#maybe I am on drugs please forgive me or ignore me
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Illicit Affairs | Chapter IX: Seven
Pairing: Neteyam x Human/Avatar!Reader
Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter X
Synopsis: As your life comes to an end, someone you never thought you'd see again helps both you and Neteyam navigate your past and future.
Warnings: pure angst, mentions of death, mental illness, addiction, self-injury, no mentions of Y/N, cursing, some fluff, a lot of crying, like too much crying honestly
Word Count: 9,3k words
A/N: The second to last chapter is here, and with it also comes the beginning of the end. I am honestly so sad at the thought of this series finishing, I have spent every minute of my life thinking and living in it, and I am not ready for it to end (wink wink). This chapter was the most emotionally draining piece of writing I have ever done, but I am so happy with the way it turned out. I hope you like it, and that you find some comfort in this story, the way I found comfort in writing it and sharing it with you. I am so so excited about the last chapter, and I will start writing it right away. As always, thank you so much for engaging with my work and for all the support, I loved reading your comments and asks so so much, they make my life honestly.
(Pls listen to seven by TS when reading this, I think it will enhance the experience x also jake saying babygirl does things to me ok byee x )
“Please, picture me in the trees, I hit my peak at seven
Feet, in the swing over the creek, I was too scared to jump in
Please picture me in the weeds, before I learnt civility
I used to scream ferociously any time I wanted
...Are there still beautiful things?”
Neteyam left the clearing with so much anger it could be mined as a new energy source. He couldn’t believe this, couldn’t believe you. He was losing you, over and over, and now will lose you permanently. His heart bled so much, he didn’t think he could make it back to the village in the state he was in. He spent the last month of his life, the last month of your life, training you, ignoring his feelings for you, having dinner with another woman, when he should have been loving you, helping you heal and checking in on your human form, that he spent his whole life with and then abandoned for your Avatar. You took everything from him by keeping this a secret. His whole life, his future, the chance at any happiness or hope or trust in loved ones. He would never forgive you for this. You robbed him of everything and your death will bring his own, maybe not physical, but spiritual and emotional.
He didn’t want to go back to the village, couldn’t go back to the village. He couldn’t hear it, couldn’t hear them talking about you, about your death, he couldn’t see them cry and mourn, for the woman he will love as long as his beating heart was still pumping blood, and not die, not collapse due to the overbearing weight of his broken soul. There was only one place he thought to go, only one place he might find any semblance of peace: Vitraya Ramunong, the Tree of Souls.
Norm and the Sullys were still in the tent, discussing ways to get you to accept the consciousness transfer, brainstorming every possible idea, even thinking of literally tying you to a bed and pumping you with the drugs that they knew would buy you, buy them some more time to change your mind. They all jumped at the screech that came from just outside their tent, and Jake got his gun resting by his side and saw the rest of his family arming themselves with bows and knives at the ominous sound. When they made it outside, they were shocked to see your ikran, a beautiful beast, batting her wings aggressively and hissing in their direction.
“What is it, girl?” Jake said, approaching her carefully and petting her head gently. The ikran opened her mouth and took Jake’s hand in hers, which elicited a furious reaction from Neytiri, to which Jake raised his other hand in a calming gesture.
“She’s not hurting me, she’s pulling me away, towards the lab. I think she’s trying to tell us something.”
His heart dropped at the thought of what could your ikran be wanting to show them so ardently, so urgently. He has never seen such behaviour from a banshee, and he realises painfully how much of an imprint you have made on this world, on life all around you. He wishes this world would have made as much of an impact on you, maybe if it had, you wouldn’t want to leave it so soon.
Jake got on the banshee without making the bond, and she immediately took off.
“Take the Ikrans or Pa’li and hurry to the lab, I have a really bad feeling.”
The last thing he saw is his entire family calling for their animals, the hurry and desperation enveloping all of them like a warm, suffocating blanket.
The banshee landed in a small clearing with a river source in the middle of it. It was a beautiful place that Jake has somehow never stumbled through before, but he couldn’t think about it too much when another, more urgent matter caught his eye. A small and fragile frame, motionless on the ground.
“KID!” He jumped from the back of the ikran like it was lava, and ran as quickly as he possibly could, kneeling on the ground next to you. His face immediately went to your masked one, trying to see if he could spot breathing. Two fingers rushed to your throat, looking for a pulse he couldn’t feel.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, don’t do this to me, baby girl. Come on, please.”
He removed your mask and starting giving you CPR, his two hands wrapped around each other in firsts as he rhythmically compressed your chest in the spot right on top of your heart. Thirty compressions, two breaths, thirty compressions, two breaths. He was trying so hard to remain calm and collected, but his mind was screaming with the image of you on the ground, dead or dying, he still didn’t know, alone, and he felt tears pool in his eyes. You have been alone for such a long time, and he was right: he never tried to understand what you must have been going through, how hard this life must have been for you on this planet your body didn’t belong on, with a soul so bright and wild that was continuously tamed by the fury of your own destiny, with which you battled your whole existence. Losing your mum changed you, finding your dad in the woods broke your spirit, and losing Neteyam took away the last shred of happiness you had, and they watched. He watched, unknowing and ignorant. He will never forgive himself if you died here, in his arms.
He was continuing the CPR when his eyes snapped at something moving above his head. Jake stopped the chest compressions at the sight. Atokirina, dozens of them, floating down gently and peacefully until they reached your body, where they settled for a few seconds, before they all took flight again concomitantly. Jake thought that was a good sign, and, in a desperate attempt to add on to Eywa’s efforts, he brought up his fingers together in a fist, and with all his might, hit your unmoving chest, saying a silent prayer in his mind as he did so.
With wide eyes and laboured breaths, Jake saw the small girl he’s known since she was born come back to life with a violent gasp. You immediately started coughing breathlessly, and Jake put your mask back over your face. He pressed a button and allowed you to take a few short, pained breaths. He felt relief wash all over him, but he knew he needed to go; you weren’t breathing properly, and he saw your face slowly turning purple.
“It’s okay, baby girl. You’re going to be okay.”
With very little effort, Jake lifted you from the ground and carried you in his arms, running as fast as he could do without disturbing you even further. He couldn’t help wince as he was looking at your body, so weak and feeble, so different than the one he remembered. How did this happen? How did Norm and Max allow this?
He made it to the lab shortly, and saw the whole family waiting for him there. Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk all let out a shocked gasp at your lifeless form residing in Jake’s arms, but he couldn’t think about that now, he couldn’t worry about anything other than making sure you will survive this.
Norm and Max let him in with their keycards and motioned hurriedly in the direction of the medical ward. He knew where to go, having been there a few times with soldiers who were sick, as well with his own kids when they got illnesses the Tsahik couldn’t cure. He hurried past all the hallways and entered and put you down as gently as he possibly could. Norm and Max burst through the door, getting all sorts of instruments and machines ready that Jake couldn’t name with a gun to his head. He silently got out of the way, and let them do what they did best.
He got out of the room and grabbed Tuk in his arms, holding her tightly when she nuzzled her head in his neck and started silently sobbing.
“What is going on?” Kiri, one of your best friends in the whole world, your sister, asked through shaky breaths and hushed cries.
“Ma 'ite…” Neytiri said softly, hugging her kids close to her chest.
“She’s sick, isn’t she? Like the people in the village?”
“Yes, my sweet child.”
“But those people died.” Tuk said in between high pitched whimpers.
Jake and Neytiri exchanged a knowing, sorrowful look, and tightened their grip on their children.
Neteyam found the Tree of Souls to be deserted, as most Na’vi would be gone hunting or preparing for the upcoming war this time of day, or just taking shelter from the rain that has been pouring for days with no seeming intention of stopping. He knelt on the ground and peered up at the bright pink and purple tendrils of the sacred willow, taking in the beauty that he is yet to get over, even after coming here his whole entire life. A pained cry escaped his lips at the realisation he will never be able to show this to you. From the second he saw your Avatar body, dreams invaded his subconscious mind, dreams of when you would finally become one of the people, dreams of your soft hair bouncing on your beautiful back while you ran beneath the tree, dreams of his finally being able to make you his, the way he has wanted for so long. You were supposed to become one of the people, you were supposed to be his, his mate and the mother of his children, his Tsahik, the best Tsahik this clan had ever seen. How the fuck was he supposed to come to terms with this heartbreak, how was he ever supposed to be the same person again? You were in his life from the moment you were born. You were born just a couple of months apart, as if Eywa couldn’t wait any longer to join two souls who were meant to be. He couldn’t remember a day in his life when you weren’t there - even if not physically, you were always in his life, in his mind, your light forever permeated through every cell in his body. You were the only fact of life he was sure of, how was he supposed to live without you?
“I have another quote that reminds me of you, though.”
Patting the spot next to you, you signalled for him to lie down. He did, although his legs were completely off the bed, the tiny contraption barely able to accommodate his torso. You let out a small laugh, but seemed happy to have him so close.
You placed your head on his chest, and he prayed you couldn’t hear the way his heart felt like it was trying to escape his chest at your proximity and warmth. You opened the book and looked for the quote.
“Ah, there is it.” You cleared your throat, then continued. “He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
“I like that.” He felt bashful at your admission of how you viewed him. You were always braver than him when it comes to your feelings. You never said them out right, but you always gave enough proof through moments like these, when you would sing a song, or read him a section of a book you thought resonated with you.
“Read more. Is there anything else in that book that reminds you of us?”
You blushed, but flipped through more pages. You have him a knowing look, and read from the book you gripped on so tightly your knuckles turned white.
“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.”
He couldn’t help think of that quote, and how deeply you both felt for each other, how this world is dull and senseless, meaningless and bleak without the other. “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger”. He never quite understood the magnitude of this quote until today, when he stared at your dying body, until he was here, kneeling under the Tree of Souls, knowing soon you might not be part of his universe anymore, willing to beg Eywa until his knees bleed for another chance, for one more try.
“Great Mother,” he starts as he reaches for the queue and brings it to one of the tendrils he was softly grasping in his hand, “I need your help. I’m begging you for help.”
His queue wraps around the mauve willow branch and he inhales faintly at the bond, as he is transported across dimensions, to another plane of being, higher than any living thing had access to except in this way.
He woke up in the last place he thought he would, the lab. The damn lab, with its white, too-white walls and a smell that always burned his nostrils and a coldness that he would never get used to, no matter how many days he has spent here in his life. Without you in it, it was unnatural and unwelcoming, and he didn’t want to be here a second longer than he needed to.
“Ma 'itan.” he heard a voice call out to him from inside one of the rooms, and he made his way slowly towards it, feet hurting from the biting temperature of the smooth tiles. He passed a mirror that was hung on one of the walls, and was startled to see himself in it, only it appeared more like a window to the past, as the face looking back at him was young, no older than 10.
He continued on, and eventually reached it. It was dark, except the light from a computer screen and one desk lamp gently illuminating the room. Sat on a chair was a woman, beautiful and elegant, with light curly hair that reached her torso and kind features, that reminded him so much of her daughter, so much so that it made his heart constrict in pain.
“Neteyam, my boy, it’s so good to see you!”
“Auntie Jo?”
“You’ve grown so much, ma 'itan. You’ve become a handsome young man.”
“Auntie Jo, what’s going on? Why am I here?”
“You’ve come to ask for help from the Great Mother. The Great Mother doesn’t take sides, son, you know that. She protects only the balance of life.”
“Yes, and her life hangs in the balance. I need Eywa to help, I need Eywa to save her, because her life has never been balanced. There’s never been anything fair about her life, and this second chance is the balance. It’s what she deserves, a lifetime of happiness to make up for all the hurt the Universe has put her through.”
“I see you are still my daughter’s angel, even after all this time. You always took care of her, from when you were both babies. We used to put you in the same crib and you would go to sleep holding hands. You both used to cry whenever it was time for us to return to the lab. Eventually, we had to give you a piece of clothing of the other, so you could sleep peacefully through the night. I always knew you were supposed to end up together. It’s part of the reason I worked so hard to decode the Avatar for her.”
“She’s dying. She’s dying and there’s nothing I can do! I need you to help me save her, I need to do something, I need something to stop the way it feels like I’m being ripped apart at every seam in my body. I have never known such pain, I never knew it was possible for a body to hurt so badly from a wound that doesn’t even exist.”
The woman rose from the chair and took Neteyam in her arms, allowing him to place his head on her shoulders and cry. Neteyam tightened his arms around her and held her, crying, releasing all the grief he was feeling for his love, for his future, for her.
“If you feel it, son, then it exists. If you feel her, then she exists, and she will exist forever. In truth, there is nothing any of us can do, except love her and be there for her. My daughter has grown so much, and so much grief grew along with her. And she learnt how to let grief grow until it is so big it cannot be contained within her body from me. But there’s still time for her to grow, too. Grow bigger than the grief. She needs you, Neteyam. She needs you to be her light one last time. She needs you right now. You should go before it’s too late.”
Neteyam woke up like from a dream and removed his queue from the tree so quickly it hurt him and he felt the pain travel all the way to the tip of his toes. It didn’t matter, he thought. He could be scalped right now and he would still be calling his ikran with enough might to wake up the entire forest. As soon as she arrived at the foot of the tree, he got on her and motioned for her to take off, no other thoughts than the words your mother uttered echoing in his ears. I need to get to the lab, fuck, I hope I’m not too late. I can’t be too late. It can’t be too late.
He completely spaced out until he reached the lab, so it was like he blinked and he was there. He saw your ikran next to the entrance of the lab and felt his pulse quicken so fast he almost fell off his own with how faint it made him. He knocked on the door forcefully and incessantly until Lo’ak came and opened it. His baby brother’s eyes were red and damp and he looked sick and tired; Neteyam couldn’t remember the last time he has ever seen Lo’ak in this state - he didn’t think he ever had. The lump that formed in Neteyam’s throat stopped him from speaking, and he looked at his brother with desperation laced on every feature, silently pleading to be put out of his misery.
“She collapsed outside the lab. She was in a clearing a few minutes from here. Her ikran came to the village and took dad to where she was, and he brought her here.”
Lo’ak started crying again, bringing a hand to his face to hide himself, and Neteyam took him in his arms and hugged him.
“She was dead, bro. Dad said she was dead. Her heart stopped and he managed to start it back up again, but she has been in the room with Norm and Max for a while, she won’t wake up. She’s been sick for a month and we didn’t know. I didn’t know!”
Neteyam let Lo’ak cry it out, feeling his own hurt being pushed aside at the sight of his baby brother needing a shoulder to cry on. He couldn’t be weak when his family needed him.
Eventually they made their way down the corridor until they reached the rest of their family, and he saw it, saw you, and it immediately made his sick. He’s struggled to keep down whatever food he still had in his system at the terrorising sight - you, lying on a white framed bed, unconscious, with tubes coming in and out of you, so many tubes he was losing count. He saw the tubes coming out of machines that were beeping, and one of them was removing blood from your body and then pushing it back in, and Neteyam felt weak in the knees taking it all in.
FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF
STAGE IV: BARGAINING
You woke up in a daze, feeling heavy and numb, like that one time you were 16 and you took one too many sleeping pills and you needed 3 days to ride out the consequences. You frowned deeply at the bright artificial lights that were bearing down on you, and you realised you were in the medical ward of the hub. You faintly heard the ECG machine beeping, and you knew at least you weren’t dead yet. You don’t know how much time it’s been, the last thing you remember is Neteyam turning his back on you in the clearing.
“You’re a coward…”
You felt your heart hurt, although the pain was not physical, it wasn’t an arrhythmia or fibrillation or asystole, it was worse. It was a kind of pain you can’t fix with some pills or a defibrillator or some epinephrine to restart the heart. It didn’t work that way. This pain you would have to ride out, have to hope it will pass in time.
He was right. You were a coward, have been your whole life. There was no point denying it any longer, no point hiding behind a facade of eye rolls and straight faces. You killed yourself slowly and painfully, for years - taking pills, taking too many pills, ignoring the pleas from your mind that told you it was slowly losing focus, that couldn’t handle pain as well anymore, that couldn’t sleep unless it was practically mush by the time your head hit the pillow. You told yourself it was unfortunate that you got the virus, that you hated it and that you were working for cure, but in reality you were kind of relieved when it happened. Because now you had an excuse, and you didn’t have to do any of the heavy lifting yourself.
You were a coward, refusing to get help or let yourself be loved, let yourself be mourned, because you didn’t want to deal with it. You refused to tell Neteyam, the man who has loved you and been your rock your whole life, who, despite everything that went on between you, would always be yours, and who you knew would suffer immensely because of your passing, because you didn’t want to suffer with him. You didn’t tell Norm and Max, because you knew they would make you get help, and try to get you to heal and stay alive longer, and you didn’t want that. You didn’t tell Jake or Neytiri, or the kids, because no parent or sibling should have to watch their kid, their sister die, and you thought by pushing them away and blaming them for Neteyam’s indiscretion, you would be able to soften the blow. But most of all, you didn’t tell them because you didn’t want to know that people do love you, would suffer because of you, that your death impacted lives around you. You didn’t need the guilt.
Nobody was paying attention to you, you realised. You briefly saw Norm and Max hurrying around you out of the corner of your eye, and saw a dialysis machine retrieving your blood through a tube coming from your neck. You were going into multiple organ failure, you deduced. Your heart and lungs were shot, your kidneys were shot, you didn’t have much time left.
You wanted to speak, you wanted to scream for Neteyam, for all of them, and apologise. You knew what it meant to lose people, better than most. You were sorry for knowing you will put these people you loved so much through so much pain. You were sorry things turned out like this, that you weren’t stronger, that your heart was so broken it found comfort in the pain and was too scared to heal. The tube coming out of your mouth didn’t allow for that. You felt tears falling from your eyes and then slowly the heaviness taking over, pushing your eyelids shut, and the last thing you heard was the unmistakable sound of a flatline, and screams all around you.
You woke up dazed, needing a few second to take in your surroundings. You had no idea where you were, it isn’t a place you have ever seen before. You looked, trying to accommodate to the light shining brightly from an orb in the sky, and when you couldn’t see Polyphemus and its moons in the sky, you knew you were no longer on Pandora. It took a while, but you eventually realised you were on Earth. You turned around, taking in all of your surroundings, and felt amazed at the unfamiliar new sights. In front of you stood a house. On the smaller side (you thought, based on all the Hollywood movies you’ve seen), with a blue paintcoat and surrounded by a short brown fence, it had flowers you were fascinated by and shrubbery surrounding it, giving it an unkept look - you loved it. It was not like the houses you have seen in the movies, perfect and artificial, with human precision to ruin what Mother Earth put there for a reason. Behind you were paved roads, but nobody was around. There were no other houses, the one in front of you solitary and quiet, except for a rhythmic sound you could hear from somewhere behind it, although you could not place it, as the house was on a little hill.
You made your way towards the entrance quietly, and were pleasantly surprised when the little fence opened at your slightest push, so you continued through the cobblestone path, until you were standing face to face with a white door. You felt yourself curiously knocking on it, hoping someone could let you in and explain to you what was going on, why were you here, what was this place? Was this the afterlife? Were you in heaven?
After waiting a few minutes at the door with no answer, you touched the handle and pressed gently, surprised again when it opened to you. You felt a strange smell envelop you, it was a completely new olfactory experience than you have ever had, and you realised you loved it - it was a rich and warm smell, and you had to swallow as it seemed to trigger hunger in your system. The room you were in was a little claustrophobic, but you couldn’t help thinking if was homely and snug and felt a strange familiarity as you walked through the dimly lit narrow hallway. Right by the entrance to the right was a brighter, doorless room that probably served as a library once - the walls were covered in thick mahogany shelves filled to the brim with colourful books, and a beautiful dark brown desk was placed in the middle of it, with a fuzzy looking carpet adorning the wooden floors. Further in the hallway, frames with photos of people you couldn’t really place were decorating the blue walls and you smiled taking them all in. A photo of 3 people at the beach, a family, you noted, a photo in a beautiful location somewhere in the mountains, a photo of a dad carrying a small girl on his back, both of them laughing widely - all so beautiful, so intimate. On one of the images was scribbled something that caught your attention. It was an image of a girl, young and beautiful, with light and wavy hair and holding what you knew from movies to be a graduation gown, throwing her cap in the air. The handwritten note on it said “Our little Marj graduating summa cum laude at only 18! - Johns Hopkins, June 2123.”
