#yes this rage... this hoarseness of the voice as you scream and cry and your head hurts from stress. complete breakdown of personhood.

[lovelyiida]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

TODOROKI X READER

SYNOPSIS: after all these years…

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, AGED UP! TODOROKI (28), swearing, slight-sexual themes, mentions of manipulation/mental abuse, crying, mentions of cheating, unhealthy consumption of alcohol, humiliation, angst, NO SPELL/GRAMMAR CHECK LOL

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today was the day you thought would never come. a day you thought would only be a figment of your worst dreams. a dream that would never dare phase through reality.

“what happened to when you used to love me?”

you loathed today.

the fear of I hate you, replaces I love you.

you sit across from your ex-lover, teary-eyed and tired. voice hoarse from the screaming argument the two of you just had. the rage and booming of voices became a still quietness, the stillness of acceptance, the stillness of grief.

the grief of losing love, seeing love die.

today, you saw love—die.

“was it me? was it my body? the way I act?”

you sit across from your ex-lover, distraught, trying to make sense of the situation unfolding. You got no response, being met with silence and an absent gaze.

you let out a shaky sigh, nose twitching as tears flooded your eyes.

“if you’re going to cheat on me, I deserve a fucking answer.”

a beat goes by, two beats, three beats, and another.

“No.”

No?

“there is nothing wrong with you, y/n.”

“so why did you cheat?”

silence…

“I…I don’t know.”

he doesn’t know.

“you don’t know?” you spat with venom, voice shaky, yet timid. the tears that brimmed against your eyes fell with one swift movement.

you hung your head low, quiet sobs turns into a broken, somber laughter.

You quickly slam your fists onto the table.

“I gave my everything to you!”

Todoroki looks at you, eyes filled with a dark void, unresponsive.

you didn't want to believe it in the beginning, you thought his little slip-ups were for a valid reason, from never picking up the phone, not answering your voicemails, coming home late into the night, and leaving early in the day.

the smells of her perfume, the hickeys on his chest. even though the two of you would regularly have sex, you never gave him hickeys...

"you sound delusional y/n," he said.

"why would I ever cheat on you? you're the only woman in my life," he said.

"I love you," he lied.

and maybe you were acting delusional, maybe it was just a figment of your imagination. Todoroki was a loving husband and an incredible father, he was also your best friend. nothing could have made you think otherwise.

but, love is blind.

the first time you caught him, you were visiting his agency, wanting to surprise him with some homemade lunch and some cookies the kids made.

your heels click-clacked onto the polished floors. a smile on your face as you greeted the staff with a respective bow.

today was supposed to be a good day.

Walking into the office area, you spot one of your close friends, Todoroki's comrade, and also a close friend, Iida. smiling his way you walk towards him, he turns your way with a smile but for some reason, his smile falters.

"y/n! I didn't know you'd be in today? why didn't you call?" he says, you detected a slight waiver in his words. tilting your head you scoff, "why would I need to call in to see my husband at his own agency, Iida?"

"no reason! it's just he's super busy with something right now so you might want to come back later--"

"listen, Iida, I just want to drop off some lunch me and the kids made for him. can I do that without you patronizing me? cut your old friend some slack, class president."

you begin to walk away until Iida takes grasp of your shoulder, "y/n!"

"yes?" you shout with irritance, Iida begins to stammer a little. "what is it?" you grow irritated with his antics.

"um, I just walked in to say–"

The both of you hear a door open, snapping your heads to the sound you see a woman walking out of your husband's office adjusting her clothes, and fixing her hair.

eyeing the girl down, you shrug Iida's hand off your shoulder and storm into his office. "hang in there, y/n!" he yells.

walking into your husband's office you see him adjust his tie, "who the hell was that, Shoto?" your voice catches Todoroki off guard. But not enough for him to show it.

"what're you doing here? I thought you took off work to be with the kids?" he says. "I was...me and the kids made lunch for you." you throw the bento box onto his desk, "don't bother coming home tonight."

you start to walk out until Todoroki grips your waist and slams you into the door, slamming it shut. you try to struggle out of his grasp, but he was stronger than you by a landslide.

"stop fighting me, y/n"

"let go of me, you bastard." you curse under your breath as your eyes begin to water, Todoroki leans down and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

you were so mad at him, so angry, yet you melted into his touch.

kissing him back, you tangle your fingers into his red-white locks. Todoroki lifts your legs up around his waist, walking over he softly sets you on top of his desk. Deepening the kiss, you let out a moan.

Todoroki starts to kiss your neck, throwing your head back, you allow him more access. opening your legs wider you feel his bulge grind against your entrance, he groans at the feeling.

before you could let things get any further, you push him away from you. breathing heavily, you stare at him, his eyes seem darker than usual. "who is she?" you spat. Todoroki lets out a displeased sigh, "she's no one you need to worry about--"

"who. is. she." you angrily whispered.

rubbing his face, he backs up from your figure, hands still wrapped around your waist. "she's an intern, transferring from Midoriya's agency. she... doesn't like the position she's currently stationed at. so she walked into my office and began to strip and flung herself onto me."

you curl your lips into a thin line as your eyes water, "but, I stopped her as soon as she started it. and I fired her, blacklisting her from any other UA-affiliated agencies."

you let out a relieved sigh, smashing your lips into his, you smile. being thankful you had such a wonderful, loyal, husband.

"I love you, Shoto."

you loved him...

Then, these little appearances between him and "interns," were more frequent than you thought.

you and Todoroki attended a yearly banquet for all of the UA hero course alumni, tonight you were able to catch up with so many of your old friends, it felt like old times back when you were a teenager.

"you and todoroki have been a thing for how long, now?"

"8 years! our fifth-year wedding anniversary will be in October, actually." people could tell by the way you gushed whenever you talked about your husband and kids. they were your pride and joy, obviously.

"wow, that's amazing y/n, y'know maybe if Mina would stop partying around like a drunk pansy, we would actually be able to settle down and have some kids." you laugh at Kirishima's complaint.

"you, Mina, and the words 'have some kids,' don't quite match, sadly" you laughed.

Kirishima chuckles, turning his head he frowns. "oh god, here comes this narc." turning your head you scoff at the sight before you, "oh, Monoma!' you "happily" shout.

Monoma walks over, trapping his arm around Kirishima, he slurs over his words. "look what we have here, more shitty 1-A students."

he's obviously drunk.

"how've you been Monoma?" you smile.

"I've just been busy being successful, having the 5th-ranked best hero agency in the country. having multiple successful businesses, and I'll be putting out a book soon. can't say I haven't been blessed."

Kirishima rolls his eyes, "you'd think with all those 'blessings' you'd be blessed with a better personality." you can't help but let out a quiet chuckle.

"and you'd think after all these years, you'd be more successful than me. all you have to your name is a sidekick title and a failing marriage, too bad though." Monoma gulps the rest of the wine, letting out a burp he blows it into Kirishima's face.

"oh, fuck you!" Kirishima pushes Monoma off him in anger, slamming him into the floor. you could see his spikes start to ripple off his skin. You lay a hand on Kirishima's back and frown, trying to console him.

"y'know what Monoma, I think you need some water," you say.

Monoma, looks into your eyes and shows a sinister smile. Stumbling back up he walks towards you. pointing his finger in your face, you scowl.

"do you know what you need?" he chuckles.

"hm?" you anticipate his answer, sipping slowly from your glass of wine.

"you need to figure out that your husband has been sleeping around with my secretary and all the interns in the fucking city." he laughs loudly, your eyes widen in shock.

"excuse me?"

"not fucking cool bro!" Kirishima yells.

"oh please, stop with the act, you know too! everyone knows! and you would know too y/n, only if you weren't so busy playing mommy-maid you'd figure it out!"

You didn't know what to say, honestly. Your eyes water, "everyone knows this?" you look at Kirishima. He frowns, giving you all the answers you needed.

"sorry you had to learn about it this way, I'm the last person who wanted you to figure it out like this--"

Monoma's mantra was cut short with a sharp splash of white wine (and the glass) to the face.

"go to hell!" you screamed.

so you were right all along...

all eyes shoot towards the three of you, Kirishima looks around and tries to calm you down. but you turn into a cursing frenzy, some of your classmates came to your aid.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"are you alright?"

denki, mina, shoji, and ojiro come towards you. circling around and shielding you from the other's gaze.

"I thought you guys were my friends!" you cried, dropping to your knees you cry harder.

"we are your friends! what would make you think otherwise?" Ojiro asks.

"she knows..." Kirishima adds.

everyone backs up from your figure, looking around frantically. Mina speeds off to find Todoroki.

to summarize, you were oblivious to the cheating.

it was already embarrassing enough that some sponsors recorded the interaction and posted it on the internet.

After that night, things changed forever.

You moved out of the house, taking the kids with you. You resined your position with your agency and started to stay at home with your kids permanently, at least until your funds couldn't support that option anymore.

Todoroki was never at home anymore, he was always out. Either out patrolling, sleeping around, or getting drunk.

and here you are today, sitting across from your ex-husband, finalizing your divorce.

"I gave you my heart, my soul, my body, two beautiful children..."

"I gave you something you never had, I gave you love."

you sat, with your head down, licking the inside of your cheek. you let out an exasperated sob before quickly composing yourself once more.

"I gave you a family"

Todoroki's eyes shed a single tear.

"I-I'm so sorry, please forgive me...please y/n"

shaking your head, cry even harder.

"a-and to even think...to even think that I would be with you forever. to be at fault for thinking we would grow old together, to be at fault for thinking we would both finally have a healthy family, to be at fault for thinking that I was happy!"

Todoroki cries harder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" falling onto his needs and crawling over to your legs, bowing his head down he rubs his hands together, begging for forgiveness.

You look down at him in disgust, you feel bad for him, you shouldn't, but you do. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you get up from your seat.

"get up."

Todoroki scrambles and gathers himself to his feet.

Gazing up at his eyes, one icy and one golden, your lips tremble.

Leaning into him, you rest your hands on his face. Todoroki slips his hands onto your waist.

"please..." he trembles.

lifting his hair from his head, you plant a soft kiss on his forehead. Softly, you push yourself away from his embrace. Digging into your purse you pull out the final documents for your divorce.

Looking at the calendar you read the date, October 22nd...

"happy anniversary."

kinda ass I KNOW… this was one of my older works before I started to write better, so I might go back and fix this up if I might make a whole new version, tell if I should down below PLEASE!

I know I said I would update more, but life got to me. Almost at 1k followers tho! Fuck it we ball.

nah because past me ate with his one y'all!!!

⎯ lovelyiida ♥︎

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[shadowflame3]

Ghost x fem!reader

Tags: nsfw, asphyxia kink, big size kink, dirt, compliments, elements of fluff, elements of suffering.

Size: Average(?)

People under 18 (or at least 16) - Not allowed.

A golden dwarf star, shining high in the sky, which is commonly called the sun, sneaks through the thick curtains, dividing the room into parts with a soft cut, warming this oblong space.

The dust dances in the rays, spins like lady at the ball, draws momentary silhouettes.

You hum, rolling over from your side onto your back, which is sore from yesterday’s work... Your eyelashes tremble.

You turn your sleepy gaze to the man lying next to you, who is holding your waist with a massive hand, and is probably no longer sleeping - he is pretending, as he always does.

Simon's habits of always being on guard fit into your life like raindrops under a leaky awning. You don’t mind and are ready to endure, help, get through it.

The past has left many scars on him and his ever-raging consciousness - many of the wounds still fester with pain and fly off like sparks in everyday quarrels, as if someone is sharpening a long-rusted sword.

These skirmishes... They end quickly.

Now - yes.

You don’t know whether the reason is you and your attitude or the man’s fears, his self-control, but you have never been offended at each other for more than a day...

Although, you should stop lying to yourself. the reason is clear.

You have a wonderful habit, which at one time, along with the meat, tore out of both of you - people with problems with trust - the walls, the shell that you had been building for years, fencing yourself off from the outside world.

It was painful, scary.

But this is better.

Better than before. Do you remember these terrible scandals - a small scar for which Riley still feels guilty, kisses him every time, whispers apologies, almost breaking into tears that flow from his eyes as if through exposed nerves...

One by one, or maybe together, you cried, held on to each other as if it were something that kept you in life, so desperately that it was even pathetic.

This scar was the point of no return once upon a time

They lied to each other.

They were tensely afraid to get closer.

They saw each other as a threat, and through these feelings they were drawn to the warmth that You allowed yourself to show at times.

This scar... it became everything.

He became the end.

Petals of fragments covered the dark tiles of the kitchen like sparkling stars.

Ghost froze.

He looks at his outstretched hand, looks at your reddened cheek, at the long wound oozing with ichor, left by a crooked fragment.

He is simply silent, digesting and realizing his own action.

He dared to raise his hand to you.

Threw a glass...

You are terrified.

The world around you is collapsing, as are your barriers.

You can’t breathe, your stomach is empty, as if there are no organs in it, only a black hole remains, sucking in the remnants of your composure.

Your tailbone burns with a feeling of fear, and there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You don't know what happened, why.

But you simply completely peel off the barely healed layer of wounds from your memories, expose your mind, scream, deciding to do, perhaps, the most terrible thing in the world.

Shout to him about everything.

About what you feel,

that you're scared,

that you love him and this is torture,

that you don't want to leave,

that he's a bastard,

that you love him.

You scream.

Your voice is already hoarse, but you continue to speak in one breath.

You don't want to play this crap anymore.

You don't want to silently try to guess what's wrong.

You want to talk.

And you do it.

You simply remained in front of him without all the shields, mentioning everything that is possible and impossible

You crying.

Him too.

He asked for forgiveness, stepping on the fragments with his feet, which you then tried to get out with tweezers in the bathroom, simply holding his hand...

The lumpy, barely noticeable scar under the eye is a reminder of the day when Ghost, after your tirade, simply left everything.

He stepped forward and bowed his knees.

He cried like a child with you. Because decided to trust.

He cried about unspoken words, about what he had experienced, about the future, about you.

He wanted to leave - it was ingrained in his brain that he was dangerous for you, but you begged. The horror in your eyes made him stay (well, and also your nails with which you grabbed his shoulders)

He stayed and...

You both spoke.

About what you feel.

About the fact that you are nearby.

About what you love.

About the fact that you are weak, that you are afraid.

That you want to be together because it is your salvation.

Being completely honest with each other was a sweet torture for two, which solved... many, if not all, problems.

There were no more scandals.

There were no more broken dishes.

There were you and Simon, your home, which always awaits one of you with warmth and comfort...

Your house is not big.

There are four rooms, a kitchen combined with a living room, two bathrooms...

There are no huge spaces here, but there are no closets either - Ghost does not tolerate cramped dark spaces, the reason for which you have yet to find out, and you are ready to wait as long as necessary to listen...It's good here. Warm bed, Ghost, you.

Remembering all this, you can’t help but feel your heart aching inside, and excitement chilling your back.

You lift the corners of your slightly dry lips in a blissful smile, blinking away hot tears

Your partner, your boyfriend, your Ghost.

He is here.

And he is ready to go with you, to protect you, just as you protect him.

You are together... you are not alone.

With a soft hand, you touch the man’s stubbly rough cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, and with the other hand, crumpling the blanket, unable to contain the delight that, for some reason, has not left you since the very first meeting with this man.

You sit down - your stiff body stretches, causing you to moan blissfully while you stretch your arms up, yawning sweetly.

Goosebumps from the coolness of the room penetrate you and you, shuddering, wipe your face with your hands before falling back into the abyss of thoughts.

During this action, you don’t remember how you leaned over Ghost, placing your hands on both sides, studying.

You have seen this face thousands of times, and each of them seems to you like a work of art.

Every scar, millimeter of skin, stubble, coarse coarse hair, like the character of YOUR man...

You leave a kiss on his cheek.

The dry skin of your lips scratches a little, but the tenderness of the moment covers it all.

You, still sleepy, mumble something, covering the face of the man with kisses, who smiles quietly, lifting his eyes and slyly watching his girlfriend.

