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🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃

Day 18: Raven🐦‍⬛

Edward Leeford x GN!Reader. Some angst. Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Happy ending. Monks loves feeding the ravens. AU: Victorian. Monks just wants comfort, pls protect him. Befriending animals, in this case ravens. SpookTober Prompt: Raven.

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☆●~ The Raven’s Call~●☆

Edward Leeford, more known to you by "Monks" has been courting with you for a while now and today, Monks wants to introduce you to his closest friends. One Autumn day, you two head to the park to meet his friends.

Whenever Monks was around ravens seem to be nearby. When he visited your home for some afternoon tea, there was a raven sitting outside looking into the window at you two. Whenever he walked along the street, you'd see a raven flying or perched above a gas lamp near him. At first you didn't seem to think it strange, your elderly neighbours loved birds and wherever they went pigeons would seemly be there so maybe Monks just had that with the ravens.

One day Monks invited you to the park to spend a picnic with him. You eagerly agreed to his request.

"I'd love to join you for a picnic!" You Replied excitedly. Monks smiled warmly and blushed.

"That's wonderful to hear! Um....hopefully you can also see my um...friends there too" Smiled Monks shyly. You raised a curious eyebrow at that. Monks never spoke about his friends.

"Your friends?" You Reapeated.

"Uh yes! If you wouldn't mind" Replied Monks and you smiled warmly, cupping his cheek.

"I'd love to be introduced to your friends Monks" You Answered and Monks smiled at that. With a kiss to your hand, he promised to come by tomorrow morning early to take you to the park and you let out a delighted giggle. This to you was a big step. You and Monks were courting for a long while now and to be now meeting his friends, was a big step. You hoped his friends would approve of you.

The next morning, Monks arrived at your home bright and early with a bright smile on his face. You packed up some refreshments in a basket and you two walked along, arms linked together to the nearby park.

"I do hope your friends approve of me Monks, I don't want them to think ill of me should I do something by mistake or cause an error" You Admitted, smiling nervously. Monks shook his head at that.

"Oh n..no! They'll love you, I assure you! They might be a little reluctant at first but that's because they've only seen me alone" Assured Monks and you leaned in close to Monks.

"Are you sure they won't think ill of me?" You Asked nervously. You cared very for Monks and you'd hate to lose him because his friends think you unfit to court with.

"I assure dear Y/N, they will not think bad of you. I promise. Good thing we brought food as they love to eat, food makes a good start" Assured Monks. You looked confused at that statement but decided to not think too much into it. Maybe his friends just had big appetites and if food was a good way to start, why not?

The park was awash in the colours of autumn, all red and orange mixed with brown and yellow, leaves covered the ground in a crunchy carpet as you two made your way to a good spot. The lake was empty, all geese gone away to a warmer place. Squirrels were dashing across the grass, stashing away their food.

"Here's a perfect spot to have a picnic" Remarked Monks leading you to the spot and you two set up the picnic. You looked around, trying to spot where his friends were.

"So, are your friends coming?" You Asked and suddenly a loud, deep caw echoed through the park, startling you. Monks looked up and smiled.

"Here they come!" Smiled Monks and you looked up to a tree to see 5 or 6 large ravens perched on the branches and letting out their signature cries. You ducked as they swooped in to land near you and Monks's picnic spot, cawing loudly at the two of you.

"Are the ravens......your friends?" You Asked, bewildered as Monks gave them some seeds, throwing the seeds in the air, scattering them around and watching as the ravens all gathered to peck at the food. Monks turned to you and blushed, shyly looking away.

"Um....yes" Answered Monks shyly and you tilted your head curiously as he explained.

"You see Y/N, I don't have a lot of friends. In fact I really don't have any to speak of. I came here one day and a raven went up to me. Of course I gave the bird some bread and then whenever I came to the park, the raven would always be there and of course I fed it. Soon the raven brought friends and then before you know it, I would spend time in the park, just talking to the ravens and they would sit sometimes on shoulders, just listening to me and it made me feel better, made me feel not so alone. So yeah, I consider these ravens as my friends" Explained Monks.

Your heart ached for poor Monks before warming to see how close he and these ravens were. You reached out and cupped Monks's face, smiling warmly at him.

"Oh Monks, poor Monks. I'm so sorry you didn't have anyone to call friend but I'm glad these ravens keep you company and if you see them as your friends, then I'm happy to meet your friends" You Smiled softly.

A warm and bright smile graced Monks's lips and your heart fluttered at the sight of it. He looked so sweet and happy. You would promised yourself to always make sure he smiled, even once a day if you must. He had a lovely smile.

"Well, shall we get this picnic underway?" You Asked sweetly. Monks grinned, grabbing a bag of seeds and getting out the sandwiches.

"Let's" Grinned Monks happily as the raven gathered near and cawed loudly as if agreeing.

You and Monks spent that wonderful autumn morning, in the park enjoying a picnic, feeding his raven friends and enjoying each other's company surrounded by his feathered friends.

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theevangelion · 3 years

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Red Bottom: Red Kryptonite D/S Supercorp Story (Complete)

Prompt Fill for Gabs: Redk!Kara wanting it fast and hard and lena fucking her gently until she's in tears? With lots of praise kink pls

*OR*

Under the effects of Red Kryptonite, Kara has to be kept somewhere secure. The L-Corp Laboratory is about the only location with enough lead lining to hide her heat signature while the DEO worries about bigger threats. Kara’s frustrated arousal and darkened mood is nothing compared to her girlfriend, Lena Luthor’s.

There’s a dark and evil side lurking inside Lena too. Always there, always out of sight. With Kara under the influence of the Red Kryptonite, Lena finds herself indulging in her own primal dark side in order to quell Kara’s own.

“Again?” Lena’s eyes fly wide open at the DEO circus.

“The red kryptonite particles went up with the explosion last week,” Alex says, overseeing the transfer of her sedated sister to the secure L-Corp laboratory. “And what goes up must come down. Jesus, I can’t believe we didn’t account for the rain.”

“Wouldn’t she be safer at DEO headquarters? It’s just, her safety should be the priority.” Lena doesn’t want to seem too eager to palm off her girlfriend.

“If the DEO headquarters were still secret, sure.” Alex rubs her temple, now suddenly thinking of other problems.

Her hazel eyes find Lena with a sense of exhaustion, as though there are too many things being juggled in the air and she needs someone to take Kara out of the equation.

Alex continues, “The League caught intel about our security protocols. Ironically, the one place Lex will probably not look is the place right beneath his nose. The building has enough lead-lining to hide her heat signature?”

“More than enough,” Lena confirms.

“Well,” Alex pats the chief executive’s shoulder. “I’ll call you tonight, and I’ll leave her in your capable hands for a few days.”

Lena laughs suddenly, the uncomfortable noise barely escaping through her tight teeth. “Please don’t.” She eyes Alex cautiously. “Just maybe let’s workshop this idea—”

“It will be fine,” Alex promises. “Just don’t listen to her, put your headphones in, think of it as babysitting duty. I’ll owe you one, big time.” Alex stares as though she means it regardless of the complications it might cause later down the line.

An unconditional favour from one of the higher-ups in the chain of command at the Department of Extranormal Operations… That could certainly come in handy one day.

“Not the holding cell. Put her in the observation suite, the glass is resistant to her heat vision.” Lena points to the clear glass room opposite the laboratory. “Extra restraints, green kryptonite lamps—”

“Green kryptonite could kill her,” Alex balks.

