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All of Me
Pairing: Kane x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Use of n-word. Phone Smut, mutual masturbation (fem and male) cursing, hella dirty talk, begging, possession kink, Daddy kink, teasing, all consensual. Established relationship. Brief mention of violence and murder. No spoilers for the show!
Summary: You were so dreadfully needy and Kane wasn't there to fix it. You decide to call him and tease him a little.
Word Count: 2,366k
A/N: Wanted to do a little sum'n for Thanksgiving while we all winding down from the itis. If I did Tyrone, I'd still be writing! LOL. Ya'll can thank @planetblaque for this! Kane's voice makes me so irrationally feral. Enjoy my rotten brain! Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs.
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This was so unfair. You tossed and turned. The cold sheet beside you felt like it was mocking you. You were horny and he wasn’t here. Your feverish skin made sweat gather everywhere.
Your fingers desperately rubbed at your clit, getting wetter by the minute. But something was missing. Or someone. Kane had been gone more often than being there with you. And it fucking sucked. But any time you brought it up, he started in with that smile. That head tilt. He’d simply follow you into the room and work out whatever your attitude was.
You pictured yourself riding him. His hands on your hips, effortlessly lifting you up and down on his dick. You wouldn’t be able to tell who was in charge, him directing your pace or you slamming down on his dick. Gripping him tight inside of you as if you meant to keep him there.
A low, ragged moan escaped you. Your orgasm steadily built higher and higher. You pictured that teardrop on his face. Pictured leaning down and licking it. You knew what it meant. You knew that he was a dangerous man. But then you imagined his voice saying dirty things.
Oh, almost there. Almost there. And…it was gone. “What the fuck!” You screamed into the empty room. That fucking bastard. You were so used to him filling you up that you couldn’t even get off by yourself anymore.
Randomly while taking a bath or shower, you could maybe get there on your own. But nothing else worked. He invaded every part of you. He commanded you, body and soul. And you fucking hated it.
You sat up in bed and cold air hit your damp back. That did little to dull your senses. Your clit was throbbing. You were needy. And he wasn’t here to work it out.
You grabbed the receiver on the nightstand beside you. As you dialed the warehouse’s number, you turned on the light. Your foot dangled off the side of the bed, bouncing as you waited for one of his stupid friends to answer.
“Put Kane on the mu’fucking phone right now,” you demanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” the little boy said.
You waited, chewing on your nail. You rubbed your forehead. Your fingers came away wet with sweat. This shit was embarrassing.
“Yeah, baby?” Kane’s deep, raspy voice came over the line and your pusy throbbed in response. Down girl.
“You need to come home, now,” you said.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Can’t come home just because I said?”
“We talked about this, mama. I was gon’ have to be gone for a while while I deal with business,” he said.
So fucking nonchalant. Kane hardly raised his voice. It was infuriating. Sometimes, you wanted to see what he looked like when mad. What it would take to make him react or do something out of character. It was toxic but you didn’t give a shit.
You refused to beg. You weren't some weak ass bitch begging for dick. And yet, you called. He was on the phone. You sighed, realizing how fucking stupid you looked sitting in the house by yourself all the time. You liked the solitude in the day time. You didn’t have to deal with anyone but your own company, just the way you liked. But at night, when you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the bed no matter how hard you tried, it was lonely. It hit you all over again just how dangerous Kane’s life was.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this Kane,” you said.
Kane sighed on the other end. “You trynna tell me somethin’?”
You rolled your eyes. Your fever was starting to cool. You were still incredibly horny. But you weren’t going to beg.
“Naw. Bye,” you said.
“Wait, you called me. What’s up, for real? Talk to me, baby,” he said.
You listened to the rhythm of his voice. Listening to it, you were starting to get worked up all over again. With a word, he could light a fire under you. With a sentence…
“How long are you gonna be at the warehouse?” You asked. A kernel of an idea wormed its way into your brain.
“Not sure. Why?”
You shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it. You lay back against the pillows and got comfortable.
“Just wondering…” you said. You played with the coil of the phone.
Kane chuckled. “I know when you up to somethin’.”
“Me?” You asked, feigning innocence. “I’m just wondering how long I got to play with myself,” you said.
It was silent on his side. If it weren’t for the open air, you would have thought he hung up the phone. You trailed your hand over your tummy. Kane liked to place extra kisses there. You pictured him kneeling over you, placing soft kisses and watching how your belly dipped. He’d lick certain spots, guaranteeing a laugh from you.
“Are you touching yourself now?” Kane asked. He was deceptively calm.
“Mhm,” you said. Your hand went lower, slipping beneath your panties. “Wearing your shirt. The long sleeved blue one. And my panties,” you said. Your hand played with your curls and you tried to control your breathing. But this teasing was exactly what you needed. If his punk ass wanted to spend all his time at the warehouse, he ought to know what he was missing out on.
“Where’s your hand at?” Kane asked. You heard shuffling. A creak.
“Hm, over my pussy. Finna play with my clit the way I like,” you said.
“The way you like, huh,” he said.
You gasped as you moved your fingers through your folds. You were soaked. “Ohh,” you cooed. “I’m soooo wet right now.”
Kane sighed. “I’m gonna get yo ass for this, I hope you know that. Touching my shit without me,” he said.
“Oh, I’m so scared. If only I wasn’t so busy takin’ care of business,” you said.
Kane chuckled. He cleared his throat but it did nothing to soften his raspy voice. “You try to talk so tough. It’s kind of cute. But you forget that I know yo ass. You called ‘cause you couldn’t get yourself off, could you?”
You bit your lip, irritation flaring up. His ass would guess on the first try. Oh well, didn’t matter. You were getting what you wanted and that was all that mattered.
“Actually, I came before I called. Thought you might want to hear me cum again,” you said. You started to moan as you pictured whatever retribution he was thinking of. If he would spank you. Bend you over his knee. If he would fuck you in his recliner in the living room. If he would play you like a fiddle. If he would get straight to the point and fuck you stupid, not caring if you were wet enough for his big dick.
“You rubbing your pussy?” Kane asked. His voice went lower, more strained.
“Yes,” you moaned.
“Slow it down then.”
“I need to cum,” you said. It had been a horrible night. After you smoked, you got so fuckin’ horny you were bouncing off of the walls. Kane didn’t like you driving by yourself. And he didn’t want you around the warehouse. He didn’t want to have to kill all them niggas for lookin’ sideways at your ass.
You hissed. Murder shouldn’t turn you on. But well, there was something so hot about the way Kane treated you. Like you were the lost City of Atlantis and he guarded the secret with his life.
“Listen to me, mama. I’ma do you this kindness ‘cause I know Daddy ain’t been around. You’re lucky you caught me in a good mood. So slow it down for me. Go slow, them little circles I know you like,” he said.
You listened. Damn him, but you listened. You slowed down, rubbing large circles around your clit. Your legs shook as the pleasure increased. Your breathing slowed with it.
“That’s it. Don’t that feel good?” He asked.
“Yes,” you whispered. Your head fell back against the pillow, your eyes rolling back to the ceiling.
“When I get home, I’m gon’ lick that sweet pussy of yours. Nice and slow, just like you rubbing,” Kane said.
“Oh shit,” you gasped.
“Gon’ push those thighs to the bed. You won’t be able to close ‘em, no matter how much you want me to,” he continued. “Hmm, run my tongue along your pussy. Fuck you with it.”
“Shit,” you said. You could picture that. His tongue fucking into you. His big hands palming your thighs. Your legs dropped open further, as far as they would go. Your hips moved, wanting him there right now.
“Mhm, slow it back down, mama,” he said.
“Kane, please,” you said. If you admitted that you lied earlier, you’d never live it down. He’d lord it over you until he found something else to mock you with. Your belly tightened, cramping with the need to cum.
“Listen to me, mama. You making me so fuckin’ hard over here,” he said.
“Really?” Your pussy clenched. You loved that you affected him just as much he affected you. That you weren’t alone in this obsession. You did as he said, slowing down again. Your fingers were drenched.
“I’m so wet, Kane. I’m gon’ have to wash these sheets,” you said. You chuckled, your voice breathy.
“Let me hear it then,” Kane said.
You held in a smile, your cheeks scrunching with the effort. You moved the phone from your ear and held it to your pussy. You played with yourself, nice and slow like he wanted. It was quiet in the room. So you heard how wet you were. You paid attention to the sound. It made you wetter.
Your ragged moans were dragged from your throat. You were so close.
You brought the phone back to your ear. Kane sighed and groaned. “Damn, little mama. All that for me?” He asked.
“Yes, baby,” you said.
“Mhm, what you ‘sposed to say?” He asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned.
“There you go. You get that shit right. I shouldn’t have to correct you, right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned.
“Now I want you to taste yourself. Taste how I’m getting that pussy screaming for me,” he said.
“Fuck.” You did what he said. Dragging your fingers past your lips and tasting your arousal. You moaned.
“I know it’s been a minute since you had this dick, you miss it, huh?” Kane asked.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” you admitted.
“Was that so hard to say?” Kane asked.
“Boy, fuck you,” you said. But there was no heat in your words. He was absolutely right and there was no way that you could deny it. You needed this man. Needed. It should scare you to give so much of yourself to one person. To trust that he’d always be there when you fell. And he had never let you down.
True, moving here was not what you were expecting. You were just happy to have him out of prison and in your arms again. You waited. You deserved his time. Didn’t you? Didn’t you hold it down for him? Weren’t you strong for him? Didn’t you get by, day after day, living with the pain of not having the love of your life in your arms?
His side of the bed was always so painfully icy. Your hand would accidentally brush it and you’d yank it back as if it scalded you. It reinforced how empty your life had been without him. You could survive without Kane. It would hurt like hell, but you believed you could. You didn’t want to have to.
You wanted him here, beside you. Holding you. Kissing you. Making you laugh. Fucking you until you both couldn’t breathe. Until the rays of the sunrise poked through the curtains and illuminated his beautiful face.
“Put them fingers inside you, mama,” he said.
You did as ordered, pushing two fingers inside of you. You gasped. Your voice stuttered. Your fingers were a poor substitute for his thick dick. For the rock of his hips. For his hand on your throat. For his gorgeous eyes closed as he slammed inside of you. Like he didn’t want to be anywhere else. Like you were heaven and he was floating above the clouds.
You sighed and moaned. Kane encouraged you, wanting to hear every sound you made. You listened to his own uneven breathing as he jerked himself off. You pictured him sitting, rubbing his dick. Hard at the thought of you.
“I think…I’m cumming,” you moaned.
“That’s okay, mama. Let it go. You been doing so good. Let that shit go and cum for me,” he said.
You screamed his name as you finally came. The wild force of it knocked the breath from you. You felt like you were in the eye of the storm. Everything was still around you, but inside, you were twisting and turning. Roiling with the intensity of the storm. Your body bowed on the bed as your climax surged through you.
Kane groaned as he came. “Goddammit,” he muttered. He panted as he calmed down. You matched his breaths.
You felt so much better. You relaxed against the damp pillowcases beneath you. Your skin turned cold as that phantom fever left you with the orgasm. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you recovered.
Kane took in a deep breath and chuckled. “That’s all you get. I’ll come home and we gon’ talk about you on that bullshit again,” he said.
You giggled. “I’m gonna have to clean myself up. I’m thinkin’...bath. Candles. Definitely gon’ have to touch my pussy again,” you teased.
Kane was silent once more. You heard shuffling and random shifts from him. “What are you doing?” You asked.
“I’m gon’ be home in twenty minutes and yo ass better be right fuckin’ there,” he said.
“If I’m not?” You asked.
“Don’t push me, little mama,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy,” you said. You tried to sound contrite but you both knew that you were happy as hell to finally get some dick. Twenty minutes wasn’t too long was it?
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Shimmer!Kane just casually fucking u over and over again cus he's very intrigued by the noises you make, which are slowly turning into small pathetic whimpers and cries, is taking over my mind.
Sex with him is initially very vanilla, just quick missionary, no after care, stuffs you then rolls over.
It's not until he shifts position a little and hears the gaspy moan that hitches from your throat he becomes truly interested. He studies your face, the way your thigh muscles tense, how your brow furrows and twitches every time he fully sheaths himself inside you.
You wouldn't notice his new found intrigue in your body until instead of rolling over like he usually does, he remains on top of you, pulling your legs over his shoulders and immediately going for round two.
Kane wouldn't stop until you were literally begging, letting him know your body was beyond its limits. For the sake of your well being he'd obey, and for the first time he'd think to do aftercare. He wants your body in good condition, a healthy one that he can breed properly.
He brings water to your lips, not letting you so much as sit up on your elbows as he murmurs quick, direct commands.
"Drink. Open your legs. Lie down. Rest."
Your recuperation period is short lived, because the very next night he's on top of you with five different positions he'd like to test out.
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Kane - Moodboard (x)
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I am so, so sorry for what you are going through.
I'd like to request another Kane x fem!reader, with them being inside the shimmer. Some of the prompts I love are 2, 11, 23, 37, 42! Was thinking what if reader was close with a different soldier, and was growing closer as things looked bad, though you and that soldier were never anything more than two friends comforting each other in the face of the end, and Kane finally snapped?
Thank you so much for the opportunity to request! Much, much love to you.
-ˋˏ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍-𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ-
— pairing: Kane (annihilation) x F!Reader
— word count: 1k
— warnings: light dub-con elements, creepy elements, biting, choking, jealous sex, breeding kink, cream pie (yes, I know, I have an addiction, WRAP IT KIDS), reference to murder. 18+ you nasty nasties.
