl

After the victory at Camlann and the death of Morgana, Queen Guinevere has lifted the ban on magic and Camelot is thriving – but with a new threat looming on the horizon, Arthur and the other fallen knights must return considerably sooner than Merlin anticipated; and they have a surprising ally by their side

Words: 3,347

#merthur #merwaine #arwen #merwen #freylin #wip week #roundup #merlinwritermonth2018

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Lowkey - Bryan Rust x Reader

Anonymous said: Since you're taking requests, could I request a bryan rust imagine where you guys are secretly dating because you're someone on the teams sister and you don't want to tell them yet but you're all at a party and you and him are trying to be lowkey and some guy keeps hitting on you so he gets jealous and finally admits that you guys are dating and it ends really cute? Sorry this is so long! Thank you!

A/N: Oh thank you so much for this request! I LOVE Bryan Rust with all of my soul. I also picked Conor to be her brother bc I love that boy. a lot. okay well enjoy! and yes, a boy named adam has wronged me in the past which explains the boy. also damn this is rly long lol oops.

I recommend watching this video before you read ;)

Warnings: language, drinking, creepy boy, sexual comments/innuendos,

Word Count: ~1,500

Being the sister of Conor Sheary had it’s perks. Free tickets to games, great seats, meeting some amazing people, getting to ride in the Stanley Cup parade last year alongside your big brother.

Not to mention that Conor is such a great brother, he is always there for you and you’ve been best friends for your entire lives. Being only a year apart in age, the two of you are very close.

But being the sister of an NHL star, also came with its downsides. The main one being that you fell for one of his teammates and were very afraid to tell your older brother.

Bryan Rust. You and Bryan started talking one night after a game. After winning, some of the guys went out for drinks and Conor brought you along. While Conor was busy dancing with his girlfriend, you were sitting next to Bryan and the two of you got to talking.

You realized that you had a lot in common and he was just very fun to talk to. By the end of the night Conor had ditched you to go home with Jordan and Bryan offered to drive you home since your brother had been your ride.

When he pulled up in front of your apartment building he nervously asked if he could have your number and of course you gladly gave it to him.

From there, you two texted frequently until Bryan finally asked you on a date.

You’ve been together ever since. The only problem with your perfect relationship is that it has to be kept secret. Both you and Bryan agree that telling Conor might not be the best idea. So you kept it hidden..

You pull up to Sidney’s house and Conor parks the car in the street. Tons of other cars are already lining the street. You climb out of the car and cross the street to Sid’s house with Conor by your side.

As soon as you walk in, Sid greets you and your brother with a wide grin.

Conor disappears as you start a conversation with the captain.

After talking to him for a minute, you ask if he has seen Bryan anywhere and he raises a brow but points you in the direction where he last saw your boyfriend.

You thank him and walk away in the direction Sid gave you.

You soon find Bryan, dancing with Hagelin to a Fergie song, no surprise, and you laugh as you watch them.

He glances in your direction and winks at you and you shake your head, laughing harder.

“G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S” Bryan and Carl use their arms to make the letters as Fergie says them.

You grab a beer and crack it open as you continue to watch Bryan.

“We flying the first class, up in the sky Poppin' champagne, livin' the life In the fast lane and I wont change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy”

Bryan and Carl continue to dance, singing along and having almost a choreographed routine to the song. The whole thing is extremely amusing to you as you watch with your drink in your hand.

“Hey there, beautiful.” a deep voice says from beside you and you glance over, seeing a stranger and you only nod in response as you turn back to watching your boyfriend.

The man doesn’t take the hint however, and tries to start up a conversation with you. “Name’s Adam. What’s yours?”

“Y/N.” you answer, reluctantly.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” you cringe internally at his use of such a cliché line.

You nod and look at him from the corner of your eye.

“I know those guys. We’re pretty good friends.” he says, referring to Carl and Bryan in a failed attempt to impress you after noticing that you were watching them. You raise a brow, skeptical that this man you’ve never met before would know Bryan, much less be ‘pretty good friends’ with him.

“Hm, really? So do I.” you answer, taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh, really?” he says, seeming to regret his lie.

“Mmhm.” you hum in response, seeing Bryan look over at you while still dancing. You share a look with him and shake your head as subtly as possible, telling him not to do anything that will reveal your secret.

The song finally ends and Bryan moves to stand next to some of the other guys and continues to watch you and the stranger.

The man continues talking to you, not leaving you any opportunity to politely bow out of the conversation.

“Dude, who’s that guy talking to Y/N?” Dumo asks Bryan.

“I don’t know.” Bryan answers, his voice low.

Finally, you are presented with an opportunity to leave the conversation when Maureen Kunitz, bless her soul, sees you struggling and walks over, starting up a conversation with you. The man stands silently for a moment as you talk to Maureen and then, realizing she isn’t leaving anytime soon, says a quick ‘See ya later, gorgeous’ with a wink and then walks away.

“See ya later gorgeous?” Maureen repeats once he is out of earshot, doubling over in laughter.

“When does he think he will see me?” you say, laughing with her.

You thank Maureen for saving you and then part ways, her going to find Chris and you walking over to Bryan and the other guys he is with. Hags, Cole, and Dumo greet you with smiles.

“Who was that guy there, Y/N?” Dumo asks, raising his brows suggestively, not knowing that the other Bryan right next to him was the only guy you actually wanted to talk to.

“No one. At all. Hope I never see him again in my life.” you respond, looking at your boyfriend briefly.

The three men laugh and then change the topic which you are grateful for. You look at Bryan again and give him a small smile.

He returns it but it doesn’t seem whole hearted. You sigh, knowing he’s angry that he can’t publicly be your boyfriend yet. It’s something that bothers him frequently, especially when other guys flirt with you.

Later, you are in the backyard, by the pool in search of your brother. Until your search is rudely interrupted by none other than Mr. ‘See ya later gorgeous’ coming up beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey gorgeous, miss me?” you sigh as the words leave his mouth and are about to put the poor boy out of his misery and attempt to let him down easily but before you can say a word, your boyfriend lets himself into the conversation.

Bryan steps up to you and pushes Adam off of you. “Get your hands off her.” Bryan snaps at the man.

“And why would I ever do that?” Adam responds with a sly smirk. You crinkle your nose in disgust.

Bryan grits his teeth together and steps closer to Adam and you grab his arm to stop him from hitting the guy.

“Bry, stop. Just let it go.” you say quietly, your hands wrapped around his arm, pulling him away.

“Oh I get it,” Adam chuckles. You continue walking away, pulling an angry Bryan along with you. “Hey, sweetheart, when you get bored with him, call me!” Adam yells from behind you.

A low growl emits from your boyfriends throat but before he can move to punch the man, you grab his face and kiss him. Successfully distracting him and pissing off Adam enough that he finally walks away, but also very unsuccessfully keeping your relationship a secret.

“Y/N?” you hear your brother’s voice, making you pull away from Bryan quickly.

“Hey, Con. Um... I can explain.” you stutter, looking up at your brother nervously.

“No need. I saw the whole thing. How long have you been dating?” Conor asks calmly, completely shocking you as you thought he would be angry with you for dating a teammate.

“About 4 months now.” Bryan answers, rubbing the back of his neck, just as nervous as you are and still angry about the persistent guy.

“Congrats, wish you told me sooner, sis,” he says, with a large smile.

“I-I thought you’d be mad?”

Conor chuckles, “Nah, you guys are good together. I’m happy for you.” he opens his arms for a hug and you gladly return it.

“Thanks, Conor.” you say after pulling away.

He nods and turns to walk away but stops and turns back around to look at Bryan. “Rusty, I like you. But if you ever hurt her..” he trails off and Bryan laughs nervously, nodding to show that he knows where the sentence was headed.

“I would never.” he answers sincerely, making you smile.

Conor nods, satisfied with his answer, and then walks back into the house.

You move closer to Bryan again and take both of his hands in yours. “I’m sorry that I kept this a secret for so long. I was scared that Conor wouldn’t approve and I didn’t want to lose my brother or you.”

“I know. But it’s out now, so it’s okay. Now I can proudly show off my beautiful girlfriend wherever I go.” you smile at that and lean into him.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and places a kiss on your temple, leading you back inside and heading straight for the improvised dance floor to choreograph a routine for another Fergie song; but this time, you get to help.

#conor sheary #bryan rust #bryan rust imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #pittsburgh penguins #pittsburgh penguins imagine

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twiexmachina · 7 years

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Episode 2 Done ahhhhh I the game is flying by!!

Vaughn is unreasonably buff and I love it. Dude you can’t get that from an exercise bike how dude.

Everyone is blown away by it. Rhys is a good bro, Jack is just what, and Hugo is just uncomfortable yes be uncomfortable you got nothing on Vaughn.