Shocked, you removed the frame from the wall and looked at it closer. Your mum. This was your mum’s house, the house she grew up in as a child. What were you doing here? What was happening to you? You held on to the picture as you moved through the house that eventually opened into a big and brightly lit room, that served as both the kitchen and the living room. In the corner of the room lay a beautiful grand piano and a few guitars, all on stands. Through the big windows and the door that opened to the backyard, you saw a large body of water, and you realised the noises you were hearing earlier were waves, crashing on the sandy beach. You have never seen anything like it and couldn’t help stare for a while, just taking in the beauty of this world you never thought you would be able to experience for yourself. You found yourself picking up one of the guitars on the stand that you knew was your mum’s, since it was the same one you have…. had on Pandora, and opened the door to the outside, slowly walking towards the open sea.
You frowned as you made your way through the fine warm sand at all these new experiences and sensations you have never had before, and the frown deepened at a blanket on the ground, almost inviting you to sit down, almost as if it was laid out for you. Feeling safe and blissful in this new world you now inhabited, you allowed yourself to do as you were silently bid.
You loved the malleable feeling of the sand as you stretched your legs and noticed it moved to accommodate your body. The blanket was soft, and you felt inspired to pick up the guitar and tune it, strumming it gently. You couldn’t believe what was happening to you, the fact that you were here, on Earth, in your mum’s childhood home. You didn’t know what to think, but you thought that if this is death, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
“My love.”
That voice. Your breathing and hands both stopped to bring you to a dead still. Your eyes immediately filled with tears that spilled like effortless waterfalls, a visceral reaction to a voice you never thought you’d ever hear again. Your head snapped in the direction of the voice so quickly it gave you whiplash, but you didn’t care. Nothing else mattered in this life but this voice.
“Mum??” You got up to your feet as rapidly as your human body could handle and ran in the arms of the woman you loved more than anything in this world, more than life itself. You were sobbing as you removed yourself form her arms, touching her face with your hands, touching her arms, making sure she was real, that she was here.
“Oh my God, baby, it’s ok, I’m right here.”
She was trying to calm you down enough so you could utter a word, but you couldn’t, you couldn’t stop wailing, couldn’t stop your body expelling so many tears you completely soaked the top of her t-shirt.
Slowly, she moved you to where you were sat just a few minutes ago, and you were a blubbering mess, unable to utter a single syllable to this woman you have spoken enough to fill out novels in your dreams, in your thoughts, in your soul.
“You’re alright, my love. Everything’s alright.” She was removing tears as they fell from your eyes with her palm, gently cupping your face and smiling at you, with enough warmth you knew it could power up this whole world if she let it.
Eventually, you found your voice. “Mum, what is this? How are you here? Am I dead?”
She laughed at your barrage of questioning, remembering fondly how you have always been such a curious cat, always had so many questions for her, relentless in your quest for knowledge.
“You’re with Eywa, my love. We’re with Eywa. And no, you are not dead yet.”
“Yet?”
“Yes, baby. It seems Eywa is not quite done with you yet.”
“What does the Great Mother want from me?”
“I think she wants you to make a choice, baby.”
“I’ve already made my choice.”
“I don’t think you have, my love.”
You thought about her words for a while. You thought you made your choice. I mean, you were here, weren’t you? Dead. Or in purgatory, one of the two, but still, not alive. You thought about your life. About your beautiful mother sitting in front of you, and the moment she gave her last breath to the world. Her funeral, rain pouring over you like the endless sorrow that hasn’t left you since. You thought about how hard it was to sleep at night, how the nightmares never stopped, how the sadness became a confidant you knew you could never shake - you knew you didn’t want to shake. You thought about your dad - the guilt you felt because of him, his actions, his murders, how they haunted you in dark corridors, how the Na’vi people cursed you in your dreams and told you you were a demon, just like he was. You thought about his body in the woods, his exo-suit that he left a few steps behind, and how you couldn’t walk barefoot after that. You thought about the pills, your only friends, the only cure for your debilitating insomnia. You thought about your sleep paralysis demons, crawling on top of you and sitting on your chest until you couldn’t breathe anymore, watching you scream and laughing at you mockingly, how they always looked like you, how they were just a dark, cursed version of yourself, the you you knew you looked like in your soul. You thought about Neteyam leaving - the last straw, the one that left you irreparably broken, the one that skinned you alive and left you for dead.
You thought you made your choice.
“I miss you, ma. So much.” The crying never stopped, but you held her hand and tried to revel in the feeling, in knowing she was here and you were with her. Even if you weren’t sure about your choice before, you were when you looked into her bright and caring eyes. “I just found you, I can’t lose you again.”
“I miss you, too, bunny. I have kept an eye on you for almost 9 years, everyday regretting not fighting harder to be in your life.”
You frowned at her words. “You fought hard, ma. Your death was a tragedy, but it was unavoidable.”
“Maybe.”
“What do you mean maybe?”
“I mean I fell in the same bad patterns as you did, bunny. I could have asked Mo’at for the transfer, but I didn’t. Just like you didn’t. It hurts me so much to see you make the same mistakes as I did. I love you so much, and I wish I could have healed enough in life to not bestow on you this grief. I wish I could have been braver and stronger, I wish I could have asked for help when I felt like the world was caving in on itself on top of me. Maybe if I did, then you wouldn’t be here.
When your dad died, most of me died along with him. Having to have and raise you by myself was the toughest thing I have ever had to brave. And I’d like to think I did a good job, and it was easy enough, because you were the best baby anyone’s ever had, but inside I was screaming. Every night was hell and I struggled with surviving for the rest of my life. When the cancer came, I was terrified to leave you, I was terrified of knowing you would have to be in this world alone, but selfishly, I was relieved. Because the hurt would finally stop. Mo’at, Jake, Neytiri, Norm, Max, everyone tried to get me to accept the consciousness transfer, but I didn’t. Because it was my consciousness that was killing me slowly. A new body wasn’t going to change that.”
You were reeling at the confession, finding it hard to keep breathing, hard to keep going, even in death. Was there no peace? Were you never going to be at peace? You felt so sad at her words, so angry at her admitting she didn’t let you in, that she abandoned you without fighting as hard as she possibly could to heal, to stay alive for you. She lied about being happy, about you being everything she ever needed, she died without even trying the consciousness transfer. How could she ever d-
You gasped in shock at the realisation.
“What, was I supposed to find you dead one day and that was it? That was what I deserved from you, after all the blood, sweat and tears I gave you? You said I took your choice away. You wouldn’t have even given me a choice to say goodbye to the love of my life before you fucking died!”
“You had a choice. You could have come to the many people who love you, love you unconditionally, and told us, and let us in, and let us help you. You could have gotten help, taken the pills, fight your damn hardest to make this work, to find a cure, for the life your mum gave you, the life she would have to watch you throw away. You have a choice now. To want to live, to want to fight through this and come out the other side a new, better person. To let me love you, let people love you. To do the consciousness transfer and be with me, and be happy, forever. And you’re choosing this.“
“Baby, are you still with me?”
All of a sudden, all new thoughts entered your mind from the ones before. You thought you made your choice. But then you thought about Pandora, the beautiful world you loved so much, that despite not being born for, you climbed its trees and ran its grounds like you had. You thought about how happy laying on the grass made you, just feeling how each blade tickled your skin and brought a laughter that was so pure, so unassuming - so real. You thought about your guitar, and the guitar Neteyam gave you, and the peace you felt when you played them, when you sang your feelings, like a litany to cleanse your soul.
You thought about Kiri - your beautiful sister who you scoured the woods with, finding rocks and flowers and watching her crafting necklaces while the light shone brightly on your faces. You thought about Lo’ak. Your movie marathons, the endless laughter and the warmth he brought to your soul, that felt forever childlike when around him. You thought about Spider, the monkey boy who was the only one who could truly understand what you were going through as a human child growing on a different planet.
You thought about Norm and Max, how they raised you without ever asking for anything in return, how they kept you in their lab and bestowed upon you all of their knowledge and skill and the look they gave you whenever you put anything they taught you to good use. You thought about Jake and Neytiri, your surrogate parents that you always pushed away, and they always came back, loving you unconditionally despite all your emotional shortcomings. You thought about Tuk, how she looked at you like you were the most amazing sister she had, how you used to be the only one who could put her to sleep when she was a fussy infant, how she loved your voice and clung to your every word.
You thought about your mum, who despite being gone for almost a decade, you still felt in you every day, whenever you touched a book you know she loved, whenever you were in the lab, whenever you looked in the mirror and the eyes that greeted you might as well be hers. Finally, you thought about Neteyam. The person you loved more than life itself, more than the sun and the moon, more than every star in the sky. The person who has been here all your life, who stood by you no matter what, who only left so you didn’t have to suffer further. You thought about his smile, his eyes which were like the lighthouse that would always guide you home, his touch that brought life back into you, his love for you, that shone bright and eternal.
You realised then you weren’t ready to say goodbye to all of those things, you wanted more, needed more. You wanted to know what it was like to live, fully live, you wanted to know what it felt like to have a proper family, you wanted to give yourself fully to the man you loved, you wanted to know if your kids would have your mum’s eyes and their dad’s kindness and patience. You wanted to experience Pandora’s sky with Neyn, and you wanted to find a cure for the virus that killed you. You wanted to help the Na’vi fight the Sky People, and you wanted to show them there are good humans out there, and you come from one, and are one. You needed more time.
You were crying so hard you felt your hand going and grasping at your heart, trying to somehow claw through your chest and grasp it in your palms and hold it, trying to stop it from hurting. “I need to go back. I have to go back, I need more time.”
As soon as you said that, you heard a sound coming from the sky, almost like far away thunder. You didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t have time to think about it.
“Ma, I have to go back. I have to make it right. I’m not ready, mum. I’m not ready to go yet.”
“I know, baby. It seems you finally made your choice.”
You saw far into the distance, and saw the edges of the world dissipate slowly, leaving behind a white glow in their wake. You knew what was coming, you knew the one thing you still had to do before it happened.
“Mum, I forgive you. I’m so sorry life took so much from you and I am sorry I couldn’t help more. I’m sorry you had to hurt alone. I love you so much, I will always love you. You will always be a part of me. I forgive you.”
You saw your beautiful mum take a deep breath in, and her body started glowing with the same glow that was gently overtaking the world.
“I have roamed this world for almost 10 years, unable to move on. I am finally free, my love. I can rest now. Thank you.”
Before she would inevitably leave you again, you needed to know one more thing.
“Mum, was my dad evil?”
“Oh, baby. Your dad was a beautiful soul, and although he had many flaws, he was not evil. When you are ready to open your bottom desk drawer, make sure you look around you as well. All will be revealed in time, my love. And listen to Kiri more when she talks to you about plants, you might be surprised what could come of it.” She smiled kindly and gave you a mischievous wink, and with that, she vanished.
“MUM!” You screamed, anguished at losing her again.
You heard her voice echo in the sky.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
You smiled through tears at the poem she used to read you at least once a week when you were a baby. Once it was done, her voice was replaced with another, and you realised what the previous sounds in the sky were. The only voice in the world that mattered.
“Atan! Please come back, please come back. You can’t leave me, please!”
I’m coming, my light.
“Push another round of Epi.”
Neteyam watched as the two humans were working tirelessly to try to bring you back to life. He thought he knew what pain was, what grief and sorrow were, but realised he didn’t - not until the last 30 minutes, as he saw you die in front of him, not until he saw your body being electrocuted and needles going in your heart, not until not any of this torture worked, not until you were still dead, not until his worst fear in life materialised like a bad magic trick.
“We’ve been doing this for too long, Norm. Even if she comes back now, her brain was without oxygen for 30 minutes and I-“
“Just fucking do it, Max!”
Neteyam saw Norm get the machine with the two pads that shocked your body ready again, and he felt himself hope, just a little hope, for the last time. He heard himself talk over the noise, over the constant flat tone of the machine that was connected to your heart.
“Atan! Please come back, please come back. You can’t leave me, please!”
Norm put the pads on your body as soon as Max injected you with what they called Epi.
“CLEAR!” He screamed and pressed the handles of the pads, and your body convulsed violently at the shock they administered.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The room went completely quiet. He saw Norm and Max look at you with mouths agape and then look at each other. Then they started crying.
“We have sinus rhythm.”
Neteyam felt his heartbeat thump in his chest, felt dizzy and confused. The beeping was different than the tone he heard before. Why were they crying? He turned around to face his family and noticed them hugging, and laughing wildly, screaming and crying at the sight, and he let himself believe, for a second, that this was not bad news.
“What is sinus rhythm?” He said, voice hoarse from the amount of crying he had lived through.
“She’s alive.” Norm says through panted breaths and muted tears.
She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive.
It felt like Neteyam took his first breath, like he was born again. They say every Na’vi is born twice, and although the second one was technically when he became a man, he would argue the second time was right now. Those words brought him back to life, in an instant and he felt like he could finally breathe. He could finally live.
“Neteyam”, Max puts a hand on his shoulder, “She’s been dead for 30 minutes. She is alive, but we don’t know what state she will be in when and if she wakes.”
No, you will be fine. He had no doubt in his mind anymore. Eywa has spoken. Eywa brought you back for a reason.
Hours passed, and you didn’t wake. The two scientists gave you pills and liquids that were going in you through various tubes in your body. Neteyam was tortured at the sight, but was consoled with knowing these were keeping you alive. Eventually, they left you to rest, not being able to do anything more until you would wake up… if you woke up. His parents and siblings, and Spider also left, not too far, as they decided to sleep in the hub. Neteyam stood by your side the whole time. He held your hand which felt so small in his much bigger one, and found himself tracing every hair, blemish and vein on your arm. His gaze then shifted onto your face, which looked peaceful, a deep contrast to the one he saw just half a day ago, although it felt like a different life ago. Your beautiful lips were slightly parted as you were breathing with the help with a transparent mask that covered half your face. Your cheeks had a rosy tint to it, and were marked by shadows given by your eyelashes that were resting on them. Your forehead was finally free of the scowl or frown that seemed to plague it most days, giving you a serene look about you. Angel.
Neteyam’s gaze fell around the room, taking in all the equipment that was required to keep you alive. He learned that the beeping machine was called an electrocardiogram, and through the little sensors on your chest, it could feel your heartbeat. He learned that the machine that was pumping your blood was called a dialysis machine, and it was helping you clear your blood of waste since your body couldn’t do that by itself anymore. He learned the mask was helping you breathe, since you body couldn’t that by itself either. He was eternally grateful to these machines, and the men wielding them, for the part they were playing in you not being taken away from him. He has never liked humans, but more and more, he could understand their beauty, and that, in their own way, they were just doing their best - isn’t that the only thing one can hope for?
Neteyam was pulled out of his musings by the tiniest movement of your hand that was rested in his. He immediately snapped his eyes to your hand, and gasped loudly when you moved again - just a small twitch, nothing more, but it was enough to electrify his entire body, deep shockwaves running through him from where you touched him to each extremity. His gaze shifted on to your face, and his breath stopped when his eyes met yours. You looked tired, so tired, but alive. Your eyes crinkled at the sides as you gave him a smile, and his world shifted on its axis, never to be the same again. Your hand slowly and shakily made its way to the mask rested on your face, and you pulled on it until it came off, looking like the movement hurt, like it took all the effort you had. He could see your smile properly now, the most beautiful sight he has ever laid his eyes on - this world, the sky, this entire universe could not hold a candle to this smile.
“Hi.” You said through shallow panted breaths.
Neteyam cried, his tears flowing freely, the weight of this day bearing down on him heavily, even as he was watching you, feeling you, seeing you alive. He smiled as he brought his big hand to your face, and cupped it as gently as he knew how. You put your hand over his slowly and deliberately, and continued smiling even with the tears that were making their way down your cheeks and into your smile.
“Hi.” That’s all he could say, and he knew it was enough.
It was insane - the thought of having to leave your side for even the split of a second, but he knew his family would never forgive him if he didn’t tell them you were awake. So he went, running through the corridors of the labs and hub, trying to find his way, screaming for them at the top of his lungs, hoping he wouldn’t have to waste time searching. Eventually, they came out panicked, praying they won’t have to hear the worst. They were exalted when that wasn’t the case, and Neteyam saw his three younger siblings, as well as his honorary brother, run as fast as the lab allowed towards the room you were in. He followed suit, sending a glowing, relieved, happy smile towards their parents, which they returned with the same enthusiasm. Norm and Max were already in the room when they arrived, alerted by all the commotion. They were checking in on you, adjusted medicines and slowly removing the mask from around your face.
You were in a lot of pain, that you could feel even with the morphine you knew was supposed to keep your body nice and numb, although you suspected you were the reason it wasn’t working as well as it should. You felt every breath, every heartbeat, like it was a shot to the chest, but you didn’t complain, and stood there as your two favourite humans were working hard trying to make sure you were going to be alive for longer than a few minutes this time. You felt an immense sense of gratitude at their help and their incessant need to keep you safe and healthy, despite how horribly you treated both of them. You hoped you can earn their forgiveness in time. In time… you smiled softly at the thought. You had time.
FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF
STAGE V: ACCEPTANCE
You were startled at all the sounds and voices coming from the corridors, and you jumped out of your skin when you saw four figures rushing towards you smiling and crying, laughing at you and approaching your body and the bed without concern for all the equipment or the tubes, or Norm and Max. You tried laughing at the endearing sight, but could only manage a forced exhale.
“You’re alive!” Tuk’s soft sobs brought you to tears again, all the events of the last few days quickly taking a toll on your already jagged body.
You nodded softly at her, giving her the biggest smile you could muster. You looked up at Lo’ak and Kiri and felt them taking each of your hand in theirs and tugging at them, holding you with whatever they could without inconveniencing you too much. Lo’ak was tugging at the IV going in your vein, making it hurt, but you couldn’t care less. You were so happy to see him, see them, so happy they found it in their infinite hearts to forgive you. You didn’t know how you still had enough fluid in you to produce even more tears, but there they were, falling again.
Neteyam walked into the room with his parents, who both brought their hands to their face at the sight of you, and looked at you with so much love your heart tugged painfully. You couldn’t speak, there were no words to convey the love and appreciation you had for them, for this family you gained, the family you would never leave again. Instead, you weakly, with all the power you had, brought your curled finger to your forehead and motioned towards them. I see you, I’m sorry. I see you.
Neytiri let out a cry and approach your legs, which she grabbed with her hands and held them softly, giving you a small squeeze.
Neteyam made his way to your side again, and pushed Lo’ak out of the way so he could be close to you, and took your hand in his again, holding to you tightly. You have never seen him like this, so possessive, so desperate to hold you, and you thought you would probably be the same if you watched him die in front of you. You brought his hand to your lips slowly and kissed it. Thank you.
You would have a lifetime to catch up and tell them everything you have wanted to say out loud your whole life but were too afraid to, but in order to do that, you had one thing to do first. You turned your attention to Kiri, who was still holding on to the arm Neteyam wasn’t.
Finally, you found your voice. It was raw and guttural, and cracked every other word, but it was there. You would learn to use it again in time.
“What do you say you and me kill this virus, forever?”
Passed down like folk songs,
Our love lasts so long
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My Sweet Boy
Being a close friend of the Penbury twins, you had received an invitation to their birthday party, it promised jazz, booze and drugs aplenty. You had been infatuated with Ralph from the moment you met the boisterous man, but never acted on it… until tonight.
Minors DNI
Contains: Virgin!Ralph X Reader, Mentions Of Drinking, Alludes To Drug Use, Oral (Male And Female Receiving), Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Pet Names (Sweet Boy, Baby, My Love)
You see him from across the room sipping on his drink, sitting all alone, ignored by most of the partygoers but happy nonetheless. It was very rude of all the guests to be ignoring him, it was his birthday as much as Victoria’s. You excuse yourself from your table and the conversation continues without you.
