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shotmrmiller · 15 days

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1.8k of what was supposed to be a drabble, oops. same au as this just different situation.

there he is.

the titan the crowd calls Ghost. a creature who seemed to have crawled out of the abyss itself, rage etched into the very marrow of his bones. scars crisscross his arms, chest, and back— souvenirs of battles both won and lost. no one knows much about him. no real name, no past, no future. blank.

a void.

just like his sunken eyes, the only thing anyone can see from behind the midnight black skull balaclava that clings to his face like a second skin. (does he even remember what he looks like underneath?) he stands in front of the club's owner in ragged clothing: a tattered wifebeater that's been stitched, torn, and re-stitched. his pants have strained seams and patched knees. his boots are high cut, made of worn, scuffed leather with laces in the front, pulled tight. functional.

he's terrifying. most here come to fight for glory, for redemption, for escape. not he, though. reverent whispers claim this is all he knows. that he fights like a cornered, wounded beast, with no discipline nor strategy. just primal hunger and unmatched ferocity.

and that's who your idiotic, egotistical boyfriend wants to fight. granted, he's a pretty damn good boxer. not that you'd know much about that, you're simply parroting what you've heard his coach say. but this isn't boxing. no one here wears a padded helmet, with comfortable gloves and silky shorts. the fellow with the mohawk currently fighting isn't even wearing a mouthguard, for fuck's sake.

there are no fucking rules, no referees, no honor, no mercy.

your shoulders rise up to your ears as you tense at a nasty blow the pretty one you've come to learn is named gaz gives mr. mohawk. it splits his lip instantaneously, crimson dribbling down his chin and onto his barrel chest. he should be in pain, but there's only a glint of madness in those bright blue eyes of his. the crazed smile he gives gaz is all blood-stained teeth.

your boyfriend taps you on your shoulder, making you jump. "i'm gonna go talk to mr. price now that he's no longer busy."

what?

"no! you can't be serious!" the metal chair you were seated on screeches as you shoot up and run after him, feet slipping on the mud-slicked floor. "hey! wait!"

he reaches the tall, burly man(broker?) with the antiquated mutton-chop beard before you do. the tailored suit clings to his large frame, molding to his mountainous shoulders and tapered waist. his polished shoes are pristine, unlike the surface he's standing on that's littered with wager slips and sodden with cheap beer.

"don't. be smart, fight smart. you can't possibly— did you see the way the one with the mohawk took a hit to the face without flinching? he's insane! they all are!" you flick your eyes to mr. price. "no offense."

he chuckles low. "none taken, sweetheart. soap's a vigorous man, is all."

soap. gaz. ghost. they've all got bloody fighting nicknames. meanwhile, the only thing your boyfriend's ever been called is dearie by his elderly neighbor.

"your pretty girl's right. i'd steer clear of the pit. this ain't no place for a sheltered bloke such as yourself." his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, yet it felt like a facade. the evenness of his tone had dread crawling up your spine.

"boss." you squeak at the deep voice that comes from beside you— accent thick on his tongue.

mr. price waves a hand dismissively, the rings that adorn his fingers glinting under the dim light of the overhead lamps. "it's nothin' but a couple a'folk placin' their bets."

the look of unfettered stupidity flashes on your boyfriend's face as he turns his head and realizes just who mr. price was talking to. "if it isn't the masked specter himself."

stupid. stupid stupid stupid. god, your boyfriend came in one piece but he's going to leave in bloody pieces if you don't stop him. "stop," you hiss. "this ridiculous stint of yours is over." as is this sorry excuse of a relationship. he'd been a sweet guy at some point, or maybe you were just blinded by his good looks. "sorry for the bother, mr. price. we'll be taking our leave." tugging on your boyfriend's sleeve, you try to lead him away but he stays anchored in place, posturing like a peacock; chest out, shoulders squared and head held high.

he looks at ghost as he challenges him. "name your price. anything, i can meet."

how he can be so blasé in the presence of this bastion is beyond you. ghost stands tall, his shadow engulfing you whole. you can feel the weight of his presence, a crushing force pressing against your sternum. he doesn't speak; and honestly, he doesn't have to. ghost's silence spoke volumes.

"he's not interested, see? let's just go before we're thrown out on our arses."

but your boyfriend doesn't concede. if anything, it only adds fuel to the fire. "not good enough for you? eh? is that it? think yourself untouchable just because you're king of the underbelly?" he goads.

your cheeks are hot, scalding with embarrassment. he's starting to garner attention from the audience that's supposed to be watching the current fight.

and then ghost breaks said silence. "i don't want your money." his rich voice reverberates through bone and marrow; it rattles your very core. "you didn't work hard for it, i can tell. golden spoon runt."

your boyfriend's eyes ignite with anger. for a moment, you thought he was going to swing on the spot, but then, like a wisp of smoke, it dissipated. his fists unclench, his jaw relaxes. "what do you want, then?" he questions.

ghost tips his head your way as he keeps his gaze on your boyfriend. "her. i win, she's mine."

you should've known your now ex would agree. nothing would keep him from accomplishing his goals of 'putting the big dog down' as he so eloquently put it. now you're firmly sat right next to price on the stands (because you will not be calling him john anytime soon, no matter how many times he corrects you) essentially as his hostage.

"nothing personal, sweetheart. i'm a businessman, after all, and the prize walkin' out the front door would be bad for business. hope you understand."

no, you don't. so you tell him as such.

"tha's alright. simon'll take good care of ya, i promise."

"is there any particular reason you're so cocksure of your simon winning?" you manage to ask, your voice fragile.

he takes a thick inhale of his cigar before answering. "unfortunately for you, i've seen it all— the broken bones, shattered dreams, and—" you watch tendrils of smoke unfurl from his mouth, "adversaries who never walked back out."

spectators have already begun to huddle around the cage, puffing on cheap cigarettes. they all look desperate, eyes gleaming with greed. this time the one collecting wagers is a blonde woman, older in age, with her hair in a low bun and a puffer vest. "that your wife?"

he curls a large hand around my shoulder before twisting to look at— "laswell? no. don't swing tha' way." price gives you a gentle squeeze.

oh. you can feel warmth creeping up your neck. "sorry. didn't mean to- er. i didn't know."

"'s'alrigh'. her wife's nice enough. you'll like 'er.'' her wife? the confusion must've shown because he rumbles out a laugh. "no. it'd be me barkin' up the wrong tree. i—" he tightens the grip on your shoulder, "like whatever's pretty to look at." his words from before resounded in your head.

'your pretty girl's right...'

the heat that'd receded now stung the tips of your ears. whatever words you want to say are lodged in your throat but thankfully, you're saved by the bell. literally.

the rusty thing tolls and the crowd hushes their voices and stills their restless shuffling. first walks in your ex (idiot), looking exactly like what ghost had called him earlier— a golden spoon child. his shorts are glossy, even under the flickering, sickly light that falls over the cage. his boxing gloves are a vibrant red, pristine as if right out of the box. (you don't remember soap getting his pretty face broken by hands with gloves, but whatever.) he looks perfect, like something out of a hollywood movie.

and so out of place.

unlike ghost who's just stepped into the ring— who commands the attention of all within the hazy room. he fits right in with the rats who scurry around in the bowels of the city. he moves like the shadows that cling to the dark corners, his steps silent as whispers. a haunted being— one the world above with its neon signs and bustling crowds has long forgotten— has made his home down here.

ghost bumps his mma gloves with your ex's boxing ones, in a show of surprising sportsmanship.

the bell tolls once again, and the fight begins.

and just as quickly as it began, it ended. you blink, momentarily displaced, because there is no way what just happened is real. there hadn't been no real fight. it'd been one devastating blow to the side of your ex's jaw that ended everything. he hadn't stood a chance. it—

"'s done. sorry, love. but simon's headin' this way to claim his prize." price gives you a sympathetic pat to your back. "i swear it on my life he won't harm a hair on your head."

what?

ghost barrels through the roaring crowd and comes to a stop before you. "you're with me, now. best get used to it." shock blurs your vision, or maybe it's the fact that you've been hoisted up and thrown over a shoulder that did it.

it doesn't matter. the one you came here with is currently lying limp on the stained mat, his mouth hanging open a little awkwardly. is he broken? you're put down on a bench in a large dressing room that has only one tall locker in it with a tiny ghost sticker on the front.

"did you... is he dead?" you ask, pulse quickening.

"no. either dislocated or broke tha' jaw of 'is only."

you sputter when metal clinks on the surface of the wooden table he's currently leaning his weight against. dusters? "you used fucking dusters?"

he turns his head and looks at you, piercing and intense. "you and i both know i didn't need anythin' to knock his teeth down his throat, isn't tha' right, pet? eh?"

his knuckles are calloused and heavily scarred, the little finger bent at an angle even when straight. "don't worry 'bout him, you're with me, now." he shrugs on a plain, black jacket and heads for the door. "try to leave and i'll jus' find you again. don't make this any harder than it has to be."

welcome to the rat king's domain, sweetheart.

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claypgeons · 9 days

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cat dad?

pairing: theodore nott x fem!hufflepuff!reader

warnings: fluff, cat shifter!reader, happy ending! reader gets high for a moment. tutor!theodore, super rushed ending.

summary: theodore nott adopts a stray hogwarts cat, unaware its actually the sweet hufflepuff he’s developed a small crush on. [2.8k]

notes: reblogs comments and likes are always greatly appreciated <33 pls pls pls send in requests… i’m desperate for something to write

Theodore Nott was at a crossroads. Tonight, his fellow Slytherins were throwing a huge party in honor of the quidditch team making it to the Hogwarts final. Tonight was also the night he was supposed to meet his new tutee.

So, he could either go to this huge party or spend his night tutoring some idiot who can't get their grade up on their own. Obviously, he wanted to pick the party.

The problem was, McGonagall had personally set up this tutoring session, so he couldn't just blow it off, that would make him seem unreliable. And unlike people assume, Theodore cares about his grades, a lot. And with caring about your grades, came building good relationships with your teachers, Theo would brag that he has built a steady relationship with every single one of his.

So, that only left him with one option. Miss the party and stay up all night tutoring.

“Is he still sulking about not going to the party?” he heard the bored voice of Pansy ring through his ear. Instantly he snapped his head to the side, where Pansy was sending him a judgemental look, which he instantly returned.

“Leave him alone.” Draco laughed, he felt for his friend. Theo’s grades were important to him, and although Draco did not understand it, he respected it. He had seen his friend go through the inner turmoil, trying to decide what to do. It was honestly very sad to look at.

“Who are you tutoring anyways?” Blaise chimed in, swallowing the last piece of food he had in his mouth, Theodore tried to recall the name McGonagall had given him, and it took him a second before it came to mind. “Y/N.”

It was like a light switch had flipped in Pansy’s mind. She turned to him wide-eyed, “Like Y/N, Y/N?”

“I don’t know what that means,” Theo answered blankly. He didn’t know this ‘Y/N’ How was he supposed to assume they were the one Pansy was referring to?

Pansy rolled her eyes, standing up and muttering a small ‘idiot’ before walking away. Theo watched her walk towards the Hufflepuff table before he turned to Draco, “Where is she going?”

Shrugging Draco muttered, “How am I supposed to know?”

All three boys who were currently occupying a side of the Slytherin table, watched curiously as Pansy sat down next to a girl with her head down. They saw as Pansy patted the girl on the shoulder, getting her attention.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to get adjusted to the bright white light, muttering a small ‘gosh’ you turned your head to where you felt the disturbing taps come from. It took you a moment, but after your eyes had focused, you broke out into a big smile, “Pansy!” you greeted happily.

The girl sat at your side, and smiled, “Hey, Y/N.” Pansy and you had been acquaintances since your third year. You two had been partnered for a small group project and had bonded quite well.

“Are you starting a new tutor tonight?” Pansy had gotten quite to the point. You nodded, ever since your second year, you had, had more than twelve tutors, you were now in your sixth year. You had great trouble learning; so you and McGonagall had set up a system where you were getting new tutors every couple of months. To simulate brain activity and whatnot.

“Is it him?” Pansy turned to the Slytherin table and pointed to someone. You turned slowly, making direct eye contact with a pale-faced dark-haired boy. You stared at him with wide-set eyes, trying to recall how McGonagall had described him. Not realizing that your stare was incredibly off-putting.

Theodore stared back with blank eyes, slowly looking side to side, only to give you a confused look when he realized you were indeed staring at him, piercing holes through his head. You continued to stare with wide eyes until it clicked. Happily, you turned back to Pansy. “I think it’s him!”

Pansy grinned, “Is it okay if he misses tutoring today? He wants to go to the party.”

‘This is great’ You thought. You had been wanting to go to the party, but you didn’t know how to excuse your way out of tutoring. You had even stayed up late trying to come up with something- hence you slept during breakfast.

“That’s perfectly fine!”

Later that night, Theodore Nott was happily watching his friends get drunk off their asses; Draco was loudly confessing his love for Pansy, while she recorded him laughing, while Blaise and Luna were shyly talking in a corner. Just as he was turning to sit on the green couch, he had caught sight of..you?

He thought for a second about how strange it was to never know a person existed, but the one time you notice them, you start to see them everywhere. And before he knew it, he was making his way over to you.

He walked just a couple of steps, and was able to hear the last couple of words in your sentence, “And I'm not saying I believe in the earth being flat you know? But she was making some great points.” you nodded to yourself, the boy next to you, who was very clearly only trying to get your number, looked at you as if you were crazy, before walking away with a defeated sigh.

You didn’t even seem to notice the boy walking away, instead, you turned to your right, muttering to yourself, “I’m hungry.” that was until you crashed into someone.

Looking up, you saw your new tutor, you greeted him with a smile, “Oh, hello!”

Theodore froze. He didn’t know why he had walked up to you. His palms felt sweaty, his heart was beating incredibly fast, and the music around him seemed to get louder and louder, what were you doing to him? He swallowed thickly, trying to force a greeting out of his mouth.

“Say, do you think the earth is flat?” you looked up at him with squinted-red eyes. “Because I don’t, but..”

You continued, but for some reason, the only thing Theodore could focus on was your red foggy eyes, with a quirk on his lips, he blurted out, “Are you high?” instantly you froze, until you burst out into incredibly fake laughter.

“What?” you ‘laughed’, Theo watched you with a tiny smile, watching you try to explain yourself, “I-“ you gasped “I would never.”

The truth was, you were high. You had been since you arrived at the party forty minutes prior. But you could admit that to your tutor. He would think you’re a drug addict. Suddenly, you got serious, staring up at him with wide eyes, “No, no. I would never.” you shook your head. “Never,” you added as a precaution.

Theodore nodded, humming slightly with his lips tightly together, and just like that you broke; “Okay maybe I am!” you leaned closer to whisper, “It’s only so I can sleep better you know?”

“Okay..” Theo laughed slightly, slowly nodding his head. Trying to keep the conversation going, he added “Are you hungry?”

Letting out a big exhale, you nodded “Oh, yes I am!” nodded, you quickly added, “I should go to the kitchens.” you stared at him with blank eyes, and he stared back, it was awkward for a good three minutes, before you shook your head, “Would you like to join me?“

“You’ve had twelve tutors?” Theodore gaped in shock, you nodded mournfully, slipping the ice cream spoon into your mouth. “I know, I know.” you sighed, used to getting this reaction.

Theo laughed, swallowing down his ice cream, “So you’re just going to replace me after some time.” you and Theo had been in the kitchen for who knows how long, you were on your third pint of ice cream, while he was on his second. Reaching over, you placed your hand on top of his incredibly cold one. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out.” you have him a fake sympathy look.

Snatching his hand back, Theo shook his head, “I can’t believe this.” you both laughed, eating the last bite of your ice cream, before dumping the pint with success. Theo looked down at his watch, 3:21 a.m. it read; his eyes widened, he knew for a fact you guys had left the party at 1:13 am, you had been talking for more than two hours?

As if you read his mind, you yawned, the two hours of chatting finally catching up to you. “I think it’s time for me to fall into a coma.” you sighed. You know we’re feeling the after-effects of drugs, the headache, the wanting to hurl, and the sleepiness.

Theodore nodded. standing up and throwing away his empty pint. He was going to offer to take you to your dorm. But that felt like too much, too soon.

So he settled for walking you out of the kitchen. You two said goodbye and set a time for your first official tutoring before you walked away.

Theodore watched you go with a small smile on his lips and a giddy feeling in his heart, before looking around to make sure nobody saw him smiling at your disappearing figure.

The next morning, Theodore stood in front of his mirror, he had tried on three different ties, and still couldn’t find the perfect one. The boys behind him were all groaning from their hangover, but this was much more important. He needs to look his best when he tutors you.

With a shake of the head, he decided to go with the same one he had worn last night. After you two had gone your separate ways, Theo had spent twenty minutes researching the odd symptoms you caused. After coming to terms that he had a tiny ‘crush’ on you. He spent the next thirty minutes researching ‘how to get a pretty girl to like you.’

They all said the same thing; be kind, and respectful, and make her laugh. Theo had never tried those things before. Normally girls would just come up to him and ask him to have sex. That was enough for him. But he didn’t think it would be enough for you. So this was all new territory for him.

Walking out of the boy’s dormitories, Theodore wished them good luck on their headaches before making his way to the library. On Tuesdays and Fridays, Theodore sat in the great hall to eat breakfast for the others, while the rest of the days, he spent his morning in the library, studying. And since yesterday was Tuesday, today he was to spend his morning in the library.

He sat at his usual table and immediately got to work on his potions essay. He thought back to you and wondered if you had even started your essay, ‘Stop doing that’ he scolded himself mentally. Ever since meeting you last night, every little thing he does he traces back to you. If he was brushing his teeth ‘I wonder if Y/N is brushing her teeth right now.’ If he was waking up ‘I wonder if she’s still asleep.’ And now.

“Hello Theodore.” the librarian greeted as she walked by, she had her nose in a book and swiftly walked away before Theodore could manage out a greeting. Turning back to his books, Theodore was surprised to see a small brown cat trying to get its claws into his granola bar. “Hey, shoo!” he whispered shouted at the cat, looking around the library hoping to see the cat’s owner around. Only to see a disgusting couple snogging in the dark corner.

He turned back to the cat, who looked over to the snogging couple, then back to him with what Theodore could only describe as disgust. “Disgusting right?” he scoffed, watching in amazement as the cat drove straight to his lap with a purr. “Oh.” he whispered, trying to push down the ‘aw’ that was begging to escape.

“Where are your owners, hm?” he whispered, tickling under the cat’s chin, smiling when it reached up and pushed his hand towards its belly. All Hogwarts pets were required to wear a collar that specifies the owner’s name, age, and house. This cat had none of the above. So in Theoodres eyes, it was up for grabs. And although Theodore was never a pet guy, there was just something about this cat.

And so, Theodore quickly packed up all his items before quickly walking out of the library, with the tiny cat under his sweater. He didn't want to run into anyone who recognized the his cat.

“Do you want to start on the potions essay?” Theodore whispered over to you. It was now half an hour after classes ended, and you and Theodore were working one to one.

You had arrived at the library flustered and sweating. You were sure Theodore had noticed, but you were thankful he didn't pry. All morning and afternoon you were considering begging Mcgonagall for a new tutor, bearing in mind Theodore had adopted you as his cat.

Now, Theodore didn't know you were his now-adopted cat, but it still felt wrong acting like you weren’t the cat he’d become cuddled up with. But you couldn’t just tell him you were a cat-shifter. The only other people in Hogwarts that were aware of this fact, were McGonagall and Dumbledore. It was a secret nobody was supposed to know. You decided that it was fine to continue with your friendship, admittedly you also came to that conclusion because you didn’t want to stop talking to Theodore.

“I already finished it.” you coughed, handing it over to Theodore, “Could you go over it?” you asked.

Theodore smiled, “That’s what I’m here for.”

Twenty minutes later, you and Theodore were sitting in silence he was working on some of his work while you worked on yours. “I got a cat you know?” Theodore whispered to you, placing down his quill.

You choked on your spit, of course, you knew. You were the cat. “Oh.” you managed out, avoiding the most eye contact you could. If Theodore noticed your change in tone, he didn't comment, “Yeah.” he smiled, “I’m not really the biggest cat person, but she’s just so cute.” he gushed. You felt even dirtier, hearing him gush over a cat, not knowing it was actually you, made you feel sick.

“Oh.” you paused. Hoping the conversation would end there. Glancing to you out of the corner of his eye Theodore assumed you were too focused on your work, so he dropped it.

Three months later, Theodore sat at the corner of his bed, looking over at his cat, muffins. “Tomorrow the day,” he whispered. The curtains along his bed were shut, but he didn’t want anyone to hear him talk to his cat.

Muffins tended to disappear for days at a time. And the first time she did, he was scared shitless, but he’s learned to become accustomed to it.

Muffins tilted his head, confused. “I’m asking her on a date,” Theodore confessed. Muffin's eyes widened as if in horror, and a small whine came from her mouth. Theodore frowned, “I swear, you’ll like her muffins.” Theodore hasn’t had the chance to introduce you to muffins, because for some reason, whenever one of you is with him, the other is nowhere to be found.

The next day, you were nowhere to be found, Theodore had been expecting to see you during potions but it seems like you had skipped, not like you.

That was until, dinner.