"Mm... early in the morning and already a kisser?..."

You are pulled back into the sheets, engulfed in a warm embrace by a pair of safe arms.

You grumble for the first couple of moments before shamelessly running your hands down the man’s broad back, stopping at his buttocks, squeezing them slightly and humming contentedly.

You nuzzle his neck, inhaling his scent, intertwining your legs, and saying something about how you got the best man possible.

Compliments... something that Ghost can't escape in a relationship with you.

You are ready to praise him simply because he exists.

It may be unhealthy, but you don't care...

As long as you have Ghost, the whole world could burn to hell - you won't care.

Early awakening and fussing.

You trudge into the kitchen, throwing an old Ghost T-shirt over your body, which falls off your shoulder...

But it’s too small for him...

You can't forget the look when he tried it on.

The muscles were covered with dark fabric, hiding nothing.

At all.

It was like a compression shirt, only better.

The smell of Ghost is all around you.

You can't stop smiling.

Your brain is so active today...

A soldier comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your head and squinting, watching you make a comically perfect British breakfast - you never tire of joking about it, good-naturedly.

He doesn't mind at all...

The bitterness of coffee diluted with milk gently touches your tongue when you sip a little.

Peace is in the air.

Outside the window, trees and bushes are green, and the small courtyard is flooded with light...

you will need to install sun loungers, you think, taking another sip.

The trill of birds and the slight swaying of leaves under the playful threads of wind that caress the nostrils with the scent of dew...

The moment freezes and you are ready to give your life for this shit.

You look at your boyfriend...

Against the background of a sunny landscape, it seems as if his figure is glowing... the beautiful color of his hair, his eyes, his raised eyebrow.

Too beautiful.

You bite your lip.

Thoughts suddenly pop into your head.

Breakfast, right? ...

Do you prefer hot men for this meal.

“...Are you planning something, princess?” the man inquired with a hint of interest in his raspy voice.

You swallow the viscous saliva. "... Yes."

You inhale raggedly, “I think I want... you.” You're so damn clumsy at this.

You're really trying.

You try to be like those ladies in porn, flirt dirty and openly, just because you can.

Just because you have the right.

Because you want to be bright for this person and for yourself.

Ghost grins, shaking his head in surprise.

“Oh, well...then I just can't say no to you, right?” He runs his hand over his massive leg, and you feel jealous of it.

Do you want him to stroke you like that, or do you just want to find yourself between those magnificent toned thighs, gasping and looking with your watery eyes at the man's emotions - you don't know.

Why the hell are you even having such thoughts, damn it?... it’s only eight in the morning!...

You're just hungry today.

And Ghost should be prepared for this.

“Come here” Either he orders or simply calls Ghost, using two fingers, bending them slightly, after which, slightly spreading his legs, he places his hands on the armrests.

You obediently almost jump off the chair, quickly approaching with impatience - your head is full of dirt.

You run your hand through your hair nervously.

You want to see the pleasure in Ghost's eyes, make him moan, arch, beg.

You want to feel his enormous size, you want your shoulders and arms to be grasped stronger, larger, with bulging veins - you meet his gaze.

Oh, of course he knows.

He reads you like an open book.

With a languid chuckle, he pulls you towards him, eliminating the inadmissible distance between your lips and his.

The taste is bitter, something sweet.

You snuggle closer, wrapping your arms around his neck before sliding down and sitting on your knees in front of him, pressing your cheek to his thigh.

you hungry...

Ghost clasps his hand on the armrest, looking behind you.

He nods, indicating that you can take what you want - a tugging feeling in the bottom of his stomach blurs extraneous thoughts, forcing him to concentrate only on your small mouth, which is almost dripping with saliva while you fiddle with his sweatpants...

He silently throws his head back, looking at the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

You enthusiastically bite your already red lips, looking at the guy’s dick.

Defined veins, a swollen bead of precum, a length that has no problem overwhelming you, no matter where.

Do you feel that your underwear has become a little sticky and wet...

You are lying to yourself.

You're leaking like a bitch and there's nothing you can do about it.

Your fingers carefully explore the genitals and stroke the groin.

You hold your breath as you approach.

There is a salty taste, a hot penis slides across your tongue - you take in only half of it, immediately pulling away.

Shiny with your saliva...

You are trying. Really.

There are marks on the ghost's inner thighs, which he will probably have to hide with extra care as you enter the rush.

You can feel the head pushing against your larynx, beads of tears accumulating in the corners of your eyes.

The Ghost purses his lips, takes a forced breath, and sighs raggedly when you release him again.

You swipe your fingers up and down.

"Beautiful"

You kiss the delicate skin, looking at Ghost from under your eyelashes

"Hot"

Licking your lips, you get down to business with double zeal.

The corners of your mouth are cracking, but you don’t care - all your attention is on the man who covers his mouth, just not to moan out loud.

You narrow your eyes.

You are not satisfied.

You want him to lose his voice screaming your name so...

So that you can bring him to this state that he brings you to every time he can.

revenge? Maybe. Pleasure? definitely.

He swings from hypersexual to almost completely asexual from time to time, but you're not complaining.

It's... fun in a way.

"FUCK.... fuck...Y/n" Ghost tenses, leaning back in his chair as if trying to escape.

He doesn't allow himself to touch your head to change the pace.

Today you are leading it.

Throwing his legs over your shoulders, you lick, kiss, squeeze.

The squelching wet sounds and whining of the man occupy you and your body as if on fire.

Without even touching yourself, you seem to cum from just the sight.

You remember all of Ghost's favorite places, and this is music to your ears, what comes out of his lips.

Speaking of ears.

You remember one interesting thing.

On the Internet, while flipping through another dirty novel, without any particular purpose, you saw a description of the so-called “headphones”...

You adjust Ghost's legs.

Your voluminous thighs are pressed tightly against your cheeks on either side, drowning out the world around you.

You feel a slight lack of air, and it’s hard for you to admit, but... you like it so bad...

Simon looks at you confused between breaths, but allows it.

The change in position brought another groan out of him.

You feel tightness, feel heat and sparks of pleasure fly from your eyes.

More.

You want more. Ghost grabs the head of the chair. He's on edge.

You slow down, causing him to grunt in displeasure and try to move his hips towards you.

"love... please. I'm so... so close" He mutters, "bloody hell... please"

He is ready to beg. Not what you are used to seeing, hearing... You must do it.

You are in prostration for a couple of moments before, gradually increasing the pace, you still allow Riley to reach the peak, so much so that pleasure appears as black spots in front of his eyes, and his body arches.

A piercing electric charge that can be felt even at the tips of his fingers.

The heat of someone else's lips seems almost painful on his delicate skin, and the tight lump of arousal, finally subsided, explodes fireworks in the soldier's head.

You pull away.

Salty, viscous liquid - You swallow, coughing.

You gasp for air, with your heart pounding, watching, perhaps, the most beautiful picture that you have ever seen... Your throat hurts, your lungs are on fire, and the unpleasant taste on your tongue aches, but it’s worth it.

It's worth it to see Ghost's gently sunlit face as she comes to her senses, imprinted on you as the best breakfast you've ever tasted.

"Fabulous"

This is my first job. I am not a native English speaker and am just learning. sorry if there are mistakes or unclear words.

Thank you for reading my work, I look forward to your comments...

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[federica-2601]

Hobie Brown x Fem! reader spicy

imagine, you and Hobie are together at a party with your other friends, like Gwen, Miles… etc. etc

in this small party, the place was very crowded, the music was loud but at that moment you didn't care that much, you just wanted to have fun for one night

You were bored so you made Gwen come to the dance floor with you because Hobie walked out of the party with Miles

While you and Gwen were dancing you feel a hand on your ass, at first you didn't pay much attention thinking it was Hobie when you turned around and were shocked and scared at the same time

the unknown boy said, "hey cutie what's a little thing like you doing here?"

Gwen replied to the boy defending you: “who do you think you are? leave her alone!”

the boy gave Gwen a hand on the shoulder making her fall, after that he started stroking your cheek and said “come on baby, could you come to my house and be together~”

you were about to reply in a rage when I heard a hoarse voice: “get those dirty hands off my girlfriend, you dickhead”

you turn around and see it was Hobie, Miles was there as well helping Gwen up off the floor

the boy replied with a laugh: "Why asshole otherwise what are you doing?"

Hobie walked up to me and said: “baby could you do me a favor and close your eyes? you won't like the show"

you were about to stop Hobie when Miles grabbed your arm leading you out of the club, you were worried… but Miles he try to calm you telling you Hobie will have no problem arguing with that guy

after half an hour of time, you saw Hobie leave the club with a pissed look on his face, you tried to hug him but he said: "when we get home let's have a talk"

this time you were more worried than ever, Hobie picked you up clinging to the buildings and you arrived at your apartment

have you tried to speak saying with teary eyes with the fear that he wanted to leave you: "hobie I'm sorry I acted like a fool, I should have known how to defend myself but I was so scared ... and sorry-"

he took your cheeks with one hand kissing you hard and said: "don't say those things anymore, I will do everything to protect ya, I'm so pissed that asshole put his hands on ya”

he approached your ear whispering and licking the lobe and biting it gently: "only I can touch ya, no one else… because you are mine and only"

after you heard those words spoken by Hobie, you felt your cunt throb, this whole situation was turning you on more and more

“Do ya understand baby?”

to answer her question, you nod your head because it was a completely awkward situation

“Nono baby, I wanna hear ya”

you looked down completely red in the face, Hobie always had this sexy and dominant attitude that turned you on… from the first day you saw him

“look at me when i talk to ya baby… i want your pretty eyes on me”

you finally looked up to face and please him:

“Yes… Hobie, I- I understand and I’m yours”

he laughed and started looking at you with a hunger in his eyes, all he wanted was to make you scream his name

“good girl, was it that hard to say it?”

after that, he releases his hand from your cheeks and with both hands he begins to explore your body causing more excitement

“In this dress it wouldn't surprise me that some motherfucker is approaching ya"

you looked at him and you say: "Hobie I'm sorry, if you want I won't wear it anymore... I-"

"Shut up, that's not what I meant, ya look beautiful in that dress I just mean that you are so beautiful that every guy approaches you and this makes me jealous"

in response to what he said, you hugged him and said against his chest "Hobie, I only want you"

he returned the hug by squeezing your hips and kissing your head

“I just want to protect ya and love ya, that's all I want”

“Hobie…awww you are so sweet, you gonna make me cry”

you pulled away from him, kissed him and he reciprocated making the situation hot again

“how about we go to the bedroom now huh?”

you had no chance to answer that he grabbed you and threw you on the bed closing the door

do you all want a second part~?

For those interested, I'm writing a wattpad story about Hobie brown!

Account: federica2601, story name: “you are my muse” <3

#hobie headcanons #hobie spiderverse #hobie smut #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #hobie my beloved #hobie brown #hobie x reader

[dabisqueen]

Thirsts? You want thirsts? Drink up 🤲🥃

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Imagining Dabi, being super tired from a mission with the league. He's worn out and frustrated, and is on his last nerve. Literally one bad thing away from snapping.

Then he see's you, sitting on his couch with nothing but one of his shirts on. Before you can even say hi, he's on you. Pinning your arms down to the couch, his hands gripping your wrists tight.

"H-hey. What's wrong?" You ask, concerned. You'd never seen his eyes like this. He looked angry, downright pissed off. He never got this rough with you. Never so mean with you.

His hand was on your mouth in a second and his other one ripped your panties down your legs. He hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pushed his own jeans down, underwear going with them. You tried to speak under his hand, but your words were muffled. He growled at you and stroked his angry red cock before slipping past your folds in one motion. You screamed out, the sound lost under his palm.

"Fuckin' tease. Slut." He groaned. Your eyes were brimming with tears as he abused your insides, his thick cock molding your pussy to its shape. Your stomach was tight and you could feel yourself getting close. Your mind was racing. Were you really close becuase of how he's treating you?

Dabi seemed to read your thoughts. He chuckled darkly, taking his hand off your mouth to place it onto your throat.

"Does my little whore like it when I'm rough with her?" He teased, voice laced with venom. You shook your head to the best of your ability, but the moan ripping past your lips when he hit that special spot inside of you gave you away.

"Such a disgusting pain slut." He laughed, starting to tighten his hold on your throat. His pace picked up as he used his free hand wrap your thigh through his arm. He raised your abdomen up, slamming down into you. Your eyes were hazy and your brain was crying out for air. Your orgasm was coming and coming fast.

"Stupid heros. Stupid fuckin' people." Dabi growled, his mind drifting to the events of today. His hips were stuttering and you knew he was close. His cock rammed your cervix and you nearly screamed. Your eyes shut as the cord inside you snapped. Your mouth hung open in a silent moan as clear liquid gushed from you, soaking the couch and Dabi's crotch. He muttered shit beneath his breath before stalling inside you, painting your walls with his seed as his hips stuttered to a halt.

He sat there, buried inside you. Removing his hand from your throat, you gasped for air. The rush of oxygen getting to your brain made you cough and gasp. The noises of your labored breaths brought Dabi back down from his rage, his eyes looming over you before his satisfied grin faded.

"Fuck. Are you okay?" He asked. He pulled out of you and grabbed your body, pulling it up and into his chest. Your face was red and sweaty, cheeks stained with tears while you croaked a small "yes."

" 'M so sorry doll." He apologized into your ear. "I don't know what got into me."

You knew that he was angry and that what happened was a spur of emotions. You knew he had a bad day. Your hands wrapped around him and you shakily exhaled.

"It's okay." You breathed. He leaned back to look you in the eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, concern in his voice. You nodded, lifting a hand to his cheek and smiling.

"I'm fine. But you owe me a movie night and a nice bath for that." You laughed, voice hoarse. He smiled, kissing your forehead.

"On it, doll."

Damn Eve!

Can't just hit me with something like that out of nowhere! This is so tasty *drools*

I need to focus on finishing Chapter 4 of Rockstar Dabi but this just had me lusting for Yandere Dabi again.

mucho lovo

#dabi smut #mha smut #bnha smut #yandere dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #tw yandere #tw choking

[foodiemeja]

Pairing: Stucky x stutter!reader

Warnings: self harm, suicide note, yelling, break up(kinda), crying, disagreement, PTSD, angst, ddlg, needles, gun shot, wound, injury, ED, alcoholism, torment, stutter, self doubt, death.

[A/N] I'm sorry if I messed up on any words. Hope you like it <3 THIS IS MY FIRST ANGST SO IM SORRY IF ITS BAD. TWIST AT THE END 😣

As you sat at the conference table in your assigned chair, you felt the heat and pressure of every one looking at you. Then you looked up from your lap to see tony stand up and start to yell. " Are you mental y/n!? Can you do nothing right!" Tony screamed at you, looking you dead in your eyes. He was furious. Not even furious, he was ballistic. You had fucked up so bad, you wouldn't even be surprised if they kicked you off the team. "You are an Avenger! Did you not know that? You do know what your fucking job is right?!" He asked. You slowly opened your mouth, your throat feeling dry as you spoke, "Yes s-sir, I do". Tony threw a half filled file at you while everyone, including your raging boyfriends stared at you. "W-what is this?" Your voice hoarse and low.

"Oh this? It's just the kid you killed!". Your heart shattered. You felt your whole world crumbling down as you opened the file.

Luis Carrillo

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Occupation: Collage & part time fed Ex driver

Relatives- Aunt, 2 Cousins, Uncle

The rest of the file was his resume and hand written letters to Tony about him getting a better job and getting out of the shit hole he was in. But that would never happen, since you killed him. You ruined his chance to do anything with his life. You are terrible. You should have stayed at your post. You should have waited for the signal. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked into Tony's for answers. "Y'all are all dismissed except Bucky, Cap, and Y/n". Everyone left with disgusted faces looking at you. You felt like a parasite, like you needed to be gotten rid of. "It's revolting to even look at you y/n" Steve said. Rivers of tears rolled down your red cheeks.