“In larger quantities, sure.” Lena nods. “In a smaller, medicinal dosage it nullifies her power for a short time. Like the small amount emitted by the kryptonite lamps your tech team developed last year in the event of…” Lena pauses, quirking her crimson lips as she searches for the right word. “Something unexpected.” Alex instantly closes her eyes. “Bring them, bring all of the equipment. And extra restraints too, please.”

“Why extra restraints?” Alex lifts her brow, confused.

Lena rolls her eyes, then turns to her personal assistant. “Jesse, clear my entire schedule from now until Tuesday. Alex, trust me, I’m doing you a favour, but I need the restraints and the kryptonite lamps. For my safety, you understand?” She glances at her girlfriend’s sister.

“Whatever you need, Lena.” Alex doesn’t ask further.

***

Kara awakes slowly and feels the tension in her arms. They’re captured around her ribcage, as though she is trapped in a suffocating hug. She shifts her shoulders, wiggling, unable to get herself loose from the poor, rough excuse for a blanket that has entwined her.

“You’ll forgive me for being cautious,” Lena says through the speaker. “It’s for your safety, mostly.”

Kara opens her eyes and simultaneously rolls them when she sees the applied restraints. Her arms are secured in a white strait-jacket, the tan leather straps buckled tightly, with another strap of leather secured between her nude legs to stop her wiggling out of it.

“For my safety or yours?” Kara flexes against the strait-jacket.

“Alright,” Lena levels seriously over the speaker. “For mine then.”

The strait-jacket isn’t torn to pieces when Kara flexes a second time, which strikes her as strange. She wiggles again, harder, flexing, stretching her arms as far as she can against the secured sleeves.

“Sorry baby,” Lena says, walking in to view as she stops in front of the glass door that separates them. “Another precaution. I can survive your bad mood, but only when we level the playing field.” Her emerald eyes glance to the industrial spotlights that emanate a low, dark green colour over the observation suite.

Green Kryptonite.

“If you think there’s such a big bad monster lurking inside of me—” Kara stops, heaving furious breaths. “Why risk it the other three-hundred and sixty-four days a year? Am I not capable of tearing you apart then, if I wanted to?”

“There is always a monster lurking inside of you, baby.” Lena folds her arms over her black cashmere sweater. “But you are the strongest, most level-headed woman I know. You would never let it hurt anyone.” Her eyes flicker with love. “The other days of the year, of course.” She pushes a small smile, but then it disappears as she dips her head.

Kara narrows her eyes. “Oh, you want to talk about monsters, Lena?” She can’t help but laugh.

“Not particularly.”

“Because you know the one that claws inside of your ribcage is so much more violent and hungry than mine.”

“Don’t do this, please,” Lena pleads. “I know you can’t help it, but could you… try and help it?”

“Sad, poor, angry little girl—lost and unlovable,” Kara scoffs, her lips forming an angry smirk. “How does it feel knowing that I am the only one capable of loving a creature as tortured as you?”

Lena’s mouth twitches almost imperceptibly.

Her face is beautiful and smooth like porcelain, but her eyes are utterly empty and her jaw flexes with the tiniest slip of anger. To Kara, she is still beautiful, still the finest human she has ever met, a bride to be made fit for House of El yet.

It’s simply a case of subjugating her first, Kara thinks. To teach Lena who exactly her better half is, metaphorically and literally speaking.

“You’re still pretty when you want to cry,” Kara says coldly, unbothered and unconcerned. “You should know that.”

“Funny,” Lena doesn’t skip a beat, her tone equally cold. “I’ve always thought the same of you.”

There’s a flash, a tiny strike of lightning. It hits Kara right in her belly and sends her flying backwards. The pain is the least of her concerns. She doesn’t understand what it was. Kara pants and opens her eyes, curled in the corner of the glass cage with a tight grimace.

“For my safety,” Lena explains, lifting the remote that controls the shock pulses. “In case I feel threatened.” She smirks slightly.

“You always feel threatened,” Kara laughs despite the painful ripples in her body from the electric shock. “Always threatened by other powerful women, always worried you’re too small, too unimportant, too weak to compete—”

“Whoops.” The powerful shock hits Kara again and makes her whimper. It leaves her crumpled and curling, sweating and gritting her teeth. “My finger slipped,” Lena says, unamused.

Despite the red kryptonite, despite the hubris it imbues her with, she is completely defenseless and that only compounds her anger. Kara wrangles as hard as she can, until she nearly dislocates her shoulder trying to get free from the pathetic little strait-jacket that on any ordinary day could be ripped apart with a sneeze.

The door alarm rings out. Lena steps inside the lion’s den, her Blahnik heels clicking quickly over the cold hard floor. Kara refuses to look at her, she tucks her sweaty head away as the pencil skirt gracefully bends at the knees to appraise her closer, as though she is some kind of small animal.

“See,” Lena whispers quietly, moving the damp blonde hair off her face. “Still so pretty when you want to cry, baby, I told you.”

“Don’t start a war you cannot win, Lena,” Kara growls with gravel in her throat. “I will still have my power and might when the weekend is out, and you—”

“Will still have mine, too.” Lena slips her hand over Kara’s bottom, pulling the curled up little monster close like a pet to be made tame. “Why don’t you be a good girl and let that nasty tongue of yours rest. I don’t want to sedate you. There is so much more productive fun to be had when you’re awake.”

Kara’s ears lift at that.

“Fun?” She looks at Lena with a craned eyebrow.

Lena looks different. Kara isn’t sure whether it’s the effect of the red kryptonite, or whether her girlfriend has always had that air of cruel arrogance and she’s only just noticing it now. But Lena’s eyes glean her as though she’s a wolfish little whore, a thing to conquer. Her crimson lips pull into a small smirk.

“Fun for me, yes.” Lena pets her damp, long blonde hair softly. “The way I see it, Kara Danvers, is that I’m going to marry you one day. That means for better or worse. And, if I can’t find a way to handle you at your worst—” Kara hisses when slender fingers yank her hair tight in a tight fistful. “Then what business do I have enjoying you at your best?” Their eyes lock seriously.

“You think this is me at my worst?” Kara’s eyes grow wide with indignation. “Oh just you wait. The Hell I will reign down upon you—” Material is quickly stuffed inside her open mouth as gag, stifling the threats.

The material is slightly damp, heady almost, the feminine taste that is so distinctly Lena Luthor coats Kara’s tongue… Kara realises that this isn’t a traditional gag.

“Hold my panties for me like a good girl,” Lena whispers and stuffs them a little deeper into her mouth. “Don’t spit them out, otherwise I’m going to push them in another hole. And believe me, I have such better, bigger plans for your pretty tight holes…” Her manicured fingers slipped over the tanned leather strap between Kara’s sweating thighs.

When Kara’s blue eyes fly open in surprise, the question doesn’t even need to be uttered. Lena can practically read her mind. The executive peers down at her with a loving smile, her palms gently taking each side of her face and cradling it close to her own.

“The red kryptonite cannot be chemically neutralised. That means I need to find another way to control you when you’re… under the influence of dangerous substances.” Lena trails her hand through Kara’s long hair, her nails dragging and gathering it neatly. “That means I need to condition you to see me as your handler, to prevent my brother ever using the red kryptonite compound as a weapon.”

“My handler?” Kara scoffs through the panties between her teeth, laughing. “You couldn’t handle a guinea pig without help—” The sentence is slapped out of her mouth, hard.

“Your ears work, how reassuring.” Lena remains blank-faced. “Now, come with me, let’s see how reward-motivated you can be, little one.”