You seemly eat your food faster than you ever have before. And quickly got up from your seat and walked out of the great hall doors. Then you ran into someone, and you knew by the smell who this someone was, Theodore.

“Shit,” you muttered looking up at a red-faced Theodore, he didn’t acknowledge your absents from his day, instead he got straight to what you were most terrified of “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

You stared up at him for what felt like an eternity, before you opened your mouth and spoke something Theodore could never imagine, “I’m your cat.”

Theodore took a step back, and you stared at him, “What.” he looked at you with a blank face.

Then came the rambling “I’m so sorry Theodore, but you had just gotten so attached to Muffins and I could just disappear, you wouldn’t have thought she died.” you took a deep breath. “And I couldn’t tell you I was her, you would hate me! And I didn’t want you to hate me, because you’re so nice, and cute, and-“

And, before you knew it, Theodore’s lips were on yours.

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eetherealgoddess · 3 months

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Hihi

Could you do a fic where reader is like a driver 4 bonten and something comes up so she has to like pick (u cld do all or chose one it doesn't matter) them up then some smut, noncon and fem reader.

Thx in advance if you'll write this, I've been searching for a writer that does noncon🥲

Hope you enjoy this! Also hope you don’t mind about a little mxm between the men in it! Also dark ending!!

Also I’m thinking of making an au where the guys are poly with each other and the reader is added to it or walks in on it or something idk yet but lmk in the comments or requests what you think about that.

ꨄBonten’s Propertyꨄ

Part Two

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦You pick up your boss and fellow executives from the club❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Bonten’s Property

“Why do I have to pick them up from the club?” You whine, giving Kokonoi a disturbed look as you stare at his sitting figure, focusing on the laptop in front of him.

“You were specifically requested tonight.” He continues to type as you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, but not by our boss. All the guys are gonna do is terrorize me while I’m trying to drive.” You cross your arms as you rest on one leg, hip poking out as you shake your head.

“Boss is with them currently so I assume he relayed the message.” You groan. “You better get going so you don’t anger him.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know Koko.” You finally walk away, snatching the keys as you make your way out of the shared penthouse, heading to the car and unlocking the door before hopping in.

You’re not usually one to pick up the men from the club considering how wild they get, usually only Kakucho or Takeomi could handle the ride, though when you do, you’re usually efficient. Even when Sanzu messes with the wheel or Kazutora tickles your neck to distract you. Even when Ran blows smoke in your face or when Rin pours alcohol on you. Mikey’s not with them usually, so you have no idea how that’s going to be, hopefully he stays a little professional considering you’ve never seen him drunk or high.

Worse comes to worse you can use the partition to divide the front seats from the back which is what you’ve done before. Still, who wants to drive a bunch of drunk or high idiots around? Hopefully they’re not too rowdy, they’ve never been bad enough to prevent you from driving all of you home at a good time. You sigh as you pull up in front of the large club, nodding at the security guard to signal your arrival for Bonten. He nods back before walking into the doors.

You scroll on your phone, waiting for what felt like an hour before you heard the car’s doors opening. Laughter and slurred speech could be heard as the men entered the car, your body tensing into professionalism when you see your boss through the rearview mirror enter, tightening your grip on the wheel. Sanzu sits in the passenger seat with a pink face, eyeing you before smirking. You ignore him as you double check that everyone is situated before driving off.

You ignore their conversations, Kazutora, Sanzu, and the Haitani brothers conversing about the women, drugs, and alcohol all the while Mikey eyes the window a dazed look on his expression as well as a warm face. One of your eyebrows raise as you find humor in your boss's look, unknown to whether he was high or drunk though definitely not sober. You continue the drive peacefully in your own zone as you eye the dark road.

“Y/n, why didn’t you come to party?” Kazutora questions with a smile.

“I don’t ‘party’ like you guys.”

“I think we should’ve hired you as a stripper rather than an executive.” Ran says, his eyes slightly narrowing as he smirks in your direction.

“Yeah, I would’ve paid to see you on stage any day.” Rin adds as he eyes your expression from the side.

Of course, you made a mistake in thinking that they might not fuck with you during this ride considering their boss is here. You ignore their remarks as you continue to drive. Your grip clenches around the wheel once more when you feel a poke against your side.

“Heyy! You’re being spoken to.” Sanzu says as he glares at you.

“Yeah don’t ignore us!” Kazutora whines playfully, poking you until you flinch, using one of your hands to swatt him away. You grit your teeth as you feel a cold liquid running down your thigh, glancing over to see Rin pouring his bottle once more as he chuckles and Ran smiles wider, finding humor in torturing you.

“Goddamnit!” You hiss as you snatch the open bottle and throw it out of the window.

“Awe you’re no fun.” Rin frowns, leaning back into his seat with crossed arms. Ran passes the recently lit blunt you hadn’t even noticed to Sanzu who breathed in a huge wad of smoke just to blow it in your face, slightly blocking your vision as you wave it away.

You continue to ignore them considering what they want is a response, so you drive down the road. You don’t notice the way your boss eyes the situation with amusement as well as staring at you through the mirror, warmth from the drug Sanzu gave him invading all of his senses as his face turns darker, heavy eyes shifting around the car.

“Want some, boss?” Kazutora questions Mikey, handing him the blunt as he takes it from him, breathing in a huge hit before blowing it out slowly. They all praise their boss as he relaxes in his seat. You slightly chuckle before focusing your attention back on the road. You just couldn’t help but find humor in your boss’s laid back behavior for once.

“Here.” He leans over to hand it to you, though you only glance at the flower.

“Oh boss, you can keep it, I don’t smoke.” Honestly, you’re lying because you like smoking. You just don’t want to be high around them or behind the wheel.

“Take it.”

“I can’t smoke behind the wheel.” You say sheepishly.

“Pull over.” Your eyes widen. What the hell?

“B-boss, that’s not necessary.”

“Are you defying the King?” Sanzu growls, narrowing his eyes.

“What? N-no, I just…”

“Then why aren’t you listening?” Kazutora questions.

“Boss clearly gave you an order.” Rin says as his brother eyes you.

All of this over a fucking blunt? What's gotten into them?

“Boss, I’m not disrespecting you, I just thought you wanted to get home! I can smoke in the penthouse if anything.”

“Pull over, now.” You didn’t hesitate to find an empty spot to pull over in, parking the car once you reached it with a shaky hand.

This is so weird.

You take the blunt from Mikey’s hand and put it to your lips, inhaling a little before blowing out.

“More.” You look at your boss from the rearview mirror with confusion.

“I still have to drive, I don’t think I should smoke…”

The barrel of a gun to your head causes you to quiet down, eyeing Sanzu who’s holding the weapon.

“What was that?” Ran teases. “Could you repeat what you just said?”

You glare at them before setting it back to your lips, inhaling deeply before you blow out a huge cloud of smoke, tears forming in your eyes as the burning sensation overtakes your throat.

I don’t understand why they’re making such a big deal out of this.

“Since you can’t drive you should sit in the back seat.” Kazutora says with a fake concerned expression.

“I was ordered to be the driver so I’ll be okay. None of you can drive, anyway.”

“No, it’s alright. Come here.” Following your boss’s order, you reluctantly open the door, hopping out of the driver's seat before opening the back door, blunt still in hand.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassment as you climb in, feeling the intense gazes as you settle into your seat squished in between Mikey and Kazutora who don’t bother to move over, the Haitani brothers having already shifted to the empty seats across from you as well as Sanzu who sits beside the siblings, gun hidden. You squirm awkwardly into your seat as you inhale the leaf once more. Holding the smoke in as a hand on your chin forces you to turn to your right.

“Blow into my mouth.” You try to move your head from Kazutora’s hand, the burning sensation catching up to you, forcing you to blow in his direction, his mouth slightly open as he sucks in the air, his lips barely grazing yours.

This is definitely too intimate. What drugs did they take because marijuana doesn’t do this.

The air feels suffocating as warmth builds, gazes becoming heated as your eyebrows furrow. Suddenly, the hand on your chin moves to the back of your head as your lips are forced to meet with Kazutora’s. Your eyes widen as your hands immediately push against his chest, his hold stronger as he keeps you in place, golden eyes staring into your orbs. Biting his lip only caused a moan from him as he leaned into you, the metallic taste mixing in with mary jane and alcohol.

When he finally releases you, because you were still shoving away from him, you accidentally land on your boss’s chest. Immediate fear causes you to sit up, though you were stopped by arms wrapping around your waist, your head resting against his shoulder, positioned in between the leg that's propped on the seat and the other one on the ground as he leans against the door. Kazutora grabs the blunt from you as he takes a hit from it.

“B-boss?” You question as his hands slowly roam up your blouse, your face heated as the warmth of his hands rests on your breasts that are covered by your bra. “W-wait! Mi- boss! Stop!”

“Are you telling me what to do?” His breath causes tingles down your neck as his lips meet your ear.

“Two times in a row, not a good look for you, Y/n.” Ran says, ignoring his erection under his pants.

“Wait, I just need some air or something! I need to be okay to drive!” Your chest rises and falls as Mikey squeezes your breasts, your hands grabbing his wrists to pull them off though his strength is firm, even when intoxicated.

“You’re not being a very good executive, Y/n. So disobedient.” Rin taunts before he grabs one of your ankles, removing your shoe as well as Kazutora doing the same with your other after handing Ran the wood. You attempt to pull your legs back, forgetting how you are the weakest amongst these men. Sanzu moves to the floor board next to the upper half of your body as Ran moves to the lower, unbuckling your pants as you struggle against Mikey’s hold, blunt in his lips.

“Y-yeah I’m telling all of you to stop! This isn’t profession-!” You’re cut off by Sanzu’s lips, his hand cupping your face as Mikey’s tongue slithers against your ear. Saliva falls down your chin as your hand reaches to push against Sanzu’s chest while the Haitani brothers and Kazutora pull down your pants, revealing your panties. Your eyes become wider as you start kicking your legs, whimpering against Sanzu’s mouth as you try to break free only for Kazutora and Rin to hold your legs apart as Ran uses a finger to trail down your slit through the fabric before he hands the leaf to his brother.

One of Sanzu’s hands pulls your blouse over your chest before he moves back to pull it off, Mikey helping in the process as he holds your arms still.

“Guys! You’re too intoxicated! St-stop, now!”

Rin’s lips trail down your leg, rubbing your thigh in the process while the blunt lies in between his index and middle finger. Kazutora mimics, though removing your sock before he licks your foot, a tingling sensation going up your spine.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Mikey whispers against your ear, unclipping your bra before he forces it off of you, of course you make it harder by preventing the handles from being removed from your arms. He tears them, throwing your bra to the side as one of his arms circle around your waist while the other hand reaches your nipple. Sanzu grabs the other mound in his hand before he lowers his head, eyeing you through heavy lids, his lips circling around your nub as you frantically try to move.

Ran lowers his head as he uses a finger to move your panties to the side.

“As pretty as I’d thought it’d be.” He says before he uses both hands to pull them down, Rin grabs them as he throws them to the side before handing Sanzu the blunt. Ran analyzes your pussy with a sly smile, using a finger to gather the slight slick that’s formed before sucking his finger and releasing a quiet moan.

“Stop touching me!” You exclaim, everything becoming overwhelming as your boss and coworkers roam your body, Sanzu pulling your nipple as he takes another hit.

“Relax.” He says before placing it against your lips. You move your head away before he roughly grabs your chin and forces you to face him.

“Smoke it.” He demands. You blatantly shake your head.

“No! No more of that or any of this!” You hiss as you move up once more, only for you to let out a high pitched scream of pain once Sanzu places the burning wood against your arm. Tears fall from the pain as your face becomes hot. Your other hand grips the arm that was just burnt. You shakily wipe away the residue ash left on your skin.

“Say that again.” He says before placing the blunt against your mouth. You inhale before holding it in and blowing out once more. He wipes the sweat off your forehead as he keeps it against your mouth, you having to inhale more before breathing the smoke out again, mellowing out although your heart continues to race.

Your body jolts as you feel a wet muscle slithering against your clit. Ran’s tongue flicks your nub before his lips close around, sucking as he slightly bobs his head. Kazutora sucks his fingers before sliding his hand down, bending over as he uses two fingers to ease into your wet pussy. Your hole clenches around his fingers as your hips twitch, biting your lip as you hold back from releasing any sound as your eyes shut tightly.

Suddenly, hands grab your hips as you're pushed up, legs hovering over your head as your body is bent. The wetness moves to your ass as his tongue glides against your anus.

“Hah! Not there! Stop it, please!” Tears fall in humiliation as he eats you out, Rin positioning himself to eat your pussy as Kazutora angles his fingers, gliding in and out slowly as he holds pressure to your g-spot before pulling out again, watching your pussy contract intensely. A tongue runs along your clit repeatedly flicking the nub before he sucks it. Sanzu and Mikey hold up your legs as they kiss and lick your neck before leaving hickeys and pinching the skin between their teeth, Mikey handing Sanzu the roach before he throws it out of the cracked window, returning his hand to your nipple.

As Kazutora accelerates his fingers, your hips slightly meet his hand as the brothers eat you out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with your mouth slightly ajar, head falling back on Mikey’s shoulder.

“Ran.”

“Yes boss?”

“Pull out my cock.” He complies, pulling Mikey’s sweats down as well as his underwear, revealing his hard girth. You tense once you feel his head against your ass.

“W-wait, Mikey there’s no lube. Please don’t!”

“My King, I can help.” He says with a dazed look.

Mikey eyes him for a second before he nods his head, Sanzu and Ran switching placements as Ran settles next to her upper body and Sanzu moves to Mikey’s throbbing cock. A groan leaves Mikey’s lips, brushing against your ear as Sanzu lowers his head, lips circling around Mikey’s tip before shoving his cock deep within his throat.

You feel your boss’s hips jerk as his head falls back against the car’s window. Another moan leaves his mouth as you hear the mixture of saliva and precum combining as Sanzu pulls his head back and forth steadily, making sure to wet his king’s cock to the fullest.

“Knew he’d be eager to suck Mikey’s cock.” Rin whispers against your pussy as Kazutora and Ran chuckle at his statement. Sanzu pulls his head back and uses his hand to angle Mikey’s cock against your anus. Your body is forced to drop on his thick cock, tears escaping as the pain shoots up your back.

“Fuck!” You cry out, “Take it out! Take it out, you fucking assholes!” Kazutora removes his fingers as Rin pulls back, sitting in their seats as they pull out their own hard cocks, using spit to rub themselves off. Once Mikey’s cock was stuffed all the way into your ass, he held it there as he basked in your warmth. Sanzu hovers over you as he uses his own spit to wet himself. You jolt when his head meets your pussy lips.

Your hands grip Sanzu’s shoulders as he eases into your pussy, fortunately the juice that was already there makes it less painful, though your hole clenched around his girth as you're full from both sides.

“Relax your muscles.” Ran whispers in your ear as his own hand wraps around his cock, while the other caresses your head.

“I can’t! It hurts!” You exclaim as your eyes shut tightly. Your head falls back once more, Ran leaving a kiss along your jaw.

“Yes you can. Just breathe.” You had no choice but to comply as you tried to get through the pain, breathing heavily as Sanzu and Mikey began to move slowly. A drawn out moan escapes Sanzu as the pressure from Mikey’s cock could be felt through your walls, causing extra friction.

Time passed and their hips began to accelerate, the car filling with five men’s moans as all of them thrust their hips, pulsating cocks engulfed in warmth. Sanzu’s cock, angled to hit your g-spot, causes an intense pleasure that contrasts with the lingering pain from Mikey’s cock stretching your ass. The agony numbing out as you begin to fill a pleasurable fullness as your body rocks up and down, nails piercing through Sanzu’s fabric. You grunt as your ass clenches around Mikey’s cock, barely holding back a moan as the friction causes you to near your orgasm.

“Tell me how good it feels.” Mikey hissed against your ear, hand reaching around your throat as he slams his hips against your ass, speeding up.

“It doesn’t!” You cry out. “I-it feels terrible! Get out of me!” A loud moan accidentally leaves your mouth when Sanzu’s pace becomes faster, ambushing your g-spot repeatedly. A sharp pinch against your nipple causes you to yelp.

“Lie again.” Mikey growls, “Tell me the truth or I’ll blow your brains out as soon as I cum.”

“Fuck, this is so hot.” Kazutora hissed as his head falls back, rubbing his cock violently as his erection pulsates in his grip. Rin bites his own lip as he thrusts his hand, rubbing a thumb over his slit as he watches the display.

“Come on, angel. Be good for us, yeah?” Ran breathlessly says as he brings himself closer, hand gripping your head as he ruts against his other hand.

Your body convulses, warmth overcoming your abdomen as your hips grind hard against the two cocks, head back as your mouth hangs open with a silent scream.

“F-fuck! I’m… ah! Cumming!”

“Shit!” Rin hissed as his hand moves faster, your voice turning all of them on as they continue to work for their own orgasm.

You cry out from Mikey and Sanzu continuing their assault, thrusts becoming sloppier as they cause you to overstimulate, your hips frantically grinding back as the feeling becomes all too overwhelming, nose scrunching as your nails scratch Sanzu.

“Say it now! Tell us how good it feels to be full of our cocks! Right now, Y/n!” Sanzu growls, pink hue covering his face as he gazes into your eyes with a lustful, crazed glare.

“Feels good! S’ fucking good, hah! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum again!”

In reality, post nut clarity will definitely come soon considering how violated you truly feel, though the feeling of being so full and your g-spot being abused causes your body to react, pussy contracting as you’re brought to your second orgasm, the men following along right after as they all release their loads.

You feel Sanzu and Mikey’s cum shoot deeply inside of you, so much coming out as some of the liquid spills out of your ass and pussy.

“Y-you all violated me.” You growl in anger as tears spill from your eyes, cocks pulling out of you causing you to grunt from the residue pain.

“You liked it.” Kazutora frowns as your vision becomes blurry.

“You should rest. Sounds like the weed is getting to your head.” Rin snorts.

Before you could prevent it, your eyes fluttered shut, darkness engulfing you into a deep sleep.

The next day, the men sat in the meeting room, awaiting your arrival. When you didn’t show up, Kakucho went to check your room, only to find you balled up in the blankets on your bed, hiding your whole body.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t answer, he walked out of the room back towards the meeting to relay the message. The meeting continued without you. When it was over, Kazutora visited your room.

“Y/n? Why are you acting like this?” He says as he sits on the bed next to your figure. His eyebrow raises when his hand reaches your form, squeezing it before he stands up and snatches the blankets back, revealing an empty space.

“Shit!” He hissed in anger.

Two years pass and you just got out of your therapy appointment, walking to your car before you hopped in and drove to your apartment. You knew that the only way you could leave Bonten was by death or running away. So you decided to make a new life for yourself in a different country, far away from Japan.

You knew the job was toxic anyway but you didn’t know that you’d be violated sexually. You’re in a better head space, though you do have moments where you can feel the hands all over you, not scrubbing your body hard enough as your skin raws. Your new boyfriend, along with your friends and therapist have helped you grow positively as you slowly let your past go.

Entering your apartment, you expect to see your boyfriend in the living room on video games, not his limbs detached from his torso, or head decapitated as it’s rolled in between someone’s feet. Nor did you expect to see blood all over your carpet as well as the frames and paintings broken, thrown off the walls, glass shards everywhere. Your trembling hand covers your mouth as you eye the five men you never wanted to see again, staring at you with cold stoic expressions, worse than any angry look you could’ve ever received.

Hyperventilating, you turn on your heel to run back out your front door, only to run into Takeomi’s chest.

“No, no, no! Let me out, Takeomi! You don’t know what they did to me!” Your fists hit his back as he swings you over his shoulder.

“Oh I know. Now they’re pussy whipped and can’t get over you. Not even boss. You’re lucky you’re not gonna be killed, but there’s no way we’re letting you out of our sight again. Consider yourself, Bonten’s property.” He says as he walks to the car.

You continue struggling in his grip as tears leave from your eyes, crying out in anger and devastation over your boyfriend’s gruesome death. The life you created for yourself being torn from your grasp as another thing important is snatched away. You mourn your lost freedom as well as what’s to come.

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faye-writes-stuff · 1 year

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welp here we go again

INCORRECT QUOTES TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Y/n: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Dream: Wednesay Y/n: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

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Y/n: Dream, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Dream: Well of course I have. Dream: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Dream: It's boring.

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Y/n: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Ranboo: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Y/n: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

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Y/n: Ranboo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Ranboo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Y/n: Y/n: I wrote sanitize, Ranboo

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Y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Sapnap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Sapnap: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

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George: Welcome, fellow idiots Y/n: Hello, George George: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Y/n: You underestimate me

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George: *Gets down on one knee* Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. George: *Falls over* Y/n: The poison is kicking in.

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Tommy: Change is inedible. Y/n: Don't you mean inevitable? Tommy, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Tommy: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

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Tubbo: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Y/n: Oh, I’m always running Y/n: The question is from what

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Tubbo: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Y/n: It’s not a joke. Y/n: *sniffles* Y/n: I’m a legit snack.

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Foolish: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Y/n: What did you do op? Foolish: A MISTAKE

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Y/n: Foolish... Foolish: Oh no, 'Foolish' in b-flat. Foolish: You're disappointed.