Also I’m so glad that him and Rhys are shown being friends. Like I don’t know how they became friends, but just having them go bro bro bro is just...it was good you know they were friends.

We got to thank Vaughn too ;w;

Met Jack and he’s.....great. Just great.

Also glad he got over that serious pixilation from the end of episode one I was going to say it would be a pain if every scene he was in if he was covered in cubes.

He’s such an asshole and I’m okay with that. For now.

Rhys keeps smoothing his hair back with his right hand like whenever he gets nervous it’s an adorable tell.

The Socks are great and I’m glad we kept seeing them.

“I wonder why people ship Jack and Rhys, I mean other than the fact they’re two reasonably attractive men in the same room together.” *Vaughn just outs Rhys as being obsessed, having posters of Jack in his room* “Okay that’s why”

Rhys if you keep talking during choices without a time limit I’m going to sit there and listen to you.

Fiona and Sasha are really well written but they’re seriously written with like quiet wit so they get overshadowed easily which is a shame because they have so many good moments and Sasha is so angry I love it but I keep focusing on the assholes because they’re funnier.

I still love you girls

I love that they kept breaking the fourth wall, making it more obvious that this is a story and that there are some embellishments. Which means Fiona was like “Yeah she had glowing red eyes. You can’t prove me wrong they were glowing red eyes they were so creepy it happened no, shut up, especially you Rhys”

I still think the “bro” “bro” “bro” conversation happened because that was adorable you can’t take that from me.

August is so desperate Sasha better kick him in the dick when she’s not being threatened with a gun.

“She conned you” “...but does she like me? Do you think we can work through this?”

“Yeah Jack used to punch me in the face a lot it was our thing” “Oh man I wish Jack punched me he just spat on me” All the porn I’ve been reading makes sense now.

Trust Jack who cannot be trusted vs. Trust Fiona who is threatening them with a bomb I just couldn’t see how that would work I’m sorry I had to trust the asshole.

Jack possessing Rhys made his eye gold

Rhys’ eye is gold in the scenes with the stranger

I don’t like this implication

But Jack gave him good fashion sense at least.

Seriously Rhys’ shirt is half pinstriped so it matches his half pinstriped pants it’s fucking stupid I hate him and his asymmetry.

But Jack’s poofy shirt makes it look like he’s wearing a sweatshirt tied around his waist. He doesn’t know fashion either.

How do you even make a glowing eye gold anyway? I suppose I’ll find out.

I’m going to sleep. But I’m excited. I should actually see if I cant get enough written to post something fun here tomorrow but. the game. calls.

#Twi Plays Borderlands #I'm really having fun with this game

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sunshineinmyveins · 7 years

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okay but my get down thoughts:

Because it’s almost Monday and I have seen NONE YET.

Behind a cut because spoilers abound (and that’s a sentence I don’t think I’ve written since 2009).

- First and to get this out of the way, it is DEEPLY troubling that in a show that’s supposed to be as diverse as it is and as representative of hip hop/disco culture as it is, The Get Down has positioned all of its darker skinned characters as the most morally corrupt (Fat Annie, some of her gangsters, Cadillac to a certain extent) or corruptible (Cadillac again, Shao, Boo Boo, Yolanda if you count her attack of morals as the disloyalty it’s presented as).

Meanwhile, the lightest skinned characters - Zeke and Mylene - are about as incorruptible as it’s possible for them to be. Ra-Ra is also, without question or contest, Good. And while Dizzee sits in a similar space, his queerness also removed him from much of Part Two’s larger narrative in a way that was both magical and also did a huge disservice to his character.

- To continue in this vein, the fact that the only major Black female lead is Fat Annie is appalling. By her very nature and name, Fat Annie is a product of fatphobic stereotypes. Adding to that, she’s dark-skinned which perpetuates negative, colorist and anti-Black ideas that deliberately attack dark-skinned Black women and contribute to their continued oppression. She’s both positioned as kind of a mammy (with her creepy mommy schtick) and a hypersexualized predator (with her rape-y everything else), delivering a one-two punch that combines two of the most harmful stereotypes about Black women into one nasty character. And as one of, if not the ONLY, irredeemable villains of color on the show (one can argue that even Mylene’s father who we saw brutally beat both his wife AND daughter was positioned as empathetic in the end after the truth dropped and he killed himself), she’s aligned within the narrative with the likes of the Yale and Yuppie racists rather than being given the same nuance and empathetic treatment as the rest of the POC cast.

- Last major complaint is also tied into something I really enjoyed about the series as a whole, and loved seeing played out again here: I needed more Dizzee and Thor and queerness in general. And I’m genuinely torn on this because I absolutely adored the comic book motif and the fact that Dizzee is the heart of the story - made sweeter by the fact that he, himself, thinks it’s Boo-Boo - means SO MUCH TO ME. I thought the exploration of this beautiful, bisexual alien was wonderfully done and minimalist in a way that worked but also edged along the line of “we’re too cowardly to actually explore non-heterosexuality in the same way we explore heterosexuality”. Dizzee and Thor’s relationship plays out in visual metaphors. And even the moment when Dizzee and Thor confess their love to each other happens in a drug-and-dream state that doesn’t actually exist. I don’t know that I needed a cut-to-black sex scene, but I wanted at least ONE concrete moment between the two of them that wasn’t just Dizzee painting a stripe down Thor’s face (which was STILL SO LOVELY). Also, you don’t get to make Dizzee the heart and soul of your story, give him a grand total of 30 minutes screentime (and that’s being GENEROUS) and leave us on that kind of cliffhanger. That’s just emotional manipulation.

- Speaking of queerness, though, I LOVE the motif of Queer Spaces as Safe Spaces in The Get Down. Though there are Black spaces that are safe, not all of them are. On the flip-side, I think all of the queer spaces we see in The Get Down are presented as welcoming, warm, restorative, and transformative. From the club Thor takes Dizzee to at the end of Part One, to Ruby Con - which is only made unsafe by Mylene’s militantly religious father’s invasion - to Jackie’s apartment in the finale, and even Thor and Dizzee’s crash pad/love nest, queer spaces are presented in a way that reminds me of how it feels every time I walk into a gay club or bar. I do wish we saw these spaces as more diverse because there’s something unsettling about how they seem predominately white, but there’s something so special about the fact that the two most open and supportive and magical environments our main characters find themselves in are The Get Down, and queer clubs/homes. It’s also historically important to the history of disco that these queer clubs are vital to the growth and development of Mylene’s career.

- MORE ON QUEERNESS BECAUSE CAN WE TALK ABOUT SHAOLIN FANTASTIC FOR A SECOND? So after Part One, we all were like “Shao, you’re obviously in love with Books, come on, son.” But Part Two leaned HEAVILY into this subtext. I wish we’d gotten something more resolute out of it (again, I don’t know if it was cowardice or what) but I will say the development of the subtext was still really emotional for me. First, there’s Shao’s obvious jealousy in the first episode. This isn’t anything new, but it’s blatant and almost uncomfortable to witness. And then, after the show at Les Inferno when shit hits the fan, things get real. Mylene confronts Shao and during their horrible, ugly fight she finally brings up what’s been lurking under the surface about Shao’s possible feelings for Zeke. Shao says “I ain’t no f****t” because of course he does, and she tells him to get his own man. And then he says more horrible things to her because Shao is kind of a terrible person and it turns out, queer or not, Zeke is basically the only person Shao loves or has probably ever loved.

But queer or not? That’s the question. WE DON’T KNOW. One super significant, absolutely beautiful scene to me was when Shao realized where they could find Dizzee and tracked him to the crash pad/love nest. This is where I think we could’ve at LEAST seen Dizzee and Thor in a more compromising position but either way, Shao walked in and knew exactly what was up. Even before the tag to the scene, I thought it was incredibly significant that of all the characters to find Dizzee alone (by entering not only a literal queer space but Dizzee’s very queer narrative), it was Shao. But the tag is lovely, with Shao essentially designating himself as a safe space for Dizzee and validating Dizzee’s sexuality. This from the one character who uses the f slur the most out of anyone other than, perhaps, Cadillac. Which may or may not be purposeful and significant (but is certainly as annoying and hurtful in Part Two as it was in Part One).

Also I have to say here that I don’t know if I’m mixing up Shao’s story with Todd Chavez in BoJack Horseman (which I also just binged) but I feel like there’s a moment in Part Two where Shao implies that his romantic/sexual life and/or understanding of sex/romance is stunted because of what Annie did to him. This obviously doesn’t mean he’s queer, but if this moment happened it does indicate that Shao’s never really had the chance to figure out what he is. Either way, we see exactly how much his trauma has affected his relationship with Zeke during their breakup. Later, when Annie threatens to kill Zeke she refers to him as Shao’s boyfriend. It’s an attempt to emasculate him, but Shao’s response now - rather than saying he’s not gay - is to say that Zeke’s not his “fucking boyfriend” in a tone that’s at least as defeated as it is defensive.