The fingers entwined in the back of her scalp tug, pull, coax her to follow on her knees across the glass room towards a desk with a laptop on top of it in the corner. There’s a soft, plush cushion beside the chair. Kara realises too late what exactly her girlfriend has planned.

“No, no.” Lena stops when Kara stops, glancing down at the ravenous little creature digging her feet into the floor. “Wouldn’t you rather feel good, sweetheart?” She swiftly takes the panties out of her mouth.

Kara thinks, too optimistically, that it’s so she can reply clearly.

Instantaneously, Kara feels all of her muscles tighten at once. Something has started vibrating inside of her—quite literally, vibrating inside of her—it’s pressed deep inside of her folds, right behind her clit against that perfect spot that made her cunt feel tight and hot. The panties were removed from her mouth so they weren’t a choking hazard, she realises.

Then, it dwindles away to nothing.

“I am going to hurt you in ways you cannot fathom,” Kara growls furiously at the denial of her pleasure.

“No, you’re not.” Lena cranes down and pecks her temple. “Because I will crush you before you ever get the chance, little girl,” her soft voice becomes a stern tone against the ear, the responsive slither of crimson red kryptonite emanating from Kara’s temple not going unnoticed.

The moment Kara snatches at Lena’s throat with her teeth—she is made to learn the hard way around why it’s a regrettable idea.

A sudden shock of electricity hits her, but not externally, this time it’s deep inside of her cunt, attacking the back of her clit with needle-like precision. It hits her so hard that Kara squeals and releases Lena’s throat before the slightest amount of pressure can be applied with her teeth.

Unlike the earlier electric shock, this one is prolonged and hateful almost. Kara curls on her side and cries, clenching her thighs, yelping like a wounded little animal. Lena stands over her calmly, hands clasped in front of her neat black pencil skirt while her thumb continues to press the remote control.

“Please!” Kara squeals. “Please make it stop!”

“Good girl,” Lena whispers and lifts her thumb off the trigger. “Manners will get you everywhere, sweetheart. I would advise that you don’t ever try to hurt me, otherwise I will have to rectify the situation with some sense of equalism. You understand?”

“Yes,” Kara spits the affirmation between her clenching teeth.

“Yes Ma’am,” Lena insists.

“You have lost your soft little fucking mind if you think—” Kara wails a sharp sob that cuts her off, squirming her thighs together again as a small jolt hits her deep in the back of the cunt.

“When you’re like this, Kara, I don’t see my girlfriend,” Lena says firm. “My sweet, gentle, strong Supergirl... She would never try to hurt me, would never hurt a fly even. But you?” Her tone is suddenly accusatory. “You are not my Kara. You are the monster that lurks beneath the surface, and you will kneel and be made tame or you will be crushed into dust. I’m not your girlfriend, your little human, or your subordinate. I am the only authority in your tiny fucking insular world and you will obey me.” It isn’t posed as a question, simply posited as fact.

“We’ll see about that, Ma’am,” Kara growls sarcastically.

“Good girl,” Lena’s tone is suddenly praising, her eyes narrowing with pleased surprise. “You don’t have to enjoy saying it, baby, you just have to do as you’re told.”

Instinctively, Kara wants to protest and be difficult. But whatever Lena has buried deep inside of her cunt…it begins to strangely swell, filling her, vibrating and pulsing against her slick hot folds in a way that is entirely pleasurable. Kara understands too late what game they’re playing. Lena is operantly conditioning her. A game of punishment and reward.

The corner of Kara’s vision glitters, almost. The red kryptonite heightens everything, her emotions, her mood, her aggression, and apparently her arousal too. The wolfish creature can’t help but gasp, closing her eyes and unable to form coherent words.

“I think that’s enough baby,” Lena whispers softly.

Slowly, the strange new toy inside of her cunt recedes in size and slows its vibrations. It feels like a knot growing smaller, then a love egg, then it’s too small to be descriptively felt any more. Kara can still tell something is inside of her but it’s the smallest, most inoffensive intrusion. There, but not there, like a tiny pill-sized probe of sorts.

Kara glances down to the leather strap buckled tight over her slit. She had assumed it was there to stop her slipping out of the strait-jacket, but Kara now understood it was also there to keep something buried inside of her.

Kara shifts slowly on the floor, twisting her hips, trying to feel out the sensations in her body that no longer seemed to exist without Lena deciding they should. It makes the chief executive smile this wolfish, chipper grin that looks strange on her usually dour face. Her beaming white teeth are on display with the breadth of her smile.

She looks beautiful, Kara can’t help but notice.

“What-” Kara blinks, completely confused. “What did you put inside of me?”

“A very, very special toy.” Lena gently takes her by the chin, guiding her shying face to meet her authoritative eyes. “I made it especially for you, though the punishment features were certainly a last-minute revision. If you’re a very, very good girl I’ll show you just how nice it feels when I decide that it should.”

“And if I’m not a good girl?” Kara lifts her brow defiantly. “If I don’t want to be your unconsenting little fucking pet slave?”

At that Lena’s eyes widen slightly.

“Baby,” Lena whispers with a knitted brow, her voice slow and loving. “I’m trying to help you here. The green kryptonite—” She nods at the deep green spotlights that cast the room in dark shadows. “I don’t know how much exposure is lethal, but I know that if you ever posed a risk to the general public then the DEO would ask questions later after they had put you down like a feral animal.” The theoretical possibility seems to make Lena tight with worry. “You don’t have to like this. It’s non-lethal, it’s for your own good, and my Kara would perfectly understand why it was necessary.”

“Then your Kara is a submissive little whore, and you probably know as much.” Kara glares at the unshakeable human she had underestimated.

Lena tucks a long weft of blonde hair behind Kara’s ear.

“Come along,” Lena instructs, turning on her heels to walk to the desk in the corner of the room. “You can either come willingly or I will give you a damn good reason to regret being so difficult.”

***

To Lena’s surprise, Kara did as she was told. Lena sat down in the chair and opened the laptop, her thumb on the shock button, ready to hit her girlfriend where it hurt once she reached zero on her mental countdown from ten.

But Kara crawls forward as best she can like a wounded little animal, her arms secured by the strait-jacket, her cheek pressed to the floor as she pushes forward indignantly on her knees.

The miracle happened. The pigs flew over the sky. The chickens had come home to roost. Lena felt her smile widen proudly, her fingers slipping around Kara’s neck and tickling the nape.

“Good girl,” Lena hushes, then she slips her hand around Kara’s jaw and brings her cheek to her lap. “There you go, just kneel there and show me you can be good.”

Lena rewards her in tangible, felt ways. The bullet-like toy inside of her cunt was activated with the remote, Lena’s thumb slipping over the control trigger to increase the swell in size, then the vibrations too.

Lena kept it on the minimal settings, flexing her thumb back and forth, giving her girlfriend just enough to coax her submission. She imagined that it probably felt like a pulse inside of her tight slick cunt, a pressure that grew and pressed into the back of her g-spot with delicious accuracy, then receded into nothing.

“Say thank you, princess.” Lena idly traces her fingertips on the panting jaw pressing to her thigh.

“Go fuck yourself you arrogant, precious little cunt.”

Lena just closes her eyes and presses the button.

Tense and tight and squealing, the wolfish little creature slumps to the floor and wrestles against the strait-jackets straps. Lena opens her eyes and peers down at her, guilty, curious, aroused beyond words and not ready to take her thumb off the trigger yet.

“Please!” Kara yelps with tears streaming down her red cheeks. “I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry, what?” Lena lifts her eyebrow, waiting for the appellation.