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Technoblade: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/n: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Technoblade, desperately, as Y/n bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n: Oh! B positive. Technoblade: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n:

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Technoblade, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Y/n: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Technoblade, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/n: Outstanding. Technoblade: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Technoblade: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Technoblade: Absolutely not.

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i accidentally hit post on this too early so if you saw this b4 it was finished- no you didn't

ANYWAYS enjoy, because the last one got over 300 likes so

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Biker Sevika Saves from a Rival Biker Group

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, protectiveness, teasing, kissing for cover, threats, getting into fights, suggestive

A/N: I've met quite a few bikers, a lot of stories, a lot of them sound too crazy to be real but they are entertaining stories.

Biker!Sevika runs her biker gang like a really tight group. Everyone knows there are rules, that she's the one in charge, and what happens when they break them. It's almost funny how quiet a place goes when she and her friends ride in and order drinks. They get quite a few looks, some whispers and then everyone starts talking again, but everyone noticed them.

Biker!Sevika always shows off her mechanical arm but never uses it for arm-wrestling contests. She can beat anyone without it in any contest, even a race. There was a time where she had to drive with one arm so she's learned quite a few tricks, and yes they all attract the ladies, she's well aware of that.

Biker!Sevika keeps an eye out in any place she and her fellow bikers stop at. They have quite a reputation and have gotten into many drawls both in and outside of bars they visit. Some they're even banned from, the others use them for more business. The one you go to is one of their favorite places actually so you've heard quite a bit about them, especially their leader.

Biker!Sevika can drink quite a lot and still drive her motorcycle just fine. This tolerance comes from all the drinking contests she's won, but of course sometimes she has to stop and puke at the side of the road in order to keep driving. This gets her a bit of teasing from everyone but nothing that crosses a line.

Biker!Sevika is well aware of how hot she is and is used to getting looks and offered drinks. But she also knows the signs when someone is being dishonest in their intentions with them. She sees you with a few members of the biker gang she beat up before, knows they're all jerks and horny idiots who are often pushy as well. She can be all those things too, but at least she's got consent before hand. Well maybe not for being a jerk part.

Biker!Sevika wraps her arm around you and starts talking to you about her motorcycle, asking of you wanna go for a ride. You know who she is but you've never talked to her before, and this interruption seems to annoy the big biker group in the bar too. Tensions rise quickly and before you know it the two biker groups are staring each other down.

Biker!Sevika knows what's about to go down and tell you to take cover somewhere. However she asks for a good luck kiss before the fight starts. Luckily you didn't like the other guys too much and figured it'd be a good blow to their egos. As soon as you pulled away she stepped in front of you and signaled her group to start punching.

Biker!Sevika beat up quite a few of them, dragging the ones who were bothering you towards you and forcing them to apologize to you before she knocked them out. There's no need to worry about the damages, she's got those covered already. Not the ones to the people that were beat up though. She offers a new round of drinks to those left standing, which everyone takes of course.

Biker!Sevika has her arms around you the whole time in case anyone else tries to make a move on you. She wouldn't blame them, you're a good looking woman, she would have probably made a move on you too at some point. Does the kiss from earlier count? If not she can always ask for another one.

Biker!Sevika does eventually take you for a ride but it's not just on her motorcycle. It was then that you learned that everyone talking about her riding skills aren't just talking about it while she's on the road. She considers herself really lucky that she got to go home with a pretty little lady like yourself. Do you have an interest in motorcycles perhaps?

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chunksworld · 1 year

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Grant Your Wish

LE SSERAFIM Chaewon x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut) | needy!Chaewon

A/N 1: Finally got the chance to write my iz*one/le sserafim bias. Thank you @kaedespicelatte as always for proofreading and beta reading, this is dedicated to you and all of my fellow chaewon simps.

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“Manager-nim, don’t miss us too much okay? You still have Chaewon unnie to accompany you. Mwah!”

Before you could even respond, the rambunctious blonde blows you a kiss and already has one foot out the door with her luggage while the rest of the members follow her with their own. It’s only unfortunate that you couldn’t come with them knowing that they’re going to Jeju Island and a vacation is definitely what you need after a stressful past few months—you’ve also heard just how good the seafood is over there and you definitely wanted to try it yourself. But at least the girls get a well-deserved break, they truly have been working their tails off for their fans and it’s nice to see them get rewarded for it.

Work for you, however, continues as you’ve been assigned as Chaewon’s personal manager for the meantime—a two-week arrangement that certainly doesn’t bode well for you considering that you have such a huge crush on the group’s leader, her unreal visuals combined with her angelic vocals causing you to fall in love with her hard. You should be ecstatic that you’d get to spend plenty of alone time with her as a result but she’s the member that you interact with the least, focusing most of your time managing Yunjin instead. Plus, you don’t exactly have the confidence to just strike up a conversation so casually with her.

The challenge starts as soon as the members bid you farewell and the door is shut, leaving you on your own in this oasis known as their dorm. You’ve only stepped foot here once or twice (ten times if you count all of the instances that you’ve had to personally carry a drunk Yunjin home) and it only hits you now just how stunning the place is, the company clearly invested heavily on the group. The living room is as big as your studio apartment and filled with furniture that you know you’ll never be able to afford while the kitchen is filled with top-of-the-line appliances that chefs could only dream of.

Sit on the couch and feel just how soft the fabric is, perfect to sleep on—you didn’t even need to bring your sleeping bag. But you didn’t want to move around too much, this is still their personal space and you are just a guest. A male guest, more specifically, and considering that they’re a girl group, they probably don’t have guys over their dorm that much (except for that one time Yunjin brought some random dude she met at a bar and you went to great lengths to make sure she didn’t get exposed). But you don’t know what else to do, Chaewon is probably sleeping in her room and management specified for you to never leave her side for “security purposes.” Since when does a grown person need babysitting? And why did she choose not to tag along with the rest of the girls?

But orders are orders, plus you’re getting paid to basically do nothing so you can’t exactly complain. Thankfully you brought your laptop with you so you can get some work done and watch some Netflix to pass time so these next two weeks should be a breeze, right? Maybe Chaewon will only leave her room for meals, maybe you won’t have any heart-racing interactions with her that will cause you to inevitably stutter and start fanboying like an idiot, maybe everything will go smo–

“Hey, manager-nim.”

A familiar soft, yet piercing voice breaks your train of thought and the aforementioned woman emerges from her bedroom looking oh-so-adorable in an oversized white shirt—the sight alone already has you malfunctioning internally. Fuck, she looks so cute. Even more so when she flashes you a smile and a wave as she walks over towards the couches and sits next to you. Your palms are starting to perspire and your heart is beating so quickly you might as well have just ran an entire marathon. You’ve already lost your composure and just like that, your plans are thrown out the window.

“H-Hey.”

Great. Now you can’t even utter such a simple word. It must be so obvious just how much you’re freaking out because she laughs hard and the way her eyes form crescents stirs butterflies in your stomach—or maybe that’s just hunger from not eating breakfast due to how much you were dreading this day.

“Yah, why are you so nervous? It’s not like I bite or anything.”

“R-Right, sorry.” A sheepish smile. How are you supposed to tell her how infatuated you are with her and how such a simple task as striking up a conversation is harder than all of the exams you took in high school?

“Come on! We’ve known each other for over a year now, and yet you still act like I’m a stranger?”

Right. You still couldn’t believe your eyes when she walked through the doors of the company, you only heard the rumors swirling around but you refused to believe any of it; more so when you were told that you were going to manage her group. When that fateful day finally came, it was like your birthday and Christmas combined into one. Forget studying to be a doctor or an engineer, you consider becoming a manager of her group an achievement that can’t be matched by anything.

“And we’re even the same age! That’s pretty insulting to a woman, you know.” A fine woman, at that

You try to come up with something, anything but you’re scrambling like a deer in the headlights and your vocabulary has been reduced to only saying: “I-I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be hurt if you keep apologizing.” She playfully pouts, though you can see how there’s some truth to the words she’s saying and it’s enough to finally get you to your senses. She’s right. You’re a professional and it’s time to act as such; this is just a work assignment and nothing else. So what if you have a painfully huge crush on her?

With that renewed mindset, you straighten your posture and begin to relax though giving her a direct look in those captivating eyes still manages to fluster you—but given how absolutely stunning she is, who wouldn’t be? “Fine. No more apologies, okay? I’ll do better from now on.”

“There you go. It’s just gonna be the two of us for some time, so lighten up!” You miss the way her cheeks redden at her own statement because you’re too caught up at the thoughts that came up in your head at such implications.

Fortunately, everything was peaceful after that. Chaewon wanted to catch up on some movies and that’s exactly what she did, not before begging you to go to the convenience store with her to buy some snacks. For once, it felt nice not losing your mind every time you were in close proximity with her. You don’t miss the way she would sneakily initiate skinship by either casually brushing her hand against yours and leaning ever so closely but you ignore it.

It was only inevitable that she’d be tired after the third movie; you were surprised that she even managed to stay awake for so long because you were definitely drifting in and out of sleep after the second one—you still haven’t fixed your sleep schedule after all. It was already pretty dark outside and knowing Chaewon, her schedule is probably just as broken as yours. As the credits rolled, you yawned which caused her to do the same—fatigue settling in after such a long movie marathon.

“Looks like you didn’t get to watch any movies during promotion, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m using up all of the opportunities now to do so.” She grabs a pillow and places it on her lap, a pout forming on her lips once again at the thought. “We’re gonna be busy next year preparing for our world tour so I won’t have any time again.”

“I can only imagine, being a leader must be stressful and time-consuming so I’m glad you’re getting some time off.” You really are, which is why it baffles you even more that she decided to stay here in Seoul instead of going out on vacation with the rest of the members.

“Of course! You should know just how chaotic the rest of the girls are but I love them so I’m completely okay with it.”

But as they say, curiosity kills the cat and you wouldn’t be able to stay put without ever finding out the reason. “By the way, why did you decide to stay home?” And you almost immediately regret asking her the question because of the smirk on her face.

“So I can do this.”

In a flash you feel Chaewon’s soft pair of lips mash with yours as she straddles your lap, allowing you to taste her strawberry lip balm. It only takes a quick second to realize that she’s not wearing any shorts underneath her shirt as you can feel a growing wetness on your crotch. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around her waist while her hands creep up underneath your shirt. It also only takes you a quick second to realize that none of this should be happening, though the growing bulge on your pants completely says otherwise.

You use your last ounce of professionalism to pull away from the liplock, every passing second withering it away. “C-Chaewon, wait!”

“I want you, manager-nim.” Her response is quick and firm, but even if she didn’t tell you anything you can see the burning passion in her eyes. She doesn’t let you respond as she engages into another kiss, this time it’s much more desperate and lustful as she swirls her tongue around yours. Feel her whimper and moan as she presses her body against yours—she must not be wearing any bra either because you can also feel her soft breasts through the cloth.

But this can’t happen; you’re a manager and she’s an idol—getting caught under such circumstances is almost certainly a death sentence in this harsh industry. If she doesn’t give you the opportunity to talk then you’ll have to do it yourself. You pull away from the kiss once again, though your male instincts wants to keep going. And just the thought of her choosing not to be with her members for this is causing your brain to go haywire. “Wait! We can’t do this!”

“Why not? No one is here.” Chaewon shrugs as if that was the overarching problem about this entire ordeal, her hands rest on your chest as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes captivate you once again and seeing them up close is much better than any fancams or pictures taken by her dedicated fansites. You almost get lost in the vast ocean of her beautiful eyes but you try to remain firm.

“That’s not the point!”

“And the point is what, exactly? Does it say in your contract that you can’t have sex with the talent, manager-nim?” She then grabs the hem of her oversized shirt and begins to pull it upwards gently, exposing more of her lovely thighs and her white laced panties. A soft moan from her as she can feel your length throb underneath her and she knows that she’s oh-so-close to convincing you.

You want to look away, you have to look away. As much as your dick is loving what is currently happening, you know what the consequences of engaging in such an act would be. But it’s hard to make a logical decision when all you can feel is her crotch grinding against your bulge as she slowly and painfully continues to pull her shirt upwards, revealing her tight tummy.

Unfortunately you can’t look away as her intense aura glues your eyes towards her heavenly body as she eventually reveals it to you, throwing the shirt somewhere in the living room. Your cock can’t stop twitching at the sight: small but perky breasts, well-defined abs, and shoulders so beautiful that you just want to leave hickeys all over them. Her body is even more perfect than you imagined and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t have a wet dream (or two) about her. She smirks seeing you drool at her half-naked body and the alluring lip bite that she gives you is the nail in the coffin.

Fuck it, might as well grant her wish right? “N-No.”

“Exactly. It’s only a problem if you make it, manager-nim. No one has to know about this.” She urges you to take off your shirt and that piece of clothing is quickly discarded as she mashes her lips with yours, the lack of clothing making this liplock more intimate as you allow your hands to wander around her tanned skin, tracing her curves and every single defined muscle obtained from hours of dance practice. At this point you have conceded to her, the explosion of pleasure you’re currently receiving is too good and Chaewon is too resistible. “Plus, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

Move your lips down towards her jawline and neck, leaving chaste kisses but careful not to leave a mark. The sultry and lewd moans she releases in your ear sends blood rushing through your length and you can feel more precum dripping out that your boxers are starting to become sticky. Meanwhile your hands continue to wander around her body, finding a resting place on her buttcheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze which emits a louder moan from her.

“Y-Yes, manager-nim…”

Leave more kisses down to her clavicles before your pair of lips latch on to her breasts, sucking and licking her left nipple while your free hand massages the other. She continues to moan desperately and the sound of your name leaving her lips in such a lustful manner is only causing your control to slip away every moment. You want to continue pleasuring her so you do the same to her right nipple, making sure that it receives an equal amount of pleasure. And you would gladly suckle on her breasts for hours but the growing patch of wetness on her panties is hard to ignore. Plus, you’re going to lose your mind if you have to spend another minute with your pants on.

Catch your breath as the session temporarily ends and she does the same, using it as an opportunity to remove herself off of your lap to take off her panties which reveals her pussy already glistening with her juices dripping down her meaty thighs—it’s starting to get painful just how erect your cock is at the moment and it’s obvious with the massive tent it’s pitching on your shorts. Thankfully she gives you a look urging you to remove your undergarments as well and you do exactly just that, your cock springing out of its prison and dripping with so much precum.

Now you are both completely naked but before you can truly appreciate the sight in front of you, Chaewon immediately lunges towards you again. You’d think a girl like her would be interested in some form of roleplay but she’s clearly needy as she straddles your lap and angles her hips so that her pussy sinks directly into your dick. It’s hard to concentrate on multiple things at once because she’s also continuing her assault to your lips, biting and licking your lower lip as she slowly engulfs your length in her pussy.

“A-Ah fuck! So–so fucking big!”

She’s so tight, much more than you expected due to her light body frame and you know it’s going to take a while for her to get used to it. The way she clenches on your length as she rides you leaves you a groaning and growling mess, much more so as her skin glistens due to sweat which makes her look even hotter in your eyes. You want to burn this image of Chaewon forever, your crush, pleasuring herself using your cock and how you’re continuing to leak precum which have probably stained her walls already.

As you bottom out, her nails clutch onto your shoulders tightly which will definitely leave marks but you don’t care about it right now. You wrap your arms around her waist to press her tight body against yours while you give her deep and passionate kisses, feeling her whimper in your mouth as she wraps her arms tightly around your neck. Due to how wet she is, you can hear squelching with every exit and entry of your cock and the sound only adds to the fire burning in your stomach.

“Fuck! Fuck! So fucking tight, Chae.”

And you’d gladly give her all the time in the world because just feeling her immaculate body on yours already makes this an experience that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Chaewon alternates between grinding on your hips and slowly lifting her hips off your dick before sinking herself back down and the position directs her moans and hot breaths right into your ear.

It took a few minutes but eventually she started to gain rhythm, her movement starting to resemble more like bouncing as opposed to just grinding. This was the sign that you needed to begin thrusting upwards, matching the pace of her bounce with the thrust of your cock inside her tight walls. Such actions only made her cries of pleasure even louder and you’re truly thankful that it’s only the two of you in the dorms because the sound of flesh on flesh and your combined moans and groans complete the hottest and dirtiest symphony ever created in this living room. “Kiss me as well, manager-nim!”

Chaewon doesn’t need to tell you because her addictive lips are making you just want to dive into them and after a particularly hard thrust, you initiate sloppy, wet kisses. Her succulent lips are truly a joy to taste and the way they mold perfectly with yours is only serving to grow the familiar tension in your stomach. Another hard thrust causes her to ragdoll in your arms, unfortunately ending the makeout session as her breaths become more hurried, moans turning into cries as her sweaty skin glides smoothly along yours.

“Shit! Oh god I’m so damn close, manager-nim. P-Please just keep pounding me like that.”

You want to test just how high her vocal range is so you begin to shift your cock inside her until your tip hits a soft bundle of nerves that causes her to let out her loudest scream of the night—such vocal range is what makes her such a great singer but tonight she showcases it in a dirtier and sexier way.

“Manager-nim! Manager-nim! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock. FUCK!”

Chaewon bites into your shoulder hard as her walls squeeze you so tight that you almost end up finishing alongside her. She uncontrollably shivers as she rests her head on your shoulder, panting heavily while she recuperates from the intensity of her orgasm. The amount of fluid that gushes out of her pussy is enough to completely stain your thighs and the couch below, the squelching sound with every slow thrust you make only adds to the dirty symphony you two are creating. You want to give her time to rest and recover but only mere seconds after, she’s already nibbling and kissing your ears while you leave more kisses all over her sweaty neck.

“Bedroom, please.” A whisper to your ears and you were not going to be told twice. With ease, you lift the petite woman off the couch, causing her to wrap her limbs tightly around you. You bounce her on your length a few more times which causes more moans to reverberate throughout the living room as you make your way to her room.

You turn on the lights and gently place Chaewon on the bed and she spreads her legs immediately, showing off her inner thighs that are completely drenched by her squirt and her pussy that’s continuing to pulsate. “I want your cum to fill me, manager-nim. Come ravage my tight pussy.” A seductive look, then another lip bite which completely unshackles every single piece of professionalism that you’ve ever had—as if you still had some after what just happened minutes ago.

“Fuck!”

You harshly grab onto her waist to bring her closer to you while you hover over, easily sliding your length back to her pussy in one motion. With arms resting on either side of her head, you lean forward to kiss her as you start thrusting at a frantic pace—you were desperate to chase your own orgasm after her and you were going to make sure to fill her up like she wanted. Chaewon understands this as well as she wraps her legs around your waist while you continue to piston your cock into her pussy. The harsh thrusts unfortunately makes it difficult for your lips to remain attached to hers so you settle for her neck instead, nibbling on the soft and delicate skin while her sultry moans only brings you closer and closer to your peak.

“I’m gonna fill you so fucking much, Chae. That’s what you wanted, right? You want me to breed you?”

A hurried nod is the only response you get from her, those velvety walls of hers that’s already had an orgasm are beginning to tighten again much like the familiar tension building up in your stomach. It only takes a few more sporadic thrusts before you completely erupt inside of her with a loud groan, almost mirroring her screams of pleasure from earlier. You've left hickeys on her neck that will definitely have to be covered as you reach your peak. Shot after shot of your hot sperm fills up her walls to and over the brim, flowing out of her pussy while a second, smaller orgasm overcomes her in the aftermath. It didn’t take too long considering you were holding yourself back for her and perhaps that just made your orgasm stronger.

“Oh god Chaewon, fuck. Shit. That was fucking hot.”

When you pull out, more seeds flow out of her used pussy while you lay down on the bed besides her—you’re still mind blown by the fact that you just had sex with your crush, who also happens to be a member of the group you manage and the implications of what just happened will absolutely hit you like a truck tomorrow morning. But you couldn’t care less at the moment as Chaewon gives you a tired smile, leaving one more kiss on your lips before the intense session instantly takes her to dreamland.

As if on cue, your phone’s notifications immediately start blowing up which almost makes you jump off the bed—who could be messaging you at this very hour? Carefully, you make your way back to the living room to grab your clothes and the device that’s continuing to make noise. Chaewon is already sleeping and the last thing you’d want to do is wake her up so you silence your phone only to be left surprised by the messages.

From: Yunjin

“Hi oppa! Did you like my new year’s gift? Hope you didn’t break her.”

What the fuck?

“You must be shocked, right? Don’t act like I didn’t see you drooling over unnie’s fancams~”

No way…

“I hope you used the condom I slipped in your pocket~”

You quickly grab your pants and fish through your back pockets and sure enough, the aluminum foil-wrapped piece of contraption is there. When did she…?

“Aigoo~ Sounds like you didn’t but it’s fine.”

You’re already panicking but her next message leaves you shell-shocked.

“Because you can use it on me when I get back.”

#lesserafim smut #chaewon smut #kim chaewon smut #male reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #reader insert #smut

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"Kiss for good luck?" with oscar and logan pleasee

Title: Instant Bad Idea Words: 330 Prompt: “Kiss for good luck?” w/ Oscar/Reader/Logan

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There weren't many things she had done that she considered bad ideas, especially right after doing them. But this had to be one.

