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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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can’t stop thinking about dabi who’s so filled with pent up emotions - rage, relief, insanity, glee - after his identity reveal. and you are the conduit.

cw: no plot just brainrot, fem!reader, heavy breeding, minors burns/branding, dumbification, heavy overstimulation, fingering and oral (f!receiving), spanking, praise and degradation, possessiveness, voice kink, bait-and-switch where it seems like dubcon but is actually completely consensual tho??? also Dabi would be an amazing father don’t @ me

tagging: @gatoru @reveluving @dabislittlemouse and @nymphoheretic (who got the first version of this) <3

the second he and you escape from the warzone, the man has one, singular, burning thought and that is to breed you. he’s touya again and he needs show he’s a better partner and father than endeavor could ever dream of being.

which starts by fucking you full of his kids over and over and over again.

alive or not, he’s destroyed his father’s legacy and he’s ecstatic - more desperate and hungry than you’ve ever seen him. he can’t keep his hands and teeth off you, leaving little burn marks everywhere. his white hair is still wet and stuck to his face, his blue eyes are crazed; he’s absolutely animalistic.

“dabi-!” you can barely get the word out before he’s ripping fabric off of you; shirt, panties and all - getting singed in his still steaming hands. one hand sneaks to your chin and squeezes - your eyes are locked to his, the other hand already working two fingers into your hole.

“not my name, princess.”

“t-too fast dabi -”

he pries your jaw open and spits in your mouth - your form so shocked that you tremble and swallow it down without protest.

“now,” he kisses his teeth, “what the fuck do you call me? what’s my name?”

“t-toy-touya”

“good fucking girl.” he chuckles lowly, eyes impressed both at your obedience and the feeling of your gummy walls. “you’re already so tight on my fingers, baby.”

touya growls - god, he fucking adores this. you’re squirming at all the overwhelming feelings - twisting and jerking against the wall until you notice that he hasn’t even closed the door to your apartment.

“t-touya, someone could see-” you hiccup.

“let them, doll. let them see.” he purrs. you choke out a moan, his fingers already finding the most sensitive gooey spot inside you, causing your first climax of the night.

“all of japan knows me now, baby. so who’s gonna stop me? the police? the heroes? your shitty neighbors? who’s gonna stop me from fucking my girl full and getting her pregnant, hm?”

he lets out a dark laugh and if you weren’t so deeply in love with him - so paralyzed by his heated touch - you would find it scary. instead you can only find it arousing as he sinks to his knees in front of your completely nude, shaking form and sucks at your clit, tongue swiftly going past your folds.

sure, it feels good - so good you have to momentarily cover your mouth with a trembling hand to stop from babbling out for more. but it’s evident he doesn’t care about your pleasure right now as much as he does claiming you as his. he continues spanking and biting your thighs in between until you scream his name and try to push him off.

“t-touya too - much.” you whine, hand going away from your mouth to try and pry him away by his messy hair, the tips of which are still dark. his tongue rolls inside you, lips greedily sucking every inch of your slit and bud like a man possessed. you let out a broken noise. “touya, you gotta -”

your sentence met with a sharp slap.

“I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything doll. this is my pussy ain’t it? say it.” he looks up at you expectantly, your translucent juices dripping down his lips and chin.

“‘s your…” you whisper out, legs shaking so badly you think you’d fall if his strong hands weren’t holding you to the wall, digging into the fat of your thighs with a strangle hold.

“louder.” he spanks again.

“it’s your pussy, touya!”

“and that means only i decide when it’s had enough, got it? and i say it hasn’t. and you’re gonna let me, ain’t ya?”

“yes~” your consent comes out like a whisper, a hiss, but is it’s undeniable that you like him like this. a version of dabi touya that you’ve only seen glimpses of but just fall for deeper and deeper and deeper - others might call it insane but to you it’s intoxicating. the insanity, the need to have you - something about it drives you over the edge into another messy, babbling orgasm.

you love him. you love him. you love hi-

“shut your mouth and bite down on something.”

“b-bite down?” you question, swallowing deeply, pulled out of your thoughts. your fuzzy head stirs trying to understand his intentions as he hands you the balled up fabric of your previously discarded but still soaking wet panties.

“yeah. this is gonna hurt.” his smirks, a candle light amount of blue fire surrounding the tip of his index finger. you bite and scream into the cloth, tasting your own remaining juice, as the blue spark traces the letters “M I N E” into your outer thigh.

you’re crying and shaking from feeling such pain after climaxing back to back.

good.

he likes it like that.

he’s at least soft enough to kiss the scorching letters until they cool off with a coo of “good fucking girl” finally taking your partially delirious body to the bed and stroking your hair as he cradles you. you whine for more praise and confirmation.

“did g-good, dabi?”

“touya, remember? ‘nd yeah, baby. doing so good for me, doll. now, i’m gonna lie on the bed and you’re gonna ride that pretty pussy my cock until i say you’re full enough, got that?”

“yes.”

“yes who, little slut?”

“yes, touya.”

“good, pretty girl.”

he strips, which gives you a moment to catch your breath and he chuckles when he looks into your eyes absolutely maddened and obsessed with how you gasp at his size every single time.

“don’t worry, pretty. i’ll go nice and slow. sink into you bit by bit, counting to 10, yeah?” whimpering from overstimulation, you nod - innocent and trusting

he’s a liar.

dabi, touya - it doesn’t matter who he is, he’s a fucking liar.

the count he’d promised got to “two” before he shoved his fat cock all the way inside with a cackle.

“did you really believe i’d wait that long?” he teases, blue eyes taking you apart bit by bit as he slams his cock into you and you squirm, crying out his name

“touya! too deep!”

"i don't remember asking, baby," he replies. he buries himself into you to the base - pressing against your insides, so hard it aches.

“i'm gonna fill you up nice and full, knock you up like the good little bitch you are. you gonna take that f’r me? let me dump loads my cute tight little pussy?”

his shoulders and chest are heaving, he’s pushed your legs back and back and back until you’re in a mating press so he can slip his cock as deep in as it can go and back out wildly.

“gonna help me prove h’m wrong, yeah? gonna make me a daddy aren’t you dollface - i’ll be soft with ya when you do. i’ll be such a good fuckin’ daddy. you know that?”

“y-ye - touya - you’ll be a-amazing!” you really do think he would but even if you didn’t, you can’t think at all beyond saying what he wants to hear

“you’d be a good mommy to them. just like you’re such a good cumdumpster for me.”

your head is swimming, the residual heat of his quirk has you feeling like you’re going melt. how many times has he made you cum by now? you lost count after four and now he’s beating against your g-spot as you plead that it’s all too rough. your mind is so blank with him, him, him - how feral he looked fighting against his father and brother, the deep plea he made on camera to the whole nation and now this desperate, obsessed sex craze.

you’re at his mercy, plain and simple. your mouth is letting out hoarse pleas for him to slow down because all your neighbors can hear, you’re sure of it.

“let them hear. stop thinking about other people when i’m the one fucking this pussy. matter of fact - stop thinking, doll. you're not done until you're so full of my cum, you get pregnant," he growls in a voice unlike anything you'd ever heard him use. but fuck if it doesn't make you clench around him, which only makes him laugh at you.

“if i had known you wanted to be a little breeding slut for me before, i would have been filling you properly every night! fuck what they hear. they’ve heard my voice all day. they get to hear me breed you.”

“touya~”

“oh you like the sound of that don’t you? well then let them hear. scream for me. who’s the only man that fucks this pussy full?”

“touya! ‘s you touya! ‘m your cumslut!” you wail into another climax. touya pauses as you spasm around him, pussy walls sucking the cum from him with a long groan.

his hand is finally gentle against you, thumbing the tears and lips tenderly kissing your face.

“don’t worry. ‘ll be nice and soft with you once the little tyke is in your tummy, doll. all you have to do is stand what i put you through now.” he coos.

“i wouldn’t really hurt you the lady i love - i’m not him. you’ve been so good taking care of me this long while i waited to destroy him. thought i was gonna die today, you know that? now i get to live and be with you and our little ones. y’know i love you, right doll?”

your fifth (or maybe it’s been closer to seventh?) orgasm has made you a mess of tears but touya rarely says ‘i love you’ and something about being free of his disguise makes it seem like he’ll say it more often now. you manage to whisper out;

“i love you too touya… g’ve me your baby.”

he smiles and pounds in, fucking the sloppy loads of white back into you.

“say it again.”

“‘w-want your babies~”

“again!” he growls, hands closing in on your neck as he fucks you so hard the bed creaks and you think it might break - or at least you would if you had the ability to think beyond his orders.

you say it over and over like a mantra as he kisses you and makes sure you hold in his cum, dick creamy with white from fucking in load after load.

“that’s a good mommy. you’re gonna grow so nice with daddy’s kids. my fucking little breeding hole.”

when he’s finally, finally done? you’re an absolute mess and he adores the sight. you’re crying and hiccuping, legs shaking as white fluid pools inside you before he shoves it back in with his fingers.

“stay open for me, cutie. someone’s a happy little cumslut huh?” dabi smirks and he gives you one last spank.

“touya” you sob out and he kisses you softly.

“I’m here doll. that’ll keep you good and stuffed. ‘ll clean you up nice and soft in the morning hm? right now you’re gonna sleep full of my cum and all marked as mine.”

you drift to sleep, no energy left, only able to hear the sound of his phone turning on because he can’t help but snap a few pictures and videos of his “masterpiece.”

#smut #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya #dabi #mha x reader #bnha x reader #x fem!reader #x black!reader #been working on this for a while

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inviouswriting · 1 year

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Tenderness

This work is 18+ use caution when reading, prefer minors to not interact. You clicking on further is a read at your own risk.

Zhongli x fem!reader

You know my writing by now~ I like how this turned out specially towards the end~

Warnings and content below~

Includes - Breeding kink, fingering, oral, face-sitting/riding, aftercare, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, in front of a mirror sex, affectionate stuff, fluff and smut, masturbation on zhongli’s part, oral on reader receiving, a small bit of dacryphia with needed for emotion direction. consent discussed. All that wonderful stuff.

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The morning after the first time you spent your night with Zhongli, you wake up with a pleasant feeling in your chest, and a dull ache in your thighs. The warmth behind you and breathing tells you Zhongli is still there, with his arms wrapped around you. He is as close as he gets to you, keeping you comfortable and well protected. If you could see his face, you would know he’s smiling in his sleep.

You feel that one ache in your stomach and know you need to get up and leave the warmth of the bed and arms. Before you do, you turn over in Zhongli’s arms to see his face. The sight to you is a dishelved former archon, hair loose from its band, arms black and gold. You touch his face, and it is enough for those amber eyes to open and regard you with love in them. You wonder if he had been awake for a while just basking in the morning with you silently.

“Morning, my beloved.” His voice is lower a whisper and raspy from just waking up. You are in awe of how gorgeous he is and your face pinks up at remembering how he was over you the night before. That he had found pleasure in someone like you.

“What are you thinking about, that has you all red in the face?” The lower of his eyes, he knows, and you shrink down to avoid his eyes. One hand slips up to get you to look at him.

“Just... how we were last night.” You admit to him and see the twitch in the corner of his lips up. He recalls the same memory but from his perspective in how you thrashed beneath him or buried your face in the pillows to scream into them as he took you from behind. The soreness in your shoulder from when he bit it in the middle of your passion together.

“I’ll make us something to eat, while you freshen yourself up.” You’re tugged closer to Zhongli, and you squirm in his grasp when he kisses you fully pressing you down into the bed that you feel your face heated up and when Zhongli pulls back from you, you see that gleam in his eyes that was there when you ended up in that bed together.

Zhongli gets up from the bed, placing the blanket back over you to let you hide under the covers from his gaze while he stumbles out unbothered by his own nudity. You are getting a good view of his back, thin lines decorate it from where you scratched his skin, and him with his hands up trying his hair back into its long ponytail. He sets about dressing himself in a loose robe, giving you a smirk at catching you staring at him. You shrink down more till you hear him leave the room.

It is when you are alone is when you sit up in bed and really feel it. You feel the sensation in your legs, the tenderness of your folds from when he was inside of you, the stretch was intense, and you had cried into his shoulder when he first penetrated you. You shyly uncover yourself and get out of the bed to slowly make your way to the washroom to clean yourself up. It’s there you notice the bite on your shoulder while washing your hands and other marks that litter your body. Subtle teeth marks on the insides of your thighs that make you blush, the finger indents on your waist from when he grabbed and rutted into you rougher, along with the tinge of red that still lingers from when he smacked your rear.

The next thing you notice is the bit of cum between your thighs, it makes you freeze at the sight of it. You worry for a second about the idea of what it could lead to with him, you also take pride that you made a former archon lose himself so much that he came from you.

“Does it bother you?” You jump onto the sink hearing Zhongli’s voice behind you, and he’s leaning against the doorframe watching you as you inspect your body, of all the things he had done, he is satisfied with the state he left you in, he laid his claim on and within you clearly. The light unsteady limp is clear, and he knew you would be sore.

“I just didn’t expect you to... inside.” You admit and he closes the distance to hug you from behind. Zhongli nuzzles into the side of your face, and you see him regard you in the mirror, eyes gently glowing under the faint light.

“I can prepare tea to prevent anything if the idea of children is still uncertain. I got carried away in the moment of it all.” You feel ice run down your back, and you actually look to him that he moves his head back to avoid hitting yours with his face.

“N-no! That isn’t what I mean, and I hope I didn’t give the wrong impression. I didn’t expect you inside, but I also... really like it.” He smiles at you confessing this and presses his face against your neck. The robe he is wearing is still loose, and you feel him tug it open then wrap you in it and his arms.

“I’m glad then, that the idea delights you, after all... I would not choose just anyone. We are planning that stage of our lives together.” His hands smooth down to your abdomen resting over leading his fingers down to touch along your skin leading to your folds. Zhongli’s fingers are delicate as he touches the skin starting at your folds gently parting them.

“You are getting a bit cold to be wandering around nude. Will you indulge me, and I will please you again?” He places nibbling kisses along your neck; you feel your shoulders tense up at the idea of being intimate again, but the way he entices you with his nibbling along your neck and how his fingers slip further along.

“Y-you want me again?” It came out as a gasp and your eyes fall onto your own in your reflection, you can see how his own eyes are closed. Zhongli tapers each kiss with gentle pecks, a glimpse of gold towards your own eyes tells you so much with how much they are lit with lust and love.

“I want you again, I want you more than you ever know. To feel you writhe underneath me, to pant and scream my name. To see how you take my seed, see if we are fortunate or... keep having to do this till we are. There were so many times during our beginnings where I desired you like this.” You feel heat against your ear as Zhongli gently takes the edge between his teeth to nip at it.

He turns you in his hold to properly kiss you, you part your lips into it as he guides you backwards till you feel the edge of the counter behind your back. You yelp from the cold against your skin, barely feeling the way Zhongli slips his hands to push your hips closer to his own. You can feel him getting aroused, face flushing more from that than the kiss or the amber eyes boring into your own eyes.

Zhongli tilts your head back to deepen the kiss, letting his emotion out into it and you feel swept up in a whirlwind of intensity. When you part from the kiss you don’t realize you were sitting on the edge of the counter and a very eager former archon kneeling in front of you. He presses kisses along your chest stopping to tease both nipples with squeezes and his mouth sucking on both. Till he is where he wants to be with your legs draped over his shoulders and relying on him for support.

“A-are you sure? I mean... I still have that leaking...” Gold eyes regard you reverently as Zhongli coaxes your legs apart to gain access to your core. Fingers are delicate as they tug open your folds a happy hum emits from him seeing how wet you are just from his kiss and toying with your breasts.

“A good spouse won’t care about that when they aim to please their loved one. Besides... most of it is going to be spilled out in a few.” You look at him perplexed by his words until you feel his fingers slip along your pussy teasing your clit and rubbing through to lubricate his fingers well with your juices. He has you squirming for him with the teasing he does on your clit and pushing closer to him.

“You’re still a little tender here, I’ll be gentle.” He notes the way you squirm when his fingers brush a side of your vulva that took the brunt of his thrusts. He gingerly places a kiss along them as his fingers slowly slip inside. He hears you hiss in response to his fingers but gently pushes them deeper his thumb takes up teasing your clit while his fingers are slowly thrusted in and out.

It is too much for you from the sensation of your folds sore, and you almost ask him to stop if it was not for one spot his fingers brush. It makes your body relax and you are overcome by a sensation rushing through your body like lightning. You snap your attention to Zhongli who eyes you closely seeing that wild expression wash over your face. He repeats the motion that made you do that, and your heels dig into his back to push him closer to you.

“I take you like this spot. Then I wonder how well you’ll take to this.” With his free hand he keeps your folds apart as he presses his tongue to the small nub where his thumb had been rubbing. You feel his fingers prod that one spot that makes you see white fire; your hands go into his hair to tug Zhongli closer forgetting all about the soreness you were feeling. Replaced with the pleasure you need more of.

Zhongli turns his hand so the pads of his fingers inside of you, facing them up to curl better into that spot. He begins to thrust his hand to you while his mouth tends to your clit, licking it and sucking on it till you push close that Zhongli supports you more than the counter you’re on. In a swift motion, the former archon tugs you with him and gets you to straddle his face, it feels awkward for you to be doing this.

You feel wet heat against your pussy again, and Zhongli guiding your hips into a rhythm with his fingers returning inside of you thrusting a lot more freely and his mouth busy with that nub of nerves. You keep the rhythm he wants and miss him slipping the hand at your hip down to stroke himself, to keep rhythm with the fingers inside you.

“Zhongli!” You manage out, your hips moving on their own; the heat coiling in your belly, and his fingers speeding up prodding that one spot again. Your voice rings out in the empty room amongst the soft grunts you hear from him as he grips himself tighter to mirror the sensation of you clamping down on him. You hear his moans and finally see that he’s pleasing himself while doing this with you. It makes your face flush in realization that you have driven him to masturbate to your moans and screams of pleasure. That he finds such pleasure in this to do such an act underneath you.

“Rex Lapis...” You test his name; he freezes in all of his ministrations hearing his former name. You wonder if it was something you should not have used with the way he gets you to move off his face so he can see you. Instead, you see fire in those amber eyes regarding you for using his name.

“My dear, dear love. Why that name?” He asks, his trance broken as he raises his hand from himself to press a thumb to your mouth. You obediently lick the edge of his thumb, and he hooks it to press on your tongue.

“I was wanting to use your name... and you looked so pleased, I thought you would like it.” He genuinely smiles at you and sits up to collect you in his arms getting you to sit in his lap. You feel him extremely hard and twitching just underneath your thigh and carefully grind against him.

“My love, I love you using my name, I want you to use Morax though, it’ll be easier when I’m inside. Ahh... keep doing that...” He situates you so you’re grinding your folds along his cock, and you bite your lip feeling how hard he is between them brushing against your opening coating him in your juices. He had pulled his fingers from you in favor of teasing your clit as you rub against him.