There’s something innately Other about the way that Shao’s feelings for Zeke are framed and that’s been the case from the beginning, but combined with some narrative play and the way third parties are starting to respond, it’s pretty clear the question of Shao’s sexuality hasn’t been answered. Whether he’s bisexual, gay, or homoromantic ace, I think the door has at least been left open.

- And while we’re on Shao, I have to say I don’t remember if Part One really delved into his history of abuse. I think the implication was always that his relationship with Annie was toxic and abusive but in the way of a drug kingpin with a favored pet. So while I definitely read it for what it was, it wasn’t confirmed until Part Two. Shao comes as close as he can to admitting that he he’s been raped and brainwashed by Annie and the thread of his story that addresses the wounds he obviously still carries is subtle and powerful and PAINFUL. And the way that Cadillac is folded into that story was really moving, too. The show went from playing their jealousy as the trope of “inadequate son hates the favored adopted son” to really looking at the roots of abuse leading to that situation and to Cadillac’s codependency. And the moment between Shao and Cadillac when Shao lays it all out there and tells Cadillac he knows they both suffered the same abuse was HEARTBREAKING. And shocking in the best way. The fact that this show allowed this kind of vulnerability between two of the more hyper-masculine characters in the show is HUGE. And this is where yes, I’m probably reading too much into it, but I do find it really fascinating that these two men who were sexually abused and are still BEING abused use the f-slur the most liberally. It probably means nothing but it is really fascinating.

- Though I think they did Yolanda dirty (and I get it, it made for great conflict, just really annoying) I DO appreciate Mylene’s loyalty to her girls. And their loyalty to, and belief in, her. Yeah, there’s some sketchy purity stuff involved with Mylene that contributes to this, but it’s also really refreshing to see a story where the most drama the girls had was because one of them wasn’t comfortable being half-naked and grinding on strangers in a club. The rest of the time they love and support each other and that’s awesome.

- The love story between Mylene’s mom and her uncle-dad was SO BEAUTIFUL. I mean it was beautiful in Part One but other than Shao/Zeke and Dizzee/Thor, I think it’s probably my favorite. Just so well-written and well-acted and lovely and painful.

- Still love that The Whites are pretty much globally THE WORST on this show. And love that their proximity to queerness actually indicates how trustworthy they are. Thor? The best. Jackie? Troubled, possibly not to be trusted, but all-in for Mylene. The Australian director guy? Suss until he comes to Jackie’s apartment party. And everyone after that is pretty much trash.

- Honestly some great, shocking moments and zingers in the dialogue. The musical set-pieces were all FABULOUS. The use of music throughout was just top-notch. I was deep in my feelings and loved every minute of it.

- But mostly I LOVE MY PRECIOUS BRONX BABIES AND WANT THEM ALL TO BE SAFE AND HAPPY FOREVER.

. . . I think that’s it. A day has lapsed since I started this tbh so I think some of my thoughts have since drifted to the back of my mind and might yet come back.

#the get down #meta #i just have a lot of feelings okay

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dahliias · 7 years

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hello children it me theye. i am playing my love, my life, dahlia. you can read about my trash monster below n as always pls come plot w me ,,,,, u all know how i feel about plotting

lmao so. this is dahlia day hayes, aka twin sister to dexter hayes, aka the sensible one

jus call her dahlia . there are nicknames her Favorite People can use (dee namely) but if ur not someone she actively likes she’ll probably pour her drink on you lmao

ok so dahlia is 22, bisexual but its like a men 5 / 95 women thing , like she can appreciate the male form but 100% if u dont eat ur girl out she will

so dahlia grew up in new york with a really irresponsible mum and a constantly growing family; her dad abandoned her, shes got 5 younger siblings she helped raise, it was a real fun shitshow

basically her entire life up until about 16 was her family -- dexter, her siblings, her mother, she was consumed with morning routines, bedtimes, diapers, sick children, dishes, laundry -- she had almost no personality outside of “caretaker”

except .... dahlia is lowkey p freaking amazing up in her head ? she’s amazing at engineering and math. she can fix microwaves, toasters, ovens, driers, cars, blenders. if something broke in the hayes household, it’s dahlia you’d hear little voices screaming for.

she also has a calculator up in that head of hers. she’s been doing advanced calc since 8th grade, and senior year she was bored in two different ap math classes.

when she was 16 she decided that she wanted to try to make something of herself. she thought if she could claw her way out of the poverty-stricken mess, she could eventually bring her siblings with her and they could live a good life

so she applied for hundreds, hundreds of scholarships, met with college representatives, took her s.a.ts three times to get her 2300, -- all behind her family’s -- and dexter’s -- back

mid senior year, she found out that, against all odds, she had managed a full scholarship, living costs + relocation fees included, to berkley. with this knowledge, she pushed herself, and graduated with a 4.5.

she didn’t know how to tell her family, so she waited until a family dinner a few nights after her 18th birthday that she’d be leaving them. it broke her heart, but she desperately wanted to pursue her dreams, she wanted to know more about the world, and see more things than just the view from her crowded bedroom.

she left for berkley in august -- and it was nothing like she expected? it was horrid. overwhelming. her dorm room was too empty. she missed her family. it was like they were inside of her, ripping her to pieces trying to drag her back to them. she loved berkley, and finally had found a place she truly felt like she could belong and flourish, but she couldn’t handle being so far away from her twin, her babies, and her mother.

during spring break, when she finally saved up through work study to return, she dropped out and stayed with her family again; she hated herself for giving up something she was so excited and passionate about, but she felt like she couldn’t justify leaving her kids just to be selfish

so she adapted. she started working, although illegally, at a little nightclub as a waitress -- it helped, some, that she looked young, because sleezy drunk men were always willing to tip a young-looking blonde a little extra.

she did a fair bit of illegal shit too -- she stole, she cheated, she pickpocketed, she conned, -- and eventually she ended up in underground fighting

she’s good, too. at first she came home with the shit kicked out of her every night, but she learned to anticipate the throws and learned where to hit to make it hurt, and how to use her body to hurt other people.

she only fought on the weekends, but it was enough at the time

dahlia also grew angrier. every morning when she got home from a fight at 5 am and had to slather drugstore concealer all over her face to help get the kids up for school and out the door, she hated that -- once a genius with potential -- she let herself become a criminal.

when dexter left the family, she grew hard; it’s hard to learn that you can’t even trust your family, but she learned that. she started working double-time, with half the time to sleep, waitressing and pickpocketing, fighting in safe rings on the weekends didn’t cut it anymore, so she started to go to rings where she would be pit against grown men; it was riskier, but the pot was much larger.

eventually, one of the various dads of her siblings came back into their lives and tried to push in as “father,” and her mother, a wreck, let him. he told dahlia he wanted her to work on moving out because she was a bad influence on his kids, and dahlia was furious -- who was this man? a stranger who had left her family in the first place? she refused, obviously.

as time went on, the man became more and more aggressive with her, leading to an actual physical fight. she hurt him, and he kicked her out of the house she’d been raising her siblings in basically since she was a first grader.

she had literally no one -- so she took what money she had from the last few weeks, and put it together on a debit card. her plan was stupid and half-baked, but she decided that she would track down her wayward twin and force him to return with her so that she could get back the only purpose she had anymore -- her family.

dahlia’s not a nice girl. she doesn’t pretend to be. she’ll be perfectly cordial and nice, but if you pull a tone with her she’ll go 0 to bitch in ten seconds lmao.

she’s not afraid of very much at all, and she has literally like four switchblades on her at any given moment, even though she’s definitely dressed like some mannequin at forever 21 lmao

she always has a lighter or a box of matches on her, and when she gets restless or agitated, she starts striking the matches, shaking them out, and throwing them on the ground, or flicking her lighter open and lighting it over and over again

she’s v unimpressed w the male population. thank dexter and her dad for that lmao 99% sure her favorite water bottle dead ass says “male tears” on it

honestly dee is so ?? edgy n mean n tough ?? but she dead ass dresses like any other lil preppy thing w her shorts n skirts n her sheer ass shirt and heeled boots, she loves the hot weather in marbella so far so she’s just like yes please i love shorts and i hate jackets

she had never actually seen the ocean before bc berkley isn’t in beach county, so when she got to marbella and saw the ocean in person the first time she finally found the one thing that scares her and takes her breath away lol

so sometimes she just sits in the sand looking at it bc she hasn’t plucked up the courage to go and play in it yet shes honestly so intimidated by the ocean . she’ll never admit it bc she is the Man Of The House but still

it took her a while to hunt down her brother, she started in france and ended up here via hitch hiking and sneaking into trains, she has no fear its insane , so she’s probs only been in town like 2 weeks.