“The hospital? Your in the fucking hospital.” She gives an apologetic look to her nurse. “Oscar, it’s okay.” She tries to sooth him, her eyes flickering between both her boys, Oscar, who is so visibly wound up it makes her hurt, and Logan, her baby who is still looking at her in shock. “I’m alright.” “You're at the hospital.” He repeats and that seems to make Logan come back to himself. “Are you okay? In any pain?” She raises her arm to show her iv, “I’ve been given the good stuff.” She jokes, and she can see her nurse hide a smile. “Honestly I’m good though. Some idiot ran a red light, it caused a pile up.” “Do you want us there?” “You both have work.” And she can see their eyebrows furrow at the use of her word work, but she continues, before they can say anything. “And I’ll be alright. Out in a few hours I imagine.”

The door to her room opens up and her eyes immediately look and a doctor smiles at her, saying her name and she quickly nods.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Jsmyte, I’m a fellow here, I’ll be your surgeon.” “You have to get surgery!” She winces and she looks back at her phone. “Everything is all fine boys. I’ve just got a little something stuck in my leg and they need an operating room to remove. It’s all outpatient. Now, focus on work, I love you both.” She tells them. They both are stuttering out replies, but she just smiles. “Kiss for good luck?” She asks and they both dutifully blow her a kiss which she returns before ending the call and turns her phone off when it immediately rings with Logan trying to call her again.

“Sorry about that. Lovely to meet you as well.”

@teti-menchon0604 @darleneslane @crystals-faith @andreea-15-25 @benstormy @eugene-emt-roe @skepvids @elliegrey2803

#formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #oscar piastri x reader x logan sargeant #loscar x reader

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bkgpackets · 6 months

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thebeautyliesinitsbriefness (wc: 1.8k)

Katsuki values strength, independence. He has never given crying a mere chance of coexisting in his headspace along with other less trivial affairs because tears don’t bring people back from the Earth. He won’t admit but he values optimism: to see the bright in the dark. Even he himself knew just how bleak of a person he was, a buzzkill and a party-pooper, in Ochako’s words. He wanted his crowd to be vehemently bright, he wanted them to have the ability to force him to see, and recognize the remaining half cup of water.

You wince again, wound sterilisation was definitely your least favourite part about being a hero, nobody cared to warn you about this side of the job. The dabs on the open cut were quite aggressive, but you paid them no mind, not expecting any less from the second hero of Japan.

Katsuki’s least favourite part to being a hero was needing to aid his comrades in wound irrigation. Nobody mentioned anything about going on missions together, much less taking care of each other.

‘Tch, shut up, you can behead villains while looking into their eyes but not withstand ten seconds of stinging?’

You laughed, once again not taking offence to his rather belligerent diction— one of the reasons why you were sent to accompany Bakugou on this mission. Madam President, in good faith, believed in your potential, who also trusted Bakugou in bringing it out. She had also heard enough people talk about the way you were able to work well, or at least, better than others, with the fellow hero, so you were quite literally the only suitable option.

With the cotton pad holding the gauze in place, your meticulous torture finally wrapped up, your ebullient Thank you! was met with dead air, as Bakugou had long left the room since the second he was done.

With his back towards you, you can only presume the slight shake of his head to just be collateral of some things along the grumbled lines of ‘Stupid idiot..’

And you weren’t far off either. But, in lieu of cursing you with true malicious intention, he was in fact cursing at himself, for letting you, 'Stupid Idiot', crack his seamless façade of abrasivity:

His eyes widened with panic, what kind of reckless bastard would do that?! You had egregiously jumped in front of a few civilians that were shaken up by the villain you two were facing off. Stuck with fear, they stayed, and caused even more blood to be shredded.

The sharp talons of the villain cut through your flesh like knives to tofu. The pain was evident on your face, brows crinkled, tears from your eyes threatening to spill. Your hand still gripped the handle of your weapon, making possibly the wisest decision you have made yet, you sliced the villain’s hand right off to prevent it from corroding your bones.

Collapsing onto the dirt ground with a harsh thud, the civilians wept even harder out of guilt at the sight of your weak and damaged body, but you did so without a breath of complaint, for protecting the lives of idiots was your job.

The villain, who regrew his hand with the help of his quirk, sat with an arrogant smirk in front of you, shamelessly meandering over your body, practically undressing you with his eyes. He would not know the absolute terror that was about to rain down on him until it was far too late.

Diabolical beings.

With an irate grunt, Bakugou switched to an offensive stance. In tandem, the crackling of his palm announced that he was an explosion ticking to blow. He let out a breath, along with all the pent up worry and frustration in him, a new found determination flashes across his countenance, the corners of his lips twitched. The way he held himself was different, filled with courage you had unknowingly given him. Motivation. His smirk was belligerent as always, eyes shining with something that would have made you blush if you were cognitive.

Katsuki was going to make him pay; that villain would not see another sunrise after this, for protecting you, the utterly most insane and idiotic woman he ever had the pleasure of meeting, was his duty.

Looking back, even his young and angry and ignorant self had known, long, that he had fallen in love. A mosaic of everything he had ever hated, you were. Yet somehow, you turned out to be something he liked. Loved. He was too young to know what love is, but not too young to know that it’s blood that’s rushing up his cheeks. Not too young to see the curvature of your smile and your nose and your stubborn brows to feel like summer will be forever. Not too young to know that life would be worse if he hadn’t met you. When he is not with you, he’s stifled and awkward and mean and, unable to tell you all of these things.

Everything about you was intoxicating. Bakugou wasn’t the one for mead; any sort of alcohol or drugs, in his opinion, only hindered how well he could do his job. But you, you were a toxin he could not live without. Sans you, he’d rather die.

He wanted you. He wanted you so badly. Not in a dissolute way, you were too pure of an angel to mar (at least in his eyes).

He wanted you, in the sense that only he would be looked at by you in such a revered manner. And the spot in his heart was reserved for you, and you alone, a throne if you will. He wanted you, to him only. He wanted your eyes, your touch, your stupid rambles, all of it.

He was also a violent person, he knew his rough edges drew blood when people of delicate skin came too close. Skin who has never met slaughter, seen tragedy. Softness that has never come across the unjust of the world, the villainy.

His legs were close to collapsing. He had lost count however many laps he ran. Sweat dripped along his forehead as he continued on his umpteenth round. He ran, and ran, and the sole purpose was to collapse. Maybe fill his body up with utmost dopamine shots, like he was high or something, so the unending doubtful questions in his mind would leave him alone. ‘Fill your body up with endless endorphins’ he kept chanting, like a mantra.

Yet, he never knew he could have such gruesome and macabre thoughts when it concerned you. His hero costume was still stained with your blood, from when you laid dying in his arms, eyes glazed over and lips slightly agape, when All for One had stabbed you in the lung with a tendril. He had just lost All Might, he never thought he’d lose you, too. You were strong, you were persistent, a determined little shit who he had never thought would have to meet her end like this. He didn’t worry for you, and frankly it was why he stuck around you, he need not take care of you. Instead of being another burden on his already filled plate, you helped clear his silver platter; he knew if anyone would survive this, it would have been you, or so he thought.

The tendril that took you from him was the one that was going to take him from you. You selfish minx, was what he grumbled to himself as your breaths got shallower, sounds of ripping fabric growing from soft to more difficult to ignore as your lungs collapsed in on themselves. You were running out of air, and running out of air fast.

His salty tears left his face blotchy when they rained down on you like salvation.

He didn’t know what would have been the proper and appropriate attire to show up in. You were only an equal to him, nothing more and nothing less. Neither of you had such time for nonsense when all of you were dedicated to heroics, when your job was keeping the hearts of thousands of civilians beating, pulse alive.

He looked at the tombstone engraved with your name, your last legacy, until time calls for the moss and fern to come and erode the delicately carved words away. He wanted to grace the piece of rock with his brutally conditioned knuckles until the iron in his dignified blood, dosed with heavy nitroglycerin, left a permanent scar on your rusting heritage, so maybe then he wouldn’t need to question whether he was there or not.

The world is unfair, he has learnt since the ripe age of fourteen. Talented children with potent quirks born within the wealthiest of families will not know the stink of brothels and peril, men are made unequal, some are fed with silver spoons, and some quirkless. He has made peace with that, he thought. But he was wrong.

He forgave the world when it stripped him of his comrades, his friends. He thought maybe it was the consequences of his wrongdoings in a past life, a lesson to be learnt; but when he lost you, Gods will have to kneel before the man if they ever think he’d forgive them for doing such a deed.

He was then, once again, stripped of everything. It didn’t matter whether or not it was a punishment or a piece of Karma he rightfully deserved because he knew for a fact you would never be deserving of anything but love.

Regardless of your past sins, he was sure you would have redeemed yourself with the way you introduced light into his life. You were good. Plainly, simply, and so utterly good.

His fingertips grasp onto thin air as he cries, his fist cave on his own calloused palm instead of your tombstone. He finally lets his heart rip as he seemingly, for the first time in two months, recognizes that you are dead.

His wailing won’t bring your battered bones back together from six feet under. His tears of grief will only water your tomb and foster whatever plant that wants to take home on your resting place.

He lets out a few heartless laughs, at himself mostly— he has yet again ignored the wisdom God tried to bestow him with, such a rookie mistake has costed him you. Loving aloud never came easy to him as it did after death. The goodbyes, the ‘I’m sorry’s and the ‘I love you’ that stayed stuck in his pharynx never got to see the light of day before it was too late. Izuku. And now you as well; but what could he do? He’ll hold hands tighter, look at their faces longer, so he doesn't lose yet another person in his life from his stubborn, stubborn decisions.

At first, he wanted to rage at you. At last somebody who had their naivety and innocence stolen and robbed away like he had been was allowed to hold his heart; intricate hands that have seen bloodshed, your breath heavy and warm from maroon responsibility.

But he couldn’t. How could he?

#bakugou headcanons #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou x you #angst #bakugo katuski #katsukibakugou #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #boku no hero acedamia #dynamight #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #hurt/comfort #sy.katsuki

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pinkgorecat · 6 months

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Hole in the Ground

Derek Goffard x Reader

Warnings: Rape/Non-con Elements, Mind Rape, Mind Manipulation, Kidnapping, Loss of Virginity, Forced smoking, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Tom harm (I’m sorry my little baby), Dumbification, Burning, Classicism, Praise Kink, AFAB reader, She/her pronouns, Hurt No Comfort, Reader is only referred to as she/her/hers, Begging, Stabbing, Breeding, Not Beta Read

Can also be found on my A03 @sponkynun :3!!

The cave door creaks open, and a plume of dust kicks up from the floor. She enters and shuts the door swiftly, pressing it back into place and hearing the latch click behind her. She rushes to Tom, who is laying on the dusty cave floor. He isn’t looking too good.

“Tom? Tom?” She asks worriedly, “Please wake up, it’s me.”

Tom slowly starts to regain consciousness, he looks at her lazily.

“I…I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.” He confesses, and tries to stand on his feet.

The cave entrance opens roughly, pebbles clatter onto the floor. The two scramble to hide in the small space, but it’s in vain.

The ‘scorpion’ is back, baseball bat in hand. His blonde bang wavers in the cool night breeze, and his chest heaves with anger.

“What the FUCK?” He seethes, “why the fuck are you with MY property?”

His attention is focused on Tom, who tries to scurry away. He gets only a few feet, as Derek saunters over to him. Derek swings and smashes Tom’s left hand with the bat. Everyone in the room can hear the crunch of his delicate bones. Tom squeals in pain, recoiling his hand to his chest. He looks up at Derek with raw fear.

Derek scoffs, “Get out… GET OUT!”

Tom scrambles to his feet, and looks at his fellow captive. She’s standing near the ‘table’, but on the wrong side to try and make a run for the entrance.

“Don’t look at her, you fucking weasel. Get out of this fucking hole in the ground before I change my mind.” Derek snaps, as he turns his attention to her.

Tom silently sobs, and he uses his unbroken hand to push the cave entrance open. Fleeing into the open desert.

Derek smirks down at her, he holds his bat threateningly over his shoulder. He sees her tears pour down her cheeks, and takes note of her worried expression. But she’s obviously not looking at Derek, her attention is focused on the cave entry…on Tom. Derek can feel something rising in him, a childlike jealousy that makes his words catch in the back of his throat.

“How sweet,” Derek hisses, “Don’t cry, that idiot is getting off so much easier than you are.”

His words obviously do little to comfort her, in fact they make her feel even worse. She refocuses her attention onto her captor. Glaring at him, trying not to give away how terrified she is. He pulls out a pack of expensive cigarettes from his coat pocket, and bites the butt of a cigarette into his mouth. Never moving his bat from his shoulder. He shoves the pack back into his pocket, and lights the small stick.

Derek takes a long drag, and blows the smoke into her face. To his surprise she doesn’t cough, she doesn’t try to move her way out of the smoke cloud. She just looks at the cave floor, at the pebbles, inhaling the secondhand smoke.

“You’re…very oblivious, you know that?” He beguiles. “ I bet that’s how those freaks from the auction got you there, I bet you didn’t even see them. They just grabbed you, before you could even notice. You’re kinda…dumb.” He flicks some of the ash onto her hair.

“You didn’t even see me following you to this cave. I mean, you practically invited me in.” He laughs sardonically, and she can see the rage wash over his features in an instant, “to this disgusting hole in the ground, with your weasel of a boyfriend. Did you let him take your virginity? Just so I wouldn’t get what I’m owed?”

She looks puzzled for a second, he can’t really mean Tom? The man looks like he’s four steps away from dying of thirst. Exerting any energy on something like that feels more than pointless. She looks back into his eyes, and knows he expects an answer.

“What?” She asks exasperatedly, “No, he-we didn’t do anything.”

Derek doesn’t say anything, but his features soften just a little. He flicks more ash onto her, and can see her eyeing his cigarette. He smirks.

“You want one?” He beguiles again. His voice is sickly sweet, yet obviously filled with venom.

Despite every fiber of her being screaming no, she reaches out for the new cigarette Derek lit just for her, before she can grasp it he jerks it away from her slightly.

“Ah, ah, two rules: You have to finish all of it, and if I even think that you’re going to try and burn me, I will bash your skull into the floor. Are we clear?” He grins, ear to ear. It’s still not enough to turn her away from the comfort of a cigarette. She nods her head, but it’s obvious he wants a verbal answer.

“Yes.” She says dejectedly. Reaching again for the cigarette, but he pulls it just out of reach from her again.

“Yes, what?” Derek arches his brow as he asks.

She can’t tell what he wants her to tack on. She’s not a mind reader, and even if she were, Derek would still be a challenge.

“Yes please, sir.” She’s mortified, more-so when that creepy look washes over his face. He reaches the cigarette back out, and she’s finally able to take it from him.

“Wow!” He chimes, “that was very well behaved of you.”

She takes a long drags off her cigarette, eyeing Derek closely. She tries to keep the cigarette pointed away from him at all times.

“Hmmm..” he hums, reaching out to tossle her hair like an animal, “look at you…I found you. When the third day came, and I couldn’t find you, I seriously thought you escaped me. I think I gave you way too much credit.”

“What are you going to do to me?” She quivers, and she can see rage wash over his features again.

His harsh slap echoes off the cave walls and leaves a stinging patch on her cheek. She looks up at him pathetically.

“Don’t fucking talk unless I want you to, bitch.” He seethes. She takes the last puff of her cigarette and puts it out on the cave floor.

“Hmm. Have another.” He takes the pack from his pocket and lights another. Holding it to her lips this time.

“It wasn’t a question.” He warns, taking note of her hesitance. She immediately puts the cigarette into her mouth, grateful he gave her any warning at all.

“Finish it without taking it out of your mouth.” Derek chuckles. He pats her stinging cheek a little too roughly.

She holds it in the corner of her mouth and tries to only inhale oxygen through her nose. She’s significantly slower at smoking it this time, and Derek is beginning to grow impatient.

“Come on! Hurry up. There’s like…6 more in here!” He yells, and taps his bat threateningly against the cave floor.

She takes deeper inhales, and finishes the rest in under a minute. Before she can take it out of her mouth, Derek nabs the cigarette from her.

“Give me your hand…” he says impatiently, “or I’ll break it, just like I did to him.”

Derek rests the bat behind him. She puts out her hand for him, and watches in horror as he presses the lit cigarette butt into her skin. She screams in pain and tries to jerk away, but his firm grasp keeps her in place. Her skin sears and blisters against the ash until it’s finally put out. She shakily takes her hand back and looks at the damage. The skin is red, puffy in some parts and blistering in others.

“More.” He says curtly. Handing her two cigarettes at once.

She looks at Derek, bewildered. She can’t tell if he wants her to say anything.

“May I speak, please?” She asks quietly, swallowing every last ounce of dignity she has left.

His face lights up, “ Only because you’re being so good for me.” She curses herself for the way her heart flutters at his praise.

“Please, no more, it’s starting to irritate my cut on my…tongue..” She trails off, realizing as soon as the words leave her mouth that he’s not going to take any pity on her. As if he could ever feel empathy for anyone.

“Aww, it hurts?” Derek mocks, “Don’t you know what the word all means? Or are you that stupid?”

She can only look at the ground in response.

“Show it to me, now.” Derek demands.

She looks up at him pathetically, and he revels in it. She opens her mouth and slowly shows him the scab beginning to form. It’s a grotesque, painful, permanent, reminder of what he had done to her in the open desert. Derek runs his thumb over the healing wound, she whines in pain, but she dares not to move away from him.

“Haha, you’ve still got that pathetic look all over your face.” He gleams, “now take these fucking cigarettes, my hand is getting tired.”

She takes them from him, and puts them in her mouth for him to light. He reminds her not to use her hands again. Her strategy for inhaling oxygen is ruined by the second cigarette.

She lets out an exasperated cough as she finishes the first quarter of the two cigarettes.

“You’re lucky I’m even letting you smoke these. Do you know how expensive these are? I bet you couldn’t even afford them on your own.” Derek sighs.

The insult cuts a little bit deeper than it should. Obviously Derek had to be from money. He literally bought her in an auction, but being all but called poor by this sick freak really stung. He was expecting a ‘thank you’. She could read it all over his face, and in the way that he eased just a bit of pressure off his bat. Ready to swing it again.

“Thank you.” she mumbles, trying to keep the cigarettes pressed between her lips as she says it. She gags on the thick smoke again as it billows from her mouth and nose.

“Aww, you’re such a good girl,” he cooes, “but I guess the dumb ones are always the best behaved.”

Her loud coughs fill the room, and she accidentally lets a cigarette slip from her lips. Derek rewards her with another painful slap, it echos off the cave walls. He puts the cigarette back in her mouth.

“Thank you.” She says passively.

Derek laughs snidely. Even standing over her as she kneels on the floor is enough of a power trip for him. But he barely has to do any work, and she was already using her manners for him. It makes his cock twitch to think about it. He watches intently as she chokes down the last of the cigarettes.

“Hand.” He says, jutting his open palm, and putting the bat behind himself again. She screws her eyes shut and she reaches her burnt hand to him, along with the cigarette butts.

“Beg me to stop. Cry for me.” He grins.

He doesn’t have to ask twice. He probably doesn’t have to ask at all. She looks up at him, fearful of his next move.

“Please, please stop. I’m begging you, please have mercy on me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, please don’t burn me again. I-it hurts so much, I’m begging you, please.” She chokes out. Her tears fall in puddles onto the dry floor. She tries to never break eye contact with him.

“Haha!” He cackles, loosening his grip just a bit, “You’re good at that! Just like when I fucked your throat. Where’d you learn how to do that?”

“You…” She whispers, her voice quivers.

“Aww, you’re kinda cute.” He cooes, but his hand re-tightens its grip, and he thrusts the cigarettes on to her skin again. They sear the same spot on her hand, but are put out much quicker. She wails in pain, almost doubling over onto her other hand. There’s black marks on her skin, and she can’t tell if it’s charred flesh or ash from her cigarettes. When she examines it, she can see where parts of her skin are almost melting together. Shallow craters form in her flesh, it almost looks fake.

“Please stop!” She cries, “please, I’ll do anything!”

“Quiet.” He grumbles and flicks the cigarette butts across the cave.

“I’m bored now.” Derek sighs, his hands return to his baseball bat, “Get on that…table thing.”

She gets onto the table, it’s hard and shockingly cold. She sits and suddenly feels a slight jab on her stomach. The knife! She had almost forgotten it, she prays Derek can’t see its wavy outline in her shirt.

But he can, his eyes immediately move to it.

“Aw….what do you have there?” He cooes, and quickly snatches the knife before she has any time to react.

“What…What the FUCK!” He growls. Derek shoves her down into a lying position on the stone table. The force he exerts whacks her head against the table, and disorients her for a moment.

He holds the knife in front of her accusingly.

“Did you think you were gonna’ stab me?” Derek cackles, “You are such a bitch! Where were you going to stab me, you little slut?”

“I wasn’t!” She lies, sobbing at the knife that is now pressed against her throat. She’s almost unable to form a coherent sentence with the way her head is spinning.

His smirk is full of malice as he presses the tip of the blade into her skin. Her flesh bends at the slight force, and eventually spreads itself around the very tip of the blade.

She whimpers at the stinging sensation. Derek’s silence is telling, his lustful gaze is even louder.

“Please,” she sobs, “don’t kill me. I swear, I wasn’t going to stab you.”

Derek eases up the pressure of the knife, but doesn’t remove it from her neck. He uses his freehand to lift up her thin tank top, exposing her breasts to the cold cave air. But she doesn’t have time to think about how embarrassing this is, she’s still so focused on groveling.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you,” She whimpers, “please, please forgive me.”