The feeling of him throbbing along with hearing him moan against your ear he is feeling it as much as you are. You take the initiative with raising your hips, looking him in his eyes as you slide your own hand down to guide him into yourself. The look in Zhongli’s eyes as you do this, he is a bit surprised but more warmth as you are giving him the consent he needs to continue. His hands on your waist guide you down comfortably, hearing you whimper a little to adjust again to him.

“My love, shhhh. I know... I know. You will adapt with time and let me know if it is too much.” He hugs you to himself when you are fully seated on him, his hands rubbing your back and shoulder as you feel tender from the stretch. Almost too much but you desire it, need him a lot deeper.

“It feels okay, just really want you inside.” You admit to him; Zhongli tilts your head up to his to place loving kisses on your lips. The feel of his fingers rubbing enough to make you rock against him, making him sink deeper on his cock. You yelp into the kiss for him to swallow your moan in a fuller kiss, sinking his tongue into your mouth. Your hands going to his shoulders from under his arms to scratch as your senses are overwhelmed.

Zhongli guides your hips against his as you keep his kiss moaning into it when he begins to thrust up into you. You grasp the skin at his back to dig your nails into it or tug at the tail that brushes your fingers. You are jolted up when he bucks up and breaks the kiss to bite onto his shoulder muffling your own cries into it as he begins to set a rhythm with you.

You begin to match his pace he is a lot more comfortable with you this round than the previous night. You feel different as he tugs you gently by your hair to look him in his eyes as he has you grind on him. He hears you let out a louder moan when he hits that one spot his fingers prodded earlier. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling yourself to each of his thrusts.

“Hold on my beloved... I’m going to cum at this rate. Not yet... not yet...” He slips a hand down to squeeze himself to keep from doing so. He stills you even gets you to lift off him while he looks at you with a pained expression wanting to respect your unease for him cumming inside you.

Instead of what you thought in him stopping, he gets you up and moves you to the mirror where he pins you against the surface. Your breath fans and fogs against the glass as Zhongli moves behind you; the robe he’s wearing slips down to hang on his elbows adding a regal look to him and pushes back into you. You yelp from the push in, and the angle has you at but keeps you, so you are pushed against your reflection. You are lost to pleasure while Zhongli has a sight all to himself of you bliss out moaning and trying to scratch the mirror as you push back to his thrusts into you. You feel him throb inside because of what he’s witnessing.

Zhongli slips his hands down your back till he finds the marks he had left in your skin from before. You can’t help but lose yourself to complete pleasure, your toes curling on the floor, hands slipping down the glass in front of you, and you lift your head to look at Zhongli through it,

The sight behind you is almost feral from the former archon. Watching you becoming undone, and wild all by his hands did something to him. Seeing you look at him through the reflection added another piece to it all, the needy pleading look in your eyes to go harder, to be as rough as he was the night before.

Zhongli places a hand at the back of your neck and gets you to look at yourself in the mirror as he presses his face into the crook of your neck mouthing kisses into it as he pins you against the surface. Your cheek pressing against your reflection’s and him raising your other leg in his free hand to keep himself unobstructed in thrusting in from tip almost out to pushing in full till you scream in pleasure.

“You are beautiful like this, taking me so well, even being as sore as you are. That look in your eye, you want as much as I do, to keep going till you are certain of the outcome. To know you will leave here carrying.” You suck on his fingers when he puts them into your mouth, you moan out around them when he thrusts hard, and you feel hot from his words against your ear.

“I feel it, are you going to cum? If you’re going to cum, let go already. I want to feel you dripping.” His words do something to you, and Zhongli takes the fingers in your mouth to rub vigorously on the nub to further you along to your orgasm pending. You catch sight of yourself with Zhongli’s eyes meeting yours in the mirror, he is busy darkening the mark on your shoulder in a moment of passion to make you his alone.

“Morax!” You manage out and the thrust into you was a lot harder, you even feel a twitch of him inside at hearing his name called. You do it again, moaning out his name till it is a chant off your lips and a growl in your ear tells you he is enjoying it. The combined pleasure of his fingers and thrusts finally sends you over the edge. Zhongli lifts his gaze to watch your face twist up in pure bliss, mouth open in an O, calling his name and tensed up on him. He groans out in your ear matching your zeal feeling you clench on him and buries himself deep till you can feel him almost reach your womb to fill it with his seed.

You feel your head tilted to meet him in a kiss as he slows till his hips are flush against you, your legs threaten to give out wobbling from the relief washing through you. Zhongli holds you to himself as he lowers you both down to sit on the floor with him again. He simply hugs you in his arms as he gently pulls out of you hearing you hiss from the tender soreness in your thighs again.

Zhongli wraps you with the robe and begins peppering you with love and kisses. You laugh into his affection as he hums happily into your neck and you soak up all the attention, he is giving you. You return the kisses on your lips, and laugh when he nuzzles into your face till, he nibbles on the edge of your ear with a playful growl.

You feel safe in his arms and loved more when he clasps your hands between his, he brings your hands to his lips to kiss over each fingertip and over the back of your hands. You open your hands to let him kiss your palms, and you lean in to kiss his fingers and hands the same. Showering him in the same affection that warms his heart that he looks away because of what swells in his heart.

Without much thought he tugs you down with him to lay on the floor, turning you to face him so you can explore each other's skin. Your hands smooth over his chest marveling at the color difference in his arms and torso. He takes his time in touching you softly treasuring you in this special moment where you are basking together, calming down from the high and gathering your strength to move.

“What do you hope for... if...” You break the silence with a question. Zhongli understands the direction, and his hands slide down to rest over your abdomen touching gently over the skin.

“I’d hope for one that is healthy and happy.” He tugs you into his arms and you feel lulled into comfort just pressed against him. You press your face into his chest while he rests his chin on top of your head. You wouldn’t believe he is the former archon if it weren’t for him telling you, or seeing his arms as he touched you in such tenderness that you trust everything, he tells you.

Zhongli kisses the top of your head as you take one of his hands to study the gold of them. He cups your face when you let him, and you both lay like this till the floor becomes uncomfortable. To shower together where he takes care of you, massaging any soreness in your body, and washing you thoroughly. You return this to him, and he melts into your hands going through his hair. You both relax together and dry off sitting in his lap as he brushes your hair, and he lets you work through his.

“How about a meal with me now? I’m certain you are hungry from all the energy we used.” He looks over his shoulder and you bite your own lip at the amber stare he gives you. You blush and look away this time at the effect he has on you. He knows too well but instead of luring you into another romp, he takes mercy on you.

“You’ll need the energy for later.” You snap your head up to look at him, understanding what he means. He just smiles warmly at you, his eyes betraying that gentleness with a primal and heated stare.

#Zhongli #Zhongli x female reader #zhongli smut #genshin zhongli #Genshin impact zhongli #Invi's writings

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overtaken-stream · 11 months

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With what that last person requested with spicy king hcs, how about his reaction to his darling wanting to pleasure him and make him feel good to pay him back for how he satisfies her? I feel like the size difference and his lack of verbalness during sex would make it interesting not being sure if what she’s doing is working or not

I wanted to write King getting glock glock 3000 but I could not wrap my head around it, King is so hard to characterize but I try to keep him in character which results in him coming off as threatening or awkward as fuck. Also sorry for the long wait.

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Warning: female reader, rough King(mentioned)

King is fond of taking charge in situations that don't require his intruding, like conversations, or taking care of you in the most subtle way possible, it's in tiny details that go unnoticed by you that make it easy for him to indulge in his actions of service. It brings a sense of pride (though most times he will not be able to fully express his motives) and with it comes an emotion he hasn't felt in a long time, happiness. Never would he have thought that caring for somebody was something he'd enjoy, but here he is. And your appreciation of his actions is a bonus, it truly doesn't matter if you don't fancy him, as long as he is in control.

This evolves during intimacy, as much as he loves pleasing you and bringing you over the edge over and over again, letting your whines and moans get to his head, he still has a side that he sees no problem in, while you despise it.

Comfort is something he likes to bring to himself and once in a while, others as well, however, it does not go the opposite way. Once he starts he will do everything to get the said comfort. Even if it means sacrificing your boundaries and ease.

If there was a word that described the sensation he felt seeing your face covered in tears, flushed and sweaty, while you screamed out in pain, from the size and positions which he puts you in, it would be pleasure.

So to have something that is already within his grasp taken away? The chances of that happening are closer to zero, nevertheless, there is a point of weakness he experiences during intimacy and that is at the peak of his climax, the instant his tip spasms and he ejaculates, that is the moment he feels vulnerable and falls victim to his heightened awareness, the sensitivity he can only entrust you with, it blossoms and colors the branches in white.

It's an opening you're willing to take. Even if you're exhausted and sticky with both of your substances, you bring King closer to you, letting him rest before you maneuver his oversized body and coax him into leaning against the cushions, even in the haze of lust, his striking eyes gaze into your soul, making your heart skip a beat. They don't move away from your face, despite the delicious view you're offering him. Your hands touch his oversensitive sex, hard regardless of the fact that he just ejaculated, they move up and down a few times before you sink down and take him in all of his glory, you rest your elbows on his knees as his dick hits that special spot inside you, making you arch your back and start moving sooner than expected.

King is not a vocal man in bed, the closest he has ever gotten to letting you hear his moan is in the form of open-mouthed exhales, gasps of air that he takes while bottoming out or cumming. That stays consistent every time, but at least in the past he closed his eyes and got lost in the pleasure.

You can feel it, even now while he makes you see stars in the dead of night, under a ceiling, you're constantly moving, up and down, yet his eyes stay in one place, starting at every inch of you, it should be impossible, but you would believe he could keep track of your motions in this situation, his piercing gaze could only belong to a predator that's stalking its pray, never letting it out of its sight. And King is much more than a mere predator. He stays still, waiting to pounce yet never committing to the act.

You let him hit every part of you in your guts as you ride him, grasping his skin with your nails, clawing at his abs, while letting out every noise you could think of to distract you from his stare. If you were a lesser woman you might have thought he was trying to intimidate you, might have thought he was angry, but the fact that he hasn't opposed to your actions speaks more than he does.

You bring him over the edge soon after.

It's only after the intimate touches that feelings get involved, now your mind, clear of any lust, thinks of consequences, the awkwardness that was forgotten in the moment, and the lack of any movement from King.

``H-hey King?`` You flinch at your breathless stutter.

You can see his back, now turned away from you, his legs stay rooted on the floor as he sits near the edge of the bed. At your voice, he lifts his head. His confusion underlines the movement, but you cannot help yourself. You have to know.

``Did you... Enjoy it?`` The question rolls off of your tongue with complications, you wished you'd never uttered it in the first place.

A cold sweat rolls down your cheek as King turns to you.

``...I was pleased.`` you exhale a breath you didn't know was held.

``But be sure to cherish the time you were in charge.`` Because you'll never be able to repeat it that easily. He'll make sure of it.

#king the wildfire x reader #one piece #king one piece #king the wildfire #one piece x reader #Yandere!King but it can be read as just King x Reader #yandere!King AU #yandere x you #.my writing.#king the conflagration

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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im so sorry it wouldn't let me answer you abt the tate langdon ask, pre death please and thank u

I Can't Handle Change

note: it's been so long since i wrote anything tate. this should be fun!!

summary: pre-death tate gets comfort from the reader after a fight with his mom 🥺

warnings: sad angsty tate, kissing lol,

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Little things wore Tate down over time.

He once told me that he spent a whole afternoon picking fresh lilacs and daffodils out of his mother's garden, arranging them into the prettiest bouquet for her. He was 11. If you truly let that sink in, it's astounding that an 11-year-old boy was sweet enough to do that for his mom. Her response to the gesture was to shout at him about ruining all the hard work she'd put into the gardening.

She threw the handmade bunch into the trash right in front of him. Held his head straight to make him watch and all. The pretty purple and yellow petals crashed down into the can with a thunk.

Their relationship didn't change. Especially when Larry came into their lives. Constance was an interesting woman. She was in no way fit to mother the children she birthed. Her narcissistic tendencies drew her to do things to the children that made them resent her. It seemed she resented them right back.

Tate and Constance were constantly at war with each other over the whole Larry thing. He didn't know what he wanted, but it for sure wasn't a new dad. Nothing could truly fill the void inside of him. If anything, his mother and Larry were working in tandem to dig even more out of his soul, shoveling heaps of it out of him and discarding it right before his eyes. Just like Constance did with the flowers.

When I came along things changed for Tate. We met in school. I'd spend afternoons at his place. Somewhere along the way we started dating. He possessed this all-encompassing love within him. Since he was a child, its tendrils reached out, longing for someone to latch onto to disseminate the intense feeling. He was a lover, but also the child of someone with no room for real love in her life.

I embraced his need for connection. His intensity. Tate was emotional and strong-willed. The love he gave me was the warm embrace that you crave on winter's coldest nights. It was slippery quicksand, pulling me in with no regard for my control.

She hated me, Constance. She didn't like my presence. My effect on her 'beautiful boy.' It was a game of cat and mouse. She didn't want his love, but she wanted him to keep trying. The thrill of rejecting him intoxicated her. When I came into Tate's life, he stopped trying to connect with her. He finally found someone that would accept him.

On a rainy day in November, Constance and Tate went at it again. She expressed her intent to keep Larry in his life.

'He's your new father and you have to DEAL with it!' she screamed.

Larry watched from the corner as she slapped Tate across his face. The coward didn't even say a word. No mother should be hitting her son. Instead, Larry wore a smirk so devilish he could be a minion of Satan, for all anyone knew.

Tate didn't even say a word. He stormed out of the door and straight in the direction of my house. I lived two miles away. He trudged all that way in the pouring rain. When he arrived at my doorstep, he was soaked right through to the skin, shivering from the cold. He broke down on my front porch. Body-wracking sobs left his lips as he crouched down into a ball. I pulled him up by his armpits and guided him inside.

When we got to my room, I immediately stripped him of all his wet clothes and gave him some of the stuff I had stolen from his room. A sweater, some loose-fitting jeans, and a cardigan. I wrapped him in the layers, shushing him as he cried through the process. He collapsed into a heap on top of my duvet cover, face in his hands. Still shivering, he let out another heart-wrenching sob.

I hurried over to the bed and wrapped him in my embrace. His head rested on my chest and his body rested in between my legs. I sat up against the headboard, running my fingers through his hair, letting him cry it out. After some time, his cries became softer.

'Nothing I do is ever good enough,' Tate sniffed.

'You know that's not true,' I tutted. 'You are good enough.'

'No,' he whined, 'With her. In her eyes.' I knew he meant his mother. I didn't even have to ask.

'What happened, love?' I asked softly.

'It's just that ugly motherfucker again,' he sighed. 'She keeps saying he's my dad. She wants me to call him dad.' I stared off for a second not sure what to say. I kissed the top of his head.

'You shouldn't have to call him that,' I decided. He sobbed loudly again.

'She hit me, Y/N.'

I gasped and grabbed his head, turning it to make him look at me. And there it was, clear as day. A welt forming over his eye. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it earlier.

'I ignore him now. I don't insult him. I stay away. But now she wants me to call him dad,' he cried. 'Nothing I do is ever good enough. She knows I can't handle change.'

'Oh, baby. I am so sorry,' I whispered. Looking into his glassy eyes, I saw a brokenness I had never seen before. She went too far, as she always did. I kissed the tip of his nose. 'I'm sure that feels great, huh?' I half-laughed, sardonically, running my thumb gently over his swollen face.

His hand reached up and wiped my cheek. I didn't even realize I had started crying, too. I loved him so much and hated to see him hurting.

'Please, don't worry about me,' I said softly. 'I just cry when you cry. I'm a big dork.'

'I love you so much, Y/N,' he rasped.

'I love you more,' I replied. He sat up more so his face was level with mine. Leaning in, he kissed me delicately. He always kissed me so tenderly, his soft lips caressing mine so beautifully. Tate truly meant his kisses. They had intentions behind them. It was his way of saying 'thank you,' or 'I love you.' None of his kisses were meaningless.

The tenderness dissolved into a passion. We had this insatiable need to be closer to one another. We stayed like this for what felt like forever. Kissing in our mutual bliss. His ever-present need to give love and be loved in return was being fulfilled.

And with that, the broken parts of him began to heal again.

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Quickie but a goodie! Thank you for this request. I like writing Tate. He's a moody lil boy.

#evan peters #evan peters fic #ahs #evan peters x female reader #evan peters oneshot #evan peters x reader #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon imagine #tate ahs #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon ahs

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qqtxt · 2 years

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[🌸] comfort w/ txt.yeonjun [2/5]

✿ pairing: yeonjun x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / comfort fluff ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 1000 words for each member ✿ in which they’re so used to you being strong, and one day they find you in the bedroom crying [masterlist 🌸] / other members will follow suit!

the world felt cruel today. any other day and you’d persevere–of course you would–but today... today life won. you’ll let life win today. you return home to quietness; living alone granted you that. privacy, security, and... the full allowance to cry to your heart’s content. you only go so far as to make it to your bedroom, stumbling past the door and ending up by the end of your bed. you abandon your bag left by your side, the tears falling faster than you can catch yourself as you cradle yourself on the floor.

everything’s clouded, everything’s hazy...

[🦊] yeonjun there are two ways yeonjun usually makes his presence known to you. he’ll first use the key you’ve given him to enter, and he either: screams how much he needs to see his gorgeous love of his life or gives you a sneak attack because he adores the way you’re surprised to see him. today was the latter.

he twists the doorknob carefully, quietly and pads his way in. closing the door behind him, he puts his things down by your sofa as he peers over to see that–huh, you’re not there... which is strange, because ninety-nine percent of the time, that’s where you are right when you come home.

the telltales of where you are starts to reveal itself to him when he hears sounds from the bedroom. his fight or flight kicks in; half-debating if he should retrieve a knife before he goes investigating but... he resists the urge and calls himself stupid for considering that when i’m gonna kill taehyun for playing that horror movie.

he finds that the sight that welcomes him is far more haunting than a horror movie.

pushing the door open, he almost falls to his knees at what he’s looking at. before he knows it, his body is already moving before his mind can, his first instinct is to get as close to you.

it’s like you know it’s me, baby–it’s me–what’s wrong? are you hurt? are you okay? even with no words being said back to him, yeonjun knows you know he’s here. you don’t spare a glance at him, eyes still shut, but he’s able to ease you up from your position on the floor, sitting on the foot of the bed as he gets you to sit on his lap. he slots your face against his chest as you cry, your hands shakily holding onto his shoulders as he finds his footing on the floor, him holding you with his every being as you cry; find your release, let out the emotions wailing from inside out.

he tries not to cry, but the sounds you’re making gets the best of him. you sound so hurt, so in pain, that he presses the side of his head against yours as you tremble. a couple of tears fall from his eyes, but he keeps it together for the most part.

it’s a while; long or short, yeonjun doesn’t care, doesn’t notice. all he does notice is that slowly, your breathing regulates and he’s able to notice that you quiet down from the cries. he licks his lips and leans back, just enough so he can get a good look at you. his hand reaches up to brush the hair covering your face, some sticking to your face and dried up from the tears but yeonjun still thinks you’re–”hey there, pretty thing.”

you sniff and your voice is a little gruff, but yeonjun would give the world as long as he could hear your voice.