“Oh go fuck yourself—” Kara regrets it instantly.

It was thrilling to bring a god to her squealing, tightly curled-up kneels. Lena knows it’s wrong, that it’s villainous in all the ways she holds herself to be morally higher than. But all Kara has to do is be polite, it really isn’t that hard. She increases the electricity until it feels like a thousand tiny needles digging and prodding, Lena has no doubts about it.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am!” Kara sobs. “Please make it stop, I’m sorry!”

“Good girl,” Lena hushes and takes her thumb off the trigger. “There’s a good, good girl.” She pets her long damp hair. “See, it isn’t that hard baby. You just have to do as you’re told, you just have to be a good girl.”

Lena replaces the pain with a flood of pleasure. It takes her girlfriend off her centre of gravity. Kara slumps again, her toes flexing and curling, her belly tightening until she is curling like a little kitten. Lena makes sure to show the submission an abundance of reward, her thumb flies upward on the control trigger and gives Kara a brief taste of how good obedience can truly feel.

The toy swells so big and wide inside of Kara that her weeping baby blues fly open, entire constellations mapped in the whites of her eyes. The vibrations are so powerful that Lena can hear them — thrumming, pulsing, mechanically growling away like a revving engine. She brings Kara down slowly, gently, backing her away from the cliff edge of a quick hard orgasm.

“Please!” Kara whines and brings her cheek back to Lena’s lap, kissing and digging her nose into the top of the chief executive’s thigh. “I’ll be good, I’ll behave, please just let me cum.”

“I think I’ll leave you right here.” Lena settles on a low, gentle vibration setting — enough that Kara can feel it stirring her orgasm, but not enough to push her over the edge. “If you’re still being a good girl by the time I’ve finished my ordinance paperwork, we can revisit things.”

“Please,” Kara whimpers, her voice barely a choking whisper. “Please, please, please—” She buries her face into Lena’s lap.

Lena ignores it and gets on with her tasks. It takes longer than it usually does, she’s more aware of the ticking time. The panting little mouth pressing to her thigh whimpers and moans, but Kara’s face is entirely slack and resting on the leg as though she has no energy to hold it up of her own volition.

“Please Ma’am,” Kara whimpers, “Please, Ma’am, make it feel good.”

Lena says nothing, offers nothing in response, but she pushes the trigger upwards and increases the vibrations and swelling size of the toy, incrementally and almost procedural. Then, she clicks into her emails for a quick update on the minute notes from the meeting she missed.

Ten minutes pass, if that.

“I need to cum,” Kara pants. “Please?”

“No.”

“Please Ma’am!”

“I said no—ow!” Lena glances down to where Kara had nipped her with teeth, hard. “What did I tell you?” Lena asks calmly, her fingers catching the shying chin. “I was fair, I warned you Kara, all you have to do is be a good girl and do as I tell you to.”

“Please no more shocks, I’m sorry—I didn’t, I didn’t mean to!”

“I’m not going to shock you,” Lena says reassuringly, closing the laptop lid. “You want to be fucked? You want to be pleasured? I’m going to show you exactly why you wait for my freely-given permission. You think this is degrading? Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

***

Kara cries so hard it makes the veins in her throat bulge and stick out. Her legs thrash and kick, her arms wrangling desperately against the tight, taut sleeves of the jacket. Externally, it looked as though she might be in the worst pain one woman could possibly experience. Lena almost felt guilty. But, Kara wasn’t in pain.

She was in terminal pleasure.

“Spread your legs,” Lena only has to whisper the instruction.

Kara does as she’s told instantly, as best she can, opening her shaking legs as far and wide as she possibly can. Her cunt is pink and swollen against the wet leather strap, bucking desperately for an orgasm she isn’t permitted to have.

Whenever she gets too close, Lena dials the toy down—or gives her a tiny shock—depending on whichever is necessary to keep her an obedient and well-behaved girl.

“What a pretty girl,” Lena croons, brow furrowing deeply as she leaned against her chair and crossed her leg. “Tell me again, what are the rules baby?”

“I do as I’m told,” Kara pants. “That’s all I have to do, exactly as I’m told to do.”

“You’re such a good, obedient little girl.” Lena dials up her vibrations almost imperceptibly. “I wanted to break you in gently, Kara, but if you need to be brought under the thumb with ruthless efficiency then that works for me too. Come, hump my foot like a good pet.”

The red kryptonite glows and ebbs under her skin, everywhere, pulsing, from her temples to her toes, the slithers of red slip and glide beneath her skin and then reappear a moment later somewhere else. Lena surmises that her body, her primal aggression, it’s fighting her from the inside out and telling her this is wrong.

Kara ignores it and does as she’s told.

“What a good girl!” Lena cranes down and kisses her temple as the slick leather strap begins to work the top of her bare foot. “What do good girls get, Kara?”

“Rewards, Ma’am,” Kara whimpers.

“And what does the good girl want?”

“For you to fuck me hard, Ma’am,” Kara breaks into a sob and grinds her hips harder. “Please, please, it’s too gentle.” She dissolves into hiccuping tears.

“You’re sure you want a big hard orgasm?” Lena furrows her brow, as though she doesn’t understand. “Wouldn’t you rather a nice, soft, gentle little orgasm that just takes you over the edge—”

“Please let me cum hard,” Kara squeals, her face dipped down and cradled between her handler’s thighs. “Please, Ma’am! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”

“No baby,” Lena says calmly. “Just a tiny soft orgasm tonight. If you are good, I’ll let you have a big one tomorrow.”

“Ma’am please!” Kara yelps as though agonised, her fingers digging tight into Lena’s kneecaps. “Please, please—”

It’s important that Kara learns the size and depth of a reward is Lena’s to call. She won’t get her own way all of the time, that’s Lena’s rationale with denying her. Lena dials down the vibrations incrementally, then makes the swell of the toy just a little bit smaller. Responsively, Kara sobs and bucks harder as she loses the pressure on her g-spot.

“The more you push the more pressure I’m going to take away,” Lena is stern because she feels that she has to be. “Are we going to be a good girl or a ruined girl?”

“Good girl,” Kara whimpers and bucks. “Can I cum, please? I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be obedient.”

“Chase it. I’ll cut you off when you’ve had enough baby, don’t you worry.” Lena cruelly smiles.

Kara bucks and grows silent for a moment, her pained expression slackening as the orgasm creeps up gently—nowhere near as forceful as the wolfish little thing desires it to be—but that will come in time, Lena thinks. She cups Kara’s chin and stares down at her, appraising, judging perfectly, grinning when the wild little thing comes undone with a sob and clutches at her leg like a humping little pet.

“There we go,” Lena whispers, turning the toy off suddenly just as Kara hit the peek. “What a very, very good girl. I’m pleased, Kara.” She cranes and pecks her temple, her tear-stained cheek, then her panting lips. “What do we say?”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Kara stutters.

“Good, good girl.” Lena cradles her cheeks. “Let’s get you comfortable in bed. You’re not going to give me problems, are you?” Lena teases her thumb over the shock trigger.

“No Ma’am!” Kara shakes her head frantically. “No problems!”

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.” Lena kisses her more fervently this time.

It was a gamble with her life that paid off, Lena thinks with relief.

The green kryptonite lamps had died hours ago, the room was completely dim and dark save the backlight from the row of monitors opposite the other side of the glass. Unbeknownst to Kara, she had slowly regained her powers, or certainly enough of them to beat Lena in a fight if she so wished. But, she had been such a very good girl.