Derek jerks the knife away, now aiming at the center of her chest. His grin is evil, and spreads almost from ear to ear.

“Liar.” He says flatly, as he drives the blade into her skin, not deep enough to be a stab, just enough to slice through her skin. A pained scream erupts from her lips and her whole body tenses. Derek grabs a fistful of her hair and forces her to watch as he slices her.

At first his cuts seem unplanned and uncoordinated. He moves the knife around roughly, and each time he lifts and pierces her skin again it somehow hurts more. The cuts aren’t shallow, but only some are deep enough to warrant stitches. Blood oozes from each wound and smears across her chest.

“Stop bleeding everywhere, you’re messing me up.” Derek seethes.

She can only whine loudly in response. Any words would just come out as a broken, jumbled mess.

Derek finally sets the knife down, and takes a moment to appreciate his handiwork. He watches how her tears roll down her cheeks, and down her neck.

“Look. Do you know what that says?” He asks sweetly, as if he were teaching a child to read. His sudden change in demeanor almost gives her whiplash.

She shakes her head no, and Derek whips out his phone and takes a picture of her cuts. The flash of his camera is bright and feels almost blinding to her. He turns his phone around proudly.

She squints her eyes to look at the picture, but doesn’t even see the cuts at first. Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes he’s one of the only people that have ever seen her like this. Definitely the only person to have a picture of it.

“What does it say, can you not read?” He beguiles, and underneath his feigned sweetness is a sickening amount of arousal.

While she most definitely can read, the blood smeared across her chest and oozing from her cuts is not making it very easy. But after staring at it for a minute she’s able to make it out.

‘Property Of Derek Goffard.’

“No..” she chokes out a heavy sob. This sick fuck mutilated her, carved his name into her. If she even survived this long enough to get a partner, what were they going to say when they saw that?

“Now, everybody will always know you belong to me.” Derek hums. He delicately rests a hand on the open wounds at first. His hand squelches against the blood, and it coats his palm. He brings it up to his face to inspect it.

Tears stream down her face violently as she watches him lick her blood off his palm.

“Stop, stop, stop.” She repeats. Her head shakes no, and he lowers his hand to her face.

“Clean it.” He says coldly, his eyes half lidded in boredom.

“Fuck you!” She sobs, and tries to push herself up to smack his hand away.

She misses his hand and instead collides with his shoulder, he feels much more muscular than he appears. Especially with his slightly oversized coat hiding his arm.

“Fucking bitch!” Derek yaps, he’s unfazed by the hit, only upset that she’s disobeying him. He chuckles a little, out of a weird mix of anger, pity, and egocentrism.

“Aww, are you dehydrated or something? Did I not give you enough water? I didn’t even feel that.” He smiles. He thrusts his fingers to her lips.

“Drink up.” He cooes. He can feel the power rushing to his head.

She can’t hold back any sobs, even though she knows it’s only exciting him more.

She sticks out her tongue to lick her blood from his fingers. She wraps her lips around them, and sucks them clean.

“Better?” He feigns, and wipes the spit on his fingers onto her face.

Obviously it isn’t, blood can’t rehydrate her, but she feels the need to nod her head so he doesn’t make her drink more of it.

“Please, let me go.” She begs, even though it’s pointless. She hopes he will leave her like their last encounter.

“Shut up. You have something that belongs to me.” Derek barks, and slaps her across her face once more .

He eyes her crotch, covered by those uncomfortable grey boxer briefs. She immediately feels self conscious of his gaze and presses her legs together. Only drawing his attention to it more.

He waves the knife around threateningly, “Hmm, spread them.”

She violently shakes her head in disapproval, “No, no, please.”

Without a second thought he aggressively stabs her thigh. It goes all the way in, up to the hilt. A broken scream escapes her lips, as she feels the knife tear through her skin, fat and muscle.

“Fuck!” She cries out, “you fucking bastard!”

Pain explodes behind her eyes, it feels like every single nerve is on fire. It makes her dry heave, and curl up defensively. He’s pleased with the way she cowers at his hands. He’s not even mad she cursed at him, rather disrespectfully. He’s only enamored by her reaction. Derek taps the end of the knife with his fingers, and chuckles at her reaction. Her pain coated whimpers flood the cave.

“Do it, or I’ll stab you again.” He orders, and she can tell he’s more than happy to do it again.

With teary eyes she slowly spreads her shaking thighs apart. The movement alone makes her feel like she’s being stabbed again.

“Please don’t do this.” She begs.

Derek reaches out and slides his finger along the rough cotton fabric, right against her folds. It feels scratchy against her and she whimpers in discomfort.

“Stop. Please don’t, please don’t touch me.” She sobs quietly. She tries to stop herself from jerking away from him. Knowing it will just make him more volatile, and irritate the knife sticking out of her leg.

Derek again finds himself internally surprised. He usually would feel much more upset with her insubordination.

“Fuck,” he gruffs, his voice is sticky with lust, “I can’t even focus on being mad at you with all those cute noises you’re making.”

“Does your leg hurt?” He asks. His fake-sweet voice makes her stomach churn. He puts his hand on the handle of the knife.

Before she can give any response he tears the knife out of her leg. Blood that once slowly seeped from her wound now pours onto the cave table.

The scream that follows is inhuman, if Derek hadn’t seen her mouth open he could’ve sworn it was a wild animal outside. She places her hand over the wound quickly. She tries to apply as much pressure as possible, but her blood seeps from between her fingers.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m,” She pauses, “I’m gonna’ die.”

She can feel herself becoming lightheaded from the blood loss. She feels like she barely has the energy to cry, and her sobs just come out as a broken, pained groan.

“I’m going to die.” She weeps. After she had made it so far. Surviving so much in these short three days, she’s really just going to die in this dank cave.

Derek can’t help but let out a genuine laugh. The kind of laugh that makes his stomach start to hurt. He almost doubles over and cackles on the cave floor.

“Haha, oh my god. No, you’re not going to die.” He removes his bandana, and finds a long, straight piece of rock on the floor. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

He’s almost purring. The sight of her blood is so arousing for him, it’s distracting. Derek slides his bandana around the fat of her thigh and uses the rock to make a makeshift tourniquet. The pouring of blood slows to a slight trickle. His sudden concern for her life, even if it’s for purely selfish reasons, is almost brain-washing. Accompanied by how light-headed, and out of it she feels, it seems he's put her under a spell.

“Thank you.” She fawns, and he can tell her words are sincere.

Derek doesn't reply, and he doesn’t really care. He’s too focused on how her blood seems to sparkle in the dim lighting. He delves his fingers into the pools of it on the table. He raises his hand to his mouth to again lick the mess off. She knows his preoccupation with her blood is a horrific omen, but it still disgustingly makes her excited that he enjoys such an intimate part of her.

Derek runs his index finger over her stab wound. She hisses through her teeth at the stinging sensation he’s reawakening. She tries to stifle a cry as he pushes the tip of his finger into the wound.

“Don’t be quiet now,” he flashes a devious grin at her, “I want to hear you scream.”

He pushes his finger deeper into her battered leg. She wails at the sudden intrusion. It burns her skin and the original pain is amplified by his sadistic actions. She’s unable to hold back any whines.

“Please?” She begs pathetically.

She feels almost winded, and she can feel how flushed her face is. Despite every other part of her body feeling cold, like she wasn’t even attached to it anymore. She can feel her head becoming fuzzier, and it lolls to the side as she slips into a gentle unconsciousness.

Derek’s rough tapping on her cheek startled her from her peaceful daze.

“Hey! Hey, what’s your problem?” Derek asks anxiously. In her drained state she can almost convince herself he is worried about her. But deep inside herself, she knows he sees her as an object. Her life has no real meaning to him.

“Are you seriously fucking dying? Already?” Derek barks, lashing out like a small child about to throw a tantrum. She can make out the frustration all over his face. He looks like he’s shaking from how angry he is.

“No! I’m alive.” She said worriedly, her speech sounds distorted, cloudy, it feels almost delayed.

His hand flies to her waist, and he leans over her figure. The strands of his blonde hair tickle the skin of her face.

“You don’t get to die until I want you to.” He whispers to her.

“Dumb bitches like you, you don’t want to have to think for yourself. It’s so much easier to let me choose for you. Isn’t that right?” Derek asks, his hand moves up to caress her cheek.

The foggy part of her brain is screaming at her reminding her how degrading this is. She’s so disoriented though, and has been stuck in fight or flight since he brought her here. It feels good to let go.

“I…yes. I don’t want to choose anymore.” She mumbles, her throat gets tight. If she had any tears left, they’d be pooling at the corners of her eyes.

“Beg. Beg me to own you. Beg me to let you be the dumb bitch you are.” Derek says excitedly, his hand moves from her cheek to his cock. It’s rock hard and throbs every time he catches a glimpse of the ‘memories’ he’s inflicted on her.

“Please,” she whines, and she can hear him unzip his pants, “don’t make me think anymore. Please just let me be dumb. Please just don’t make me think, and don’t kill me.”

Derek revels in the way her words seem to fall from her lips. They’re unplanned, unfiltered and so pathetic. He wonders if she knows just how pathetic she’s being.

In a moment that feels too fast for her, his pants are off. Discarded onto the cold cave floor. He yanks her upwards, so that only her head lays off the dirt table. She groans at the sudden movement. He positions her head between his thighs, his long erection rests gently on her face.

She gets the memo and parts her lips. Derek impatiently presses his length into her mouth. It doesn’t take long for the tip to fill up her mouth, then to fill up her throat. She feels how she’s struggling for air, but can’t manage to even tap him and silently beg him for a breath.

“I think it’d be nice to see you die on my cock. Should I suffocate you?” Derek purrs, finally thrusting the entirety of his cock down her throat.

She’s too weak to fight back, too scared to bite him. The slow oxygen deprivation burns her lungs and she desperately gags on his cock for air. A particularly violent gag causes more spit to coat the length of his cock. His hands twist around her neck into a choke hold, her throat was already tight but when he thrusts again the added pressure draws a moan from his lips.

It’s sloppy, needy, and loud. Even in her delirious state, she recognizes it. She can even recognize the disgust she feels when it makes her ache for him. His thrusts are shallow, testing how tight the addition of his hands is. They finally settle into a pace, and seeing her face turn to a shade of bright red excites him more.

“Look at me.” He orders.

She opens her eyes, and can’t hide the lustful look on her face. All her pain feels mellowed, she can only focus on the lack of oxygen, and wanting him to feel good.

“You are nothing.” He moans. “You’re such a stupid cunt.”

Spit drips from the corners of her mouth and sticks stray hairs to her face. Derek uses his grip to slide her head up and down his cock. The saliva her gag reflex is producing creates a thick coating of lubrication. Derek shudders as he lowers her down on it again. His thrusts squelch, she makes a lewd noise every time he rests too deep for too long. The choking sends vibrations up his length. He lowers her again, painfully slow. She can feel every last bit of oxygen escaping her again.

She gasps raggedly, the color slowly comes back to her face and she pants, and gazes up at him. The light in her eyes seems dimmer. She looks like a puppet, brainwashed, broken.

“Good girl.” He pants. He seems pleased, but his violent aura never dissipates.

“Thank you.” She says slavishly. Internally fighting to stay on his ‘good side’.

He smirks coldly, and moves away from her head, down to her battered thigh. He lets his dick slap against her open wound. It becomes coated in blood, and splatters droplets over the pair.

Derek has the urge to press his cock into the open wound. To listen to her scream as he rips it open wider around his painful erection. His fun however, it can’t be over yet. Irritating a wound like that with something as girthy as his cock would mean a much quicker death. He was surprised that fingering it hadn’t killed her, he couldn’t really afford to take more chances.

Against his better judgment he presses the tip against it, just a bit. The wound is barely affected by the new pressure. She hisses, but the pain feels so much duller than it did previously.

“No, not my leg, please.” She whines desperately.

Derek cackles, “What happened to not thinking anymore? You told me I get to choose.”

He applies more pressure to her pained leg, and she curses at the awful sensation.

“Aw, does it hurt? Should I just rape you instead?” He asks rhetorically.

Her head is swimming. Neither option is in any way pleasant, but dying still feels worse. She can’t bring herself to suggest either. She weeps dryly, waiting for him to steal the decision from her.

“You don’t get to choose.” Derek says impatiently.

He tears a hole in the rough gray fabric that covers her sex. Embarrassment crashes over her, and so does a strong sense of fear. Derek pauses, and just stares at her. It makes her more uncomfortable than if he were to just say something. He’s studying her, as if she were some scientific experiment.

“Don’t look.” She whimpers, trying to muster the strength to cover herself.

“Stop fucking telling me what to do!” Derek shouts. His face has a tinge of red to it, and he’s shaking again. His blonde hair is disheveled and falls into his eyes.

He smacks her pussy, and watches the way it jiggles. It isn’t particularly rough, as though he’s still examining her. She still squeaks at his touch. She fights to keep her pleas back, not wanting to upset him further.

He giggles, “I just realized you’re all shaved, did that bastard from the auction shave you?”

She can’t help but wonder why he’s so jealous, why does he really care? What did any of it matter? She knows he wants an answer.

“No, I did it.” She pauses, “before.”

He seems pleased with her response.

“Aw, am I going to steal your virginity from someone?” He teases, and flicks her clit.

“From me you fucking asshole!” She weeps, and she can feel her tears returning. Every tear that falls is a silent plea to god.

Derek can’t help but laugh callously. His eyes wide with excitement at the resumption of her crying.

“This isn't fair, this isn’t fair..” She cries, mostly to herself.

He laughs again, watching her break was just so funny to him.

“That’s now how the world works.” He laughs, “fair, not fair, it doesn’t fucking matter. All that matters to you now is what I want. No one is going to save you. I’m gonna’ fuck you, and then I’m going to kill you.”

He ends his sentence by shoving two fingers into her opening. He slides them around, she’s barely lubricated so it doesn’t feel good. He roughly slides his fingers around, exploring her most vulnerable and private area.

“Please, please no more” She weeps.

Derek ignores her and starts to settle into a rhythmic pace. He slides his fingers as deep as they can go, and scissors them open. She can’t hold back a small moan that escapes her lips every time he opens them.

“You fucking slut. You’re getting wet from this?” Derek barks out a laugh.

“I, I…” she trails off, her mind hazy from fear, lust, and blood loss.

She mewls around his fingers, and a slickness starts to form as he begins to move at a much faster pace. Derek pulls out the knife again, and without warning begins to slice her non-stabbed leg. She screams in a mix of ecstasy and agony.

“Please, please stop. Please? I’m sorry, please no more.” She babbles incoherently. Her hands move to cover her eyes.

Her begging only excites him more, without warning he rips his fingers out. Replacing them with his large cock at her entrance.

“No! No, no!” She cries as she feels him begin to force his way into her walls.

“Shut up whore! I know you want it!” Derek laughs, barely pressing the tip in. “Oh fuck, beg me to rape you.”

“What?” She asks, bewildered.

“Do it, or I’ll fuck your leg and let you bleed out. That’ll hurt more than me killing you with that bat.”

He laughs and cups her face.

“Please, don’t fuck my leg.” She sobs

“You dumb bitch! Are you even Listening? You know what I said.” Derek spits.

“Please,” she has to force the words out of her mouth, “ Please rape me. Take my virginity, just not my leg? I’m begging you, please, I’m scared.”

He stills for a moment. Before she can feel any sense of relief or dread he shoves himself in farther. A broken scream falls from her lips, and blood coats the half of his cock that’s inside of her.

“You really are a virgin!” Derek gasps a laugh, and thrusts into her shallowly.

She closes her eyes and begins to dissociate. She tries to focus on something, anything but the way he feels inside of her. Derek presses harder and is able to fit most of himself in. He wraps his hand around her neck as he begins a long stroke. Derek’s hips snap forward, and the force makes her rock underneath him.

“I want to watch you cry.” Derek moans, and uses his free hand to seat hers away from her face.

He thrusts more, they’re sloppy and with no real rhythm. She wonders how this can even feel good for him.

“Derek, stop.” She chokes out.

Derek tightens his grip around her neck, and thrusts harder. Her juices cover his shaved pubic area. He’s gripping her throat so tightly she can make any noise, each thrust in feels like he’s squeezing her tighter.

The pain of her virgin hole being forced open is beginning to subside, thanks to the lubrication of her arousal and the blood coming from her.

“Stick out your tongue.” He commands, and through the haze of oxygen deprivation she obeys. Fearful of the punishment that would result from her insubordination.

“You,” he grunts as shoves himself as deep as possible, “you look so fucking stupid. You’re my dumb slut.”

His moans are breathy and loud. The lewd sounds of slapping skin and squelching echo off the cave walls. His grip loosens and she’s able to gasp in a large breath.

“Say it. Say you’re my dumb slut.” Derek groans.

Maybe it’s the throbbing pain in her head, the lack of oxygen or the blood loss. But she can’t stop herself from moaning. She feels a pit in her stomach begin to form.

“I’m your dumb slut!” The words fall out in between involuntary moans from her violent orgasm. They sound like they’re coming from someone else. She definitely couldn’t have just said that out loud.

“Fuck, did you just cum from this?” He groans as he feels her shudder around him. His thrusts become impatiently fast. His hand returns to her neck as he snaps in and out of her.

“Fuck, fuck I’m going to cum inside you.” Derek grunts.

She has no energy to beg him not to, she just lays there and feels Derek’s cock throbbing inside her. With a last, particularly deep, thrust he comes undone inside her. He shudders and breathes raggedly. His grip loosens around her throat and he pulls out. Their juices fall out unceremoniously onto the cave table. She whines at the sudden emptiness, and curses herself for subconsciously wanting him back inside.

“Get the fuck up.” He demands, and the reality of her situation sinks in. He grabs the once discarded bat off the floor. She musters the last of her energy to push herself off the table and into a kneeling position on the floor.

The stab wound and her chest wounds ache from the movement. She buries her face in her hands and sobs. She feels pathetic, sitting on the floor and not even trying to fight back. What is there to do, she can barely move.

“Hey, hey!” Derek’s fingers snapping pull her from her thoughts.

“He’s almost here, get ready.” Derek barks. She’s confused, who was coming?

The man in the dog-ish mask bursts through the door. He’s covered in blood, and without asking she knows exactly which captive it belongs to. The smell of Jack’s cigarettes makes her nauseous as he circles her slowly.

“You really want to keep it?” Jack asks. Before she can question, Derek sighs.

“Shut up and grab her!” Derek huffs, crossing his arms impatiently.

“No, please, just do it already.” She weeps as jack manhandles her. He throws her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing.

Derek strides up to her and pats her cheek roughly again.

“I don’t think I’m finished with you yet.” He says slyly.

Somehow, that makes her feel worse.

#gatobob #tpof #minors dni #boyfriend to death #derek goffard #derek tpof #tpof derek #derek goffard x reader #tpof fanfic #the price of flesh #the price of flesh fanfic

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tomieafterdark · 1 year

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neow... im gonna need a p 2 of this cuzzzz...

pairing: fem!reader x bully!Eren

cw: use of brat, good girl and princess, fingering (anal and vaginal), exhibitionism (did I even spell that right..).

part one 🍧

masterlist 🍒

…part two 💌

You were just staring at the floor. That idiot Eren really went and got a janitor when he could’ve pulled you out himself, you are sure you flashed the janitor a few times wile they were getting you out…“And why isn’t me leaving you alone, I’m out now he can leave…” you thought to yourself.

Eren was enjoying the shame and shock on your face, the look of trying to process what had just happened and simultaneously wanting to run away and never think about what happened. He wanted more, what had happened didn’t satisfy him it just awakened something more terrible and sadistic in him.

The janitor looks at Eren with a concerned look. “Is she okay now..?”

Eren puts on his nice fellow student mask and it has the janitor so fooled. “Yeah, I think she will be okay but I should probably drive her home.”

“Yes you do that, you’re such a good classmate looking out for her. We need more students like you” the janitor says and smiles at Eren.

“Come on y/n. I’ll drive you home. You can’t walk home like this, you’re a mess.” He coos at you with his gross fake concern that somehow has the whole world fooled. If they only knew..

Somehow Eren and the Janitor force you to go home with Eren. It’s so uncomfortable to walk with him especially because it got so windy suddenly, fuck even the wind gods seem to be on his side today because sometimes the wind blows too hard lifting your skirt up giving Eren a perfect view as he walks behind you.

“Alright Eren which one is your dumb car?” You say as you glare at him.

He just smirks in return, walks up to his car and opens the door for you. “Get in princess.”

Eren calling you princess makes you want to squeeze your legs together, it makes you want to grind on something or someone..

“Y/n how long do you want me to hold this fucking door for you? Get in brat.”

You quickly get in and put on your seatbelt, his car is nice inside and out you gotta give him that.

“You like?” Eren smirks at you.

“Guess it’s okay” you reply in an uninterested tone.

“Such a brat, is it not expensive enough for you? Want me to drive home and pick another car?”

You had almost forgotten how rich this asshole was thanks to his dads medicine company, he bought cars like they were cheap toys. After driving out of the college parking lot and general town area, he drives off to the highway. You’re kind of panicked because you really want to go home. “Eren what the fuck I live 10 mins from the college why are we on the highway?”