“i probably have snot running down my face and crust in my eyes.” you mutter under your breath, trying to wipe your face but yeonjun’s beating you to it, doing it for you before you can with a smile on his face.

“nah, still the prettiest thing i know.” he scoffs, but then he laughs when he sees it made you chuckle. the hilarity subsides when yeonjun’s holding the side of your face, his thumb brushing the under of your eye even though the tears have long dried and he’s staring at you. you manage to hold eye contact for a couple of seconds before looking away, then looking back, then away, then on him once more to see how intently he’s watching you.

“you... hungry?”

he tuts, shaking his head.

“you sure?”

he hisses this time, and you’re unsure of where you’ve gone wrong.

“how can you still ask about me when clearly you’re not okay?”

your mouth opens to argue, but when yeonjun widens his eyes at you as if he’s challenging you to go on, try and see if i’m right or i’m right, you slowly close your mouth and relent.

“you wanna talk about it?” he muses gently, peering up to you with such concern that this... this alone, was all that made you feel better. you shake your head, eyes staring at a spot on his shoulder.

“what do you wanna do, then?” he asks, patient. and you watch as he waits for your answer as his hands move from stroking your cheek, to fixing your hair, to putting the strands back in place and the cycle all over again to calm you down while you think of what you want. when the answer comes, yeonjun’s prepared to do anything that comes–”could you just hold me?”

yeonjun does this thing with his mouth, lips pursued and cocked to the side in a grin. he’s pleased. he’s happy. not that it’s the right situation to be, but he just feels happy knowing his presence was enough. he decides not to say anything, knowing that’s the last thing you need right now. he nods and makes you lay down on the bed with him, legs still dangling off the edge and he makes you roll into his arms as he holds you close.

he may not know what was bothering you, and he doesn’t know if you’ll tell him in five minutes, or in five days. regardless, as long as he has you with him like this, maybe he doesn’t need to know. all he knows is whenever you’re ready, he’s ready.

but for now, he’ll enjoy having you close as much as you do having him close.

#txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #txt stories #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun fluff #choi yeonjun #txt yeonjun

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 22

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This one is a little long! I got carried away and didn't know how to split it up 🥴 So here is the whole thing lol. I love you all! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: It's a new day full of a lot of emotions for you and Bradley. Will you both crack under pressure or keep your composure?

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: cursing, angst, anger, sadness, threats, slapping/hitting, But still a lot of love 🥺🫶🏼

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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GIF by bradleyrbradshaw

The next morning you woke up to a slight snore rumbling in your ear. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Like you were being crushed. You looked up and half of Bradley’s limp body was on top of yours. “Oh my god, Bradley!” You said in a loud whisper, but nothing. You were trying to shimmy your way out from underneath him but you were stuck. “Bradley!” You kept your hush tone. “Rooster!” “Bradshaw!” You sighed and groaned. You were being crushed under his heavy body. You wouldn’t mind it ever, but right now you felt like you were suffocating. You were going to be stuck like that until he finally woke up. You laid there looking around the room. Then it's like god heard your prayers.

“MOMMA!!!!” Leia came busting through the door, it slamming against the wall.

Bradley sprung up eyes barely open, “Phoenix break left!” He looked around and look at you. “Good morning, y/n…” he said awkwardly.

Leia just stood there, “What?”

Bradley looked at her, one eye still shut closed and the other barely open, “I Uhm. Nothing..” He got off of you and sat back against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the brightness.

You got up slowly and placed your hand on his thigh, “You okay, Bradley?”

Leia came over and sat on his lap, “Yea you okay?”

He nodded and smiled at you both, “I'm okay.” He tackled Leia so she was crushed by his weight as he placed kisses all over her face. “Good morning my princess Leia.”

She was giggling trying to push him off, “It’s Captain Bradshaw to you!”

Bradley got up and then looked at you. “She gets her wings and now she’s my superior?” He snapped his view back to her and picked her up, “All right, Captain!” He stood up and threw her up and down over and over again into the air. She just laughed and screamed.

Mav had made breakfast for everyone and you all sat down. He started to serve everyone their food, “So y/n, are you going to go to the banquet tonight?” He set your plate in front of you.

You looked up at Mav as he gave Leia her plate, “Banquet?”

Mav looked at Bradley as he set down his plate in front of him, “Rooster didn’t tell you? He’s getting an award tonight.”

Bradley looked at Mav with wide eyes, “Oh shit I totally forgot.” Bradley covered his mouth and covered Leia’s ears, “Sorry, crap I forgot.”

Mav sat down at the table and laughed, “I figured you forgot. Tonight at 5 PM. Remember that, Rooster. At 5 PM, there is a banquet.”

Bradley removed his hands from Leia’s ears and reached for your hand, “Will you be my date, sweetheart?”

You shook your head and smiled at him. Bradley frowned. “No?”

You kept shaking your head, “You are an old man. But yes I would love to be your date.”

Bradley narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re lucky I like you, y/n.”

Mav started to pour orange juice for everyone and then he heard honking echoing from inside the hangar. He looked at you and Bradley. “Bradley, are you expecting anyone today?” Bradley took a bite from his eggs and shook his head no.

Mav set the orange juice down and patted Leia on the head before he made his way out of the door into the hangar. You were eating your food as you watched Bradley and Leia eat, but they were also multitasking by playing with some of her toys.

“You’re Here!!!!” A familiar voice screamed in the hanger. You and Bradley looked at each other,

“What the hell?” Bradley wiped the orange juice from his mustache before he got up to go see who was there. He came back with a smile on his face and had a conversation with the mysterious person. Then walked in Mav and then Penny. Leia sprung from her chair.

“Pennnyyy!!!!!”

She ran over to her and hugged her tight. Penny lowered herself to her height and gave her kisses on her cheek. “Oh, sweetheart! I missed you so much!” She wiped the lipstick from Leia’s cheek, “I heard that you spent the night here with papa Pete.” She looked at Penny confused.

“Who is Pete?”

Penny laughed and looked up at Mav who was trying to hold back his laughter.

Mav raised his hand slowly, “My name is Pete, sweetie.”

She looked between all of you. “I thought your name was MAV!” She threw her hands in confusion.

“His call sign is Mav, or Maverick.” You reassured your daughter.

“So then what am I supposed to call him?” Your poor girl was so confused.

Penny pinched her cheek, “Call him what you’re used to, sweetheart.” Leia nodded slowly.

She returned back to her seat and played with her toys, “R2 do we call him? Mav, Maverick, or Pete?” She put the little toy to her ear, “Mav? Got it.” You all laughed at your daughter.

Bradley messed up Leia’s hair as he petted her head.

Mav made a plate for Penny and poured her some orange juice. You all continued to eat.

Leia tapped your shoulder, “I’m finished with my food now.” She sat back in her chair.

“Go put your plate in the sink, baby.” You told her as you continued to eat. You nodded your head in the direction of where the sink was.

Bradley stood up, “Don’t worry about it munchkin. I'll take it. I’m done too.” He winked at her and kissed her on the top of the head before he grabbed hers and his plate to take to the sink to wash.

Penny raised her eyebrows at you in shock, “Are you two dating again? He’s really taking on Leia.” She grabbed her orange juice and started to drink it.

You wiped your mouth. Shit, she doesn’t know. You thought to yourself. Mav looked at you like, ohhhh crap, y/n. As he continued to eat. You cleared your throat, “Oh um-” you were stuck.

“She’s my daughter, Penny!” Bradley yelled over as he cleaned the dishes. Another save by that raspy voice of his. Penny spit out her orange juice and you all looked at Bradley. He looked back with confusion.

“Well, no one was saying it.” He shrugged his shoulders and finished cleaning the plates.

Penny looked at you and then Leia and then Bradley, “OH MY GOSH SHE IS HIS LITERALLY TWIN!” Bradley started to laugh. “HOW DID I NOT SEE THAT? OH MY GOD, Y/N!!!” She slapped Mav on the shoulder, “Did you know this!?” He dug his fork into his hash browns and shook his head while he laughed. Penny hit him again.

“Noooo! No, I didn’t know!” He started to laugh at her as he put his hands up to surrender. “I barely found out yesterday.”

Penny put her food and drinks down and went over to Leia to give her a big kiss on the head. Then she made her way over to Bradley and gave him a big hug, “Congratulations, Rooster.” She patted him on the back and held his head close, cradling him. Then she ran over to you, she gave you a hug, “So when does she get a little brother or sister?” You and Bradley looked at each other with wide eyes and Leia’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh nooo….” You and Bradley said together.

“Momma, I want a brother!” She practically leaped onto the table. First Mav got her to be obsessed to be a pilot and now Penny’s got her thinking about wanting another sibling. These two were trying to sabotage Bradley and you.

“Baby it's not that easy.” Bradley interrupted you, “I mean y/n. It’s very easy.” He winked at you. You scoffed and glared at him. You covered your face with your napkin. You could feel the redness creeping up onto your cheeks. Never mind, they are all working together to sabotage YOU.

Bradley came and stood behind your chair. He rested his hands on your shoulders and leaned down to your ear and whispered, “Imagine, another me, but a boy y/n.” He kissed your temple. You thought about it and it would be so cute. You smiled at the thought of Bradley holding and spending time with a mini him. It brought butterflies to your stomach.

“Just picture it, sweetheart. Three of me… all staring at you.” He kissed your cheek, “All four of us cuddling in bed together, all giving you kisses good night. Piling on you when we sleep.” He pecked your ear continuously. “Holding another little baby, his tiny hands, feet, toes, teeny tiny nose, and more green eyes.” You shut your eyes tight and tried to hide your smile.

Mav pointed at you, “She's smiling!” They all started to laugh and you turned red. You couldn’t deny that that would be the cutest thing ever.

You sat in silence as they all started to bombard you. You just kept laughing and shaking your head.

“Okay, guys it’s enough now.” Bradley interjected. He grabbed your hand and nodded his head to go out to the hangar. He pulled you out and the two of you sat on the couch.

Bradley threw one arm around you, “I’m sorry about that y/n. I don’t want you to feel any pressure when it comes to having kids. It is your body, and on your own time.” He placed his other hand on your knee squeezing it.

You traced circles onto his hand that was on your knee, “It’s okay, but thank you, Bradley. As much as I want to have more kids, I haven’t even gotten Leia into school yet.” You leaned back onto the couch. “I don’t know how it will be. I know it might be easier. I can go to work while she’s at school. Then get off and be able to pick her up.” You sighed. It was clearly causing you some anxiety.

Bradley stopped your hand from tracing his and held it, “Hey, you’re not alone. You have me, Mav, Penny, Bri, and Billy.” He squeezed your knee twice. “You have so much help, beautiful. And you’ll have so much more when she meets her uncles and aunties, who are also pilots. Her new profound interest.” He laughed to reside some of the tension. “It's not just you and Bri anymore.” He kissed your temple and rested his head against yours.

You looked up at Bradley and smiled slightly. “I am also sad because she’s growing up so fast.” You started to cry a little bit. Bradley pulled you into his chest, “It’s going to be all right, Darlin. That’s why we can have more.” You can hear him smile. “Bradley…”

He started to shush you, “I’m kidding, but I also am not kidding. But like I said, it's when you’re ready.”

You placed a sweet kiss on Bradley’s cheek, “I really want to do it right this time.”

Bradley turned his head and looked at you, “Do what right, baby?”

You paused for a second, contemplating if you should say it or not. But you continued as you looked deeply into Bradley’s eyes, “I want to get married before I have more kids. The old-fashioned way. I want my next child to only know mom and dad together. I want them to know their dad from the get-go. I don’t want their dad to miss any milestones they reach.”

Bradley nodded, “You’re really putting me on the back burner now, y/n. Really throwing me under the bus.” He started to laugh.

You hit his shoulder and let out a chuckle, “Bradley, I’m serious.”

He placed his hand on yours and gave you a peck on your temple. “I know you are, beautiful.” He smiled at you and ran his hand through his hair. “Baby steps, beautiful. Baby steps. Let’s tackle getting Leia through her first year of school first.” You nodded in agreeance.

“Saddle up, Lieutenant. You’re about to enter the wildest ride of your life.”

He placed his head against yours, “With you, I think I can make do.”

Bradley stood up and put his hand out for you to grab, “Let's go get ready.” He guided you back into the house where Mav, Penny, and Leia were playing with Leia’s toys.

After you cleaned up, Bradley offered to drive you and Leia home to get changed.

“Hey Mav, I'll text you and Penny when the time gets closer! Let me know where to meet up later!” Bradley yelled before he walked out to the hangar to your Jeep.

He was putting Leia into her booster seat and you came over about to go onto the driver’s side. You opened the door and Bradley looked at you. He buckled Leia and ripped off his aviators, “No no no no, y/n. I’m driving.” You scoffed and walked around to the passenger’s side. He closed Leia’s door and right as you were about to reach for your door handle he swatted your hand away.

“Bradley!”

He grabbed the handle and opened your door for you. He gestured for you to get in. You sat down and he buckled your seat belt for you. He struggled to try to get it to click. He kept missing. He leaned in more and was practically crushing your legs.

“Bradley, I can do that for myself.” You smiled at him.

He leaned in to kiss you, “I’m just making sure I’m doing it right this time.” The seat belt clicked. Your heart fluttered. He closed your door and ran over to the driver’s side.

He started the car and winked at you. He took off out of Mav’s hangar. He grabbed over and held your hand. “This is so much easier to drive than the Bronco. You don’t have to shift you just drive. And a BIG plus.” He held up your hand in his, “I get to hold your hand.” He kissed the back of your hand and chuckled.

You shook your head, “What do you want to listen to?” You took your hand from his and played with your audio.

He reached into his pocket and held his phone out to you, “Ooooo! Sync my phone to your car!”

You took his phone and connected it to Bluetooth. “Damn, y/n. I might actually like your car. I can’t do anything like that in mine. Am I able to talk to it?”

You nodded and gave him back his phone, “Yes you can. Test it out.”

He bounced up and down in his chair, “okay let's see here…” He thought about it for a little bit, “Hey Siri! Play Every Little Honky Tonk Bar by George Strait.”

It started to play over the speakers.Leia started to kick the back of your seat. “I like this song!”

Bradley rolled down all the windows and turned up the music. “Ready, baby?”

Leia squealed and threw her hands up. Leia and Bradley started to sing together.

“Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge.”

You turned back in your seat and watched as Leia danced in her seat. She had her eyes closed and had her hands up above her head. She was swaying her body side to side to the beat of the song. She was singing her little heart out. You laughed and turned to Bradley. He was hitting the steering wheel and bobbing his head to the song. Then he readjusted the rearview mirror and put it on Leia. He looked at her through it and sang with her.

“Friday night, It’s a given. I’ll be L-I-V-N, livin’… Monday mornin’, it’s a given. I’ll be D-R-A-G-N, draggin’.”

Bradley’s aviators started to slide down his nose as he was bobbing his head hard and singing with Leia. You sat back in your seat and laughed. Bradley pushed his glasses back up and grabbed your hand. He held it to his mouth and used it as a microphone. He sang to you.

“Neon lights flashin’ bright till you’re almost hypnotized… Comin’ and goin’ always rollin’ with the flow.”

You threw your head back and laughed. “Come on baby, take us home!” Bradley looked at Leia. She stuck her arms out the window along with her head and sang the chorus again. Bradley stuck his arm out the window and sang it with Leia.

You all finally arrived at your’s and Bri’s house. You tried to open your door and it wouldn’t budge. Bradley got out and ran to your side. He opened your door and helped you down. He kissed you, “Child lock.” He winked at you and you scoffed.

He opened Leia’s door and grabbed her from her booster seat. He carried her with one arm and held your hand. You brought them to the front door and opened it. Bradley let Leia down and she ran into the house. “Auntie Bri! Uncle Billy!”

You made your way around the corner and Bri and Billy were cleaning up the kitchen. Leia jumped into Billy’s arms, “Hey, bun!” He squeezed her tight and gave her a kiss. I missed you, kiddo. Where have you been?” Leia pointed to the tall hovering man behind you.

Bradley came in shyly. His hands held together. He pushed his lips into a line and waved to Bri and Billy as he peaked around the corner. “Hey, how are you?”

Billy squinted at Bradley. “Hey.”

Bri smiled and came over to hug Bradley, “Captain Bradshaw. Lovely to see you again.”

Bradley nodded and raised his brows, “Oh, it’s actually Lieutenant.”

Bri slapped his arm, “I know what I said.” She winked at him.

He leaned against the wall and put his head down, “Right.”

You hugged Billy and Bri, “Hey do you think you guys would be able to watch Leia tonight?”

Billy tickled Leia, “Are you kidding? I always wanna watch my favorite little girl.”

Bri crossed her arms and sucked on her teeth, “Date night?”

Bradley finally looked up, “Oh no I actually have a banquet tonight, Bri.”

Bri nodded, “Nice.”

Billy laughed, “What are you getting? Biggest asshole award?”

Leia slapped Billy, “Ouch, bun!”

Bradley started to laugh, “You could say that.” He was super awkward.

Bri slapped her hand to her forehead, “I am so sorry, Bradley. This is my stupid boyfriend, Billy.”

Bradley nodded at Billy, “Nice to meet you, Billy.”

Billy narrowed his eyes at Bradley, “I wish I could say the same.”

You put your hands out, “OKAY! If you will excuse us. I am just here to pick up a few things and we will head out.” You grabbed Bradley’s hand and ran to your room. You pulled Bradley into your room and closed the door. You leaned up against it and let out a deep breath. You got off it slowly and grabbed Bradley’s hands, “I am so sorry for Billy.”

He shook his head, “Don’t be. I totally understand. He has every right to hate me.” He dropped his head.

You picked his head up, “You don’t deserve to be treated that way, Bradley. I am so sorry.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead, “I’m really okay. Don’t worry, baby.”

You gave him another kiss and went into your bathroom. You started to gather your things so you could get ready at Bradley’s house. “What uniform are you wearing tonight?” Silence. “Bradley?” You looked out and the door was wide open. “Son of a …” You rolled your eyes. You went out and saw Bradley at the counter with Bri.

You walked out. “Everything okay?” They both looked at you.

“I am just apologizing for my asshole of a boyfriend.” She smiled at Bradley.

“Go get your stuff, sweetheart. I’ll be here.” He smiled at you.

You went back to your room to get your stuff. You stuck your head out again and called for Bri. She came to your room. You asked her to help you pick out a dress. She helped you pick one and helped you pick shoes to go with it.

By the time you were finished, you came out and Billy and Bradley were talking. You looked at each other terrified.

“So, you’re a pilot?” Billy had Leia sitting on the counter while he put sunblock on her.

“I am.” Bradley nodded.

“Do you like what you do?” Billy raised his brows.

“Very much. I love what I do. I wouldn’t change anything.”

Billy was sizing up Bradley. He was standing there making himself look big while Bradley say there hunched over slightly and twiddled his thumbs. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Bradley looked up at Billy, “Sure, man.”