You couldn't blame him. It was your fault. All that kid wanted to do was get help. But you thought he was a HYDRA agent. You couldn't believe yourself. The sudden thought sickening you to the point where you were gonna start to gag. "L/n" Tony said. He didn't even call you by your first name anymore. "You will be assigned paper work, mission fill outs, and being a equipment carrier, you will no longer go on missions since you are incapable of doing what you need to do" Tony stated with a firm and enraged tone. "We can never, ever have mistakes like that or like you on the team" Steve said making you lose breath.

"M-mi-mistake?" you questioned. "Y'all are supposed to have m-my back, y'all are my boyfriends!". "We are your captains!" He yelled at you. "You are dismissed, I don't want to see your face L/n for at least a week" Tony stated sitting back down in his chair and you running out the door. You didn't go to the shared room between you, Bucky, and Steve. You went to your room. It was cold and uncomfortable. You took down the photos of your boyfriend's because you didn't want them looking at a monster. That's what you were. A monster. You went to the shared room before your two boyfriends got there and packed all your stuff that was in that room and you made sure to take your blankets, stuffy's, pillows, and all your snacks. You walked back to your room, then you felt a breath taking ache of pain throughout your whole left side.

During the mission after the incident, a few moments later a HYDRA agent heard the shot and spotted you. You were shot in your left side by a true HYDRA agent. Your pain was agonizing. You went to doctor cho before the meeting, who said she could do nothing. Not even a doctor would help a relentless murderer. You didn't blame anyone for treating you the way that they did. You said thank you anyways and went back up to your room. You took off your clothes, grabbed the tweezers, and the sewing needle since that's all you had, and some chloride. You disinfected everything before putting it on your tender skin. You made sure to clean the area of the wound so nothing got infected. The bullet had already gone through your side so you just needed to sew it up. Or that's what you put together.

You sewed it all up after looking up how to sew a wound up on YouTube. You had the right equipment just wrong needle. You got in the bath tub trying to take a bath to ease the pain. You were terribly wrong. You wished someone would put you out of your misery, it felt like you were being torn apart. Next thing you knew you passed out from the pain. You woke up in bloody water. You drained the water and rinsed off. Once you were out of the shower you got dressed and snuggled in bed watching TV with your stuffy's.

For the next few weeks no one had talked to you. Bucky and Steve had ignored your texts and calls. Steve had blocked you. Everyone blocked you. Except for Bucky. He would once in a blue moon text you. It was rare. One text sent you over the edge.

*We are breaking up with you.

*We found someone better.

Your face and heart heated up. Your heart was thumping so fast you thought you were gonna have a heart attack. You pulled out a bottle of liquor from your mini fridge beside your bed. You hadn't eaten a meal since the incident, you only stayed hydrated and aten snacks here and there. You drank the whole bottle down. You pulled out that old razor that still looked new. But in your eyes. It was an old memory you didn't think would ever come back again. The pain on your thighs and arms were nothing. You felt nothing. "I'm disgusted with myself" you quietly stated, while laying back on the bed and falling asleep.

Tony had Friday set an alarm for everyone that was needed for this huge mission. Fridays alarm went off for everyone. Including you. You took a shower and brushed your teeth, not even catching breakfast before speed walking to Tony's office. No one had seen you in a month a some weeks. You were thin and frail. You looked like you hadn't slept in 5 years. Your complexion looking dim, like you had no spark. You knocked on the door. Tony let you in, you caught his attention making him turn away from his paper work. He went wide eyed. You were 4 times smaller than you had been around the time of the incident. "Y/n what do you need" he asked this question like you were a baby. "I-i was wondering why i-i was called o-on this mission". You stammered looking for words to tell him you were sorry.

"Well we need everyone on this mission" Tony stated. "W-who am I teamed u-up with sir?" You asked trying to make it less awkward." No one. No one needed nor wanted you as a team mate". That made you step back a bit but it didn't effect you alot. "They don't deserve a m-mi-mistake on there t-team, they deserve b-better"you responded back with a gruff and weak voice. Tony's heart was breaking seeing the once star of the team break down so easily now. He had already forgiven you. You were like a sister/daughter to him. He missed your giggles, and your goofiness, and your spark. You made everyone happy. Even when you couldn't make yourself happy. "Y/n..." Tony said sounding unsure. "Nevermind just go get ready"

You were walking back down the hallway towards your room right when Bucky and Steve stepped out of their room. They saw you. You got scared and turned back. Walking faster as you heard their foot steps. "Y/n" Bucky called out as he was a few steps behind you. You turned around slowly. You shouldn't be scared of them. They are supposed to make you feel safe. Ex's or not. They are heros, and captains. "Y-yes sir" your voice still husky and poor sounding. "Darling you're bleeding" he sounded so confused and concerned. You didn't know how to respond. You were bleeding? From where? You looked down to see your mission suit being drenched in blood. Tony didn't say anything about blood on me. Did I just start bleeding? You kept asking your self questions. "Are you okay? What happened? Did you get hurt?" Bucky asked. Why was he asking so many questions. He doesn't care for me, so why?. "I'm fine i-i honestly mi-might have messed up m-my suit w-while washing it" you blabbed out. "Unless your washing your clothes with kool-aid then I don't see how you could have messed up a expensive mission suit." Steve stated making you nervous. "I-it really is o-okay Captain I will go fix it n-now, sorry" you addressed him like you were new. Bucky stepped back in shock. Steve was stunned still noticing the changed features on you.

You looked like you were gonna crumble any second. He noticed tears forming in the corner of your eyes just from Bucky telling you about the blood. They both missed you. They want you to come back to their room. They wanna hold you and fix anything that's wrong. "Y/n, lift up your shirt" Steve blurted out. "I'm sorry Captain but I don't think that would be appropriate for work conditions". You didn't stutter this time. That caught both of the men off guard. They both looked at each other having a silent conversation with their eyes. Bucky had lifted you up from under your arms from the back, while Steve pulled up your shirt from where all the blood was coming from.

It was all bruised up. Hand sown, you could tell it wasn't professional. Steve started crying. Tears like puddles dropping on his uniform. "Why y/n. Why didn't you come to us?" He asked such a difficult question to answer. "I w-was scared, a-and a m-mi-mistake and monster like m-me deserves t-this". Steve and Bucky's eyes expanded. No. There was no way you thought you deserved this. It was a accident. You were trying to protect your teammates. You thought he was someone dangerous. Bucky put you down and hugged you from the back. "Your g-girlfriend is g-gonna get mad Mr. B-barnes please back a-away". Steve looked at Bucky confused while Bucky gave him the same look.

"You are our girlfriend y/n" Bucky said what the two were thinking. "But you s-sent me a break u-up text a f-few days ago saying you f-found someone better". This made Bucky whip out his phone and scroll to y'all's text messages. "Y/n I never sent that". They asked Friday who sent the text and Friday responded with footage of Sam and Natasha going on Bucky's phone laughing and giggling texting you those things. You silently snuck out of their grasp while they watched the footage.

Tony had already called off the mission. Since the missions grounds had blown up and invaded by FBI. You were grateful because you weren't really capable of much given your state of well being. But you were still in impeccable pain. You felt horrible. Tony had told Friday to tell you to come to his office. A few minutes later you were knocking on his office door, feeling scared and embarrassed. Tony gave you a worried look soon as you walked in. They told him. You saw Bucky and Steve standing near his desk. Horrid thoughts flooded your mind. They told Tony about the wound. He's gonna kick you off the team. You are so stupid. Why can't you do anything right?. "I-im sorry" you said cutting the silence. All three of them looked at you. "For what?" Tony asked. "For being s-such a disappointment to the t-team". Tony holding back tears clicked his pen for the last time before putting it down.

"Sit down y/n" Steve ordered. You painfully sat down trying to keep your whimpering to a low level. "Doctor Cho" Tony called, while the woman came through the door. "Did you refuse service to y/n?" He asked looking like he could shoot her if she didn't give the right answer. "Y-yes Mr. Stark, I'm terribly sorry". She looked like she was gonna break down and start begging for forgiveness. "You have your equipment right?" Tony asked drinking whatever was in his glass. "Yes I do Mr. Stark". She pulled out all the equipment she needed to treat your wound. You got out of your chair and was terrified. "W-What equipment, n-no I'm fine really.."

You already had a big phobia of needles and it was already terrific when you did it. There was no way you were gonna let her do it without someone sedating you. You walked towards the door while Bucky quickly grabbed you. "N-NO PLEASE, I-IM SCARED IM S-SORRY! IM SO S-SORRY, P-PLEASE!" You pleaded trying to get them to listen. Luckily she sedated you and you don't even remember what happened. You woke up in your old shared room next to your two captains. You didn't know if they were still your boyfriend's or not but you wanted them to be. You tried to get up, your body was shaking and quivering. You mostly woke up because Bucky's metal arm was so cold against your thighs.

You quickly looked under the covers. You had nothing but bra and panties on. Everything else was taken off and you were guessing it was put in the wash. You wondered if they had noticed your self harm scars on your arms and thighs. It was almost the dumbest question you had asked that day. You were almost naked. Everything was out now. Steve woke up to your panting. "Hey, hey, it's okay sugar" he cooed into your ear sitting up. "S-sorry s-sir" you apologized for waking him up. "My love there is no reason to be sorry, it's okay, we're here now, we won't leave you to cope by yourself again". You started balling. Tears felt like burns going down your beautiful skin.

Bucky had woken up and kissed you on your neck trying to get you to calm down. He put you on his lap and rocked you back and forth while Steve got you one of their t-shirts so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Bucky put the T-shirt on you avoiding the bandaged up wound, and kept rocking you untill you had calmed down. He soothed you into little space. You forgot you could even go into little space. You put your head into Bucky's neck and held onto him. "Good job darling, you are doing so good". You looked over as Steve pulled out a piece of paper out of his end table.

It was your note. Your suicide note

He ripped it up and placed it in the trash. He couldn't bare read it. But you just felt better off dead. You whimpered as soon as you accidentally put pressure on the injury. The reason that your wound held so much pain was because it was infected. You tried to disinfect it before and after cleaning it everyday but it wasn't the right needle and you had no idea what you were doing. You felt dumb. Your wound was finally professionally looked at and treated. So the pain wasn't so unbearable now. "Are w-we together s-still" you asked either one of them. "Yes of course y/n, we are sorry for leaving you to go through that all by yourself, please forgive us sugar" he begged. You thought you should begging. "Pl-please don't apologize, i-i deserved it, y-yall we're angry and i-i understand".

They didn't respond, but instead they kissed your hands and arms, making you feel human again. Not like a monster, or a mistake, they made you feel like yourself again. It was for a brief moment but it was the best moment that you had, had in the longest. Just pure bliss. But all that went away once you woke up from that moment of bliss.

You had woken up from your acholic nap with a horrid hang over. It was all just a dream. You still had a fucked up stich up. You hair was still damp from the bath that you had that night. The lonely quiet room was still eating you alive.

#idk what to put here #stucky x reader #sad and angry

[wiltf]

rowan shouldn’t have been the one to find you, but he does.

careful with his movements now, while the glass makes that funky crackling noise under his shoes that would normally itched your brain just right. but the bottle in your hand, held against your head, has long since gone warm.

and you’re mad. sad. hurt, sore, scratchy throat and bottled rage and you want to scream all over again, yet you don’t know if you have it in you anymore. it all left you, all that real, raw feeling, when seven slammed the door behind him.

you’re an asshole and a shithead and the worst person in the world. voting no didn’t count for shit and you’ve lost your fucking other half.

so rowan walks in where he shouldn’t have. crouched down where seven would normally be. invading that space like on a whole other level. don’t open your eyes, don’t look at him, there’s mascara fucking up your tears and if you look, you’ll say.

nothing, really.

“jen, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.”

bite down that bile. that angry, broiling bile, that wants to tell him to shove his apology up his ass. grind your back teeth as you finally spare a look out the corner of your eye.

fuck, you think. my contacts. all messed up from all the eye rubbing you’ve been doing. somewhere in the back of your head now probably, just floating there. gotta fix that. gonna hurt in the morning.

maybe there’s something on your face, with how rowan settles now, rocking back on his feet until he’s landed, pulling his knees against his chest. still looking at you. can’t make out his face because you can’t see for shit, and seven had your spare contacts and glasses in his jacket, and he’s fucking gone, and you’re out here, crying your goddamn eyes out and—

breathe, girl, breathe. gotta treat yourself like a fucked up horse. in through the nose, out through the mouth.

“i—i just… it’ll work out, i know it will.” with the way he says it, it’s like he’s trying to convince himself. but he voted yes, and you voted no, so guess who threw his hat in the wrong ring. “we’ll get our shit together and smash out some new songs, revamp ourselves. relentless caller to—two point oh.”

“he chose that name. we need to rebrand.” god, you sound like shit. croaky and hoarse but it gets the message across. “can’t use his fucking name.”

“i mean… you came up with it too, right?”

something in the way rowan says that, like it is a harmless question. sure, hell, they both came up with the name. jennifer and seven, off to take over the goddamn world. scared shitless at sixteen by some telemarketer with perfect timing during a horror movie marathon. but it’s that niggling, itching thought. bubbling over. “kick him out the band, steal his name? was that the plan?”

“jen! you know that’s not true!” arguably, that shock was real. but you can’t see it, so who’s to say.

“could’a convinced me.” god, warm beer is gross. matches everything else about you. so much mascara on your hands. eugh.

“i am so sorry, seriously, i didn’t—we didn’t think he would take it that hard, i mean, he had to have known it was gonna happe—”

you don’t quite recall throwing the bottle, just seeing it shatter into a million pieces as it hits the brick fence. sway to your feet, and you are. a shithead. an asshole. a bitch and a liar. you are the worst person in the world but you stare down at rowan, in that moment, and sure. your heart was broken into more pieces than that bottle, and you’ve spent the last few hours going over it all in your head.

but,

“don’t. you fucking. dare.”

“hey, jen, come on—“

“no, rowan. don’t you dare say that shit to me. what we did to him? what we did to seven? i will never forgive myself for it. so you better take that back, and you better make this shit,” a point now, to the finger he’s sporting, with that goddamn logo staring up at you, “worthwhile. or i am done.”

because, as you turn, you remember. it’s the way it all came down, drowning out your ears. how they tried to convince you, really tried. how your voice appealed more, and how you were more palatable. seven was too hit and miss and people wanted you, not him. a mix of pleasantries and backhanded compliments.

the party stopped somewhere between the screaming and the crying. people had long since filtered out, and those who remained were sitting in awkward drunk silence. watching you, as you stumbled through, throwing back a red cup of something that burns all the way down. two — no, three — more beers.

you’re gonna drink and maybe litter on the way home. and cry and wail and sing at the goddamn top of your lungs. tempted to stand under his window with a boombox that you don’t have.

the beer tastes gross. you manage to rub one of your contacts back around. but your feet carry you home, because someone has to be sad and responsible. and your key clicks in place, no one else is home, but there’s that stupid keychain he bought you, and it’s his posters on your walls, and his shirt that you sleep in.

and you think you deserve this, this fucked up reality where you won’t be able to really ever leave it behind.

after all, you may have voted no. but you never considered walking at the first suggestion.

#infamous if #oc: jennifer lamb #c: rowan hart #post: fanfic #semi-charmed life played while i wrote this lmao

[ratmor]

The Kidnapping 2nd part of the VIII chapter Wednesday fanfiction Wolves of Greed

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Enid tried to scream, of course she tried to escape, but every movement in handcuffs brought even more pain to her limbs. The abdominal pain has dulled, becoming worse only with excessive movements.

John Schaefer kept writing something down and humming softly to himself at the table in the corner of the room. Enid could only see his back. The fact that he dared to turn his back made her boil even more - he knew that she could not overcome silver. He was overconfident. Yes, there was little strength, but if try and compare her - when she first came to her senses, and her - now, then it could be said with confidence that her strength was gradually returning.

She decided to play along.

What ordinary people usually forgot about - and what Owen had told her more than once, although at that time she perceived it as just interesting information - silver is fatal for werewolves only if it got into the organs mechanically with tissue damage. Even eating something with a silver spoon could end with something bad only if there's an accumulation of the substance for decades.