“Y/n I had so much fun with you today, I just didn’t want our day to end so soon. We should seriously get to know each other more..” that last bit of his sentence sent chills down your spine. It made you feel hazy but remembering how deep his fingers reached earlier and the orgasm you had makes you squeeze your legs again.

Before you can think any further, he speeds up to 125 miles per hour, with cars everywhere on the highway rendering you quite speechless. You’re grasping onto anything in the car at this point, Eren is anything but a safe driver. You shoot him a worried look, but in return he just gives you a cold look and drives faster.

“Eren!” You finally get out. “You’re gonna get us in an accident what the fuck, and stop slaloming between the cars at such a high speed!! Are you trying to die today and bring me with you??”

“Relax y/n. I’d never put you in any danger..” he replies in a cold tone as he puts a hand on your knee while continuing to drive faster and faster. That hand on your knee has your bare pussy clenching and dripping. You remember that idiot took your thong earlier and pray to whoever is listening that you don’t drip all over the seat.

Eren knows exactly what you’re feeling, he’s done this with plenty of girls before. He knows for a fact you’ll drip all over the place, it’s exactly what he wants.

You both suddenly hear police sirens, Eren’s wild ride seems to end here. You’re so relieved, maybe they’ll offer to drive you home since Eren broke so many traffic rules on the highway alone..

He drives off to the side of the road as the police car follows. You feel so relieved and happy when you see the officer get out and come up to Eren’s window.

“Oh Mr.Yeager..how are you doing on this lovely evening?” The officer says, completely dismissing what Eren just did. You wait and see, maybe he is just being nice before the big blow?

“I’m good, we’re both good actually he says and gives a nod to your direction. I’m just driving my friend here to the Taco Bell outside of town, they have the new wild cherry slush and she really wants it.” You want to scream and yell, tell them it’s not true and point out the obvious: he can’t fucking drive safely.. but you just stare at the road ahead of in shock you because you can’t believe how everyone is so up Eren’s ass.

“Alright, just drive safely there Mr.Yeager.” The officer smiles.

Eren hands him an envelope, and the officers face lights up. “Yeah I’ll drive slowly, thank you officer. Have a good evening.”

“You too, say hello to your dad from me!” Is the last thing the officer says as he walks back to his car and soon drives off into the distance. Eren just looks at you with a sadistic look, like he knows he has power over everyone, like he knows you’ve realised that by now.

He essentially drives off the highway, and intentionally picks the worst road to your destination. It’s an old road with lots of bumps and not a car in sight. He drives slow at first but speeds up little by little, every bump causing you to jump in your seat. The bumping turns constant and you start to feel strange sensations from it, you almost let a moan out.

Eren is liking this way too much, the way your beautiful tits jiggle with each bump, the look on your face when the bumping starts to feel a little too good.

You try to keep quiet and pretend you’re not getting more wet as every second passes, pretending you’re not longing for his fingers stretching you out with every bump. You see the Taco Bell logo in the distance. It’s over soon, you push back all the desires and pent up energy. You’d be home soon, you just get that stupid slush with Eren and then this would be over.

The line in the driveway is long. It must be all those new products, this is the only Taco Bell in the area that has gotten them so far. While you wait in line, Eren tells you to unbuckle your seatbelt and sit on his thigh. You’re so tired you just do as you’re told, what else could you even do now?

When you get up to sit on him he glances at your seat, it’s glistening. You really were dripping. He gladly guides your hips back and forth as you’re on his thigh, causing you to moan out. You’re so frustrated, he can feel your pussy clenching on his thigh.

Eren is not nice enough to let you cum yet, not like this. He keeps teasing you on his thighs, with you whimpering and letting out small pleads and begging for him to let you cum. He just keeps toying with you. But when it’s your turn to order, he has you pushing your head out the car window telling you to order two wild cherry slushes and whatever else you want.

“Welcome to Taco Bell what can I get you?”

Just as you’re about to reply, he sticks two fingers in your wet dripping cunt causing you to moan in reply.

“I didn’t quite get that! What would you guys like to order??”

Eren is playing with your clit while stretching your cunt out with his two long and big fingers. You’re clenching on his fingers, with legs shaking. You can barely keep your balance at this point, you feel close to having the same orgasm as you had earlier in the locker. But he stops and lets you order, not because he is nice but this wouldn’t be embarrassing enough.

“T-two wild cherry slushes please.”

“Will that be all then?”

“Uhm, yes.”

“Alright head on over to the next window then!”

Eren hands you his card and tells you to pay and get the slushes, in the same exact position you’re in right now. Your heart drops, surely he couldn’t have planned to make you cum in front of the Taco Bell workers?? You feel his fingers digging deep inside you again as his other fingers work your clit. You just want to sink down on his fingers, they feel so fucking good.

“E-eren” you whimper.

“Focus on the order princess you can cry out for me later.” He says coldly.

And now you’re at the next window, just as you’re about to hand them Eren’s card you have a clitoral orgasm causing you to tremble and almost drop the card. The workers are not blind or stupid they know exactly what he is doing to you, they just roll their eyes and focus on the task. You’re so fucking embarrassed, but as they take time with the order your attention is back fully on Eren.

“I can’t take this- Eren please!” You cry out silently so no one can hear you.

Eren slaps your ass really hard in return. “Focus on the order and stop being a brat or I’ll make this even harder for you.” He shoves a finger in your ass while continuing to dig in your cunt.

You feel so close, you can hear your own cunt and the squelching sounds. What really does it is when he shoves a third finger in, stretching you out so good you nearly lost your mind. When the Taco Bell worker hands you Eren’s card and your order you gush all over Eren. You can’t hold it in.

“Aa-h! T-thank you- aah!” You say pretending nothing is going on even though the worker can clearly hear what Eren is doing. To make it worse he slaps your ass hard one last time before driving off causing you to moan and cuss. “Such a goor girl, handling the order all by yourself.” He smirks. You’re still shaking from the orgasm you just had, brain so empty you barely hear what else he is saying to you. You just want to sit down.

Before you do anything Eren cleans you and the seat up as much as he can, and hands you a slush. The slush was perfect after what just happened, it’s calm cold and relaxing.

You didn’t even notice how late it was, how dark it was outside. Your mother must be so worried.

“I have to call my mom..Eren where did you put my bag??”

“Don’t worry princess I told her you’ll be staying over at my place for the night” he smirks.

“So where’s my phone?? Can I have it??”

“Enjoy your slush y/n, stop stressing about your phone.”

You end up just enjoying the ride, you had a long day and this slush was really good. Nice job Taco Bell you think to yourself as you start to relax and just enjoy the moment.

#eren smut #aot smut #eren x y/n #Eren Yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren jeager x you #eren jeager x reader #💌: answered ask

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katnisspeetaprim · 7 months

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Pluto

Jungkook/CatHybrid!Reader

summary: When Jungkook gets an idea, it's almost impossible to talk him out of it. His large home has never felt more empty than it did now, so adopting a hybrid seemed like a good idea. Part 1 of ??

Warnings: idol!au, female reader, hybrid!reader, mentions of violence, injury mention, hybrids being second class citizens.

Word Count: 1293 M.list

Jungkook was lonely, plain and simple. He wished he had a better reason for doing this... But no.

He had friends and he most definitely wasn’t a recluse, but there were some nights his home felt a little too quiet. Even with Bam scattering around.

So he now found himself stood in front of a small hybrid shelter, one all the way across the city from his home. He’d found the place online. Pluto hybrid homes was the name of the shelter and it had good reviews, though standing in front of the building now, it looked like a strong gust of wind could blow it down.

Jungkook had taken precaution and had hidden his face and tattoo’s to the best of his ability, not wanting to take the chance of being recognised and spawning a whole host of scandalous news story’s. Even when he had told the other boys his plans, they all looked at him like he’d gone insane.

‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ Jin spoke, frowning deeply. ‘Hybrid’s are conscious beings, they may’s well be human!’ The oldest man had always been somewhat against the buying and selling of hybrids. Most of them were just as if not more so capable as humans, they just happened to be born with ears and a tail, which automatically made them second class citizens.

‘I agree with hyung...’ Jimin spoke up. Jungkook looked at him, betrayed. He’d hoped his fellow maknae’s would have been on his side. ‘A hybrid won’t be like Bam ... You know that right?’ Jungkook scoffed and stood up, going to his kitchen to get some water and try to calm down.

‘I’m not an idiot. I’ve done research.’ He mumbled, chugging back the cool liquid before turning round and leaning against the counter, crossing his arms.

‘It’s not just the work you’d have to put in.’ Namjoon began to speak but paused, unsure of how to put his thoughts into words.

‘Just say it hyung.’ Jungkook rolled his eyes in annoyance, done with the lecture. Namjoon gave him a hard look.

‘You know the implications of owning a hybrid, what a lot of people use them for. Jungkook uncrossed his arms and his face fell, blood draining and becoming pale, as six pairs of eyes snapped towards him. He suddenly felt small under their gaze.

‘T-that’s not what I’m doing!’ Jungkook stuttered out, frantically looking around the room to his hyungs, only hoping that they wouldn’t misunderstand his intentions. Did they really think he was capable of doing such an awful thing? ‘Please believe me!’ Namjoon could see that his brother was getting upset, so he decided to step in and put him at ease.

‘We know you’d never do that Kook, but you know the media will spin thing if- no when, they find out.’

Jungkook knew how unkind the media could be, but he was prepared to defend himself if it came down to it. He’d already had a quiet word with his manager about his plans, so statements had already been pre-prepared, just in case.

So that’s what lead Jungkook to his current whereabouts. It was getting late, almost closing time which meant that hardly anyone was around. He could see the receptionist through the glass inside, working on her computer. With a deep breath, he took a nervous step inside, suddenly surrounded by the warm air of the building.

‘Well hello there! Welcome to Pluto hybrid homes!’ The cheery voice of the receptionist greeted him enthusiastically. She was an older woman so hopefully she wouldn’t recognise him if he took his hood down. ‘You’re just in time. We’re not long off closing! So, how can I help?’

‘I’d like to adopt.’ Jungkook spoke with meaning, hoping that if he seemed confident he’d look like he knew what he was doing, but the woman saw right through him as she chuckled softly.

‘You’ve never doe anything like this before, have you?’ Damn it. He’d been caught.

‘Don’t worry. We’re all here to help. Start by filling out these forms.’ Jungkook blushed at being called out, but took the form and sat down in the waiting area.

Name: Jeon Jungkook

(He’d thought about using a fake name, but knew it would only cause problems down the line)

D.O.B – YOU MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 18 TO ADOPT A HYBRID:1/09/97

Any known medical issues?: No

Do you have any pets? (Not hybrids): Dog, Doberman

Do you have any preferences when it comes to hybrids? Such as species and gender?

Jungkook paused at the last question. He hadn’t really thought about the different breeds of hybrid, even though he probably should have.

Even though hybrids were basically human, they still had the mannerisms and the temperament of their animal counter parts, as well as the ears and tail. Since he already had Bam, he would nee a breed that could get on well with another dog, so he went safe and wrote down cat or dog for breed, and quickly scribbled down ‘any’ for gender.

He stood and handed the forms back to the woman who took them with a smile.

‘Great! Everything looks in order. If you follow me, I’ll show you the enclosure for the cats and dogs. We keep them together.’ Now that he was going deeper into the building, he felt more comfortable taking down his hood and mask. He didn’t want to appear stand off—ish to any potential hybrids after all. If the woman recognised him, she didn’t make it obvious, just flashed him a warm smile.

‘Since it’s getting late, the hybrids will probably be wining down for the day, not as much energy.’ He nodded in understanding as she pushed open the door.

Jungkook was met with a large room, occupied with around 10 hybrids. It seemed to be some kind of recreation room, with TV, games and books fort the hybrids to keep themselves entertained.

‘Let me know if any of these guys catch your attention.’

Most of the hybrids pay the two of them no mind, clearly used to people coming in and out throughout the day. He scanned over the room, taking in each hybrid as they went about their night, when he suddenly locked eyes with a hybrid in the corner of the room.

The cat hybrid was curled up on a bean bag with a book in her hands. She quickly looked away when she was caught staring at the stranger.

‘What’s her name? In the corner over there.’ The woman smiled softly.

‘That’s Y/N. She’s been with us a few months now.’ As Jungkook looked over the hybrid more, he noticed a few bandages and bruises protruding from her clothing. He frowned.

‘Is she hurt?’ He couldn’t help but worry and the woman beside him sighed sadly.

‘She just stumbled in here one night. She was all beat up and bloody, so we had to help her. She won’t tell us what happened and no owners ever came forwards, so we took her in.’ Jungkook thought over this information for a moment. Unfortunately, violence against hybrids had been on the rise in recent years.

‘Can I meet her?’ The older woman looked surprised by the request, but soon smiled brightly.

‘Of course! But I’ll warn you that she’s a little shy, so she may not want to talk too much. It’s put a few other people off adopting her unfortunately.’

‘I understand. I’d still like to meet her.’ Jungkook was adamant now. Once his mind was set on something, there was no changing it.

‘Ok! I’ll get the two of you set up in a private room to talk! Give me a few moments to talk her through it!’

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #hybrid!au #idol!au #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #angst #smut #fluff

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darknight3904 · 5 months

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Like We Used To

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

This marks the beginning of Part Two of This Love.

Warnings: Slight references to male masturbation and dirty dreams. Nothing wild.

Asgard 2013

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Hush, Fandral, she can make her own decisions."

"Yeah, I can make my own decisions, and I have decided to change it to blue."

"HA! You're such an idiot!" Volstagg cheered, slamming his final card to the table which erupted into loud groans

Astri and her friends had been playing a Midgardian game Thor had brought back from New York, it was called Uno and Astri was inherently terrible at it.

"He can not keep winning like this," Hogun said tossing his hand into the middle of the table.

"He has to be cheating," Sif whispered

"We could always rig the cards against him," Fandral suggested

"But then, is it a fair victory when one of us wins?" Astri asked

"It is if he hasn't been winning fairly this whole time." Sif pointed out

"Pass the cards out, I plan to win again." Volstagg declared

"Cheater," Fandral whispered as he dealt the cards again.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Loki didn't realize how mind-numbing his time in the dungeons would end up being. The first few weeks had been a blur, Frigga had sent furniture and books to him and he spent time rearranging and figuring out the best angle for his bed. Now, he was out of furniture to rearrange and the endless books were becoming boring. He had begun to stew over his loss on Midgard but felt his mind slipping away from his humiliation. As he lay there, he realized he missed the feel of the sun on his face and the way the wind would slightly blow through his chambers when he left the balcony doors open. Loki missed horseback riding through the dense forests of Asgard and the way the stars looked down at him at night when he couldn't sleep. Most of all though, he missed Astri and everything that came with her. He missed the way her laughter would carry through the castle when he made a bad joke. He could imagine the way her long hair would shine whenever the sun streamed into the huge library windows. Loki swore he could smell the soft scent of Astri's fruit-smelling perfume as he lay in his cell.

He couldn't believe she hadn't visited him yet. At first, he had presumed Odin had banned visitors but after asking Frigga who said Astri was free to visit him as much as she wished, he was saddened by her absence. Every day when his meals arrived he swore he heard the soft clicking of her shoes, instead he was met with the same guard over and over again. Loki tried to imagine what she could possibly be doing without him. They had spent nearly every waking moment together as they grew up. Was she with Thor or Sif? Was she rotting away in the library, learning a million different spells? Or perhaps she was with the Aesir fellow she had met in the damn markets? Loki had felt jealousy swirl in his stomach at the idea of the last one. Aesir wasn't necessarily terrible but he just seemed so droll. The way he just mindlessly complimented Astri whenever he saw her, it was like he was grovelling for her when they barely even knew each other. Loki doubted he even remembered what Astri wore each time they saw each other. Did Aesir know Astri's favorite foods and that she hated red flowers? Clearly not since he brought her bunches of them all the time and brought almond cakes when Atri clearly liked lemon better.

By the time his supper had arrived, he had decided that Aesir was possibly the most boring Asgardian who ever lived. Beyond his flat personality, he has terrible style. Loki had peered into Astri's mind the other night and found the most recent memories of Aesir. He had been dressed in the worst possible outfit. The way the silver in his armor contrasted against his skin made him look rather yellow. He felt Astri's embarrassment as they had strolled through the gardens when multiple handmaids had passed and giggled at Aesir.

"What's on your mind?" A soft voice asked

Loki swore he had never sat up quicker than in this moment.

"What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost." Astri asked, "Is there something on my face?"

"I didn't think you'd ever visit," Loki admitted crossing the cell to where the golden barrier separated them

"I wasn't planning on visiting today. I was going to make you sweat it out for a few more weeks but Volstagg was driving me insane and I needed a break." She explained

"What did he do that's annoying you so much?" Loki asked

"He keeps beating me at this Midgardian game Thor showed all of us." Astri sighed

Loki felt his mouth twitch slightly into a smile. Even though he wanted to be mad at her for not seeing him sooner, he was, as usual, finding it to be impossible to be angry with her.

"I also brought this..." Astri said pushing a tray of food through a designated spot in the barrier.

"Aren't you hungry?" Loki asked

"No, Thor and I have been eating our suppers together for the past year and I swear spending time around him has fattened me up. It's like his huge stomach is affecting me too." Astri admitted

"I think you look great." Loki complimented, he felt jealousy roar in his chest at the idea of Astri sitting across from Thor in her chambers, laughing at jokes and eating her favorite cakes.

"Aesir said that a few days ago. I'm sure you already knew that though. You know you're not entirely undetected going through my mind like that at night. You show up in my dreams and that's how I know you're searching my memories, seeing what I've been doing with my days." Astri said

"Anyone has a right to know what their best friend is up to. And how else would I know when I thought you had resolved to never see me again." Loki countered, surprised that she was able to sense him.

"Oh please, you never thought that. You knew I'd show eventually." Astri knowingly said

Damn, she knew him well.

"Has it occurred to you that maybe I missed you?" Loki asked honestly

"It's crossed my mind. Although I'd like to think that you don't since then I'd feel guilty about not spending my every moment with you." Astri said

"Like we used to?" He asked

"Like we used to." Astri parroted with a soft smile that made Loki's heart beat just a little quicker.

Silence fell as he stared at the girl across from him. While she claimed to be fattening up with his "brother", he swore she had lost weight. Perhaps it was the lighting or maybe her dress was ill-fitting? No. Astri was definitely smaller than usual, her arms were normally more defined with muscle than they were now, exposed by a soft yellow gown she wore.

"You're staring again," Astri said

"I haven't seen you since the cage on Midgard." He reminded "Forgive me if I'm trying to commit your face to memory. I don't know when you'll visit again."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," Astri said wistfully

She seemed sadder. As if someone had snuffed out her firey spirit Loki had come to love over the years.

"Would you be able to come tomorrow?" He asked

"What's in it for me?" She coyly asked

"I'll read to you for as long as you'd like." Loki promised.

"You're just tired of being bored in there," Astri said

"Oh, quite the opposite I'm having a wonderful time here." Loki lied

"You're not the only one going through their best friend's minds when they sleep" Astri smirked

When in the Nine Realms had she been doing that? Loki felt his smile falter as Astri laughed

"By the way, beyond your obvious boredom, your dreams of me undressing and then bathing are quite erotic. I feel bad for your hand, and the other prisoners." Astri laughed

That explains the dream he'd been having for the past week.

"You should not be going through my mind like that." He scolded, feeling his face redden

"Oh, and that gives you permission to go through mine?" She questioned

"What you saw is personal." He hissed, embarrassed at her knowledge of him

"Whatever you say, Loki." She laughed

God he missed that sound, it warmed the air around him and sent a smile to his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow. I hope whatever book you have is worth my time." Astri said standing

"You're leaving already?" Loki asked following her as she walked.

"It's getting late, I had a long day of losing to Volstagg. Plus I'm sure you need some alone time with your dreams of me." She teased

Loki felt his face go red, he was so embarrassed he bet even his ears were red.

"What a nice color on you, Loki!" Astri complimented before walking away

Loki sighed and watched Astri walk off, she was going to kill him one day. The funny thing was he'd be perfectly fine with it, dying for her no matter how ridiculous the reason.

Astri had barely closed the door to her chambers before Thor had her jumping out of her skin.

"How is he?" Thor asked

"Don't scare me like that ever again." Astri glared looking at Thor who was reclined on her bed

"Why? It's so fun." Thor smiled

"He's fine. He's bored and just as Loki as he has ever been." Astri said

Thor nodded as Astri walked to her vanity and began removing her jewelry and pulling pins from her hair.

"Aesir came calling when you were with Loki." He said

"Really? What did he want? I just saw him two days ago." She said

"Well, he left these." Thor gestured to a large red vase of flowers "I put them in water, no need to thank me."

Astri rolled her eyes, she definitely wasn't going to thank him.

"He say anything to go along with them?" She asked

"Well, he said his mother was going to make the almond cakes you liked last time and he said he wanted to take a horse ride through the forest in a few days time." Thor said

"How nice, I'll have to tell him I accept," Astri said picking her brush up

"Don't you hate red flowers, and you don't even like almond cakes, everyone knows you prefer lemon." Thor pointed out

"Maybe I've changed," Astri said

She looked at Thor through the mirror who gave her a 'Are you serious?' stare.