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It rattles against the bars of his very being, the creature that had been rearing its ugly head since the moment he stepped in here. It’s snarling, threatening to burst through its confines when he sees Vallows wrap his arms around your shoulder in a comforting squeeze.
He’s curdling, twisting into something obscene in his envy.
“Hey,” Kane calls out, voice tight. He sees you look over your shoulder, startled by the noise with these round puppy-eyes that set him alight on the inside, flames of his desire swallowing the creature whole. He crooks a finger at you, watching you approach with a nervous expression on your face as though he’s about to whip you for miss-stepping.
“Come here,” he orders, and his stomach flips when you do exactly that, footfalls stepping in time with his own as he leads the way into the overgrowth. It’s vile, the sickly greed that had enveloped him since entering The Shimmer. Things weren’t right here; reality fundamentally twisted.
You look up at him with this expectant gaze that makes his body sing for you, the threads in the fabric of his being tearing with their need for you. When you open your mouth to question his taking you aside, Kane descends on you with an animalistic groan, smothering your lips with his own and grabbing at your body with greedy hands.
He should be appalled with himself, but you’re wrapping your arms around him suddenly, pulling his body into your own and breathing his name into his mouth— not his title, his name.
The both of you stumble into the flowering overgrowth, the pink petals of the blossom flowers shimmering rainbows like an oil slick as he rips off your camo trousers, his lips brushing the collar of your khaki polo shirt when he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your throat.
“Kane!” You wail out his name and a pulse of something ravenous washes over Kane’s body. If he wasn’t already scrambling, he’s practically tearing your clothes off you when he tastes the iron of your blood on his tongue. Fuckfuckfuck, he needs this. He needs it. You’re not Vallows’. He can’t have you. You’re his.
He sucks on the split skin across the column of your neck, tasting more of the red blood that stains his teeth. You’re arching off the soil beneath you, pushing your breasts into his chest and whining at the sensation of pressure against your nipples.
“Fuck,” he groans loudly, the envious monster scratching in the pit of his stomach gaining some relief when you work your fingers into his dark curls and press a kiss to his lips. You’re licking your tongue into his mouth, tasting your own blood on his enamel, and Kane’s cock leaps against the zipper of his uniform.
Christ, you barely give him a moment to respond. Your fingers don’t tremble when they reach for the zipper, ripping it down and working his belt open. Not bothering to remove it from the loops, you pull the button quickly, the metal of the buckle hanging at his hip rattling as you work his clothes down his thighs.
Kane growls loudly, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and yanking your body across the emerald grass to pull you into position. It’s like you know, your thighs hiking up over his waist. You breathe in tandem, sharing one brain as Kane works his cock inside of you with a feral hiss of your name.
“Oh- ohfuckohfuck-“ the praises spill from your lips and it blooms a vengeful pride through Kane’s chest as he brutally slams into you. It’s earth-shattering, each slap of his skin on yours causing your body to hike up the soil and away from him until Kane grabs you and spears you back down onto his cock with a particularly vicious thrust.
“Mhm- Mhm, this fu-fucking Vowels-“ Kane spits, a rasp of something unhinged playing on his voice when you flutter around his cock, pussy gushing against his length, “Could he fuck you lik-like I can? Hmm? Could he fuck you like I can?!”
You’re sobbing loudly, shaking your head quickly as he fucks you into the floor. He can’t help but laugh cruelly, noting the way you look like the antithesis of those nodding-head dogs you see on people’s dashboards because you don’t stop rocking your head left and right.
“Didn’t t-think so,” he gasps as he feels you roll your hips up to meet his, chasing the orgasm you appear to be teetering on.
“Scream my name. Fuckin’ tell him who you belong to, Angel. Come on! I’ll fucking fill you up; go on-“
You do, God, you do. It breaks you apart, shatters your being as you cum around him with a scream of his single-syllable name that bounces off the bark of the shimmering trees surrounding you.
The hoarse cry you let out has him spilling into your sopping cunt, haggard shouts of your name bleeding between your whines. He feels like he pumps you full, painting his cock with a creamy slick as he continues to thrust in and out of you at a slower pace.
Only when you both pause, Kane leaning over you on shaky arms, does reality begin to ebb back into his consciousness, your heaving chest beneath him lulling him back to the sounds of The Shimmer. Birds that sound off, the beauty of the surroundings shifting ever so slightly to reveal the horrors beneath- rotting.
His post-orgasm haze seems to shake the overwhelming jealousy ever so slightly, just enough to give him pause. Shock stills his heart, his eyes staring down at you in fear of his atypical actions.
But he finds it so hard to feel guilt when you look at him, eyes all blissed out and lids hooded.
The Green-Eyed Monster rears its ugly head once more. It couldn’t bear the concept of Vallows taking you for himself.
Kane would have to remove him from the equation.
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Rainy nights with nsb.
Warnings: light spicy, curse words.
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OLIVER:
The rain drops on the other side of the window, muffled as Oliver and I slowly kiss deeply. Our hands explore our clothed bodies. I pull away before laying down and pulling Oliver on top of me. We start kissing heavier as the rain gets louder. Once Oliver pulls away, all I can see is him, the Moonlight darken by the rain clouds and the rain plastering on the window.
SEBASTIAN:
His hands grip my waist as we give each other slow quick pecks on our lips. The rain sounds pour into my ears louder than Sebastian and I's lips disconnecting and connecting to each other. This has been a long day for us, and this is our night... rain pouring, Moonlight slightly shining through, and we are just lovingly kissing. Best night.
JUSTIN:
His hands slide up my thighs as he stands between them. I lean against the kitchen cabinet, sitting on the counter. He kisses my neck affectionately, making me move my head nsvk to give him more room. We hear muttered laughter from upstairs as the boys do their skits. Other than them laughing, I can hear the pouring rain and thunder with a mix of Justin kisses on my neck.
RYAN:
The rain pours as Ryan's hands cup my face as we deeply kiss. My legs go around his waist as he accepts my actions. He gently carries me to his bed, making me get comfortable. Now the rain is louder than ever but makes this moment more memorable. My hands slowly tug his shirt, signaling him to take it off. I feel him smirk a bit against your lips before pulling away gently. He takes off his shirt before continuing.
KANE:
I straddle Kane as we talk and make out a bit. Since the rain ends up being louder than our conversation, him and I end up talking about our days between our kisses. It was the most comfortable thing to do with him. His hands at my waist and my hands are on his shoulders for support.
REGIE:
His head is on my chest, making soft marks on it. I just lightly run my fingers through his hair as I allow him to make kiss marks. I look to the side a bit to see the rain drops sliding down the window, making everything seem so calm and loving. I feel Regie pull away a bit, I look over at him before he kisses me lovingly. I smile into the kiss, feeling safe and comfortable.
DARREN:
I kiss him lazyingly as he kisses back with energy, I got a slight rush. I kiss him with the same energy back. We both pull away a bit and laugh at our actions. He looks at me lovingly, and I look at him affectionately. His hands grab my waist a bit, all you hear is the thunder and rain clouding both of our ears as we slowly kiss again.
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Would you ever write dark for Oscar Isaac characters? Or do you just write Pedro? Just asking because there’s a lot of overlap in the fandoms, no pressure I love your writing very much
Thank you! I'm a multifandom slut and write at the whim of my inspiration, although I do tend to fixate. As for writing dark, it's good if a canon character has some base darkness to build on, even a glimpse.
First thing that came to mind for Oscar 🥲
Annihilation
Kane x f!reader x shimmer!Kane
whether they take turns or pack it in, one way or another, they annihilate reader's pussy 💦
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KANE (ANNIHILATION) FIC RECS
Annihilation is a 2018 British-American science fiction psychological cosmic horror film written and directed by Alex Garland, loosely based on the 2014 novel of the same name by Jeff VanderMeer. The story follows a group of scientists who enter "The Shimmer", a mysterious quarantined zone of mutating plants and animals caused by an alien presence.
Kane joins an expedition to investigate a strange alien field known as Shimmer.
other fic recs.
IRREGULAR LOVE
Kane writes you a letter before his next mission and makes peace with the fact he probably won't return
by @spider-starry | angst, swearing & slight spoilers
FALLING LEAVES
Kane embraces the change of season but not without a little help
by @alwritey-aphrodite | fluff
TWO GHOSTS
You and Kane come to terms that he's changed after leaving Area X
by @alwritey-aphrodite | fluff & angst
SOULMATE
You get flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar and meet your soulmate in an unexpected way
by @freelancearsonist | fluff
NOSTALGIA
Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)
part 2 | part 3
by @onevolon | fluff & angst
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Kane being the superstitious person that he is decided to stay in for the day and makes you accompany him
by @alwritey-aphrodite | fluff
HOW KANE RE-FALLS IN LOVE
Kane falls in love with you once again
by @redeyerhaenyra | fluff
FALSE ALARM
Taking the dog out in the middle of the night isn't necessarily uncommon, but at the first sign of trouble, Kane jumps into action
by @the-butterfly-blues | fluff
Thanks for reading!
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A heart
Pairing: Kane x Fem reader
Description: When you get hurt during your match, an unexpected person comes to you aid
Warning: Minor swearing
You fought tooth and nail against Chyna in a match to contend for a chance to win the intercontinental women's championship from Stephanie McMahon. You and chyna didn't want to have the match against each other due to being really great friends but you both knew that sometimes you had to fight against friends for new chances, so far both of you were doing great getting a few good hits on each other that is until one hit went too far busting your nose when out of nowhere as she helps you up stephanie along with Triple H jumped in and hell broke loose kicking, beating, and hitting you nonstop even getting a handful of hair pulled and hit across the face with steph's high heel managing to throw steph out of the ring despite your pained and injured state while chyna raged hell on Hunter, you collapse in the ring staying awake for a little bit seeing chyna over you talking until everything was black hearing ringing in your ears the last you see is a red blur right before you went out, you come to in the locker room seeing a bandage on your nose, feeling a bag of ice on top of your head, and feeling something lightly rub your sternum looking down slowly to see a very large gloved hand on you. You close your eyes as a wave of nausea and dizziness wash over you feeling the ice taken off your head and the other hand on your head moving strands off and back away from your forehead and eyes, you open them to see Kane above you making your heart stop only for a minute before you just look around seeing chyna in the hall who yells about what happened "Shane you better be fucking lucky that I didn't get my hands on your sister!" your eyes dart back to kane when he starts gently lifting your head up just to put a pillow underneath it and helping you slowly drink water which helped ease the dizziness and a little bit of the nausea falling asleep from the comforting and gentle touches from kane which surprises you later on knowing that someone so large, intimidating, and what people called a monster could be gentle, kind, and have a true raw heart waking ten minutes when you feel yourself being moved opening your eyes to see that your head was in his lap and that he was just staring at the wall as chyna walked in smiling in relief that you were okay and awake "You look better than before I was worried" she watches how you calmly lay in his lap but you stay quiet still a bit confused of what happened until she lightly laughed "He's liked you for awhile and when he saw them jump in the ring he tried to run out but shane and everyone stopped him until he shoved them away" you turn to look at kane who was watching you making you blush lightly and smile sweetly at the tall man above you raising up and not only moving strands of hair away but also pressing a soft kiss on his forehead even though he was wearing a mask but he blushes bright red when he feels your soft lips against his mask "Thank you Kane".
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One Track Mind
Pairing: Kane x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Use of n-word. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), size kink, hella dirty talk, begging, all consensual. Daddy kink. Toxic smut. Established relationship.
Summary: You were tired of listening to Kane's lies. You were sick of coming home to a chaotic house. You're mad with Kane and he has to set some things straight.
Word Count: 3,244k
A/N: Kane had to go on and say something that left me feral as hell! Enjoy my rotten brain. This had me sweating! Lemme go on and cool down. Ya'll can thank @planetblaque for this! It was written in a daze so all mistakes are mine. All arguments should be settled like this, just saying!!! Enjoy if you do too! Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs.
Taglist: @browngirldominion
You entered your home to the sound of niggas cheering at the TV. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, hanging your head down low at the thought of these mu’fuckas again in your goddamn house.
It was a never ending circus of clown niggas in your home, eating your shit, laughing and farting. It was revolting. You came in and slammed the door. Kane and his little friends barely acknowledged you.
You walked past the TV. Kane sat in the recliner by the arch way. He caught your hand as you passed by. Brought it to his lips and placed a small kiss there. “No kisses for me?” He asked and looked you up and down.
Too annoyed to be flattered, you yanked your hand out of his. “I’m sick of this shit, Kane,” you said.
It was bad enough that he made you move down here after his bid. You hated it down here. Fake ass slice of paradise. There was always mu’fuckas running in and out of your house like you were a group home. Then it got shot up not too long ago and you were still finding debris on your floor.
Kane rolled his eyes and sighed. He turned his attention back to the TV. You’d had this argument a dozen times. And he was gon’ hear it a dozen more. You walked into the kitchen to unload the few groceries you could manage. You did not want to keep shopping for these niggas. Maybe if the food dried up, they’d clear out.
Finished, you walked past the living room. Kane stopped you once more. You snatched your hand away with a tiny slap against his wrist. His hand gripped your wrist, squeezing a bit. “Now that’s the second time you don’ walked past me with no kisses,” he said.
“Let me go,” you hissed at him. His little friends got quiet. You leaned into Kane’s face and leveled him with a stare. “Let. Me. Go.”
Kane stared at you back. Smoke from his joint wafted into your face. The TV blared on and on about some commercials.
Kane smirked and let you go. You whirled around and headed straight for your room. It was decorated in your favorite color with a complimentary trim on the bottom. You turned on the light and closed the door behind you.