“How much do you love y/n and Leia?” Billy lifted his head and looked down at Bradley.

Bradley sighed, “I love these girls more than anything in the world.”

“If you had to choose, what would it be? Them or flying?” Billy became cold.

Bradley gulped, “I always will choose my girls.”

Billy went to the sliding door and opened it for Leia to go out, “So then 7 years? You didn’t choose them then?”

You started to walk forward to put a stop to the conversation, but Bri stopped you and shook her head.

Billy was coming over to Bradley. Bradley stood up and backed into the stool next to him. He looked away from Billy as he got into his face. He held his breath. “I hope you’ve come to your senses, big bird. These girls mean everything to me. You better be straight with your answer. Them? Or flying?”

Bradley, “Them.”

Billy sucked his teeth and wiped his mustache, “It better stay that way, Bradshaw.” He stuck his finger in Bradley's face.

Bradley tilted his head slightly so Billy's finger wouldn't touch his cheek.

Billy went back to the other side of the counter. Bradley looked down and took a deep breath before sitting back down.

Bri came out from the hallway first, “Billy, what the fuck was that?”

“What?” He shrugged his shoulders.

You came over to Bradley and kissed his cheek, “You okay?”

Bradley put his hand on your hip, “Always, sweetheart.” He smiled and gave you a kiss. “Let's go say bye to Leia so we can go get ready.” He stood up and opened the sliding door to get out.

You watched as he played with Leia for a little bit. You turned back to Bri and Billy who were arguing.

“Billy, do you realize that man can crush you with just a finger? What the hell were you doing?”

“I don’t need him to be a dumbass and be bouncing back and forth with what he wants again Bri! Leia and y/n need someone who is STABLE! Not some hopeless chicken.”

Bri pinched the top of her nose, “I get it. But can you try to not be such a dick about it? Jesus Christ. He’s trying!”

Billy shook his head, “Leia needs a dad for the rest of her life, not some temporary one.”

He walked away.

Bri groaned and walked to you. She gave you a big hug, “Can I please go and apologize to Bradley again?” You nodded.

She went outside to talk to Bradley. You looked over as she gave him a long hug and rubbed his back. You made your way to the front room where billy was sitting.

“Hey.” You sat next to him.

Billy looked at you and sighed, “I'm sorry, y/n. I just want to know that he’s formal this time. I can’t pick up the broken pieces from you and Leia.” He shook his head, “I don’t want him to hurt Leia.”

You put your hand on Billy, “Please give him a chance. Leia and I are. Can you?”

Billy wiped a tear from his eye and nodded, “For you girls, I will.” He kissed your cheek and held onto you. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Billy. Thank you.”

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It's been an up-and-down day for you and Bradley. Billy had Bradley shook and in check 😭 Do you think they'll ever be okay? Hopefully, the awkward tension resides and the banquet goes well! Bradley was really holding himself together. I hope it wasn't to the point where he's stuck like that 😭 I'll see you at the banquet, babes! 🫶🏼

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Opportune

My Cruel Kidnapper: Chapter Seven

Yandere! Jungkook

Summary: You see the chance to escape. Freedom is right there. But should you take it?

Trigger warnings: Imprisonment, restraints, threats, violence, kidnapping, swearing, abuse. 18+ readers only.

A/n: If you are new to this story, please go to the cover page for the chapter list and the story disclaimer. 18+ readers only.

Enjoy. 💜💜💜

Previous Chapter

Your mind is at war.

He shouldn't have been able to do that to you. You shouldn't have felt that kind of way- not with him.

Laying in a whimpering, tear-soaked mess, you're in pain, filled with self-pity, and racked by guilt that you can not entirely understand. Feeling as if you are being consumed by a numb void until Jungkook comes out of the bathroom and once again, all your attention goes to him.

"Are you just going to lay in bed crying all day?" He scoffs accusedly. Seeming frustrated, almost repulsed by your crying.

I can't move, you ass! is what you scream at him- but only in your mind. You didn't go through all of that to derail your plans now. You need to do what you can to grit your teeth and bear it. Don't fight him. Be appeasing. Wait until an opportune moment, or until you are saved.

In place of any kind of truthful remark, you stay silent. Sighing in defeat as you sink your head deeper into the pillow. Your gaze fixated on the blank ceiling.

Coming into your eye line Jungkook jumps onto the bed, throwing his leg over your waist. While you restrain yourself enough at first, as his hand reaches up to your cheeks you can not keep yourself from bucking away.

"You know, it's cute how you always flinch." He laughs, roughly grabbing the sides of your face to insist that you comply.

The smug look he has fills your chest with a fit of white, hot anger. Eating you from the inside out. Does he think this is entertaining?! Is he having fun?! What if he were the one being treated like this? If he were the one who couldn't fight back? He would flinch. He would cry too! And then to mock you on top of that? He is irredeemable. You hate him so much.

His lingering touch slowly raises up, caressing along your arms, making too much-unwanted contact as he uncuffs you. When finally he climbs off your lap, you spring upright, quickly adjusting your shirt. Pulling it down as low as you can take it. Trying to ignore the cold, wet, sticky feeling that is pooled between your legs.

Sat there, consumed with a mix of visceral emotions as you rub your bruised wrists, the one you can feel the most is anxiety. You're obsessed with every move he's making, anticipating anything he might do. Every single thing he has done so far has been nightmare-ish. And you can't shake the fear that it is only going to keep getting worse.

Flinching again, you yelp softly in reaction to him throwing something at you. Harmlessly landing on the bed, though, is a pair of boy-cut shorts.

"You want to wear them?" He points to the underwear.

It takes a second for your mind to race through what he said, what the possible negative ramifications might be, and what to say back. You're so traumatised that even a simple gesture has you second-guessing everything. You decide on nothing as a response and waste no time getting off his bed and putting on the additional clothing. They're too big, they sit like bicycle shorts on you. But for the first time in days, you feel somewhat protected.

It feels strangely wonderful. You never would have expected how consequential underwear or pants were until you were in this very specific, very vulnerable situation.

He's standing in front of you dressed in grey sweat pants and a loose white tee. His hair is still wet from his shower, and it's even darker because of it. It's spiked up at strange angles from his hand running through it. He's watching you again with that zoned-out stare that he has. Making you shift uncomfortably. Looking in any other direction to avoid making eye contact.

"I just realized I haven't fed you yet." He gasps. "You must be starving." You can see his thoughts trail off and a smirk creeps it's way onto his face. "Well, I haven't fed you food anyway," he blurts out under his breath, his smirk turning to a full smile, verging on a laugh.

What a pig.

Holding his hand out he turns to the door, but steps further towards you, motioning for you to take his offer. "Com'on, I'll make you something to eat."

Now that he has finally mentioned food you're realizing that you haven't eaten in 2 and a half days. You are starving, but with everything else that has been going on, food has been the last thing on your mind. Even now, you feel more queasy than hungry.

Reluctantly you accept his hand, gnawing the inside of your cheek to try to curtail your disgusted expression. Despite your subtle attempts to wriggle out of his grip, he doesn't let go until he sits you down at the kitchen bench.

Observing him cook, smelling the onions, ham, and mushrooms sizzling in the pan you're nearly salivating. Never would you have thought a simple omelette could look so appetizing.

The moment he sets the plate in front of you, however, something distant catches your eye. On the other side of the kitchen, just out of your reach is an unattended chef's knife. Jungkook has sat down at the far end of the bench to your right. There is nothing between it and you at this moment.

Your mind starts working a hundred miles a minute. With where he is sitting he could never reach you before you were able to get to it.

This is too golden of a chance to pass it up. But you can't simply lunge for it. If you miss or knock it onto the floor he'll surely realize what you're trying, and you'll be without the knife to protect yourself.

Fear of missing such a perfect shot makes your heart start to beat in your ears. You can't screw this up!

Planning your moves you accidentally get food on your hand. You lick it clean, but fake and mime as if there is an excess amount of stickiness left. Standing up without a word, you walk as paced as possible to the other side of the benchtop, hoping he thinks you are just going to the sink. Hoping that your sub-par acting stops Jungkook from being suspicious.

And he isn't. He doesn't bat an eye. He doesn't even seem to be paying any attention.

This is your chance!

Snatching the knife, you hold it at arm's length in Jungkook's direction. Tightly clenching it between your two palms. Standing strong and braced. But he doesn't react. He's hardly moved. Only his elbow is lifted up resting on the bench. Looking at you with lacklustre disbelief, his mouth hanging slightly ajar. His expression looking to ask you wouldn't be that stupid, would you?

Disregarding you, he returns to his breakfast. Completely unphased.

Uncertainty hits you like an oncoming truck.

You're already shaking with terror, but his lack of reaction is causing an emotion in you that is so intense and raw that you have to stifle the urge to be sick.

"Hey!" You shriek, "Don't look away from me! You- unless you want to be stabbed you should- you need to put your hands down. On the table. Put them flat." Mentally you berate yourself for sounding so unfocused and weak. This isn't the tone you wanted to take.

Unbothered, Jungkook looks up again. A small, closed mouth smile telling you how unintimidating he finds you. It's infuriating because it means that he's not taking you seriously. As if he doesn't see the weapon in your hands. As if he thinks you're not capable of hurting him.

Straightening up you take a half-step forward. Small cracks click from your stiff back as you try to appear taller and more confident.

"Now!" You howl, using volume to further assert your authority. Hoping to god that he can't see the shake in your hands.

Restaining a laugh, he raises his hands in a playful surrender, laying them as you instructed, palms flat on the bench. Not taking his eyes off you as he does. Not even blinking.

It's completely disorientating.

Maybe this was a bad idea. You don't know that if it comes down to you versus him that you can beat him. Even with a weapon. You panicked when you saw it just sitting there. Maybe you shouldn't have done this. He doesn't seem worried at all. How are you supposed to beat crazy?

"Now what?" he snickers.

You just- you just have to figure out how to get out of here. You have to follow through. He must have a key to the front door.

"Give me the keys," You demand, keeping the knife firmly in between the two of you as a source of protection. Trying to ignore his wide-eyed, unblinking stare.

"What keys?" He teases, his voice raising.

Oh god! Why isn't this working? Why isn't he doing what you say?

You're starting to wheeze. This is insane. What is he going to do to you if this doesn't work? What happens if you don't get out of here? This was such a bad fucking idea!

"Stop!" Your voice cracks. Your heavy breaths fill your words. "You know what keys I'm talking about. The ones for the front door. Give' em. Now!"

You need to get out of here this instant. You're beyond petrified. You have to rid the doubt from your mind. You have the power. You have the knife. You're fine. I'm going to get out of here. Stay focused. You'll be safe and won't have to think about Jungkook ever again once you're free.

He doesn't respond. Inch by inch you move around the bench until you come the end and only open space is standing between you and Jungkook. You know to stay back. You can't give him any chance to grab you.

"Jungkook. Now!" All strength disappears and all that is left is a plead.

"No." His casual reply makes your head spin. The ground falling out from under you.

"What are you talking about?" You squeal. On the brink of tears. Barely able to hold yourself together let alone keep up a facade of dominance. "Give me the keys. Now! Or I'll stab you!"

You have a knife. You're finally the one in control. He's supposed to say yes not no. He's supposed to be scared.

"Go on then; stab me." He shrugs. His aloof, cold demeanour pushes you past panic and helps you focus your rage and momentarily shore your voice, giving it much needed steadiness and power.

"Listen here, you fucking lunatic. You have put me through hell, and I swear to God if you don't give me the key right now, I am going to-" he talks over you. Loudly and firmly cutting you off.

"No, you listen you stupid bitch. Because I'm going to give you one chance, just one chance to put down your little toy and then get on your knees like a good girl." His smile becomes wide and toothy. He is revelling in this. In his threat. In your fear. "Or you can keep this up and see how all those scary things I said I could do become reality."

You're wringing the handle but for a second you almost lose your grip on the knife. You're trembling. Your knees are weak. It feels as if you could collapse with just a tap. A replaying of every horrid, terrifying thing he has threatened begins to flit through your head. And for a split instant, you have the thought to do what he says. To throw down the knife, drop to your knees, and beg his forgiveness. Beg him not to hurt you. To not kill you.

But you can't. You see the cruelty in his eye. The sparkle of enjoyment. You don't trust that he won't hurt you. And you know that should he keep his word and not retaliate, this psycho doesn't think some of what he has done is harming you. Even in the best-case scenario where he gives you full amnesty, he is still going to force himself on you again. He's still going to tie you down again. To touch you again. And given time he is still going to hit you again. And surely he will end up killing you.

And once this opportunity is gone, he will certainly be even more careful going forward.

No. It's now or never. You have to get out. You just have to!

"Jungkook," Your voice is uncontrollably coming out as a hushed, timid whisper. "Please just give me the keys." you plead again.

His eyes are boring their malicious nature into yours. Reading you. Giving you the chance to rethink your answer and cave to his demands. But you don't accept.

"Fine." He states. His icy calm sends a shiver down your neck. Slowly he slips his hand into his pants pocket keeping his palm open and in view the whole time, showing you exactly what he is doing. He pulls out a bundle of keys that are all looped together, holding them in his forefinger and thumb. Crassly he sets them on the bench and slides them over to you.

This is it!

A ripple of excitement and fear attacks you as you snatch them up. Seizing the keys to your freedom.

In a thoughtless reaction, you stumble back, preparing to bolt to the front door, but catch yourself. You need to make sure Jungkook can't follow you. You have to be smart.

"Stand!" You bark. To your disdain, that goddamned smirk has returned to his face. But thankfully he does as you say. "Move," You point to the far door in the kitchen. The one that leads down the hallway into the dungeon-like room.

He follows your instruction slowly. Too slowly. You're planted firmly and buzzing with impatience but you don't follow after him until he reaches the first door, keeping a sufficient distance between you two. He opens the door and takes a step down the dark hallway, turning over his shoulder to look back at you.

"Go." You demand, deathly strangling the handle.

After what feels like an eternity filled with time that could allow for everything to go wrong, he, at last, opens the door at the end of the hallway giving you a final cold glance.

You're so close to crumbling. You haven't breathed the whole time. This needs to be over.

Belatedly the door closes and you sprint down the hall after him, twisting the lock shut. A heavy clunk sealing him in.

You did it!

He's trapped. You're free!

With all of your pent up energy you turn and bolt down the hallway into the light. Into the kitchen. Skidding the corner, your run past the bench tossing the knife into the sink making your hands free to properly handle the keys.

Through the living room into the entrance hall, you don't stop running and instead come to a halt as you make contact with the door. Slowing just enough to not hurt yourself.

Thumbing through the bundle, you're trying to find the most logical choice for which key could fit the lock. They all are mostly the same. Plain, silver, metal keys. But you choose the first that has a slight defining notch in it and place it to the lock. However, your hand is shaking so much that you are unable to insert it.

Scolding yourself, you chant a mantra to calm down. Breath. Calm. You're about to be free. Just breath.

Steadying your grip you attempt again. You place the key and it fits, but it doesn't turn.

That's okay, there are half-a-dozen here. One of them will work.

You take the next key and try it in both directions. It doesn't work. Then you try the next key and that one doesn't turn either. One by one you go through 5 more and not one of them opens. All of them are useless!

Every minuscule piece of restraint that you gathered together goes up in flames. Hysteria sends your chest into a wild rattling and you nearly collapse to the floor. Your body surges with an ache, every time your heart beats.

They don't work? How could they not work?!

Think calmly. Rationally. Please Y/n keep it together.

It's fine. They have to open something. They have to. There has to be a back door or a window. These keys will open something. And the worst-case scenario, if the keys don't work on any lock, you have Jungkook trapped. He isn't going anywhere. You have time to break a window or find a phone.

Your phone!

You can't believe it's taken you this long to think of it. You had your phone in your backpack and you know your backpack came here with you because you were wearing it when he pulled you into the car.

If you can find your backpack, you can find your phone and you can call the police.

You have no idea where it is, but you have time to look.

From the entrance hall, there are 6 possible directions. The front door, the small bedroom, the downstairs bathroom, the stairs, and the hall to the living room. The 6th door is one you have never seen past.

Opening it, it leads you into the laundry. You nearly scream in elation as you find a heavy wooden door with a small window at head height. It's a door outside!

You turn the knob and predictably find no easy escape. Cycling through the keys again your heart sinks just that little further as none of them work to your advantage. Frustration fills you to the brim and you scream in anger, slamming your fists over and over, beating anything you can make contact with.

Why can't you just get out of here?!

Using that frustration you run in search throughout the remainder of the house, looking for any signs of your phone. Your sights first set on his room. You tear through his belongings. Ripping the room to shreds hoping to find your bag, or more keys, or anything. But after several minutes of scouring, left hot and sweating and panting, you have nothing to show for it but a sea of mess surrounding you. Y/n think. He isn't going to leave it anywhere you could find it. He's not that stupid. You're getting caught up and not thinking straight. Trying to find your phone is not the way to go. You need to focus on getting out of here first. There has to be a window behind that heavy curtain in the living room and a heavy chair should be able to do enough damage to get you free.

Calm down and think logically.

You take a step towards the door and your body crashes into the carpet. Your knees are too unstable to hold you. Your mind is swallowed by fear. You just can't believe that you're not out yet. It's been nearly 10 minutes. You were supposed to be free by now! No stuck wandering your prison!

What if Jungkook breaks the door down? What if he catches you? Oh, God! What would he do to you?

You're driving yourself crazy with these thoughts. Get free Y/n. Find a window and get free.

Burling down the stairs, your legs can hardly keep up with your momentum. In your head, you're picturing the broken open window you are about to create. You just need to throw the heavy black material to the side. Hell, one of these keys may even work on that back door.

You're going to get out.

No sooner than your foot touches the bottom step you see something incomprehensible.

Your body slams to a halt like you've hit a brick wall.

Jungkook.

No! How?! Your head is rampant with so many intrusive thoughts that you can't make a steady idea.

He's leaning against the hall entrance, his thick arms folded. Eyeing you with a haunting malevolence that you thought you'd never have to see again.

"How?" Is all you can manage. Your restraint breaking, a flood of tears letting loose down your cheeks.

Uncrossing his arms in a showy display, he lets you see a small black key in his palm. A boisterous laugh accompanying your wide-eyed despair.

Your vision is blurry, your ears are ringing. Oh God, please, someone save me.

There isn't any other choice but to run. You're so beyond fucked, the only hope you have is to hide and pray his anger subsides.

Quickly scanning around the room, you make the fast decision to retreat up the stairs. His bedroom was unsuccessful last time, but if you can drag the chest of draws in front of the door, that might barricade the room well enough. Or you can try the second upstairs bedroom. You know the window is too high from up there, but maybe you will be able to attract attention from anyone nearby if you scream loud enough. That room has a chair you can use to block the door. You just have to move fast.

Your darting look gives away your intentions. Seeing Jungkook notice your mental plan, you don't waste any time reacting. Stretching your legs as far as they will go, forcing as much power into them as possible, you bolt.

As you move so does Jungkook. But you're closer to the stairs than him. You're certain that you'll make it.