You approach him with a smile, “Could I have the honour of a dance with the birthday boy?”
“Yes!” He yelps enthusiastically, before composing himself and continuing more calmly, “Yes, of course you may.” He drops his glass onto the table and leaps to his feet offering you his hand.
You giggle and take his outstretched hand. After a few steps you notice a clacking emanating from his feet.
“Are you... are you wearing tap shoes?” You glance down at them.
“Yes! Aren’t they wizard?” He grins broadly and you look up at him only to find his grin fading into a more serious expression.
You’d do anything to bring that bright smile back, “Oh, Ralphie they are absolutely wizard.”
His grin slowly reappears, “You really think so?” He asks hopefully.
“Of course. They are just perfect, very you.”
“And that’s a good thing, right?” He asks tentatively.
“Yes, being yourself is a very good thing.” You assure him, leaning into him as the pair of you twirl around to the music.
After a few turns of the dance floor the pair of you stumble back to his seat, drinks in hand.
“Oh, Ralph that was fun.” You breathe out with a smile taking a seat beside him, “I hope you’re enjoying your big day.”
“Today has been simply splendid, best birthday in years.” He beams back at you.
“I’m glad. Cheers.” You lift your glass to his clinking them together and taking a sip.
He gives a little hiccup before venturing boldly, “There’s only one thing that could make tonight even better.”
“Yeah, what’s that sweet boy?”
“A kiss for the birthday boy…” He trails off, hope tinging his voice.
You hesitate he’s definitely tipsy, possibly drunk, among other things. You’ve never seen him this bold before. In your hesitation he’s backpedaling, avoiding your eyes, flushing with embarrassment, “I mean you don’t have to. I was just… I was being silly. Must be the drink...”
You press a finger to his lips, silencing him and his eyes widen snapping back to you.
“Shhhh… sweet boy, if you want a kiss, I’ll gladly give it.”
He’s offering you his cheek, expecting a simple peck, but you grasp his chin tilting his face towards you as you press your lips into his gently. He gasps into your mouth and you take advantage of that, deepening the kiss, sliding your tongue over his. His eyes widen for a moment before fluttering closed, you swallow up his little moans greedily before breaking apart, the pair of you gasping for air.
“Wow… was that… did that just happen, or am I dreaming?” He sighs.
You giggle, “Not dreaming, Ralphie. Do you often dream of kissing me?”
“Oh, all the time. I dream of kissing you all over… especially down there.” His eyes drift down between your thighs.
You gasp, “Ralph! My goodness where did that come from?”
He’s averting his gaze again, red as a tomato and stumbling over his words, “I’m s-sorry, that was very forward of m-me. D-Don’t kn-know what came over me. Please f-forgive me.”
You place a hand on his knee and he stiffens, staring down at it.
“Sweet boy, I think maybe we should get you upstairs to sleep it off a little. How does that sound, hmmm?”
He pouts and whines back at you like a petulant child, “But it’s still early, I don’t want to miss out on the party.”
You rub circles into his leg, “Look at me, Ralphie.”
He does so a little reluctantly, “Just twenty minutes and then you can come back down. Does that sound fair to you?”
“Only if you come with me.” He continues to pout at you.
“Ok, I’ll come with you.” You conceded standing and offering your hand.
He takes it and you pull him to his feet, leading him up the stairs.
“Remind me again, which way to your bedroom?” You prompt him and he points out the way.
“Here we are.” You say softly, depositing him on his ornate, plush bed. He sits, falling back almost immediately with a sigh, eyes closing contentedly. You move to take off his shoes, slipping them off one at a time and placing them to the side. You stand leaning over him and remove his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, it pools beneath his back. You grab an arm, “Come on, lean forward a little… yes, that’s it.”
You pull the jacket out from under him and turn to hang it over the bedpost. When you look back at him, he’s curling up on the edge of the bed bringing his legs up to join him.
You brush a hand across his forehead, sweeping away wisps of his curly hair. “Ok, I’ll be back in twenty minutes, alright?”
He hums in response and you turn to leave, but his hand darts out grabbing your wrist. You turn back to him to see him gazing up at you, “Please stay.” He mumbles.
“Alright, move over.”
He scrambles back into the middle of the bed and you toe off your shoes joining him on the bed.
He closes his eyes again for a moment, before peeking through a cracked lid, “Could you… would you… hold me? I promise I won’t try anything… unseemly.”
“Of course, I can sweet boy.” You pull him into your arms and he sighs, relaxing into you.
He’s dozing off in moments, listening to his gentle breaths calms you and you find yourself drifting off too.
You wake to the feel of something pressing into your back, you must have rolled over at some point. Your back is to Ralph, his arms still tangled around you holding you close, your dress twisted and gathered up to your waist. You feel him shifting against you, grinding his hard length into your plump ass sloppily in his sleep, his head resting on your shoulder, panting in your ear.
A soft moan escapes your lips and you feel a wetness gathering between your thighs. You’re debating whether or not you should wake him when his next thrust forces his thick cock between your legs to rub against your clothed, rapidly dampening folds. He repeats this motion a few times, nudging at the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. You whine out his name and he begins to stir, hips coming to a sudden stop as he realises what he’s doing.
He gasps, recoiling from your warmth, “Oh god. Oh god I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
You roll over to face him, “It’s ok, Ralphie. I was rather enjoying that, actually.”
“You were?” He gapes at you incredulously.
“Yes… and if you feel like you’ve sobered up, maybe we can continue…” you offer.
He chokes in response, can’t believe what he’s hearing.
You rub your palm over his chest, “Hey, deep breaths now ok…” he complies and you continue, “Is that something you want?”
He nods his head vigorously, you chuckle at his enthusiasm. You trail your hand down his chest, hooking your fingers on the buttons of his vest popping them open as you go. You slide the vest over his shoulders, your hands lingering there for a moment looking deep into his eyes.
He stares back longingly, “Kiss me.” He sighs pressing his forehead to your own. You comply with his request pressing your lips to his gently as you move to loosen his bowtie. He kisses you back soft and sweet and gentle, if a bit clumsy. You continue undressing him, undoing the buttons on his shirt letting it hang open loosely.
When you break away his eyes are clouded with lust and he’s puffing softly. He tugs on the fabric of your dress, “Not fair…” he mumbles, “you gotta take this off too.”
You toss his shirt across the room before collecting the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head. You toss that aside too, laying there in your lacy, white undergarments.
He drinks in the view, before reaching out hesitantly, hands hovering over you, “Can I… can I touch?”
“Of course, you can, Ralphie.” You sigh.
His hands come to rest on the swell of your breast, palming you gently. His exploratory fingers find one of your nipples and he rolls it between them experimentally. You whine in response, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your panties.
He tugs on the straps of your bra, soft fingers explore the band searching for a way to release you from the silky fabric.
“How… how does this come off?” He asks shyly.
“Here, let me.” You brush his hands away undoing the lacing and pulling it free from your chest.
He gasps at the sight of your naked breasts, hands coming back up to cup them, squeezing them a little more firmly this time.
His head leans forward hesitating yet again before looking to you for approval, “Can I-”
You cut him off with a breathy moan, “Yes.”
His tongue darts out flicking at your nipple before he’s placing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest.
You press your hand into him running it down his abdomen, to rest against his bulging crotch. He presses his hips into your palm with a groan.
“Want me to take off your pants, sweet boy?” You mumble into his hair.
“Oh god, please.” He whines back desperately.
You undo the zip and slide his pants down his legs slowly, gazing up at him watching as he takes shaky breaths closing his eyes.
“If you need me to stop or slow down at any point just know that is perfectly fine, ok?” You assure him.
“Mhmm.” He hums in response, nodding his head.
You pull his underwear down before shimmying out of your own, admiring his impressive, weeping cock as it juts out proudly between his legs.
You roll him over onto his back and trail kisses down his neck, relishing in his little breathy moans. You pause at his nipple, flicking at it with your tongue teasingly and he gasps, hips bucking up. You continue your journey down his torso, til you reach the junction of his hip, gazing up at him through your lashes. You hold him down by his thighs, his eyes are scrunched up tight, hands balled into fists by his sides, lips pursed with shallow, shaky breaths.
When you press a kiss to his flushed tip he almost jumps out of his skin. You hold on to him more firmly, restricting his movements. You run your tongue along the underside of his length a few times before coming back up to the tip easing your mouth on to it and swirling your tongue around it. “Fuck… oh god… oh god.” He yelps in a strung-out moan, his eyes snapping open. You take more and more of him in as his hips buck against you, fighting your grip. You keep him pinned to the mattress, slowly bobbing up and down, every little sound he makes fuelling your own desire.
“Wait! Wait, please!” He squeaks and you pull off his twitching length with a wet ‘pop’.
You lean back on your heels taking in his fucked-out appearance a strange sense of pride bubbling up in your chest that you were the one to have him like this, all breathy and whiney and desperate.
A wicked thought occurs to you and you hook your legs over his, “You wanna watch me touch myself, Ralphie?”
He lets out a strangled moan, “Y-yes, please,”
You start off slow, putting on a show, cupping your breasts in your palms, rolling and pinching your nipples. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, before you take one hand and trail it down further to tangle into the hair at the cusp of your entrance.
Ralph watches your every movement intently, committing every action to memory. You drag the tips of your fingers through your slick folds, collecting the wetness before teasing at your clit.
Breathing rapidly as you roll your sensitive nub between your fingers in tandem with the hand at your breasts. You plunge two fingers into your dripping hole, alternating between thrusting them in and out, and rubbing at your clit.
The exhilaration mounts coiling in your belly, seeping into your limbs with a tingly sensation. “Oh, Ralph… I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum.”
He stares on in awe as you contort in pleasure, pressing your fingers into your swollen clit firmly. You clench around nothing before falling back panting heavily. You giggle and let out a sigh before sitting back up, grinning at him and his slack jawed expression.
“Do you think you’re ready to fuck me now?” You ask earnestly.
He lets out a strangled gasp before nodding eagerly. You grip him by the shoulders, rolling over dragging him with you so that he ends up pressed on top of you.
You look into his eyes expectantly, but he just hovers above you speechless.
“Uhhh… how do I… I don’t know how to start…” he manages to stutter out.
“That’s ok, just do whatever feels right and I can help you along the way,”
He nods nervously, before taking his cock in hand and rubbing it through your puffy labia. You jolt when his tip brushes against that sensitive bundle of nerves again and he stills abruptly. “Did I do something wrong? Are you alright?”
“My sweet boy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just very sensitive right there.”
“Oh… ok, good… good to know.” He puffs out, before resuming his previous motions.
“Please, Ralph… I need more…” You whine up at him. “I need you inside.”
He lets out a shaky breath, “O-ok…” He mumbles, pushing against you more firmly.
“A little… a little lower.” You gasp
He follows your guidance and barely makes it inside you before you feel a warmth seeping over your folds, overflowing from your entrance where his flared head rests throbbing rhythmically.
Tears well in the corners of his eyes as his cock slips out of you. It leaves a messy, sticky strand running between the two of, connecting you briefly before breaking and pooling on the sheets beneath you. He collapses into your chest sobbing.
“Oh, that was a big one, wasn’t it, sweet boy?” You coo, stroking the back of his head gently.
He continues to cry shaking his head, you grow concerned, “Ralphie, are you ok?”
He whimpers in response, unable or unwilling to answer. “Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me.” You urge.
He refuses to look up, you ease his head back to look into his watery eyes.
“Please, Ralph tell me. What’s wrong?” You implore.
“I-I-I’m sorry… I couldn’t… I couldn’t… it was just too good. You felt too good. I couldn’t…”
“Oh baby, no no no. Stop that, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But… but I didn’t… it wasn’t good for you too. I know. I heard Victoria and her friends laughing and joking about one of her… suitors once. They called him the minute man, said he was lousy, couldn’t even last fifty seconds before he was blowing his load and rolling over. They were all saying how horrible it must have been.”
You interrupt his blubbering, “Ralphie, you were anything but horrible. I like that I can make you feel like that, and I know it was your first time. Every time isn’t going to be like that, it doesn’t have to be.”
“What if… what if it is though?” He sobs out.
“Even if it is there are other ways to please a lady and you’re a sweet, generous man. Just the fact that you’re this distraught by it means I know you’ll do everything you can to please your partner.” You attempt to reassure him.
He whimpers as you smooth over his curls with your hand.
You sit up and pull him into your lap so he’s straddling your thighs and bring his head to rest on your shoulder, “It’s ok, really.” You insist.
“You… you mean it?” He hiccups softly and you rub a hand over his back soothingly.
“Yes, of course I do.”
“But I ruined everything.”
“You didn’t ruin anything. Now if you want, I’ll give you a minute to calm down and then we can get back to making me feel good. How’s that?”
He pulls his head away from your shoulder to look at you, worrying his lip between his teeth before nodding his head in agreement. You continue to rub circles into his back as he takes soft, shaky breaths.
He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closing softly, small breaths puffing out from between his lips. You capture his lips between your own, kissing him in earnest, he relaxes into your touch and reciprocates. When he pulls away for air you press a hand to his chest, “Better?”
He opens his teary eyes and hums in response, “Yeah. Wanna focus on you now.”
“There’s my sweet boy.” You coo at him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek and he presses into it.
“Now I seem to recall you saying something about wanting to ‘kiss me down there’ is that something you still want to try?”
“Oh god, did I really say that?” He groans.
“Yep, and I think it’s a brilliant idea.” You stroke your thumb over his cheek.
“Yeah… I wanna.” He admits, eyes downcast bashfully.
“Need any help getting started?”
“I think… I think I’ll be ok. I can just do it like you did for me, right?” He looks to you for confirmation.
“Yeah, that should work just fine.” You agree.
He mimics your earlier actions, kissing along your neck working his way towards your wet heat, a little overzealously. Face buried between your thighs he licks a long stripe all the way from your dripping core to your clit, sucking up the remnants of his own release with a low groan.
He repeats this movement a few times before flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue. You bury your hands into his curls with a pitchy moan and he grins against you. He sucks on that little bundle of nerves hard, you throw your head back with a whine.
“Use… hmmmm… use your fingers, pleeeaaaasee.”
He slips two fingers inside you, stretching them against your slick channel.
“Like this?” He mumbles against you.
“Yes Ralph, just like that!” You wail clamping down on his fingers and gushing around them as your legs tremble around his head, hips raising off the mattress.
Floating back down to Earth, you disentangle your hands from his head, letting them flop to your sides. He grins up at you, chin glistening with your fluids, “How was that?”
You manage to tilt your head down towards him to reply, “Oh, Ralphie you have no idea how goooood that was.”
You realise he’s been rutting into the mattress, and still is, his cock thick and hard once more.
“Looks like someone is ready to go again.” You giggle.
“Oh, uh… yeah looks like I am, aren’t I?” He responds sheepishly.
“What, you didn’t notice, sweet boy?” You tease.
“Actually, I kind of didn’t, was a little preoccupied with other things.” He confesses.
“Well, do you think you’re up for round two?”
You sense his hesitance and rush to reassure him, “Sweet boy, you will be amazing, this’ll make you feel soooo good. We can change it up a bit too. You trust me, right?”
He nods, “What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe I can be on top this time, be in control a little more.” You suggest.
He bites his lip, “O-ok, yeah.”
You grin at him encouragingly, “Perfect, now can I just get you on your back?”
He scrambles to comply, rolling to the side coming to rest on his back gazing at you eagerly.
“Good boy.” You hum at him and notice the slight shiver that passes through him.
You kneel beside him, moving to straddle him. Throwing one leg over him and resting on his thighs, you glance down at his messy cock, slick and glistening.
You grip the base of his shaft and it twitches slightly as you move to hover above it. You gaze into his eyes, gauging his reaction as you rub his tip through your folds.
“You ready?”
He looks up at you in awe, nodding speechlessly. You sink down on his length slowly, his whines like music to your ears. You groan taking more of him bit by bit until you’re fully seated against him, his cock throbbing against your walls. You sit like that for a moment allowing him to adjust to the sensation along with you.
“Move… please.” He whines from beneath you, resisting the urge to buck up into you.
You roll your hips ever so slightly, resting your hands on his shoulders.
“How’s that sweet boy?”
He groans in response, looking up at you reverently “Lovely… that’s lovely. More… please.”
You run your hands down his arms, to rest over his and guide them onto your hips. He grips them tight as you begin to bounce gently on top of him.
His hands loosen around your waist and venture up towards your breasts, caressing them gently.
“That’s it, such a good boy.” You croon.
He bites down on his lip with a whine, hips bucking up into yours. You drop a hand between your joined bodies, pinching and flicking at your clit as his grip on your breast shifts, fingers moving to toy with your nipples.
You flex your walls around him, enjoying the way he shudders. He’s leaning forward pressing his face to your chest with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, his hands moving to encircle you. You kiss the top of his head moaning encouragingly, “Please Ralphie, you’re doing so good for me.”
He spasms beneath you as you clench down on him again.
“Please, don’t… I can’t, it’s too much.” He whines against you pathetically.
“Just let go, it’s ok. Cum for me Ralph, please.” You beg into his curls.
Your words send him toppling over the edge, his cries jumbling together, “Oh… oh god! Yesyesyes… ungh…I love you.”
The feel of his warm, sticky release coating your walls has you spasming around him, milking his cock dry.
You collapse against him as he falls back into the mattress, both of you breathless.
“Happy birthday, Ralphie.” You sigh into his ear.
“Best birthday ever.” He mumbles back.
The two of you doze off once again wrapped up in each other.
“Ralph! Ralph where did you disappear to last night?!” Victoria calls down the halls. Flinging open Ralph’s bedroom door when she reaches it, rousing the two of you from your slumber.
“We’re all going to the market…” She continues, until she sees the pair of you entwined on the bed, “EWW THAT’S DISGUSTING! COVER YOURSELVES, PLEASE!” She shrieks, covering her face and turning away.
You giggle as Victoria storms back out of the room, it’s not like she was ever one to limit her public displays of affection and you were tucked up in bed behind closed doors.
“Good morning, sweet boy.” You kiss his forehead softly.
He mumbles groggily, “Mhhhh… morning, my love.”
“So… it sounds like we’re going to have the place to ourselves today… whatever shall we do?” You bat your eyelashes at him and he perks up instantly, pulling you into a clumsy kiss.
“Anything you want, my love.” He sighs.
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know what you've done. ࿓
pairings : austin!elvis presley x female reader.
summary : you're tired of pretending to be oblivious to elvis constantly ignoring you and treating you like shit so you decide to leave.
includes : ANGST. ANGSTTTTTTT. i'm sad
author's note : inspired by the song 'i'm not the only one' by sam smith, enjoy the angst :D
️️ ️️️️️️️️“ YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE! ”
your voice boomed through the big house you and elvis shared, throwing all your clothes to a suitcase. all messy, like your relationship.
“ oh, yeah, show off you fucking drama queen. get out and come back after some minutes- YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ME! ”
you scoffed, taking the suitcase and walking out of that damn house, ignoring his screams.
you couldn't even remember why you started fighting in the first place, you just remembered elvis screaming at you and you screaming back. a routine that's been there for months now.
since elvis' career skyrocketed, you've been just an asset. no longer his partner who bought him his first guitar, no longer the childhood sweetheart he considered you to be, no longer the girl of his dreams. just an asset that was meant to be destroyed before the girls that were his fans knew about.
the colonel suggested elvis to break up with you but elvis was stubborn.
the elvis you loved told the colonel:
“ that girl is the light of my life, i can't just rip her off my heart like that. i'm sorry colonel, but i won't leave her. ”
the elvis that he grew to be would've throw you out with no second thought.
the first time you found out he was cheating was when he told you himself how he kissed beautiful priscilla beaulieu in his stay.
you forgave him, seeing his broken face while spurring apologies and begging for your forgiveness was enough to make you kiss his teary face while he promised how it would never repeat again. and you were so in love that you trusted him.