You were still so fucking mad. You couldn’t walk around your house in your panties anymore. There was always someone around, always someone sniffing up under Kane’s balls. You liked the money as much as the next person, but you did not sign up for this shit.
You turned on the TV, flipping the switch on the big box, and walked over to the closet. You stripped out of your work clothes, hanging them up. You climbed into bed in one of Kane’s shirts and laid across the top of the bed. You pulled a pillow over and hung your head on it.
A moment later, the door opened. No knock. “What the fuck?” You yelled out, scrambling to cover yourself.
“You know I’m the only nigga that don’t knock around here,” Kane’s raspy voice said. Inwardly, you melted. His voice was like running your fingers across violin strings. Your thighs tingled just hearing it.
“Go away, Kane.” You settled back on the bed. Fuck ass nigga.
“Fuck is this about?” Kane crossed the room with his slow gait. He leaned against the dresser next to the TV. He leaned forward, his arms scraping his legs. “Fuck with the attitude?”
“I want these niggas out of my house. I’ve been sayin’ that shit to you,” you snapped.
The tattoo above Kane’s eye twitched as he raised his eyebrow. You stared at him. “You bold as hell today,” he said.
“I am sick of these mu’fuckas in my house. When we came down here, you promised shit would be different. You promised that I’d have my privacy. That this wouldn’t touch me,” you said.
“Baby, I told you things were going on that required extra security. These little niggas are ruthless. There’s no respect,” he said.
“You and your fuckin’ code,” you said and rolled your eyes. When he was in a mood, he liked to go on and on about the game. That too many OGs got killed or put in jail. Leaving too many little Black boys to run along with their own rules. No one to rein them in.
When he got like that, you tuned out and hoped it wouldn’t last all night.
“Code is what keeps us safe,” he said.
“Whatever, Kane. Go away,” you said. You weren’t in the mood for an argument. You turned your eyes to the TV, letting the soft light lull you away.
Rough hands grabbed you by the ankles and yanked. You screamed, nails sliding against the covers looking for an anchor. Kane’s hands rubbed and squeezed on your booty, scrunching the meat in his hands.
A breath escaped you, close to a moan but you held it back. “Kane, what the fuck!” You yelled. You tried to hold onto your anger, but when his hands were on you like this your brain turned to mush. It was like he had you trained to his hands, to his voice. One look, one sigh, and it had you on your knees ready to do whatever he wanted.
Kane ran his finger beneath the center of your panties, his finger lightly rubbing your pussy and clit. You bit your lip, hard, fighting to keep down the rising moan. The urge to arch your back and forgive him.
“Fuck this, Kane. Get them niggas out of my house,” you yelled.
“You forget who pay all the bills around this mu’fucka?” Kane slapped your ass, hard.
You cried out, but your pussy only got wetter. He went back to rubbing your booty, rubbing the sting away.
“I am doing everything I can to make sure you’re straight, baby. And the only thing I get back is attitude. You wouldn’t even kiss me on the cheek. Fuck am I supposed to think about that?” He slapped your ass again. You felt your ass jiggle, each bringing more pain.
You cried out and hoped it was in pain, not that it felt good. You didn’t want to encourage him. But it was probably futile. His finger was still running up and down your pussy, his finger getting wetter and sliding more smoothly.
“I’m sick of this bullshit, Kane. Yours this and yours that. I can move back to Vallejo tonight!” You had been kicking around the idea for a while. You were unhappy here. This was not what you had pictured. He said you’d be safe. He said he’d take you away from your family and treat you like a queen. He was nothing but a liar.
“You sick of the bullshit, then why my pussy wet?”
At his words, your pussy throbbed. A weak whine left you.
“Huh? What was that?” His finger sped up and you shivered. Your mouth worked open and closed like a fish. You couldn’t draw in a full breath.
“Nothin’ to say now?” He asked. He slowed his finger.
“No, no, no, no, wait,” you cried out. You moved your hips, trying to get his finger to speed up. Had he kept going, you would’ve cum in no time.
“Get off me, Kane. Fuck you!”
“It’s cute that you think you can just leave me,” he said. “I know this shit been hard. But I haven’t lied, baby. I got us. And I can’t do this without you,” he said.
“I don’t fuckin’ believe you anymore,” you said. Tears floated to the surface but you ignored it. You didn’t need this shit. Moving was sounding better and better.
You felt Kane lower his sweats. He moved his finger to move your panties to the side. You wanted to push him away, tell him to get out and go hang with his little friends. To find some other bitch to suck his dick.
Kane moved closer, swirling his dick in between your folds to get the tip wet. You shivered and moaned. He slapped the fat tip against your clit and you cried out, needing him to get on with it.
“Let me hear you say it,” he said.
“I hate you!” You said.
Kane chuckled and slapped his dick against you again. “Then why my pussy wet then?”
He slid inside you and you moaned again, clutching the sheets. Kane buried himself all the way to the hilt. He groaned and shook himself a few times, to make sure that he was feeling every bit of your pussy.
“You know I love you, baby,” he said. His hands gripped your ass and squeezed. You moaned and shook your ass. His answering groan only turned you on and made you clench around him.
“I know you love me too,” he said. He lifted your shirt, pressing kisses along your spine. You held on to the covers, nails digging deep and making your fingers cramp.
“Move, nigga!” You demanded.
Kane chuckled. His hand snapped out, wrapping around your ponytail and yanking. He pushed the side of your face into the bed. His face was next to yours, his breaths starting to come out in harsh bursts.
“I see what the issue is now. You just wanted some dick. Daddy been gon’ too long, huh?” He asked.
“Fuck you,” you said and pushed against his hand. He moved his hand down to your neck. His fingers tightened against it and you moaned, fighting off tears.
Fuck him. Because dammit, he was right. With all of the craziness going on, you were lonely as hell. Kane was too paranoid to really let you go out. Sure, you went out for work and random crashes with your friends. But most of your life was spent inside being guarded from stray bullets.
He moved, moving out of you and then slamming back in with a brutal thrust. You cried out. Air escaped your lungs. You breathed in choppy waves.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been here, baby. Everything I do, it’s for you,” he said. He kissed your ear and pressed forward, cutting off even more of your air supply. You couldn’t fuckin’ breathe. Kane used his incredible size to completely cover you.
He moved out and then slammed back in again. “Oh god,” you cried. Your brain went ten kinds of mushy, calming down and making your eyes droop. He completely stretched you out, that fit tip pushing against the deepest part of you that he could reach.
“I’m sorry Daddy hasn’t been around. But you have to start talkin’ to me baby. Let me know when you need me to get you right,” he said.
“I’m serious, Kane. I don’t like these niggas in here,” you managed to croak.
“It’s for your protection, baby. I need you safe. You keep me going,” he said.
He moved his hips. Your wet, hot channel warming his dick and soaking him. You felt how wet you were. Arousal leaked out around his dick, slipping down your thighs. Fuck, you needed him to move. You needed him to slam his dick inside of you. You needed him to put you to sleep.
“I’m not comfortable here,” you said.
Kane moved his hips and you groaned. His dick twitched inside of you. You pictured him busting a nut, filling you up, and claiming you the way you wanted.
Kane sighed and kissed your cheek. “What can I do to make you comfortable?” He asked. “Please, baby. The last thing I want is for you to leave me,” he said in your ear.
His raspy voice only made you cry out. A shake was working its way up your legs and hips, vibrating with need. Kane moved a hand to the front of you, running his fingers through your pussy lips and rolling around your clit.
You jerked forward, cumming on his fingers and flooding his dick with your arousal. You moaned and cried, shaking and twitching on his dick.
He held you down through it, watching you with fascination as you unwound. “There it is, mama. Don’t that feel better?” He asked. He kissed you on the lips, running his tongue along the corner of your mouth. He licked your face and you moaned.
“So pretty when you cum, mama. Say you won’t leave me,” he said.
“Kane, I can’t–”
Kane moved over you slowly, stroking his dick into you at a leisurely pace he set. You moaned on every time he went in, somehow getting impossibly deep.
“Tell me you won’t leave me. Who else hit this shit right?” He asked.
You didn’t dare answer. Your answer was never satisfactory. Kane moved his fingers to his mouth and licked them. He hummed and the wet smacks of his tongue turned you on. He felt it and angled his hips, driving in.
“Who else get this pussy talkin’?” He asked.
Your legs shook holding up your weight. “It’s you,” you said. You needed him to speed up. But Kane always did the opposite of what you needed.
You continued to slide up and down his dick like a slow see-saw. You cried out. His hand squeezed harder on your throat.
“Then why don’t you believe me, huh? Can’t you feel what you do to me?” He asked.
You did feel it. His dick slid against your walls. The veiny underside rubbed inside of you. The tip of his dick kissed your G spot.
“Kane, please,” you said.
“You know what my name is, baby. Stop playin’ with me before I get mad,” he said.
You didn’t want him to be mad. There were few things you could deny this man. You could at least be stubborn while he was winning. You could make him fight for every sound from you. Sort of. You never quite managed it in all the time you’ve been together.
“Please,” you begged. Your belly tightened. With every stroke, he pushed it to the surface.
He was dragging it out of you, each pump setting you on fire.
“Say my mu’fucka name,” he said. His voice went lower and you cried out.
“Please,” you whispered.
He slammed into you once, jerking you to wake and scream out. “Daddy, wait!” You moved your hand behind you, searching for his body. He was pressed too close to you, so all you could do was slap against his back. Grip his shirt in your hands to push him off.
Kane chuckled and started slamming into you over and over. “Feel so fuckin’ good squeezing this dick, mama. Gripping this shit. Needing this shit huh? Daddy won’t be gone so long next time, I promise. Haven’t I kept all my promises to you?” He asked.
“Daddy, wait, I’m sorry,” you said. His slams were forceful, pushing you into the bed harder and rougher. Your pussy walls fluttered around his dick and he groaned at the sensation. His thrusts were punishing. Pushing you too fast towards an orgasm.
You cried out, your thighs squeezing together. “Tight as shit for Daddy,” he said. He kissed your lips, kissed your cries away. He kissed and licked your mouth, tasting your scream from the inside out.
Your orgasm was still rolling through you. The tail end of it triggered another one. You started crying and shaking, mumbling under your breath. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
Kane finally groaned, filling you up with his hot nut. He pushed into you more as he came, biting your ear. His hand squeezed further, cutting off your air.
Kane released you and slipped out of you. The mushroom head stretched out your entrance and you moaned. Kane slapped your ass.
“You show Daddy that you want it. Show me you love me,” he said.
Kane yanked you off of the bed. Your jello-like legs wobbled on the plush carpet. He climbed into bed, having shed his sweats completely. You climbed back into the bed and backed into him.
You straddled his legs and he slapped your ass. You pushed onto his dick and sighed at feeling full again. You got onto your elbows and started pushing your ass up and down, throwing it back on him and feeling more and more accomplished as he moaned.
His fingers curled around your hips. Fingertips pressed into your skin. He moaned and watched you slide on his dick. He once told you that he loved watching himself disappear into your wet pussy.
That sometimes he got so hard, he had to rub one out thinking of your slick heat welcoming him home over and over.
That thought made you lose your rhythm. Made you jerk and your hips stutter. Kane slapped your ass with two quick taps. The sting made you hiss.
“Okay, okay,” you said. You rolled your hips, finding your rhythm again.
“That’s it, mama. You needed this. That’s aight. I needed it too,” he said. He trailed his hand under his shirt, rubbing into your lower back.
“Oh shit,” you said, a moan accompanying it. The unexpected massage was like an extra slice of heaven. You clenched around him. You were stuffed, riding his big dick like one of them pony rides.
“C’mon baby. Let me hear that pretty voice. You’re not going anywhere,” he said.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you relented. You moved your hand under your shirt and squeezed your nipples. A wave of pleasure moved from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.
“You gon’ stay,” he said.
“I’m gon’ stay,” you whined.
“You gon’ stay by my side.”
“I’ma stay by yo side,” you moaned.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I need you, baby.”
“I need you, baby.”
“Fuck me,” he moaned.
“Fuck me,” you said and exploded around his dick. Thunder erupted in between your thighs. Lightning shot through your veins. The scream of the wind left your lungs as you came on him, creaming around him.
You screamed out curses and stutters. Kane slapped your ass through this. “My fuckin’ pussy, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“This the last time we talkin’ about this shit, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He wrapped his hands around your back and pulled you towards him. Then, he grabbed your arms and pulled them behind you. You continued to slam yourself on him, even though you were far too sensitive. Too raw and exposed. But if you didn’t…if you stopped…you clenched around him at the thought.
“Daddy said he’ll get in this more, right? You believe Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you said.
Kane groaned and unloaded inside of you. His hot cum pulsed and shot deep. You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy,” you said.
The jets of cum tickled enough of you inside that one more orgasm rolled through you. You turned boneless, collapsing forward. Kane was the only thing keeping you upright. You twitched and moaned as it coursed through you.
Kane wiggled his hips, causing a moan before he slipped out. He pulled you backwards. You groaned at the bend in your legs. The rough fucking made you twinge from overextended muscles in your thighs.
He rolled you onto your side and followed behind. He spooned you, throwing one leg over you.
“I told yo ass, you can’t leave me. It’s us or nothing at all,” he said.
You sniffled and nodded your head. “Yes, Daddy.”