The only thing that bothered her was what happened to her stomach? The T-shirt with the schematic image of a vampire smiley face showing the tongue was still on her -nobody undressed her. Joy, really.

Enid gave free rein to her tears, quiet and as if announcing that she was giving up - it was easy, because crying from tension and stress, to some extent, brought relief. And this reprieve made it possible to convince John Schaefer that she was ready for a dialogue. After all, as soon as she started trying to escape, he said something along the lines of "as soon as you understand that it's useless, we'll talk," and sat down at his desk.

"Well, did you realize it's useless?"

His tone was no less cheerful.

Enid nodded repeatedly, as if nervous, swallowing tears, even a little afraid of slipping into hysterics. But her inner wolf-the very essence that warned of danger in the first meeting with this man-seemed to be crouched inside a tight lump of rage and hatred.

"You see, Enid," the man began, coming closer, "your biological status will most likely be Alpha. You know what happens to Alphas that the pack doesn't need, right?"

"What do you mean?" she frowned, pretending not to understand, and it seems she succeeded, because the man launched into an explanation.

This man loved to listen to his voice, it was quite clear.

"The dossier on the pack living in San Francisco says that there is already an Alpha, and he is undergoing training."

Enid tensed, realizing how serious it was if some unknown had information intended only for the state authority, responsible for the Outcast communities.

"And since you're here, in the camp for those who didn't turn," Schaefer continued, but in a more serious tone and narrowing his eyes, "then it's definitely not you."

"I see..." Enid muttered hoarsely, and the tears sprang out again - she gave in, surprising even herself. "That is..."

"That is, when you turn, they will deny you," the man clapped his hands, returning to a cheerful tone.  "Let's lift you up! It will be easier this way!"

He came closer, snapped his fingers in front of her nose - obviously checking the reaction, and was satisfied that Enid did not try to bite him, although she really, really wanted to - and scrolled the mechanism of the cot to move Enid from  lying to a sitting position.

"How..." Enid licked her lips and swallowed to make it easier to speak. "How did you find out about this?"

"Oh, don't you remember? Wait a minute!"

The man quickly went to the door, opened the latch and stuck his head out.

Enid's hearing, which had almost returned after losing consciousness, caught the softly spoken name.

"Peter," Schaefer said, deliberately softly, "buddy, come here."

A flimsy-looking teenager, at least a year younger than Enid, walked in the door, under John's outstretched hand. His hair was straight and light brown, covered his ears and eyebrows, his face was thin and somehow haggard. He was much shorter than John.

"Peter prefers to do everything I say, right Peter?" Schaefer said with his unwavering smile.

"Y-yes, Mr. Schaefer, I am... I don't..."

"Come on, Peter, don't be embarrassed, even though you are an Omega werewolf, but still a man, you need to build sentences clearly if you don't want to be constantly interrupted by everyone!"

"What does he have to do with it," Enid squeezed out of herself, barely restraining a growl because the emotions of fear and terror were radiating from the boy. "And how did his biological status help you find out mine? It doesn't work that way."

"He obeys me because, as in your case, the rules of the pack work, and if his parents find out that he has this biological status, then he will not be able to study at Nevermore. You're supposed to go to Nevermore this year too, aren't you, Enid?"

"It's not like that," Enid shook her head, "no, I mean, I'm going to Never... but Omegas are not forbidden to study? They just have to be more careful and spend at least a year with the elders to learn how to control their abilities."

"Maybe for you it's like this!"

Peter suddenly ranted angrily, flaring up with even greater fear and uncertainty - Enid even wondered why she felt his emotions so well.

"But I enrolled Nevermore only because I study a lot and graduated from several classes of secondary school in a year! My family doesn't have as much money as the whole clan."

"Well done, Peter," John patted the boy on the shoulder, interrupting him. "So, Peter, at my request, tried to arouse an emotion of hatred in you. Which eventually ended up with both of you passing out, and I took advantage of the situation and ran a test."

"You took my blood," Enid looked wearily at the werewolf boy. "You do realize that this is illegal, right?"

"He doesn't need an Omega," the boy shrugged. "He said he would let you go."

"And you believed it?" Enid exhaled, not without vitriol.

"Of course he believed me, I was telling the truth!" Schaefer interrupted, smiling with all his teeth and putting his arm around the boy's shoulders. "You see, omegas are a settled issue. They weren't taken care of so much in the last big war, so they are very studied, Enid. But unclaimed Alphas?"

"Unclaimed?" Enid muttered.

Schaefer heard it anyway, because he and the boy came closer - John was literally dragging Peter by the scruff of the neck, and from that he smelled more and more of fear and ... anticipation?

"Unclaimed - meaning, you don't have a senior Alpha Werewolf as a mentor. And we have reason to believe that Alpha werewolves remember something from the past of ancestors related to them by blood, if they do not have the... let's say, anchor. You see, my grandfather did some research, and unfortunately his first and last unclaimed Alpha Werewolf died of a brain hemorrhage, muttering in ancient Greek, which the guy never knew in his life, something about the curse of the gods."

"And why it was... all this for the sake of..." Enid had obvious difficulties with forming sentences, because what he was telling her seemed terrible and unimaginable nonsense, for which, apparently, she was kidnapped.

Well, she certainly understood that Owen knew where she was, and their connection, which this psychopath thought did not exist, would still work when he eventually got here, but...

"I took the liberty," John continued, without ceasing to cause disgusting sensations with his ostentatious cheerfulness, "to apply to you the horn secretion solution of Cochlea Sarmatica, the so-called Sarmatian sea snail. But I did it, unlike my deceased grandfather, not in such concentration that you felt as bad as that poor guy. I wonder what you heard? Will you tell me?"

"Even if I'd heard something, I wouldn't have told you," Enid said, trying to throw this freak off balance.

"Give me time," John promised, and smiled broadly again.

Enid herself began to get out of balance, which did not correspond to her desires, but she could not do anything about it, John enraged her so much. Even the thought of sharing that moment of calm in the forest with him

Peter suddenly jerked to the side, out from under the arm of this psychopath, and tried to rush to the door, but John took his other hand out of his pants pocket and threw a throwing knife, silver in the bright light of the daytime lamps. He missed - the projectile clanked on the floor, but made the boy freeze, because the throw touched the palm stretched out to the door handle.

"I won't miss next time," John lost all his fun and squinted, holding another knife in his other palm. "Come."

The boy shrank his head into his shoulders and took a step back to the man.

"Take a pill out of your pocket and swallow it," Schaefer said, focusing his gaze on Peter. "And keep in mind that no one will believe you anyway, even if you run out of here, get to people and shout about it."

"Y-you're putting lives in danger," the boy shook, but still took a pill out of his own pocket and brought it to his mouth. "You're making a mistake."

"I'll figure out somehow what I'm doing and with whom! I've calculated everything. And no one will have to die. I am accountable for you lot," John chuckled, but did not put the knife down

Their exchange of pleasantries gave Enid the opportunity to somehow get close and try to quietly test the handcuffs for strength - the chains were too thin to keep the werewolf who can turn, but it was clearly assumed that silver would take over most of the restraining.

On the Beta Werewolf, who never turned, it would have worked.

She was already preparing to rush forward, breaking the flimsy shackles - while Peter slowly obeyed the order of their captor. The boy put the pill in his mouth and swallowed, under John's attentive gaze. The man was playing with the silver knife. Boy's shoulders sagged and when he opened his eyes, they seemed to have acquired a strange haze.

"Well done," Schaefer remarked with satisfaction and began to turn to face Enid.

Her plans, which had abruptly shifted from bringing the man to unconsciousness to bringing the man to a crippled state, were interrupted by the signal of Schaefer's phone.

The man picked up the phone and put his finger to his lips, looking straight into Enid's eyes. She understood that if she rushed at him now, then whoever was on the other side would call the police, and more precisely, the department that specifically deals with such cases of attacks on ordinary people. And they're unlikely to figure it out before they start shooting at a bloodied werewolf near a crippled Normie.

"Mm-hmm? Yes, Schaefer is listening. Alarm in... Can it wait? Mm-hmm. Good. I'll be there in ten minutes. At least let me get dressed, Mr. Harris. Mm-hmm. Yes."

He ended the call, walked over to Enid and took a ready-made syringe from the refrigerator next to the bed.

"You'll tell me," he nodded to himself, baring his teeth in an insincere smile that did not touch his eyes, and unceremoniously lifted her T-shirt up to the diaphragm. "I do it here, because this way the absorption into the blood is slower."

Enid almost changed her mind about waiting for him to leave the room, but if someone's waiting for him somewhere, then if she tries to kill him now, they'll be looking for him. And it's likely that this call in itself is a sign that Owen finally found her missing and decided to break in. The probability of this was really high.

Sinclair didn't even flinch, though the pain from the injection was serious.

"After a while, you will either feel very good or very bad," John said with mock concern and threw the syringe on the table.

Before leaving the room, the man looked at Peter and said mockingly.

"Place. Guard."

And he went out, closing the door behind him with a key.

Peter nodded slowly and stood by the door as soon as it closed. His gaze met Enid's.

Enid didn't even have to strain to unleash the inner beast.

The iris was probably flooded with scarlet, the silver on the wrists seemed only a small obstacle. And then she realized that the veil in Peter's eyes had receded a little, and the corner of his lips twitched, faintly, but noticeably. The boy breathed fear and anticipation again.

And now she understood why.

He must have seen these eyes before.

And he was definitely not a fool.

"Give the order, Alpha," the boy blurted out and took an uncertain step in her direction.

Fingers got claws, and Enid's mouth was full of fangs, so she just growled - Peter got it right and jumped out of her way. Sinclair felt that soon this drug - and the secretion of some kind of snail, causing wacky dreams, definitely sounded like a drug -would begin to work. And therefore it was necessary to act.

"No, really, order me something contrary to his orders," Peter started again from somewhere on the right, he no longer stuttered, spoke hurriedly, swallowing the words. "Please, hurry up!"

Enid listened - there was definitely no one behind the door - so she took it off its hinges with two blows, making the boy wince from the screech.

Sinclair exhaled - her head began to spin, so she listened to the plea of another werewolf and turned her head to him.

"If a werewolf older than us, name's Owen, comes here, it's for me. Anyone else, especially John Schaefer, the reaction should be as follows. You tear his face and hands, try not to touch the vital areas, run away from here and shout something along the lines "Rapist!" and "Fire in the building!" Is that clear?

She added to this - doing it for the first time in her life, should be noted - the Alpha order, which Owen had told her about as if it's a last resort. Well, Owen said exactly how to complete it, so as not to reveal the secret.

"Don't tell anyone in any way that I'm the Alpha Werewolf and know how to give orders like this."

Peter's eyes bulged in surprise, but he nodded silently and somehow pulled himself together.

"Gotcha, Enid. Better sit, by the way. I read, well, in the preparatory literature for Nevermore about this snail and its secretion, it is forbidden, of course, but the effects are recorded. For ordinary people, it causes pleasant stuff without any addiction, in small dosages, and for outcasts - depending on..."

"Tell me later, Peter," Enid clutched her head with one hand and the wall with the other. "I think I need to sit down."

Peter helped her down to the hallway floor. The last thing she saw before the darkness began to take over her field of vision again was his worried face.

#fanfiction #wednesday #enid sinclair #wolves of greed #wednesday addams #wenclair

[ghoulbread]

lynn murray witnessing her son getting taken away by the television, screaming in agony and grief and pure, motherly rage. lynn punching the television that stole her son, over and over again, screaming to let him go, to give him back. she receives the alternate version of her son from cracked and mangled hands, pushing the baby into her arms desperately. she doesnt realize that the alternate has tricked her. she wont know until its too late.

the television is broken, lynn's hand is bleeding, and the tears that have pooled down her face have dried. her child is crying. she gets up from shock, holding her child in her arms like he'll get stolen again (its a possibility. she doesnt know where or when adam could get snatched again), and goes to the master bedroom. she's alone, with her child, not knowing when or if jude is coming home soon, or if what happened actually did.

the only evidence of the act being her bloodied, possibly broken fingers, and the television screen being smashed to bits, glass almost everywhere in the baby's room. she first wraps her son, her beloved baby boy, in a towel, and places him in the bath. she has full view of him from here, in case they come from the drains this time, yet enough room to fix up her hand. the hammering in her head, blurred and sore vision make her unable to focus on anything but her baby.

after painstakingly getting the bits of glasses that were stuck in her knuckles out, wrapping her hand up the best she can, she sits in the bathtub with him. its silent, save for the attempts to calm her breathing, the heartbeat slamming against every rib in her chest, and the incoherent, quiet babble coming from beside her. shifting in her seat, she stares at adam. her boy, her precious bundle of joy, almost died by something she had no comprehension of.

the thought terrified her. what if they come from the phone next? what if they break down her door? what if they torture such an innocent baby? who even are they? the thoughts raced in her mind, hands moving before she even registered that shes hugging her knees tightly, nails digging into the fabric of her pants. the tears start back up again, lynn quietly whimpering while adam falls back asleep, none the wiser.

she startles when the phone rings in her back pocket. the uncomfortable lump shes felt the entire shes sitting here has been her phone. shifting around, she answers the phone. her voice, hoarse from yelling and crying, stutters and stops.

"lynn? honey, im on my way home. i know im a bit late but the boss wanted me to do overtime." jude's voice was static-y, no doubt from the bad connection. lynn felt herself relax a bit, hands still shaky and mind still racing, though calmed by her husbands voice. "jude. i- i saw... i did- i-" she felt her throat close up, still trying to process what to even say. "something bad happened." how else could she describe it? could she?

"lynn? what the hell? what happened? did something happen to adam?" he sounded urgent, and perhaps even accusatory. "yes. no. i dont know. i cant describe- i- it all happened so fast- that- he's-" "lynn, what the fuck are you saying?" anger, now. "the television. it- it took him. but i- i got him back." silence. and then a very loud, very disappointed sigh. "listen, lynn. just- look, youre obviously hysterical right now, ill talk to you when i get home." dial tone.

she felt dread pool in her stomach, though she knew that it had to be a terrifying hallucination. it had to be. it had to be. why would televisions grab children? that doesnt make any sense. none of this made any sense. if her mind wasnt safe, what was? could she trust anything that she sees from now on? questions, yet again, filled her mind. the now silent bathroom, save for the occasional baby noises from a sleeping adam, mocked her.

she gets sent to a mental hospital for years, until adam no longer remembers shes even alive. the quest to find her, once again, ignites.

#an alternate (heh) beginning to adams life! lynn lives but everythings still Fucked Up #ermm. ask to tag?? #is this considered tmc fanfic. i guess it is? it was originally just an idea but uhm. well you see how that turned out #also no i dont know what pov this is <3 sorry #i think that this is lackluster but im not about to rewrite all of this again #if something doesnt make sense tell me!!!!!!! please #700 ish words. wrow

[latelyanobsession]

Despair

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summary Neil has gone after Billy again. After sustaining yet another beating at his father’s hands, he leaves for the night. Now what is he going to do with himself until Neil leaves for work in the morning?

warnings scenes depicting physical and verbal abuse. child abuse. cursing. homophobic slurs (on Neil’s part). violence. angst. depression/anguish.

word count 630

note please make sure to take care of yourself first and foremost. remember you can always stop reading at any time. this is a fictional work, but as with any form of writing or media it can be triggering. so please take care of yourself.

as always feedback is much appreciated.

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The air at 4819 Cherry Lane was charged and heavy. The surrounding neighbors pulling their curtains to and darkening their windows to an unfortunate ritual that everyone within earshot knew but did nothing about. A storm was descending on the property and no one wanted to be drawn into the eye of it, let alone its sole victim.

Bellowing could be heard through the kitchen’s windows. A loud crash.

“What a sorry excuse you are for a son.” The man spat, shoulders heaving.

“Nothing but a pussy... weak!” He emphasized the word with swift kick to the boy’s stomach, having just rolled off the table covered in glass and shattered dinner plates. 