“ i know, elvis- this was just a slip up, okay? please stop crying, i won't leave, i promise you that. ”
you wished that would be the truth.
because it wasn't ' just a slip up '.
he started making movies and he would, also, start having affairs with his co-stars.
“ EVERYONE LOOKS AT ME LIKE I AM STUPID FOR BEING YOUR PARTNER AFTER SO MANY WOMEN-. ”
“ WELL MAYBE YOU ARE, WHO CARES? ”
“ I DO! ”
“ I DON'T! ” he caressed his forehead with his fingers, as if your sole presence was enough to give him a headache. “ y/n, i don't have time for this. ”
he always dismissed you, shaking his head and moving his hand as if you were a child asking a candy to their parents.
the first time you 'left' was after the colonel called you to pick elvis up, finding him drugged and with a girl next to him.
you carefully woke her up, smiling reassurely at the poor girl.
“ i'm sorry, oh god, i'm so embarrassed, please-. ”
you shushed her, trying to not wake elvis up. “ it's okay, go, there's a cab downstairs, all paid. ” you whispered.
“ bless you. ” she whispered back.
bless you, indeed.
you woke elvis with a bucket of cold water, not even leaving him time to catch his breath.
“ you fucking dick. ” you threw the bucket to the ground, grabbing your purse as you heard how quickly elvis got out of the soft covers.
“ b-baby- wait... let me explain, c'mon! ”
you walked down the stairs.
“ don't you love me!? ”
“ i need time to think! ” was the only thing you could muster before closing the door, surprisingly soft, before getting into your car and driving to some hotel.
after a few hours, you called elvis, teary eyed, sobbing hardly while you begged him to pick you up.
you didn't felt any shame back then. now you wanted to choke yourself.
it was a routine.
you'd be called by the colonel to wake elvis up, who was high out of his mind, with his hand in another girl's back.
it stopped hurting after a while.
at first you gave excuses.
“ i'm too caught up in work. ” — elvis cheated on you while you were buying some groceries to give him a lovely homemade dinner, which was trashed after he came back and just said he was tired, dismissing everything. leaving you in the middle of the dinner room, with a brand new dress that now felt disgusting in your body, lighted up candles, soft romantic music in the background, and a broken heart.
“ i'm not that affective. ” — elvis frowned every time you tried to take his hand, fake laugh while you hugged him, cleared his throat when you kissed him in the cheek. after a few days of you trying to show psychical affection, he snapped: “ damn, y/n, stop acting like a baby, i don't want to hold your hand right now! ”
“ i'm not that attentive. ” — you started to do all the house chores, ignoring the maid pleads to let her do it. you smiled when he arrived home, although that smile slowly dissappeared when he started screaming: “ WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE LEFT MY ROBE?! I HAD IT RIGHT HERE! ” and you had to held back sobs as he scolded you for moving his stuff.
“ i'm not that sensual. ” — with some petals in the bed, you laid there; wearing a lingerie elvis bought before all this fiasco, smiling brightly when he entered your room. “ honey, i-. ” “ not in the mood, get dressed. ” he threw you your nightgown, making you feel like one of those girls he hired after every show.
so after a few attempts, you stopped trying.
you were wearing a stoic face while he kissed you in front of the press.
you fixed your hair whenever he wanted to hold your hand.
you drank and laughed with someone else when he introduced you to the audience, clearly ignoring his show.
you ignored his cuddles, kicking his legs while pretending to be asleep so he stopped hugging you.
you knew he kept meeting new girls after every show and you didn't care, you just felt like throwing up. feeling like an object instead of a human being. like a prize that elvis bragged about because of your beauty and not your value.
it wasn't after a stranger showed you how miserable you were that you decided to leave him for good.
“ y/n presley? no fucking way. ”
you turned around, you being part of the line to some type of credit elvis asked you to pay.
“ hi. ”
“ still presley? ” she asked, seemingly surprised.
“ uhm... ” you glanced to the side before looking at her again. “ yeah. ”
“ hah! girl, i must tell you, you have some will of strength 'cause if my husband did to me what yours does to you... ” she shook her head before clicking her tongue.
you just looked down, your pink heels looking at you with sympathy.
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a skip to the present you went to some hotel, as you always did, but this time you called someone else.
“ mama? ” you sobbed, hugging the phone as your mother's worried words could be heard in the other side of the line. “ you were right, mama... you were right about him. ”
you knew your mother was encouraging you, probably telling you to just listen to her and come back home, closing your eyes you enjoyed the feeling of, for the first time in years, being comforted and listened.
you arrived home, to your real home, hugging your mother while holding back tears.
“ my baby! ” she exclaimed, hugging you back, kissing your head. “ oh, how i missed you- come! i didn't move anything in your room... but it's pink, remember that. ”
you laughed, just nodding while letting her carry you away from the golden cage of toxic love elvis trapped you in.
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a few months passed before elvis showed up in your door.
your mother and you were baking, it was your birthday, some kind of pie your grandmother created before a knock interrupted your talk.
“ i'll go. ” you reassured your mother, who just nodded, taking off your apron. “ it's probably the darce neighbours. ”
you and your mother chuckled, remembering the fond neighbours that would give you surprise visits now and then.
another knock.
“ coming! ” you fixed yourself before opening the door with a smile, which fell the moment you saw who it was.
your hands started shaking, your breath quickened.
“ b-baby... ” he whispered, taking off his sunglasses; you could notice he hasn't slept in days and he's been crying lately. “ i've finally found you. ”
you didn't even register his arms around you, pulling your frame to his chest, kissing your forehead with a gentle kiss.
but you snapped out of your trance, pushing him as hard as you could, making him trip.
“ get away from me. ” you said with such a disgusted tone elvis could feel his eyes widening.
“ what? ”
“ how did you found out about this house? ” you quickly asked, your mother's voice sounding in the background.
“ i- i read letters that you sent me while in germany, you mentioned this address. ” he explained as if it was the obvious explanation, clearly missing your angry mood.
“ then burn those letters. ”
he chuckled. “ i can't, they're from my best girl. ”
“ i'm not your best girl, get out. ” you seriously said, clearly annoyed that he was treating this as a joke.
he stopped smiling, now noticing how serious you were, taking a step further with his lip trembling when he noticed you taking a step back.
“ i don't like these type of jokes. ”
“ it's not a joke. i'll send janet to pick my stuff, we're done. ” before you could close the door, the palm of his hand made contact with the hard wool.
“ the fuck-? ”
“ baby, don't do this to me. ” his voice cracked at the end. “ don't- okay, please, hear me out, okay? ” his hands were pressing against themselves, hurting with how bad he wanted to take yours. he can smell your sweet perfume from there.
“ i don't want to hear anything. leave me alone. ”
️️ ️️️“ NO! ” he pushed the door when you tried closing it again.
it made you jump back, clearly startled.
“ what the fuck are you doing?! my mother is back there! ” you almost screamed, your logical voice telling you to not get down to his level.
“ listen to me, y/n. please, don't leave me, i beg of you. i know i did some shit- i came to apologize! ” he quickly explained, knowing how hard it was for you to hear him after this many time apart.
it was heartbreaking how the hope in his eyes slowly died at the sight of your hard stoned face.
“ i don't care, elvis. ” you raised your hands in disgust when you saw him try to get closer, at least he kept his distance so he was still in your porch.
“ god. ” he choked out, shaking his head while looking down before turning his gaze to you. “ darling, honey, you're not. thinking. straight. ”
you frowned. “ i'm thinking straighter than ever. i finally came to the conclusion that you don't deserve me. you don't deserve my love-. ”
“ i know! i know! that's why i'm here. i am the one that can't live without you. ” you walked out, standing closer to him.
this was the moment you've always dreamed of. elvis asking for your forgiveness, elvis acknowledging you, elvis loving you. but you knew this wouldn't last long.
elvis is addicted to love. and he is to any kind of love so clearly he didn't realize that, in the process, you were slowly dying.
“ too bad. ” you calmly said, you started to take off some promise ring he gave you. you honestly forgot what it really meant.
but elvis saw it and he started to panic even more.
he hugged your legs, making you raise your arms while his cheek rubbed against the skirt of your dress.
“ please, don't leave me! ” he screamed, sobbing harshly, holding you as if you were about to dissappear. which you were, but from his life.
“ i'm sorry. ” why were you apologizing? “ but i can't stand it. i can't stand you. ”
you turned, catching the sight of your mother with her hand on her lips; clearly shocked at the sight of elvis holding you.
“ please doll, i- i really can't live without you. i've been miserable, the shows are a mess, everyone has abandoned me and- i just can't take it... ”
with a sigh, you crouched down. faking some sympathy.
“ then call your girls. ” you smiled, leaving the promise ring in his hand after you opened it.
you stood up, walking inside your house while saying: “ remember, janet will pick my stuff, don't come to this house anymore- oh! and elvis? ” you turned around, grabbing the door, the sight of elvis in his knees outside will stay in your memory. “ burn those letters. ”
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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 32
Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader
Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship
Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons
Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.
His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.
Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.
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Aprox. time of reading: 12 minutes
Seoul, South Korea. 10:23 am
The phone buzzed over his table, creating a vibrating sound that got his attention as soon as it started. He knew who it was, she had been calling him non-stop since she landed in Spain. It almost became a routine the week they were aware.
She'd wake up, and the first thing she did was make his phone ring wherever he was and whatever the time it was in Korea. And Jungkook would let it buzz, seeing her name displayed on the screen, and feeling relieved just by knowing she was okay and safe to call him.
Y/n usually just called, and sent random texts throughout the day. She kept insisting on speaking directly to him, and getting the answer he was the only one she could get it from. But that day, she left a message after the tone. And Jungkook knew it'd be over for him the second he heard her voice for the first time in almost seven days, but he still clicked his phone to be able to hear what she had to say.
—I know you probably won't listen to this —her shaky voice started—, but I can't believe you've done this. You had no right to act like that, and I will never forgive you for pushing me away when I needed to be next to you the most. It's not only your fight —he heard her yearning—. I hate you, more than ever. I really hate you, Jungkook —she sobbed—. But please, come back to me soon.
Her discourse got interrupted by her own sobs and the sound of her nose sniffling, before the message suddenly stopped and he could only listen to the constant beeps. His face was hidden, while he tried to look down, as if that would make the fact that his heart was breaking after hearing her like that, as if that would change the fact that he was crying over her again.
Y/n was never a vulnerable and delicate woman, she was always fierce and strong, keeping the tough and cool facade as if her life depended on it. But she broke down, she showed herself fragile and weak through that message. She allowed him to see the side she considered the worst from her, bringing it up when she promised she would never be like that ever again.
But regret got over her decision. She regretted believing everything he said and showed the night she got on the jet, she was hurt by her own actions and wished she could turn back time to the moment she started making it difficult for them. Maybe if she had enjoyed her time with him while she was able to, she wouldn't feel like she was missing on something. And all those thoughts took her to ask herself whether they'd be in that situation or not if she hadn't acted the way she did. While Jungkook regretted knowing about her existence. He didn't want to wonder what would've happened if he hadn't gone to the club that day, or if he had ignored her stage and went back to the hotel like he planned. But he was sure she wouldn't be in danger if he had done things differently. And that was something he wasn't able to forgive himself.
Two knocks on his door got him raising his gaze from the table, looking up to the thick door that was being opened by Yejun. Behind him, Sanhyuk adopted that arrogant pose, puffed chest while his hands were inside the pockets of his slacks, while he made his way inside his office.
Yejun was getting ready to close the door behind him and take the free spot at Jungkook's right, but his steps were stopped before he was even able to take a step in his direction.
—Wait outside.
Confused at first, the short-haired young man only bowed to his boss and stepped out of the office, closing the door behind him. Action that even surprised Sanhyuk, who puckered his lips momentarily before he grinned to the ground.
—Top secret meeting, huh? —he raised his eyebrows.
—Take a seat and listen —Jungkook cut him off, pointing to one of the two free chairs in front of his desk.
—Not even Y/n can know about this?
Hearing her name, out of someone else's mouth, for the first time in days made him realize how sensitive he still was over her departure. He turned his body completely towards the tall man ahead of him, that was dedicating him a cocky smile.
—Put your ass in that goddamn chair and shut up —Jungkook interrupted him, raising his voice.
He finally sighed in relief when he saw Sanhyuk was taking the spot he signaled him, stopping his burdensome behavior for a few seconds.
—She isn't in Seoul —Jungkook finally answered.
—What? —he scoffed— You trying to tell me you gave Busan to my family, paid for her, only to lose her in a matter of days? Wow —he grimaced, tilting his head slightly as he made himself comfortable on the chair—, you never fail to amaze me.
—That's not it —he mentioned—, and it's not even what I called you in for.
Jungkook tried to sound as calm and relaxed as possible. He needed to keep his anger to himself, and put all the issues he had with Sanhyuk to the side if he wanted everything to work properly.
—You don't like me, and I don't like you either. And you're the last person I want to work with —he looked at him in the eyes—, but I want to make a deal with you. No one can know about this. No one —he made sure to reiterate—. Not even Y/n. If everything works the way it should, I'm willing to combine the power of our families and share everything Bangtan has gained throughout the years.
—What's the trick here? —he squinted his eyes— Is this some type of trap to get back at me for what I did to Y/n? Or to get Busan back?
—Trust me, you're the least of my worries —he interrupted him—. And if everything works well, you'll get even more than just Busan.
—You aren't planning to retire, are you? —Sanhyuk ironically asked, eyes opening wide when Jungkook dropped his sight to the ground— You're retiring —he exclaimed—. You will really finish the legacy your father worked your way in.
—Like I said, your family will gain more than what you will give. It'll take time, it won't be easy, but I want to leave it all tied.
Jungkook stood up from his seat again, getting the files with the pictures Namjoon sent him, throwing it in front of Sanhyuk over the table. His smile slowly dropped, as if he understood what Jungkook worries were when he saw the pictures. Not because he was worried for Y/n, but because those pictures augured a bad ending for the Choi family as well.
—I need your help to know who's behind this —Jungkook asked.
—As if you didn't know who this is from —Sanhyuk threw the file back at him—. That type of threat only came from your family in the past. We never used that type of sign. And why would anyone from our family threaten Y/n, by the way? At the end of the day, we've only obtained things thanks to her. If I wanted more power, I could always kidnap her again.
Jungkook's jaw clenched at that joke, accompanied by a grin that was pissing him off. He shifted his eyes away, trying to focus back on the conversation. Keeping his mind stable, and emotionless, was the only way to get everything to work out.
—I know it wasn't your family —he limited himself to saying—. But whoever it is knows my moves and how I work. They don't know you though. You're too irrational and impulsive for them to know what your next step will be, and doubt they'd care about what you do anyway.
—It's going to be expensive as fuck for you.
—I don't care —he shook his head—. Make sure you find out who it is, help me get them out of the way, and not only you'll have everything that's mine, but your family will also be able to take advantage of our positions overseas.
—What will you do then?
—I don't know who that person is, but two big families will be able to deal with whoever shithead is messing with me —he tilted his head—. I'll kill them, and I'll step back from all of this for good. This was never meant to be mine, anyway.
There wasn't anything else Sanhyuk could say, it was a deal made in heaven. All those benefits, and the only thing he'd have to do is give him the information he starts finding? It was the easiest job he had put his men to do.
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Mallorca, Spain. 03:23 am
Y/n dropped her phone on her bed, hugging her legs as she bended them and his her face in them. It almost felt like a ritual since she went back to Mallorca and left Seoul for good. Every day she'd call that phone number that pretended to be her, hopeful that Jungkook would pick it up and tell her he missed her. But that never happened. She knew he was still aware of her calls, and the fact that he didn't get rid of that phone number made her think there was still some hope left.
The first days, she tried to convince herself the only thing she was missing from him was the money, the stability and the security of having something that would back her up. Maybe it was all about the money, and how she missed having everything when she had nothing all her life.
But her thoughts changed on a Wednesday morning, when she bothered to go to the bank to check whether there were any debts or something she had to deal with. At first, she was surprised her account still worked as usual, sliding her card inside the machine after she got the password for the app after an uncomfortable visit to the general desk.
Her knees went weak when she was aware of the amount of money she had, feeling dizzy as she scrolled over the site. Most of the transactions came from the same bank account, with similar quantities that didn't surpass the 5,000 euros per week. At that point, she didn't even care about taxes or whether that could mean she'd end up under investigation or not.
Her mind took another shift when night arrived, and she found herself crying to sleep again, dragging her body over the mattress to reach her phone and call him again. Only to end up with the same tone drilling her ears. It had been like that ever since that day, that she decided to be vocal about her feelings, thinking her words would move him to call her back.
But it never happened.
"I promise I will never forgive you if something happens to you while I'm here" she sent, dropping her phone back over the bed to hide her face in her thighs again.
Being there was all she wanted, but suddenly she felt empty. She had the money, she had the stability, and she had her family. Yet she was still dissatisfied with everything, because he was the one missing.
Something about her desperately calling Jungkook reminded her of her old self, and how she battled against the door to get back home, although it was pretty obvious her parents changed the lock so she wouldn't be able to. That same way, Jungkook was also aware how she fought to get back to him, to go back to everything she left behind, but he still kept that door closed for her.
The sounds of her hands smacking against the thick door, and her desperate whines, got her hiding her face deeper in her own body -thinking that would make all those memories disappear.
Again, she was feeling aimless, with no control of everything that was falling over her, and again she was thinking she'd have to adapt herself to the sensation of being forced to adapt to the events.
She thought that, through the years, it'd be easier for her. She had done it once, twice... And she was willing to do it for a third time, but something about being away from Jungkook kept her from even thinking of moving on.
She didn't want to.
She was already forced to give up on something she wanted years ago because the universe played all its cards against her, but she didn't want to give up on him, and it didn't matter what or who tried to prevent her from him. She still had a chance, something she didn't have when she was eighteen and life made her see how everything she craved and tried to protect slipped through her fingers.
Waking up the next day felt like a challenge -especially because she barely slept at night-, but Y/n still found the motivation to hop off her bed, get dressed and step outside.
If Jungkook wasn't willing to reply back to her, she was going to go back to him and find the real answers herself. She had the money, she had the time, she just needed a ticket on any given day and she'd show up in front of him.
Or at least that was what she thought while she made her way back home after a long day, carrying her ticket and her passport in her bag like it was gold.
She got out of the bus, hugging the string tight in her hand while she walked all the way back to her place. It wasn't weird her neighborhood was scary at night. There was barely anyone around, the lights barely brightened the street, and her paranoia didn't help either, forcing her to look behind her every three steps while she rushed her walk.
Turning left suddenly, she thought it'd be better to change the usual route she took when she was living there -and the same one she had been taking for a few days. Although her walk got blocked out of nowhere, when a tall man stepped in front of her.
—Sorry —she managed to walk past him.
—Y/n —she heard her name being pronounced so slowly, that she thought it sounded similar to a threat—, Jeon wants to make sure you're okay.
—If he wanted to know that, he'd answer my calls —she tried to keep her way.
—He can't with that phone, for your safety —she frowned at that comment—, but there's a way you could speak to him.
Y/n had been aware of someone following her almost every day, as soon as she stepped outside. Although the Asian boy never got closer to her more than just a few meters, and didn't really try to hide the fact that he was following her -and sometimes even taking pictures of her. It wouldn't surprise her if he was sent by Jungkook to make sure she was okay and doing her things, but the man in front of her wasn't the same one. He seemed older, taller and his approach also felt different, darker even.
—Tell him I don't want to speak to him now —she kept stepping back—. He lost his chance.
—Y/n, Jungkook will get mad —the man kept stepping in her direction—. And you know how he gets when he's mad.
It just took her to see him close enough, before her foot fought to his crotch, forcing him to bed to his knees and finally giving her a sign to run in the opposite direction through the alleys. Breathless, and close to fainting due to nervousness and tiredness, she stopped and tried to herself at the entrance of a portal, only peeking over the wall a few times to make sure that man wasn't following her.
—Guard down. Mistake —she heard another male voice mention on her back.