There's more! The Secret Kane Files
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KANE
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•he will demolish you if he could
•he can be gentle sense it's his first time
•if you beg for it he will go a faster pace
•when he makes love to you is like fireworks like the 4th of July
•he's a ass and thighs person but he will touch you titties he likes how soft it is
•if he's willing he will take off the mask to kiss your lips
•when he get used to sex and know how you like it the he will go all out
•"ahh~ that's it~ suck daddy's cock"
•"Fuck you feel so good to me baby~"
•"Ahhh~ yes..~ ride that dick yes~
(if he was submitted now if he was dominant)
•"ohh~ yes baby suck daddy's cock oh yeah~" he growl's
•him with the mask on and fucking you like a bitch in heat
•maybe he will allow you to touch his chest when your riding him
(more Dom Kane)
•*grown and low moaning*
•"ah~ damnit com'ere and take daddy's cock"
•"Don't you run away from me!"
•he will make you take his cock over and over again for hours
•you can sit on his face let him taste you he will make you beg to be fucked even in his locker room (sorry idk what it's called)
•his aftercare is gentle and sweet he will check for bruises and scratches,and cuddle you with those muscles arms of warm and protection
•Kane Love's you but when he's horny he will get what he wants
The UNDERTAKER
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•he's the type of person to take his time with you because he loves you and wants you to feel loved
•When he's aggressive he would grab you and take you to your room
•loves the cuddling but don't say that he does
•when you and him are in the mood he would definitely pick you up bridal style and speed walk towards the bedroom
*when you were in the shower The undertaker came in as you did know as you were washing your arms, you heard him hum as you jumped a little and turned around to look up at him but you looked at his body as your face turned red, the undertaker seems unbothered by you look at him
•he wants you to look at him while he's naked he loves the look on your face
•he picks you up out of the shower and goes to the bedroom as there was a towel on the bed for you to lay on so don't even ask to get dry he won't do it
•he loves the anvil position and Doggystyle he just needs to pound into you
•he would say things like "don't be afraid little one..I'll be gentle" "I'm not done yet get back here!" "Agh~ say my name sweetheart~ *as he pants*" "Oh little one~ you're doing so good for daddy" "cum for me princess~ ah~"
•he doesn't moan often so be lucky that he does to you
•if you are top then he will be kinda submissive I mean he goes moaning like crazy when you hit the right spot on his cock
•he would be drooling and a mess he would say things like "o-oh fuck little o-one~" "F-fuck me...fuck me ahh~" "more I need more please" *he moans louder* "little one please let me cum~" *his body starts to shake as he gets more heated*
•if you tease him too much he will take advantage of you and wrap his arms around you waist and back and pound you until you beg for more
•after everything he's cuddly and he will rub your stomach and kiss your face as he is worried that he pound you to hard
*I am very sorry that I took too long and I mean too long I forgot about this so I came back to update it again I'm so sorry*
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Could you write a dating headcanon for Anubis in Kane Chronicles?
So this is probably not what you wanted. I could explain why I did these headcanons like this (and it is not that I don't like the character, if anything I do! (If I headcanon his manic pixie dream boy image that we get from Sadie's POV away)). I will leave a short rant at the bottom of the fic, for those interested :)
WC: 650
Warnings: mentions of death and dying
-Asnyox
Dating Anubis Headcanons
-What you and Anubis have is not really a “relationship” by mortal standards. Anubis is not allowed to be romantically involved with humans, unless he takes a host. Hence, why this relationship is rather tragic.
-He doesn’t understand human traditions, and hardly gets past “normal” behavior. He thinks it is cute how you solve things, and how you behave. He finds you intriguing, therefore he seeks you out every now and then.
-You will have to explain holidays to him, and parties. You will need to tell him why he cannot suddenly show up at your house at night, when your parents are in the room next door. He tends to tilt his head when he is confused by your rambles, but there is always an affectionate smile on his face.
-Be prepared for him to be gone for weeks on end. He gets in trouble if he grows too attached to you, and tries to avoid raising suspicions from the other gods. He does not want to be banned from seeing you, but the real question is on how long he can keep this up. They are bound to notice the small changes in his behavior (he seems happier lately, less moody).
-He doesn’t realize how much he cares about you, until he sees that you are in danger. This need to protect you surges over him, and he basically growls as he saves you, quickly removing you from the situation. After he quickly scans you for injuries, he excuses himself and immediately goes away. He does not come back for a month, because he is trying to settle his feelings. But this just makes him grow fonder of the idea of being close to you, and he gives up denying himself time with you.
-This is when he becomes really aware of the dangers that seeking you out pose. Not only can he be banned from seeing you, but it can also put some kind of target on your back. He wouldn’t know who would dare to challenging him but there might be a stupid magician out there who could try to use you as blackmail.
-If this results in you actively seeking him out, he will only turn more and more sour towards you. You are a fool for even talking to him. He tells you to stop, to live your mortal life without worrying about him. He is a god and he can take care of himself. If you are too stubborn, you can be sure you won’t see him again for the rest of your mortal life.
-He might sometimes get jealous of your mortal life, when you talk excitedly about it. It’s not like he cannot take a mortal host, but he knows it will not be the same. Will he be with you, or his host? Will he be able to reach a balance with the host, or will it only bring problems? There are many doubts, and Anubis does not enjoy those, for uncertainties only brings more complications. He doesn’t want to complicate your life any further.
-Anubis holds hope though- that one day, maybe after you die but hopefully sooner, he can become your significant other. It’s a guilty pleasure of his, to think about having you around all the time, to hold you close and to traverse your world. He is not heartless, he simply fears for the worst and does not understand that he might have eternity to figure things out, while your mortal years are going by fast.
-And if you were to hold onto him, or the concept of him even when he refuses to see you, if you keep asking for his attention, begging for him to love you, his guilt will force him to erase himself from your life. He will look at you from far away, protecting you silently if he needs to, but he never meant for you to get attached to him, not like this. He is a god, and he cannot physically be with you, but once upon a dream you can converse with him. Lay yourself bare, as he gets crushed by his mistakes.
Explanation, in short: it is canon that Anubis, the god, is not able to have a romantic relationship with a mortal. And given that this was not labeled Poly! Walt & Anubis (Because i think that is the best description i can give ig) I figured you meant just the god, which means it is a doomed relationship. Anubis, for one, believes in human agency and wouldn't just force a vessel because he likes a human. Anyways, that was a little rant.
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Mangled || Kane (Annihilation) x Reader
-> Rating: VERY 18+
-> Word Count: 10.4k!!!!
-> When tasked with a suicide mission, feelings for your colleague cloud your judgement. A celebration of Friday the 13th!
Gif Credit does not belong to me!
⚠️ CW/TW: !HORROR! LONG-ASS SLOW BURN ISH FIC BUT THE SMUT IS WORTH IT I SWEAR. Mentions of: war, infidelity, gore, death, injury, I don’t know if you’d call this hunter x prey vibes, kind of? DUBCON THEMES and vague allusions to pregnancy. Definite themes of: Hair pulling, breath play, rough sex, unprotected p in v sex, anal play, cream pie. Jesus, anything else?! ⚠️
When bodies are cast into rivers, they typically sink slowly beneath the surface and into the murky water below for days, sometimes weeks at a time. Only with decomposition and an accumulation of gas beneath the skin does that same body float back up to the surface, often disfigured and putrefied. This wasn’t so unlike the fear you had pushed down upon entering The Shimmer, drowning your nerves inside the depths of your being- but that same discomfort was beginning to float to the surface, twisting and disfigured into something more akin to terror.
Your team of Green Berets had witnessed unspeakable horror in your tours across the globe. People were blown to bits by IEDs in Afghanistan, and the genocide of Rohingya in Myanmar. Friends had lost their limbs, you’d carried your colleague's coffins across the airport tarmac with the Stars and Stripes draped across the lid. None of this could possibly have prepared you for the dreadful beauty behind the oil-slick Shimmer wall.
It had been subtle at first. You’re no scientist, but you had been certain on arrival that some of the flora that grew within the Shimmer was atypical of nature. Crossbreeds between wild roses and bluebells - an impossible mixture. It had painted a thin sheen of uneasiness throughout your body, ultimately grasping that things inside The Shimmer were beyond scientific understanding. That was, you believe, six days ago. It was hard to tell exactly, given the team would frequently lose track of time. Days' worth of food rations would disappear overnight, and you would often awake in entirely new places while not remembering having set up camp.
Continuously breaching your understanding, the scenes you witnessed became more bizarre, more unnerving as time went on. Large creatures far exceeding their natural size, almost Goliath-like, sounds that didn’t fit the fauna of the South-East coast. It was day three that these hybrid creatures had started their attack. One soldier had been dragged behind the bushes kicking and screaming by their legs into the blackness of the night, grasping fruitlessly at the air in an attempt to escape the jaws of whatever had him. Upon inspection of the surrounding area, red blood streaks gave you reason enough to believe he wasn’t coming home. Another vanished without a trace from behind the rest of the platoon with no explanation as to where he had gone or what had taken him.
You knew the prognosis. Area-X had made it exceedingly clear that not one person had passed through The Shimmer and returned. There was no explanation, no obvious guilty party for the missing soldiers, just an unspoken promise that those who followed them would suffer the same fate.
“Well, there are two theories of what went wrong in the Shimmer.”
“One, something kills them.”
Then, on day five, psychosis set in. Shared hallucinations, paranoia. Your fingerprints begin to twirl, spinning like whirlpools at the tips of your appendages. The unsettling and frankly bizarre sight is not the worst of it, however, the third member of your platoon, Mayer, succumbing to sporadic delusions, screaming into the quiet of the army base you had camped in overnight that his insides moved.
Sergeant Kane tied Mayer to a chair at the deep end of the empty swimming pool in the abandoned gym of the military base, insisting that you hold the flailing man by his shoulders to steady his abdomen. No spoken decision led to the events that happened that night, instead, it was as though the three of you shared a hive mind. Resigning to his fate, Mayer had simply heaved agonized breaths as Kane gutted him like a fish with a Swiss Army knife to expose his vital organs. Had it not been for the camera Kane had set up to capture every second of the faux surgery, you wouldn’t have believed you were witnessing your colleagues' insides wriggle throughout his abdomen like giant, fleshy tapeworms.
“Two, they go crazy and kill each other.”
Mayer’s corpse witnessed Kane spend hours frantically scrubbing his colleague's blood from the creases in his knuckles, bloodied army knife discarded in the algae-infested water beside his feet. He had insisted upon taking watch throughout the rest of the night, far too worked up from the events of the early evening to want to go to sleep. There, on the floor of the army base as you grasped desperately at the thread of unconsciousness, it had dawned on you that you and Kane were the only ones left.
Day six, grasping tightly onto your gun, your eyes pass over the lush green of the forest that surrounded you. The beauty of the flowers and the refracted light bathing the floor in rainbows is obsolete now, no longer settling your anxiety like it was probably designed to. The muscles in your shoulders are taut with stress, zeroing your attention on the treeline.
Seven years in the military had strengthened your mind, harderned it to outside stressors that would affect your ability to survive. You’d seen unimaginable horrors, been exposed to the worst of humanity and to life-or-death situations more times than you could count, enough that there was barely anything that phased you. But you can feel it now, horror and insanity twisting in your bone marrow, threatening to claw its way out of you in a scream. Fear.
“Hey Angel,” a soft voice cuts through the silence of the ethereal forest, startling you from your downward spiral into hysterics. When you look, the panicked thrumming of your heart slows to a steadier pulse.
“You doin’ okay?” He questions you gently, settling in his usual spot on your left side as he trudges through the forest flooring. You always considered yourself skilled at maintaining neutral body language, at masking your concerns, but Kane had cracked every single emotional cipher over his time with you like some kind of humanoid enigma code.
You’d known Kane the majority of your military career, having experienced three tours around the world by his side. He’d joked when he first met you in the mess hall in Iraq that he needed a woman to keep him on the straight and narrow after his wife resigned from the military to pursue teaching at John Hopkins, choosing to stay by your side ever since. A religious man, he’d led you in prayer before expeditions, had offered his rations to you when you were struggling for energy on particularly brutal missions. These shared sufferings had made him more of a brother than a colleague.
You nod slowly, a non-verbal acknowledgment of his question as your eyes continue to scan the treeline. It’s an obvious lie. There’s a cold sweat breaking out across the paling skin of your face, the camo uniform you wore clinging to your back and aiding in the claustrophobia washing over you despite being in a wide-open space.
Kane doesn’t argue, doesn’t even speak, instead opting to mirror your motions with a barely-there nod of his head. Guilt washes over you when you glance at him, taking in his uncharacteristically disheveled appearance. His hair, usually meticulously gelled back, falls in loose, messy ringlets around his head. He’s grown stubble after days of not shaving, and his skin is dirtied with dried blood and dirt. Most alarming are his eyes, bloodshot and almost wild, with deep purple under-eye circles that look as though the environment had beaten him down, bruising his skin with exhaustion. He looks unhinged.
Perhaps it was cruel to keep a secret from him, given the circumstances, but you can’t admit to him that you’re scared. That you’re angry with him. The sinking feeling that settled in your stomach upon seeing him sat at the back of the briefing room when Area-X called you in for assessment had made bile rise in your throat, his face the last you had wanted, or even expected, to see in the line up of those who were to take part in this suicide-mission into The Shimmer. Had you not been surrounded by your new platoon, you’d have throttled him in a last-ditch effort to shake some sense into him.
Kane is a talker, waxing lyrically for extended periods during previous late-night missions about his devotion to his ‘brilliantly clever’ and ‘exceedingly beautiful’ wife. Their relationship had been going strong for just over six years, and Kane still adored her with every fiber of his being. As far as you could discern, there was no logical explanation as to why he had signed up on this mission bar his infuriating savior complex.