she’s currently staying at a lil youth hostel so she only really has a nice army backpack full of three or four mismatched outfits and a toothbrush and a phone + charger that only works w wifi. she’s stealing toiletries from tourists and makes a living pickpocketing atm

she’s probably going 2 be too easy to convince to kick back bc she hasnt had a goddamn day off in 4 years

when shes mad move anything breakable out of the way and do not stand close to a bar because she will throw a beer bottle at your head and she will destroy everything you own

the only ppl in the world who see any gentility to her are her baby siblings and they’re not here are they ?????

if she Adopts u she will show u how soft and sweet and lowkey maternal she can be, but otherwise nah

i genuinely am so brain dead now i cannot think of many plots but i have 3 i really want below so pls:

someone who she can stay with in the longterm -- just because she’s gonna be here for a while and there’s only so long she can pay the fees to stay at a youth hostel and live out of a bag honestly she’s gonna want to buy a bra and wash it regularly; i’d love if these two actually get along well whatever that means. like she’s not a horrible roommate bc shes spent her whole life cleaning up after other ppl but she’ll probs steal ur clothes bc shes not gonna buy her own lol

someone who can help her just fucking unwind for two seconds like girl needs to chill i swear ?? like get her drunk. get her to actually stand in the ocean. let her listen to music and eat good food. she’s never got to be a teenager, she needs that

a person who lowkey caught her with their wallet in her hand and was like dude wyd?? and instead of throwing a punch or calling The Law Enforcement Officers they actually stopped for a sec n now the two are unlikely bffs and they are her Emotional Support even tho shes mean and bitchy and likely is gonna be like “sad??? sad?????? i do not feel that emotion. nut the fuck up. ‘sad.’ what a pussy”

#islandrp:intro #cries theres so muchbackstory

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girlanachronsim · 4 years

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The Deadliest Man Alive

Pairing: Deadliest Man Alive x Ofc

Warnings: Torture, non-con, descriptions of violence

Word Count: 9,435

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Summary: Someone is found snooping around the old 'abandoned' warehouse in which Dr. Baron Von Nazi is executing his plans. The deadliest man alive doesn't take kindly to strangers.

I peered around the door of the warehouse, listening to the muted whisperings of the men inside. I heard talk of death and bombs, but it was only when they mentioned the Prince that I stumbled, the heavy iron door leading into the warehouse creaking slightly. I froze and they stopped talking immediately.

“I ‘fink I heard something.” One of them commented and my shoulders tensed, ready to sprint.

“Vell?” The other one retorted impatiently. “Go and check it out.”

I heard footsteps coming towards the door and I had a split-second decision to make; either he wouldn’t make it to the door or I wouldn’t be there to find. I decided on the latter.

I ran, the door groaning as it slowly shut behind me while I sprinted as fast as I could in the other direction. I heard shouting behind me but ignored it, running into the alley by the side of the warehouse and making several sharp turns to try and lose my pursuer. I only started slowing down after seeing that I had quite literally forced myself into a corner as the alley terminated abruptly, with no visible escape route.

That’s when my pursuer caught up with me, dragging me off of my feet by my collar and slamming my face against the rough brick wall, breaking my skin. Stars burst behind my eyes as I struggled to remain conscious, feeling his arm push against the back of my neck. My face was flush with the wall as I felt the blood trickle down my cheek. We were both breathing heavily, locked in a silent struggle until the second man came running up to us, red in the face and severely out of breath.

“Who is she?” He gasped in his thick German accent.

“I dunno.” The other man answered flippantly, pushing his arm further into the back of my neck until I could barely breathe.

“Come. Ve vill take her in for questioning.”

The German man turned on his heel while the other released his grip on my neck suddenly so I stumbled backwards, gasping. Then a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. I turned to look at my captor who then proceeded to examine my cheek, wiping his thumb through the blood that stained it, making me wince. He rubbed the blood between his fingers before smirking. Sick bastard.

He turned me in the direction of the German forcefully, standing so close to me that I could feel the imprint of the gun strapped to his leg on my waist before starting to walk, dragging me along with him.

We returned to the warehouse, him leading me up the rusty industrial staircase and we passed numerous cell doors. The numbers ticked by but we stopped at room 206, the man opening the door then forcing me through it before him. I was faced with a large silver chair which looked rather like a dentist’s chair that was taking the dominant position in the centre of the room. It obviously wasn’t being used for dentistry though; it was laced with leather straps and there were cuts and indents in the metal, and in the most inconvenient places when you imagined where an average person would fit onto it.

The man placed his hand on the small of my back and I flinched, bile rising in the back of my throat and goosebumps rising on my arms as I thought about what may have happened on that chair. And what was going to happen on that chair.

The man leered over me, his intimidating height and overpowering presence making me uncomfortable. Then the German entered the room and I calmed slightly, shifting slightly further away from the man as his attention was on the German.

“Vell, vell, vell, vat do we have here?” The German grinned cockily.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, my voice sharp with fear.

The German pursed his lips, rocking on his heels before nodding pointedly at the other man. He gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushed me towards that horrifying chair. He jerked my body around, spreading his hand over my chest before slamming me down onto the cool metal, the chair rattling in protest.

“I’ll cut you a deal.” The German paced, his arms crossed firmly behind his back. “If you tell me who you’re vorking for, I von’t let him hurt you.”

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion and I tried to get up, only to have my body forced back down by the intimidating man.

“I don’t work for anyone.” I spoke hurriedly, starting to panic as the man lifted one of the leather straps, wrapping it around my wrist and tightening it until the skin around the strap was white.

“You’re not a spy?”

“No.” I said quickly, watching the man warily as he crossed over to my other side, strapping my other wrist down.

“I don’t believe you.” The German spoke flippantly.

“I just happened by, I don’t even know who you two are.” My voice was shrill as my panic level started to rise. “Please, it’s just an old warehouse, I thought it was still abandoned. How was I to know that you were in here doing… whatever you’re doing?”

The German merely raised his eyebrow.

“There’s… there’s nothing I can do to convince you, is there?” I asked, my heart sinking in my chest.

“No.” The German grinned, lifting his eyebrow.

I gulped, looking from the German to the other man as my fingers started to twitch.

“What are you planning to do to me?” My voice was tense as I saw the man kneel down next to me, pulling up another leather strap and wrapping it firmly around my ankle.

“Zat’s not up to me.” The German said ominously, letting his gaze wander to the other man. “Zat’s up to the deadliest man alive.”

“Wait, you’re-”

“Yup.” The man interrupted me, crossing over to my other ankle.

“Fuck.” I exhaled, attempting to resign myself to my fate.

“You 'eard of me?” The man paused, looking up at me evenly.

"You’ve murdered so many people.” I said in digust, watching him finish tying me up.

“One thousand one hundred and forty-seven, to be precise.” He grinned toothily, as if that were a thing to be proud of.

When he was sure he had me firmly secured he returned to a standing position, going to lurk next to the German, crossing his arms over his broad chest. I twitched my wrists and ankles, checking that there were no weak spots in my bonds.

“Find out who she’s vorking for.” The German muttered to the other man before shifting his gaze to me. “And vonce you have, you may dispatch her.”

The man’s lips slowly twisted into a smile as they both looked at me with sinister eyes and I shifted uncomfortably.

“Thank you sir.” He said genuinely as if he’d just been given the best job of his whole career.

The German nodded, leaving the room through the heavy metal door that clanked shut behind him. The other man continued to stare at me with his arms still crossed, and I felt very close to vomiting. This man was clearly fucked up in the head, and now I was left at his mercy and tied to a chair.

“So, what we gonna with you then?” He asked rhetorically, tipping his head.

“You’re not working for anyone, are you?” He started to meander towards me and I flinched away.

“No.” I responded shortly. I had the faintest glimmer of hope that if I told the truth then he’d somehow find it within himself to set me free. But no such luck.

He only smirked, leaning down to my level.

“Shame. It’s always more fun when I have to break them. But torturing without a purpose can be fun too…”

He passed around the back of the chair and I flinched involuntarily, panicking that I couldn’t see him anymore.

“It’s not often I get a woman in the chair.” He exhaled, his heavy hands landing suddenly on my shoulders, making me jump. “There’s so much more you can play with.”

His hands started wandering from my shoulders and my jaw tightened.

“Don’t you dare.” I hissed.

He stopped in his tracks, suddenly removing his hands from my front, much to my relief.

“Have it your way.” He grunted, making his way over to a large duffel bag that was sitting uselessly in the corner.