The boy choked back a strangled groan.

The man leaned down, fisting the boys shirt in his hand. “you think I run a bed & breakfast?”

He pulled the boy to his feet pinning him against the wall.

“think you can just waltz your fairy-ass home whenever you please?”

The boy’s eyes were drooping, he shook him roughly. “ANSWER ME!”

“no sir...” he replied hoarsely.

The man leaned in, an eyebrow peaked in mock interest. “you’ll have to run that by me again.”

The boy dug his heels into the floor mustering the last of his strength. 

“n-no sir.” his voice broke.

His eyes fell.

“Your ass will be home ...” he roughly dug his fist into the boy’s chest.

“yes sir.” He grimaced.

The man nodded, finally satisfied. “You pull this shit again ....” He let the threat hang in the air as he walked from the room.

The air went from his lungs, his legs nearly failing him. He couldn’t stay here. He had to get out.

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He peeled down the street checking his rearview mirror. His father’s words thundering in his ears, his body aching.

The fear was subsiding. The familiar routine was settling in.

The tires squealed under the strain of a sharp turn down a blind road. The street lights were long gone. His hands were tightly wrapped around the steering wheel, as his foot pressed the pedal towards the floor. The engine groaned shifting gears and picking up speed. Turning sharper curves, dangerously flailing until... with a sharp breath he braked.

The dust clearing. Clouds still lazily floating in the beams of the headlights as he stared out towards the gravel quarry.

Every time he came out here he got closer to the edge. And yet it still never seemed to be close enough.

He couldn’t say why he came here. Maybe he wanted to end it one of these days... but maybe it was also just the one place he could be and that for once it was acceptable. This was the one place in the world that didn’t judge him. 

He stared out at the black water below, trying to will himself to loosen his grip. It felt impossible. If he let go he would crumble. And he damn well knew it. 

The tears were coming. Dammit. Of all the shit in his life he could not control. Why could he never keep a hold of something so simple as a single fucking tear? 

plip plip onto the wheel.

Fuck it. Fuck all of it. He let go. His hands had become fists raging and pounding against the dashboard. The car’s horn taking a beating.

The door flew open and he tumbled out to the gravel. 

Son of a bitch. 

The things that he would scream. That he would cry. And wail. Until there was nothing left. Staring up at the night sky. There was something so horrendously beautiful about this place. But he never looked up unless it was times like these. When his tear-stained face and broken body was in need. When he found himself in despair.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove fanfiction

[just-another-wasteland-merc]

Em and Mac (fallout). One of them turns into a ghoul 👀

This hurt dude. What a way to return.

Hey, you can request stuff from this post.

It's under the cut. Bring some tissues.

But seriously, thank you for the ask :)

The change happened so gradually at first that neither of them really noticed. The loss of hair, Em contributed to her condition- she had always had a small amount on her hands after a shower. Cramps were a normal part of her life, even the pain that shouldn’t be in her bones at her age. Everything was just written off as her PCOS symptoms that she no longer had control of due to the lack of estrogen to counterbalance the raging hormones. Her periods had stopped, and she just shrugged it off. They came and went as they pleased, Em just figured it was a time where they just didn’t come for a few months. Mac didn’t notice a change either, just randomly would ask if she was doing okay, and the answer that usually came was a form of “yes”.

Until they had a talk one morning and he saw it. The corners of the sclera in her eyes had started to turn black. Later, after her shower, he saw the open sore on her shoulder. She didn’t believe him at first- Mac had to push her to a mirror to see herself. And held up a handheld to see the sore she couldn’t twist herself to view on her own. Grief struck her harder than watching the Institute melt into itself those few years prior. Mac was just as comforting as he usually was with her, but she couldn’t stand to have his arms around her that moment. She pulled herself away, and with every shout of her name, she picked up her pace as she left the house. A fast walk turned into a trot to almost a flat out run as she hooked to the right, across the familiar footbridge. Splinters and slivers caught themselves on her bare feet, but she didn’t care as she pushed herself faster up the hill. Em only registered any feeling when hands gently touched her arms. She blinked.

“Hey,” Mac had seemingly appeared in front of her. His tone was soft. “Come on. We need to get you off the platform. I think your feet are burning on the metal.”

She felt numb as he guided her to the dirt, then to the grass as they poked at her toes. The scraggly remains of the ground never seemed to have recovered from the nuclear blast two hundred years ago. And Mac was right- the ground was noticeably cooler than the elevator platform he had found her at. Em’s knees shook before she basically collapsed to the dirt. He helped haul herself to a sitting position before he lowered himself purposely in her view.

“This doesn’t change anything between us,” he softly declared. “It’ll never change how I feel about you, or how Duncan thinks, nothing.”

“It’s.. it’s not that,” she finally said. Her voice was hoarse, from running, or screaming, she honestly didn’t know.

“Then what? Tell me.”

“I won’t… I won’t get to grow old with you.”

He touched her cheek and used his thumb to wipe a tear that had fallen from her eye. It was the only evidence to know she was crying.

“What do you mean?”

“That’s what I wanted, RJ. You and me, for.. well.. forever. I meant it when we got married. I wanted us to freak out when we got our first gray hairs, or when our joints got stiff from sleeping wrong, or…” her arm gestured to nothing in particular as it swept between them to convey the continuation of things she couldn’t suddenly say anymore. Her voice shrunk to a whisper.

“I wanted to die with you.”

Her vision blurred, but Mac pulled her to sit in his lap and held her as she clung to him. She took fistfuls of his duster as more tears stained the leather. He tried his best to soothe her, but when wetness settled onto her hair, Em knew he was crying too.

“Your parents,” he finally croaked out. “Your parents seem.. Happy with who they are.”

“My parents have each other. I wouldn’t have you. I’d be alone.”

“We still have a long time. It could happen to me, who knows?”

She leaned back enough to force him to look at her. “Don’t you dare do this to yourself,” she warned. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I’m not saying I’m going to purposely do it. I’m saying it's a possibility that it could happen to me. It can happen like it’s doing to you.”

“I don’t want it to happen to you at all.”

Mac sighed. “I know. C’mere.” He rubbed her back soothingly as she sunk back to him. “We’ll figure it out, Em. We always do.”

She nodded, not trusting herself to say anything else. The kiss on the top of her head was savored by her, as well as the small weight of his cheek resting against her.

“We’ll get through this, bluebird,” he murmured. “I know we will.”

#my writing #maccready #robert joseph maccready #fallout 4 #rj maccready #em and mac take the commonwealth #fallout4 #pcos #turning ghoul #wayward-assassins #thanks for the ask

[blackwaxidol]

whats valin’s relationship with his ghost like if he isnt that happy with the traveler

he loves Eos, in spite of the nature of her birth. he considers the collective need of the ghost to bring forth a guardian something of a force of nature in the way diseased deer will breed, rather than malicious intent.

in all their time together she has never attempted to push him towards a certain goal or idea, nor would she be able to, her guardian is far too stubborn to be swayed towards a "proper" cause. but, even if Valin were not so adamant in his ways, she would never feel right to ask after his loyalty to the quiet god. the only reason she had been able to reforge him in the Light to begin with was because another Ghost (and by extension, his charge) had owed her, and she feels the weight of Valin's trauma is her fault.

had she asked anyone else on Earth, out of the goodness of their hearts, to bring her to the solar edge, perhaps things would be different.

#answered #tw for tags i always have a lot to say and have written thoughts on this only privately in my notes app #thus i divulge them a little... #anon i do get the impression you may not be looking for the morose answers i enjoy giving... i do apologise for this #oc: valin #(tw rape) ​ah... despite everything... the first ghost to make up part of Valin's morbid ring collection is not his rapist's Ghost. #perhaps it would surprise some. Eos herself is the only one who knows how deep Valin's sheer hatred is. how potent. #it is the kind of rage so specific to grief that the two are one in the same. do you know it? #the complete breakdown of the human mind is in the cracked-voiced screaming that asks why or perhaps declares hatred or pleads for itself #do you know that kind of upset? you are crying and it hurts to breathe and your heart could stop from the force of your stress. #i emphasise this for the sake of not being bothered by people who read shallowly. if that makes sense. #regardless i carry on... #yes this rage... this hoarseness of the voice as you scream and cry and your head hurts from stress. complete breakdown of personhood. #you become not human but rather a force of will. something that moves sideways so to speak. you lose yourself in the pain you express. #completely hollowed and you feel compulsion to distance yourself from the human condition because it is agonising like drinking fire. #i am rambling... #what i was saying... what i was saying is... #despite everything it would make sense (to someone who does not know Valin) that he may destroy the ghost. #perhaps this ghost appears to all an enabler. it is an easy thing to focus crowded anger upon. #but think... is burning your world so easy as it is to imagine burning other's? #people will always chant (rightfully so) on the killing of an abuser of a friend or loved one... #but to BE the person up against this adversary when they are so close to you... it is not so simple as to fight back and be vengeful #the hollywood protagonist does not exist in actuality. #it takes a lot to stand up to a person in such a way and it can be unfathomable to an observer as to why they don't just do X or say Y #do you... understand me? what i am saying? #the feeling is... it is why someone cannot ''just leave''. everyone has their reasons. it is terrifying to try. #and that... alongside his guilt of the concept of bringing it upon himself... is why Valin has not killed that Ghost.

[sparkbeast20]

The Mask (Lucifer X MC)

This a one-shot Fanfic, is part of my Halloween series “He Snaps”

short Angst/Fluff with Horror elements in them.

Tell me, which brother you want to see next (except Satan, his will be post on his birthday)

This one is inspired by the Masked Event and @fickleminder's post "Hear Me Cry"

and @amistytown and our share post here

Warning: Mention of Blood, Violence, Drugs, Injury and Demonic nature

He was wandering around the school grounds looking for you, both he and the masks on his face.

This night shouldn’t be like this, it was supposed to be a simple round trip to his brothers haunted house, with you.

Now the masks make him and brothers, think horrible things to the guest and especially you. All the horrific, and vile things his thinking to do, to you are running through his head. All the while he is conscious, trap in his own body, unable to take off the mask himself.

If he, had it bad, he can’t imagine what his brothers are thinking or wanting to do to you. He needs to find you. Even if he has the mask on, his still have a better control then his brothers.

Then again, at was his thought before you met up with him in the student council room, if it hadn’t for Diavolo come in, and take you with him. You would’ve been….

That’s the mask talking right? Telling his body to find you……. Yes, that’s it!

Lucifer is second doubting himself, if he should finds you or stay away from you.

On one hand, if he finds you, is a gamble whether or not he can control himself around you. One the other he stays away, he can “wander” to his brothers haunted house, so happen to see if his brothers are there in their respected houses.

The choice the latter.

But some he started to regret his decision, once he notice that Mammon and Levi aren’t in their house, and he saw was a piece of your RAD uniform on the floor. He doesn’t like this situation.

He quickens his walk to Satan and Asmo’s house, and see no sign of them, only met with a stench of a familiar smell, he quickly looks around to see a blood stain on the wall. A fresh one.

He started to panic in the inside, and didn’t notice a sound of a crack from his mask. He was to focus on getting to the twin’s house. If they’re not there, his main priority is to look for you.

As he walking to the haunted hospital of the twins made, he thought to himself. That you wouldn’t be this reckless to got each house and try to take masks off his brothers. But he quickly remembers that you are the same human, who didn’t listen to him to not go up to the attic, who jump Infront of him to protect his brother and a little angel from him, pointed the night dagger yourself instead of him. You are that reckless.

He finally made it to the hospital, he quietly opens the door and walk in.

Once inside, he heard Mammon and Asmo laughing in delight.

“They’re all here good” Lucifer breath a sigh of relief, soon he stiffed in fear once he heard your name uttered by Mammon.

“MC, come on stay awake” Lucifer started to breathed heavily, as his mask start to crack more.

He walks toward the chatter, as his heart race and eyes shifted back and forth. He stops right before open door at the end of the hall, and see Satan and Beel blocking his view of the exam table. He took a few steps closer to get a better look, Lucifer is stunned to what he saw on the exam table.

You laying on your back, facing towards the door with your eyes slightly open, with a cut on your cheek, your uniform ripped apart with your undershirt what left covering your chest, both arms aren’t even on the table and are dangling on the edge.

But what snap him out of his stunned state, was his brothers talking.

“Maybe, a put too much, tranquilizer in you, sorry about that. But we did want you to run back to the others, now would we.”

“This all your fault Belphie! I wanted to hear their lovely screams in fear” Asmo caress you bleeding cheek getting blood on his finger, then he took one and makes a small heart on your cheek and giggles.

“Do you think we should have told Lucifer about this” Levi voices his concern.

“NO!” Mammon yelled “They already choice him. If we told him about this plan, he would have kept MC all to himself once we trap them”

“And besides.” Satan chips in “I don’t trust him; it seems that he has some what of a control over himself. So, we wouldn’t tell if he’s on are side or not”

He couldn’t take it anymore; he was about to charger but his entire froze. Couldn’t move a muscle, only his eyes.

But the he’s sight landed on your face, and saw you blink at him and mouthed his name, and you try to reach out to him. But Beel saw your arm raise and quickly grabbing it and slamming it back on the table, breaking a bone.

That was the thing that finally set Lucifer over the edged.

The mask finally broke, the sound of it breaking causing the brothers to look what made that sound.

All of them gasps, and drop their tools, seeing Lucifer in his demon form with pure and utter rage on his face.

“L-L-Lucifer~” Levi stuttering was cut off, by Lucifer grabbing him by the throat and slamming him on the ground, he quickly uses his free hand to forcefully grab and pull the mask of him, causing Levi to groan in pain at his mask being taking off of him.

Then Lucifer whip his head towards Mammon and Satan, and runs towards them tackling them into the wall, and quickly grab both masks, breaking them while there is on his brothers faces. Both Mammon and Satan immediately fall on to the floor.

Then Lucifer turns his attention to Beel, who threw a punch at him, by quickly ducking and grabbing Beel by the torso and slamming him on the ground, and use both fists to slam on Beel’s face breaking the mask.

Lucifer is breathing heavily turn his head towards Asmo, who is shaking in fear.

“Lucifer, I- we ~” but he quickly met with a hand grabbing the lower part of his mask, and Lucifer pull Asmo’s mask up, because the curse on the mask, Asmo entire body followed his mask. Lucifer lifted him up over him, flipping Asmo over and slamming him on the empty exam table. Lucifer uses his other hand to grab Asmo’s chin, pry the mask off him.

Then finally, Lucifer growls and slowly turns his head to the youngest, who is still disbelief to all just happen. But quickly snap out of his shock by a hand grabbing him by the neck. Lucifer hoist him by neck, with his feet off the ground. Lucifer, slowly tighten his grip and slowly uses his other hand to grab and crush the mask on Belphie, then he lets go of his brother’s neck let him fall it to the ground.

He pants and look down at Belphie, before let out a monstrous roar.

An hour later

Mammon was the first one to wake up rubbing his head, start looking around. Soon one by one the brothers stared to wake up.

Then Asmo gasps and covered his mouth in fear to what he sees right now.

Lucifer kneeling on the ground, cradling you in his arms, as he sobs and racking back and forth.

Belphie is guilt redden, and chatting no, and quickly got up and rushes towards the two of you, But Lucifer roars at him, causing Belphie to stop dead on his track, and startling the others.

“DON’T YOU DARE TAKE ONE MORE FUCKING STEP CLOSER, IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE KILLED!” Lucifer warns his baby brother and extension to the others. “I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU RIGHT NOW! LEAVE!!!”

Knowing that Lucifer is trying his best not to attack them right now, all of them quickly ran out of the room, leaving you two alone.

Lucifer whisper an apology, as he holds you tighter giving you warmth. You stared shifted in his arms trying to move your body.

“Love please, don’t move” his voice sound hoarse. “I’m sorry”

You lean closer into him, as you grab his chest, to calm him down.

“I’m…fine…. I…. just…. need…. some…. rest, that’s all” you start crying in his chest.