“Hey, where you goin’?” Kane’s exhausted tone drags you back to reality, to The Shimmer. When you look at him again, there’s a concerned furrow on his brow. “I can’t have you goin’ inward like that, Angel, talk to me.”
A wretched laugh cuts through your throat before you’re able to swallow it down, the bitterness evident when paired with your sardonic expression. It wasn’t as though Kane was in any condition to hear your nihilistic, almost psychotic thoughts. He hadn’t been himself since the faux operation back in the pool at the military base.
“It’s hard to consider yourself ‘okay’ when I just saw my friend's guts move, Kane.” Your answer is brusque, skin-crawling fear pushing you beyond the ability to discuss your mental well-being reasonably. “Something isn’t right with this place! We’re… We’re losing it!”
Again, Kane nods slowly, like you voicing the swimming sensation in his brain had made its deteriorating condition a reality. Inside the iridescent walls of The Shimmer, all matter was breaking down, disintegrating and rebuilding itself- including your minds. You couldn’t shake that feeling, that shared consciousness within the blue and white tiled walls of the military pool, like all three brains had cross-contaminated each other’s thoughts. “I know, Angel. I know.”
An unsteady silence settles between the two of you, sparking like a static charge across the short distance separating your bodies. You’re scared that if your fingers brush it will be like a metal fork in a live plug socket, wholly frying you and setting your body alight. Maybe it’s the realization that it is unlikely that you’ll make it out of The Shimmer alive, if at all, that is causing your feelings for Kane to go into hyperdrive.
The sun is low in the sky, casting a golden glow against Kane’s face as you take in his weary manner. The urge to confess your love for him is intense after so many years of swallowing the bitter pill of rejection in order to support Kane’s love for Lena. The dying light makes him look youthful, almost, with gold banding in his ebony locks that you desperately want to comb your fingers through. It isn’t often you get to see his natural curls, as Kane always opted to gel his hair back against his skull. There were still shiny locks stuck down where the mousse clung to his temples-
“D’ya hear?” Again, Kane pulls you from your trance. You blink to find yourself staring directly at him, the concerned pull of his brow clearly displaying his uncertainty around your condition. When he notes your deadpan expression, he repeats his statement with a gentle tone. “I said we can set up camp at the next building we find. You look like you need some rest.”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah, I do,” you mumble weakly, rubbing at your eye socket with the heel of your palm as you fight back the extreme fatigue. Your legs, your fucking bones are screeching to lay down, to ease the burden of the military-grade backpack and the heavy weaponry you were hauling around with you. You certainly wouldn’t say no to laying down for the night, even if sleep was far beyond your reaches now.
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Nightfall in The Shimmer is easily the most horrendous of your experiences on this mission. While there is no gore, no visible creatures trying to drag you out into the blackness, the stars taunt you from the night sky as you suffer the psychological trial that the setting sun brings.
You’re almost certain that the crickets within the alien forest share their mutant genetic makeup with boom boxes, their screeches throughout the night loud and persistent enough to break down what little sanity you still desperately clung to. So much so, you’re sure you can hear their chirping ricocheting off the bone walls of the inside of your skull when you block your ears with your fingers.
Kane has noted your frustration, throwing needless apologetic looks your way from his spot at the window of the suburban house you had taken shelter in for the night. He had noted the home looked oddly familiar, and yet didn’t seem to be able to put his finger on it, stating the Deja vu the building evoked was a little unsettling. Lacking personal belongings, the bare furniture appeared undisturbed, abandoned for 15 years amongst the desolate Shimmer. While the dark grey paint on the outside of the house had peeled somewhat with age, it remained relatively unscathed by the wooded wasteland. Even plants grew in the flowerbed beneath the ground floor windows, despite their obvious abnormalities, bluebell-hydrangea hybrids splashing vibrant color across the otherwise monochrome house.
“D’ya think if I shoot at them they’ll shut up?” Kane mumbles, quiet in the dark so as to not startle you from your thoughts. He sounds exhausted, his voice cracking somewhat from lack of use for a few hours.
“They might,” you nod slowly, turning your head on the wooden floor to gaze at him. You can’t help but notice your voice doesn’t sound like your own, haggard and strained. “But I doubt that will be as a result of the shots as it would be the Thing the sound attracts.”
He chuckled weakly, the sound lacking any humor and instead edging on pained. It hurts you, works its way deep between your ribs, and settles in the tissue there like a stitch that sparks up your side. Kane had never looked so unhappy, so lost. The soft glow of the moonlight bathes his face in a silver-tone as he keeps watch at the window, washing him out and making him look paler and more tired than usual. His steady, almost hypnotic gaze settled on one spot on the lawn indicates he’s focused somewhere deep in thought now, within the recesses of his brain rather than on surveillance.
It starts creeping up your throat before you’re able to stop it, that burning question that had been twisting the pit of your stomach and filling you with dread more so than the horrific creatures that had picked off the team one by one. You swallow deeply and try to suppress the words before they form in your mouth but it’s too late, the syllables spilling from your cracked lips before you can press them shut.
“Why are you here, Kane?”
A heavy silence follows your pressing question. Kane doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge your query with even the twitch of a finger. You can see his face reflected on the smooth surface of the window glass, his facial expression unmoving and his gaze firmly planted on that one spot on the lawn. You begin to think he hasn’t heard you, opening your mouth again to repeat the question until Kane lightly, barely shakes his head.
“Like you. I want to help.” Kane was never a good liar. Though he could sometimes be cheeky, almost crude, his religious upbringing weighed on him like mountains tied to his ankles. His conscience painted his face with dishonesty- you’d seen it first when he said he hadn’t taken the last of your favorite snacks in the canteen back in your first year working with him, only to swiftly admit his sins when you gave him a stern look that read ‘I know’.
Scoffing with a bitterness you forgot you were capable of, you sit up from the firm wooden floor, staring at your sergeant, your colleague, your friend through the darkness. “We have spent years together, Kane. I’ve spilled blood with you. Don’t you think I know you better than that?”
Further silence, this one weighing heavier than the last. That typical guilty look, the way it creases his t-zone with frown lines, and the downturn of his lips reflect back at you in the window, his eyes now flicking back and forth across the lush grass outside as he seemingly weighs up his options.
It’s the most conflicted you’d ever witnessed Kane. Usually, he threw himself into his decisions, almost recklessly. You and the platoon back with the Green Berets often laughed about his inability to think critically unless he was in the middle of a war zone. The chaos of warfare had suited him, it’s where he thrived- but this wasn’t war, it was alien.
“Kane, I just…” You hesitate for a moment, trying to compose the panic rising like bile in your throat. “I just want to understand. Seeing you sat in that briefing room when I walked in? I can’t explain-“
The truth was it had completely devastated you. Kane, over many years of tours, sharing rations and saving each other’s lives, had worked his way into your heart covertly. By the time you realized you loved him, he was five years deep into his marriage with Lena. Regardless of how agonizing you found it, you kept the disappointment, the yearning, buried deep within you, never wanting to compromise the happy family he was building with his wife. To see him grin like that, to listen to him ramble consistently about his undying adoration for Lena almost made the torment worthwhile. It was all that mattered.
So, to see him sat at the back of the Area-X briefing room that day with an empty stare had ripped your entire world from its roots. Knowing he was aware he was going to die in here with you, when he should have been home with Lena, should have been trying for the child he so desperately wanted with her makes you want to shoot him in his stupid fucking kneecaps. You wanted better for him, needed to understand why he would give all that up if he was so happy- wanted to know why your silent suffering of watching him live out your dream with someone else had been all for nothing.
You don’t have the energy to scream at him, don’t have the strength in your arms to hit him, to force the words out of him but the silence is more harrowing than the crickets that have been chipping away at your soundness of mind. Still, he contemplates his words, lips parting as he turns to face you, his jaw pulled taut with anguish while he weighs up the cost of his admission until he appears to be unable to retain his devastation any longer.
“She’s cheating on me.”
The gentle whisper with which Kane delivers this confession contrasts so deeply from the violent emotional turmoil that crashes across his visage. The shocked silence that follows is equally as torturous for him, knuckles white from his tight grip on the gun.
It’s as though the neurons in your brain cease fire all at once, leaving nothing but silent emptiness within the chasm of your skull. The anguish that floods through your chest is freezing cold, stilling the breath in your lungs as your stunned mind tries to translate exactly what Kane has told you. Surely you’d misheard him, maybe you were struggling to understand?
The slow shake of his head and the tightness of his jaw when he catches the disbelief in your frown and downturned lips causes your attempts to rationalize your surprise to halt almost immediately. You find yourself slumping back, steadying yourself to listen without pressuring your friend to clarify more than he was willing to disclose. Casting his eyes back out across the lawn of the house, Kane takes a shuddering breath as he braces himself to divulge the rest of the story to you.
“She… Uh- She met someone at work, y’know? Someone that understands her… brainy biology stuff.” He pauses to swallow down the emotions that were threatening to spill over. “They hit it off, or whatever, while we were on our last mission.”
That small detail makes your blood run hot, boiling beneath your skin. Your last mission was Iraq, defusing IEDs and rebellions alike. The two of you had been shot at in Baghdad- fuck, they’d fucking hit you, in the back! Kane had to sling you over his broad shoulders and high tail it out of the capital city streets. It had been a miracle he’d survived, ignoring your pleas to abandon you in order to bring you back to base. To think he was sacrificing his life, spilling blood for his country, and this bitch was fucking another man when you would never do that to him!
“Anyway!” Kane continues with a sharp inhale, his eyes still settled on those lush blades of grass outside. “She carried on as though nothin’ happened. Didn’t tell me or anythin’. I only found out two days before I left so I just… Set off a day early.”
It’s like no word your lips try to form around can convey your anger, could possibly explain your grief for him, for the time you’ve lost. You press your mouth in a thin line, struggling to your tired, blistered feet. He’s turning his memories over in his head, remembering the feeling of her in his arms. To think she made love to him when he returned from Iraq in the same bed where she was fucking another man?
Crossing the wooden flooring in your bare feet causes the old beams to creak under your weight. It doesn’t startle Kane, but the sound causes him to turn and look. He gazes at you in the darkness, the light of the moon barely illuminating his face enough for you to witness his wet eyes, the tear tracks running down his face.
“Kane,” you whimper, sympathy coiling around your tone like an unwanted embrace. He recoils from it, shaking his head with a shaky breath. Military life taught the both of you an invaluable yet toxic lesson; never talk about your emotions. It was harrowing, but bottling your feelings could be the difference between life and death in most war zones.
This was not most war zones, however, and this was no life-or-death situation. Only obliteration lay beyond The Shimmer, there was no known chance of survival. Perhaps it was silly, the child-like manifestation of your fear, but when you launch yourself forward to wrap your arms around his waist in a tight hold the beat of his heart against your ear soothes you like a lullaby. Kane is stiff at first, causing you to fear having crossed a boundary beyond friendly colleagues. You’d have pulled away, but Kane’s arm winds around your back to hold you impossibly closer to his chest. His palm settles against the base of your neck, fingertips resting delicately on the curve of your skull as you hear him inhale your scent, looking past the dirt, grime and blood to get to you.
Cradling you in his arms, he sways with your body gently. The movement rocks you into a sense of security that should be impossible for a place as horrific and desolate as The Shimmer, his lips on your hairline pressing gentle kisses that warm your skin from the inside. The tip of his nose nudges into the grimey strands of your hair, and the delicate touch is enough to force tears to your eyes because for once, the crickets don’t sound so loud, and your legs don’t ache as much.
The bliss is short-lived, however, his kisses trailing off as he moves his lips to the shell of your ear. “I’m going to go to the lighthouse tomorrow, Angel. Alone.” The final destination, the epicenter of The Shimmer. The closer you got to the lighthouse, the more dangerous things got.
Waiting for the punchline, you focus on the thumping of his heart, counting between the beats like you were numbering sheep. One, two. One, two. It takes at least ten contractions until you realize there is no gag, that he is entirely serious about leaving you here to finish the mission on his own. Find the reason for the Shimmer.
“You can’t be serious, Kane-“
“I am.”
The silence that follows is charged, his fingers gentle digging into your forearms as he pulls back. You’re staring into his eyes, those stunning eyes that you’d dreamed of every night for years and god they’re looking at you with such adoration.
“You’re gonna stay here and wait for me while I take on whatever the fuck is killin’ everyone and get us the fuck out of here.” He’s speaking with such conviction, that patriotic bullshit he would always spin when he knew he was in deep shit in a mission gone south. There’s no arguing with him, no talking him down with the way his intense, fixed look held you in place. He’d strap you to a fucking chair and leave you there if he had to, all so you didn’t come to harm- fucking dumbass.
“Oh yeah? You and what army?” You speak, voice breaking slightly in the knowledge he probably wasn’t coming back, that you’d just be sat in this house going fucking mental as you waited for a dead man until the creatures, or god forbid the insanity, takes you.
“Well. It’s just us,” he points out the obvious, searching your eyes for something you can’t explain. Within seconds he’s found it, that same cheeky grin you loved him for spread across his dehydrated lips, paired with a charming wink. “But that’s never failed us so far, has it?”
Just like so many times before, he pulls laughter from your tears and you hold him even tighter as the sun begins to paint the skyline a faint orange.
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Golden sunshine bathes your face in a warm flush as you sit beside the flowerbed that lies outside the window in the dying light of daytime. The bluebells have surpassed a violet shade and bloomed into a stunning cobalt color, far beyond nature's capacity outside the bizarre walls of The Shimmer. Hundreds of little blue heads blossom into a sea of azure, painting the otherwise green landscape with the striking color.