"Okay, you got me, maybe I didn't tell him those things." She groaned

"They seem like important things," Thor said

"Pfft.... no." Astri laughed nervously, when did Thor become so observant?

Silence fell over the pair as Astri brushed through her hair and every few seconds glanced at Thor who seemed to be admiring her patterned bedspread.

"Did Loki ask about me?" Thor asked

Astri thought about lying to him to make him feel better. But what good were feelings if they came from lies that would just hurt later down the road?

"He didn't. Our conversation was rather trivial today." Astri admitted

"Ah. Okay." Thor said

"I'm going back tomorrow night. Maybe he'll ask about you. If he does I'll tell him all good things." She said truthfully

"You better." Thor smiled

"I should really get ready to sleep so if you could you know...leave," Astri said, a bit rudely

"I came to you to talk about something more important than Loki and Aesir," Thor said ignoring her request.

"And that is?" Astri asked turning to him

"My father has said that I am too taken with Jane. He's pointed out that I'm better served with what is in front me me here." Thor started

"He better not be suggesting we court," Astri interjected, worriedly

Thor's silence was her answer.

"We are not getting married. I would rather die." Astri groaned

"That was rather rude." Thor pointed out "You don't have to worry I'm not telling you this because I want to court you. I'm telling you because I don't think he's right, I want to be with Jane but I also want to do my duty to Asgard."

"You know you're not king yet," Astri said, relieved that Thor wasn't interested in her.

"What does that have to do with Jane?" He asked

"It means that you should go out and live. Who cares what Odin thinks is best?" Astri smiled

"It's irresponsible." Thor pointed out

"When has Thor Odinson ever cared about responsibility?" Astri laughed

"Well there was that time I brought my brother back because he tried to take over Midgard." Thor pointed out

Okay he had her there.

"I am sure whatever is meant to happen will happen. If you end up with Jane, great! If not...well we aren't getting married but there's lots of other eligible maidens!" Astri said

"I suppose you are right..." Thor said

"I'm always right." She smiled "Now, get off my bed and leave so I can sleep, Volstaggs victories and Loki's silver tongue have worn me out."

Thor's eyebrow raised at the last statement from Astri.

"Astri! You don't want to court me yet you sneak around with my brother while he is locked away under the castle?! I ought to tell the whole kingdom!" He gasped, feigning a scandalized face.

"I didn't mean it like that, you idiot! I meant his wordy conversation is exhausting! Just go to your own room!" She blushed trying to pull him out of the bed.

Thor laughed and continued to laugh at her reddened face as Astri shoved him out the door and proceeded to slam it in his face. The Odinson brothers were surely going to drive Astri insane one of these days and hopefully, it wouldn't be for another thousand years.

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The Owl and The Lioness - Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: Rugby player!R meets Alessia Russo and things go from there.

A/N: This is the fic I made you guys vote on me writing like a week ago. Also does anyone else feel like I'm writing these pretty fast because I have 3 other fics just waiting to be posted and a 4th in progress.

As a rugby player, you can honestly say that you do not spend much time thinking about football.

In all honesty, you can’t say that you’ve spent more than ten minutes thinking about it in the last 10 years, but that’s all about to change today.

Today, you along with the rest of England’s women's national rugby team are at St. George’s Park because apparently, it would look good if the Red Roses were seen supporting the Lionesses and vice versa before your major tournaments.

You’ve never been more uncomfortable than you are right now standing in front of these footballers in your training kit.

The two sets of captains and coaches are currently trying to figure out the best way to go about this faux joint training. They don’t take very long and before you know it, you and your fellow wings Jess, Ellie, and Lydia are standing with their strikers.

“I’m Beth. That’s Bethany, Nikita, and Alessia,” the newly identified Beth says.

“I’m Lydia and that’s Jess, Ellie, and Owl,” Lydia says, smirking as she purposely tries to wind you up by using your nickname.

“It’s Y/N,” you say, barely loud enough to be heard.

“Speak up Owl,” your teammates say at nearly the same time with identical eye rolls.

Taking a deep breath you try again, voice coming out at a normal volume, “My name is Y/N.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Alessia give you a small grin, which you return despite the sound of blood rushing in your ears.

It’s then that the drills start and you find yourself silently showing her the correct way to pass a rugby ball and the correct way to tackle, chuckling softly as she and her three teammates struggle to bring you down.

In turn, she shows you how to do keepy-ups and how to use your laces to add some power to your shots.

The very last activity of the day is a foot race and it involves most of their team taking on the backs from yours.

“You’re all about to learn why we call her the Owl,” you hear Jess shout from somewhere down the line.

There’s a bit of laughter from your team and even a couple of ‘yeah rights’ from the footballers, but you’re not paying attention to any of that. Your eyes are locked onto the pole at the opposite end of the field, your finish for the race.

All you need is for their coach to blow the whistle and the second she does you’re gone.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that at least two of the footballers are slightly ahead of you but you’re not worried about that.

Your only concern is beating your teammates, which you do by a lot.

Upon turning around you see that most of the runners are still a good 15 meters back.

It doesn’t take very long before your teammates are circling you and ruffling your hair though.

“Way to fly Owl,” your captain shouts, hooking her arm around your shoulders, “Really did us proud little rose.”

“Thought I should show that we’re not all big brutes like you, boss,” you respond quietly, a small grin on your face.

She doesn’t find it as funny as you do though taking the opportunity to put you in a headlock.

You struggle against her for a while, not making any progress towards escaping until the coaches call the two teams back in front of them.

Neither of the coaches says anything important, not in your opinion anyway, and they release the two sides to mingle and get ready to go.

Not one for talking with people, you go to gather your stuff and are slightly surprised when a shadow appears above you.

Looking up, you're surprised to see one of the football players standing above you. You recognize her having seen her talking to Alessia earlier.

“Hey Owl, I’m Ella,” she says, “My idiot friend Alessia over there thinks that you’re cute but is too nervous to ask you for your number, so I’m doing it for her.”

“What,” you say confused, “You’re asking me for my number for your friend?”

“Yup.”

Shaking your head, you pull a piece of paper and a pen out of your bag before writing down your number, accompanied by both your name and nickname.

Handing it over, you ask Ella to deliver a message for you, cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Tell her that I think she’s cute too.”

Over the next few months, you and Alessia spend a considerable amount of time texting and getting to know each other.

When United make their way down to London for games, you take her on dates and show her all of your favorite spots, and the few times your team makes their way to the Manchester area, she does the same.

This of course garners some teasing from your teammates, who have taken to reminding you that most owl species mate for life every time they see you leaving a room to talk to her on the phone.

It’s during one of these phone calls, a facetime to be specific, that her phone gets hijacked by Ella and Mary.

“‘Lo there Owl,” Ella says, accent strong as ever, “I was wondering if you could solve an argument for me.”

“I mean, maybe?”

“Do they call you Owl because you’re fast like a bird or,” Ella’s cut off by Mary snatching the phone away.

“Or because you’re really quiet,” the keeper finishes.

“It’s both,” you answer, “Most owl species can average speeds of 20 mph but they can fly faster in certain situations. The crazy thing is that despite going so fast they make very little noise, virtually silent in fact.

The look on the two players' faces causes you to grin a little because you know exactly why they’re those faces: they’ve never heard you say so many words at once before.

They manage to say as much before Less takes her phone back telling them to “say bye to Owl.”

You smile a little more as the two others rush off, already arguing about something else.

“What are you doing next month,” she asks when they finally leave the room.

After thinking about it for a moment you answer her, “Season ends this week so probably some recovery work and injury prevention to prepare for the world cup and next season.”

“Do you want to come to some of our matches during the Euros?”

“Do you want me to come to your matches at the Euros,” you ask back, watching as her cheeks flush before she nods, “Well if you want me there, I’ll come.”

A smile breaks out on her face and the two of you continue your conversation.

Although you can’t seem to get a clear answer from her about what she’ll be doing for the rest of the week, which is weird.

You do your best to not focus on it and by the time your championship game comes around you’ve forgotten all about her squirrelly behavior.

Then when the final whistle blows, you’re too caught up in your exhaustion and excitement to even remember anything that happened before the game started.

When the whistle blows, you drop to the ground not having the energy to celebrate winning the game and becoming a champion.

You aren’t sure how long you lay there before your teammates come and dogpile on top of you screaming about your performance.

You then find yourself being hauled to your feet by your scrumhalf, Jane, who immediately pulls you into a hug that takes you off your feet.

The smiles don’t leave any of your faces as you shake your opponents' hands. They don't leave when you get the medals put around your necks or when you raise the trophy or when you approach the crowd that hasn’t stopped screaming since the first whistle.

It’s then that you notice a head of blonde hair and bright blue eyes that you would recognize anywhere.

Rushing to the crowd, you climb the barrier meant to keep fans off the pitch, ignoring the shouts of security, and sprint to the person you’ve been looking forward to seeing for weeks.

Pulling her into a hug, you speak directly into her ear, “You said that you wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“I lied, you played great today, baby. Three tries, congrats champ.”

Your cheeks heat slightly at her praise, so instead of responding, you press a kiss to the top of her head, content to just stand there holding her.

Eventually, she pushes you away, sending you back to celebrate with your team.

“We’ll be switching places at the end of next month,” you tell her before walking away.

And you’re right because, on the last day of July, you’re standing in a sold-out Wembley watching as your girlfriend (recent development) and her idiot friends jump around singing Sweet Caroline.

She eventually makes her way over to where you're sitting with her family in the crowd, climbing to the barrier to get a hug.

“I’m proud of you,” you say directly in her ear, not caring about the number of cameras on you. In your mind, if she cared she wouldn’t have leapt into your arms the way she did, so you continue with your praise of her performance, “You played amazing all tournament, Less.”

“Thank you.”

She pulls away and you can see the cogs turning in her mind, her eyes repeatedly flickering to your lips before she surges forward to kiss you.

You both end up smiling into it as the cheers of the crowd around you get louder at the sight.

Pulling back, you smile at her some more before sending her back to the field to continue celebrating with her team.

Pulling your phone out you send her a text that you know she won’t see until much later tonight.

It reads: I can see the headlines now, England’s Superb Lioness and Their Speedy Owl, An Unexpected Power Couple?

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Rebecca Ferguson is defending her recent revelation about a negative experience on one set, even though it earned strong reactions from some of her former co-stars.

Recently, while doing press for Dune: Part Two, Ferguson opened up about an uncomfortable experience she had with an unnamed fellow actor. She accused the actor of screaming at and degrading her in front of the whole cast and crew. She said during a podcast interview, “This person would literally look at me in front of the whole crew and say ‘You call yourself an actor?’, ‘This is what I have to work with?’, and ‘What the f**** is this?” Unfortunately, due to the actor’s placement as #1 on the call sheet, she felt forced to work with them and recounted the difficulty of having no one stand up for her. However, she soon found the strength to stand up for herself and told the actor off.

Ferguson chose not to identify the actor in the incident, as the story’s focus was highlighting a significant moment in her career where she vouched for herself and stood up against mistreatment. Understandably, though, the internet was outraged on her behalf and sought to find out who the actor was. There was some harmless internet sleuthing going on, which was more about users showing their support for Ferguson than an actual witch hunt. Yet some of her past co-stars took the sleuthing quite seriously.

Rebecca Ferguson reveals her co-stars’ reactions to her statement

While appearing on The Jess Cagle Show on SiriusXM, Ferguson opened up about the reaction to her story. She hadn’t expected the story to blow up the way it did. While she acknowledged that she “kind of enjoyed the grab,” the internet sleuthing, and attention, she reiterated that the point of her interview was never about trying to find the “idiot” actor. She stated:

But the point of the interview wasn’t about finding the person — of course, people will be interested. But I was excited about the question, which was a very good question by [Josh Smith]. Because the point was: Is there a point in your career where you were treated in a way where you changed your decision on — this is how I formulated it in myself — where you want change, or you will not accept it? And it was such a clear moment for me working with this person.

However, she goes on to detail how others in the industry weren’t very supportive of her telling her story. Ferguson revealed that some of her former co-stars were scared they would be mistaken for the perpetrator in her story. Some even went as far as to call and ask her, “‘You understand what you’ve done, right?”

Ferguson had the perfect response, acknowledging that their feelings weren’t really her responsibility. She stated, “And I was like, ‘Oh my God. No, I didn’t think.’ I mean, it’s not my responsibility, to be honest. I don’t really care. You know, ‘You’re great, but my story is my story, and if you’re a good person, then don’t worry about it.’”

Ferguson makes an excellent point, reiterating that she’s going to tell her story regardless of her former co-stars’ reactions. After all, if they are truly good people who didn’t do what she accused the mystery actor of, what do they have to be afraid of? It’s very refreshing to see her defending her right to tell her story, as it is all too common for people to make a woman’s story all about themselves or a man. Women are often pushed to apologize or struck with silencing attempts and misogynistic rants for speaking their truth. They are constantly expected to modify or toss out their stories just because someone’s feelings might be hurt or it might not paint them in the most positive light.

However, as Ferguson pointed out, there’s really no need to coddle or care about those upset by hearing the truth. Her story is her story, and it’s solely about her and a defining moment in her life. If her co-stars were scared by it or wanted to somehow make it about themselves, then that’s their problem and not Ferguson’s responsibility.

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A Business Proposition (Male Bodyswap)

This is loosely inspired by the premise of the Netflix film Perfect Date (2019)... very loosely, with a tf twist.

Peter Turner loved people- he went to college for it, he often joked.

Unfortunately getting a job in the field of anthropology without a masters degree was damn near impossible, and the only thing more impossible was finding a way to get the money to fund graduate school.

His bachelor's degree had landed him a lofty position at Starbucks, and while the employee discount was nice, it barely paid the bills. Peter had to look into alternate revenue streams to supplement his income, and he decided to play to his strengths: his looks.

Back in high school he'd run a silly "perfect date" program where, for a price, he'd spend an evening offering the illusion of romance to a girl. He'd be a pretty face to listen to them talk and compliment them– all perfectly innocent fun, and he loved to make people happy so it worked out well for everyone.

Kickstarting the business back up as a 24 year old college grad was... a bit different. It had been one thing when he was a teenager holding hands with a classmate, but adults had different expectations and while he was clear he was NOT a prostitute, if he had to spend one more afternoon pretending to be a side piece to make an ex-husband jealous, he was going to give up on his dreams entirely.

Recently some sudden unexpected expenses had arisen and put him in a tight spot so Peter was desperate, desperate enough to consider taking up some of the more dubious offers he'd received because the money might be too good to pass up.

That’s probably why he didn’t get up immediately when a guy plunked down in the seat across from him.

“Kim?” Peter asked, eyeing the boy sitting across from him. He was a gangly looking Asian fellow, probably around Peter's age, who looked like he didn't get out much if his rumpled clothes and shaggy hair were any indication. His pale skin highlighted the dark bags sagging beneath his eyes, which despite the rest of his appearance were bright and alert.

He was decidedly not the girl Peter had been booked to see.

“Yeah that’s me." The boy flashed him a sunny smile, as if nothing was wrong. “Thanks for showing up, I saw your posting and knew that you would be perfect.”

“Sorry, I don’t do dates with dudes.” Peter said, crossing his arms in the way he knew made him look vaguely intimidating. “Pretty sure that it said that in the description.”

Kim chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you. I’m just here with a business proposition.”

“A what?” Peter was confused. He shook his head. “I’m not interested in pyramid schemes man.”

“No, I assure you it’s relevant to your business,” Kim leaned forwards and smiled wolfishly at Peter. "You run a dating service, right? I'm about to revolutionize your business model. What if I told you that, through clever allocation of your resources, you could outsource your labor while offering clients a one-of-a-kind personalized experience? And all it'll take for you to get there is to sit here and listen to my pitch."

Peter wasn't an idiot, he had a college degree, which is why he was certain that that had not been an acceptable answer.

"Look," he tried again. "I promise this is not me being homophobic but like I said, I don't do dates with other men."

“You misunderstand," Kim said blithely. "I don’t want to go on a date with you. I want to go on a date as you.”

The young man paused as if this were some sort of mind blowing revelation but Peter just stared at him for a few seconds, dumbfounded, then rose to his feet.

“Yeah, sorry dude, whatever it is you’re after I don’t think I’m gonna be able to help you,” he said, then he turned to walk away.

“Wait!” Kim shouted after him, and something in his voice made Peter stop. The other guy sounded… genuine. Peter turned back to face the guy, and was surprised by the serious look on his face. “I know that this is very weird but I wasn’t sure how to ease us into this topic and clearly a cheesy line was the wrong approach. But you’re gonna wanna hear this, I promise I'm not wasting your time. I think we can help each other out.”

When he saw that Peter wasn't moving, he cleared his throat and continued. "Just hear what I have to say and even if you think it's a load of crap, I'll give you a thousand bucks. Sound good?"

Peter sighed. "Okay, fine. What is it?"

The other boy glanced around, almost nervously, and then gestured behind himself.

"Not here, we need to go somewhere private," Kim whispered, his previous confidence gone. "Are you comfortable going to one of the conference rooms? I'm not gonna do anything crazy, I promise."

Peter took a moment to mull over his options. On the one hand, going off with a stranger to an enclosed location seemed like a very bad idea but on the other hand, he was probably four inches taller than Kim and Peter could probably bench press the boy so he didn't feel very threatened. What he did feel, however, was curious.

"Lead the way."

Kim, it turned out, was Kim Shinwei, an eccentric young tech millionaire who had made his fortune developing a range of programs and technologies that included the very service Peter had used to build his own app. But his real passion was a secret, experimental project he'd been working on for a few years.

"You're joking, right?" Peter asked incredulously. He waved at the air. "Is this a hidden camera show or something?"

Kim seemed less than impressed. "I'm dead serious."

"A body swapping machine?" Peter scoffed. "You expect me to believe that?"

Kim's eyebrow quirked up. "You think I can't do it?"

"I think it's impossible," Peter said flatly.

"Nothing's impossible if you really put your mind to it." Kim paused. "Plus have the funding, the time, an extensive knowledge of the relevant, fields, and so on and so forth. But I wouldn't be talking to you if I hadn't already tested it and been 100% certainty that it would function."

Peter was skeptical. "How does it even work?"

"Honestly it's a lot of math and science that would take too long to explain, and I doubt you'd even understand most of it," Kim winced, as if processing his own words. "No offense, it's just really complicated. The point is I have it, it works, and I wanna use it with you."

"Alright, let's say I do believe you," he eyed Kim's skinny frame distastefully. "Why would I want to trade bodies with you?"

"Not permanently, I would like to stress that," Kim hastened to say. "The technology operates off of a neural link modifier that, in my simulated studies, struggles to maintain a connection for longer than about a week. This would be strictly temporary."

Peter crossed his arms. "Doesn't answer the why question."

"And that's an excellent question!" Kim nodded. "I can understand why you'd be confused by the prospect of seeking a new body since you're..." Kim's eyes scanned Peter, lingering for a moment too long on his broad shoulders and toned chest. He licked his lips. "You're quite the physical specimen. I, however, am confident enough to say that I am not. You have something that I want and I'm... willing to pay for it. Even temporarily."

"So you'd pay to switch bodies with me?" Peter clarified, dumbfounded. "Temporarily?"

"Exactly!" Kim exclaimed, misreading Peter's confusion for enthusiasm. "It's perfect."

"So you're suggesting that I let you rent my body?" Peter repeated. "Like it's an Airbnb?"

Kim's brow furrowed. “Dude, you rent out your body to girls all the time.”

“Yeah, but usually I’m still the one in it.” Peter stood up, offended. "I'm not interested."

“I’ll give you $10,000 for 24 hours. That’s all.”

Peter stopped. That was… a lot of money. A whole lot of money that he could very much use.

He sank back down into his chair and sat there for a moment, chewing his lips and mulling over his options. Kim leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face.

"And this would all be above the board, right?" Peter asked. He couldn't believe he was actually considering doing this, but the money seemed too good to be true. "You're not gonna try to double cross me or run off with my body or something, right?"

Kim chuckled. "As wonderful as it would be to look like you forever, I have built a life with this body that I'm not keen on giving up."

"And I get to set some of my own terms right?" Peter shifted in his chair uncomfortably. "Because I don't want you to do anything nasty with my body."

"My lawyers have already drafted up a provisional contract," Kim said smoothly, with the practiced confidence of someone who had closed dozens of business deals before. "You're free to have your own legal counsel look over it and propose revisions."

Peter nodded, although he knew that hiring any sort of lawyer would be out of the question given his financial straits.

“Why me though?" he found himself asking.

Kim smirked. “Let’s just say you were the right combination of willing to talk, desperate enough to swap, and hot enough for it to be worth it.”

Peter frowned, but didn't argue with the fair assessment. “Isn’t this just another expression of late stage capitalism where everything, even our bodies, are becoming commodified?”

“Pretty with a brain, I like it,” Kim shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah probably. But then don’t you want to get in on the ground floor of it?”

Peter's realized that he was out of questions, and his stomach sunk when he realized he had his answer.

"I'll do it," he sighed and rose to his feet, sticking his hand out for a handshake. Kim stood up as well, but paused before he took Peter's hand. A strange expression crossed his face.

“Actually…”

Peter blinked. “What?”

“Before we do this, drop your shorts.” Kim commanded.