Just when your foot connects with the bottom step a painful large chunk of your loose hair is caught. Instantly yanking you back, pulling you off the stairs onto the floor.

Drawn up through your hair, Jungkook hoists you onto your feet. Gasping in pain, you're unable to vocalize anything more. Hanging limply as he lifts you to the point of extension that your tiptoes just touch the floor.

You want to thrash and kick and fight. But you can't. You've no control over your body anymore. A fear-induced disconnect is separating your limbs from your mind. All you can manage is to limply push against his chest, trying to shove him away.

His dark, horrid chuckle fills your ringing ears and with his free hand he holds up the black key and demonstratively puts it in his pocket. Slowly, he lowers his face to yours, breaking past your barricading hands at his chest. His mouth resting just above your ear.

"You're going to wish you did what I told you."

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You're sitting next to me sobbing. I'm holding you and trying to console you as you pour out your heart. All the things that are happening to you are overwhelming you. You've reached your breaking point. Why did he have to cheat? Why aren't you enough? Why did things have to go to shit with your roommate? Why did you have to move out from the house you liked so much? Why doesn't anyone understand you? I whisper to you softly "I know. I know. It's going to be all right. I've got you." Secretly I've never found you sexier than you are in this moment. Broken and distraught. Your pretty face streaked with tears. You look up at me and your just a scared little girl again. You pick up a small wooden box with a skull design on the lid sitting next to you and hand it to me. "Please just make it all stop." You beg between sobs. I open the box and instantly my face changes. I'm no longer a man trying to comfort his best friend during a difficult painful time I'm now a ravenous predator licking his lips as he eyes his prey. I can see the fear on your face as you struggle to make the next words come out. Your voice is shaky and you're visibly trembling as you speak. "I don't care how bad it hurts or what you do to me I just need it all to end tonight. Please I'm begging you. If you ever loved me or cared about me give me the release I need." I pick up the knife from the box and slowly slit the dress you're wearing and pull it off of you. I don't trust myself to speak. The mix of emotions coursing through me is too much. You can see what I'm going through written on my face. You lie back on the couch arching your back. Your perfect body displayed in the moonlight is more than I can resist and you know it. I straddle you and slowly press the tip of the blade down into your stomach. You gasp as you feel it sink slowly deeper and deeper into you. The pain is worse than you imagined. Involuntarily you start to reach for the knife but one look at the darkness in my eyes changes your mind. You're biting your lip trying not to scream as I pull the blade back out of you. Your eyes lock onto the blade as your blood drips from its tip. Dark crimson blood is welling up from your stomach. You gasp again as I push my throbbing dick deep into your tight wet pussy. Fucking you slow hard and deep as I plunge the knife into you again and again. Slamimg my cock against your cervix with each thrust. Savoring the way your insides clench me involuntarily with each new stab wound. Soon your body is covered in a dozen wounds. We are both bathed in your blood. You still refuse to scream, determined to die on your own terms, but the pain is overwhelming and you can't keep from crying. So far I've been careful to avoid major blood vessels so you won't die quickly. Now staring deep into your eyes I slip the knife between your ribs and puncture your left lung then again to puncture your right. I swear I see the faintest smile cross your face as your breathing gets ragged as you begin to drown in your own blood. You're shivering from loss of blood. There's blood at the corners of your mouth as you struggle to breathe. Your arm reaches frantically for something on the table above your head. I look and see a little purple stuffed bear. I pick him up and hand him to you. You clutch him tightly to your chest. You're mouthing words at me but I can't make them out. Finally you gasp "Please." "Finish." "Me." I move the knife to your throat but I don't cut yet. Instead I place the handle in your hand and wrap my hand around yours then move the blade back to your throat. "Together" I whisper. You smile weakly and your throat is opened. The spray of your blood onto my chest drives me over the edge and I cum deep inside you as you fade away. I can't let you go so I cradle your dead body for a long time. Finally I tear myself away after kissing you goodbye. I reach back into that little wooden box you handed to me at the beginning and pull out a braided lock of your hair. I will keep this piece of you with me. As I walk out the door I'm the one with tears in my eyes.

You expect me to follow that up with words? oooffff 😵‍💫

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And I can go anywhere I want (just not home)-Eddie Munson

“There are the two parts of him, fighting: the one from the past who would just like to have you back by his side, sitting on his bed for hours listening to tapes that you pretend to like to make him happy, and the new Eddie Munson, the one who could break you with one hand alone, the one who could lose control and hurt you. The worst thing? They both want you with the same intensity.”

Summary: Eight months after Vena's defeat and Eddie's return as a vampire, you're trying to get your life back and live normally, but nothing can be normal, not if you no longer have Eddie Munson by your side.

-I suck at summaries but I swear the story is better-

Words Count: 6.5K

Tags/ Warnings: [Eddie Munsonx Ex girfriend!Reader] Kas Theory-Mentions of Alcol, Violence, Death. Also Steve, Robin and Nancy shipping hard and being your protectors.

You look drained out, you must have dragged his half-dead body trying to keep him safe - a foolish attept 'cause he can feel he is already dying - but even in hell you have the most beautiful and angelic face he's ever seen and he loves you. He really loves you, with every single beating of his tired heart. You are his little heaven in the Upside Down. "See Y/N, it really seems this is my year." He murmurs closing his eyes, your screams echoing inside his head.

It takes you six months before finally being able to stop crying everytime you hear a song Eddie liked, dream of him or see a long haired man in the crowd only to realize it's not him. The strange feeling of being ripped in half, of missing something, never goes away though. It has stayed with you since the moment you have seen your boyfriend being killed in the last attempt to a hero, to stop running away from danger. You can't move on. You don't want to, you're too scared of forgetting little things about him. So you keep torturing yourself with memories and it's the only way to survive.

The first feeling that Eddie recognizes when he wakes up is pain. The next is an overwhelming burning, flames consuming his entire body form the inside. For a moment he prefers the numbness of death. Taking rapid breaths he slowly sits down, putting his head on his knees, looking aroud like a scared child. He is still there, in this sick world. He thinks he's doing fine, he's managing. Everything hurts and he can't think clearly but he can do it, whatever it is that needs to be done.Then there's a voice suddenly, a scary male voice, but there's nobody aroud him and he can't understand where it comes from.

"I'm here for you Eddie." Eddie flinches and he understands: this is the voice Chrissy heard on her last moment, Vecna's voice. What a cruel destiny, survive just to be killed by a even worst monster. "Don't ignore me, Eddie." Eddie covers his ears, terrorized. Just finish me without pain. "I want to help you, Eddie, you are alone."

"I don't need your help" He screams. "You are in debt. I've given you a second life now you have to do something for me. It is a payment, for making you what you are."

"And what... What am I?" He stutters out, shaking heands in his hair. "Eddie, you are a soldier now. My best soldier and I want you to do something for me. "

"What do you want?"

"Kill them. Kill them all. Kill Eleven." Eddie screams. Eleven, the girl with superpowers? How could he? How?

As days go by, he still wanders in the deps of upside-down learning things about his new body, which is stronger and paler and colder. He still hears Vecna. "You are alone, I'm all you've got. " His friends have abandoned him. You have left him. The realization hits him hard and he feels the tears gathering again. You have never even returned to take his body home.

"She left you, Eddie."

There he is, looking in your eyes without emotion. Ghostly pale. He literally died in your arms, how could he be alive? And this time you are not allucinating, he is here. You smile, feeling a sudden warmth in your heart, ignoring a bad sensation: something just doesn't feel feel right. A growl rumbles through Eddie's chest as he raises like a wild animal . "He is not himself." Steve says, pain in his voice, holding his side where he’s been hit by Eddie. "No, No. It's him, it really him. Eddie please tell them." Tears trail down your eyes. But you are wrong, terribly wrong.

He is on top of you in an instant, his hands clutching your shoulders with such force that you' re afraid it will shatter them. His eyes aren't the ones you love, there's nothing in that dark void of the person you have lost and it's painful to have his body so close without him really being here. It's painful that Eddie Munson is trying to kill you. He grinds his teeth, ready to sink them into your flesh, sharp and dangerous like an animal's. A lion. A vampire. "Please" You beg, looking for something in him. "It's me Eddie" But he doesn't hear and if there is a sign of lucidity in him you don't see it. He's a predator now, not your boyfriend, and he puts his face close to your neck dangerously. You close your eyes trying to remember the affectionate gestures, the way his hair tickled your body when he kissed you. If you focus you can erase the fear and pretend it still is like that and let fate be fulfilled. Let him kill you. And then suddenly someone yells and Vecna is on fire not far from you, Eleven has thrown his body off and is making sure he is really dying now and as this happens you turn to Eddie. The dark eyes are now his and they look at you scared and full of affection. You want to cry and throw up. "Y/N" He whispers softly before collapsing to the ground.

Eddie has survived but he's not the same anymore. His supernatural strength is not gone and his pale, cold skin is still here along with ferocious outbursts of anger where he loses lucidity. He is convinced that he still feels Vecna in his mind and even if it is not possible, sometimes you too are afraid. When it happens Eddie holds you so hard that he leaves visible bruises on your body, but you never tell him and there is no risk of him seeing you naked : he is so afraid of himself that he has stopped touching you. Until one day he finds out. He walks into the room while you are changing and sees the marks of his hands on your body, hands that would have liked to be delicate but instead have hurt you. That day he cries like never before- for what he was, for what he has lost- and decides that he will find a way to set you free without hurting you.

You don’t deserve to be with a monster like him.

8 MONTHS LATER

"We're half an hour late!" You complain, nervous. "I hate being late and Jasper hates it too." "He could have picked you up." Nancy replies, turning accusingly towards you, while Jonathan smiles at you from the driver's seat. You snort, even though you know she's right. It's just that Jasper makes you anxious. You've only recently started dating and you still don't know how to deal with him. "I'm kidding ..."

"Nance, help me, please." Your friend was a little surprised when you have revealed the reason for that request. "You have to help me. I don't know what to wear." Nancy laughed. "Seriously, I'm tired of waiting for Jasper to tell me something nice. I need him to find me cute, attractive and all... And to tell me. I need to be .... Like you. Beautiful."

Nancy Wheeler hates Jasper Hower, she hates the way he makes you feel, she hates that you think you need a dress to be beautiful. She promises herself to talk to Eddie tonight, because if there is one person in the world who can make you finally end your damn stupid story with stupid Jasper that person is none other than Eddie Munson. Everyone knows it, the only one who doesn't understand it is him.

"She broke up with me, se doesn't love me anymore" It's one of the many conversation Eddie had with Steve about you. "Sure Munson, 'cause you made her do it. You've treated her like shit, but I swear she still loves you, even if i don't know why honestly" Steve shakes is head. It's so stupid to be separated when you both were clearly hurting.

Jonathan waits silently for you and Nancy to finish arguing. He is not too surprised at your agitation. That's who you are, or at least who you are since you've been with Jasper. With Eddie...with him you were different, carefree, brave, happier, funnier even. Somentime he dosen't recognises you anymore. "Jasper will be pissed off" You complain, getting out of the car and walking slowly towards the new large disco just outside Hawkis rented by Tina for the winter party, one of the many she likes to organize and the first in a real nightclub. You claps both hands around the collar of your coat, showing your resolve not to undress. "Don't you dare have second thoughts," Nancy says, undoing the buttons of your coat starting from the bottom." I'm cold. "

"Don't be a fool." Robin reveals herself behind you with a drink in her hands. "Rob but I'm practically wearing a a veil! I will freeze to death!"

"You're at the club," Nance raises her eyebrows. "Maybe you will die of asphyxiation. Certainly not by freezing." Robin continues, accomplice. And so you let them win, knowing that with Robin and Nancy together there is nothing you can do. "You are beautiful-Steve comments, you haven't even noticed him coming-That Jordan is lucky." At those words, your face takes on the same red shade as your dress.

"It's Jasper, Steve. "

"I know, Y/N"

You notice a pair of familiar eyes on you, but you pretend they are not there and put them somewhere in your mind where that look can't hurt you anymore: Eddie Munson doesn't have this power no more. Or rather, you like to believe it.

The atmosphere freezes in an embarrassing way when as soon as you enter the large salon, Jasper arrives and with a possessive gesture puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the group. Then he says: "You should have asked me for an advice about the dress. Dressed like this you look like a whore" He speaks in a low voice, but someone hears him anyway. "Asshole" You can hear Eddie comment. Your embarrassed expression turns to disappointed and full of shame. A knot tightens your throat and suddenly you feel like you can touch the lapidary judgments that crosses the eyes of your boyfriend's friends. Robin is furious. "He called her a slut! I mean ... have you heard it too? I can't believe it, he called her a slut!" Unlike her, Eddie believes in it because from an asshole's throat only bullshit can come out but despite having his mouth open for a while, Eddie says nothing. It's one of those rare times when none of his thoughts feel the irrepressible urge to escape his brain and turn into speech. "Hold me, otherwise I'll kill him," Eddie murmurs and even if he have learned something about keep control on his new body and his still unpredictable mind, they all stare at him with concern. "Calm down lion, you've already had enough problems with the police" Jonathan replies.

"That Jasper is a moron. If he doesn't treat her like a queen tonight, I'll do it, really, I would make her the most appreciated and happy woman on earth. She deserves this and more." Steve comments, like a raging river. Eddie whirls toward him, his big eyes stunned and his mouth still open. Robin just glances at him. "You should shut your mouth" She whispers. "What? "

"Shut your mouth, you idiot. If your new little girl sees you drooling for someone else, she'll leave you straight away," She states "That's a friend's advice, huh! "Oh yes, Freya. His new flame. He have recently started seeing her, partly to numb the pain after your breakup, partly to convince himself that love can exist after you and that he can be normal, sometimes, when he feels like it. An attempt for now unsuccessful to the point that he has forgotten her presence at the party. A party where Eddie didn't even want to come to, letting himself be persuaded by the others. Stupid Munson.

Intending to compliment her, you walk away from Jasper to join Tina. You need to breathe. Nancy joins you, to check on you and see how bad you are about your boyfriend's reaction. "A dress does not make you a whore, you wear it with elegance. You are radiant, don't let him turn you off." You realize that is exactly the reaction you wanted Jasper to have, you need to feel appreciated again. You take a long sip of the reddish cocktail that you hold in your hands. "Is that stuff good?" Steve asks, wrapping your shoulders in a hug, pointing suspiciously at the glass and holding his beloved beer tightly. "You are joking, right?" Robin is alarmed. "At the very least, that red is made with amaranth, you know it's dangerous right? No thank you. - she waves her hand in the air - In fact, I recommend you get rid of it as soon as possible" You drink it all in one gulp.

"I hope you will come to my bedside to give me the last farewell because I like it and now I'm going to get another one!" And that's not true, you don't like it at all, but it seems like a great anesthetic for thoughts and insecurities and tonight you feel you need it particularly. When you approach the counter to get a second glass, Eddie arrives at your side and hesitating does not miss the opportunity to put a hand on your back, in direct contact with your bare skin. It is a light touch, a caress with the fingertips. "Tonight ..." He starts, but he can't continue because you abruptly back off until he can no longer touch you, frightened by the gesture and the flush of heat that went through you. You lower your eyes not to meet his for fear that he might realize the reasons for that reaction. You drink your cocktail, trying to be as natural as possible. Having him close after a long time is a bittersweet feeling, a mixture of euphoria and pain because you know there is nothing left, there's a reason you and Eddie broke up: he doesn't love you anymore, he never told you so, but he made it clear to you in a thousand ways after the Vecna' s death and before you left for college. A departure that never took place anyway, but he didn't seem to care that much anyway, it's like he got rid of a burden. It seems absurd even to think about it after everything you have been through together, after having mourned his death, after having seen him return from upside down so different from himself, no longer a man but a vampire, deeply tied to Vecna. But with the death of 001, the bond have been broken and Eddie have regained something of his humanity, of his normalcy and even if it was hard it seemed possible to be a simple boy even if half vampire.

But this is the reality: maybe it's easy for him to be an ordinary guy, but not by your side and you are learning to accept it in one way or another, to move on.It doesn't mean necessary moving for better things.

He keeps looking at you and it's the most natural thing in the world, why shouldn't he? He has spent three years by your side, the best of his life. Also you are literally the brightest thing in the room, everyone's eyes are on you without you even realizing it. "Tonight," He repeats slowly "you look like someone else."You twist the straw between your slightly shaking fingers and make a soft laugh. "Are you going to call me a slut too?" Yours is a question without irony and with an imperceptible bitterness, which shouldn't have been there. Eddie blinks then his expression softens. This shyness is new, you are not like that. The girl he knows would never have let someone treat her like this and he feels an overwhelming guilt rising in his chest. He doesn't have the presumption to believe that it is all his fault, or rather that he has all this power over you, yet he cannot help but feel that it is him who convinced you that you are worth so little and he hates himself for that.

"Eddie, please talk to me"/ "I've got nothing to tell you."

"Eddie, do you wanna go out? Maybe I can sleep here with you"/ "I sleep better when you are not there"

"Do you wanna listen ti some music?"/ "Oh so you can ruin all my favorite songs?"

"Eddie, I feel like you don't wanna be with me anymore. You don't touch me, you don't kiss me. What is happening baby?"/ "Nothing."/ "Eddie..."/

"I don't know what I feel Y/N, but thats not my biggest problem at the moment"

"Will you tell me why you are with someone like him?" You can't help but lift your face and look at him surprised by the question but also by the tone. You drink again and again, feeling a relentless thirst. Then you search for the best answer you can give, one that doesn't allow Eddie to see the vortex of insecurities and needs you've been falling into lately. The truth is that you too have looked for normality in a person like many others, one who doesn't have too many dramas and slowly you've ended up canceling yourself in an attempt to hold on to that semblance of normality, a parenthesis in which you can pretend to be a simple person, different from the traumatized girl who fought Demogorgons and still dreams of them on the worst nights. No, you don't want him to understand, you don't want his pity nor his help.

"I like the way he takes care of me." The answer is thoughtful, but sincere. Jasper wooed you long and hard at first and for a while he made you feel special and it was cool, Eddie hadn't done that for a long time. Now he stares at you silently thinking it's a stupid answer, because you take care of sick people or dogs or children and you are none of the three: you fought Vecna, you saved this city and yes, certainly someone has to worry about you, but what Jasper does and how he does it, without really knowing who you are and what you've been through, can't be enough. It will never be enough.

"Instead - you say urgently to direct the conversation elsewhere - where is your girl? " He is shocked, somehow he've thought you would've never know about Freya. He sighs. He looks around and sees Jasper, a few meters away, who is staring grimly in your direction.

"I don't like how he looks at you."

"Does he makes you remember when you used to do it?" Then, realizing what you've said and before he can add anything else, you continue. "There's too much alcohol in this stuff and the alcohol makes me talk nonsense. Sorry" You move quickly to a garbage can and throw away the still half full plastic cup. Then you go back to him and give him two pats on the shoulder "Have fun with your girlfriend and remember to stay away from my boyfriend ..." But Freya is kind of a distant memory, even though she's here and she's looking for him. He doesn't care. The words that Eddie still has trapped between his lips remain there: I've never looked at you like that. I have done better. I never stopped looking at you.