Beside them, in the saturated soil, grows something substantially less beautiful. Mushrooms sprout from the ground, their grey-green caps turning outwards at the edges. They ooze a strange milky-yellow color from their gills, reminiscent of putrefied corpses. The fungi are unseemly in the gorgeous garden, alien. It’s hard to suppress the thought that flowers in your exhausted brain; the garden is not that dissimilar to The Shimmer itself, dazzlingly beautiful on the surface yet horrifically twisted beneath the facade it had intricately built.
Closing your eyes to relish in the sunshine, you try to remember how long it had been since Kane had left for the lighthouse. You’d seen the sunrise four times since he exited the house through the front door. Given the lighthouse was all of a two-hour journey, you fought the intrusive comments your brain would make about Kane having died already in the relative silence of the lawn- by this time you had grown used to the shrill trilling of the crickets.
Kane’s constant hold throughout the night before he left had made it so you’d fallen asleep against his chest, counting the thudding of his heart until you were lulled into unconsciousness by the gentle smoothing of his palm against the curve of your head. You couldn’t be sure, but you guessed he hadn’t got a wink of sleep in order to maintain watch throughout the night for you to gain some much-needed rest. Kane was selfless like that, always putting you, or anyone else for that matter, before his comfort.
The morning after he had woken you with a gentle kiss to your temple. You’d been groggy, barely able to open your eyes against the oppressive exhaustion that kept your mind swimming in the dream world that clung tightly to you.
“I’m headin’ off now,” He had whispered gently into your hairline, doing his best not to disturb your slumber.
“Kane-“
”No no, Angel. Don’t let me bother you. I’ll be back by midday at the latest.” You remember thinking how odd the whole interaction was, as though he was simply returning to a nine-to-five office job back at home, not entering a suicide mission from which he might never return.
Perhaps you should have ignored his reassurance, should have sat up and begged him to stay, clung to his shins and weighed his feet down with your body weight. It was so hard to describe, but the weariness practically swept you away, and you were slipping into senselessness before you could begin to argue with him.
Four days later you find yourself beginning to regret not having fought with him, or at least tried to convince Kane to take you with him. The room in which you had set up the sleeping bags felt cold and unsafe, even with a chair hooked under the door handle to bolt it in place. Loneliness had set in only hours after he left, your ears missing the timbre of his voice as he rambled aimlessly to fill in the blank space.
The reality was you were starting to lose grip on reality in the quiet. You’d already been clinging onto weathered threads of sanity before Kane’s departure, but the effects of the brutal environment were accelerated in your solitude. The persistent sensation of your fingertips moving had progressed, the skin of your arms irritated as though the fucking crickets were crawling beneath your flesh.
Horrifying intrusive thoughts would worm their way into your mind in the silence. Echoes of Mayer’s pained grunts as Kane sliced into his abdomen rung through your ears, the slick, wet sound of his intestines twisting in his guts causing you to gag frequently throughout the day. It was hopeless for your body to attempt to expel food, however. You hadn’t consumed any of your rations in three days.
Worst of your symptoms were the effects of sleep deprivation. Two whole days into your conscious rebellion against sleep had been celebrated with hallucinations of plants pushing their way through the skin of your wrists. Cultured by the flow of your blood flooding your veins, these green blades of grass and strands of ivy wound their way up to your forearms, decorating your skin like evergreen bangles. When you glanced away from the putrid mushrooms to examine your hands now, you discovered the natural ‘jewelry’ had subsided despite having been there only moments ago, the skin of your arms utterly bare.
Snap
It’s like tripping when coming down a set of stairs. The panic freezes your blood cells in place, a chill bursting from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. The shock appears to still you in your position on your knees, muscles so tense with fear that you can’t force them into action. The crack of the twig had sounded from behind you, amongst the forest line.
No amount of military training could prepare your already fragile mind to twist your torso in order to investigate the source of the noise. Paranoia had taken hold, your body's flight response triggered before the logical half of your fractured brain could kick into gear.
Slowly, you lower your upper body into the grass, chest pressed to the floor in order to get as low to the ground as possible. If it was a creature, you couldn’t risk it seeing you make a break for it. You had a better chance of surviving if you took your escape slowly, steadily. Without turning your head to assess the threat, you sink your nails into the damp, cold soil beneath you before dragging yourself towards the door of the house.
It’s like the sound of the friction between you and the ground as you pull yourself to the doorstep is too loud, as though the horrifically loud crickets that had tormented you had all ceased to sound in order for the creature to hear the blades of grass snapping beneath the abrasion of your body. If that didn’t give you away, the panicked heaving of the air being sucked into your lungs certainly had.
Despite the odds, still refusing to look behind you in case the creature was so horrific it froze your terrified body in place, you manage to heave yourself to the step, raise back up onto your knees and grab ahold of the handle to the front door with shaking hands. On the count of three, you shove the heavy wooden door open, scrambling to your feet and launching yourself into the corridor and across the safety of the threshold.
Twisting on your heel, you reach with flat palms to push the door so hard it creaks on its hinges. It takes only a second for the door to slam with a bang, but the solitary moment is enough for you to take a look behind you. It’s no creature at all. Amongst the treeline is the silhouette of a man, pitch-black thanks to the poor lighting of the setting sun and standing perfectly still with its hands behind its sides. The unexpected shock is enough to send you into a frenzied terror, hurtling up the stairs faster than your feet could carry you.
There’s no use in being quiet now, your dread taking ahold of your bodily functions. The thud of your feet against each of the steps of the staircase almost reverberates throughout the wood, the banister vibrating under your palm as you clung to it desperately. The support doesn’t prevent you from tripping, missing a step and falling on your patella on the rounded edge of the wooden staircase.
Sharp pain shoots up your thigh and you clutch at your throbbing knee with tears in your eyes. Desperately self-soothing, you rub at the afflicted area with your palm to ease the discomfort enough to be able to continue your escape. The strain of the metal latch in the front door has you springing back into action when you glance over your shoulder to find the brass handle twisting downwards.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“ you ramble in distress, managing to haul yourself up the stairs and onto the landing area before the door opens. The machine gun you had brought with you stands in its place against the wardrobe in the master bedroom, your only truly devastating weapon that you could use to protect yourself against the genetically modified creatures of The Shimmer forest. Grabbing at the cold metal of the barrel that leans against the wood of the cabinet, you set it up expertly so it is ready to fire before opening the wardrobe and crawling inside with the weapon.
Shuddering breaths you expel from your lungs appear to ricochet in the wooden shell of the cupboard, your exhales barely appearing like your own as the sound enters your ears. It does little, however, to drown out the horrifying sound of the man raising himself onto the first step of the staircase.
The wood creaks throughout the silent house under his body weight with each advancing step, like some kind of creepy xylophone. Thrumming in your chest, your heart is tight against your ribcage and seizing up in fear. Your breathing is labored still, more panicked as he proceeds up the staircase and across the landing with purpose.
When he crosses the threshold of the master bedroom door, the threatening man pauses in the middle of the floor. You can see his upper body through the crack in the wardrobe, his face obscured by the poor lighting. He’s wearing a khaki cotton T-shirt that clings to his defined pectorals and a pair of camo-patterned cargo pants- military gear. Still, you find yourself afraid, having realized just days into your expedition that nothing in The Shimmer is as it seems.
Fear grips you. Desperately clinging onto the M4A1 carbine gun, you ignore the instinct to cover your mouth with your palm with the intention of smothering your heavy breathing and ultimately leaving you at risk of being caught out with your hands off your gun. Before you even have a chance to get your finger firmly on the trigger, the man goes from stock-still to springing into action, turning on his ankle suddenly and practically ripping the wardrobe doors off their hinges to get to you.
The horrified scream you let out chokes up abruptly on your lips almost as quickly as it started when you find yourself gazing back into the familiar sight of Kane’s stunning earthy irises. You always thought they looked like soil after it had rained, warm, and full of life. Immediately the terror is washed away by a flood of relief as you scramble to your knees, tears welling in your eyes as you sob out his name.
“Kane! Oh fuck, I thought I lost you!” Days of not using your voice and the intense emotions you feel make your tone croaky as you wrap your arms around his waist and hold your friend, the love of your life, to your body. Perhaps he speaks, but you don’t hear him over your loud weeping while you cling to him as though you’re afraid that releasing him means you’ll lose him for good.
You don’t feel him hold you as you cry into the fabric of his T-shirt, his hands still at his sides as you release the anxiety of the past four days in the form of a dark, damp puddle of tears into the khaki material you have buried your face into. Normally Kane would console you, whisper in your ear and tell you everything is going to be okay, but you assume he’s tired and possibly injured as you embrace him tightly.
“I was so worried about you, you were gone for so long!” You repeat with a weak smile and broken voice, your nervousness alleviating when pulling back to look him in the face again. He looks exhausted, his previously rich brown eyes hollow and off-color as they trail over your face and take in each intricate detail. There is mud smeared in his beard and blood caked in his hairline at the front of his forehead, but there appears to be no serious injury.
“Angel?” His tone is all off, lifeless and almost robotic when he questions you. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t throw you off, the lack of emotion he presents to you, but he truly looks as though he’s going to fall to his knees in enervation, fingers flexing at his hips.
“Yes-“ You’re barely able to get the singular syllable out of your mouth before his fingers take a firm hold of your jaw, tilting your head up quickly with a bruising grip and pressing a heated kiss to your dehydrated lips. The muscles in your eyelids practically strain with the way your eyes widen in shock. It’s as though he winds you, the air in your lungs exhaled through your nose all at once at the heavy press of his mouth against your own, his arms finally moving from his sides to wind around your waist.
His hand is rough on your jaw, calloused fingertips pressing hard into the skin against the bone and bruising the curling pattern of his fingerprint into your skin. Kane kisses you like he intends to breathe you in, intense and brutal and needy. His coarse beard scratches at your face, nose pressing into your cheek as his teeth sink into your lower lip. The pain is syrupy sweet, flushing your abdomen with white-hot arousal and sparking your otherwise paralyzed body into action.
Kane had never shown any true interest in you before this moment, but his lips against yours after days of intense loneliness and a slow, agonizing fall into insanity had you pushing aside all logic and regard for his (now failing) marriage to enjoy the press of his body against yours. The terror he had set in you only moments ago appears to have heightened your arousal, cunt seizing when you feel his erection push into your thigh through the material of your cargo pants.
There’s a vicious need settling between the two of you, heady and rough. Kane’s hands are gripping at your flesh with painful grasps, his hold on your ass enough to imprint the outline of the wingspan of his palm into the skin in the form of a purple bruise. Maybe you should put up a fight, but when Kane practically tackles you to your knees on the hard-wood floor you can’t summon anything other than a broken moan of his name at the loss of his lips against your own.
Anticipation creeps up the base of your spine as you crane your neck to look Kane in the eyes. He’s deadpan while he stands over you, expression cold as he holds your gaze. Perhaps it should have been somewhat of a red flag with a neon sign that read ‘danger’ with three exclamation points, but your brain seems slow to connect the dots when you see the obscure glimmer in his irises. It reminds you of light refracting in a bubble, faint rainbows spiraling across the surface.
You would question it, the inquiry painted across your tongue as you open your mouth to ask what on earth was wrong with his eyes, but Kane throws you off guard, taking a long sweeping step behind you and out of your line of sight. The attempt to twist your head in order to look at him is fruitless, the tips of his fingers connecting with the soft flesh behind your earlobe acting as the trigger for an Error 505 code for your body - ‘The server encountered an internal error or misconfiguration’.
Trailing his touch across the length of your neck, he traces your jugular down to the apex of your collarbone before settling your throat just beneath your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Your skin erupts in goosebumps despite the oppressive heat he’s drawing from you as he pushes his prints against your pulse points. Shuddering breaths vibrate against his palm as he begins to squeeze, slowly, intimately limiting your oxygen intake.
“F-Fuck- Kane,” you whisper throatily to the wall, unable to look behind you. In your lower peripheral vision, you’re aware of his knees coming into view on either side of your waist thanks to the green of his army-issue camo print cargo pants. Realizing that he’s crouching behind you so your body is settled between his thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut when he uses his grip on your vulnerable throat to push your back against his muscular chest. It shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, but you’re throbbing between your thighs, soaking your panties with need.
Subtle burning sets into your lungs, your limited oxygen intake enough to settle raw excitement through you but not enough to cause you to panic. Kane’s free hand snakes around the waistband of your pants, roughly undoing the button that sits just above your navel and ripping down the zipper with a harsh ‘ziiip’. Gasping weakly against the hold he has on your throat, you’d offer to shimmy the pants down your hips, but Kane has other plans. He uses his hold on you to push upwards on the soft underside of your chin, ultimately lifting you onto your knees in order to rip the trousers over your hips with his brute strength. He doesn’t bother to pull them off entirely, the fabric of your waistband bunched up just above the junction of your knees.
Air floods your lungs with a sharp inhale of breath when he lets go of your neck in order to push you forward onto your chest against the floor. The sudden influx of oxygen makes your mind swim, nerves thrumming with need. Exposed to the cool room, you can feel the slick of your arousal smearing the insides of your thighs, sticking them together. You don’t have time to think about it, to get embarrassed about your obvious desperation because Kane is sweeping his fingers through the wetness and the clink of his belt buckle catches your attention.
Fuck, you’re so fucking ready. The cold softwood flooring is uncomfortable as you rest your head against it, cheekbone already sore but you don’t have it in you to complain, submitting yourself entirely to Kane’s advances as you eagerly await the sensation of his dick splitting you open. You don’t dare to help him remove your panties, keeping your palms firmly against the floor both sides of your head.