“I’ll make sure you have it love, now rest. I need to calm myself first. I won’t leave your side”

Note: Oh Man! I really when overboard with this one.

Its kinda my way to make up for the lack of action in my Pain of Love Fic.

Anyway thank you to @fickleminder and @amistytown for their post. I really need something for Lucifer’s story

I'll be posting the next story next week, I need to write some fluff to wash some of the angst. with my The sea for two (Leviathan X MC) fanfic.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me reader x lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me he snaps one shot #obey me blood

[chudleycanonficfest]

Day 28, Post #1 by @floreatcastellumposts

Title: The Argument Author/Artist: FloreatCastellum Pairing: Gen Prompt: “Siblings: The only enemy you can’t live without” -Anonymous Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Mild language

When he was a child, Ron had sometimes sat secretly on the stairs, feet in slippers too big for him, teddy tucked under his arm, listening to the goings on in the kitchen. Often his sister or a brother or two would be with him. This was especially the case when there was an argument, because they were a nosy bunch of kids, and they would grin gleefully at one another as they heard their mother roar over some issue, like when Bill came home with his first tattoo, or Charlie had done something dangerous like climb on the roof, or the many, many, many things that Fred and George had done. They would gather on the stairs and snigger and delight in their siblings being in trouble - that it wasn't them, and usually it was over something hilarious too. 

Today was quite different. The stairs were narrow, so Ginny was pressed right up against him, but she was gripping hold of his arm too. Behind them, Fred and George sat in grim, stony silence, their knees occasionally knocking the back of Ron's head, but, remarkably, none of them were squabbling.

'Is it so hard to just be happy for me?' Percy was bellowing, and that in itself was unusual, because it was never Percy in trouble. 

'It's not about that,' Dad was bellowing back, 'are you so naive? Are you really so foolish-?' This was unusual too, because it wasn't usually Dad bellowing. 

'Percy... Percy, we're just worried, we're just concerned...' Mum was sobbing. This was unusual, because she usually had a bit more fight in her, not this desperate pleading. 

'You're so cynical, the pair of you-'

'We're realistic! You've been promoted well above your grade before the dust has settled on the inquiry-'

'STOP BRINGING UP THE INQUIRY!' Percy sounded quite deranged; the ferocity of his voice made Ginny jump slightly, and grip Ron's arm harder. 'That - wasn't - my - fault! That was the point of it! That PROVED I wasn't to blame, I was acquitted-'

'Yes, and we were delighted,' said Dad, and to Ron's astonishment, his words sounded bitingly sarcastic, 'but even so, you have to see that mass scandal is not usually a precursor to promotion!'

'He SAW something in me!' 

'Yes, he did! He saw a potential spy! On our family - on Dumbledore-'

Percy let out a maniacal laugh, forced and sneering and sanctimonious, it made Ron wince as he heard it. 'And you say I'm arrogant?' 

'We've never said you were arrogant-' Mum tried to chip in desperately, but Percy continued talking over her. 

'You think you're important enough to warrant the Minister for Magic spying on you? You think he considers you in the same circle as Dumbledore? More to the point, you think Dumbledore truly respects the likes of you?'  

'Fudge has been going round making it more than clear that anyone who supports Dumbledore can clear out their desks-'

'Utter rot-'

'-He knows I'm friendly with him, he knows I have advised the school on muggleborn inte-'

'No one cares!' Percy screamed. 'No one cares about that stuff! You're ludicrous!'

'Ludicrous?' Dad echoed, with an uncharacteristic scoff to his voice. 

'Ludicrous! Not everything is a conspiracy, not everything has an anti-muggle agenda - I know what this is really about, you're embarrassed that your own son is rising above you, is succeeding where you haven't-'

'Percy!' Mum's gasp was so clear that Ron could easily imagine her hand leaping to her chest. 

'I've had to struggle against your lousy reputation ever since I started! Do you know how embarrassing it is? Do you know what it's like having people ask if I'm related to the muggle-mad Weasley on Level Two-' 

'That's enough,' said Dad coldly. 

'I lie to them, d'you know that? I tell them we're only distantly related.' 

'What the fuck?' Ron heard one of the twins whisper behind them. 'Is he serious?' 

'I never imagined I had raised you to be so small-minded-' Dad was spitting back.

'It's baffling that you raised me at all! You, who has no ambition, no sense, no idea of how ridiculous you come across with your obsession with muggles - is it any wonder you've always been passed over for promotion-'

'-Because of bigotry!'

'-Any wonder you've left your children to grow up in poverty? To be humiliated by the failures of their father?' 

'Stop it! Percy, stop it!' Mum was wailing, and whether it was Fred or George directly behind him Ron didn't know, but their knee was trembling against the back of his head. 

'It's not failure, it's a matter of principle and integrity!' Dad roared back. 'There are more important things than gold, that's what we've always-'

'You are deluded! You are so blinded by your persecution complex, by your victimhood, that you cannot be happy for your son!' Percy’s voice was hoarse and raw, whether from tears or overexertion, Ron wasn’t sure. 'You can't bear to see him succeed where you failed! To see him make something of himself!'

'Why would I be happy watching my son be manipulated and used? Make no mistake, Percy - this is no achievement, this is Fudge playing you as a puppet - if you're ashamed of your background, that's your prerogative, but there's no denying this family is known to be close to Dumbledore and Harry, and Fudge is waging a vendetta against-'

‘You’re an idiot to run around with Dumbledore!’ snapped Percy. ‘He’s heading for trouble - gone completely power mad the last few years - you know full well his glory days are over. You’ll end up going down with him-’

‘Fudge is fighting a campaign against Dumbledore when he should be-’

‘I know where my loyalties lie, and it is not with my old teacher! It is with my employer, the leader of my government, with people who look at the facts!’

‘The facts are that Harry-’

'Yes - Harry - here we go,' snapped Percy. 'You rank the word of a child above the expert testimonies and mountains of evidence brought up by the inquiry, above your own boss - no wonder he thinks you're cracked. You’re determined to see conspiracy everywhere-’ 

‘How can you say that? You saw the aftermath of what happened, you saw him-’

‘I saw the actual dead boy, I saw Diggory!’ snapped Percy. ‘Think what his family is going through, their child’s death being used as a political quaffle-’

‘That is Fudge’s doing! That is his choice! He has chosen to make a mockery of Diggory, to disregard Harry-'

‘To question the story of a teenager,’ corrected Percy. His tone was cold and quiet, the kind of sanctimonious "I'm being the grown up here, actually" patience that Ron found unbearably aggravating. ‘The only evidence is his word, it’s not unreasonable to question a witness. In fact, it’s a perfectly standard part of due process.’

Ron’s growing anger was now twisted with a kind of lurching dread. The snide little comments in the Daily Prophet, which they had all blustered and raged and gasped in revolted disdain at over breakfasts for the past week, suddenly felt sinister. As he thought about it, Percy had never joined in… had always been silent… 

‘Percy…’ said Mum, so faintly that, as one, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George all leaned forward to listen. ‘Percy, surely you… surely you believe him? Surely you can’t believe he deserves what they’re saying about him? He’s just a child - it’s like the whole world’s forgotten that he’s just a child.’ 

'Yes, he's just a child - so why should he be the centre of everything?' Percy demanded. 'Why should he shape our family? Impact our careers?' 

'Percy… if you had seen him in the hospital wing, if you had looked into his eyes…' 

'Mr Fudge was not convinced,' said Percy, as though that settled the matter.

‘Has he asked you about Harry?’ Dad asked abruptly. Beside Ron, Ginny was shaking. ‘Casually?’ 

‘I - no more than is to be expected when you have someone famous living under your roof-’

‘What did he ask? What did you say?’ 

They heard a brief, thick silence, and a sharp exhale of air. ‘He… he’s not relevant to this discussion. This is beyond - this isn’t the issue - the only evidence is his word, as I said-’ 

‘You don’t believe him.’ Dad’s voice was blank, stunned, quiet. ‘You… you know that boy, Percy.’  

‘You don’t believe in me,’ said Percy, and Ron could hear his tears now, the slight thickness to his voice, the sniffs between words. ‘You’d rather believe in some ludicrous conspiracy theory from a teenager who thinks he sees You-Know-Who around every corner than believe that your own son might have worked hard, might be talented, might deserve his career. You’d really think so little of me.’ 

‘That’s not it. That’s not it at all,’ Dad said quietly, and Mum was crying loudly. ‘We just-’

‘I don’t care!’ said Percy harshly. ‘I don’t care what you think! Not any more! Years I’ve put up with it, years! I’m going - I’m gone - I don’t want to see either of you again - you’ve made it clear that you don’t have my interests at heart, this was your choice-’

‘What do you mean?’ Mum shrieked, and they could hear the scraping of chairs being moved aside, thundering footsteps, Mum begging-

The door was thrust open, and Percy stood for a moment in the hallway, looking up at the four of them sitting on the stairs. His expression was unreadable. Tear tracks shone from beneath his horn-rimmed glasses, and his mouth was a thin, grim line. 

‘Move,’ he told them. 

‘You’re being a right bellend,’ said Fred at once. 

‘MOVE!’ 

They did not, and Mum had come running after Percy, hanging desperately onto his arm though he tried to shake her off. ‘Come on, Perce,’ she pleaded. ‘Come and sit down, let’s all cool off and talk about this-’

‘Get out of my way,’ Percy told his siblings once more, and now Ron stood. 

‘Harry’s part of our family,’ he blurted out furiously. 

 ‘He’s not, Ron,’ Percy growled. ‘He’s your friend, that doesn’t mean everything he says is right - move out my way.’ 

‘How can you say that!’ Ginny demanded. ‘What’s wrong with you? How can you say all these horrible things?’ 

Percy started climbing the stairs, pushing Ron aside and stepping over Ginny, furiously struggling past Fred and George who immediately made their bodies as big and awkward and gangling as they could imagine, shouting colourful insults at him as he pushed past and thundered up to his room. 

‘He just needs to calm down,’ Mum was squeaking. ‘Go - go to your rooms, let me and Dad talk to him-’ 

‘No chance!’ 

‘I haven’t said my piece yet!’ 

He returned just a few moments later, carrying a bulging bag with a jumper sleeve trailing out, a little line of abandoned socks and a pair of underwear left on the stairs. ‘I’m going to stay with friends,’ he said. 

‘You haven't got any,’ goaded George. 

‘Be quiet, George!’ Mum wailed. ‘Percy-’

‘Then I’m getting my own place, I’m not staying here anymore - I’m not letting you all drag me down with you. If you’re all going to be traitors to the Ministry I’m going to make sure everyone’s well aware that I don’t belong to this family any more-’

‘You do, Percy, you do - you’ll always be my son-’ Mum’s words were barely audible beneath her crying. Percy pushed past her, and stormed towards the door. 

‘Percy!’ Ron shouted, and to his surprise, Percy turned and looked at him. 

Ron could not find the words for his contempt, could not find an insult strong enough, could not decide what to do with the rage that was coursing through him. All he could hope was that Percy could feel it in his cold, hard stare. ‘How could you?’ 

Percy said nothing, simply looked back for a moment, and then turned his back and strode swiftly to the door. Mum was running after him, and though they heard the ear-splitting crack of disapparation, she stood in the doorway shouting his name. 

Dad had not followed, and with a creak, Ginny rose beside Ron and descended the last few stairs. She peered through the doorway to the kitchen. ‘Dad?’ 

Ron heard a splutter, and then dry, heaving sobs. Ginny vanished into the kitchen. Behind him, Fred and George were muttering mutinously, swearing and cursing. 

‘What’s he playing at?’ 

‘He’s an idiot. A big-headed, pompous, ridiculous idiot, we’ve always said it, we were right.’ 

‘Who does he think he is? Does he really think that promotion is normal? Does he honestly think he’s that extraordinary?’  

‘Moron…’ 

Ron’s jaw was aching from gritting his teeth so hard, his heart was trying to break through his ribcage and go after Percy to beat him. 

‘Do you really think he meant that stuff he said to Dad?’ George said. ‘It’s just…’  

‘I bet he does, the git,’ said Fred. ‘I bet he really does pretend he’s not part of the family. He’s ashamed of us. Slimy, brown-nosing prick…’ 

‘All that stuff about poverty? So uncalled for.’

‘That’s it, really, isn’t it? He’s a greedy arsehole.’ 

‘Well, he’s certainly written himself out of the will now, hasn’t he?’ 

‘He won’t care, nothing for him to inherit anyway, apparently.’ 

That prickling, heated anger was back - his very ears were hot with it, he wouldn’t be surprised if steam had been bursting out of them. The memory of Harry, pale and shaken in the hospital wing, his hands gripping Mum’s robes as she hugged him, was lingering in his mind. ‘Did you hear all that crap about Harry? Did you hear what he was saying about him? Harry!’

‘Yeah,’ muttered George. ‘Pillock.’ 

‘Why would he say that? What the bloody hell is going on with him? He’s gone bonkers. When did he turn into such a - a -’ He still could not quite find a word strong enough.  

‘Berk?’ suggested George. 

‘Something along those lines…’  

‘Easier than admitting he’s horrible, selfish, idiot snob, I suppose,’ said Fred. 

‘Money’s always been an issue, but blaming Dad like that is just…’ 

‘Nasty,’ said Ron, simply. 

‘You can make money without completely selling out and betraying your family,’ said Fred seriously. ‘You can do it and keep your integrity.’ 

‘He’s acting like we weren’t fed enough,’ said George spitefully. ‘Percy didn’t even get that many hand-me-downs, really - Mum and Dad were doing all right before they were hit with twins, and we all know Ginny was probably unexpected.’ 

‘Was she?’ said Ron distractedly.

‘Are you joking, you were only about eight months old, who picks then to decide to have another baby?’  

‘Mum.’ 

‘Fair.’ 

‘Anyway,’ said Fred, ‘Percy’s not exactly been hard done by, not really. He’s just always been ashamed we’re not as well-heeled as his smarmy new colleagues at the Ministry.’ 

‘It’s childish,’ said Ron, who was feeling another lurch of guilt as he thought back on the previous year. ‘It’s really petty…’ 

‘We’ve all wished the family was better off now and then,’ said George fairly. ‘Who wouldn’t? But that was a seriously low blow. God, poor Dad,' he added, his voice lowering further. 'I'm glad Ginny's gone in to comfort him, I don't even know where to begin.'

‘Do you think he’s really gone for good?’ asked Ron.

‘Hope so,’ said Fred viciously. ‘Hey - one less mouth to feed now, maybe the family’ll be better off.’ 

'You know what else,' Ron said sharply, his brain whirring, 'did you hear him dodging Dad's question about what he's said about Harry? Good thing he's buggered off before we go to the Order Headquarters, isn't it? Who knows what he would have blabbered about?' 

Fred was looking at him as though in a new light. 'You know what, Ronniekins, that is a really excellent and disturbing point. You're a bit of a bright spark at times, aren't you?' 

'Brighter than Percy,' Ron muttered.

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #submission #tw: mild language

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries. Allusions to infidelity. Also contains major spoiler for the dilf!Yeosang fic.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Hongjoong? Hongjoong baby?"

You lightly tapped his cheek in an effort to wake him up from his nap on the couch. Fluttering his eyes open, he yawned softly, almost an exact replica of how your son often would.

"What? Is it dinnertime already?" He asked while sitting up.

"Almost, but I noticed your phone was going crazy with notifications so I thought it must be something important."

Kissing his sleepy face, you chuckled and returned to the kitchen before anything accidentally burned. Fixing his hair, Hongjoong picked up his phone to see about 10 missed calls, 20 unread messages and a dozen emails all from different people, most of them from his fellow teachers at the university. Scanning through the first few, Hongjoong became wide awake and immediately began looking back to see the email he had sent right before going to sleep.

"Ok food is- what's going on?" You noticed how agitated he looked.

"Um...well.... funny story. You know how I was supposed to send in my report to the administration? I might have accidentally attached the wrong file on there.." He sheepishly admitted to you.

By his tone, you knew it was probably something serious.

"Ok and what was the file?"

Hongjoong grabbed your arm and placed you next to him.