When Jasper catches up with you, you are spying towards a secluded corner of the club, where Eddie and his new girlfriend are sitting, her legs casually moves to touch his knees, approaching with discretion. You can't look him in the face but from her annoyed expression it's not going very well and you don't want to, you really don't want to, but you can't help but feel happy about it. You hate yourself a little because she is exactly his type, beautiful, mysterious and she has written all over her face that she can understand Eddie' s tastes more than you ever did, she shares them, she makes a lifestyle of it while you have done nothing but indulge them only because he loved them, because he was happy. It is also remarkable that a stranger wants to get close to him after all, in Howkins people never forget and many are still convinced that he is a monster. If this girl is there with him then she really cares and you should not hope things to go wrong but you can't help it. You study them so closely that you don't notice Jasper's arrival. He hugs you putting arms around your waist and slides his hands on your backside making you wince, you stagger backwards, which forces him to force the grip on your buttocks. You feel uncomfortable but you say nothing.

"I haven't kissed you yet this evening" His voice is hoarse. You tie your arms around his neck and let him take possession of your lips. While you kiss him, you try to erase the guilt and the image of Eddie, one way or another you end up seeing the long haired boy instead of Jasper and you feel like a monster. A terrible person. You can't stop and at this point, you have drunk enough to lift one leg to his side. The balance becomes precarious and he grabs you below the knee to hold you up, but you are abruptly interrupted. It's Eddie, who touching Jasper's shoulder forcing him to stop. "Go easy on her." He smiles as he speaks, but there is something serious and dangerous about the way his eyes sparkle. "She's drunk can't you see ?"

"I'm not." You reply as Munson gives you an annoyed look. But it's true. You're not drunk, at least not enough. You would need to drink more to get through this night. "But you are not completely in you, am I right?" Eddie asks hoping for your support. But you don't want help, you don't need your ex to be the hero. For what reason? You are good with Jasper. "What do you want Munson, for real?" Jasper's tone is menacing, he holds you possessive and continues to look at Eddie defiantly. You just hope he goes away, you don't want them to fight, you don't want to ruin the party. You don't want to have to choose, you find it stupid. A fight between alpha males is totally unnecessary. "I want you to treat her with respect"

"What do you know about respect? You fucking freak. Get out of here before I hurt you."

"Hey" You step in, moving away from Jasper. "There's no need to insult him."

"Oh really? He's a fucking killer, I don't even know why he's here. Did you forget about poor Chrissy and all the others? About Jason? He didn't kill you just because you fucked him well enough" Eddie is stunned, like every time someone comes up with that damn story. His eyes staring into space, lost in the memory of his great trauma. You are about to lose your temper, shaking hands and you try to get closer to Jasper again but someone anticipates you. "What the fuck is going on?" Steve asks, approaching with his arms folded, followed by the others. Jasper ignores him still waiting for you next move. "Leave him alone. He's innocent, more innocent the you. More than me. Don't bring up things you don't know shit about."

"Why are you defending him? Do I have to believe whoever thought you were an accomplice?"

"Believe what you want, really. But don't talk to him like that."

"Maybe he' ll kill you too" Jasper shouts.

"Maybe I'll kill you first" Comments Eddie. He smiles but he is hurt and you know it and you can see the way his expression changes with something inhuman.You know it can't be, but sometimes you get the feeling that something about Vena is trapped inside him and it scares you.

"Jasper, come on let's go away." You don't want to walk away with him, but you want to put as much space between them as possible. Jasper doesn't listen to you. He shoves Eddie. "Monster" Another shove. "Murderer." You get in the middle trying to divide them with all your strength and you fall to the ground. You hear a female voice shouting Steve's name and you see him, in a moment he's on Jasper, yanking him by the shirt and shoving him back in precarious equilibrium. "Keep those shitty hands in place" Steve shouts. Jasper puts his hands on him rejecting him, he tries to hit him, they lock each other's arms and then Steve tries to kick him, but in this moment you manage to get close to them and yanking both by the clothes you try to separate them again: "ENOUGH! That's enough! "

Jasper rolls his eyes. "Tommy, get her off my ass!" He yells at his friend. Tommy pulls you away, grabbing you by the shoulders with more force than necessary."Stop them! "

"Don't get involved," Tommy says.

Eddie turns to you as the world moves fast. He reads your eyes and they are filled with anger and fear and he decides it's not worth it. He could attack Jasper and his friends, he have learned something about courage, about fighting, but he doesn't want to hurt you. Beating up your boyfriend won't fix anything.

"Enough Big boy ." Eddie intimates Steve, approaching to take him away. Steve stares at Jasper full of hate as your boyfriend clenches his fists, in two steps he reaches Eddie and punches him in the face. The air is still and you all know that with his new abilities Eddie could destroy him in a second but he doesn't, he doesn't react and let himself be hit again. This time it is Jonathan who gets in the way while Robin, Nancy swear and unfamiliar faces dive into the brawl they are not planning to participate in. Or rather, it takes two people to drag Steve away and two others to prevent Robin from getting into that chaos.

In the confusion Freya approaches Eddie, alarmed and "Look what they did to you! Why did you have to put yourself in the middle ?!" Eddie turns to you, he is bleeding and he stares into your eyes until as he walks past you, without speaking. You are able to read his mind anyway and you know exactly what he wants to say. "Look what have you become"

When the others left the great salon, you sand still for a while, looking around in disorientation. Jasper. How did this happen? How did you end up with someone like him? When? You hate yourself for this, for allowing yourself to be treated this way. But you've lost Eddie in a thousand ways and while you ran after him as he moved away from you, leaving you to fight with your demons alone, in the meantime Jasper's treated you well, with a cure you didn't think you could receive and you did: you have fallen, lost in a need for security that you thought did not wrinkle you. It's just a facade. The truth is when he caresses you, you can imagine Eddie doing it and it's better than the emptiness you carry inside. You are wrong of course, you regret it. When you leave the club, you see Nancy, Rboin Jonathan and Steve intent on cleaning his face from his blood, you didn't even realize they've hit him and you feel guilty seeing the way - for the umpteenth time - his facehas beeen used as a punching bag, on the other hand your attention is drawn to Eddie standing by Steve's car next to a girl. Freya. In the silence, with the muffled noises of the disco, you can hear what they are saying and even if it seems wrong you can't help it.

"Why did you get in the way of Eddie? " While the question may seem peremptory, it is actually Freya who is calm and genuinely curious. "I saw a friend in trouble ..."

"Munson." She interrupts him. "I know she's not just a friend." He raises his eyebrows in amazement and doesn't reply. "What? The whole city knows, you are not exactly strangers here. Considering that she has been accused of being your accomplice ..."He shakes his head, raises his eyes to the sky as if to hide the tears that sting his eyes"I'm sorry Freya" She crosses her arms across her chest. "If I were you, I would go and take her back , you know?"

"Of all the people you are the last one who should tell me." She laughs."Oh Munson, I like you it's clear. But I recognize love when I see it. Do you know why I approached you? I trusted Y/N, the way she always stood up for you, the way she talked about you made me believe there was something beautiful to discover. But in the end, I can't appropriate of the story of another "

She turns her back on him, proudly. "I'll see you around Eddie."

Eddie thinks that naming you is a cheap, intentional blow. He looks around realizing you haven't strayed far enough to miss this scene. When Eddie approaches, cutting your way to reach the others, you feel faint and he can't look at you in the throes of so many emotions that he can't handle. He has tried for so long to repress what he feels about you, to erase you, that now it falls on him like an avalanche. Because the truth is that he fears the part of him still linked to the world below. He is afraid of hurting you yet he can no longer resist being far away. And he feels that the longer he stays away from you the more he loses himself. You should be angry at him for how he behaved or sorry for the way he was treated by Jasper, but you are none of those things. You are confused, agitated, with a slightly clouded look and aware that the cause of this tension you feel has nothing to do with what has happened. He does not say anything, he doen't touch you, he does not even look you in the eye and yet you feel the extremities of the body frozen and the face on fire. You tell yourself it's the alcohol's fault or more likely you're still anxious about what has happened with Jasper, the same one you ran away from without a word and you don't want see anymore, but reality is that you are wainting for the man who broke your heart, willing to let him break it again just to have one minute with him. Eddie realizes you're upset and acts even before he thinks, moved by the natural instinct to comfort you. He comes back to you and gently grabs you by the shoulder.

" Are you Okay?" He says staring at a distant point, without the courage to appear fragile in front of you. As embarrassed as you are, you try to make eye contact with him but he avoids you."I'm sorry," you barely manage to say, without answering his question.He gives a nod and a smile, still tight, and leaves you for a moment but only to put his hand on your bare back. He needs warmth, he needs you, your humanity. You gasp for that touch. "I'm sorry, Y / N. " You can feel your heart pounding in your chest too hard. "It wasn't your fault ... Jasper is an asshole, it took me too long to notice."

" I..I have to tell you something." His tone changes, Eddie finally sets his gaze on you and his eyes are darker than you've ever seen them. You hesitate "What do you need Eddie? "The question is not answered, he guides you in silence away from the party, to the opposite side of the building, until he leads you to a hidden corner, where there is hardly anyone, under the approving gaze of the others. "You owe me ten dollars Harrington," Robin says, continuing to wipe his bloody face. "Another beating and ten dollars lost, but it's worth it"

"What do you have to tell me?" You ask in a higher-pitched voice than usual, still trying to look him in the eye. He approaches you, slowly, and you put your fists closed on your chest, with the instinct to keep him away, he and all the pain he causes you but that contact gives you a vacuum in the stomach. You seem to feel a small, annoying pang at the level of the heart. "You realize that, don't you?" Says Eddie "W-what?" You tremble."That ...that asshole doesn't deserve you, that nobody deserves you, not even me." You feel your legs give out and you think you're going to fall. Damn alcohol. It's easier to blame it.

"You can't do that. You can... not. What do you really want Eddie?" You ask, trying to hide the trembling of your voice. "I don't want anything, really." He answers. "I really think so and if you were ... - he has to clear your throat to go on - if you were still my girlfriend ... I wouldn't make you feel that way. You mustn't let him do that. " You remain silent, a hand still in midair closed in a fist that you would like to hurl at his chest. You don't hit him, you can't move and you want to scream and cry because he has forced you to leave him months ago. He's ignored you, pushed you aside and abandoned you. He can't tell you certain things, not when it's his fault that you are no loger his girlfriend. It hurts you just to think about it. After everything he's been through, you don't want to be mad at him, yet anger takes hold of you and you can't help but let hot tears roll down your cheeks.

"Sorry" He murmurs, clenching your fist in his hands and pulling it against his chest hard "You can do it if you want. You can do anything you want to me. You.."

"Stop. Stop. Stop it" You snap away. "Stop acting like ... As if ..."

"As if?" He is close again and you feel his breath on your lips. "As if you love me Eddie! As if ... Iìm important."

"But I do. I do love you." His voice is a soft whisper, like he's afraid to speak. You look up, surprised. He continues to keep his face down, he looks at your lips, your bare shoulders and he feels your frightened eyes on him and he can't manage them. His body is shaken by ever stronger thrills, a violent tremor in front of which your anger quickly vanishes. There are the two parts of himself that struggle, the one from the past who would just like to have you back by his side, sitting on his bed for hours listening to tapes that you pretend to like to make him happy, and the new Eddie Munson, the one who could break you with one hand alone, the one who could lose control and hurt you. The worst thing? They both want you with the same intensity.

"Eddie" You call him in a faint voice, your hand on his cheek, the fingertips caress the soft and cold skin. Eddie lets his inhibitions vanish, along with his fears. Or rather, he finds himself unable to control them anymore and lets himself be invested by a movement of affection and devotion that pushes him to place his lips on his forehead, pressing them hard. He hears Jasper's voice repeat those terrible words to you, he sees your gaze spreading day by day, he has the confidence to act immediately, to erase all that pain, to come back to his home: You. He puts his hands on your waist with a gesture that is too impetuous, pushes you against the wall and kisses you on the lips. A hint of a kiss, delicate enough to be in contrast with the way he grabs you and holds you, as if his life depends on it. You are upset. You try to push him away but he tightens around your waist and kisses you a second time, pressing hard on your lips. When he separates, your lips are looking for him again and that leaves him stunned because he doesn't believe he can still deserve anything from you. In an instant the kiss becomes intense, deep, palms open on your soft hips. He wants to touch the rest of his body too, to hold every flap of flesh and you are there, you are alive, you are with him. With his left hand he leaves the waist and goes down to caress the thigh while you slide your fingers in his long hair. Then you run your hands over his chest. You are the first to move away without the courage to open your eyes, terrified of what will be.

Eddie lets out a groan that borders on despair. He feels your clenched on his chest and feels a tension he has never known before. He wonders if you hate him now. If this isn't goodbye. He looks for the right words to say, but he takes too long and you're the one talking, your throat dry and panting. "I do not understand" Eddie indulges in a smile for the first time in months, a sincere smile, and you realize you've missed everything about him, the creases in the corners of his lips, the dimples, the way his eyes shine in the night. "Neither do I." He answers. "The truth is that I am afraid of hurting you I fear who I am now and I would just like to keep you away from the monster I have become. But you know. I am a coward and maybe a selfish man, I can't keep you away."

"Eddie Munson, you are not a monster or a coward or selfish at all. You are a hero, and your scars and all that you have become are the marks of what you have done for us all. For me. I do not....I'll never hate you, I'll never be afraid of you. " You reply as you hug him and he remains still, petrified and almost reluctant to contact, but you do not give up and slowly you feel him melt into your arms "The only thing that scares me is to live another days in a world where you are not by my side." Eddie sinks his face into your hair, gently kissing your head. "I won't let you live one more day in that world then."

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shinobusupremecy · 2 years

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Hello there! What about a Yandere Shinobu with a g/n reader and she constantly makes fun of the reader to make them depend on her and also keeps them locked up in her butterfly estate. And so they have to endure her harsh remarks and constant bullying and making them cry and makes them depend solely on her which gives her some kind of pleasure from being the only one they can rely upon in their moments of sadness? This is just me wondering what this would look like cause I saw a Yandere prompt from somewhere. Also I don’t know if your still on your break but feel free to pause this if your still enjoying your vacation and are not currently available. Also School starting soon for me so that sorta sucks :(

Emotional manipulative yandere Shinobu x gn!reader

TW: Emotional manipulation. Toxic relationship.

A/N: I am on my break yes but I got time on my hands so I can do your request! And sorry to hear that school starts for you soon :(

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What's the matter? Do you not wanna meet your family?" That haunting voice followed by an evil cackle ecohed through the forest, you were out of breath trying not to fall nor slip.

"Please, let me go!" You screamed back

"I had the delight of the night to eat two humans, but one more wouldn't hurt right?" You made the huge mistake of looking back, before you could turn back and look straight ahead you slipped and fell. You face planting onto the dirt.

The demon laughed and lunged, everything felt like it was slowmotion. You covered your face with your arm awaiting the gory sound of teeth sinking down your flesh.

But instead of that sound you heard someone getting stabbed. You looked up at a gorgeous small women stabbing the demon at the side of his neck with her sword.

The girl kicked off the demons body making it hit a tree. She backflipped as she stood in front of you, back turned to you.

"Sorry I took so long, the demon was really fast" Then she turned her head to you, her amethyst eyes staring back at your e/c eyes. "But I guess you were faster since you are alive right now!" She cheered giving you a smile.

You let out a breath before tears pooled out of your eyes.

"T-thank you! Thank you so much! I thought I was gonna die, I don't wanna die. Thank your for saving me!" You sniffled and looked up at Shinobu. Shimmering tear trails on your cheeks.

Something sparked inside Shinobu, she didn’t know what it was but... She needed to see you cry to her like that again.

"Well it is my job to save you from these disgusting demons!" Shinobu said with a bright smile.

"Did you get hurt anywhere?" You shook your head. "Where is your home?"

"I-I have no home to go back to"

Perfect

"I am really sorry to hear that. If you don't have any other place to go then I advice you to go to mine. I have food, water and a room tp spare just for you. That is... If you will come with me" Shinobu said and reached out her hand to you. You were a bit hesitant. Your father always told you to NEVER go with strangers but, what choice do you have?

You took her hand and she helped you raise up.

You couldn't help to cry. This all happened so fast. You went out to buy some new plates for your parents only to see blood on the floor and their ripped clothes. You didn’t have time to take it all in before you heard a cackle and that thing came for you. Teeths and claws so sharp you only hear it in stories to scare kids with.

But then you were saved by a stranger and now you have to live with them.

As you cried you felt the stranger gently pull you in, the kind gesture made you cry even more. Your held back sobs turned into full out cries, you cried on the womans shoulder as she rubbed soothing circles on your back.

Shinobu saw how you cried to her, you were so dependent on her despite not even knowing her name. She wanted more of this.

After a while you looked ahead softly gasping at the huge mansion that was right in front of you. The morning sunlight shining on the mansion beautifully making it look like heaven.

"Oh dear Y/N, what a mess you're making" Shinobu said tauntingly, looking down at your messy form. You were helping Aoi with baking and you carried the bag that had flour in it, but you slipped and the flour was all over you. Your clothes, your hair, everything. As if the universe was punishing your failure, Shinobu just so happened to walk in on it.

You felt so embarrassed, your face and your ear lobes were completely red.

Shinobu looked down at you. Like you were lower than her.

"Are you gonna clean yourself up or do you like to get stared down at?" you quickly got up and nearly ran out of there.

You can't believe you managed to mess up so badly. In front of Shinobu too no less!

As you showered you were starting to wonder 'why is she being so mean?'. You only hoped it was temporary and that she had a bad day.

You were reaching your breaking point. That woman has done nothing more than to insult you, make fun of you and making you feel like you were worthless.

You have clumsily made mistakes here and there like cursing in front of the triplets, spilling when Aoi is cooking and even spilled water on Shinobu. Even for the most minor things she made the biggest deal out of it, sputing off harsh remarks at you.

There have been so many times were you locked yourself into your own room, crying yourself to sleep.

You were now walking silently to your room after being relentlesly made fun of for falling in the koi pond at the backyard.

As you cried a knock was heard. You became angry, can't they understand that you were upset?

"Go away"

"Is that how you answer when someone knocks on your door? That really is quite rude of you Y/N" Your heart dropped to your toes and your blood ran cold.

Without being consented to Shinobu walked right on in.

"How are you feeling Y/N?"

"W-why do you ask?"

"Well I just wanted to check up on you. Making such a huge fool of yourself surely can't be good for your own mental health" It happened again. Shinobu acts like she cares about you just to then shut down your hopes with mock.

You clenched your fist so hard your knuckles turned white.

"W-why are you treating me this way!? For the past weeks you have done nothing but making me feel like I'm worthless! I have done nothing to you and yet..." You were loss for words as you looked down at the floor. The floor getting stained by your tears.