Lena had no concerns now that her little wolfish pet could be brought to heel.

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CW: references to no-con and physical abuse; self-hatred; deshumanization; conditioning; pet/slave whumpee; Panic attacks;

Master carried him into a bathroom, placed him sitting on the side of the tub and turned the water on. That Master was deadly quiet. He shuffled on some stuff on the cabinets. This made him hold his breath, wondering if it would be something bad.

There was something very unnerving about the way that man moved. Something was slightly off about him as whole, he felt. He figured it was just… he seemed so different from his previous Masters.

He brushed those thoughts off and looked down. He shouldn’t be staring at his Master, much less judging him. Bad. So bad. Useless.

Master approached again, and put his hand on the water. Empty eyes, almost doll like, and mouth closed on a tight line. He looked nothing like he did before when he was talking to Grand Master on the other household. There, he had looked so mischievous, lively and cheerful... Now he just looked like a blank slate.

…And Master was staring right through him it felt. Green glassy eyes fixated on something right behind him. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist the urge to turn. Nothing there. He quickly moved back, and now Master had eyes on him again. He gasped. Keep your eyes down.

Master didn’t punish him for it. Well, not yet at least. He just kept quietly waiting for the water to rise up then turned it off.

“Can you raise your hands a bit? Just enough so I can pull your shirt off.”

He nods, slowly lifting his arms. They are weak, shaking. He can’t move much without pulling the wounds on his back… But it hardly matters. Master helps him get it off and… Kind of stares at it for a moment, with the same blank expression, before throwing it on the floor.

He wants to cover up. Curl up and brace himself… Hide that beaten, scarred body that he hates so much nowadays. But he can’t. He can never hide from Masters. He learned that… So as much as he hates it, he just keeps his hands to the side, grabbing the sides of the tub. It hurts doing so, the fingernails haven’t grown yet. But that pain at least distracts him a bit… It’s something he can focus on, instead of the shame.

…Master’s expression doesn’t change one bit. He just… stares. At least he seems to only really be looking at the wounds... And then behind him, again. He doesn’t turn this time but feels a chill down his spine.

“…See if the water’s fine. I’ll help you.” Master points at the bathtub, as if it wasn’t just… Right there. His voice sounds a bit different this time, at least. Sounds… sad. And tired. But… there Is something soft about it. He nods. Water is warm.

He tries not to flinch as the water touches his many wounds. He hugs himself in the bathtub… Is fine doing that now, right? He would like to ask, but he can’t. His voice failed him. Master presses something on his back. And it hurts. He clenches his fists and bites his lip so much it bleeds.

“Cry.”

Master says… Is it an order? A threat? He can’t tell. He whimpers a bit, and bites harder.

“It’s fine. Cry. I know you trying not to. But I know it hurts. I know you are scared. If it helps you feel any better, you can cry.”

…And well he doesn’t want to. And doesn’t think it will help make anything better… But he falls into an almost hysteric sob before Master even finishes speaking. Master’s expression doesn’t change one bit. He isn’t angry at least. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Master finishes patching him up after what seems like forever. He knows its for his good but… He still just wants to cry. His hair has been floating all around him, filling the water with white curls… Until Masters pulls them backward.

He flinches, with a loud gasp. Water splashes away. Master was going to drown him, or pull him out of the tub and drag him, he was, he w.a..s… Wasn’t holding his hair anymore. Master had kneeled by the side of the tub, and was just…

Looking at him. Big doll-like eyes, deep in thought.

He needed to apologize now, right fucking now. But how? All he could do were senseless noises, like a fucking animal… But he had pulled away and gasped and…

“Sorry.” Master said “I just wanted to get it out of the way so it wouldn’t stick to the bandages.”

No. No. No. No. Why is Master apologizing? Why are his eyes still so glassy… Why… He sobbed, and went back to crying.

“Sorry. I should have asked first.” Master said again, then barely audible “I’ll steal some nice shampoo for you sometime… I’ll get you a towel now, okay?”

Breathe. Breathe.

Letting the water run out, he places the towel on his shoulders, then helped him dress into a different shirt. It also didn’t fit him at all, but it was clean and it had long sleeves, so he wouldn’t have to look at his arms.

Master helped him get up. He could… Kind of walk now. He leaned into Master for help, letting himself be guided to wherever master wanted… And he was okay at first… But let out a cry as soon as he realized he was being taken to a bed.

Was that why Master wanted him clean? Of course it was. Why the fuck else he would be allowed a bath, much less on the bed? He just… He just wished he would have waited… At least for a day. He was so tired, in so much pain still from being with the Young… ex-Master in the morning… And hours cramped into a car trunk where it had been too scary and dark to sleep…

He gasped and pulled away, and immediately hated himself for it. Master lost his balance, and both of them fell. He backed against the bed frame and shrieked as his wounds were pressed. Breathe. Breathe. But he couldn’t. He was hyperventilating, tears streaming down his face, words stuck on his throat.

What now? How he would apologize and beg? JUST HOW?

“-Ia…S-so-“ he shivered and threw himself forward, forehead on the floor.

I’m sorry Master I’m so sorry I’m dumb and stupid and I was so bad and I made Master fall and I know I need to be punished please punish me please please I want to be forgiven please please please forgive me and-

Nothing. Just incoherent noises. He choked on his own words.

Master was… Staring. Not at him. At the corners of the room moving his head slowly from one side to the other as if following something. When Master looks back at him, he smiles for the first time since they arrived. The teeth are just… slightly too sharp.

“P-pl-“ And the words dissolve on frantic cry. Is that smile a threat? Is that the sign that he is out of patience?

“…Hm.” He stops smiling. Back into … the nothingness. “You�� Are scared of being on the bed right? That’s why you pulled away?”

He shivers. Will confirming be worse? Or letting his Master without an answer? He was bad. He was so so so bad. He didn’t remember being like this before, when he had first been sold. He was good then. He just… Just wanted to be good, why was it so hard? Why was his chest hurting so much, why breathing was so fucking impossible?

“…It’s fine. I’m not angry at you.” Master gets up on one swift movement “If you would feel better on the floor, that’s fine, as long as we can make a comfortable place for you.”

He starts walking around the room, picking up just about anything soft he can find and throwing it at a corner. Not… angry? He watches. Master hums a melody while he moves around. His chest hurts.

At the end, it looks sort of like a nest of pillows and blankets on the corner of the room. It looks… comfy.

“Here, should be good now, can you come here?”

He nods. Slowly, he crawls into the corner. He waits for approval before actually… Actually going on the ‘nest’. Master nods, and he crawls under the piles of blankets. Master is smiling again. It does… It does look like a good smile.

“Good. Is it comfy?”

He nodded. It is. So many blankets and pillows he could hide under.

Master gets up, and walks for the door.

“Alright… Just… try and get some rest now, okay? I’ll be in the other room pretending I don’t exist, but if you need me… Maybe knock on the wall or something. Yeah do that. You can also scream I guess, that would work. But knocking on the wall should work better” Master turns to leave… But stops as if remembering something. He walks back in and turns a lamp on, so the room isn’t so dark when he turns the lights off to leave.

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strawberryjmilk · 4 years

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honeysuckles and dewdrops | part sixteen

word count: 1910

songwriter!reader, idol!hyunjin there’s like one swear word so! also descendants is mentioned again disney pls spare me

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Flowing sounds of piano keys settled around Yoo-mi's kitchen. The girl herself was twirling her newly-dyed pink hair, mouthing along to the lyrics of the song as she cooked. Every now-and-then, Yoomi would do a small bit of choreography, looking to you and winking.