Before she was able to turn and find out who was the person who spoke, she felt something covering her mouth, holding her tight in the spot until she lost all control of her body and consciousness.
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Congrats on the milestone!! May I request 💃🏻 #10 for Obi-Wan please?
— thank you!! pls pls enjoy this lil word vomit of everyone’s favourite council member. i luv him.
— prompt:
💃 10. shh. you’re safe. i won’t leave
— warnings: mention of a bomb?
[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]
“Where is she?” You hear his voice somewhere outside, but you can’t move. The wounds spread across your stomach and legs make it impossible, and you are practically bound to the four walls of the med bay room. “I don’t care! I need to see her.”
“She’s in a bad way, sir.” One of the men, you recognise the voice as one of the ones who brought you in, tell Obi-wan, who’s footsteps haven’t stopped since you heard him enter.
“Take me to her. Now.” He uses the tone he tends to lean on when giving council speeches, and if you weren’t in so much pain you might laugh at how authoritative he sounds.
Clearly, it has an effect on whoever he’s speaking to, because moments later the door to your room is slowly opened, and Obi-Wan’s face appears in the small crack of light.
He doesn’t say anything, slowly creeping to the side of your bed after closing the door behind him. He sits down, his hand tentatively reaching out, brushing lightly against the palm of your hand.
You watch him as he assess your injuries, looks at the several beeping machines that make no sense to you, and then his eyes finally find your face. His own widen in surprise when he finds you staring at him, awake, and alert.
“I didn’t want to wake you.” He whispers, and your fingers interlock with his on the hospital bed.
“I heard you storming in about ten minutes ago. Very hard to sleep through, you know.” He laughs quietly, and you can’t help but follow at the look of his smile, but the movement sends pain spiking up through your chest, and you wince, coughing.
“I’m sorry, my love.” His other hand sweeps a lock of hair out of your face, his fingers shaking. “I’m so sorry…”
“It’s not your fault, Obi. Today, all I was thinking was how glad I was that you weren’t there—“ You cough and wince again, the dust from the explosion you endured still settling in your lungs. “But I… stars, I am glad you are now.”
“Sir? She really needs to rest.” A brave medical droid beeps from the door, and your stomach almost twists. He was the only thing keeping you from reliving today, the solid weight of his hand in yours almost a lifeline. His eyes don’t leave yours, a gentle look on his face.
“I can go. If you want me to.” Your heads already shaking before he finishes the sentence.
“No. Please. I can’t stop thinking about it— I… you have to stay. Please.” All these emotions you were too tired or maybe too drugged to feel come rushing back with the possibility of him leaving, and the tears fall, cold patches forming on your hospital gown.
The droid whirs away at Obi-Wan’s dismissal, and his hand comes back to the side of your face, careful not to touch the small cut on your temple. You pull him closer, hand tangled in his robes, and he lets you guide him onto the bed next to you, ignoring the slight pain of movement as you shuffle over. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his presence, and only when your soft cries are muffled by the material pressed to your face does he wrap his arms around you and hold you.
“I was so scared… I couldn’t—“ You choke and he kisses the top of your head, trying not to squeeze you too hard but wanting you as close as he can.
“Shh. You’re safe. I won’t leave.” He feels you sigh against him, and somewhere in the silence you start to drift to sleep.
He would never forgive himself for not being there today, and the guilt that would plague him for the sight in front of him; of you, hurt, because of the fight the council he was apart of sent you on.
It was eating at him the entire flight back, abandoning his post and coming straight to you when he’d heard you’d been caught in the attack. There wasn’t any explanation he could give the council as to why he’d left so suddenly, or why he had beat them all back, spewing through the galaxy to your side. He didn’t care about any of it— just that he was here, with you, and that you were safe. Because as long as he was next to you, you would be. He would be sure of it.
#grippingbeskarsnightout#obi wan x reader#obi wan x you#obi wan x y/n#obi wan kenobie x you#obi wan kenobi x y/n#obi wan kenobi x reader
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In So High A Style
Keiko & Garak Get High (I'm thinking this takes place during season 2 or 3)
While Bashir and O’Brien are playing in the holosuites Garak goes looking for Bashir and runs into Keiko, she tells him he’s in the holosuite with Miles. That’s enough interaction for the simple tailor and he tries to quickly end the conversation but Keiko picks up on his discomfort and decides to throw caution to the wind and finally share something with this lonely, bitter Cardassian.
“You know, I know you like it hot,” she says.
“Excuse me?!?” Garak is genuinely taken aback.
“Come with me” Keiko takes his hand and Garak’s eyes go wide. He follows her, thinking to himself “what does this woman know? Did Bashir tell Miles and Miles told Keiko? Does the whole station know I've got feelings for the Doctor?”
Keiko brings him to a panel leading to the Jeffries tubes, “c'mon, trust me. You’ll like this.”
“I’m afraid I’ll need a little more information than that if you think I’m going in there Mrs. O’Brien.”
“Please, call me Keiko. I guess it is a little odd, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I know the warmest place on the station and since you’re a Cardassian and you love heat, I just thought—"
Garak settles back into his assured demeanour, a small misunderstanding, she knows nothing. “Ah, and how thoughtful indeed. But my quarters are quite warm enough, if that is all, I’ll be on my way. Have a delightful night Mrs. Keiko”
“Just Keiko is fine”
“If it is not too rude to inquire, Keiko, do you and the Chief not have a child you should be rearing?”
“Molly is with Captain Sisko, that man loves children. I was just going to go to my warm spot and take care of some plants I’m growing there, that's also what I wanted to show you.”
“You are growing plants in the Jeffries tubes?”
“Just some recreational cannabis. And not in the Jeffries tube, that’s just the easiest way to get to the room near the exhaust vent. Miles found it when he was first got here. I’m sure Dukat or whoever used it for some secret rendezvouses, but I’ve found it’s the perfect balmy temperature to grow weed. I thought maybe you’d like to have some with me.”
“Forgive my ignorance, gentle Keiko, but this sounds rather illicit. Is this a forbidden substance? Must you keep it hidden?”
“It used to be. Starfleet still frowns on it like any drug aside from caffeine and alcohol due to long-held Earth traditions. Sometimes I find the Starfleet regulations a bit… antiquated.”
Garak’s interest is piqued. Who knew this botanist woman would be so rebellious.
“And this *drug*, how does it effect the user?”
“Well I grow a hybrid strain called Gelato. It’s a mellow, euphoric high. I smoke a bit, relax and listen to music and when the high passes I go home.”
“I see. Well, I will not be joining you crawling in any small spaces, but I am intrigued by this, uh, what did you call it?”
“Cannabis. It’s sort of an open secret with the crew. Dax is the heaviest smoker on the station, you know? Kira prefers edibles.”
All this information and hardly any prodding, Garak thinks, let’s see where this goes.
Garak and Keiko go to his quarters instead to smoke. They light up and Garak takes a drag and starts coughing madly. Keiko tells him that’s normal, “let the high settle in” she says as she offers him water.
She’s smoking and starts to realize why she feels off “it is really hot in here,” she says wiping some sweat pooling on her brow.
“Feel free to make yourself comfortable Keiko” Garak says as the high sets in. He’s losing inhibitions but enjoying it. He hasn’t felt this good since before Julian got him off his Cardassian implant drugs. “Remove some layers if you need to.”
“Ha! I'm not that easy. I might be in a strange man’s quarters smoking weed but that doesn’t mean—“
“Oh ho ho” Garak can’t contain his laughter “no, no. That was the furthest thing from my mind but I see how that could be taken. No, human females do nothing for me, trust me. I would never make such a brazen pass at a woman”
“But a man?”
“Beg your pardon?” Garak asks with his eyes feeling heavier than normal.
“You said human females do nothing for you. Would you make a brazen pass at a human man?”
“Keiko, please.” Garak is giggly, he is trying to contain it but he felt like he was a boy again. He’d become numb to hiding his secrets away, and no one but Julian challenged him on the station. There was never any danger of being found out for anything unless Julian were to get him to reveal something. Now again the boyhood lurch of excitement and fear thrilled him. “You’re asking questions like Julian!”
“Julian? You sound like Miles. Don’t you mean ‘the dear Doctor’?”
“Oh please, it’s your damned drugs making me lose hold of my formalities” Garak smiled, ready to get back on the good foot but also enjoying the sparring partner. “Tell me Keiko, what compels a human botanist to be smoking with a Cardassian tailor on a night like this? Surely you have other friends who would enjoy your company?”
“Ah ha, you won’t redirect that easy.”
“No? You don’t wish to speak to me about the elusive Keiko?” Garak asks raising an eyebrow.
“Elusive?” Keiko laughs, “I don’t know about that. Do you want some snacks? I think I’m going to replicate some snacks.”
“Be my guest”
Keiko walks over to the replicator and gets a bowl of chips. “Have you heard of gaydar?”
“Is that a Vulcan diplomat?”
“No no, it’s an ancient Earth thing where people did scientific research into if people can tell if someone is gay or not. It’s pseudoscience, false positive paradox, base rate fallacy. But those of us who are gay can still clock it in our peers” she takes an entire large chip into her mouth and crunches down and stares at the flavour dust on her fingers before licking them.
“I’m afraid I’m a little lost." Garak observes her with rapt attention "‘Clock it’? Does this have to do with time? You said ‘those of us’, are you gay Mrs. Keiko?”
“Again, just Keiko is fine. In fact sometimes when I’m teaching I ask the students to call me Keiko too. The “Mrs” just doesn’t feel right. I’m bisexual and non-binary. People often use she but I’m comfortable with any pronouns” Keiko sparks up again and passes the joint to Garak who takes a smaller drag this time and only coughs a little.
“How wonderful!” Garak says with genuine enthusiasm. Keiko thinks this is the first true expression of emotion he’s shown all evening aside from not wanting to go in the Jeffries tubes.
“It is wonderful, isn’t it? So back to Julian as you called him”
“Twinkle twinkle” Garak looks out the window at the stars in his quarters. Did he just say that? Weird. This cannabis is making him lose his inhibitions. Perhaps it’s effects on Cardassians are different than humans.
“Twinkle twinkle.” Keiko responds as if it means something, backing off. Sure this guy might be a bit of a gremlin but there was an innocence somewhere under those scales and the year's worth of walls he put up to keep everyone out.
The two ate snacks and smoked, talking and laughing about the people on the station until it was time for Keiko to relieve Sisko of child duty.
—-
This was stream of consciousness. Where would this go? Garak gets mad at Keiko for trying to extract secrets with the weed? Steals her stash to use it on other Cardassians to get information? He and Keiko just become smoking buddies and get into shenanigans on the promenade? Maybe they go to Quarks for snacks and run into O’Brien and Bashir while high? Tell me what you think.
#deep space nine#ds9 fic#fanfic#keiko o'brien#garak#elim garak#garashir#julian bashir#miles o'brien#doctor bashir#chief obrien#star trek#weed#cannabis#smoking#Sisko#benjamin sisko#captain sisko#jadzia dax#Kira#kira nerys#quark#quarks bar#lgbtqiia+
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You should jack off to me <3
(Beware this post is ridiculously long lol)
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You can call me Angel!
I’m a 19 yr old disabled kinky little pet that goes by they/them although I’m indifferent to the occasional use of other pronouns for me.
I prefer neutral language be used for me but again- I’m indifferent to the occasional feminine or masculine language, just don’t make it a constant.
I am also switch leaning towards sub and bottom but occasionally have some more dom or top fantasies.
I’m 19, taken and spoken for by master @eroguro-gal (who convinced me to make this)
I am NOT looking for partners or a dom, please do not go into my DMs with the intention of doing so.
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I don’t want to be that person, but… I like art, you know? I studied art at high school and I was intrigued, but my knowledge is not that deep. I just know the basics, i guess? I like to pretend to know something about it, so let me pretend right now.
Okay, let’s pretend together. The first time I noticed the paint in Falling music video was probably April. I made my research. It was so random, but cute somehow. I had a laugh, clowned on tiktok and that’s it.
But then this picture dropped today.
So the portrait on the wall is this Ritratto di un giovane Uomo by Giovanni Bellini. I didn’t find anything about the meaning (but I’m just a med student with anxiety, so if an art student or expert could help please let me know) except for the name of the artist, I didn’t know much.
Bellini reminded of the Bellini cocktail, my favourite probably (fruity and sparkling Im up for it always).
Bellini was first invented in Venice, in a bar called Harry’s Bar. A pretty famous bar, a pretty famous gay bar in Venice. It was shot down by the fascists during the war because it was rainbow friendly. Years after artists like Hemingway used to go there and write his stuff. It was just a funny coincidence, I thought.
And now… this.
The new unseen from Falling music video are so aesthetic, very clean too… but there’s a fucking painting on this harry’s beautiful shot?
The painting is Il ritorno di Bucintoro al molo nel giorno dell’Ascensione by Canaletto.
Now Bucintoro is a golden boat and it’s coming home after some kind of war to celebrate a wedding between the Adriatic sea and the City of Venice.
Celebration of a wedding. September 28.
And apparently they used to end the celebration by throwing a ring in the sea.
Better that ring not be the peace ring, H!
Anyway. I don’t know what it is with this Venice obsession. I know Venice is a splendid city and my Italian heart is proud, but…? I don’t know what to do with these informations.
Do what you want. I’m just sitting here rewatching pose and studying infectious diseases :(
Edit:
I want to add this source by @aliensyndrome !
#falling music video#harry brain is hot#maybe i am on drugs please forgive me or ignore me#nel dubbio#harry ffs#harry unseen#september 28th#ANNIVERSARY
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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.9 Sakamaki Kanato [TRACK 2]
Original title: 裏切り
Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 9 Sakamaki Kanato [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki
Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5
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TRACK 2: BETRAYAL
Kanato slowly wakes up.
“Nn…Ugh…I’m at…school…? But how…? I’m fairly certain I was on the manor balcony mere moments ago…?”
*Rustle*
“Ah…You…Thank god. You’re unharmed, right?”
You frown.
“What exactly happened? What brings us here at school? If you know something, please tell me!”
You shake your head.
“I see…Were you unconscious as well, perhaps?”
I nod.
“I see. Which means somebody must have carried us here while we were out cold. However, I wonder why they did that? I don’t have the slightest clue…Furthermore, we can’t forget about those dizzy spells from earlier as well. Were we drugged without our knowing? In that case, I will never forgive them! …Either way, while I don’t know who is behind all of this, they can’t force us to play their twisted game. Come on, let’s return to the manor at once.”
*Rustle*
You hesitate.
“...!? What’s wrong…?”
You seem confused.
“Like I said, the manor. I want to head back to the Sakamaki manor where we live. Is there an issue with that?”
You shake your head.
“Then what’s the problem? You’ve been acting weird this whole time, you know? First you ignore me, and now you start uttering a bunch of nonsense…It’s starting to agitate me.”
You ask Kanato who he is.
“...’Who are you’? …Haah? ーー Please don’t make such ridiculous jokes. You aren’t being funny in the slightest.”
You try to explain.
“If it isn’t a joke, then what are you trying to accomplish!? Are you getting a laugh out of seeing me panic as you pretend to have forgotten about me!? Or is this a new game of some sort? In which case, it isn’t fun at all! ーー Or maybe, don’t tell me…Are you making fun of me?”
You shake your head in denial again.
“Haah…I can’t believe this. Why would you do this…when I was so kind to praise your behavior earlier? Is it that fun to upset me…!?”
You attempt to reason with him.
“Fufu…Fufufu…Ahahaha…Ahー Fine. I get it. You haven’t been getting your fix as of late, am I right?”
You tilt your head to the side.
“Please don’t play dumb. I’ve been kind to you this whole time. I figured this is what you preferred as well, but I suppose I was wrong? That’s why you’re trying to upset me on purpose, isn’t it!? Heyーー!”
Kanato suddenly pins you down.
*Thud*
“...You should have just told me then. Admit that you enjoy the harsh treatment every now and then. Sure…I’ll suck your blood…plenty of it, okay?”
// T/N: The blood-sucking parts have been cut from the audio. To ensure the flow of the translation, I decided to fill them in myself since it’s not actually difficult to imagine how they would go. However, the actual audio will go silent for a couple of seconds.
Kanato bites you.
*Sluuuuuurp*
“Nn…”
*Gulp gulp*
“Mmh…”
*Gulp*
You fight back.
“...Why are you resisting? You’re the one who wanted this, remember? Are you trying to entice me, perhaps? Is this still not enough to satisfy you? In that case, I suppose I have no other choice. I’ll make it hurt even more then! Haahnーー!”
*Sluuuurp*
*Gulp*
You cry out in pain that it hurts.
“Why of course it does. I’m making it painful after all. Next…”
*Rustle*
“Shall I bite you here? Come on, give me your hand.”
He tugs your hand close.
“If I were to relentlessly thrust my fangs into your slender wrist…I’m sure it would hurt, don’t you think?”
You shiver.
“Fufufu…”
You beg him to stop.
“...Why? You wanted me to do this, didn’t you? So why are you noーー”
You push him away.
*Thud*
“...!? Heyー! Where are you going…!?”
*Rustle rustle*
“No! I’m not letting you go under any circumstances!? Why are you trying to run from me!?”
You call him a freak for sucking your blood.
“Ugh…! Haah…? I’m a Vampire so it only makes sense for me to suck blood, doesn’t it…?”
You seem shocked.
“What’s with that expression…?”
*Rustle*
“Honestly, what has gotten into you? You’ve been totally out of it this whole time. Can you please just stop joking around?”
You try to explain that it’s not a joke.
“But you are…!! …You keep acting as if you don’t have the faintest clue as to who I am…”
You once again insist that you truly lost your memories.
“Ah…Fufufu…Hahaha…You don’t know me…? …I honestly don't get it. Why would you lie to me like that?”
You tell Kanato that it’s not a lie.
“...N-No way…I won’t believe it…I refuse to believe this!!”
*Rustle*
“You’re actually trying to get away from me, aren’t you!? That’s why you’re spouting this nonsense to make me dislike you, correct!? Tell meーー!!”
You shake your head.
“...!! I won’t let you do that…You belong to me after all. Only to me…I refuse to let you leave…I won’t!!”
You try to push him away.
*Rustle rustle*
“Ahahaha! It’s no use! A weakling like yourself is simply no match for me! ーー In this case, I better punish you thoroughly. You attempted to rebel against me, so it only makes sense, no? Fufu…Hahaha…Hahー!”
Kanato bites you once more.
*Sluuuurp*
*Gulp gulp*
“Mm…Nnh…”
*Gulp*
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp*
You eventually pass out.
“...She has lost consciousness? Well, I suppose it makes sense. I drank quite a bit of her blood after all. Why did she suddenly decide to pretend to have forgotten about me…when mere minutes ago, she was smiling brightly while listening to me sing? …Did she actually wish to leave me? …! But I thought…she loved me?”
*BZZZZT*
“Ughーー! Kuh…Again…Dizzy…Ugh…”
Kanato collapses again.
*Thud*
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#kanato sakamaki#diabolik lovers para-selene#diabolik lovers translation#diabolik lovers drama cd#drama cd
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Promise Me?
pairings: baji keisuke x reader
summary: Baji promised you that you would have a great night. You, him, and Toman. He was out to have a good time too until the drugs came into play.
warnings: baji using drugs, curse words, angst, mentions of blood and teeth pulling. DONT DO DRUGS!
w/c: 1.6
a/n: Baji is a sweetheart and i know he’ll never do anything like this ☺️
A boy’s night was meant for the boys and only for the boys. The roaring sounds of the motorcycles, the blasting of the music did not go well with the anxiety that was soaring throughout your body. Baji being the crazy person he was, decided to bring you out to the club where all of the members of Toman would be.
You were standing near the game room with Baji’s hands firmly gripped around your waist. The sharp canines in his mouth were pressed against your delicate skin. The feeling of him kissing your neck all the way up to your ear was making you weak.
“Hey, I’ll be over there with the boys. You stay here with Emma.” He muttered into your neck, His husky breath invaded your personal bubble. The scene was making you intoxicated with him and you didn’t care. All of the worries about coming here tonight with the gang completely washed away once you saw that smile. He was actually happy and not grumpy for once. Usually, he was a pain in your ass with his sudden outbursts of rage or the way he’ll set something on fire just because he wants to.