You looked up at Shinobu only to feel your heart drop deeper. Shinobu didn’t smile anymore and just stared at you.

"I have done nothing to make fun of you?" She repeated your sentance. She sarcastically chuckled before she slowly walked towards you.

"I have done nothing but take care of you. I have made sure you get your food, a nice big room and I have treated you after all your injuries. Have you not heard of the saying" you should not bite the hand that feeds you? "

You didn’t notice you were backing away from her until your back hit the wall.

"You do realize that I am the reason you're living so lavishly right now? Without me you would have nowhere to go. You would be living on the streets. I am right, am I not?"

"Y-yes you are but you are also the only one that-"

"You can rely on and trust" She cuts you off.

"W-what?"

"I am the only one that can truly take care of you. I know what you want, what you need, I know the best. You have no one to turn to except for me. I know you're sad and still mourn over your parents, so please talk to me about it. I can fill the hole in your heart that your parents left behind"

Tears began to pool out of your eyes again, your knees felt weak and you fell to the ground. Shinobu sat down and cupped your cheeks, letting her thumbs wipe away your tears. She gave you a kind pitiful smile.

"You're lost without your parents but that's okay because I'm here, to guide you and lead you to the right path. Do you understand?" You nodded slowly.

"Say it with me. I am lost and I need your guideance"

"I am lost and I need your guidance" You slowly repeated.

"You are the only one I can depend on"

"You are..." You looked up at her and she signaled you to continue. "The only one I can depend on" Shinobu's smile widened.

She hugged you and sighed contently.

"I am so happy you understand" You said nothing and slowly hugged her back.

Maybe Shinobu is the one you need right now.

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rosewould · 2 years

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last resort // ljn {mortal sin}

disclaimer; every mortal sin blurb is set in a separate universe where the imminent threat of war is gone and nothing affects the events of the main storyline

part 1 | part 2a mortal sin masterlist

pairing; demon!jeno x afab!reader

words; 2.1k

genre; angst & filthy smut

warnings; manipulation, dumbification (maybe numbification??), choking, spitting, fingering, slut shaming, degradation, dacryphilia, large cock, unprotected sex, tiny amount of blood, slapping, dubcon (for good measure), cheating, betrayal, let me know if I missed anything

preface; I told you guys it wouldn't be a happy ending. I was vague so I didn't spoil the main storyline, but what do you guys think is going on? I of course won't tell you if you're right haha ;)

"What did you do?" Mark gawks at Jeno, walking past him covered in hickies and lipstick stains. They were littered all along the column of his throat, and the low-cut shirt he was wearing hinted that they trailed down even lower. The way he carried himself screamed that something was different. And possibly wrong. Jeno smirked.

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

"What did you do." Renjun scowls at you from Mark's side, arms crossed over his chest. You sigh, worn out from trying to catch up with Jeno and dealing with all this emotional turmoil.

"How are you already blaming me before you know the situation?" You turn back to face the ball of anger before focusing back on chasing Jeno.

"Hey," Mark jogs up to Jeno before grabbing his shoulder. He stops but barely acknowledges the older male. Instead throwing his head back in mild annoyance. "you can't go around acting recklessly like this." Mark leans in, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there were no curious eyes. "Don't you know how that would make us look?"

"Also, NingNing comes back today. Are you really going to let her see you like this?" You glare at Mark for making it about his reputation before trying to appeal to Jeno. The tall demon laughs, Adam's apple bobbing. His laughter ceases abruptly before he cuts his eyes toward you.

"Since when do you care about Yizhuo?" Jeno's eyes shift to that familiar hue of pink.

You freeze, not able to find a response that wasn't a lie or incriminating.

"Are... did you..." The pink glint in Jeno's eyes clearly takes Mark back as well. Dread fills his body as Jeno smiles at him.

"What? Can someone explain what's going on please?" You look between the two men but neither of them look away from the other. Mark whispers something about this not being good before scurrying off, finding it hard to peel his eyes away from Jeno's impish expression.

Once he rounds the corner, Jeno is wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you inside your room. You reluctantly follow him, needing answers. Once he closes the door behind the two of you, he's pinning you against it. Your determination doesn't falter.

"Jeno, what the fuck is happening."

"I did something really bad, ___." He lifts one of his hands from the door and grazes his knuckles against your cheek. The vagueness of his statement makes you frustrated. You want to pull away, but there's a hint of sadness behind his eyes that keeps you attentive.

"Did what? Did I... God, Jeno. I can't help but think I'm responsible for this." Your voice is hushed as a lump forms in your throat. You weren't the closest with NingNing, but your actions still fill you with self-hate. This is a new low, even for you.

"You are." He shrugs, tilting his head a bit as if he didn't just drop a bomb on you. Not even sparing you a lick of consolation. "I'm not an idiot. I know a horrible person when I see one."

You gasp, shoving him away. "You're worse than I am, motherfucker. You love her and you fucked multiple other beings like it was nothing."

"Don't you think I know that? At least I'm not prancing around like my shit doesn't stink." He shoves his finger against your forehead, flicking it against the door. He's back to his previous proximity where you could feel his breath on your forehead. Again, you find yourself not able to offer a rebuttal.

"Aren't you gonna help me fix this? I need your help." He brushes your hair out of your face, the sadness peaking through his expression again. You groan, tilting your head against the door.

"Help how." As soon as the words leave your mouth and a fiendish grin stretches across his face, it clicks. You're talking to the avatar of lust.

"Be my little distraction sweetheart. Come on, I know you have it in you to be heartless one more time for me."

"NingNing is going to be back at any minute! You know the first thing she's gonna do is look for you!"

"There you go again, acting all high and mighty. You've already taken my cock twice. What difference does a third time make?"

You want to remind him yet again that NingNing would be here any moment. But all you could feel was that potent self-hatred. Was this really who you were?

Then you remember your first love.

"If you're gonna insist you're anything less than a homewrecker, please spare me."

"No..." You start, tears filling your eyes. He was right. His thumb rubs your cheek, wiping away any tears that fell.

"I just need you one more time. Then we're done." He presses a kiss to your forehead as his other hand reaches your throat. "That's all I need."

You nod with glassy eyes, mouth falling open when he squeezes your throat. He looks down at you with those lust-soaked eyes. Ready to devour you. With your eyes shut, you can only feel your body getting lifted off the ground and onto NingNing's bed. As if to rub salt into the wound.

He strips you of your clothes gently. Peeling it from your body. Like the calm before the storm. When you were bare for him, he presses his warm palm to the bottom of your stomach. Slowly sliding it down until it cupped your heat. The warmth against your core was comforting. Distracting. Your worries began to melt away as he pressed his palm into your heat firmly.

"That's it. Let go for me. Good girl." His voice is deeper, but quiet. He slips a finger between my folds and uses it to circle around your tight hole. He pushes through and revels in the feeling of your walls hugging his finger.

"Every time is just like the first baby. So tight." He chuckles, and you can almost get the sense he's fucking with you. Finding amusement in the fact that this is fucking you up. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to look at him. "Oh no no,"

You feel that familiar smooth texture looping around your jaw to pull your head back.

"I want to see your face while you betray an angel." with amused eyes, he smiles down at you. Laughing at the sickened look you give him. You sit up from the bed.

"What more do you want from me?! I feel like shit, I'm aware I'm a horrible person! Why do you keep reminding me?!"

"Oh sweetheart..." His tails wrapping around your throat was a familiar feeling by this point. That didn't stop the gasp from escaping when he pulled it tight. "I'm only doing what you deserve. We're in hell after all. It's only fitting."

With a flat tongue, he licks every tear that falls. Holding your face steady in his big hands as he does so. "So lay back and pay for your sins." He shoves your torso back onto the bed and promptly fills you with three fingers. A surprised yelp is pulled from your chest. Your body bounces against the force of his fingers hammering into you. The heel of his palm repeatedly slams against your clit. The harshness of his actions has loud, unrestrained moans leaping from your mouth. You were completely unable to control any reaction to his abuse of your cunt. The wet noises are incredibly lewd as they fill the room, probably seeping into the hallway as well. Your face gets hot, embarrassment threatening to bleed through the pleasure.

The longer Jeno fucks you at a rapid pace, the less you cared. Especially when that coil started to compress in your stomach.

"Look at you. Getting off to this like the vile slut you are." He hisses. He uses his other hand to strike you across the cheek. You gasp, eyes flying open. His hand grabs your jaw and pulls your head closer to his face. The close proximity forces you to stare deeply into his magenta irises. "Go ahead. Cum all over my fingers. Show me just how much of a slut you are."

His fingers slosh inside you, thighs jiggling. You mumble out incoherently before your vision goes white. The coils snaps and your body convulsed. Cunt tightening around his fingers as a wave of arousal floods all over them. "You no good whore... how could you call yourself human? Look at you!" He spat, shaking your limp body. There was no time to recover before his tail was lifting you by your waist. He pushes down his pants before ferociously jerking his angry cock, precum leaking from the tip.

The shame had no effect on you anymore. Perhaps you had just come to accept the fact that you're a piece of shit. And after all, this is hell. He said it himself. It was only fitting.

"Fuck me please." You whimper. He grins.

"You think you deserve it?"

"No."

Your answer shocks him. He falters for a moment before a wide smile stretches across his face. "Right. You finally got it. You don't deserve anything. What are you?"

"I'm your heartless whore."

Slap. Your ears ring slightly as you recover, tonging the cut that it left in the corner of your mouth.

"Louder."

"I'm your heartless whore." The words tore at your throat but they roll off your tongue. He looks almost prideful as he smiles.

"And that's all you'll ever be." He positions you over his cock before his tail is slamming you down. You groan out in pain as his huge size nearly rips you open. The stretch is so delicious despite the pain. He watches with admiration as your tongue glides against your lips.

"I'm ready to pay for my sins." You say with a lazy smirk. That seemed to be exactly what Jeno wanted to hear. His hands on your hips replace his tail before he starts fucking you onto his cock. Kneeling on the bed as he moves you up and down. That mouth-watering feeling of his cock bulging against your stomach sends you into a frenzy. Your depraved groans are music to Jeno's ears. He created his perfect fuckdoll. Moving you along his long length like you were a fleshlight.

The heat of his member felt so good against your plush walls. You tighten around him subconsciously and he grunts. With a tighter grasp on your hips, he quickens his pace. Cock barrelling into your cervix like there was no tomorrow. Tears gush from your eyes. He's fucking you harder and faster than he did before, biting his lip to exert more force into it. The marks the tips of his fingers and nails will leave would probably be there forever. A constant reminder of who's got you drooling with your eyes rolled back. Your hands fly to his shoulders for leverage.

You're brought back to your senses as he crashes his lips to yours. Spit-slicked lips gliding against each other. He pulls back momentarily to spit on your face. You moan happily, licking up whatever landed near your mouth. He could cum from how pleased he was by your new nature.

"What a perfect cock slut. Perfect and just for me." He breathes before crashing his lips back to yours. Your tongues wrestle against each other. Teeth nip at each other's lips. Spit dripping from your chins. You were too far gone.

As his hips start to meet yours, skin slapping intensely against his, you start seeing stars. Lower abdomen going haywire as your high looms over you.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming- I'm-"

The door slowly creaks open, and you don't miss the heartbroken gasp. Your head flops to the side, taking in NingNing's shocked and hurt expression. You've done it. There's no going back now. No denying that you're as good as the trash on the sidewalk. "Don't stop Jeno." You say with a vacant look on your face, not looking away. Thick tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

Your second orgasm rips through you. It feels like your body's being set ablaze. Your thighs quiver as he continues to relentlessly fuck you. Tears streaming down his own face as he fills you up. The sheer amount makes your stomach inflate. He pulls out, watching it all drain from your spent pussy.

"J-Jeno... how could you." Her voice is small and frail as her jaw quivers. The pink drains from his eyes. It looks as if he instantly went back to normal. He drops you onto the bed in favor of running to NingNing. The sob-filled conversation is blurred as you lie there, staring up at the ceiling.

"Huh," you say quietly as you reflect on everything he said. All that about you being his whore. Perfect just for him. Yet you heard it loud and clear, his dagger-like words.

"She means nothing to me! I did something horrible and she helped me fix it. It's done." Jeno pleaded with NingNing.

The last thing you heard was NingNing's sobs before the bedroom door was slammed shut. Leaving you with your deadly thoughts.

if you have any blurbs or scenarios you want me to do from the mortal sin universe, shoot me an ask ;)

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 1 year

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Cupid’s Arrows

Cupid

Love Triangle

Cupid flies into the air, this time stalking a teen boy named Deuce.

"Lalala! Love is in the air today!" Cupid sings, preparing to shoot Deuce with an arrow.

"Yuu, I'm sure Ace didn't mean it. He's always said shit he didn't mean, just like that time with Riddle," Deuce comforts, walking with Yuu back to class. "If it makes you feel better, he's probably getting scolded the shit out of by Riddle right now."

"But he yelled at me..." Yuu whimpers, about to cry again.

"Ace is a teenage idiot, just like everyone else is," Deuce says, hugging Yuu.

"Haha! Bless my beloved's heart!" Cupid exclaims, shooting an arrow at Deuce as he's hugging Yuu.

"Hah~" Deuce moans, making Yuu blush, and everyone around them silently stares at the two teens. "Ahhh~"

Yuu cringes and closes her eyes, and Vil and Epel stare at them. Vil covers Epel's eyes, silently ushering him toward the Hall of Mirrors. Several students from Savanaclaw snicker and the rest of the student body looks at them with confusion and disgust.

"Wait, it's not what it looks li-" Yuu pleads, trying to break out of Deuce's arms.

"HOW DARE YOU MAKE A FOOL OUT OF HEARTSLABYUL?!" Riddle screeches, his face scarlet and hair standing up. "GET OFF OF HER, NOOOOOWWWWW!!!"

Many students try not to laugh at Riddle's wrath, but instead, they end up as red as him, with tears of joy running down their faces. Yuu sinks to the ground with Deuce still holding her, then Riddle grabs Deuce by the heel and pulls him off Yuu.

RIDDLE'S TURNED INTO AN APE!

Yuu looks at the students and tries not to make too much eye contact.

"The strict school president or leader type? I'll add him in just for the control kinks in her sex life," Cupid comments, shooting an arrow at Riddle.

"YOU AND ACE ARE GOING TO BE SO-AAAAHHHH~" Riddle moans, atrociously loud.

Yuu decides to make her leave and runs to PE, where Jack and Sebek are waiting for her.

"Coach Vargas wants to see you," Sebek says, doing his stretches.

"Ah, thank you, Sebek," Yuu says, giving Sebek a thumbs up.

Yuu runs to Coach Vargas and sees the man with cranberry juice in hand.

"Ah, there you are, Yuu. A girl like you needs all the cranberry juice she can get during her menstruation cycle!" Vargas boasts, earning him a glare from Crewel inside his classroom.

"Wait...you're the one who's been tracking my shopping purchases from Sam's?!" Yuu exclaims in shock.

"Oh yes, Crewel wanted me to make sure you are making good financial decisions, so he sent me to keep a pair of eyes on you! Anyway, anyone who can bleed for five days needs all the nutrients and protein she can get!" Vargas boasts, laughing like Gaston.

"Number one, creepy! Number two, my period is already over!” Yuu says, beginning to get agitated.

“Oh, sure it is. That’s why you’re so not emotional right now, right?” Gaston teases, slapping Yuu’s back.

Crewel shakes his head and shouts out the window.

“I TOLD YOU TO LOOK AFTER HER! NOT STALK HER!” Crewel screams, getting his long-range whip. “AND DIDN'T I SAY NOT TO DO THAT WHEN MENTIONING HER PERIOD?!”

"Ahahaha!" Vargas laughs, making Yuu embarrassed. "Either way, I'm here to say you're in good hands."

Yuu shakes her head and walks toward the track, where she meets with Jack.

"Hi, Jack! How are you doing?" Yuu asks, running with Jack.

"I feel great! I bought a new Blue Buffalo bag and mixed it with my egg protein shakes. I feel stronger already!" Jack exclaims, his muscles bulging.

"Blue Buffalo? As in the dog food brand?" I ask, worrying about what he's eating.

"Yep! Wolves need good diets as well!" Jack cheers, speeding up.

"Wait, Jack! That's dog food! Just because you can eat it doesn't mean you should!" Yuu pleads, chasing after him.

"Well, it's working for me, and I feel gr-r-reat!" Jack replies, growling at the last part while spinning me around.

"Jack...come on now."

"Haha! Fine, I'll find alternatives to Blue Buffalo. But it's not because I like you or anything!"

"What was that last part?"

"N-Nothing!"

"A tsundere jock?! He's definitely on the backup boyfriend list!" Cupid squeals, writing his name down on a pink notebook.

The bell rings, and Jack and Yuu go to lunch, where Ace grabs Yuu from behind, dragging her into an empty hallway.

"Sorry, this is the only way I could approach you. I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier today. I-I am an asshole for what I did. You're one of my best friends, and I should totally treat you better! Riddle already collared me for two weeks as punishment. So, you forgive me?” Ace apologizes, trying not to look me in the eyes.

“Yeah, sure!” Yuu cries, hugging Ace. “Let’s be friends again, ok?”

“Ha, yeah…friends,” Ace responds, hugging Yuu back. “Is there a chance we could be…”

“Could be what?”

“Uh…could be eating lunch with our friends right now. I heard they have chicken schnitzel today.”

"Oh, sure. Let's eat with Deuce and the other first years. He'll be glad to know we've made up."

"Yeah..."

Ace sits with the other first years, and Deuce looks at him.

"I see you've made up with Yuu," Deuce notes, halfway glaring at Ace. "Is there anyone else you'd like to give an apology to?"

"Right. Sorry I almost beat you up, Deuce. You're my partner in crime, and I don't know what I would do at this crazy school without you," Ace apologizes, giving Deuce a small and gentle fist bump. "Sorry, bro."

Deuce's eyes light up, and his smile seems like it could brighten a room.

"It's all cool, bro!" Deuce exclaims, jumping over the table to tackle and hug Ace.

The two Heartslabyul students hug each other on the floor, and Yuu watches them with tears.

"What a heartfelt bromance!" Cupid sings, looking into the cafeteria as a dove. "I'll make sure they'll stay bros even after one of them dates Yuu!"

"Awww, you guys are so cute!" Yuu squeals, trying to hide her tears.

Ace and Deuce look at each other and hug attack Yuu.

"This is what two best friends are for!" Ace exclaims, sandwiching Yuu between him and Deuce.

"You guys are the best!" Yuu cries, joining in with their hug.

"I want a hug too..." Jack whispers, looking at Yuu, Ace, and Deuce.

Unbeknownst to them, a certain fae prince was brooding in his room at this very moment. Malleus has tried again and again but hasn't achieved the best friend zone with Yuu yet.

"Lilia, what am I doing wrong?" Malleus groans into his special horn-adapted pillow.

"Malleus, maybe you're trying too hard? Why don't you try being more natural with Yuu?" Lilia advises, sitting down on the bed with Malleus.