He unzipped the bag, rummaging for a while before pulling something out of it triumphantly. He turned and approached me, and as he got closer I could make out the vague shape of… pliers in his hand.

He took in my terrified expression with glee, brandishing his instrument before kneeling beside me.

“What do you reckon this is used for?” He breathed, toying with his food before he ate it.

I refused to answer, my mouth pursed into a firm line as he teased me.

“Aw, go on.” He urged, punching my shoulder lightly. “Answer me, or I’ll use it on you. Sorry, and. Answer me and I’ll use it on you.”

“You’re sick.” I spat.

“Sweetheart, you don’t know the half of it.” He drawled, standing up slowly while twisting the pliers in his hands.

“But I think I’m about to.” My voice was tense and he could sense that, smiling broadly as I spoke.

“Go on then, 'umour me. What do you think they’re used for?”

“Pulling… teeth?” I answered hesitantly, hoping that the answer I gave wasn’t going to be the one he picked. I wouldn’t want him anywhere near my mouth.

“No. Close though. Pulling something.” He snapped the pliers right next to my ear and I twitched. “It’s actually fingernails.”

He abruptly but carefully set the pliers next to my left hand, expertly seizing the fingernail from my index finger in one pinch.

“So you’re just going to…”

“Yup.” He said before suddenly jerking his arm backwards, my head bursting with pain as my vision blackened around the edges.

I felt nauseous and I couldn’t focus as he continued wrenching at the fingernail that so desperately wanted to stay attached to my body. I might’ve screamed, I certainly wanted to, but I wasn’t sure whether I had the capacity to when in such dire agony.

I caught sight of my hand and the blood that oozed over the fingernail that he was trying to pry off before sharply looking away, resigning myself to never look again. It did nothing to ease the pain, in fact it only seemed to make it worse.

My hand felt as though it had swollen to the size of a beach ball, and the blood coursing through my system wasn’t helping in the slightest.

Then the awful sensation of pulling stopped but the pain was still there, wrenching at my gut and running up and down my spine in a constant to-and-fro. The man said something, but I didn’t know what. I could vaguely make out footsteps and then he was on my other side, pulling my face towards his by my chin.

“Don’t worry love, they all pass out after the second.”

There was that sickening smile on his face as I was actually able to comprehend his words, only briefly before that torment continued, this time on my other side. My vision swam and slowly faded to nothing as the overwhelming stabbing pain became too much and I left that terrifying man alone with my body to play with.

I awoke to a throbbing pain in my hands, confused by the bright lights and the fact I couldn’t move my arms or legs until I remembered where I was and what was happening to me. My eyes snapped open and I looked down to see both of my index fingers raw and bloody and without fingernails. Not only that, they were purple and mangled and I couldn’t even move them anymore. None of my other fingernails were gone, however, and from what I could see and feel everything else of mine was intact. I breathed a sigh of relief, looking to the ceiling when a voice rang out in the empty room.

“It gets boring once they pass out.” I looked out into the gloom of the cell to see the man sitting in the semi-darkness, reclining casually on a chair as if he’d been waiting the whole time just for me to regain consciousness.

Suddenly all of the blood rushed to my ears and I couldn’t focus again, I was paralyzed with fear.

“I prefer to see the pain on their features.” His jaw shifted and he got up from the chair, meandering towards me.

“Where’s your voice gone, kitty?” He muttered, reaching out to put pressure on my right incapacitated finger.

The pain shot up my back and my shoulders tensed, my neck drawing into itself. He kept pushing harder and harder until my mouth fell open, a high-pitched gasp escaping the back of my throat.

“There it is.” He lifted his hand, smirking as he crossed over to my other side.

He leaned over, picking up something from behind me before putting it on a conveniently placed iron table next to me. It was a large electrical box with loads of dials and knobs and flashing lights, the electrical lead trailing off the table and snaking behind me.

“Not more.” I just managed to mumble, on the brink of tears. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can, and you will.” He affirmed, staring at me intensely.

I looked to the ceiling, blinking back tears as my hands started shaking. He poked his tongue in his cheek, leaning over the electrical box and fiddled with the dials as I panicked, the box suddenly making a loud buzzing noise thanks to the power now throbbing through the cables. Pulling out two wires from the back of the box, he abruptly turned to me with a menacing look in his eyes.

“Now, this is a new toy, so I’m still working out the… kinks.” He breathed, taking my hand and flipping it over, despite the resistance that my bonds provided.

His gaze flicked to mine before he held the exposed wire to my wrist. It was an unusual feeling at first, all of the muscles in my lower arm and hand suddenly contracting, but as the time went on I began to feel the torture element, the cramping in my muscles almost unbearable as I stared at the hand that had twisted itself into a weird angle and resembled more of a claw than anything else. My breaths grew short and I tried to writhe away from the wire but my bonds wouldn’t let me so my whole body writhed instead, trying to focus on anything but the electrical pulses running through my arm.

He lifted the wires just as I felt fit to burst and I slumped down, gasping for air with my right hand twitching and spasming. Without warning, he lifted his leg onto the chair beside me, digging his knee into my side as he leered over me so I snapped my head up, my neck exposed and his face now obnoxiously close to mine.

“This may ‘urt a little.” He warned me, holding the wires in his hands and raising them towards my head.

The moment he pressed those wires to my temples, my whole body lost control. My head tipped back even further, gasping for air as every muscle in my body struggled to keep control. My limbs were shaking, my wrists chafing against the leather bonds as they twitched and writhed, but it was better that than my arms flailing around with the risk of me breaking or dislocating them. Just as my vision started to cloud he removed the wires, giving me a second to relax before pressing them to my temples again, the electricity running through my system anew.

I lost control of my body again, my eyes losing focus quicker than the last time and he removed the wires yet again just in the nick of time. I was struggling against my bonds so violently that I had broken the skin, the blood oozing and spreading behind those leather straps that kept me in my place.

“You hurtin’ yet, love?” He mumbled, shifting to sit on top of my lap as he moved strands of sweat-soaked hair from my face.

I probably would have come up with a cutting remark had my brain been functioning and my mouth in full working order, not twitching erratically. He lifted the wires to my head again and this time it only took a few moments before my vision blurred and I left the madman alone with my lifeless body for the second time.

I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I woke up the Nazi’s four little henchmen were 'looking after’ me while the intimidating man was gone. They cleaned and bandaged my fingers, fed me something dry and tasteless before tying me back onto that torture chair, thankfully looser than when he had tied me to it, and left me there.

I was so busy working myself into a state that only the arrival of the man himself could clear my brain, the paranoia and fear suddenly lapsing. It looked as though he had had a long day as he slumped his bag from his shoulder and cracked his neck; a good bit of torture ought to cheer him, pep him up a little.

He turned to me slowly, eying me with a queer look in his eyes that I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen before.

“'Ow were the henchmen?” He asked casually, rolling his shoulder as he talked to me.

“Oh yes, they were a brainwashed bundle of joy.”

“I see you’ve kept your sharp tongue.” He smirked at me.

“It’s the only thing I have left.”

My statement hung in the air between us and I desperately wanted to take it back as he stared at me again with that weird look.

He meandered towards me, my shoulders tensing as he drew close and closer. Then in a movement quicker than I could comprehend he drew his fist back and punched me square on the nose, the pain blossoming behind my eyes as my head was flung against the back of the chair. My head throbbed and my nose felt swollen, though fortunately not painful enough to be broken. I couldn’t tell whether it was bleeding or not though.

He grabbed my chin and directed my face towards his while my eyes struggled to focus and my head reeled. He stared at me intensely and I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. It was only then I noticed this sexual energy buzzing around us, invading our senses and swarming around our heads like flies.

In a movement just as fast as the punch he lurched forwards and kissed me furiously, one hand wrapping around my neck, keeping it pressed against the back of the chair as his tongue reached down the back of my throat. I was not entirely against this new treatment, but it would have been far better if my head wasn’t pounding and my nose throbbing. His other hand was free to wander down my chest, pressing his palm against the curves of my body while my heart pounded against my chest.

I only knew I was bleeding when he released me I saw the blood staining his upper lip and the tip of his nose.

He drew his fist back again and punched me in the jaw, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as the inside of my mouth was cut up by my teeth. He kissed me again and I wasn’t sure what sensation I should focus on; the pain in my jaw or the tongue that the man was forcing down my throat. Both were vying for my attention, but neither was strong enough to fully take my focus so I was left with a confusing mush of the two, mixed between pain and pleasure, blood and romance, tears and seduction.

When he pulled back he was breathing heavily but his face was neutral, a mask that I couldn’t decipher. Had he always felt this sexual energy between us, had I been so stupid that I couldn’t comprehend it? Did he want to do that to me? Or was this just another way for him to break his clients?