You’re thankful you do, or you’d have missed the impossibly sexy sensation of Kane’s strong hands taking hold of the waistband and ripping the fabric open with a loud tear. You flinch, a moan slipping from your throat as he works to split the fabric of the crotch too, his knuckles brushing across your slick pussy lips as he does.
“Oh fuck, Kane please-“
“Open.” The one-word order causes your stomach to flip, your pussy to clench around nothing. His tone is bordering on authoritative, like the clipped intonation he’d use for soldiers lower down the rank than him back at base. You’re vaguely aware of him crowding your space as he crouches over you, fingers winding into your hair at the base of your skull for leverage as he yanks your head back towards him.
Instinctively, your mouth falls open with a sound mixed somewhere between a yelp of pain and a whine of pleasure. Kane doesn’t waste his time, pushing the damp fabric of your cotton panties against your tongue. His fingers work the material inside your mouth, effectively gagging you. The heady taste of your arousal floods your tongue, and you can’t help the way your eyes roll back at your own taste. You’d never imagined Kane to be this crude, but you fucking love it.
Pushing your hand beside your face out of the way, Kane plants his own palm in its place for balance. The face of the electronic watch he wears on his wrist is pointed towards you. The screen is distorted, no longer able to tell the time or the date. It’s a quick reminder of where you are, the threat you face and the fact that Kane is just going to fuck you here anyway because he wants to… Who were you to deny him?
You’re ripped from your thoughts when you feel Kane notch the head of his cock up against your opening, sweeping through the dripping wet folds of your pussy to push up at just the right angle. He’s taken ahold of your hips, pulling your lower body up by making you balance on your knees and forcing your back into a perfect arch for him.
“Mpfh-“ you struggle against the fabric in your mouth in an attempt to moan Kane’s name, the following squeal that he draws from you as he sinks into you high pitched and needy. The intrusion is incredible, stretching you out on the width of his cock as he pushes into you quickly. He doesn’t ease into you, opting instead to force his way into you and causing you to push your hips back, flush against his own until he’s suddenly bottoming out and pressing up against your cervix.
Kane’s other hand settles against your vertebrae between your shoulder blades, pinning your upper body to the floor to make the arch in your back almost painful- but fuck if it isn’t blissful. He’s pulling out of your sopping cunt with an obscene wet sound, before setting an immediate brutal pace, fucking into you hard and sharp and savage.
Even in your rooted position thanks to the force with which he holds you down, Kane’s ferocious snap of his hips has your body jolting against the floor, splinters from the wood digging into the exposed skin of your lower abdomen. The biting pain somehow adds to the devastating arousal that rocks through you when he manages to find your g-spot with little difficulty, ramming up against it with each thrust. You want to scream his name, to curse him out for making you feel so much so fast but you can only manage a muffled wail of ecstasy.
The brutality of his thrusts appears to pick up with each push into your heat, the sound of his balls slapping against you echoing in the empty room. The pleasure is overwhelming, flooding through you with each notch against that obliterating spot inside of you that has your toes curling in your combat boots. Your fingers wind around the wrist beside your face, digging your nails into the flesh of his forearm as he draws moan after moan from your throat despite the makeshift gag that muffled your noises.
Jaw falling open as he sets to spear your g-spot wickedly with each merciless clap of his hips against yours, the gag comes loose. You’re sobbing, tears streaming down your cheeks as you work your tongue to push the damp panties from your mouth with a desperate need to tell Kane just how fucking good he’s working your cunt-
All you can manage is a pitiful, salacious whine as Kane breaches the tight ring of muscles between your ass cheeks with little warning or delicacy. He’s clearly coated his finger with his spit, your cum, or something because the slick digit slips inside you down to his knuckle, filling you up more than you ever thought possible as you babble his name over and over with a new level of pleasure-laced anguish.
Twitching inside your cunt, his dick continues to pound into you as he pushes his finger in and out of you, refusing to allow you to adjust to being penetrated in two places all at once. You’re clamping down on his cock, on his finger, body chasing after the high you had waited years to obtain from him. It’s building your orgasm quicker than you realize, faster than you can stave off.
Kane still hasn’t spoken despite your pathetic calls of his name, the only sound you can pick up over the sound of his cock devastating your cunt is his heavy breaths as he exerts himself for your pleasure. Your nails are sinking into the creases of the floorboards, your throat ragged and broken as you cry out against the surge of your orgasm.
Kane’s hand gives way beside your head to balance on his elbow against the floor. It brings his chest closer to your back, angling your hips up sharply as he pounds into you at a new, obliterating angle. Leaning on his elbow allows him to stretch his palm across your throat once more, squeezing your windpipe harder than last time and obstructing your airway. You’re so breathless that it only takes a handful of seconds and a few punishing thrusts of his cock into you for your vision to begin fading black around the edges.
You claw at his wrist, the sounds of your sobs catching in your squished throat, but you’re not telling him to stop- you’re desperately trying to cling onto him as your orgasm rears up suddenly.
“One… Two…” Kane begins to count his thrusts, the intense pace suddenly slowing down to singular, brutal snaps of his hips. Despite his breathlessness, there’s a firm certainty in his flat voice. You feel the slow drag of him pulling out of you before plunging back in with a force so hard that your knees scrape against the flooring.
“Six… Seven…” The blunt tip of his cock punches your cervix and your abused g-spot along with it, your lack of oxygen making your head feel like it’s going to burst. The veins in the back of your hands are protruding, blue and raised as your body fights the deficiency.
“… Ten.” He lets you go and the sudden, needy intake of breath causes a flood of intense tingling over your body. Your spasming cunt tightens around the girth of his cock, gripping him right as the spark bursts through you with devastating impact. You’re convulsing in bliss, flooding his pulsing dick and his curling index finger as your jaw drops open with a cry of his name. It’s blazing hot, your clit throbbing at the intensity of the orgasm without having even been touched.
You’re certain your nails have scratched the wrist of the hand around your throat raw, blood smearing underneath your fingertips from where you have broken the skins as he continues to brutalize your cunt. Thighs shuddering beneath you, it’s like you’re unable to force the muscles there to work and you find your hips slumping forward without his support.
Kane is quick to slip his finger from your tight ring of muscles to grab your hips with his newly freed hand, sitting up and away from your back to allow him to hold them in place just long enough for him to settle his cock deep within your fluttering pussy and cum inside of you with the only low groan you hear from his mouth.
It’s like he’s filling you forever, flooding you with his warm cum until it’s dripping out of you, running down the back of your thighs. Your eyes roll back, a blissful whine working its way from you as he slowwwly fucks the leaking cum back into your aching cunt as deep as he can get it. He’s sensitive, hissing softly as he finally eases his dick from you, eyes settled on the way your walls clench around nothing- as though they miss him already.
When he brushes up the escaped cum coating the insides of your thighs with his fingers and pushes even those remnants of him back inside to ensure not one drop is wasted, you have to quietly beg him to stop in a croaky voice, so overstimulated that you can barely see straight with the way your eyes seem to cross. “Ka-Kane, oh fuck… Please-“
Pulses of your afterglow ripple through your bones as he finally steps away from you, out of your line of vision, and you allow yourself to close your eyes to revel in the exhausted bliss he leaves you in. It’s like you’re hyper-aware of your body from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes, lips parted as you pant through your open mouth to ease your burning lungs.
“Rest.” Another one-word order. It’s not as though you can argue with Kane, truly consumed with weariness after having skipped four nights of sleep and having been fucked into oblivion by the love of your life. It certainly wasn’t how you’d expected your coupling to go- if at all- but you can’t help the warmth that spreads through you knowing he had initiated it. That he liked you too.
Sleep grips you with that thought, the relief of knowing you weren’t alone in your yearning enough to finally ease your unsettled mind into the gentle oblivion of rest.
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Stark white walls of the quarantine zone inside Area-X make the fluorescent lights that hang above your head ever more blinding. You wince slightly, struggling to stare back at the man, the Thing, sitting on a gurney bed before you despite your eyelashes trying to block out the intense lighting.
Much like the initial days following your entry into The Simmer, the journey back to the outside world, back to a world without shark-alligator hybrids or bizarre corpse-like mushrooms, was a bit of a mystery to you. There was no recollection, not even foggy memories of how you had managed to find your way back, or the trials you had faced in order to return from the unsurvivable Shimmer.
Scientists and military officials were the first things you had seen when you came to, flitting around you and forcing you into an unprompted inquisition. Despite doing your best to answer their multi-layered queries, it was hard to recall memories and recount the horrific days you survived given the semi-automatic machine guns trained on your temples.
It wasn’t as though you blamed them. You and Kane were the first to survive the inhospitable land beyond the iridescent walls, they had every right to be afraid of you. When they deduced you weren’t a threat, they worked to inform you that you had been beyond the threshold for over fourteen months and that they had given up any hope that any member of the last expedition would return alive. Despite your insistence that you were only gone a week, the digital devices they had shown you clearly stated that a year had passed, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to argue much more than that.
In your quarantine room, you had spent many nights on your back on the mattress of your own gurney bed after the scientists had run multiple tests and experiments, staring up at the ceiling and recalling parts of your journey. Mayer’s moving guts, creatures beyond all reasonable explanations of science, Kane’s reason for joining the mission, the frenzied coupling after his return from the lighthouse… And his coruscating eyes as he pushed his cum back inside of you before you slept.
A ghastly realization that had taken over your bruised and battered body in the silence of your sterilized room was the reason you stood before Kane in your hospital nightgown now, the room encased by plastic walls not that dissimilar to those you had awoken to upon your arrival back to Area-X.
He’s gazing at you with those same glittering eyes, rainbow refractions sparkling through his irises as his expression remains perfectly still. Unlike you, whose body is covered in multiple contusions and blossoming bruises, Kane appears untouched- almost perfect. Not a hair is out of place, and the split in his hairline that had been there the night he returned to you had disappeared. He looks almost waxy, like a marble figure at a museum.
“You’re not Kane,” you manage with a shaky voice, nausea settling deep in the pits of your stomach and threatening to overcome you. The epiphany had taken root in you a few hours ago, having overheard the team of scientists discussing the planning for an ultrasound. All it had taken was a few recollections of the night he had taken you and comparisons of his personality before and after he’d left for the lighthouse for you to resign to the truth.
‘Kane’ hesitates for a moment, those shimmering eyes passing slowly over your body. His gaze is almost ice-cold, and his answer feels as though someone dumps freezing water over your abused body. “I don’t think so…”
Silence follows his- the Things admittance. Devastation rips through you at the knowledge that whatever it is has probably killed your Kane, has destroyed him, and taken his place in life- a carbon copy. You’re not sure how you figured it out, call it divine intuition and a bit of luck, but whatever it was planned to populate the world with its offspring - explaining its desperation to ensure you were full following the coupling, using your love for Kane to obtain exactly what it wanted- a surrogate. You push aside the new wave of nausea that washes over you, swallowing the bile that rises in your throat and glancing down at your hands.
Those tiny whirlpools on your fingertips continue to spin slowly.
“He loved you, you know.” It says with a level of conviction that has you almost believing it in your desperate, vulnerable condition, fear and grief blurring the lines in your mind and once again overlooking the ‘danger, red flag’ neon lights in your brain in order to find some level of comfort in the creature's words.
“You know that?” You croak.
“I can feel it.“ The creature watches as you put two and two together. It hasn’t just copied him, the thing has absorbed him. Has obtained not only his appearance but his memories- a mixture of part of Kane’s genetics and consciousness.
The terror and disgust that the Thing had sparked in you subsided slightly with this understanding, replacing your fear with a feeling of numbness. Your Kane, the sweet, funny, loveable Kane that prayed with you on military expeditions and held you when you were sad was gone, obliterated by The Shimmer. You had left with a shell of your Kane, filled instead with something far beyond your comprehension.
Perhaps it was the emotional distress, the irreversible damage your sanity had sustained inside the opalescent walls that had followed you beyond them, but you find yourself unable to alert the soldiers beyond the door to the existential threat that sat before you, looking up at you with Kane’s gorgeous eyes.
It looked like Kane, held you like Kane, and even smelt like him. As you work your way into the creature’s lap, encased by its arms, you note that it may not be the Kane you knew, instead your Kane was a part of it, and that you loved Kane enough to settle for even a slither of the man he used to be, in the shell of an extraterrestrial being that had the ability to annihilate humanity. You had waited for many years to have Kane to yourself, waited your turn for many years to call him yours. Now you could, even if it was only part of him.
“It’s okay Angel.” It speaks softly against the shell of your ear, in Kane’s warm voice, “It’s just us now. But that’s never failed us before, has it?”
END
Authors note: this was a really fun fic to write. Though I know it won’t gain much traction, I believe it is so important to write what you want and focus on different themes in an attempt to grow as a writer. I hope you enjoyed, and look after yourself if you have faced any themes inside this piece that are uncomfortable for you.
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"Nobody loved me at my lowest-" "I did!"
Warnings: Heartbreak, crying, arguments.
Summary: NSB and you. Not Regie, he has a girlfriend <3
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OLIVER:
He takes a step back as those words come out of your mouth. His heart drops and shatters into a million pieces the person he loved the most on this world he realized he was going to lose. If it wasn't for his stupid new girlfriend and his stupid new persona he maybe would've been WITH the person standing in front of him. "I did!" Just repeating in his mind not knowing how to fix this. This dumb argument of him finally having 'fame' and being 'recognized for once' but not in the way neither he nor you wanted or imagined.