"Oh, my Gods! A prince and his young royal advisor who will be by his side! Yuu could totally need this in her life!" Cupid exclaims, getting ready to shoot Malleus. "Feel the love, horny prince!"

Cupid shoots an arrow, but it bounces off Malleus's gargoyle statue. It hits Lilia straight through the chest, making Lilia's face flush.

"You know what, Cupid, that's ok! The royal advisor needs a chance at love too! He's only 16 and serving the prince!" Cupid reassures, getting a clear shot of Malleus.

Cupid shoots Malleus through the heart and the fae prince mewls in pleasure.

"I've got to find out why these arrows keep making people do that," Cupid notes, reminding himself to figure out why the arrows make people moan. "Either way, I'd say a job well done!"

Cupid flies back into his pink clouds and watches the life of Yuu from above.

#twst wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #twst wonderland fanfic #Cupid’s Arrows AU #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #Cupid’s mistake about Lilia’s age will have immense consequences #coach vargas #divus crewel

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STRAYKIDS - MATES [Part - 11]

"Felix is pregnant." Hyunjin whispered, face dull and eyes teary. His insides were shaking in the presence of the Blood Alpha that sat in front of him on the bed. The Luna wanted to run away and never look at his mat again after what he had done to get information out of him. The elder knew he was scared of those eyes and yet he dared to use them upon him for the sake of some information.

"You already told me that...I need to know more." Chan muttered, voice not wavering at all unlike Hyunjin. He just sat there expressionless while staring at his Luna for answers who was sniffling.

"Leave." Hyunjin whimpered, voice weak and body shivering.

"You know that I need to know." Chan replied casually. "I don't care. Just leave." Hyunjin stated,

wiping his dripping tears with the back of his hand.

"Hyunjin..." Chan sighed, closing his eyes to try and not get annoyed again. "What?" Hyunjin snapped, lips quivering to hold back his sobs.

"Just speak. Don't make me angry again." Chan said in a warning tone, the aura around him turned dark.

"What if I do make you angry again? What are you going to do about it?" Hyunjin snapped, not even glancing at Chan. He just didn't want to.

"Hyunjin...don't do this again. I don't want to lose control again." Chan said, eyes glaring at the Luna who didn't seem to back off either.

"Go ahead and lose control. I don't care!" Hyunjin said in a loud tone, chest heaving in anger as tears still dripping down his cheeks. It was just hurting too much...the image-the blood red eyes-that night...it just all came back suddenly, crushing Hyunjin to pieces.

"Hyunjin. Don't make me do something that I would regret later..." Chan tried to threatened but Hyunjin was just too much lost in his emotions and anger to even listen to him. The younger let out a sob, covering his mouth with his hands to stop the loud sounds. He was still a Luna...he can't let anyone hear him cry like that. "Hyunjin...just tell me, okay?" Chan tried again but the younger only continued to cry in his hands.

"Hyunjin...I need to know about whatever is going on..." Chan repeated himself, voice desperate and carrying an annoyed tone.

"Please...leave me alone..." Hyunjin whimpered, sobs erupting from his throat without a stop.

"Hyunjin...I am trying to work with you calmly right now. Just answer me. I just want to know what is going on. That's it. Just tell me." Chan said softly, looking at Hyunjin with softer eyes than before. "I don't w-wana talk t-to you...please..." Hyunjin whimpered weakly.

"Hyunjin!" Chan almost yelled at the Luna.

"Don't make me use my Alpha voice again!" Chan added angrily. "Do it..." Hyunjin whispered, slowly moving his head to finally look at Chan. The other just stared at him with frowned brows, a little confused at why in the world would Hyunjin say that. "You did it just right n-now...What difference will it make? Huh?" Hyunjin muttered, hiccupping in the mid.

"Hyunjin...don't talk like that to me-" "Why? Did I lie? Did you just not do it without caring how much it scares me? Why can't I say it out loud?" Hyunjin almost screamed the last part. A sudden wave of anger taking over him from nowhere.

"We both know that I need to know the truth." Chan stated, his nose flaring in anger too.

"Why can't you wait for the right time? I will tell you soon enough. I already told you more than you need to know!" Hyunjin shouted, eyes red and tired with tears.

"Right time? Stop messing with me! One of my Omegas is emotionally broken and the other one keeps on getting sick every morning. I didn't even know Felix was pregnant. Just tell me what else I don't know! How am I supposed to run a pack when you don't even tell me the truth? What do you take me for? Huh?" Chan said loudly, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

"I said I will tell you at the right time-" "I am asking you to tell me now! Stop pushing me to my edge. You are testing me, Omega." Chan screamed, irises almost turning red.

"Testing you? Really? What else can you do that I have not seen yet? Are you going to show me your red eyes again like you just did? Huh? Is there anything left that you can try on me? I am not scared of you. What are you going to do? Huh?" Hyunjin yelled back with same intensity.

"Hyunjin! Don't make me lose control. This is a warning." Chan threatened in a deep tone but Hyunjin was too far gone to control himself.

"I am not scared of your warning anymore! Have you not done enough already? What are you going to do now? Rape me once again?" Hyunjin screamed, tears falling down his red-hot cheeks. "Why are you making it so difficult for both of us?" Chan retorted. "I said that I have already told you enough!" Hyunjin yelled again and this time sometime inside of Chan snapped.

"Enough! I am asking about these-" Chan paused to grab Hyunjin's wrist harshly, his touch rougher than he intended to. "These bruises on your wrist and that burn on your right feet. Where the fuck did these come from?" Chan yelled, jerking Hyunjin's wrists with such force that a cry ripped out the Omega's throat.

"I am asking you to tell me about these! Why do you have to test my patience all the time?" Chan screamed, voice dripping with aggression and agony. It was as if he had almost lost himself to his wolf who was more than just upset after knowing that his Omega had disobeyed him. He didn't even care when Hyunjin cried out in pain, asking him to stop. He was just too angry.

"Am I supposed to go around like nothing happened when both of my Omegas are in despair? Just fucking tell me Hyunjin!" Chan spat out, his eyes starting to turn red slowly. Meanwhile, Hyunjin tried his best to pull away but the Blood Alpha was too strong compared to him. He let out another sob...it was hurting too much. He could write it with his blood on wall if needed...this Alpha in front of him wasn't Chan. Why is he being this way?

It wasn't until they heard a big explosion sound that Chan stopped his movements. Both of the mates were completely still from the shock for a moment before one of the guards came rushing in-without prior announcement. What the hell was happening?

"The Kingdom is under attack!" The guard yelled, coming into the Royal mates' view. Chan instinctively covered Hyunjin, standing in front of him. He did not miss to notice when Hyunjin did not close his eyes or turn away to hide his eyes like usual.

"Go ahead. I will be right there." Chan ordered, quickly standing up as a King. The Guard bowed before quickly leaving the room. The Alpha let out a sigh, mentally preparing himself for a war. "Hyunjin. I need you to stay with Felix and get all the Omegas to-" Chan started to speak, turning around to look at him but stopped at the very moment he got a glimpse of his Luna.

Hyunjin looked almost dead with the expression on his face, body not moving an inch as he just stared into nothingness with tears on his face. His tears seemed to be never-ending, falling one after the other like rain droplets.

"Hyunjin! You need to go! It is a war-" "Felix got pregnant during my heat. Changbin is the father of the baby. I have not told anyone but you yet...not even Felix and Changbin. After the officials went behind our backs to perform the Mystic Ceremony...I was forced by my sprit to unfold my powers which I kept hidden away for good...for true justice...for Felix. He is in despair-" Hyunjin started to speak, voice dull and sad as if it was a big void inside of him.

"This is not the right time-" "You have shown quite powerfully that you don't care about the right time. You said that you needed to know and...you have shown what limits you are ready to cross for some mere information, your highness." Hyunjin replied, interrupting Chan who didn't know how to react either. "Hyunjin-"

"Felix is in despair...he needs to make peace with what has happened before I tell him the news. I don't want him to be fine just because he is pregnant. I don't want him to depend upon his pregnancy to feel better...feel normal again which is why I didn't tell him. I took all his physical pain upon myself like I do with you all when you go to fight in a war. It was mere morning sickness that I was feeling. The burn on my right leg is actually supposed to be on Felix's feet right now...the bruises on my wrist...all...all of them belong to Felix." Hyunjin completed, standing up on his feet in the end. His right feet immediately gave up, a sharp pain travelling through him but he didn't care, withstanding the pain as if it was nothing.

"Hyunjin..." Chan whispered unknowingly. He did not know what to say. Hyunjin had been sacrificing himself once again and yet he mistreated him. What had he done? "Hyunjin-"

"I have already told you everything. I am of no use to the King now, so don't you dare step near me ever again or my agony will burn my body. Just One more thing." Hyunjin stopped him once again. "Jinnie...I-"

"The Luna of our Kingdom will stay with you...he will take all blades that touch your skin...he has forgiven you. The Luna has to be merciful...he has forgiven you already. However, Hyunjin...Hyunjin is still trying to process what has just happened. I apologize on his behalf if he can't make his peace with the fact that his Alpha was that violent with him. What can he do? Huh...He has never faced such a slap to his face before..." Hyunjin finished, shaking his head in the end before walking out of the room to get Felix. Chan tried to say something...he wanted to say something but the younger was already gone.

"Hyung!" Felix called out, catching Hyunjin's attention in midst of the crowd of the Omegas that were settled under the same roof for the time being. It was nothing new. It happens all the time when there is a war. All the Omegas of the castle stay together whenever there is a war going on for convenience. Some of them look after the injured fighters while the others support each other in such a tough time. It was a way that Hyunjin introduced so that all the Omegas of the Kingdom remain protected and secured during the rough times.

The said Luna looked at his mate, turning his head towards the right to find Felix running towards him with a baby. It was like he could see even with the blindfold now that his powers were unfolded. "Don't run! What is wrong?" Hyunjin asked, whispering gently. Just whispering was enough to get his message across considering the eerie and sad silence that prevailed in the Royal hall. Everybody was waiting for good news with worries all over their faces.

"I found this kid laying there on the ground with no parent or guardian around. Who would leave their kid like that?" Felix frowned, cuddling the small white bundle close to his chest.

"They would if both of them are soldiers. They might have been in a hurry because of the emergency. They left the kid in our care." Hyunjin replied, smiling when he caught a glimpse of the baby's face. His soft features melted Hyunjin's heart. Those little round eyes...rosy chubby cheeks...the little thumping along with a button nose and pouty lips made Hyunjin forget about all his worries including the war.

"Is he a boy or a girl?" Felix asked curiously, knowing that Hyunjin would have already figured everything out with his powers.

"It is a seven months old boy...an alpha boy." Hyunjin answered, fingers moving to get a touch of the baby's soft skin. His index finger travelled along the soft white flesh gently, caressing it with love and care. Nothing else existed for Hyunjin but the baby. He let out a gasp when the small Alpha suddenly held his index finger and moved it towards his mouth while the Luna just let him.

"Hungry...aren't you? He is going to be a strong Alpha." Hyunjin stated, a grin spreading across his face.

"How should we feed him, Hyung?" Felix questioned, eyes staring fondly at his mate who was busy in his own world with the baby.

"Take him to supplies corner. There is milk and some fruits there. Try feeding him a mango." Hyunjin said before leaning down to place a soft kiss on the baby's head.

"Hyung, can I ask something?" Felix said, his face suddenly becoming serious. "Yes."

"Why are you not fighting the war? Your

powers can easily help us win...why are

you here and not fighting the war?" Felix

muttered, frowning in the end.

"It is not what I do, Felix. I can end the war within seconds if I were to fight but I don't have the right to interfere between our soldiers and their duty. I can't let them depend upon the Luna every time there is a war. It is their duty just like how I have my duties to take care of. I am here to take care of these Omegas and handle the castle while the Alphas and Betas are out there fighting. We can't leave our duties to do what is not our role." Hyunjin explained, voice gentle and soft.

Hyunjin sighed as he could feel everyone looking at him, beholding the scenario with their own perspectives and thinking about just how they are going to talk about this incident for the next month. The Luna slowly turned towards his mate before starting to speak.

"Don't question. Quietly leave the Royal Hall with all the kids from the nursey. Take them to Chan's Chamber. Don't let anyone know." He whispered in Felix's ear. The younger was a bit scared from the tone of the Luna but Felix knew better than to let his guard down. He just smiled and turned around to do just what Hyunjin had said. He was a bit sceptical about leaving Hyunjin alone but just decided to trust his mate for once.

"Now...speak of your grievance. Briefly." Hyunjin said calmly, turning to look at the woman again who was filled with anger. The Luna almost laughed at the Lady for her acting. Hyunjin knew just what was going on and how to deal with it.

"You killed my baby and I want justice." The lady said loudly, walking close to Hyunjin as if he was not a Luna but a mere friend of her.

"Do you know how it feels like to lose a baby? You-"

"I will only say it once." Hyunjin interrupted the lady, whispering quietly after leaning a bit towards her ear. "Leave with your four Alphas right now before I burn you all five into ashes. You can't fool me." Hyunjin smirked before leaning away.

"I am being merciful right now. I don't want to hurt anyone of you since its not a war I seek with anyone. So, leave while I give you the chance to. Also, for a fact, I do know how it feels to lose a baby." He added, voice dark and calm. The Lady had shivers running up all over her body as she gulped in nervousness.

"H-How-" She stuttered, receiving a smile from Hyunjin. Everyone was looking at them, wondering how the tables have turned. What did the Luna exactly say to the Lady to scare her so much that her eyes were blown wide?

"The moment you started to scream...I just knew it. Leave Now." Hyunjin stated, almost growling in the end but also making sure to keep his voice low so that no one hears otherwise it might panic everyone and create chaos. With his powers and experience, it did not take Hyunjin long to realize that the Lady was here for Hyunjin's assassination along with four Alphas that were mixed up in the guards somewhere.

"Please escort her out now that her problems seem to be solved." The Luna said loudly for everyone to hear, smiling sweetly in the end.

"It is too late now." The Lady smirked and before Hyunjin could register, two Alphas had already jumped on him from behind, tackling him to the ground defenceless. "Move and we will kill him." One of the enemy Alpha said, pointing a knife at Hyunjin's throat. The guards were quick to turn into wolves but stayed back at their positions since the Luna was in the enemies' hands and they didn't want even a single cut on Hyunjin.

The Luna thought if he should use his powers but immediately denied it when he realized that there are civilians near him and he can even think about risking their lives in case his powers become too strong with his anger.

"You are making a grave mistake." Hyunjin said, letting out a whimper in the end as the Alpha pulled on his hair roughly before making him stand up on his feet.

Hyunjin could feel the cold metal against his skin as he continuously thought about the ways to get out of this situation. He was relieved as he realized that Felix was already safe in Chan's chamber. He can't let no harm come to him at all. He tried to struggle when he felt the rough fibres of rope digging into his wrists behind his back but the two Alphas were stronger than him.

"Move." One of the Alphas said as they started to take Hyunjin out of the hall. The younger immediately made a mental decision of using his powers as soon as they are out of the hall and away from civilians. He knew the Alphas can't kill him in the hall...the guards will kill them as soon as he is not a bait anymore.

Hyunjin let out a deep breath as he silently walked with the enemies with them leading the way. It wasn't until all of them stopped that his fear began to grow again. Why did they stop suddenly? That also...just next to the entrance door. "Why? Is something wrong?" One of the Alpha asked the one who was the first one to stop in his steps, eyes boring into Hyunjin.

"He is pretty." He said, not too loud for everyone to hear.

"He is a Luna and there are his people just behind us. We need to get out!" Another Alpha replied.

"Look at him, though..." The Alpha stated, his hands moving to caress Hyunjin's cheeks who just turned his head away. He whimpered when his hair was yanked to make him face towards the Alpha again.

"We need to go!" Another enemy Alpha said but the first one didn't listen. "Where else would we get a chance to have such a beauty like him?" He said,

smiling like a maniac.

"Let's go!" Another Alpha yelled, pulling Hyunjin away from him but before they could walk further, an angry growl paused everyone and everything. It was loud, dark and deep. It was angry, very...very angry. It was Chan. The message was loud and clear-Let Hyunjin go.

Hyunjin smiled internally...the Luna could feel the Blood Alpha standing at the entrance of the hall- just in front of them to stop anyone from going out. He knew Chan would come if he feels like his mates are in any kind of distress. He is the Blood Alpha after all.

"You are going to let us go right now or you will regret it." Hyunjin unknowingly let out a loud whimper as his hair were pulled on the side harshly before he felt sharp canines grazing on his neck.

"Give us the way!" One of the rivals shouted and the Luna squirmed as one hand travelled up to his chest. The crowd was a bit confused when the Black werewolf took two steps back. Was the Blood Alpha going to let them get away with the Luna?

All the doubts and murmurs were quieted down by a loud growl that came out from the Black Wolf. So powerful...so authoritative...so strong that it almost sounded like a roar from a Lion-Bang Chan- The King. It was enough to send the Alphas holding Hyunjin fly in the back where the Kingdom's guards were ready to take care of them. Just a growl from Chan was all it took that the enemies were down on the ground, asking for mercy.

Within seconds, all the five impostors in the crowd were arrested and taken care of. One of the guards ran to Hyunjin, opening his restraints to let his hands be free. Everybody acted fast to catch them unlike Hyunjin who was just standing at his place, one of his hands on his neck where the Alpha's teeth were grazing. He was a little shaken up by the incident. It had been a long day for him...he wanted to cry...just a little but he can't. People were watching. He has to be on his best game. He has to be strong for them.

Chan silently walked towards his Omega who was standing still from the shock. Hyunjin did not even try to move an inch as he felt the wolf growing closer until he could feel the soft and wet fur on his skin. The Black wolf, as tall as Hyunjin, carefully leaned down to nuzzle against Hyunjin's neck so as to try and comfort his mate.

Hyunjin bit his lower lip to stop himself from letting out a sob. He just can't cry right now. His hands went up to touch the Black fur before he pulled the wolf into a hug, arms not meeting at the back of the big wolf's neck. He could feel the wet blood on his fur and even a bit on his neck and face but he didn't care. He was craving for it right now.

Chan stayed at his place, letting Hyunjin just hug him...comforting his mate in the time of distress. It was as if he could read all of Hyunjin's thoughts. The wolf gently licked Hyunjin's neck at the place where the other Alpha's canines were just minutes ago. Chan continued to lick it again and again till Hyunjin pulled away from him with a smile.

There he was...Bang Chan...Hyunjin's mate, his Alpha. It has always been like this. One look at Chan could break all of Hyunjin's guards. Just one glance and the image of the devil will be replaced by a vulnerable wolf who is desperate to save his mates from misery...a leader who can't let anyone get hurt...a mate who doesn't want to let his mates be worried about anything or carry the burdens alone.

"You need to go. The soldiers need you."

Hyunjin whispered, eyes looking into Chan's red ones. The wolf stepped back as if agreeing with Hyujin. "Please come back." Hyunjin added, his Omega side taking over him. Behind his role as the Luna of the Kingdom, he was nothing more than an omega who was worrying for his Alpha.

'I will...always.'

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