“Okay baby.” You tried so hard not to stutter but Baji’s hand would accidentally slip into your inner thigh. The haze you were caught in finally came to a halt when his warm aurora left you. He stood by your side with his arms draped lazily around your shoulders.
“Yo, Emma, Watch my girl will ya?”
“It’s okay, I can watch myself, babe. Let her enjoy herself on the dance floor...Go with the boys.” You pushed him gently in the direction of the boys. That particular grin on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. It was the same grin he gave you when he first told you that he was in love with you. He also showed that grin when he was ready to rip someone’s head off of their shoulders but you didn’t mind. It was hot either way he showed it.
“Okay...I got you...remember that.”
“I trust you.” He walked off into the distance towards the bathrooms where two other men stood. It was quite odd of a scene since the other boys were in the arcade playing pool and cards. He was the only one in the dark part of the room...No, he would never do anything that could make you uncomfortable. He promised since the first day you guys met that he would never lay a hand on you or show you the demons within him. Baji always wanted to protect you from any danger that awaited and tonight was no different. He made sure that there was a member in every corner of the club so nothing would happen to you.
Emma’s cheerful scream broke you out of your thoughts, “Come on (Y/N) let’s go grab some food from the food bar I’m starving.”
“I could go for some sushi.”
You walked off from your spot with Emma’s hand in yours. There was a creepy feeling in the air, it’s been there since Baji left your side. He wasn’t with the boys which caused you to feel tense. Another reason was that he was still back there with those boys who now had something shoved up their noses. It looked as if they had tiny shovels in their noses.
‘There’s no way’
“Hey, Emma, Do yo-”
The sopping feeling of dressing on your clothes helps you come to a rest. You looked down to see that there was a big stain on your shirt. The person who did it stood in front of you with a look of fear.
“I’m so sorry, let me help you!” The man in front of you launched into action, he fearfully began to wipe your shirt down with the paper towel in his hand. The crowd around you only grew from curiosity. You tried to speak, you tried to get him to stop but the words that were processing in your head wouldn’t allow you to speak them.
Emma grabbed you from the scene. She caught the signal that you were giving out. It wasn’t hard to miss since you stood there in complete shock. “We might need some water. Here there’s a family restroom. maybe we can use the water there.”
“Don’t I know you from somewhere? I think we went to the same middle school.” The man asked, you took a long look at him before you realized where you had seen him from.
“Yeah...Aren’t you Haruto?”
“Yeah, that’s me. I’m still as clumsy as ever.”
“It was a complete accident. You don’t have to worry, I'm sure Emma has a spare top in her bag.” You waved him off, he seemed much calmer now that you were almost clean.
Bang
The bathroom door was kicked in. Baji stormed through the door with two unfamiliar guys with him. He completely ignores you so he can grab Haruto by his collar forcing his head into the mirror behind him. “So you’re the culprit huh? What the fuck is your deal?”
“Baji! Put him down, it was an accident.”
“An accident huh? Look at you, you’re covered in shit.”
Baji threw Haruto across the room. He scanned the room until he found the perfect weapon, pliers. He snatched the tool from under the sink making sink water spray out everywhere. You watched in horror, the laughter from the other guys encouraging him to continue his menacing antics, it did not make the situation any better.
“Can you please stop? You’re creeping me out.” Your voice was barely a whisper but it came out the stern. He seemed to have heard you cry out for him. His whole demeanor changed...he has more of a sinister feel to him.
“Why do you want me to stop? He needs to be taught a lesson. If not, then he will think that he can do it again.” He stood over Haruto with the pliers in his hand. He gave him a few kicks in the ribs just to toy with him. Emma tried to drag you out of the restroom but you stayed to face him.
He wiped his nose for the third time since he’s been here. This time a drop of blood followed behind it. You have been counting, ever since he left your side to be with those boys you have been observant of him. His sloppy posture, dilated eyes, his erratic behavior, and now he was having more mood swings than normal.
You tried to force the pressure that was forming in your throat away. You had to be strong, there were too many people out there that wanted to test you because they thought you were too weak to be Baji Keisuke’s girlfriend. So you put some bass in your voice and took a step forward.
“Are you fucking high right now!?”
He smirked, “What does it look like, baby?”
“You son of a bitch” You scoffed, you marched your way over to him giving him a firm slap across his face. A gasp could be heard from the background. You and he both knew that all of Toman was here to see what was going on.
“You promised me that you wouldn’t go to the extreme when it came to drugs! Look at you! You look like a fucking junkie, your fucking nose is bleeding and you don’t even care.”
He said nothing.
You reached down to grab the pliers only to be stopped by him. His strong grip from his hand wrapped around your wrist. “Get the fuck away from me”, he snarls.
You stare up at him and say nothing. The disbelief of him grabbing you and saying you engulfed your entire state of mind. He promised. You could only look into his dark orbs to see if he was actually being serious. It was no use, that demon he told you about was consuming him for the worst.
“You promised me that you would protect me tonight and yet you’re doing the most harm.” You placed a hand on his chest to feel his erratic heart beat. You knew what the white substance could lead to. His could actually burst if he got too excited.
He snatched your hand away from his chest,“I am protecting you! If only you’ll allow me to do my fucking job!”
Your hand was ripped away from Baji’s. It wasn’t him nor you.
Mitsuya pulled you into an embrace back from Baji. “The fuck is your problem Baji! Don’t you ever yell at a female like that! What the fuck!? Is this how you treat the woman you claim to love!?”
“What? You’d really think I’d hit a woman? I’m not your dad Mitsuya.” He stuck up his middle finger towards him with that annoying smirk on his face. “I’ll fucking kill you. Give me my girl.”
“I’m taking her home.”
You stood behind Mitsuya far away from Baji. You could see how badly he wanted to ruin Haruto. The blood lust in his eyes couldn’t fool anyone.
“Fine then. If that’s what she wants, take her home.”
“Don’t hurt him Baji. He didn’t do anything. Can you please just listen to me for once?” You were so emotionally drained from the situation that your words came out in a mumble. You knew what he was about to do. Your pleas would never get him to stop once his mind was already made up.
He chuckled, turning his back towards you. The walked over Haruto again screamed that he would murder someone who got in his way. You sat there with a blank expression watching your boyfriend shove the pliers into Haruto’s mouth. No one dared to stop him, some watched out of pure enjoyment.
Mitsuya pulled you out of the bathroom before you could see your boyfriend in that state but you could hear his disturbing laugh and Haruto’s pleas for forgiveness.
“He’s too high to comprehend what’s going on right now. You’ll have to talk to him tomorrow.”
“But he promised me…”
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hi!! idk if u take requests, but if u do, i was thinking maybe something where a villain and a hero are in love and in a romantic relationship (which is already stablished),, and then the hero has to fight someone they wont be able to defeat, like a supervillain or something, who is merciless and will probably kill hero if they go tru with it. anyway,, the villain knows abt hero's plan to take down supervillain bc they told them bc they r lovers n share everything <3 and villain tries to convince them not to, but hero doesn't listen and still wants to go tru with it, so villain knocks them out, kidnaps them and keeps hero in their house so that they wont b able to go try and defeat villain and die. bc they love them <33 but their morals r grey at best
Hii! Anon, this is exactly the kind of scenario I love, so thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it <3
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If it wasn’t for the dread pooling in the pit of Villain’s stomach, they’d think that Hero looks beautiful. They always do when that fierce light shines in their eyes.
“Darling, what do I have to do to dissuade you from this insanity?” Villain is almost surprised by how steady their voice sounds. It holds nothing of the wild things stirring inside of them, making their heart race and their hands shake.
“You can’t,” Hero says, tilting their head to the side and offering them a soft smile. “I know you are worried and I love you for it, but I have to go. Supervillain needs to be stopped, Villain, and I can’t waste this opportunity. It’s the first time I have the location of their current hideout, and who knows when I’ll get a chance as good as this one to put an end to all the chaos they’ve been spreading. This city needs me, love.”
“Hero, Supervillain has years of experience on you. They know what they’re doing, and for all we know, they could be the one who sent you the anonymous tip about the hideout location. If you go there, you’ll die.”
Hero frowns, crossing their arms over their chest as they look away. “Is that truly what you think of my abilities?” they ask quietly. When Hero raises their eyes again, their expression is one of pure determination. “I know what I’m doing. I won’t die. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Villain swallows down the need to scream in frustration and takes a step in their direction. And then another one, until they stand right in front of Hero. Villain leans their forehead against their lover’s, and Hero takes a deep breath at the closeness before wrapping their arms around Villain’s shoulders.
“Trust me on this, my love. I’ll be back before you can even miss me.”
“I trust you,” Villain says, holding Hero’s waist with one hand and letting their eyes flutter closed. Villain rubs their back in soft circles, and Hero doesn’t notice Villain’s other hand sneaking into their pocket. “But please trust me on this, Hero. This isn’t a fight you can win.”
“Villain, I already said everything I had to say. I’m doing this whether you want me to or not. I’m sorry, but this isn’t an argument you can win.”
“I could say the same,” Villain whispers.
They open their eyes and find Hero’s confused gaze locked on theirs. There is gentleness there too, staring at Villain’s soul like only Hero ever has. When the needle pricks their neck, it turns into shock.
“You… What did you just…?”
Hero pushes them away, parted lips and wide eyes as they stumble backward, holding their neck. Villain doesn’t stop them. All they do is let the syringe fall from their hand and watch as Hero gasps and shakes their head in incredulity.
“No,” Hero whimpers, and that simple word sinks into Villain’s chest and shatters their heart with the horror it carries. “Villain, what did you do?”
They open their mouth, but before any words can leave their lips, Hero sways on their feet, and Villain sprints forward without thought. When their lover’s knees buckle, Villain is there to catch them.
“How could you?” they sob in Villain’s arms, clutching their shirt. “I… how could… I’ll never… V-Vil–, how c…”
Hero’s grip loosens as their voice dies down, and their hands fall limply on their lap. Their head lolls against Villain’s chest for a moment before their body sags and they are completely lax in Villain’s embrace.
“You matter far more than this city,” they whisper to Hero’s unconscious form.
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When Hero wakes up, the first thing they notice is that they aren't at their house. And then the scent. Even without opening their eyes, they know the bed they are lying on isn’t theirs, but the smell is. Wherever they are, it still smells like home.
Smells like Villain’s perfume.
Hero blinks against the sleep still gluing their eyelids together, again and again until they open to reveal Villain’s bedroom.
“You are awake.”
They turn their head to the side and find Villain sitting by the bed. Hero nods, frowning when it makes their head throb, and then deeper at how parched their throat feels.
“Want some water?” Villain offers, and Hero nods again.
Gentle hands help them sit up for Villain to slide behind them, letting Hero lean against their chest and guiding a glass to their lips.
Hero closes their eyes and drinks.
“How are you feeling?” Villain asks, resting their chin on top of Hero’s head. It is pure instinct that leads Hero to sit back against them and hold Villain’s arms around their body.
That’s where they belong, Hero thinks distantly. In Villain’s arms.
When they open their mouth to answer, though, the words get caught in their throat. Hero blinks at Villain’s bedroom again, shaking their head when muddled memories flash before their eyes.
Hero pulls away from Villain’s hug, and turns around to face them.
“You drugged me.”
“I did,” Villain says calmly. “It’s why you are alive to talk to me right now.”
If it wasn’t for their aching head and pounding heart, Hero would think this is a nightmare.
“How long was I out?”
“A few hours. Time enough for Supervillain to change locations – it’s all over the news.”
Hero parts their lips, but there aren’t enough words to voice what they are feeling. The cold, heavy darkness enveloping their heart and squeezing.
“I had to do it, Hero,” Villain says, showing their palms in what might’ve looked like remorse if Hero didn’t know what to look for. The pride hidden in the way their brows curve, the slight tug at the corner of their lips. “If I didn’t, you’d be dead now. I can take your anger, but I can’t take a world without you in it.”
“My anger?” Hero snickers, swinging their legs off the bed and getting up. The floor seems to move when they do, and when a wave of dizziness crashes over them, Hero takes an unsteady step forward. They frown and close their eyes as they sway, and just before they can fall, warm, familiar hands wrap around them, holding them upright.
Hero’s eyes snap back open as they shove Villain away and stumble backward. “Don’t touch me,” Hero hisses.
They make it two steps back before their legs give out. Villain moves toward them, but Hero bares their teeth as their knees hit the floor.
“I said DON’T TOUCH ME,” they shout. “You think I’m angry? Is that what you think, Villain? You’ve drugged and kidnapped me. You completely disregarded what I wanted to do with my life. This isn’t a fight you can solve with a charming smile and pretty words. You, you, you drugged me–”
“I did it because I love you, Hero!” Villain yells, taking another step in their direction.
Hero gets up on wobbly legs and staggers to the nearest wall, leaning against it as Villain follows their movements with a lost expression that makes them want to scream.
“If that’s what you think, then you have no idea what love is,” Hero says, and they can’t hold back the sob that slips out along with the words. Nor the tears that roll down their cheeks unbidden. “Love isn’t choosing for the other person. Love isn’t ignoring what I wanted and kidnapping me. Love is respect and trust and understanding. This? This is… this is a tragedy.”
“No,” Villain breathes, crossing the room and only stopping when there's no more room between them and Hero, soft hands cupping tear-streaked cheeks and tilting Hero's head up until they look into each other's eyes. “Hero, I… you know how much I love you. Darling, I’d burn down the whole world for you. Please, tell me how to make this right.”
Hero closes their eyes, feeling that tender touch they want so desperately to lean into. To let Villain kiss the pain away.
“You aren’t even sorry, are you?” Hero whispers, eyes fluttering back open to find Villain blinking and opening their mouth.
“I am. I hurt you, of course I’m sorry.”
“Would you do it again?” Hero swallows, placing their hands on top of Villain’s fingers, holding them against their face. “If we could go back in time, would you do it again?”
They don’t need to hear the answer to know it. It’s written in Villain’s creased forehead and cautious eyes.
“Then you aren’t sorry,” Hero’s voice breaks as they grip Villain’s hands and push them away with as much force as they can manage.
“Okay,” Villain nods, holding still when Hero steps away from them and reaches for the door. “Okay. Cool off, we can talk about this later. We can fix this. As long as we have each other, we can fix anything.”
“Well, that’s the problem then,” Hero holds onto the door handle as they turn around and meet Villain’s wide eyes. “You don’t have me anymore. I can’t forgive you, Villain. Not for this.”
“Hero–”
They don’t stay long enough to hear anything else. Hero runs, and doesn’t stop until they are as far away as they can from the person they thought they’d spend their whole life with.
When they curl up and sob, Hero can’t help but wish Villain’s touch, soothing the pain and keeping them safe. But the pain is too big, this time. Too deep. Caused by the very hands they want around them.
So Hero hugs themself, and cries for the love they thought would last forever.
#whump#whump writing#heroes and villains#hero/villain#betrayal whump#noncon drugging#drug whump#needle cw#emotional whump#i guess?
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Exposing Merula’s bullshit from Y7Ch27, part 2.
Lately, I try not to talk much about how badly Merula is written, unless I’m asked about it. And even then, I usually feel like I’m repeating the same things over and over again. The truth is that, for most of the time, I don’t care how incompetent Jam City is with Merula, so I simply don’t see the point of complaining about it. She’s boring, the writers screwed up with her, and at this point, there’s not much they can do to save it. There’s really not much more to add.
But that scene in Y7Ch27... God. It was so ridiculous that I have to roast Merula, just for funnsies. So, beware, there’s no sympathy for her ahead, but there’s a lot of sarcasm.
Also, disclaimer: I’m fairly certain that Merula lied about joining R after the Sunken Vault. However, I’ll talk about it in a separate post. For the sake of this commentary, let’s assume I believe her.
What a treat from the start!
Bitch... Bitch. What the hell you’re talking about? When you “stood up to Rakepick”? When you were kissing her ass for most of Y4 and Y5, even though she was ignoring you? Or you stood up to her in the Portrait Vault? Or maybe you’re talking about your impressive performance before Rowan’s death?
Oh, I know! It has to be about the Sunken Vault!
Oh, yes. It was so impressive! Please, teach me your ways, Merula! Tell me, was R so impressed that they pat you on your head? Did you get a gold star for your efforts? Did you write to your parents about it? Were they proud? I bet they were. I mean, I am - proud and impressed.
By the way, I just want to point out that in all situations above, you really showed self-preservation, cunningness, and resourcefulness. As we know, those are traits of a true Slytherin. Considering that your family was in this House for generations, I bet that all of the Snydes are proud and impressed as well.
Y’know, Merula, in different circumstances, I’d believe it. But considering that pretty much everything you said during this conversation is a lie, I have to assume that it’s a lie, too. And just for this moment, I’ll break my decision of believing you to say: you’re a really pathetic little pest, Merula. Even when you’re lying, you literally can’t show your worth without dragging someone else through the dirt. Over six years have passed, and you didn’t grow at all. You didn’t change. You didn’t learn. It’s almost sad.
Cry me a fucking river.
Alright, listen... You say you joined them after they KILLED ROWAN. R hurt Rowan... DEADLY. Seriously, how much fucking time did you need to realise it’s not a problem for them to hurt anyone, whether their victim is someone’s friend or not?
Aha. Just like that? After.. what? A couple of months? Because working for R is like a summer internship, right? Cool story.
You can be pretty funny sometimes, Merula - I have to give you that. Seriously, I’m impressed (again) that you can say it with a straight face.
Wait, what? I mean... What exactly are you expecting to happen? That R will be so depressed that you left that it’ll ruin the entire organisation?
Merula, what drugs are you smoking?
Hey, Merula! Hey, listen...
Eat dirt.
By the way, if you chose: “I already forgive you”, you should know that you made Rowan Khanna very sad and disappointed. You should feel bad about your choices.
Long story short: Merula is really fucking lucky that MC is an idiot. Also, I don’t understand why we didn’t use this opportunity to ask Merula about the whole thing when she promised Verucca at the end of Y6 to bring MC to R, for example. I mean, we could’ve finally learnt something actually important, but whatever, I guess. Merula wouldn’t tell the truth anyway, so...
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ryan ross lyric sentence starters
↪ taken from various songs he’s written, lyrics he’s sung, & poetry he’s penned. trigger warnings for mentions of sex, cheating, drugs. alter as you see fit ♡
“so close …”
“i am composing a burlesque.”
“i'm all alone in an afterglow.”
“but we haven’t even met yet.”
“this war ain't gonna fix itself.”
“you can’t be lonely.”
“you're gonna have to dig your way out.”
“she was nowhere to be seen.”
“some people never change.”
“i know i broke your heart. mine is broken too.”
“i'm carving pumpkins.”
“i'm afraid that i may have faked it.”
“though you tried to cut me down it wasn’t deep enough.”
“this may call for a proper introduction.”
“i know it’s mad.”
“all the lights are on, but no one's home.”
“a year ago, i was dreaming of where i am now.”
“charm your way out.”
“we're all too small to talk to god.”
“you’re invited.”
“it's not so pleasant.”
“if you're going, then go.”
“i was suspicious and naive.”
“we're still so young, desperate for attention.”
“things have changed for me, and that's okay.”
“that's the spirit.”
“watch your mouth.”
“it started with a simple kiss.”
“don't you move.”
“what a wonderful caricature of intimacy.”
“we'll never go hungry.”
“praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.”
“i lie in silence and feel like a fool.”
“grab your hat and fetch a camera.”
“your eyes are the size of the moon.”
“it's time for us to take a chance.”
“you should take this heart of mine.”
“how did i get here in the right from wrong?”
“i know it just doesn't feel like a night out.”
“it just made her more interesting.”
“she didn't even see me.”
“do you know what i mean?”
“i'm wrecking this evening already, and loving every minute of it.”
“i sure do make an easy target.”
“someone i love loves someone else.”
“don't bother waiting up.”