With a decisive grunt he turned on his heel and left the room, leaving me confused and hurting, although not as pained as I should have been after a session with the most dangerous man alive.

After another session of being looked after by the henchmen, the man returned the next day, his gaze lowered as he slowly shut the door behind him.

“Sorry for leaving so abruptly yesterday.” He apologised, lifting his gaze to mine.

“You’re forgiven.” I spat sarcastically. He ignored my comment, he simply approached me with some element of caution.

“It’s just, you gave me something yesterday I hadn’t had in a long time.” He breathed, coming to kneel beside me.

“And what’s that?” I expected him to say something meaningful; love, compassion, hell, I’d even settle for an equal. But that’s not who this man was.

“A hard on.” He sighed, standing up slowly. I caught sight of the crotch on his trousers and lifted my gaze quickly, a blush rising to my cheeks.

“And I didn’t know what to do with it. Of course, now I know precisely what to do with it.” His hand slowly dragged up my thigh and my legs automatically drew closer together.

“Don’t go squeamish on me now love.” He scolded, lifting his hand from my thigh only to start working on the buttons on my blouse.

“Taking my fingernails is one thing. Taking my… body is quite another.” I protested, trying to ignore my hammering heart and the excitement pooling in the pit of my stomach. This was sick, perverted.

“Is it though? I think society puts far too much emphasis on ownership on your own body.” He said, making quick work on my buttons with his skilled fingers.

He drew my blouse open with even hands, exposing my bra and bare torso, his eyes now able to see every shaking breath of mine, every gasp, every breath caught in the back of my throat. I gulped, watching him eye my chest greedily. He licked his upper lip as he dragged his thumb along the indentations of my rib-bones, teasing me as he came so close to my bra.

“I think society puts just the right amount of emphasis on it.” I retorted, ever so slightly out of breath.

“You would. You’re not the one staring at this.” He grinned toothily at me before retrieving a knife from some hidden compartment on his person. I tensed, but he merely used it to tear the blouse forcefully from my body without having to release me from the chair, the sound of ripping fabric making me shudder.

Then his hand was back on my thigh, blade still in hand as he dragged it up. He watched my face, enjoying me squirm until he placed the blade next to my waist and this time ripped the skirt from my body. So I was left facing the madman in only my underwear, red in the face and panting heavily.

“Aren’t you a sight?” He smirked at me. I merely scowled back.

Still smiling, he perched himself on top of my lap, his hands hovering over my breasts as if he were scared to touch them. With agonizing slowness, he took his blade and put it under the strap of my bra. In one clean motion he snapped the thin strap of fabric, making me flinch. Then he turned to the other, breaking it just as cleanly as the first. I clenched my teeth as his hands scrabbled at my underarms, getting me to lift my chest closer to his so he could reach around and undo the back of my bra.

I took a deep breath, looking to the ceiling and exhaled as he drew the bra from my body. I closed my eyes, lips pursed. I didn’t want to see it, I could imagine his reaction and even the imaginary version of him repulsed me so I refused to open my eyes.

“You’re being coy.” He whispered and I felt soft fingertips drag along my collar-bone, then down my front to the swell of my breast. He caressed it softly before pinching my nipple sharply, making me gasp and my eyes snapped open.

He was staring at me and his eyes were smoldering. I thought that that might make it worse, but somehow it just made it better.

He retrieved his blade again, dragging it down my front just hard enough to leave a thin white mark. The blade settled on the waistband of my knickers and my hips rolled, trying to escape from the invasion. This time he dealt with it quickly, snapping both sides of the waistband before pulling my underwear off and throwing them across the room.

“You can’t act coy when you’re already wet for me.” He spat crudely, abruptly running his hand over my mound so all of my breath escaped me, my body rising in the chair.

He continued massaging between my thighs, making me squirm and grimace, hating this pleasure that he was giving me. If only you were able to control your feelings instead of them being roughly forced upon you by your body and mind.

“Fuck you.” I growled, my hands clenching into fists at my side.

“You will, shortly.” He smirked, suddenly removing his hand and instead using it to start to work on the leather straps around my wrists. I looked to him in confusion, watching him open one strap, then the other. And then the two around my ankles until I was free, completely and utterly free. I thought I would feel empowered when I finally lost those leather straps and that metal chair, but somehow it felt worse. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, somehow being tied down felt safer when around that man.

He jerked me to my feet by my hair, angling my face towards his so he could kiss me roughly.

“Go and kneel by that wall.” He gestured and I followed his instructions, wincing at the cold concrete on my knees and shins.

“Hands on the wall.” He dictated and I hesitantly placed my hands on the white tiles.

I heard him rummaging about in that duffel bag of his again so I turned around, but dearly regretted it afterwards. Now I knew what he was toying with in his hands, what he was about to use on me with relish. A whip.

“How experienced are you with that?” My voice shook as I turned to face the wall again.

“You’d be surprised.” He casually snapped the whip and I jumped only to realise it was a practice shot, probably just to scare me.

“It’s old fashioned, but I like it.” He uttered while I kept my eyes fixed on the white tiled wall.

He cracked his whip again and hit my back but he was apprehensive, it didn’t even break the skin. The second time he wasn’t as tender, however, and the whip cut into me, the sound of breaking flesh making my stomach flip, along with the pain that shot up and down my back. I cried out and automatically lifted my hand to cover my mouth.

“Keep your hands on the wall.” He ordered in a low tone so I reluctantly placed my hand back onto the cool tiles.

Every time I struggled to keep my palms flat on the wall, they kept curling into themselves and twitching involuntarily while I was struck repeatedly with the thin whip, my whole back burning and feeling like it was going to melt off. Tears were stinging my eyes and I felt sick to my stomach, it was all just pain, too much pain.

I thought I heard the door open and shut behind me in my bleary haze, and my suspicions were confirmed when I heard a German voice ring through the room.

“Ah, Mr Deadly. Still vorking on her?”

The man cracked the whip again one more time, just for good measure, as I sharply inhaled, shoulders tensing.

“Yes sir. She’s proving… difficult.” The man lied, heavy boots suddenly approaching me.

He gripped my shoulder, lifting me up from my kneeling position before forcing my back against the wall. The cool tiles were a welcome relief for my burning back but I could feel the blood smear against it as he kept his forearm pressed against my neck. The German looked uncomfortable at my nudity by tried not to show it as he surveyed me coolly.

“Who do you work for?” The man asked me harshly, the pressure on my neck building.

“I’ve told you, no-one.” I just managed to gasp out, playing along.

“You see?” He released his grip suddenly but kept his hand on my neck to stop me from slumping to the floor in a heap. “I’ll be done with her soon.”

“Good. And zen you may kill her.” The German nodded before abruptly turning on his heel and leaving the room.

I warily looked to the man, his eyes watching the door to make sure the German wasn’t returning before he kissed me fiercely, his tongue reaching down the back of my throat and his teeth skimming across my lower lip. He dragged his nails down my belly, leading his hand to my entrance where he inserted a finger into my already wet hole. I tensed, lifting up onto my tip-toes as the odd sensation overwhelmed me. It hurt, but not nearly as much as my back did in that moment and so I focused more on the hint of pleasure that sparked in my system.

“Good girl.” The man muttered, his head angled so close to mine that I couldn’t see his facial expression, but I was almost sure that he was smiling.

Then another finger, this time the pleasure definitely overriding the pain. The third made me quiver, my mouth falling open as I gasped heavily.

I could feel him working at his trousers as he kissed me and my pulse dropped, blood running cold as I realised this was the moment. He grabbed my thigh, lifting my leg up as he prepared to enter me.

In one violent thrust he was inside of me. I cried out and he quickly reached up to cover my mouth with his thin fingers, digging into the flesh of my cheek. I wasn’t sure whether it always felt this good, or whether the severe blood loss played a part in it. Either way, it felt so fucking good as he thrust inside of me, making me weak and needy for his enthusiasm.

As he thrust harder and faster my vision grew hazier and I felt the blood smear against the tiles behind me, the blood loss really getting to me as we both drew near climax. In that moment he lost control, growling animalistically as he thrust even deeper and came inside of me, grunting and gripping so tightly onto me that I was sure he bruised me.

I wasn’t sure whether I came or not, I was so dizzy and out of sorts that I collapsed to the floor the moment he let go of me, the world for the next few minutes a hazy and blurry mess of metal chair legs and black polished boots.

I became only vaguely aware of my surroundings as I felt myself being lifted from the floor. Something cold and stinging hit my already throbbing back and my body automatically flinched away but firm arms kept me in place as the salve was applied to my whole back. Then I felt my body leave the floor and in that feeling of weightlessness I passed out, delirious and slightly hysterical.