"Y/N!" You held back a groan — Yoomi was using her baby voice. With an — exaggerated — pout, Yoomi spoke again. "Tell me I'm pretty! You tell Jinnie he is all the time and it's just not fair."

You laughed, "you're the prettiest, Yoo. Promise."

Hyunjin's name caused you to pause. Nothing was official — you weren't dating, but you weren't looking at other people, either. You hadn't asked him and he hadn't asked you — it was a 'we know we like each other, what now?' situation.

At least, you thought he liked you. Positive. Pretty sure. Right? He had to — he apologize every chance he could and made sure you never felt left out or second best. Things just weren't technically official — you just had to say the word. Besides — he didn't really know you. He didn't know that you weren't just Yoomi's songwriter; he didn't know that you held the voice everyone seemed to admire.

How could you start a relationship when you would only be lying to him?

Your phone ringing — that's what brought you back to reality. You blinked, walking out of the room once you read the contact name. Yoo-mi shot you a teasing grin — you smiled sheepishly in return.

"Hello?" Your voice was hushed and tip-toeing on the shy side. You sat on Yoo-mi's bed, relaxing your nervous figure as much as you could. He still made you nervous — still made you quiet and trembling and shy. You caught sight of the clock, frowning at the time. "It's late, Hyunjin. You should be sleeping."

A laugh echoes through the speaker and you could imagine Hyunjin's pretty, gentle smile he seemed to save for you only. "I know it is, Y/N. Just wanted to talk to you, is all."

"Oh?" A teasing tilt curves against your words, causing a smirk to fall onto your lips. You grin, "why's that?"

"Just because," you could almost hear his own grin as he answered. A shuffle of sheets was heard from the other line — he was getting ready to sleep, you guessed. "What are you doing? Are you with Mimi?"

You held in a scoff — where else would you be? "Of course I'm at Yoo's — my home away from home." You paused. "She used her baby voice on me so I would tell her that she's prettier than you."

Hyunjin's laugh echoed through the speaker — you were elated you could get him to laugh so easily and so loudly. You let out a small, content sigh, smiling down at the floor gently. Still chuckling, Hyunjin spoke again, "you said she is, right? You know how sulky she can get."

"Of course I did, she might've kicked me out." Hyunjin let out another loud, beautiful laugh. At this point, you doubted any of the other boys were asleep. Hyunjin was being loud — and maybe you could hear Felix making a ruckus in the background. The line goes silent and you could feel your thoughts popping up again.

"Hey, Hyunjin... what if I lied to you?" You bit your lip as you asked the question, nervous of what Hyunjin would think. He hummed, the sound reverberating through the phone.

"Depends on what you lied about," Hyunjin answered. It was silent for a second before he spoke again. "Are you lying to me?"

"What would you consider a bad lie?" You asked instead. You were nervous — what if he completely hated you? Technically, it wasn't your decision to hide your job. But, you still agreed and it still made you feel guilty.

It only took a few moments for Hyunjin to speak. When he did, his voice was hushed and sad. "That you didn't like me. I think I'd be devastated to realize this is a one-sided thing instead of a mutual feeling."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that," you were grinning. How could he make you feel like this without even being near you? "I absolutely adore you, Hwang Hyunjin."

"Shit," it was muttered. Some movement on his side of the line, the crinkling of a blanket could be heard.

You raised an eyebrow, concern fighting with the grin that was on your face. "Hyunjin? Um, should I be worried? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he breathed. You could hear him giggle lightly before he cleared his throat. "I'm completely fine. But you, Y/N L/N, are dangerous. You cannot say things like that and not expect me to feel this way."

"Feel what way?" You teased. You were curious, though, if he felt just as strongly as you did.

"Like I could be falling in love with you right now and I wouldn't mind at all," his voice was soft again. You could envision him perfectly — his eyes sparkling as he grinned into the phone's receiver.

"I wouldn't mind, either," you copied his hushed tone.

"God, I wish I was with you right now," Hyunjin sighed. You heard a muted conversation, the words garbled as you assumed Hyunjin covered his speaker. Sighing, his voice came into focus again. "I have to go, Y/N. But, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye," you whispered. Hyunjin hummed, hanging up afterwards and you couldn't help but feel like there were things that weren't spoken. You bit your lip again, plugging your phone into its charger before deciding to sleep.

Yoo-mi trailed into her bedroom, seeing you staring at your phone wistfully. She crawled up to you, wrapping her legs around your waist as she sat behind you. Placing her chin on your shoulder, she spoke, "what's up?"

"I feel like I'm lying to them," you admitted. You felt Yoomi give a little nod as you continued. "Lying to him. We just made up and I feel like I'm going to ruin it."

"You won't ruin anything," Yoomi denied. She disconnected herself from you before laying down, pulling you with her. You laid face-to-face now, her lamp allowing a small glow to light up the room. "Promise. Let's sleep now — we have a movie night with the gremlins tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Yoo."

"Sleep well, Y/N."

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"Movie night! Movie night! Movie night!"

Minho sighed, rubbing at his temples as his band mates and your best friend continued to chant. They were beyond excited — ecstatic; animated; overjoyed; whatever. They were loud and Minho was getting annoyed.

You let out a giggle before deciding to speak up for his sake. "Guys can you, perhaps, calm down?"

"Y/N. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," Jisung chided in faux disappointment. He clicked his tongue before walking up to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders comfortably. "It's your first movie night with us! We're allowed to be a little excited!"

"A little?" Seungmin nagged to himself. Minho looked at him, nodding in agreement. You let out another laugh — the night hadn't begun yet and you were enjoying it so much already. Jisung's arm was pushed off of your shoulders abruptly, someone else replacing him.

"That's enough of that," Hyunjin muttered. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him curiously. Hyunjin grinned, using the arm that was wrapped around you to lead you to the couch. "Sit beside me, alright?"

Jisung scoffed to himself, "as if you gave her a choice." Hyunjin only scowled at him.

"Whose turn is it to pick the movie?" Jeongin asked, already eating the candy he picked out. Chan was beside him doing the same thing — they're going to run out of snacks and complain, you thought.

Felix raised his hand, "I chose last time. So that means..." Everyone paused to look around the room. Your eyes settled on Yoo-mi as she grinned smugly, hand already on the remote. Changbin groaned, "oh, no!"

"It's been a while," Yoo-mi sighed dreamily as the first Descendants movie intro played. She leaned her head on your left shoulder, watching the screen blissfully.

You blinked, "it hasn't even been a day, Yoo."

"At least it's the first one," Hyunjin shrugged from your right. "It has been a while for that one. I think I have the second one memorized."

Yoomi began humming along to the movie — Hyunjin leaned over you slightly to look at her. His eyebrows furrowed, head tilting curiously before he settled against the couch again. You held your breath as your thoughts went into overdrive — he knows something, he has to.

Fingers wrapped around your hand gently, pulling you from your thoughts. Hyunjin shuffled in his seat, clearing his throat before looking at you shyly. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand and scooting a little closer. You felt Yoo-mi suck in a large breath before she leaned into your left side entirely.

"If you sing along and they happen to hear you," Yoomi whispered in your ear. You held your breath as she continued, "it's not breaking contract. You didn't tell them anything. Technically."

A loophole — Yoomi found a loophole because she knew you didn't like lying to them. The relief almost brought tears to your eyes. You looked at her as she moved away, smiling at the grin she was giving you.