“don’t you go down.”
“you vanished when you'd gotten what you came here for.”
“would it be alright if we just sat and talked for a little while?”
"when did he get all confident?"
“you know it will always just be me.”
“i feel the same.”
“all my forgotten poems are a joke.”
“she'd wanna kiss you all the time.”
“i want a big celebration.”
“i'll ignore my heart and lie to the truth.”
“film the world before it happens.”
“that's just ridiculously odd.”
“it grows like fancy flowers.”
“he tried to save the calendar business.”
“i wonder if this was physical or if it could have been in my head.”
“i wouldn't be caught dead in this place.”
“you're pulling the trigger all wrong.”
“i saw you, i met you, i loved you.”
“so let me set you free.”
“i'm aware that you're scared of my heart, but it's here.”
“northern downpour sends its love.”
“you better put that pen to paper.”
“if you're gonna preach, for god sakes, preach with conviction.”
“haven't you heard that i'm the new cancer?”
“i know i broke your heart.”
“i am something velveteen.”
“we're locked inside.”
“just don't put your teeth on me.”
“when i’m good, i’m the baddest.”
“i’m up, looking for you now.”
“you can call me tonight.”
“it sure as hell ain't normal.”
“haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!”
“we sure are in for a show tonight.”
“can't take the kid from the fight.”
“she's got me twisted in love.”
“i could've waited for the train to come.”
“you could love me if i knew how to lie.”
“if it were me, i'd write another song.”
“i fell from the heavens as a fetish.”
“i am renewed.”
“i hope that i've still got your help.”
“take a look at what you got me into.”
“we should feed our jewelry to the sea.”
“who could ask for any more?”
“i'm pouring out my heart for paper.”
“i need to leave you but i never will.”
“i forgot how to call you.”
“just stay where i can see you.”
“it's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened.”
“i’m doing my best.”
“she didn't choose this role.”
“life is not a fairytale.”
“our loneliness will keep us warm.”
“i don't mind taking a photograph.”
“you're gonna bend until it breaks.”
“maybe something in my blood could lift my spirits up.”
“i am out of my mind.”
“imagine knowing me.”
“i hope it's where i belong.”
“is it still me that makes you sweat?”
“your speech is slurred enough that you just might swallow your tongue.”
“i must be lucky to have you be the one who loves me.”
“but who could love me?”
“you clicked your heels and wished for me.”
“give me your attention.”
“you set the house on fire.”
"man, it feels good to feel this way."
“i've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck then any boy you'll ever meet.”
“if the clouds were singing a song, i'd sing along. wouldn't you, too?”
“i know i've been wrong.”
“kissed a girl in the lobby ‘cause she asked so politely.”
“i can't get out by myself.”
“true love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring.”
“it never made her happy, 'cause she couldn't ever have me.”
“i do drunk dialing minus the alcohol.”
“i hope to god he was worth it.”
“he looked like he was barely hanging on.”
“why do i find myself outside at your window in the night?”
“i'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf.”
“they spill unfound from a pretty mouth.”
“ i'm going to need you to keep time.”
“you better back your shit up.”
“i think i owe it to you to try to be every hallucination you see in me.”
“you do this all the time."
“you're not what he's thinking of when he's with the other girl.”
things have changed for me.”
“this was no accident.”
“it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.”
“just sit back and relax.”
“i, for one, won't stand for this.”
“we play by donner party rules at all times.”
“the glitter is gone.”
“boys will be boys.”
“you're all that's left for me.”
“my mind is all mixed up.”
“who knew that love was a dangerous drug?”
“'she couldn't ever have me.”
“isn't this exactly where you'd like me?”
“we can play normal for a few days.”
“i ground my teeth and you bite your tongue.”
“in case i lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off?”
“it seems i’m someone i've never met.”
“i think i made you up.”
“it never gave a damn about me.”
“perhaps, i was born with curiosity, the likes of those of old crows.”
“i'm cold, i'm hungry, but i'm bored.”
“i don't want no gifts.”
“the monster mash is playing.”
“do you really even live here?”
“this kind of thing always happens.”
“you were right. i was wrong, like i always am.”
“i missed your skin when you were east.”
“i feel as if i’m a figurine.”
“every night is the same.”
“ i'm sure i didn't ruin her.”
“i could have sworn we danced slow before.”
“i'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's pa.”
“it's nice to think that you are always wanted.”
“am i who you think about in bed?”
“you'll never know until you're there.”
“come on, this is screaming ‘photo op’.”
“you and i will always be ‘the dream’.”
“any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.”
“it was a scream when we were young and dumb.”
“i know i should've never left.”
“who can i believe?”
“she always had her fangs at my jugular vein.”
“and a few more of your least favorite things.”
“in matters of opinion, love has gone insane.”
“if i go to hell will you come with me or just leave?”
“in the house of mirrors, ain't nothing keep you safe.”
“you know that you feel it too.”
“now we're making some progress.”
“god damn, i’d hate to see what i’d do under the influence.”
“i’m only reflecting your perfections.”
“just a first kiss to face the new year.”
“we’ll sit in silence.”
“you're a regular decorated emergency.”
“euphoria is a risk on the floor.”
“she could never win me.”
“love is all i'm really after.”
“have some composure,.”
“this was a therapeutic chain of events.”
“on the hotel floor, drinking warm champagne.”
“we need to talk.”
“every word gets you a step closer to hell.”
“let me help you please.”
“i never said i missed her when everybody kissed her.”
“now i know it's just a matter of time until i make her come.”
“if the world were ending, would you kiss me or just leave me?”
“forgive me if i’m not quite ready to give them to you.”
“i want to know what everyone knows.”
“you told me not to fear the dark.”
“the weather is impeccable.”
“i don't love you, i'm just passing the time.”
“i can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.”
“love is established philosophy.”
“but it might’ve been the calm that comes before the storm.”
“let's sing it like you mean it.”
“there's a devil in the corner.”
“there’s never anything good on tv.”
“everything goes according to plan.”
“i ran from love like it was laced.”
“i guess we're back to us.”
“we can't help ourselves.”
“i remember fuckin' in the falling rain.”
“i wasn't born to be a skeleton.”
“i couldn't quit her.”
“everything's gone missing.”
“we must reinvent love.”
“i know it's sad that i never gave a damn about the weather.”
“what do i know?”
"the best part about you was me."
“check the pocket of my leather jacket.”
“i am truly made of one million glowing constellations.”
“i mean, technically our marriage is saved.”
“she's a dangerous place.”
“even the truth is wrong sometimes.”
“was it god who chokes in these situations?”
“i feel like something on strings.”
“she couldn't ever catch me.”
“i try not to think about it and you.”
“i know it's just a matter of time.”
“i can't prove this makes any sense, but i sure hope that it does.”
“you know you should take it a day at a time.”
“i never said i’d leave the city.”
“it's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine.”
“i might have lost control.”
“i'm in a rut but still adored.”
“i'll keep my distance.”
“i need to take a vacation.”
“it's almost halloween.”
“is it a fairy tale?”
“well, this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne.”
“you can't stand it.”
“i'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.”
“we were always thick as thieves, you and me.”
“maybe i will, maybe i won’t.”
“all i want to do is dig a hole with you.”
“stop stalling.”
“it truly is enough to be alive and be in love.”
“i can't believe my eyes.”
“if i were to die tonight, would you cry, or deny my place in your life?”
“you are at the top of my lungs.”
“things do like to build up and fall apart at the same time for me.”
“why can't we just be friends?"
“i never know where the evening goes.”
“i want to go where everyone feels the same.”
“i fell in love again.”
“all i do is lie.”
“they asked for it.”
“was it all a dream?”
“all your wishes, they will sink like stones.”
“i wandered through the sunshine.”
“living even one minute without you is a moment i'd rather not have to live to see.”
“i want to go where everyone goes.”
“i think that i have had enough.”
“asked to be her husband; she already had one in prison.”
“true love is scarce.”
“somehow it still came undone.”
“things are shaping up to be pretty odd.”
“is ‘young’ a word for ‘dumb’; a word for ‘fun’?”
“said i'd let you keep it forever.”
“i never said i’d leave this town.”
“guess i'm going to a party.”
“damn, this is rough.”
“someone should have told her that pretty ain't a job.”
“something changed along the way.”
“i can't convince myself that you were good for more than cheap thrills.”
“now i’m the only one to blame.”
“let's not get selfish.”
“i hardly knew a thing about you.”
“give your feet a chance, they'll do all the thinking.”
“make a name for yourself.”
“it's useless searching in the cupboards.”
“i won't cut my beard and i won't change my hair.”
“it’s just the end of the world.”
“back to the room where it all began.”
“what was it that you put into my guts?”
“what a shame.”
“we'll leave the past out to pasture.”
“i know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.”
“everybody knows it but you.”
“it looks like the end of history as we know.”
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yan Shigaraki pt. iii
Also known as: MOMMY KINK
Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, dubcon, mentions of rape, bondage, drugging, kidnapping, blow jobs, cunniliginus, vaginal fingering, mind break, manipulation, prostate milking, switching, mommy kink, DARK FIC
Word Count: 9307
Notes: back y’all. this one focuses on that mommy kink everyone has been requesting, so, uh, come get your juice.
this fic is dedicated to & beta edited by @kugutsuu. i am but a humble acolyte at her shrine, so if you wanna see some grade A mommy kink, or more Tomura porn, plz, go read her stuff. it is marvelous.
Part III: MOMMY KINK
part i || part ii
The shower is grimy. Thankfully, most of the stains are old patches of soap scum or neglected bits of grout. You’d asked Tomura once, to clean it, but he’d just chuckled and shoved you into the glass box, saying he’d think about it, if you’re good.
It’s a pity you haven’t made it back onto the “good,” list.
It’s been three weeks and although Tomura has kept you close, hardly letting you slip from his sight, binding you when he has to leave the confines of his room, he’s clearly sulking in his lingering annoyance. An annoyance that’s firmly directed at you.
His touches are less frequent and there’s been a decided lack of that early, awed, wonderment and soft persistences. He used to stroke his fingers down your skin when you slept beside him, careful to let you know that he’s being cautious, not wanting to frighten, or worry you. Now, when he flops beside you, he turns his back, curling up, on his side of the mattress, shouldering off your tentative pets.
He’s distant and you can’t adjust to it.
You reach for the plain sliver of bar soap and work it into your shivering arms, building suds and foam under your fingers. The shower door is fogging up, thick with the wet heat from the spraying water, but you can make out Tomura’s outline. He’s perched on a low stool, one that he’s placed specifically in the tiled room, so he can keep an eye on you, so he can make sure you don’t try to slither away from him again.
It’s frustrating, the warring closeness and aloofness he’s giving you, and you grumpily slough off the bubbles of soap, watching as they swirl down the rusted drain. You were going to come back, you justify, wetting your hair and hoping there’s enough shampoo left to give it a proper soak. You only wanted to get your cat. It’s not your fault he’d forgotten him, when he’d drugged you and placed you under his power. Sure, you could have told him about the feline, but you just…
You wanted to do it yourself.
Since he’s taken you, you don’t get to do a lot of things by yourself anymore and you needed to prove...no...that’s not right. You’d wanted to taste the fresh air that night and yank yourself out from under Tomura’s omnipresent thumb. It’s exhausting, being held like this. You know, in his own twisted way, that Tomura loves you and there’s some answering part of you that’s starting to care for him, too, but those feelings don’t make you any less caged. Besides, you sigh, combing the shampoo into your hair, how could you not find yourself slipping into a ragged dependency?
How were you possibly supposed to prevent those budding needs? After all, took care of you and he fed you, both physically and sexually. God, you’d never had anyone fuck you like he did. You’re almost certain that he’d been a virgin when he fucked you, that first night, but damn, he’d more than made up for his inexperience with a genuine desire to see you satisfied.
It’s an odd rush of emotions.
You feel equal parts guilt and anger pressing at you. You didn’t mean for this to happen and it’s not fair he’s still taking it out on you. Besides, you’d only wanted to get your cat that night. You didn’t have grand plans of escape, or reporting Tomura’s undoubted villain status to the police. No, you would have come back. The most you would have risked was sneaking one quiet night's sleep in your old bed, but you would have slunk back to him in the morning, ready to see his outstretched arms and those lovely, fervid, eyes that flashed so much adoration when they rested upon you.
Yes, it had all gone to plan, that is, until he caught you.
He hadn’t spoken much, since that night, and you missed those early conversations the two of you shared. You know you’ve perturbed him, angered him, hurt him, and it’s starting to feel like there's nothing you can do about it.
However, while you were kept under strict watch, your rescued cat, on the other hand, has grown into a regal prince, free to strut about the hideout, often weaving under Tomura’s red shoes. Never, never, ever, would you have thought that you’d be jealous of a cat, of your cat. But you can’t help but bristle at the affection Tomura showers down on your feline, and your cat, that damned smug little thing, lapped it all up, purring and fat, content with his new supremacy.
You suck your teeth at the thought and quickly dash your head under the reassuring spray of the shower. When you turn, you catch sight of Tomura’s outline again and a sudden idea pops into your head. Before your failed rescue mission, Tomura had often luxuriated under your touches, almost vibrating some nights, drunk off the pleasure of your stroking hands. Although he’s been detached, maybe...maybe you could bridge that gap, with the right incentive, of course.
“Um, Tomura?” you call, curling your arms about your chest, shivering as you step from the misting of warm water.
He grunts, but that hazy silhouette doesn’t shift, solid and unyielding, despite your soft voice. You bite your lip and step closer, pressing yourself against the slick glass, not ready to give up.
“Can you come here, please?” you try again, infusing honey and light into your tone, hoping it might convince him to turn.
“What is it?” Tomura grumbles, but you notice him shift and you smile at your tiny victory.
“I need you, just for a second, if you...please, Tomura?” you’re trailing your fingers over the frosted dips and imperfections of the shower door and you can tell he’s starting to waver. It’s hard for him to pull away when you whine out his name like that. It’s likely a control thing, but that gasping want, that echo of need is something he’s done his best to encourage, liking that he can make you slip into a gooey, broken, state.
He stands and pads toward the steaming shower and you bite back a grin, pleased he’s maneuvering into place. Once he’s close, you crack the door open and poke your dripping head out, searching for his eyes. Tomura pauses when he catches sight of you, vermillion iries dark, narrowed and suspicious.
“What?” he asks again, his lips curling, lifting that jagged scar and revealing a line of straight, white, teeth.
“Can...can you do me a favor?” you question, dragging your tongue across your lower lip, tugging at the plush skin, silently rejoicing when you catch his eyes lowering, following the motion.
“Depends,” he snaps, his gaze flashing back to yours. You give a soft huff, disappointed that he’s not bending, at least, not yet.
“Will you, um, take a shower with me?”
Tomura snorts, looking over your sopping hair. “Don’t be stupid, you’re practically done.”
“What if I want to clean you off?”
“You calling me gross?”
“No,” you stammer, aghast and unsure if he’s joking. “I just...I want to do this, for you. You’ve been so good to me, I want to do something nice for you, too.”
“Liar,” Tomura taunts, but he does step closer, leaning one arm on the brass frame and peering over your half concealed form.
“I’m not lying. I’d really like to– ”
“Not that. You’re lying about me being good to you. Don’t give me that look, you know it’s true. Should I list it out for you? To prove it. Let’s see, I’ve kidnapped you, fucked you, against your will, until all you can do is drool, begging me to stop, and I’m pretty sure that’s fucking called rape. What else? Oh, I’ve drugged you, tied you up for hours, almost killed your cat, ah, and I’ve been ignoring you, doing my fucking best to make you feel like the ungrateful little slut that you are. That enough? Or should I give you some more?”
You roll your shoulders, agitated. “Tomura, that’s not...I don’t want to talk about that. I want– ”
“You want to pretend again. To put on an act and go about the motions. Wait until I’ve lowered my guard and then you’ll fucking– hey– stop!” Tomura bristles when your wet fingers curl around his dark shirt, yanking him toward you and dangerously close to the wet tiles. His nose wrinkles and he tries to bat you away, hands roughly knocking against your pruned skin.
“Tomura, please. I’m not...I just want to be close to you. Don’t push me away, I’m sorry. I’ve told you that before and I’ll tell you again. You know I didn’t mean– ”
“Didn’t mean to sneak out of a window? You fucking accidentally woke up and thought, good time to make sure he’s out on a meeting, better make the most of this? Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you (Y/N),” Tomura growls, finally succeeding in shaking himself free, glaring down at your damp, wrinkled, brow.
Sighing, you sulk back into the warmth of the shower, pouting your lips and shaking your head, dropping tiny flecks of water across Tomura’s dark shirt and bare feet. “You’re really not going to forgive me, huh? Even if I tell you that I’m sorry, even if I ask for you to let me hold you?
That’s fucking mean, Tomura. You’re such a jerk. A fucking ass. You’re making me feel like some kind of bitch. Yeah, I didn’t ask for you to fucking kidnap me, but what do you want me to do?
It’s not my fault that...that I like you. That I like when you’re nice to me, that I like when you make me feel so...so good, and, well, wanted. You can’t...what am I supposed to do? At this rate, I’ll just hate you. So, if that’s what you’re...what...what you’re want...oh.”
You’d turned your face, while you snapped and berated him, so the feeling of his hard, bare chest, and the sucking pressure of his lips startles you. When your face lifts to his, his long fingers wrap under your chin, forcing you to look at him. His red gaze ensnares you and your breath catches, granting him the opportunity to shut the glass door behind him and press you against the slippery tiles. His free hand shifts to the temperature gauge and he rolls the heat down, hissing at the sting of the shifting water.
“Fine,” he smirks, slotting himself against your curves, letting you feel his rising cock and the sharp planes of his muscles. “I’m here. What is this, so called, nice thing you want to do for me?”
You laugh at his dripping sarcasm and arch into his arms, pleased when he gifts you a quiet shiver. “Turn around,” you smile, your eyes roving over his exposed figure hungrily. Tomura sucks his teeth, but he does as you ask and you reach beside him, slipping the block of bar soap into your palm. You scoot close and dampen the sharp protrusions of his shoulder blades, slicking them with the lukewarm water before pressing the soap over him. Once you get a decent lather built up, you let your fingers dip into his corded sinews, massaging out the rough patches until he’s groaning, a pleased hum radiating from his chest.
“Does that feel ok?” you ask, watching him tremble when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. Tomura responds by shifting back, cracking his back as he bows into your touch. You smile and cup some water over him, sloshing away the bubbles. Once his back is clean and gleaming, you rub yourself against him, kissing his neck.
“What’s your plan?” Tomura sighs, his voice hushed. He cranes his neck and you catch a glimpse of one bright eye, watching you, waiting for your response.
“Plan?” you ask, confused by his meaning.
“Yeah, you trying to butter me up? You think this is gonna change my mind? If you do something nice for me, I’ll have to repay you? Let my guard down?”
You click your tongue and pull him to you, urging him to turn around, so you can see him properly. “Stop it,” you tut, raising the soap again and repeating the soft circles and easy massages, liking that he’s starting to duck his head, a light flush seeping over his chest and nose. “I want to do this for you. Call me stupid, but it makes me happy to see you relaxed. There’s something nice about your face and...and how you look at me. Besides, you haven’t looked at me like that...since...since before that night.”
Tomura glances away at the reminder, breaking the hard stare he’d fixed you with, but he takes a shallow step toward you, letting the tips of your nipples glide over his slippery pectorals. You gasp at the sensation, enjoying the sweet tightening that races along your areola, puckering the buds into stiff peaks.
“Well? Don’t leave the job half finished. Keep going,” Tomura rasps, his hands cupping your lifted wrist and moving the soap over his sternum, before passing it along his abdomen. Nodding, you gulp and work your way down until you have to kneel, your knees digging into the water logged floor. Your head lines up with his half hardened cock and you eye the velvety flesh ravenously. You chance a peek up at him, but he’s still refusing to meet your eyes, his head turned, scowling darkly at the wet tiles.