SEBASTIAN:
"No you didn't-"
"Sebastian! If I didn't I wouldn't have been there during the nights you were crying because you were worried about what was in it for your future. I was there when you had the stage of pain and regret with everything that you have been doing and helped you get back up and continue to do what you should do!"
He listens. And listens. And listens a bit more. Everything you are telling him has been correct.
At this moment in time, he finally realizes how much he discredits your feelings. All he could do was listen as you prove how much you loved him. Emphasize "love-d" because it was the past. You love-d his past self. You love-d the Sebastian that allowed you to help him with anything or cuddled with you when you both had a long day. Now... now you aren't a thought to him. Until now.
"I fucked up." He admits.
RYAN:
He looks at you confused as you look at him with relief and determination. No words were traded off, the silence and the body language were enough for him to understand that if they said anything else they, most likely, will never talk to each other after this. He didn't want that. He never wanted that. He never meant for that or this to happen but.. it did and it's ruining the longest friendship he has ever had.. and the love of his life is slipping through his fingers at this very moment.
"I love you too." That's what he could say at this very moment. All you could do is shake you head in disappointment.
JUSTIN:
"You're lying." He immediately says.
"I'm lying?! Justin. I have been by your side since middle school. I moved out here for you-"
"Nobody asked you to," He says in a confusing tone or, in other words, unadmittingly confessing his mistakes.
"Justin, you had nobody here to support you. I have been with you since the beginning of time. You became a douchebag ever since you got into an argument with your ex. You ignored me for two months straight for absolutely no fucking reason. How you think I feel?"
He didn't know how to respond. He didn't want to because he knows if he fucks this up. It's over. Not just your guys' friendship, but his life. You are his life and he never noticed how much he fucked up. How much he'll lose? So. Fucking. Much. He just looks at you as his eyes water.
"You... deserve better,"
KANE:
"... You did?" Those simple words make him rethink everything between the two of you, "I am so sorry. I am a fucking idiot-"
Kane never really cussed unless he is frustrated or upset or just unhappy. That's when everyone knows he means what he is saying. The way he looks at you so apologetically and sincerely makes you want to forgive him but he already put you in too much pain. Him on the other hand, he is breaking. His heart. His love for his current partner. A bit of his soul. His love for you has been always so high and healthy.
Now here you are, crying because of him. You are crying because of him.
"I love you, so much."
DARREN:
Darren doesn't know how to respond to you. He just listens to what you have to say and once you are done you finally look at him in the eyes.
Tears falling down his face, the world just stops.
You guys never had emotional moments with each other unless it was a breakup. At this moment, you two are crying, at the park, at 3 am because you guys realized how much you guys cared for each other... not just cared.
"I've been in love with you ever since college,"
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Kane x reader
The sound of the door opening, followed by the slow, dull thuds ghosting up the hall startled Y/n. It was late at night, the house was quiet and still, and the sudden intrusion pierced through the empty atmosphere. As she left her room and creaked her door open, her eyes widened at the man in the hall, staring vacantly at the pictures lining the walls, pictures of Y/n and him. It was Kane turning to look at her with a blank expression.
"Hello."
"Kane!"
Kane turned and faced her, his eyebrows lifting slightly. "It's me."
Y/n couldn't believe her eyes. Kane, who had been missing for four long years, stood before her. She ran into his arms, embracing him as if he were a mirage about to disappear.
Kane, however, shifted awkwardly. He looked out of place and uncomfortable, like someone who had ventured into the unknown and come back with secrets he couldn't put into words.
"I... I'm back," he said, his voice hoarse and raspy, as if he hadn't spoken much during his absence. His gaze kept returning to the pictures on the walls, and he allowed Y/n to hug him, his mind seemingly in mission mode, a mission only he knew the details of.
"How was your mission?"
Kane nodded a little bit, still staring at the pictures. "I can't... say much. But I can say that... Area X changed me. I'm not quite the same as before, but now at least I'm not dead."
Kane's gaze flickered over to Y/n for a moment. He seemed to be trying to assess her reaction, to see if she still recognized the man who had disappeared into the unknown.
"And I'm really glad you're back."
Kane nodded in acknowledgment of her words. "Y/n... I have so much to tell you, but there are so many things going on right now," he began, hinting that his return was not the end of the story.
"Um, Kane, I should tell you things too."
Kane's frown deepened as Y/n spoke. He listened intently, his eyes slowly widening as if he was starting to connect the dots. A headache seemed to be forming, and he closed his eyes momentarily to contain it.
He took a deep breath and looked at Y/n. "You first."
"Right, okay... well..." He paused, hesitating as if trying to decide whether or not to say anything. "I have a lot to tell you, but so much has happened."
Kane took a breath, rubbing at his temples as if he was trying to relieve a growing headache. "I don't even know where to begin."
"On the couch?"
Kane slowly nodded. "Yeah, the couch would work." He said, slowly sitting down. His movements were slow and deliberate, like his muscles were stiff and unresponsive.
Kane leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes tightly for a few moments before looking back up and staring at Y/n. "Did they find the others?" he asked.
"Sorry, what?"
"The others on my team." He said. His voice was slightly raspy, hoarse. "The crew that went in with me..."
"Oh... no."
Kane nodded slowly. "No..." he said, his voice softer. "...they didn't make it out."
Kane paused, studying her expression.
"They never wanted to tell me. When two years passed, they just told me to believe you were dead."
Kane stayed silent for a moment. "How long ago did I leave?" he asked.
Kane looked out of place on the couch, sitting stiffly in his body armor like he hadn't fully adjusted from being back in the real world. Y/n probably noticed some of the signs of the physiological strain that Area X had placed on him: dark circles under his eyes, a haggard face, and thin lips. He was more exhausted than he should have been, and he kept blinking a lot.
"Four years.”
Kane's brow furrowed as he digested that information. "...Four years?" he repeated. His expression seemed to change, like realizing something that had escaped him. He turned his glance toward the picture wall.
He took a deep breath before glancing back at Y/n and saying, "Y/n, I need to ask you a question."
"Go ahead," Y/n said, her heart racing, her mind filled with a mixture of emotions.
"When I was gone... what did you do?" Kane asked. He looked up at her, studying her expression and waiting for her response.
There was something about Kane's question, and the intensity in his voice, that made Y/n heart sink. She knew this conversation would be difficult.
"What... what do you mean?" she said, her voice trembling.
"Y/n, I just spent four years... lost. Do you understand that? Do you understand the weight in that?" Kane's voice was soft and calm at first, but his frustration and intensity quickly overtook it.
"So, I need to ask... what did you do for those four years? Did you mourn? Did you give up hope that I was ever coming back?" Kane waited for Y/n answer, his eyes filled with uncertainty.
"I... I got married to Marc," Y/n finally admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. "I was so sad and without hope, and he was there. I still love you, Kane, but I never thought I'd see you again."
Kane sat back in his seat, taken aback by the news. "Marc? Your Marc?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of emotions.
Y/n nodded, struggling to hold back her tears. "Yes, Marc. My best friend. I... I married him when everyone believed you were dead. It was my way of coping with the grief."
Kane continued to digest this information silently, his expression slowly transitioning from shock to pain.
"Do you love him?" Kane asked, his voice soft and quiet, filled with a sense of longing.
"Not as much as I love you," Y/n replied, her voice trembling. The room was filled with an unspoken tension, the weight of the years they had lost, and the complexity of the emotions they still held for each other.
As Kane and Y/n faced each other, surrounded by the shadows of a past they could never fully reclaim, the story of their reunion was far from over. There were secrets and untold tales, regrets and unspoken truths, and the undeniable bond that still connected them despite all that had transpired in the mysterious realm of Area X.
Credit to ominoose.
and that's it, I hope you like it. It’s been a while since I wrote! Don't hesitate to tell me if you want a sequel!! 💕
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Howdy partner. Yer old comrade ominoose has arrived to the salon. I reckon you could fix me up some good kane X reader, at the time where that there fellar comes home different. How he'd re-fall in love with you as this new fellar and what his love language would be like now.
Much obliged. Xo
How Kane re-falls in love with reader
Summary: Kane falls in love with you once again.
Warnings: One mention of past sex, reader gets harassed but dw Kane punches him, fem reader, it's mostly fluff tbh, let me know if I missed anything!
Notes: Stop trying to be American I see through your cunning ruse- ty for requesting I'm really on the kane train todayyyy
When Kane comes back from Area X, he is VASTLY different
He knows you're his wife, his woman, his girl, ladyfriend, better half, whatever you want to call it
He knows what those words mean, they mean he should love you... but he's not sure what love is
Love, such a very human thing. But, well, he isn't really human, anymore
He half expects you to freak out, at some point, to come to the realisation that this thing isn't Kane. And you do, but you don't care
Kane observes with awe when you realise he's not really the man you married, and yet still, you readily accept him.
Part of him thinks this infantile attempt to soothe your "petty human emotions" is laughable
But.. in time, he comes to endear it about you
No matter what form he came in, you loved Kane, and would take from him whatever he gave you
Like I've said before, Kane isn't really talkative much nowadays, but he still starts expressing his affection for you. Mostly it starts with helping around the house;
"One sec, I just need to finish putting the laundry away." "I took care of it."
"I just need to change the bedding." "I did it. Don't worry."
Don't worry?
Don't worry!?!?
Kane, who'd come back after 14 months so unfeeling, so stoic, had just told you, "Don't worry."
You're surprised. As is he.
He's a little frightened at what he's feeling, whatever it is being so foreign to him
He doesn't want you to worry. What does that mean?
What's happening to him?
Is it.. love?
The next time he is confirmed of his feelings, strange and wholly human as they are, is when you're out at a bar together.
He's stiff, and awkward, choosing not to drink any alcohol, but.. he finds himself enjoying your presence anyway
Just, basking in it, as you giggle in a tipsy stupour, chatting about your day
He isn't quite sure what beauty is, not yet. But as he looks at your tight red dress, cut just above your knee, he thinks he realises.
It tumbles out of his mouth with an uncoordination that was not common of him after Area X;
"You're beautiful."
You both stare at eachother for a moment. Kane didn't talk much, not anymore, and when he did, his words were impactful.
He hadn’t said anything like that since he'd come home.
You feel your eyes watering.
You thank him, and excuse yourself to the restroom to reapply your makeup before it can be ruined by your tears.
He let's you go, sitting still in his chair, occasionally nibbling on the seasoned fries you ordered.
He doesn't wonder where you are for the few minutes you're gone, why would he? You told him outright where you were going.
But then, he hears your voice. You sound apprehensive, uneasy.
"N-no, thankyou!" Kane hears you say, he turns around in his seat to see you unsuccessfully trying to avoid the attention of a black-out drunk guy
Kane's face remains completely stoic, but inside he feels.... hot
And not in the way when he fucks you, he feels... angry? Is this rage? He abruptly stands up in his chair.
All his focus is on you, he feels... protective of you. Possessive, maybe. You are his wife, his woman, no one gets the right to harass you like this, no one.
You instantly feel safe as he approaches from behind, tenderly wrapping his arm around your waist.
"She said no." Kane's voice, as usual, is deeply calm. But his eyes shine with hidden rage. The drunk guy blearily asks who Kane thinks he is;
"I'm her husband. Now go away."
You stare starry-eyed at him, at what he just confessed.
For the first time in.. forever, you'd heard Kane call himself your "husband."
Well your makeup was certainly ruined now, what with silent tears you shed at Kane's admission.
The drunk guy wasn't taking no for an answer, he moved to grab you, but Kane was there first, delivering a harsh punch straight across the guy's jaw, knocking him down.
It was a wonder the police weren't called, and you had scolded him for it on the way home.
"What were you thinking, Kane?! You could've gotten arrested or charged with assault for God's sake."
He sits back as he drives, seemingly to genuinely mull over your question. A few minutes later he answers;
"I was thinking... I am your husband. You are my wife.. it's my job to protect you.."
You stare at him, your heart fit to burst.
"...I love you," you start cautiously, and for the first time he replies with certainty;
"I love you too."
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also, also, also, what about Kane being confused at reader taking naps during the day. Like ?????? now is not the designated sleep time ???????
The calloused hand now on your forehead distracted you from the nap you'd nearly fell into, now left squinting up at Kane's monotone expression.
"What are you doing?" It was a question that rolled comfortably off the tongue, having been used so often since his return from Area X, now matter how long ago it had been.
"Checking to see if you're ill." An answer that only led to more questions, another comfortable routine you both found yourselves in.
"Why would you think I'm sick?"
"You're trying to sleep midday."
Another familiar, yet sporadic, routine between you both was finding out things commonly socialized into every human under the embrace of society that were so foreign to him they lacked any sort of concept his mind could stumble upon on its own. Like the point of buying a new candle when your last one hadn't finished, re-watching the same comfort movie, finding comfort in his arms.
He never understood a lot, but learning with him was almost like falling in love again, with him and love itself.
"Kane, I was trying to nap..." The pause was always given to him, room to attempt an understanding before the explanation.
The tilt of his head showed there wasn't even a hint of understanding.
"Napping. People take small rests, usually half an hour to two hours long, usually around the afternoon. Either to re-energize or just... rest."
Another beat passed. The information being slotted somewhere, dissected and appraised.
The moment it was fully understood was made obvious when he turned away, and with a quiet gratefulness that he had no follow up questions your eyes shut once more.
Only to open once again when a sudden weight dipped the bed behind you, thick arm laying unobtrusively over your waist, a simple reminder. Warm breath fanned over your neck in a slow, even rhythm.
It was the best nap since he'd come home.
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