So, when Dove Cameron popped up to sing If Only, you didn't hesitate to sing along.

Jisung was the first one to look in your direction, covering his mouth in shock. You could tell he was smiling, though, by his puffed cheeks and crinkling eyes. Shining eyes that said one thing — I'm proud of you. Slowly, all of the boys looked from a grinning Yoomi to you — all varying degrees of awe and joy.

The movie was forgotten as Hyunjin finally looked at you, mouth parted slightly. The scene changed and the actress stopped singing — you stopping with her. He let out a breath, "it was you? You- you were singing for Mimi?"

You didn't answer. Instead, you pulled Hyunjin up by your intertwined hands, leading him to the kitchen so you could have some privacy. Silence danced between the two of you before you broke it. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I couldn't. We weren't— aren't allowed to let anyone know."

"I get it," Hyunjin shook his head. He held both of your hands now, lifting them so they hovered between you both gently. "I'm not upset. Just... shocked, I guess. Not only are you pretty and an amazing songwriter — you also have one of the most stunning voices I've ever heard."

You let out a sharp, flattered laugh. Taking a leap of faith, you met Hyunjin's eyes and allowed yourself to speak. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Hyunjin was taken aback — blinking owlishly and ignoring the pigment that was settling onto his cheeks. "Uh— yeah! Yeah, I'll be your boyfriend. I was— I was going to ask you out, actually."

"No, he wasn't."

"He's a coward."

You looked to the entrance of the kitchen, seeing all of your friends peeking in. Shaking your head, you laughed at Hyunjin's horrified expression. "Could we have some time alone?" He choked out.

There was a chorus of everyone saying, "no". You chuckled again.

"Besides," Jisung began. He looked to the side, nose in the air as he tried to act cool. "I'm Y/N's favorite boy. I knew she could sing before any of you did — I deserve to know who she's dating, too."

Hyunjin looked at you, appalled. You only shrugged before kissing his cheek.

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writemywaytoyourheart · 5 years

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One- Next

a/n: so like, here it is. tada~ I hope you guys like it! Sorry if it seems a bit rushed, I just really want to get to the present day so that we can meet hobi T-T but I did do my best! again, pls don’t let this flop

pairing: idolau! Hoseok x female reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2,904

warnings for this chapter: language, cheating, non-consensual kiss, implied self-harm...I think that’s it

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Daisies in the Dark Masterlist

Part Two: When Somebody Loves You

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The second you stepped through the threshold of what would be your new home; a breath you hadn’t even known you were holding released with a huge sigh. The apartment wasn’t big at all with a small kitchen, a tiny sitting space that had bookshelves about half full with what you assumed were Eui’s books, a small hallway turned off to the right where you figured the bedrooms and bathroom were, it was dimly lit with a small lamp on a coffee table.

It was perfect.

Eui stumbled into the apartment a second later and laughed breathlessly at your stunned face as she plunked one of your bags down, “like what you see? It isn’t much, but it is cozy.” You spun around over and over taking in every single inch that you could and holding in tears of joy before you turned back to your new friend, “it’s absolutely amazing, I love it so much, thank you.” The lingering nausea from your nerves was now gone completely, replaced by comfort at your surroundings.

Eui smiled while nodding then patted you on the shoulder, “no need to thank me girlie, I know we’re gonna have an awesome time together! Let’s get you unpacked!”

To say you had an awesome time together would be an understatement. You were more of an introvert before coming to Korea because you never really had anyone to hang out with, always eating lunch alone and studying alone. Group projects were always the worst when everyone jumped to grab whoever they wanted to work with, constantly leaving you in an awkward position seeing as everyone had a partner but you. Things were different after you met Eui though, she took you out to the arcade and to food stands, slowly bringing you out of your comfort zone. At first it was just the two of you, then she introduced you to some other girls that you would be going to school with.

The rest of the semester and through the summer was filled with giggling girl talks and romantic movie nights, stuffing yourselves with pizza and junk food. When school started again, you were nervous but knew you could handle it with Eui and your new friends to do it alongside you. Classes were hard but you continued to study and do your best, to thank your wonderful teacher who sent you here and prove that she hadn’t done it for nothing.

About two months into the semester you felt Eui start to pull away a bit. It happened after she met a boy in college; you were studying one night when she burst into your room and jumped on the bed squealing. You shut your books and laughed at her excitement, “what’s going on?? Why are you so excited??” She took a deep exaggerated breath then proceeded to explain, “ok, you know Kim Yung-Kwon from mathematics that I’m totally in love with?” You nodded and she continued, “he started talking to me today and he literally ended up asking me out to coffee!!” Your eyes widened and you jumped up to join in her mini dance party, screaming and giggling over her crush liking her back.

Needless to say, she accepted the date. After that day she spent a lot more time in her room on the phone with her new boyfriend, which you totally understood, so you gave her space. You two stopped your daily outings and only went out together once every few weeks. It was okay with you since you were busy with school and actually happened to find an internship at a company not too far from your place.

You got the internship, and from there everything went to hell.

6 months before the incident...

“Hello, my name is Y/L/N Y/N, I hope we work well together. Please take care of me!” You bowed to your new coworkers and they smiled, bowing in return. They were really nice people and your first day went smoothly. You were in charge of making copies, bringing coffee, scheduling meetings and taking notes for those who could not attend said meetings. It was pretty easy; especially since the girl training you made it easy to understand and she was super nice.

After your shift you went to clock out, you were looking down to fix everything you were holding and ran right smack into someone’s hard chest. You looked up to apologize and stepped back in surprise when you saw who it was, “Kim Yung-Kwon?” You asked and he nodded while laughing, “Y/N?” You bowed and smiled laughing a bit yourself, “funny running into you! What brings you here?” He smiled back and picked up some of the papers you dropped after running into him. He handed them to you and answered your question, “I got an internship here. I’m guessing you did as well?” You nodded and he brightened then stepped to the side to let you walk past, “well I hope to see you around Y/N, I have to go, but you should join Eui and I on a day out sometime!” You smiled once more while passing by him, “that sounds fun! Let me know what you guys come up with. See you around!” You waved to each other then you walked away, a pit of dread in your stomach at the butterflies that were in you at your encounter.

Kim Yung-Kwon was a very handsome young man, but he was definitely taken. You slapped yourself gently on the cheek to bring your mind back. Don’t you dare Y/N, don’t you dare! You chided yourself as you walked to the bus stop. Eui was your best friend and if there was one thing you wouldn’t do, it would be stealing a taken man. You stepped into your home and saw Eui lounging on the couch. Eui looked up from her phone and waved to you, asking happily, “how was your first day?? Yung-Kwon texted me and said he ran into you today!” You breathed a sigh of relief that she already knew and plopped yourself down next to her. You two spent the night talking and gossiping like the old days a few months ago. Like nothing had changed.

Except that day, everything changed. Neither of you knew it yet though.

Work and school were your norm those days. Day in and day out, studying and doing the internship. Yung-Kwon was always really sweet to you and you hung out with him and Eui a few times a week. You knew he liked Eui a lot and you knew you could keep your feelings in check, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were doing something wrong, the uneasy pit dwelling in your stomach made you miss out on a few outings with them.

It was all saved however, by Lee Jin-Ho. A boy that would talk to you on a daily basis since your start of school. You always thought he was cute and sweet, and he was really easy to talk to. You were completely blind-sided though when he finally had the courage to ask you on a date. Your feelings for Yung-Kwon disappeared the more you went out with Jin-Ho. You never had a boyfriend in your entire life so the whole ordeal was foreign and a bit stressful for you. Jin-Ho was a complete sweetheart and totally infatuated with you, so he was patient and never pressured you into anything.