"You're gonna want to be seated for this."

Hongjoong opened the file and held the phone out for you to see. You widened your eyes as you saw it was the old video he had taken of you sucking him off for the first time when you were at the university. You couldn't help the tiny grin tugging your lips as your loud slurping sounds blasted through the speakers.

"Fuck! Miss Y/N, do you really enjoy sucking cock so much?" Hongjoong's raspy voice was heard on the background, one of his hands holding the back of your head to plunge your mouth further down onto his length. You were seen moaning dramatically as you pulled away slightly, drool falling down your chin.

"I used to, but now I think I'll only love sucking cocks that are as big as yours." You winked as your hand pumped along his shaft, your tongue coming out to swirl around his head.

"Still think a pretty young thing like me can't take a cock like yours Mr. Kim?"

Getting so flustered, Hongjoong stopped the video and ran a hand through his hair as he waited for your outburst. When you were silent for a while, he looked over and was confused to see you smiling.

"I can't believe you kept that after all this time." You giggled as your hands cupped his cheeks.

"Well I.... I just like reminiscing about the old times when you used to give me the best suck of my life."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean used to Kim Hongjoong?"

Hongjoong flushed even more when you came down and sat in front of him as you began pulling his pants down.

"I can still give a blowjob that'll leave you breathless."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"Well it seems your wife and her lawyer have decided to stoop low in methods to stop the divorce from happening."

Seonghwa's lawyer seemed uneasy about telling you guys about it.

"What did that witch do now?" Seonghwa could already feel a headache coming.

"She submitted a video for the judge and other attorneys to view and hopefully use against you.. but the nature of it...... well it's not exactly something we can show in the courtroom but most of us lawyers have unfortunately seen it."

Leaving the laptop open and sliding it forward to you both, the lawyer stood up and cleared his throat.

"I thought perhaps you two would want to take a look and decide what you'll want to do after this." The poor man left the room, feeling embarrased for you.

You were the one who leaned forward to press play. Seonghwa and you stiffened in your seats when you saw it was an old video you had taken during one of the nights he often went over to your place after one of the many fights he'd have with his wife.

"How did she even get a hold of this?" You asked but you weren't really paying attention to your question and neither was Seonghwa, both of you just watched the screen in front of you, seeing the erotic action unfold.

"Shit! Look at you, all stuffed to the brim with my cum, it's leaking out of you."

Your body jolted underneath Seonghwa as his hips once again slammed into yours, your body aching from the overstimulation he had already been giving you for the past hour but you didn't want him to stop, even after he had cum inside you three times already.

"Keep my cum inside your body my little slut. Don't drop any of it out." His voice was raspy and hoarse as he continued his merciless pounding into you.

You looked like a mess by then, your face was buried on the pillow, nails nearly tearing the sides of it and even though it was muffled, your screams of pleasure could still be distinguished through it.

"I'm gonna breed you my little bunny. Stuff your little hole until you're carrying my babies."

Yanking your hair, Seonghwa pulled you so your back was pressed against his chest.

"Cause that's what you promised me right? You promised you'd let fuck my babies in you right?" He cooed as he nipped at your neck.

You whimpered loudly and nodded at him, tears falling out of your eyes.

"Yes! Please! Breed me Mr. Park. I wanna get fucked with your babies." You begged him, your face scrunching up as another orgasm was being pulled out of you.

Seonghwa and you sat there silently after watching all that, taking it all in. It was him who broke the ice by spinning his chair to you and looking all too smug.

"Well I did knock you up didn't I?"

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho calmly scrolled over the messages in the group chat he had with his friends, all of them bragging or retelling about what they had done over the course of their vacation.

"What'd you do Yunho?" "Something boring probably."

He rolled his eyes at Jongho's sense of humor.

"I actually had a lot of fun at the waterpark with Y/N and my son. I even have a cute video of it."

Scrolling through his gallery, he didn't realize he accidentally clicked on the wrong video thinking it was the one you took as your son was learning to swim. Confidently pressing send, Yunho waited for them to coo over his boy as they always did when anyone shared pictures of their kids.

"Um.... Yunho? What exactly am I watching?" Seonghwa asked while Hongjoong just replied with a shocked faced emoji.

"Damn, did you have fun turning that bed of yours into a waterpark?" Wooyoung added with a winky face emoji.

Wondering what the hell they were talking about, Yunho opened the video he sent and his face fell when he realized what it actually was that he had sent.

"Yu-Yunho.... too big. I can't." You whimpered pathetically on his screen, your hands rubbing along where his bulge poked out on your abdomen.

"Yes you can baby, you've taken all of me before." He reminded you as he slowly stuffed more of his cock inside you until he bottomed out and his cock was enveloped in your walls.

"There? You see. Your tight pussy can fit me just fine."

Feeling so full yet not having him move inside you, you began whining and clenched around him.

"Yunho, please fuck my tight pussy. I wanna get destroyed by your cock. Please." You begged him.

"Awww do you want me to fuck you dumb with my huge cock? Is that what you want?" His mocking tone was unmistakable even if his face wasn't shown.

"I'm gonna fuck you til you're crying baby, don't say you didn't ask for this."

The rest of the video transpired with his grunts and your whimpering. Yunho's cock disappeared in and out of you at a brutal pace, one of his large hands holding you down so you couldn't move away from him. He ripped orgasm after orgasm out of you until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you began squirting all over the sheets.

"Fuckfuckfuck! Yunho!" You cried out, unable to stop shaking as he just continued his pace and made you squirt all over again.

"That's it. Be a good girl and squirt more for me. By the time I'm done, all you're gonna remember is this feeling of me breaking you."

Yunho was giggling out of embarrassment now that he knew what his friends saw.

"All of you delete this right now and pretend it never happened."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang looked down beyond the railing on top of the staircase. Although he should have been horrified, disgusted or the slightest bit sad, his face showed absolutely no emotion whatsoever. He just looked at the scene with no remorse, no emotion and nothing at all.

"Sir?" His trusted butler immediately came up, hands behind his back as he awaited for any instructions

"Take care of this Damian. And make sure no one knows about this. If anyone else knows.... take care of them too." He ordered.

The proper English butler let out a chilling smile as he adjusted his cuff links, happy to be able to put his hidden talents to use.

"Rest assured Sir, no one will suspect a thing." He walked away with chest up and shoulders back.

Meanwhile Yeosang turned his attention back to you, who was sitting with back pressed against the wall, eyes shot wide open as your body couldn't stop trembling and shaking from what had just happened. Kneeling in front of you, Yeosang cupped your face, trying to get you to calm down he began hushing you close to your ear.

"It's ok baby. You're ok, you're going to be ok. And our baby is ok." He cooed at you as he stroked your hair.

"She's..she's..." You couldn't form a proper sentence as your mind replayed everything what just happened.

You had just returned from a small trip to the store and went to your room, only to find Mrs. Kang in there, back turned to you.

"Madame? Is there something I can help you with?" You offered.

When the lady turned to look at you, her face was tear strung and red from all the crying she had done, not from heartbreak, but from rage. In her hand, she had your phone and your heart dropped as you heard what it was that she had been looking at.

"I knew you were probably nothing more than a low, poor common whore, but to actually know you slept with my husband!"

You gasped when she came up and slapped you harshly across the face before yanking your hair and throwing you on the ground. Your hands immediately clasped around your belly protectively and the lady's face fell in shock.

"Don't tell me that the bastard you're carrying is actually..." She clasped a hand over her mouth as it all made sense to her now.

You couldn't help the tears that sprung out from your eyes. This was not what you wanted to happen

"I'm sorry, I-"

You began screaming when she suddenly pulled you up and began dragging you out of the room and into the hallway. When she pressed you up against the railing, you began to fearfully fight back for your and your baby's life, desperately trying to get out of the mad woman's grip.

"I'm going to fucking kill you! You and your child! How dare you do this to me?!"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"How was I supposed to know there would be a camera right in the middle of the beach placed on a totally secluded place? I mean come on! Hardly anyone ever goes to that spot, why install security cameras on a place hardly anyone goes to?!" San tried to justify himself as you both looked at the computer screen in front of you.

"Maybe precisely because people prefer going to secluded places to do illegal activities?" You glared at him.

"In my defense, it's not like we were hiding a dead body." San wanted to lighten up the mood.

You groaned as you covered your face.

"Why did I even agree to letting you fuck me in public at a beach?"

San rolled his eyes at you.

"Oh stop. You could have said no many times but instead you actually begged me to go harder on you. Don't believe me? I got evidence to back me up."

Pressing play once again, San nudged you so you could look at the video playing again. The good thing about it was that it happened during the night so your faces weren't that visible. But it was clear enough for anyone to see what was going on.

It happened during the vacation you two took to the beach. While talking a midnight stroll through a lonely part of the beach, San had gotten a little too wild and began groping you.

"San! Right now?" You squeaked when he cupped your breasts from behind, pulling your biking top to the side so he could squeeze them better.

"I'm feeling a little romantic babygirl. Wanna have my way with you right here." He whispered in your ear as a hand dipped inside your bikini bottoms, rubbing along your clit.

Your legs were turning to jelly the more you felt his caresses and the steamy kisses he pressed along your shoulder blades.

"If you'd rather go back to the hotel room, I'll carry you there right now." He offered as he began his pull his hands away.

"No! Fuck me right here." You told him.

"I knew you'd open up to the idea." He chuckled as he layed down on the sand, pulling you on top of him.

Both of your swimwear was soon discarded and you were bouncing on top of your husband's cock as the moonlight illuminated your sweaty and dewy bodies. Even after you had both came, you were begging San to keep going, which prompted him to grip your hips and start ramming up into you as he sputtered out words about making another baby with you.

Your lips were still pursed tightly even after the video was over. San stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head in an effort to calm your worries.

"If it makes you feel better....... the camera really captured your gorgeous figure." He snickered and held his hands up protectively when you started smacking him.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"You like that my little slut? Like being treated like this?" Mingi's deep voice asked as he tugged on the leash that was wrapped around your neck.

You grunted when he pulled you forward, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips and nose. Your mouth instantly parted, tongue licking the underside of his shaft.

"Such a dirty little cockslut." He teased you.

"Only for you daddy." You winked up at him but were met with a harsh slap on your face.

"Did I say you could talk slut? I don't remember giving you permission to talk." He harshly said.

"Why don't you shut me up then?" You challenged him.

Mingi plunged his cock deep inside your mouth, stuffing himself down your throat, making you gag around his long length. Using the leash, he kept pulling your face to and fro so he could fuck your face. You were moaning and choking all over his cock, spit running down your chin and onto the floor as his tip hit the back of your throat.

"Oh fuck!" Mingi cried out as he pulled out to cum on your face, splattering his hot liquid all over your forehead, cheeks and your tongue as you had it stuck out to eat up some of his cum. Mingi's thumb grazed over your swollen and red lower lip, pinching it slightly.

"You look so pretty like this." He said as he began tightening the leash around you.

"Well you did look pretty." You laughed when Mingi spoke up behind you.

"Shut up!" You pushed his face away when he began nuzzling his face against your cheek as he tried to keep you from freaking out over the fact one of your private videos had accidentally ended up online.

Mingi just chuckled and pulled you onto his lap.

"What are we going to do?" You sighed.

"Look on the bright side, your face was covered by the mask and no one really saw me so as far as anyone is concerned, it's an anonymous couple." He assured you. Wanting to get a little funny, he joked:

"Maybe we could even start an OnlyFans account."

You slapped his chest.

"Song Mingi!"

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Although Wooyoung should have been furious over the fact the CCTV footage of you two in the strip club you used to work in got uploaded without your permission onto an adult site, he was surprisingly calm.

"I could have sworn I payed them to turn the cameras off?" He questioned as he knew fully well that customers weren't allowed to touch the strippers, hence why he paid an expensive amount just to be able to get alone time with you.

"Clearly that didn't happen." You stated as you just watched the video play out in front of you. You weren't going to lie, besides the slight arousal it was giving you to watch the sex tape, it also made you feel fuzzy to remember how your relationship with Wooyoung started in the first place.

"One thousand dollars if you hop your pretty ass over here and bounce yourself on my cock."

Your naked figure wasted no time in going over to take him out of his confinement before fucking yourself on top of him. Wooyoung was spilling out a clutter of curses as he watched your ass bounce on his lap. Soon enough he was landing slaps on your skin until it became red, his hips fucking up into you.

"Your own place, monthly allowance and anything else you want if you leave this place and become my own personal fuck toy."

You nearly came at his words when he made his final offer.

"Fuck! Yes! I accept!" You exclaimed.

Shifting positions, Wooyoung got you on all fours on the couch as he began to relentlessly thrust into you from behind, his cock hitting deep inside you.

"You're my little fuck toy now beautiful. No one else gets to fuck this cunt of yours but me."

You let out a loud yelp that was probably heard outside the door when you felt his hand slap your clit.

"No one, got it?" He snarled at you.

Your thighs clenched together as he remembered how possessive he was, and still was, towards you.

"Did the video affect you so much?" You heard Wooyoung ask as his hands came up to rub your shoulders. You shivered when his teeth grazed at your earlobe.

"Cause I know it affected me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Which one of those fuckers hacked into my personal computer and leaked this?"

Jongho single handedly split an apple which terrified the person in front of him.

"We don't know s-sir...." He trembled.

"Well find out who they were and report back to me, I want you to work fast too. Now get on it!" He ordered harshly.

You came into the office and were confused when a poor intern sped out of there looking like he saw a ghost. Closing the door behind you, you handed Jongho a folder.

"The vein on your forehead is sticking out, what happened?" You knew he was majorly stressing over something and it was probably no small thing.

Huffing, he turned the computer so it could face you.

"One of those fuckers out there got a hold of the systems and managed to hack into my computer. Not only that, they decided to spread a certain video around." He explained, fists clenching and unclenching.

"What video?" You asked.

"Press play and find out."

Doing as he said, you blushed when you saw it was an old video of a time when you and Jongho were still a secret couple. He had stayed over at your house and during the night, he had snuck into your room and crawled his way into your bed, which you allowed him to.

"Shhh. You gotta be quiet princess. Don't want to get caught by your dad right?"

You shook your head and bit down onto one of the plushies laying around you in an effort to muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth as Jongho's thick dick kept sliding in and out of you.

"This is so fucking dirty. I'm ruining you even more by fucking you in the bed you grew up in. Tell me how does it make you feel? To have me shove my cock deep in your pussy in your childhood bedroom while your parents are asleep? Are you enjoying it?"

You whined loudly and clenched more around him as your breathing became more labored and you panted like crazy.

"You enjoyed it so much, you ended up pregnant by me."

You lifted your head to see Jongho wink at you which made you giggle.

"You enjoyed it too, don't even lie."

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[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 18

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 18 - This Venerable One has Begged You Before

Tianwen has a deadly killing move. The name was very simple, just one word: "Wind". Once activated, no piece of armor in the surrounding area could withstand it.

Mo Ran was naturally acquainted with the power of "Wind". He also knew Chu Wanning's strength so there was no need to worry. He glanced at the pale man whose robe was dyed red with blood. He threw away the rest of his talismans to buy Chu Wanning some time, then flew away to the edge of the fight. He grabbed Shi Mei with one hand, Madam Chen with the other, and took two unconscious people, hiding a far distance away.

Chu Wanning endured the severe pain and reluctantly moved his other. Suddenly, Tianwen burst out with a dazzling golden light, and Chu Wanning violently jerked it back.

The Master of Ceremonies Ghost went berserk. It jumped up and rushed towards Chu Wanning with a distorted face.

Chu Wanning's robe waved like a flame in a violent wind, billowing and flying. His eyebrows were furious, half of his shoulders soaked in blood. He quickly raised his hand, Tianwen's golden light became more and more intense then it took off by Chu Wanning's flying spin.

The willow vine stretched for several tens of feet and whirled into a golden spiral. Like a whirlpool, it engulfed the surrounding ghosts, dead bodies, golden children, and the roaring and twisting Master of Ceremonies Ghost into the center of "Wind". The fierce image that was created by Tianwen was then shattered in an instant!!!