I woke up in a white room. Well, as white as you can get in an abandoned warehouse. I was lying on a bed, still naked and my head was reeling, but I forced myself upright anyway. Seeing something as human as a bed made me feel like it wasn’t real, this was some kind of delusion my brain made up to help me cope. I had to explore.

I got up off of the bed, looking down at the sheets that were smudged with blood, my blood. Reaching up to my back I felt for the whip marks and was surprised to find many of them scabbed over already. The room was bare and industrial, but there was a proper bed and even a small bedside table that had a simplistic lamp sitting on top of it. I debated hanging myself from the electrical cord before deciding against it; I had to at least know why I was in this room. Plus, where would I hang it from?

I looked back to the bed and saw a tangle of cloth lying on the floor beside it. I approached it cautiously; it must have been sitting on the end of the bed before a human was included in the equation. As I picked it up it unfolded into an article of clothing and when I pulled it over my head I realised that it was a white hospital-looking gown. It was far too large and didn’t exactly flatter me, but it was better than those clothes that were torn in two.

My head snapped to the door when I heard someone opening it, but the person who stepped through the threshold was the last person I wanted to see in that moment. I would’ve preferred the German’s brainwashed henchmen over him.

“‘Ello love.” He smirked at me arrogantly while I tried to figure out how to stand in front of my captor, putting far too much thought into my arm position when I should have been thinking about screaming and running away.

“You like your room?”

“Oh yes. How many women have you brought back here?” I asked sarcastically.

“None, actually. I can’t bring anyone here until I’m sure they won’t kill themselves.” He raised his eyebrow at me, daring me to shudder.

“How can you be so sure I won’t kill myself?” I asked tersely, lifting my chin.

Silently he stepped forward and gripped my hands, flipping my wrists over before smiling.

“Because you haven’t tried it yet.” He said matter-of-factly. I snatched my hands back, stepping out of his reach again.

He lifted his arms in the air in surrender, walking backwards so he could lean against the opposite wall, his arms crossed, biceps bulging.

“How are you?” He asked, unusually earnest. I was caught off-guard by the question and fidgeted for a few moments before answering.

“In pain.” I said shortly.

He smiled automatically, excited by the mere thought of my pain before he quickly corrected himself, his mouth straightening.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“What do you want from me?” I asked quickly, not trusting his 'kind’ act for a second.

He sighed, looking to the ceiling before looking back to me.

“I want you to want me. In the same way that I want you.” He stated bluntly.

“You’ve already had me.” I spat.

“And yet I’m still wanting.” His eyes were burning as they wandered to mine.

I stepped towards him, my heart hammering in my chest as I got so close my toes were touching the tip of his boots and his face angled down towards mine. We breathed the same air, my head reeling and his eyes closing.

“Fuck. Off.” I enunciated clearly, stepping away from him rapidly, back towards the bed where I felt safer.

He started laughing heartily, looking at me out of the corner of his eyes with a sly look. His laughter died down and he rubbed his chin with the back of his hand.

“You’re gutsy.” He commented, barely glancing at me.

“I have nothing more to fear.” I murmured softly.

His gaze slowly lifted to mine and a smile twisted at his lips. It was such a sinister look that my hands clenched into fists subconsciously by my sides. Then he turned on his heel and left the room abruptly.

I want you to want me. In the same way that I want you.

Ever since he said that something clicked. I did want him now. I don’t know whether it was because he stated what he wanted out loud or the fact that he left me in a room on my own for hours of my own.

I hated that my heart raced whenever I thought of him. I’d bite my lip and my hand would wander down between my legs before I would even realise what I was doing. Then I’d check myself, and mentally scold my hand, but I knew I was already in too deep, there was no way I was going to see him in any other way after this.

I had to get out of here. I started looking around the room for ways to escape; there were no windows and the door was firmly locked. I scoured the floor for something resembling a hairpin so I could at least attempt to pick the lock but there was nothing. I looked to the lamp again, but instead of seeing it as a way out I saw it as a means of escape. I picked it up in my hands, testing out the weight of it. It was disappointingly light, but perhaps if swung with enough force…

I unplugged it from the wall and positioned myself by the door, waiting for that moment when he would walk in. I had one shot at this. I couldn’t fuck it up.

I stood up rapidly when I heard footsteps outside the door and surely enough the door clicked open. As soon as the figure passed the threshold I swung at where his head should have been, but I missed. I wasn’t quite sure whether it was my aim or his reflexes, but it did confuse him and in that second of abstraction I tried to shove past him through the door.

I could taste freedom when hands gripped my waist and I was dragged backwards, the door kicked closed with some force. I struggled against the hands, kicking and punching fiercely, not caring where I hit him, just trying to come in contact with anything that would hinder. Soon the hands overpowered me though, my arms pinned to my sides and my back forced against a wall so hard that my head cracked against it.

The man was breathing heavily, pinning my hands behind my back, making sure that I couldn’t struggle away from his grip again. His body was so close to mine and I could feel the heat radiating off of him, making my heart rate increase. Then he produced his knife.

“I was gonna cut you a deal.” He teased me, bringing his knife up to my face, making me flinch away.

“I don’t want your fucking handouts.” I spat, struggling against his grip but he held firm.

“Oh, you will.” He exhaled, his breath against my neck and I squirmed away.

He poked his tongue in his cheek, bringing his knife up to my neck. I felt the sharp point of it against the hollow of my neck and I gulped audibly, feeling my forehead break out with sweat.

“Just fink, I could kill you right now.” He twisted the blade and my shoulders rose.

“I could slit your throat, watch you bleed out in front of me. Then what’d you do? Well, nothing. You’d be dead. Think of it, one moment here thinking and breathing and the next dead, gone. It’s tantalising, I ‘ave to admit.”

He stopped talking and the room was so quiet it was deafening, I watched him breathe to try and steady my own shallow breaths. Suddenly his arm seemed to slip and he made a slicing motion across my neck.

I gasped, choking on my own bile as I realised he hadn’t actually done the deed. I was gasping, my arms shaking at how close I was to death in that moment. He laughed at me, tipping my chin up with the tip of his blade.

“Remember what you’re fighting for, love.” He grinned, flicking the blade between his fingers.

“What am I fighting for?” I just managed to choke out.

“Your life.” He said shortly with a mad look playing in his eyes.

He leaned in close to me, breathing heavily and I could feel his breaths on my neck. He spread out his hand on my chest, pressing his hand against my body before running it down to my waist then my hip.

“Why do you do this?” I asked, my voice cracked as I flinched against his touch.

“Because I enjoy it.” He whispered, his hand lifting from my hip to grip onto my chin.

I kept stern eye contact with him as he leaned closer to me, his face so close to mine that his nose was brushing my own. We were breathing the same air and I felt slightly dizzy as my heart rate increased, his mouth so close to mine, but I couldn’t give in. It was him who leaned forward, taking my bottom lip in his mouth and started sucking, my hands clenching into fists behind my back. He was so naturally sexual it was difficult to not get turned on, an uncomfortable wetness pooling between my legs as he continued titillating me.

He slowly released my arms, shifting his mouth to kiss me properly, his tongue suddenly invading my mouth as I reached up impulsively, gripping the back of his neck. He rammed his hips into mine, squashing my body into the wall as I gasped into his mouth. He continued kissing me, rising onto my toes as he continued pressing me against the wall.

Then he abruptly released me, my body slumping down as I gasped, watching him wipe his mouth with his thumb, eyeing me greedily.

“Get some sleep.” He ordered, staring at me for a few seconds more before leaving the room, locking the heavy metal door behind him.

I couldn’t believe that he just left me like that. I was so uncomfortable and turned on. Even if my thoughts about him were confusing I could trust that he would take whatever he wanted from me without a second thought, but this time he restrained himself and I was left doing exactly what he wanted; craving him. Lusting after him and his body and his roughness of character.

I couldn’t just give in to him now, not after all of this struggle and the pain that I had endured. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling while I tried to ignore my desire, trying so hard that my head started to hurt and my chest tightened as I intensely stared at the ceiling.

The silence was deafening. It was a welcome relief when I heard footsteps coming down the hall, stopping at the door. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sitting up quickly as the door opened. He stepped through into the room, closing the door behind him and locking it, the finality of it making me uneasy. But also slightly excited.

I was constantly debating in my head whether to get up or stay sitting, opening my mouth to say something before closing it again. He must have noticed something different in my demeanour because he smirked before starting towards me, swaggering arrogantly as he drank up my indecision.

He stared at me hungrily, keeping his eyes fixed on mine so intently that my whole chest imploded, all of the breath leaving my lungs. My eyes slowly wandered from his and I noticed he was twirling something between his hands, a chain with two handles on either end. This was the same as the pliers; I knew vaguely what it would be used for, but I didn’t know the exact purpose of the chain.