3 months before the incident...

One time about two months into your relationship, you two went to the arcade together. You walked in and smiled at the purple flashing lights, K-pop songs blasting and people laughing. Jin-Ho went immediately to a claw machine that had stuffed animals in it. “Which one do you want, Y/N?” You laughed and joined him, scanning the toys and pointing to a little stuffed bear, “I want that one!” He nodded and got right down to business. Never in your entire life have you had someone care so much about you, let alone like you. This whole thing was mesmerizing and you were so scared that it would shatter into a million pieces at any minute. It must be a dream, because good things don’t happen to you.

After a good twenty tries, Jin-Ho finally hollered in victory, holding up the tiny bear and presenting it to you with a smile. You weren’t thinking and went right in for a hug, it was the first time anything physical besides holding hands was initiated between you two. He froze for only a second before hugging you back just as tight. You’d never been happier, and you knew you never would be. You didn’t need anything else.

Turns out you’d never been more wrong in your life.

2 months before the incident...

It was the party. You knew going to a party would be a terrible idea, but Jin-Ho knew the person throwing it and told you that the people there weren’t the reckless drunk type you always heard about. You two walked in and you could smell the alcohol already, flashbacks from your past started to swarm your mind until you felt his arm around your waist protectively. Jin-Ho whispered into your ear, “it’s okay baby. I got you.” His pet name for you sent a chill down your spine and you nodded. Your boyfriend kissed the top of your head and led you to a couch, “I’m going to get us some drinks, stay here and don’t worry.” You grabbed his hand and stuttered, “n-no alcohol, right?” He smiled and nodded, gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before disappearing into the crowd.

That was the last time you saw your boyfriend that night. Now, Lee Jin-Ho you did see again, but this time he had a girl on his lap making out with her and running his hands all over her body. You had gone to search for him, and you found him. He happened to see you a second later. But unlike what you expected to happen, the boy you thought you loved didn’t look concerned or regretful. He never got up or pushed the girl away. He never called your name out to explain himself. Instead, he smirked at you before raising an eyebrow, as if to say, what? Watch all you want, before turning back to the girl and continuing what he started. Who knew that something so precious and dear could be ripped from you in a split second?

You ran to the bathroom, shoving past people, some gave you pitiful looks and some laughed at you. You rushed to the toilet and threw up a few times, until nothing was left in your stomach. You were numb. A lot of running happened that night as you ran out of the party and all the way home. There were no questions asked when you burst into the apartment sobbing, your makeup running down your face. Eui gestured to you and held you in her arms, singing to you. Rocking you back and forth while you cried your heart out over your first relationship heartbreak. Eui whispered how much she loved you and how sorry she was.

You took a few days off, saying you were sick. Which, technically you were throwing up. At just the thought of that man, you couldn’t help but rid your body of the little you ate that day. Your stomach wouldn’t stop turning for weeks. Eui came in however, after about a week. She pulled you out of bed and forced you to dress, eat and go out with her. You couldn’t explain how hard it was to do normal everyday tasks, especially when Jin-Ho was still in some of your classes.

He never spoke to you again, would walk by you as if you were nothing more than-

a used tissue....

But, you wouldn’t let him continue to hurt you. So, you turned back to what you promised yourself you would never do again. You numbed the pain, and there was only one way that that always worked. Long sleeves would have to go back in fashion again, for you at least. If anyone could hurt you, it would be yourself.

“You’re fine, Y/N….You don’t need him anyways.”

1 month before the incident...

You continued to do the internship, the best part of the day was when you ate lunch with Yung-Kwon and Eui when she came to join you guys. Yung-Kwon never acted as if he pitied you, for which you were extremely grateful. It had been almost a year since you came to Korea, and a lot had happened. You just hoped that it would get brighter from there on out.

The final straw was that day.

That one day you would forever wish you could turn back to and stop. Stop everything that was never supposed to happen....

1 week before the incident...

It was just another day at work, you were typing up a few emails while you rubbed your eyes in exhaustion. It was around lunchtime, but you still had a lot to do. You were sending your last email when you got a text from Yung-Kwon:

“On the roof?” You asked yourself in confusion, but then brushed it off. There were lunch tables on the roof and you three had wanted to try it out someday. You wished Eui would be coming, but you guessed she was busy. Your feelings for Yung-Kwon were strictly friendly those days. You had been able to talk sense into yourself and realize he was just a nice guy, and your heart hadn’t been used to nice guys. After seeing one it immediately wanted him. Now you knew better, and so did your heart. You packed up your stuff and got up to make your way to the roof. You walked up the stairs and pushed the door to the roof open. Yung-Kwon was standing at the balcony looking down into the street. Just then your phone pinged with a text from Eui.

What was she talking about? Yung-Kwon said she was busy….You quickly typed a reply and smiled, Yung-Kwon would be happy that she could make it!

You frowned at the text in confusion but got distracted when you heard Yung-Kwon call your name, “Y/N! Come on, I got food already.” You walked over and sat down on one of the benches. Yung-Kwon sat right next to you, which confused you. You scooted a little away from him and started opening your sandwich that he bought for you. You decided to let Eui surprise him so you said nothing.

“Thanks for the lunch.”

“Of course Y/N.”

He opened his sandwich then turned back to you, “uh, can I ask you something?” You nodded and went to take a bite of your food when his next words made you freeze, “are you in love with me?” You turned to him in shock, your eyes bugging out of your head and your mind screaming at you to just get up and leave. You stupidly stayed put, furrowing your brows and shaking your head, “what are you talking about Yung-Kwon? I am not in love with you, weirdo.” You laughed it off, thinking maybe he was pulling a prank on you. It wasn’t a very funny one though.

You jumped when he grabbed your hand and you tried to pull away. He held on tight and looked into your eyes, “Y/N, you can be honest. I know you’re scared because of what Jin-Ho did to you. But, I would never hurt you. I- I think I’m in love with you.” You yanked your hand out of his and stood up, “you better shut up right now Yung-Kwon. I don’t know what you’re playing but it isn’t funny. You think I would turn right around and cheat with someone right after knowing what it’s like?! And to my best friend??” He stood up and walked towards you, forcing you to walk back until you couldn’t anymore because of the railing.

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. Jin-Ho was an asshole, and we all know it. I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me so it’s different!” You stared at him in shocked silence before responding, “what the hell are you talking about?? We don’t love each other! You love Eui!!” He shook his head, “no I don’t! Ever since I found out you were interning here, that first day. Something changed for me. I knew you liked me then.” You flinched at his touch on your cheek and slapped his hand away, “don’t touch me!” At that moment, you saw the door to the roof open behind his shoulder and saw Eui slip through carrying a bag of food.

You were about to shove him away from you and call out to her, when to your horror he grabbed your hands and pulled you to him.

Maybe Eui would run to help you.

Maybe Eui would understand and come save you.

Maybe Eui would know you.

But, don’t you remember, silly girl? Good things don’t happen to you.

Yung-Kwon smashed his lips against yours at the exact second Eui waved, her eyes locking on the scene before her, her face blanching. She dropped the bag with a thunk.

Yung-Kwon stole your first kiss…..and your best friend in the entire world went right along with it.

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a/n 2.0: ok...this gave me more grief than the first chapter lmao. if y’all don’t like this im giving up....JUST KIDDING IM GONNA MAKE A HOBI FIC IF IT DESTROYS ME . which it probably will.

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