Peter did a double take. “What? Why?”

Kim crossed his arms and smiled. “If I’m shelling out this much money I want to see what I’m getting first.”

“Seriously?” Peter asked. Kim’s expression didn’t change, and he glanced down at Peter’s shorts and back up again, quirking one eyebrow. Grimacing, Peter unbuttoned his shorts. He knew what he was packing and had never been ashamed of it, but he also didn’t make a habit of showing it off to strangers. As he let his privacy drop to the floor he prayed that the awkwardness of the situation wouldn’t cause his junk to shrivel up. Every inch counted right now. Kim’s eyes widened when he saw Peter’s manhood, and his mouth practically began to water.

“I’ll throw in an extra thousand.” He finally said, after an uncomfortably long beat of staring. “Congratulations, by the way. You’re… you’re very gifted.”

“Thanks.” Peter mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact. “So the deal’s still on then?”

“Oh the deal is absolutely on.”

“Then can I put my pants back on?”

Kim sighed. “If you must.”

Peter and Kim sat across from each other at a table in Kim's kitchen, a small white bead jam packed with electronics anchored to the back of each one's neck, and Kim pressed a button on his phone. (The device was controlled by an app, of course.) There was a jolt and the two young men went blank, then after a moment the two snapped back to attention as if “rebooting.”

“Holy shit it worked…” Peter said, his hand going to his throat when he heard the sound of Kim’s voice rather than his own.

“Oh my god, this is so cool!” Peter’s body shouted, now under the control of Kim. He leaned back into his chair, stretching the length of Peter’s body as he felt the muscles and sinews of his body pulling. It was a far different experience than that of his own body in ways he had never even considered.

He arched his hips and groaned when he felt his new member pushing into the fabric of his jeans, stretching into what felt like forever. In an instant he was on the feet with his shorts on the floor, freeing his new cock to bob before him in the open air. He gaped like a fish as he stared at his borrowed appendage with awe, and the real Peter yelped in surprise.

“Um, excuse me?” Peter was shocked by the other man’s forwardness. “You’ve been in my body for ten seconds and you’re already hard?”

Kim didn’t say anything in response, he just grinned from ear to ear as he flopped Peter’s increasingly firm erection around.

“Dude, stop acting like an idiot in my body!" Peter's unfamiliar new face flushed red. "It’s a penis, you have one too.”

“Yeah but like, not like this.” Kim exclaimed, popping his hips so his dick bounced as if to emphasize his point. “You’ve had this thing your whole life man so you’re used to it. This is new to me and it’s fucking awesome. How big is this thing, you ever measured it? Doesn’t matter, I can find out later. I’m hung!” He shook his prize.

“No, I’m hung. I’m just letting you borrow it for 24 hours, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, right, of course.” Kim said, flexing Peter’s muscles. He giggled slightly as he watched his biceps balloon outwards, bouncing them up and down in turn like softballs. “Damn… you work out?”

“Obviously I work out, people don’t just look like that.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“No, they do not.” Kim mumbled as he stared at his abs, rubbing both hands over them to familiarize himself with the ridges. “They most certainly do not.”

“I can’t believe that this is real…” Peter pressed his hands on either side of his body, twisting side to side to observe himself from all angles. “I haven’t been this skinny since I was in middle school.”

“Middle school?” Kim asked, pausing in his examination of his new body to shoot Peter an amused look. “Nice humble brag.”

"Just saying," Peter shrugged. It was surreal to see his real body from the outside, and even more surreal to see him groping himself like a horny idiot. He watched his face light up as Kim's hands found his ass for the first time, and he wasn't sure if he should be feeling violated or flattered.

"Anyways, we've been over the rules," Peter continued. "No drugs, no alterations to my physical appearance, nothing illegal, and no sex."

Kim winced at that last one. "And you're sure about that?" He palmed at his new crotch and grinned. "Because I'd be willing to pay, I didn't realize it would be this good."

Peter deadpanned, unamused. "Yes I'm certain, and I believe we have a contract.

"Alright, alright," Kim waved his hands in defeat, then an impish grin split his face. "Maybe next time. Anyways, you're free to hang here but I'm heading out– the clock’s ticking and I wanna get my money’s worth.”

Kim bounded out of the room on his new, powerful legs, and Peter sighed behind him. He really hoped that this wasn’t a mistake.

#body swap #bodyswap #male body swap #I know people like a picture with the story but I'm bad at finding those so just use your imagination

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yestrday · 2 years

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ YOUR LAST MERCY yandere! reaper! diluc ragnivindir / gn! reader

synopsis ! for all the souls he has seen and shepherded, he has fallen for one that is both beauty and sin alike. and so he ensnares them in a deal with death. + 3.8k words

warning ! a lot of mentions of death, a corpse, necromancy, manipulation, mentions of blood, mention of suicide

( this is probably gonna be a two-part story. i’m trying to go with the big spooky halloween vibe and a more subtle form of yandere-ness. happy spooky season! this is a repost. )

seldom are the mortals who catch his eye. even more are those who he lusts for. but as one of the many faces of death, it is only normal to be drawn to souls that suit exactly their taste.

his fellow reapers have odd tastes: ajax loves the ones stained with blood and depravation, his fool of a brother likes those meek and trembling, and the one named kunikuzushi has a taste for the sumptuous yet pitiful. diluc doesn’t understand those tastes. what was the point of consuming dark and dreary souls when he had to endlessly toil with blood and death? he gravitated towards the pure, the sinless, the hopeful. he made deals with the angels on earth, allowing them to have an opportunity to achieve what they wanted before they passed on for good. let the milky taste flow down his throat as he left no drop, the closest thing to heaven he’d ever dreamt of having.

unfortunately, humanity was rife with sin, and it had been centuries since he had last tasted what purity was. he was a hard-working man, dedicated to his one and only role of shepherding the deceased onto the next stage of life. he works with the chthonic ones, the ones who smell of blood and darkness, and guides the sinners to their graves. diluc does not hope for anything beyond what he has.

until, of course, a certain fool managed to catch his eye.

he slips into a shoddy little cabin on the outermost edge of the woods, his pale feet slightly hovering over the moist soil. beings like him tend to go unnoticed in the mortal realm, but he is still and quiet as he approaches the house. there is an appointment waiting for him, as there is almost every hour and every second. it’s an ordinary death—a broken heart and the foolishness of taking one’s life. he’s seen far more tragic deaths in the name of love.

his keen ears hear the sharp cries and hollow sobs as he draws nearer. through the cracked window pane, he watches a young one sobbing into the lap of the corpse and cradling the head into their arms. please, please, please. he listens to them murmur, throat hoarse from archons-know how long. wake up, you idiot. don’t leave me here.

it’s not a sight he hasn’t seen before. with death comes mourning, but that’s not what makes him stop in his tracks and stare greedily at their pathetic figure. no, something else catches his brooding red eyes.

from your chest, the very faint outline of a soul glows from where your heart is. it’s not entirely pure—no one is entirely pure—and is flecked with sin. jealousy, greed, anger, they all stain this soul. but there is… a different glow about this one, so unlike the pure milky ones he used to eat centuries ago. it draws him in, like a moth to a flame.

the wind blows and the curtains part for the entrance of the embodiment of death itself. your puffy eyes dilate with horror as you take in his looming scythe and the black flowers that decorate him.

yes, diluc smiles to himself. this is what he’s been waiting centuries for.

you’re not the keenest of people, but you’re not stupid enough to not know who this person was. in a war-stricken state, you are far more familiar than the average person with death. the burning of corpses, arrows being shot in the eyes, and the countless lives taken after they have decided that they could do this no more. that what came after death had more meaning than what they had on earth.

there is a certain smell of death. not just the rotting flesh and the iron tang of blood, but something beneath all that. something that lingers, is heavier, something out of this world.

that smell is on this dark-veiled stranger, looking upon you with glowing red eyes. the moon haloes him from behind, like the frescoes of saints that decorate the hallowed halls of the church. you grip your brother's hand for relief, like how you often would when he was alive. it is cold, and he doesn't squeeze you back as he should have. it's a haunting reminder that the brother you've looked up to is now long gone.

"holding on to your brother won't delay his departure any longer." his voice is hauntingly beautiful. solemn, yet charming, aged with the burden of eons of experience. "it's time for him to move on."

he takes note when you hitch your breath or the slight grit of your teeth. it's obvious that you're not willing to let him go so easily. diluc marvels at this. it's not easy to find this sort of relationship between mortals, much less siblings. one could tell that you harbor deep affection for your brother, a platonic sort of love deeper than the average sort. but as far as diluc could tell, he muses to himself while glancing at the rotting body, it's a one-sided relationship. you have wasted your feelings on a brother who didn't love you as much as you deserved.

diluc sighs at your impertinent silence. he still has other deaths to attend to, although not as urgent, seeing as he has reached his daily quota. before he could swing his scythe and finally cut the soul from the flesh, a trembling hand weakly grasps the fluttering edges of his tunic.

"make him come back to me…" you croak out, your voice hoarse. "my brother, please, i– i don't know what to do without him."

you are a foolish little thing, you know that. you depend on your brother far too much for your own liking. when you sweep and dust your cabin, he's off hunting for meat and making deals at the market. when your own fragile heart despairs as nightmares of the war come back, your brother has been there to comfort you. he's the only thing you've ever known, his smile the only sun you long for, his touch the only thing that anchors you to the ground. you would have long been brittle skin and bones without the brother who had raised you since childhood.

diluc leers down at you. your face is soaked in tears, but your determined, albeit shaky eyes look up at him like he's the last string of hope you can latch onto.

that's not a bad look for you. his skin is cold as he grazes your chin and clasps them between his pale fingers. he scrutinizes, dissects, and memorizes every groove and mar on your face. you're not exactly gorgeous—after all, he works with gods and goddesses, it's natural for a mortal's face to be beneath them—but you are eye-catching. at least, to him.

your face flushes in embarrassment at the elongated silence. you think you have a right to be flustered, especially when someone as handsome as him studies your face so earnestly. you wait until he finally lets go, and he pulls back.

"a deal," his voice rings out through the cabin. a silver contract materializes in mid-air, the cursive flowing letters of 'contract' printing themselves along the top in real-time. "a wish of yours in exchange for a wish of mine."

"what do you want?" you ask breathlessly. diluc likes the way you're on your knees and hanging on to every word, every syllable of his. he likes it so much that he decides to draw out the game for a little while.

"that's for you to find out in the future."

with a wave of his hand, a raven-feathered quill makes its way to you and slots itself between your trembling fingers. a deal with death, you remember the elders saying, will cost you an eternity.

you don't mind. you don't mind. a life without your family is worse than an eternity in hell.

you repeat that thought in your mind, clasping your brother's cold hand for one last push and pressing the nib to the paper.

SIGNED,

[YOUR NAME] [LAST NAME]

there is no physical change, but the looming feeling of dread grows even further in your gut. the predatory glint in your contractor's eye does not bring you any relief.

"back again are you, dearie?"

a nice elderly woman whose name you can barely recall smiles at you from behind her table of produce. there is fresh cabbage and carrots and all sorts of ingredients you can make into soup. she waves you over and you smile at her.

"i'm making some vegetable soup for my brother today," you say meekly, picking the freshest ones out of the batch as you talk. "he still can't digest much hard food."

"goodness me," granny offers her sympathies with a shake of her head. "poor boy, being rejected all cruelly like that." you grit your teeth at the grim reminder. "to be so heartbroken that you become bedridden. i just wish that the dear girl would have given him the time of the day. and such a fine lad too… what a shame."

"it's not girl's fault for not liking him," her grandson, who mans the shop with her, interjects. "honestly, he should just pick himself up and move on. i can't believe that someone like him would be so upset over something like this. Hhe can hunt down the largest of boars and the most ferocious wolves, but he can't get over one girl. it's honestly baffling."

he smiles at you sympathetically and ruffles your hair. "thank the gods he has someone like you to depend on. we were all shocked when you came out of your house! we thought you'd be a recluse for the rest of your life. family really makes you do the wildest things, huh?" he chatters on, his grandma making remarks every so often, while he fills your basket with fresh produce and some additional meat given from their own goodwill.

you grimly smile at the last sentence, tuning out the rest of their unneeded chatter.

"medical herbs, fleece for blankets, hmm…" you mutter to yourself the list of goods you've journeyed to take. a few people take notice of you and wave you over to chat about the latest gossip with you, but most ignore you, unaware that you are the sibling of one of their greatest hunters. one paltry old man beckons you, the eager smile on his face letting you know that he's about to pitch a sale. you'd love to just turn the other way and ignore him, but your meek nature won't allow you to be so rude. you follow him to his wares, all neatly arranged in a four-wheel, hoping to turn him down as soon as you had the chance.

"you have no idea what a great haul i just received from the city, my dear child!" he laughed, his eyes shining with greed and enthusiasm. "fortune had shone down on me that day—a great many barters and trades to bring back home from the city. you should really come to see them for yourself, maybe even bring back one or two for your brother. i'll even cut down the price for you, as a tribute to my friendship with your father—"

"absolutely not." a deep voice sounded from behind the four-wheeled vehicle. a sleek leather boot first, a gentleman clad in dark luxurious attire and a solemn air made himself known. a few of the younger people nearby gasp, his sharp and handsome features drawing the attention of many.

you, in comparison, pale. especially when his ruby-red eyes fall on you.

we meet again, his eyes seem to say, but he sweeps into a gentlemanly bow as an introduction. "diluc ragnivindir. i come from the city with this elderly sir here to inspect this village." he clasps your trembling hand in his and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. "... pleasure to make your acquaintance."

had this been any other person, your heart may have jumped at the mere thought of a beautiful man paying you the slightest bit of attention. instead, it clings wildly within its confines while your mind races at a mile per second. had he finally come to collect his debt?

your worries are further heightened when he makes no intention of letting your hand go. you watch as he offers a kind smile to the watching businessman. "... this particular fellow has caught my eye. i hope it would be no trouble if i could steal them away for a moment?"

the elderly man blinks before a knowing grin breaks out on his face. "hoh! why of course not! you can take all the time you need!" his eyes glint with mischievous knowing. a sheltered country bumpkin and an elite trading merchant off to spend time alone together? why, this would make for some delightful gossip around town! he trots off somewhere joyfully, eager to spread the juicy news, and you’re left to your own devices.

his shadow looms over you, darkness enshrouding you and making you keenly aware of his dark gaze on you. from the corner of your vision, the strands of his bright red ponytail sway and make a stark contrast with his deathly black attire. the basket nearly slips on the sweat from your palms as you gulp and try to pull yourself together.

"you look livelier than i last saw you, [last name]."

you flinch at his deep baritone. you nervously step to the side, but his gloved hands catch your trembling hand and squeeze it in his grasp. "you seem to be avoiding me," he hums. shakily, you look up at him, and he meets you with those blood-red eyes. "we’re barely even strangers. we’re bound by a contract, after all."

the mention of the contract flares an unfamiliar anger deep within your usually timid soul. he watches with interest as the meek lamb’s eyes turn into a sharp glare. you pull away from his grasp and angrily stomp off.

"it’s best you don’t make a scene," he chides from right behind you. "everyone’s watching us."

"then stop following me," you whisper angrily, wiping away tears before they fall. "you’re the last person i want to see."

as you march angrily through the village streets, everyone gawks and points as they see the handsome outsider trailing after the village’s ex-shut in. no one really points out the angry look on your face, especially since they’re so used to you being a weak-willed pushover that anger is unexpected from you. the ones who do notice, chalk it up to the heat, not the merchant man who hasn’t taken his gaze off you for the past few minutes.

the village’s cobblestone path gives way to a rough dirt path leading to the depths of the forest where you and your brother reside. the woodland creatures, friends of yours who’d cozy up to your feet and perch on your shoulders, are unusually quiet and absent. you take a peek over your shoulder and meet his eyes once more. you tear away and shiver.

"mortals have always been ungrateful, so i wouldn’t say this treatment is unexpected." he sighs at the impertinence of humans. "consider yourself lucky that you caught my eye."

you don’t dare make a comment because you are. you are lucky and you know that. no matter how much hatred you have for this deathly being, he is responsible for your brother's return.

or whatever remains of him anyway.

you push the door open to your humble shack, the hinges creaking and the tall trees singing it back. the oil lamps you lit before leaving have been puffed out. you light the one hanging by the door and wave it around to clear up the darkness.

"brother…?" you cautiously call out, darting your eyes everywhere to find him. you step over splintered wood. "brother, i’m home…"

something greets you. the deep and throaty breaths of an entity veiling itself in the dark. something falls over.

"i have meat…!" you try to entice him. the basket swings on your wrist, and just when the slivers of light through the boarded windows catch the red meat, it shoots out of the dark. this crazed, inhuman thing, eyes filled with empty mania as it lunges straight for you. diluc steps in front of you and slams the thing to the ground with a clean sweep of his arm.

you gasp, quickly scrambling over to your whimpering brother as he clutches his bruised cheek on the ground. it’s bright red, and you suspect that if he put any more power into it then he’d have a dislocated jaw. you soothe his whimpers and let him clutch at your clothes, and you turn to glare at the watching reaper.

"what is wrong with you?" you hiss, bringing your brother closer. "you’re an otherworldly entity! can’t you try to keep your strength under control? my brother’s just a normal human!"

he raises a brow and scoffs, eyeing the shaking, pathetic mess under him. "mangy mutts must have discipline beat into them if they want to be fed. you’re clearly spoiling him."

"h- he’s not some mutt!" you shout, though the sudden rise in tone has you coughing. your brother worriedly nudges you as you sputter and clutch your chest. glaring up at him through glistening tears, you grit your teeth. "if you don’t have anything good to say, get out."

"i admire your display of bravery (although your shakiness softens the impact, i will acknowledge it), but a debt collector has to check on their debtors." his lips quirk into an uncharacteristic smirk. "and it appears to me that’s something about the deal has been troubling you."

so he does know. nevertheless, you won’t let him gain the satisfaction of fooling you. wiping the dust off your clothes, you huff and bring the basket of food to the table. the splintering thing creaks under the weight, and even more when your brother leaps up on the table. "I don't—cough!—quite understand what you’re talking about." you get to work on putting away the groceries. "so if you’re done being smug, you’re free to leave."

"it’d be rude to just leave when someone is so dissatisfied with the terms of the contract," he says. with crossed arms, he stares at your back. "if you’d so like, you can always bring it up with me now."

you stay silent.

"i’ll take your silence as stubornness to comply."

you shoot back, "you can take my silence as the means to leave me alone."

his eyes flicker with amusement. "leave you alone? when you’re having regrets?"

you return to him, your [eye color] eyes red with rage and your docile lips curled into an ugly snarl."i don’t have regrets!" you scream, eyesight zoning on his red, red, red. "what i don’t understand is why in the world did you not live up to your contract! this—" you wildly gesture to your dumbfounded brother"—was in no way part of the contract!"

ah, humans, diluc thinks to himself. so quick to blame others and not their stupidity.

"i told you i’d bring your brother back to life." he taps his foot and looks down at you. "i’ve upheld my part of the deal."

"this isn’t my brother," you hiss. "my brother is strong and smart and can hunt the largest animal in the forest! he’s not– he’s not–" the whimpering of your… brother makes the words falter on your tongue. it wears the suit of your brother, but the face is your brother’s nevertheless. the look of hurt and confusion squeezes and wrings your heart out dry.

diluc only watches as you try to bring your hand to your brother’s cheek, only for him to give you a look of distrust and turn away. your heart breaks and fragments into tiny little pieces, before you bite your lip and turn away. "you know what i mean," you dejectedly sigh. "i want an explanation."

"again, i said bring him back to life," diluc repeats, firm in his tone. "reanimate his corpse. not bring his spirit back. my soul is only a fragment of a god, not a god wholly. bringing spirits back from the underworld is not within my realm of power."

another bout of anger flashes within your eyes, but the brother within your eyesight makes you wither and slump in your seat. "you celestial beings and your loopholes…" you grumble. looking back at your brother slinking away from you and to his own corner, diluc observes as your eyes slope into something of regret and quiet acceptance. "he can’t be brought back at all, can he?"

"unless you make a deal with a god."

you chuckle, waving off the thought. "the wars taught me one thing—outside of entertainment, gods don’t care for us humans."

your parents… who gave everything for murata, the god of war. the war where gods clashed heads with other gods for something not even their best warriors were privy too. the war where you watched your first hometown burn to the ground and your parents die by the sword. where your brother plucked you up from the ground and grabbed you even though you thrashed and screamed and begged for your parents to wake up. where he ran and ran and ran, even though you could see the blood seeping out from his tired soles.

the gods don’t care for you. diluc doesn’t tell you otherwise, because it is the truth.

"i want to give everything for my brother, i want to pay him back." your voice twists with fondness and mourning. "i love him a lot–"

"–so why did he throw it away for someone who doesn’t love him back?"

diluc watches, as he always does. your soul grows even brighter than before.

you feel his arms, strong ones that could easily snap you in half, snake around your neck and draw you closer to his chest. you don’t respond or flinch, only staring dully at the remains of your brother shivering in the corner. diluc gently tucks your hair behind your ear.

"it’ll be okay." his voice tickles your ear. "you will have all the time in the world to spend with your brother."

as the snake coils itself around its lenient prey, it grants it one final act of mercy.

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