“The German is startin’ to get suspicious.” He spoke, breaking the silence, making me flinch.

He reached me and while he stood at my feet he took my chin in his hands, angling my head towards his as he sighed. It felt like he was waiting for me to say something.

“So?”

I tried to have that sharp edge to my voice but all of my conviction was gone. I couldn’t even make myself sound disinterested, so I just ended up sounding needy and pathetic.

He let go of my chin abruptly before fiddling with that chain again, my eyes fixing onto it as I swallowed audibly.

He got up onto the bed beside me, kneeling so the mattress dipped and I struggled not to lean in towards him. He maneuvered himself behind me and I refused to move, refused to give in to this power play.

“So before I off you…” He muttered into my ear and the goose bumps travelled all the way up my neck.

He lowered the chain over my head, deliberately in my line of vision until I couldn’t keep track of it any more, I could only feel the cool metal against my neck. I shifted uncomfortably, knowing now what was coming next as my heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears. He pulled his hands around my neck, slowly cutting off my air supply until my breaths were coming out in harsh gasps and my neck was straining against the chain.

“You say you ‘ave nothing more to fear, but you don’t know the half of it love.” He whispered into my ear.

I cringed away, my brain slowly getting scrambled as my air supply was getting cut off. Then in one jerk he suddenly cut off my oxygen and I couldn’t breathe any more. My mind was in full panic mode, my vision going red as my hands scrambled at my neck, trying to tear at the chain but it was too thin and I ended up just tearing my own skin instead of the thing cutting into my neck.

The moment he loosened the chain I drew a massive gasping breath, falling forward as I regained my vision. He gripped my shoulders, pulling me back upright with force as he angled his head towards mine and started nibbling at my ear. My eyes rolled back into my head as I leaned into him, feeling his firm body behind mine. He shifted himself so his legs were pressing against mine, hard-on firm against my upper back and the broad plane of his chest expanding and sinking behind me.

“Do you want to die?” He asked me, chain shifting against my neck.

“No.” I choked out. There literally couldn’t have been more desperation in my voice.

“Hm.”

'Hm’ was not a reassuring noise, especially as a garrote is tightening around your neck. He cut off my air supply fully again but this time he held it for a second too long, my panicked body actually blinding me, sending my vision into complete darkness. I sucked in air the moment he released me, steadily increasing my oxygen levels, but not regaining my vision. In that time of panicked blindness he didn’t give me a second for recovery as he wrenched me around, yet again suffocating me but this time it was with a furious kiss with the chain still encircled around my neck. I blinked rapidly until the light started filtering back into my eyes and I felt slightly more sane, enthralled again by him and his passion.

It was then my mind snapped. He was ready and willing to kill me and I was completely and utterly infatuated with him. It was too late to consider morals or perceptions. In this mindset and in this moment I had one thing that I wanted to do before I died. I turned towards him, carefully sliding the chain around my neck, eyes dilated with lust as I reached for his trousers. I fumbled with the fastenings as I couldn’t look down with his grip on the chain around my neck so I had to look at his arrogant features as I needily palmed his crotch.

“You’re desperate, aren'tcha?” He smirked but I could hear the breathlessness in his voice too.

I finally undid his trousers, still palming his crotch through his underwear before releasing his half-hard cock, feeling the weight of it in my hands. He was trying to appear cool and disinterested but I could hear his breathing growing more and more shallow and his eyes were gradually starting to mirror the lust that was in mine.

He couldn’t take not leading for long though, and soon was wrenching the makeshift dress over my head with a growl. He grabbed at my waist roughly while I still fumbled with his dick and his head dipped into the crook of my neck where he sucked at the sensitive skin, making me shudder into him. He used his knees to spread my legs apart while I still kneeled on the bed and his firm hand travelled from my waist down to my crotch. He was kind this time, rubbing rhythmically between my legs before edging a finger inside of me. My body extended upwards and my hands tightened around his penis and I could feel it twitch against my palms as he inhaled sharply through his teeth.

He slipped another finger inside of me and my muscles contracted around him as I whimpered from the back of my throat. His mouth twitched as he heard my desperation, obviously turning him on as he buried his fingers up to the knuckles inside of me and I squirmed. I swallowed audibly as I steadied myself against him, fingers curling against his chest.

“What are you going to do to me, mister deadly?” I asked him patronisingly, using the German’s nickname on him.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you cum, and as you cum I’ll strangle the life outta ya.” He said, twitching the garotte around my neck.

I should have been horrified. But now everything he said was merely words that had the ability to excite me, shooting lust straight to my groin. He pinched my nipples and the breath caught in the back of my throat, the twinge flying up and down my spine in one fluid motion.

“Please.” I whimpered, clawing at his shirt.

“I like watching you beg.” He said complacently, reaching up to angle my face towards his. “Do it again.”

“Please. I want to feel you inside me, please.” I spoke breathlessly, feeling his fingers shifting inside of me.

“Almost.” He grinned, removing his fingers and suddenly I felt empty, I wanted to feel him inside me again.

He had a sadistic look on his face as he lifted his slick fingers to my mouth. He searched my eyes, seeing how willing I was to follow this through, right until the very end. I had already thrown myself at him, but now I was reluctant to open my mouth for him. I did so slowly, unsure as to where to focus my eyes as he forced his fingers inside of my mouth and I could taste myself on his tongue. I could feel his fingertips touch the back of my throat and I gagged, stomach contracting as his fingers kept my mouth wedged open.

“Such a good girl.” He mumbled, removing his fingers.

Tears were collected in the corner of my eyes and my cheeks were flushed as he removed my hands from his dick, taking it for himself and with the other hand he thrust my hips towards his. He positioned himself at my entrance and my mouth fell open as I waited with bated breath. Then in one fluid motion he slammed himself inside of me and I screamed, body extending upwards as I exhaled shakily while he got used to the sensation of being inside of me. He had done this to me before but I still wasn’t used to it, the force he used hitting me anew every time.

He thrust in and out of me furiously and buried his head in the crook of my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin while I breathed erratically. His hands wrapped around my waist firmly, fingernails digging into my flesh so he could pull me towards and away from him vigorously. I whined as he ploughed his full length inside of me again and I could hear his breath catch in the back of his throat. After that he thrust even more senselessly than before, grunting rhythmically while my whines and moans bounced off the walls.

He thrust faster and faster and his hands lifted from my waist to the garrotte still looped around my neck. We both were close as he tightened the garrotte around my neck and my mind span into overdrive, simultaneously gasping and choking as he hit just the right spot and I started cummings. Me losing control drove him over the edge and as he was in the throes of passion his hands slowly pulled further and further apart making it more and more difficult for it to breathe. We both came and my vision blurred as I looked to the ceiling as I passed out.

I came to on the bed. This couldn’t be right. I was still alive, staring blearily at the dirty warehouse walls. In my peripheral vision I could see him dressing himself, while my head span and I tried to collect my thoughts. I tried speaking but nothing came out. My throat was shot and it was unlikely that I’d speak with comfort for a couple days. I sat up with difficulty and he looked back at me over his shoulder.

“Why am I not dead?” My voice was high and reedy but at least something came out this time.

His jaw tightened and he turned back away from me, looking down as he buckled up his belt. I fought to stand upright and did so shakily while staring at him. He turned back to me, fully dressed as he looked me up and down and I saw his lips twitch. I was concerned that he was after a round two as he leaned over but when he stood back upright he had my clothes in his hands, the clothes from the very beginning of our encounter, bloodied and ripped as they were. He gently but firmly started dressing me, wrapping the tatters of my shirt around my torso and stepping me into my skirt while I relied entirely on his even hands.

“I thought you were going to kill me.” I said softly.

His jaw shifted, and he stared intensely at my clothes.

“I didn’t feel like it.” He shrugged, speaking dismissively.

“Thank you.” I said, barely loud enough to be heard but I was sure he did hear me.

“Leave.” He stepped away suddenly and gave me such a stern order that I hesitated.

I looked towards the door then back to him, confusion marring my features.

“What about the German?” I asked as an afterthought.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He smirked and my mouth twitched into a smile.

I nodded, looking at the door again. I started towards it on shaking legs, before hesitating, biting my lip. I doubled back slightly, standing in front of him and staring up at his face, taking in all of his features. Then I gently placed my lips on his and he responded with relish, opening his mouth and gripping his hand on the back of my head. I parted our lips, placing my hand on his chest before starting back towards the door.

“Out of curiosity,” he commented and I looked back at him. “Were you working for anyone?”

“I’d never tell you that.” I smirked.

I slipped out of my cell door, then down the stairs to the floor of the warehouse and out into the blinding whiteness of the outside world.

#fanfic #the deadliest man alive #spies are forever

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