"Wind" smashed and destroyed. Not even the surrounding grass and trees, being ripped up from the ground, were spared.

The huge storm centered around Chu Wanning let out a dazzling golden light. The sky grew dark, covered by flying sand and rocks. Whether it was a coffin or the dead, they were like grass fluttering in the wind.

She was sucked in and was cut up by the rapidly spinning Tianwen.

Sliced into tens of thousands pieces of debris. . .

When everything calmed down, there was no grass around Chu Wanning, a desolate and empty wasteland.

Other than him standing alone in his bright, auspicious clothes that resembled a blooming red lotus and a begonia blossom, there was only a ground covered in crushed white bones, and the horrible hissing of Tianwen's golden light.

From this point of view, Chu Wanning did the world a favour pumping out so many disciples.

Based on his performance today, if he wanted to, even if every disciple on Life-Death Peak were defeated, it wasn't impossible for him to keep fighting. . .

The golden light faded away.

Tianwen turned into flickering dots like stars, blending into Chu Wanning's palm.

He breathed a deep breath and frowned. Enduring the sharp pain in his shoulder, he slowly walked towards his disciples in the distance.

"How's Shi Mei?"

Coming to their side, Chu Wanning pushed through and asked.

The ink burned down to look at the unconscious beauty in his arms. He still wasn't awake, his breathing was weak, and his cheeks felt cold to the touch. This scene was too familiar, it was a nightmare that Mo Ran couldn't get rid of.

As Shi Mei was lying in his arms like this, as time went on, he wasn't breathing anymore. . .

Chu Wanning placed his hands on Madam Chen's and Shi Mei's necks. He mumbled out: "Hmm? How could the poisoning be so deep?"

Mo Ran's head snapped up: "Poison? Didn't you say they were okay? Didn't you say that they were just being compelled?"

Chu Wanning frowned: "The Master of Ceremonies Ghost relied on the fragrance powder to compel them. That was a kind of poison. I thought it was only superficial, but I didn't expect the poison to be this severe."

". . ."

"Send them back to Chen's house first." Chu Wanning said, "It's not difficult to expel the poison. It's fine as long as they don't die."

His voice was cold and unwavering. Although Chu Wanning normally spoke like this, at this moment, it really made people feel like he was uncaring and downplaying things.

Mo Ran was brought back to that year of heavy snow. He was knelt in the snow and in his arms was Shi Mei whose life was slipping away. With tears on his face, he hoarsely begged Chu Wanning to turn his head, look at his disciple, and pleaded for him to raise his hand to save his disciple's life.

But what did Chu Wanning say back then?

It was also in such a light and calm tone of voice.

Just like that, rejecting Mo Ran the one time he knelt down and begged.

In the heavy snow, the person in his arms gradually became as cold as the snow falling on his shoulders and eyelashes.

That day, Chu Wanning killed two disciples with his own hands.

One was Shi Mingjing, who he could have saved but didn't.

One was Mo Weiyu, kneeling in the snow mourning the death of his heart.

There was a sudden panic in his heart, a brutality, a snake-like flow of resentment, rage and viciousness.

There was a moment when he suddenly wanted to rise up and strangle Chu Wanning. Wanted to shed his kind and pleasant disguise, revealing the hideousness of a malevolent ghost. Like a fierce ghost from a previous life, it viciously tore into him, questioning him and demanding his life.

He claimed the lives of the two helpless disciples in that snowfield.

But when his eyes flicked up, they suddenly fell on Chu Wanning's blood-covered shoulder.

The beast's anger was suddenly cut off.

He didn't say another word, just stared at Chu Wanning's face with poorly-masked hateful eyes. Chu Wanning didn't notice. After a while, he lowered his head again and stared at Shi Mei's haggard face.

His mind gradually went blank.

If something happened to Shi Mei this time, then. . .

"Cough cough cough!!"

The person in his arms abruptly coughed. Mo Ran was stunned and his heart trembled. . . Shi Mei slowly opened his eyes, and his voice was extremely hoarse and weak.

"A-. . . Ran. . .?"

"Yes! It's me!" In his ecstasy, the haze disappeared. Mo Ran's eyes widened. The palms of his hands were pressed against Shi Mei's cool cheeks, and his shining eyes trembled. "Shi Mei, how do you feel? Does anything hurt? "

Shi Mei smiled lightly, his eyebrows still. He turned his head, and looked around: ". . . How are we here. . . How did I faint. . . Ah! Shizun. . . cough cough, this disciple is incompetent. . . this disciple. . ."

"Don't talk," Chu Wanning said.

He gave Shi Mei a pill: "Since you're awake, take this poison dispersing pill. Don't swallow it right away."

Shi Mei took the medicine then was suddenly taken aback, his colourless face appearing even more transparent: "Shizun, how did you get hurt? You're covered in blood. . ."

Chu Wanning still had that faint, calm, irritating voice: "It's nothing."

He got up and glanced at Mo Ran.

"You, find a way to bring both of them back to the Chen's residence."

When Shi Mei woke up, the gloom that was deep in his heart suddenly vanished. He nodded quickly: "Okay!"

"I'll go first. I have something to ask the Chen family."

Chu Wanning said and turned to leave. Facing the vast darkness of the night, the fields covered in decay, he finally couldn't supress a twitch in his eyebrow, revealing a painful expression.

The entire shoulder was pierced by five fingers, the tendons and veins were torn apart, and the Master of Ceremonies Ghost's claws even pierced the bones deep in his flesh and blood. No matter how he pretended to endure it calmly, no matter how he tried to stave the bleeding, he was still be a human being.

It still hurt. . .

But so what if it hurts.

He walked forward one foot after another, the hem of the wedding dress flying around.

For so many years, people respected and feared him, but no one has dared stand by his side. No one cares about him. He has long been used to it.

Yuheng of the Night Sky, the Beidou Immortal.

No one liked him. No one cared whether he lived or died, whether he was sick or suffering.

He seemed to be born without the need for the support of others, no need to rely on anyone, no need for company.

So there was no need to shout out in pain, and crying was even more unnecessary. Just go and dress the wounds, cut off all the festering flesh around the tear and apply ointment on it.

It didn't matter if no one cared about him.

Anyway, that's how he came to be alone. He's survived all these years. He can take care of himself.

When he came to the door of the Chen residence, before he entered the courtyard, he heard an ear-piercing scream.

Chu Wanning didn't care about aggravating his wound and immediately rushed in - only to see the old lady Chen with a disheveled hair, her eyes closed, but chasing her son and husband all over the house, only ignoring the young daughter of the Chen family. She stood beside her in panic, huddled tightly, shaking.

Seeing Chu Wanning enter, Mr. Chen and his eldest son screamed and rushed towards him: "Dao Master! Dao Master, help!"

Chu Wanning held them back. He glanced at Madam Chen's closed eyes, and said angrily: "Didn't I tell you to watch her and keep her from falling asleep?!"

"I can't help it! My wife is unwell. She usually goes to bed early. After you left, she was still holding out at first, then she fell asleep, and then she started to go crazy! She started screaming. . . yelling. . ."

Mr. Chen shivered and ducked behind Chu Wanning. He didn't notice that he was actually wearing an auspicious outfit, nor did he notice the hideous wound on Chu Wanning's shoulder.

Chu Wanning frowned and said: "What was she yelling?"

Before Mr. Chen spoke, the mad woman rushed over with her teeth bared, screaming mournfully. It was actually the voice of a young woman—

"Spineless liar! Pathetically fickle! I want you to pay with your lives! I want you all to die!"

Chu Wanning: ". . . This evil spirit stoops low." He turned back and sternly shouted at Mr. Chen, "Does this voice sound familiar?"

Mr. Chen’s mouth was trembling. He rolled his eyes and swallowed nervously: “I don’t know, I don't recognize it, I don’t know! Please help! Please help!

Just then, Madam Chen rushed over. Chu Wanning raised his uninjured arm, pointing at the sky above Madam Chen, and a lightning bolt slammed down, trapping Madam Chen within a barrier.

Chu Wanning turned his head with an icy gaze: "You really don't know?"

Mr. Chen repeated: "I really don't know! I really don't know!"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything else. He whipped out Tianwen and bound old lady Chen in the barrier.

He should have tied up the rest of the family outside, it would be more convenient and easier to gauge the situation, but Chu Wanning had his own rules of conduct. It wasn't easy using Tianwen to interrogate abnormal individuals. So he abandoned the soft approach and instead questioned the ghost in Madam Chen's body.

Interrogating ghosts wasn't the same as interrogating people.

When Tianwen interrogated people, they couldn't fight it and would speak.

When Tianwen interrogated ghosts, it would form a boundary where only Chu Wanning and the ghost would exist. Ghosts would regain their original appearance in the boundary and pass on their message to Chu Wanning.

A flame ignited on Tianwen. It snaked along the vine, burning from his end straight to old lady Chen.

The old lady let out a scream, and suddenly began to twitch. The original scarlet flame on the willow vine instantly turned into a blue ghost fire and burned back to Chu Wanning's side.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes. The fire burned up the willow vine onto his palm, but the ghost fire couldn't hurt him. It just burned all the way along his arm, down his chest, and then went out.

". . ."

The Chen family looked at the scene in horror. They didn't know what Chu Wanning was doing.

Chu Wanning's eyelashes trembled lightly, his eyes still closed, but a white light gradually appeared in front of his eyes. Immediately afterwards, he saw a small, white, jade-like foot step out of the light, and a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old appeared in his field of vision.

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[novaiya]

American Storm - Arthur x Reader

Summary: Abigail was pregnant. Having lost your child few years back, you're having a hard time coping, but Arthur is there to help you through it.

Words: 1,444

Warnings: loss of a child, angst.

A/N: This was extremely hard to write. I'm not a fan of angst (as you can see, most/all of my work is lighthearted and cute), and this went even beyond that. If I didn't do this topic justice, I hope you can understand why.

Based on the request: do you know when arthur has a dialogue talking about his son isaac? you could write where the reader and arthur actually had a child but he, unfortunately, died (the cause may be your preference) almost no one in the gang knows about it and the reader blames herself for all this time

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Abigail was pregnant.

The news was all everyone could talk about. From how far along she was, to who’s the father, to how a child could live in a gang of outlaws, all people could talk about was the impending addition to the gang.

Dutch wasn’t happy, but he, like the rest of the people, knew that nothing could be done at this point. All they could do now was be prepared for the child’s arrival and make sure Abigail was as comfortable as she could be.

The rest of the gang members varied from being excited, annoyed or scared. Some thought that Abigail should do what’s best for the child and leave the gang, but when asked where she would go, no answer came. Others were surprisingly excited and were looking forward to becoming aunts and uncles to the little boy or girl that was going to grow up in the camp.

John, having been the last to bed Abigail and being her on-and-off boyfriend, was chosen as the child’s father and fell in all three camps. He was excited at moving up to the next step in his life and having a child; He was annoyed that this next step came out of the blue; And he ultimately was scared at what this meant for him and the rest of his life. Would he be a good father? Will he be able to protect the child? All of those thoughts flooded his brain like a river, and he felt himself buckle under the responsibility that was suddenly thrusted upon his shoulders.

You liked Abigail. Since she joined the gang almost a year ago, the two of you quickly became good friends. She was smarter than she let on, and lived a life no easier than the rest of you, so it was easy for the two of you to connect. You thought of her as your friend, which was why it pained you so much that you had to distance yourself from her upon hearing the news.

You could hear the commotion outside of your tent. The child kicked for the first time, so everyone from Uncle, to Susan, to Dutch, to even John himself went to see and feel for themselves. Their voices, happy and boisterous, carried all throughout the camp, reaching even the tent where you have secluded yourself in.

The salty flavor of your own tears have become a usual taste upon your lips, and you have long stopped trying to dry them out. Curled on your cot, you softly wailed into the pillow, trying to be as quiet as possible. Each sob made your whole body shake, and you felt pathetic as you bit your lip, keeping yourself from crying louder.

“Darlin’, you in there?” you heard Arthur say from outside the tent.

You took a shaky, uneven breath, trying to calm yourself down enough to speak back. When you spoke, your voice came out broken. “Yes”

The flaps of the tent opened, illuminating the inside of your tent with a hint of sunlight for only a moment as Arthur went in.

Whatever he wanted to say flew out the window as soon as his eyes landed on your form. You looked small and fragile as you laid on the cot, curled on yourself like a beaten dog. He didn’t need to ask you the reason for your tears; he already knew. Neither of you brought the topic up until this moment, dancing around the subject, both of you too scared to be the first to say the words.

He sat on the cot next to you and reached out with his hand to brush the hair from your face. Needles and pins, sharp as a razor's edge struck his heart upon seeing your face, tear streaks evident from hours of crying. He could feel a sob of his own make his way up his throat, but he swallowed hard and spoke.

“I should’ve been there for you,” he said, his voice somber.

You sat up a bit in the cot and after brushing your nose and eyes with the back of your hand said, “There’s nothing you could’ve done, Arthur,” your voice still hoarse and small.

The two of you were silent for a couple of minutes, both of you lost in your thoughts, reminiscing about the past, of what was and what could’ve been. As images of the fateful night flooded your brain, so real you could practically feel yourself there, you broke into a cry.

Arthur’s hands were on your within seconds, enveloping you in his arms and bringing you to his chest. He ran a soothing hand down your hair and your back, his own tears now freely running down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Arthur,” you cried against his chest, clawing at his shirt, “I’m so sorry. It was all my fault.”

Even with years that have passed, you still blamed yourself for the loss of your child. The night your water broke, Susan was the one helping you deliver the baby and even she with her limited knowledge of childbirth knew that something was not right. From the unusual amount of pain you were feeling to the amount of blood, she knew that she had to get you to a doctor as soon as possible. Arthur, Dutch, John and Hosea were all on a job, so she alone had to get you into the wagon and drive you to the nearest town. She was shaking as she drove the wagon, the sound of your cries and screams making her hold on the rains tighter and spurring the horses harder. None of that mattered in the end, for when you did reach the doctor, it was too late.

Arthur knew that something was wrong as soon as he and the other men came back to camp. His heartbeat was raging and his hands shaking as he searched the camp for you, only to be told by Pearson that he saw you and Susan leave the previous night. Without speaking with anybody else, he mounted his horse and made his way to the town.

He found you and Susan at the doctor, crying. She held you in her hands, running a soothing hand down your back as you cried your eyes out in her chest. Upon Arthur’s arrival, she looked up at him, her eyes just as red, and he could feel a part of him die in that moment.

Neither of you blamed each other, instead blaming yourselves. Arthur never forgave himself for leaving that day. He felt that if he stayed back, stayed with you, he could’ve done something. Perhaps gotten you to the doctor’s faster, or found you a medication. You, on the other hand, felt the fault was completely your own; That it was your fault that this all happened, that your body made this happen. You couldn’t look at yourself the same way, and each day that you lived, blamed yourself.

Arthur placed both of his hands on your shoulders, pulling you from his chest so he could look at you. Your eyes were bloodshot, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, to your chin and on the cot. He lifted one of his hands to brush the tears away. The laughter and cheering from the outside has died down and you could now hear the sound of your sniffles and shaky breathing. As you raised your eyes to look at Arthur, your heart broke in two when you saw that he was crying. Not as much as you, but with the faint light of the lamp in the corner, you could see that his eyes were red and there were streaks of tears running down his cheeks.

“You and me,” he said. “We will get through this. We always do.”

Your lip shook, and when another cry broke from your mouth, you hid your head back into Arthur’s chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. Warmth and safety; that’s what you always felt when you were with Arthur, and right now was no different. As you laid your head against his chest, calmed down by his breathing and the warmth radiating off of him, you let yourself, for a moment, think that maybe yes, you will get through this.

The two of you spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, talking and crying, crying and talking.

Outside, John too let himself think that maybe he and Abigail will get through this. The child kicked all throughout the night, and John was there the entire time, his hand over her stomach, a smile on his lips.

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