“Tomura,” you begin, releasing the bar of soap, letting the rushing water snag it, carrying it toward the pull of the drain. “Why don’t you let me take care of this for you?”
Above you, his jaw sets and you can hear him grinding his teeth, trying to shrug off that deepening red blush. You’re not quite sure why he’s so affected by this, but you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Your fingers slide up his thighs, nails gently scraping and pressing as you near the apex of his hips, watching him rise under temptation of your proximity. Once you’re grazing along his dark curls, he unconsciously thrusts toward you, a tiny droplet of precum budding out of his slit, gleaming in the light of the bathroom.
“Do you want me to touch you?” you ask, your heart thumping wildly, unsure where this sudden urge, this need, to have him supplicate himself for you, is coming from. You want him to ask, no, you want him to moan for you as he blushes and pants. Oh, yes. That would look so good on him. “I can help,” you continue, careful to keep your eyes down, not wanting to give yourself away. “It looks...it looks like you need me to take care of you. Just ask me, Tomura. Ask me to..to…”
Tomura’s hand on the back of your head makes you lose your train of thought and you sputter into silence, your eyes lifting to his, waiting. He glares down at you, imperious and chilling. His nostrils flare when you breathe across his leaking tip and his hips shift again, thumping his heavy cock head against your parted lips.
“Suck,” he commands and immediately, you do your utmost to take him all in, your jaw aching at the familiar weight of him. Tomura groans at the suction and his eyes finally slip closed. You hollow your cheeks and curl your tongue, racing the wet appendage over his thick veins, feeling him pulse and swell. He’s salty and so, so deliciously earthy. Your mind clouds over and all thoughts of making him bend to you fly out the window, content in the happy pleasure of making him spill down your waiting throat.
******
Later, when you’re both dry and stretched out on his tattered mattress, he turns to you, pressing his face into your arms, sighing happily when you stroke a hand down his hair. It’s been a while, since he’s come to you like this, all contented nuzzles and heavy exhales. Even before your misguided escape, he would rather have you cling to him, than he to you. No, this is a different kind of touch. You curl around him and he begins to slacken in your hold, drifting into the welcoming embrace of sleep.
As the night passes around you, you revisit those musings you’d had in the shower, when he was doing his best to ignore you as you gently needled him, wanting to hear him ask you for your attention. You’d never thought much on domination, how could you? Half of the time, you were bound or gagged, especially in the early days of your capture. Tomura had always been unrelenting in his control and you hadn’t done much to question his iron backed rule, at least, not until tonight.
But once you noticed that tight lipped expression and that delightful blush he’d given you? Oh, you wanted something very different from him then. Imagine, you think, a mischievous smirk lifting your lips, just imagine him, gasping and whining, just for you. He’d look so nice, so handsome, like that.
You’ll have to be cautious and you’ll need to go slow, but fuck, you want to see him beg. Tonight was a good step. You’d slipped back into his good graces and you’d shown that he can trust himself, and you, to let him show you a gentler, more vulnerable side of himself. Now, let’s see if you can get something different from this arrangement. Besides, you reason, if you’re stuck here, you might as well have a little bit of fun.
******
He’s got you pinned down, his powerful thighs digging into your spread hips, slapping his meaty balls against the wet curve of your ass. His fingers are hovering over your clit, but he’s careful not to touch. He isn’t wanting you to cum, not yet. You can’t breathe when he takes you like this and his lips are close to the hollow of your throat, rising and lowering in time with his jagged thrusts.
“You’re too quiet tonight,” Tomura rumbles, his tongue dipping out to swipe up some droplets of sweat that have slipped down your chin. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me this is all you can take? I’ve seen you give me more. That’s it, be a good little slut, be my good girl, let me hear you.”
His thumb slithers to your pulsing bud, slipping under the swollen hood and encouraging that pulpy flesh to throb out, hot and wanting. You gasp and he lifts his head, pressing a rough kiss to the side of your mouth.
“Almost,” he taunts, positioning his index finger above his thumb, at the top of your clit, trapping it in his hold. The sharp, painfully cloying sensation he sparks makes you arch and his cock slips deeper, the head tapping against that final barrier of your cervix. You hiss at the distant echo of pain and Tomura sighs above you, surging his hips forward and grinding down, scraping his pelvis against yours, watching you tremble around him.
“You take me so fucking well, (Y/N). Such a pretty little pussy, all wet and open, so flushed and all mine.”
When he tucks back, gliding his length from your weeping cunt, you find your voice and you shiver out a question, hoping, praying, he’ll entertain the idea. “T-Tomura, I...I want to ride you.”
His brow furrows and he gives you a bewildered look, red eyes flashing over your distant, blissed out, expression. “Huh?”
“I said, I want to r-ride you. I want you on your back so I can...ohh...fuck,” your demand shakes to a halt as he gives you a harsh cant, his cock swelling as your walls flutter around him.
“What’s wrong with this?” he scoffs, lifting his rubbing fingers and leaving your clit abandoned and aching. You keen at the loss, hips blindly rising, hoping you’ll catch him before he’s too far away.
“Damn it,” you sulk, missing your target and tilting your chin, meeting his hazy eyes and wrinkling your nose. “There’s nothing wrong with this, I just want you deeper. Fucking you...ah– fucking you, when you’re on your back, will let me take more of you. Come on, just this once? If you don’t like it, I– ”
In the blink of an eye, Tomura wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, slinking under your quivering legs and stretching himself on the sheets. Your fingers scrabble for balance, accidentally scratching down his stomach. He growls at the sudden, trickling, pain but he’s impatient for you to move, so he responds to your unintended hurt by thrusting up, into your heat, leaking some of your copious arousal onto his thighs.
“This doesn’t feel any different,” he grouses, his eyes glaring up at you before they dodge away, scowling out at his room, already frustrated that he’s given into your request, especially since it’s not looking like he’ll be getting much out of it.
“Give me a second,” you complain, finally steadying yourself and bracing your knees on the soft mattress. Once you’ve gotten your barings, you rise up, savoring the sting of his thick cock as it’s lifted from you. You roll your hips when you lower yourself and Tomura grunts, minutely curving his back, his lips curling into a pleased grimace. “How’s that?” you ask, preparing to repeat the motion, keeping your legs close and your pussy clenched, exulting in his choked moans.
“It...it’s ok,” Tomura concedes, a lovely blush beginning to seep over his face. His fingers tremble when they settle on your working hips, urging you to pick up your pace, but you ignore his silent request, circling yourself as you bottom him out, gently teasing him.
“Awe,” you pout, trailing your hands to him, cupping at his jaw and turning him toward you. His eyes meet yours briefly and he quietly murmurs a few curses, trying to pull his chin from your warm digits. “Just ok?” you continue, letting your legs spread, rutting him into you, squeezing your sopping channel around his length. “I’m hurt. I figured you’d like this. Don’t I feel good? You feel amazing, so fucking hard and oh– Did you like that? Mmm, that felt nice. Tell me what it feels like for you, Tomura. I wanna know.”
He dips his head back, unable to resist giving you a few sharp thrusts, his hips taking on a mind of their own as he begins to pulse inside you. That blush has bled down his neck and onto his broad chest, sprinkling his skin with a rosy hue. You drag your nails over the redness and he sucks in an unsteady breath, his eyes popping open and fixing you with a dazed stare.
“Come on,” you taunt, bringing your knees back to the sides of his hips and lifting, rising, until his tip is beginning to slip from your quivering core. He hums at the feeling and the scar on his lip quirks as he gulps down a snarl. “I know, I’ll make a deal with you. Tell me how it feels for you and I’ll give you what you want,” you bargain, jutting your hips back and forth, teasing his swollen cock head until he’s digging bruises into your plush thighs.
“What...what are you…doing...” Tomura gasps, his head lifting as he attempts to regain some control, his hands gripping you, trying to force you back to him. You click your tongue and lean away, out of his reach. “Don’t be like that. I just want to hear what you think. How can I possibly know if this feels good, if it makes you happy, if you don’t tell me?”
Tomura’s legs curl under you and his head shakes, white hair trailing along his neck, sticking to his damp skin. “I– it...it feels ok, I told you that.”
“Daw, but that’s vague,” you sulk, although you do sink down his straining cock, not quite all the way to his base, but low enough to reward him. Tomura sputters out a hiss when you do and he flops back to the bed, shaking. “Come on Tomura, give me a little more? Please?” you ask, fingers trailing along his stomach, drawing patterns into his slopes and grooves.
“It feels...warm and it’s wet, so fucking wet, but...it...it hurts...I want more. Give me more. You said you’d take me deeper, not...not...ah– yes...yes…” He’s rasping as you engulf him to his hilt. You use your hands to brace yourself, picking up that cant, spearing him into you and keening when he hits something soft at the front of your pussy. Tomura’s eyes gleam when he notices your trembling and he lifts his legs, planting his feet under you and slamming himself into your undulating cunt.
Your fingers wander to your clit and you start to roll those heady circles against yourself, oscillating waves of pleasure from your slippery bud. Tomura lets out a long sigh and he shivers as you break, edging yourself along that sharp ledge and falling into the mind numbing ecstasy that waits. As you drip and clench around him, Tomura gives out a weak shout and releases into you, thick bursts of his cum pulsing against your overstimulated and aching walls.
You fall against him and he clings to you, kissing sloppily at your damp brow. After the heat of your coupling, your skin quickly begins to cool and you burrow into his warmth, careful to keep him tucked inside you, enjoying the softening of his length and the oozing slop that’s leaking from your cunt and onto the sheets.
“What was that?” Tomura asks, his voice distant, awed.
“What?” you repeat innocently, pleased that these little pushes you’re giving him are working. You like seeing him disheveled and desperate and you want to see more.
******
It’s been easier between the two of you, since you’d worked your way back into his trust, but Tomura, being Tomura, still has his darker moments.
He hasn’t permitted you to leave his room, still bringing you meals and keeping you close, binding you, or locking you in, when he can’t. But the nights are very different. He’s gentle with you again and he likes to duck into your arms, his white head pillowed against your breast. For your part, you’ve done your best to foster those urges, welcoming him and whispering soft words of praise over his bowed head. It’s a quiet lull and you like the shaking kisses he gives you, pleased with your acceptance.
One evening, however, he comes to you in a blind rage.
Someone’s done something to shake him, to work him into this state, molding him into a walking, talking, callous being of anger and vitriol, but he won’t give you any names, or any particular reason for the sudden wrath. Instead, he opts to shove you down and spread you open, barely slipping his pants over his hips as he tugs his engorged, leaking, cock from the elastic band of his boxers. You’re not prepared for his first thrust and he growls in frustration as he sticks to you, lingering outside of your heat, unable to press forward.
“Fuck,” he snarls, slicking his tongue over one thumb and lowering it to your clit, frantically rubbing at you, encouraging you to bead some of that glimmering arousal over your lower lips.
“Tomura...Tomura...wait...I’m...ouch,” you whine, unable to hold still, shrinking from his aggression. “You can’t just shove your dick in me...I’ve gotta– ”
“Shut up,” Tomura grunts, maintaining that rough pressure, pinching at your half risen clit, pulling the hood away and mashing the pad of his thumb over the tiny bud. “I just want to...damn it…why won’t you– This isn’t fucking fair. I thought...I thought you were always ready for me, now? Why bother with you if you can’t give me what I want? Fucking slut, come on. I know you want me. Why won’t you– hey!”
Grateful that he’s neglected to tie you down today, you kick at him, scrabbling away from his belligerent touches. Tomura, displeased, snatches your ankle and tumbles you over, cracking his hand against your newly presented ass, startling a strangled gasp from your lips.
“Stop that,” he scolds, yanking you back and pressing you down, lifting your posterior and running a warm palm down the fleshy curve, soaking in the heat he’s struck from your skin. “I’m going to fuck you, so you might as well get used to that idea. Now, keep still (Y/N).”
“And I told you to hang on,” you grumble, twisting your head around to glower up at him. Shockingly, he pauses, his eyes narrowing as he leans back, lowering his hand to his throbbing length, tugging at himself, relieving some of the pressure that he’s worked up, waiting.
“Just...what happened? Can’t you at least talk to me, before you try to fuck me inside out? What– ”
“Don’t wanna talk about it,” Tomura frowns, already pulling you back to him, prepared to line up with your unprepared cunt and shove his way inside you, ready or not.
“No, wait. But what if– ”
“But what if?” Tomura mimics, unamused with your continued struggles. “My head hurts and I want to feel you. So, stop arguing with me, stop being such a–”
“If you finish that sentence I swear to fucking God, Tomura, I’ll– ”
“What? You’ll what? What are you gonna do? Huh?”
“Ugh, stop being such an ass, Tomura. It’s not like I pissed you off. How would you like it if I did this shit to you?”
“If you fucked me until I couldn’t think anymore? I’d say thank you and not be so– ”
“So let me do that,” you snap, wriggling out of his grip and flipping yourself around, fingers already reaching for his half clothed thighs and pulling yourself up to him. Tomura freezes underneath your touch and his eyes are wide, whisking over your upturned face.
“You’ve got this, mmm, backwards,” he grouses, unable to resist bucking into you when one of your palms slips over his dripping cock.
“Do I?” you smile, kissing along his jaw, pausing to suck at his earlobe. He gasps at the sensation and his head butts into you, easing you off of that sensitive skin. “I’ll make it good for you, I promise,” you coo.
He’s quiet for a time and the only sounds you can hear are the wet squelches of your hand, gliding up and down his succulent cock, squeezing when you reach the tip and working some of that dribbling precum over your fingers. You’re about to posit another question when you hear him, breathy and low, rumbling out his answer to your soft seduction.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?”
Oh, fuck yes. You bite back your smile and pull yourself from his neck, meeting his eyes and reveling in that sweet blush he’s gifting you. Your hand keeps up a delicious friction, mollifying his ragged needs, and you study his face, debating your next move. He looks frustrated, but there’s something else hiding behind those vermillion eyes, something that’s curious, avid.
“Let’s see,” you ponder, already feeling intoxicated off of this new sensation, this burgeoning power he’s bestowing you. “Since you were, oh, so impatient earlier, how about you show me just how wet you want me to be?”
Tomura snorts, rolling his eyes. “You could have just said you wanted me to eat you out.”
“Oh? I’m sorry, was my request unclear about that?” you smart, lifting your fingers away from his cock, pausing to wipe his slick lubrication down his pants. Tomura sucks his teeth at that, but lets the impudence slide. “Well?” you question, laying back and cocking your head at him, spreading your legs, granting him a swift peek at your flushing pussy. “You gonna make me wait all day? Oh, and take your pants off. It’s not fair you always get to keep all the layers on.”
“Why the fuck am I letting you do this, again?” Tomura growls, slipping his long legs out of his stained jeans and tossing them on the floor. His shirt follows and, despite his grumbling, he quickly slots himself between your spread thighs, his nose already dipped and sniffing loudly, inhaling the heady aroma of you dampening curls.
His fingers thread to your dewy folds and he splits your lips apart, gathering some of the gossamer webs along his fingertips. You give him a pleased hum and he sinks his index finger into you, head lifting so he can watch you arch against the intrusion. “Hey, (Y/N),” he smirks, adding a second finger and v-ing the two, stretching you open, “I asked you a question.”
“Because you wanna see what I’ve got planned for you,” you gasp out, lifting yourself onto your elbows, wanting to observe his teasing explorations.
“Do I? What makes you think that?”
“You can’t help yourself. Besides, I think you like pleasing me. You like when I tell you nice things or when I say you’re doing a good job.”
“Hmph,” Tomura jeers, shaking his head at your assessment, but he doesn’t comment further, content to silently watch as your cunt swallows his fingers. Your arousal soon coats the digits and begins to drip down his palm and onto his wrist. He’s just about to lean forward, to press those rough lips against you when you tut at him.
“Uh-uh,” you scold, lowering one knee and trapping his hand between your thighs, barring him from you. Tomura flashes a displeased expression your way, but humors you, stilling his movement. “Gotta ask,” you inform him, arching one delicate brow at his redding cheeks.
“Ask? I thought you said you wanted me to make you wet?” Tomura sneers, his red eyes hardening, like flecked rubies in the darkness of his room.
“Sure did. So, do you think you’ve done a good enough job? Or are you wanting to do more?”
Tomura’s jaw flops open and he fixes you with a sour look. “What?”
“It’s not that difficult, Tomura. I want to know if this is the best you can do?”
“Of course it’s not. It’s– ”
“Well then,” you interrupt, lifting your knee again and arching yourself toward him. “Show me. Ask me if you can eat me out.”
“I’m not– I–” His eyes have drifted from yours and that blush is deepening, seeping over his skin, staining him with his flustered want. Oh, this is working too well, you think, tilting your head at his abashed grumbling.
“Come on, handsome,” you call, trailing your foot along his lean side, watching him quake and gasp. “Do it for me? Just this once?”
Tomura glances back up at you and he clicks his teeth together, trying to muster his wavering desires. “C-can I eat you out?”
“Oh, baby. That was so fucking good, thank you. Go on, you earned it.”
In seconds, Tomura’s beet red face is buried between your thighs. His lips latch onto your clit and he starts to suckle at the budding flesh, his saliva leaching from his lips. The warmth of him makes you shiver and your fingers sink into his silvery hair, threading along the strands and scritching at his scalp. His caresses are sloppy and he hunches himself closer, lapping and slurping at you, groaning when you flutter around his imbedded fingers.
As you’re indulging yourself, whispering soft encouragement over his bowed head, you notice one of his hands drifting toward his straining cock, his fingers twitching as they grasp at the bulbous head, eager to work out some of that simmering pressure. “Stop that!” you snap, startling him, making him lose his grip on you.
You curl your digits into his hair, yanking him up, straining his neck as you demand his full attention. His eyes are narrowed and gleaming, ire written all over his slicked face.
“What the f-fuck?” he growls, tongue lapping at the residual threads of your arousal, trying to work steel into his voice.
“I said you could eat me out, not that you could touch yourself,” you retort, tugging at his hair until he’s moaning, his hips unconsciously humping against the bed. “Oh, you like that? Well that doesn’t work at all. Get on your knees.”
“What? I thought that– ”
“Get on your fucking knees, Tomura.”
“Stop telling me what to do you fucking– ah– God.” Your fingers release his hair and before he can stumble out another snarl you’re shoving him back, your hand wrapping around his cock, squeezing and pressing quick jerks over him.
You let him fall to his back and you loom over him, teeth latching onto his scarred neck, biting and pulling, coaxing a low whine from his throat. Your hand slows and he keeps trying to rut into your palm, his legs trembling as he flounders against the sheets. “You wanna cum? Hmm, do you? You want me to finish you off? Talk to me, Tomura.”
He’s overwrought under your ministrations, his head lowered and his brow furrowed. His eyes keep opening and closing, too disjointed to focus on anything but your touch. He tries to gulp something out, but it’s lost in a smothered groan seconds later. He looks fucking cute, you think, watching him, rutting your hips over his raised knee. Drool starts to fleck out of his mouth and his back bows and arches. He’s practically unhinged, but it’s not enough. He’d never let you get away with not answering a question, so why should he get special treatment?
Your hand slows and he pouts, a long groan leaching from between his clenched teeth. “I asked you a question,” you mime, licking along his cheek, pulling some of that extra saliva he’d frothed out into your waiting mouth. “Do you want me to finish you off? Or should I leave you like this?”
“P-plea...finish me off,” he whispers, his voice rasping.
“Ooh, was that what I think it was? Baby, did you almost say please? I’d love that so much. Oh fuck, that makes me want to take care of you.” You kiss at his temple and he quakes, his hips rising, trying to force your palm back into that rhythm.
“I didn’t...I didn’t mean to...just fucking…(Y/N)...” Tomura lets out a reedy whine when you lift your hand from him, letting his cock spring from your grasp, the tip curving toward his stomach, swollen and red.
“Oh no, you didn’t mean to? That’s not nice, no that’s not fucking nice at all. Especially after I just told you how much I liked that idea.” you lift your sticky fingers to your lips and lick up the last bits of his precum, humming contentedly and lifting your eyes to his. He’s watching you, his eyes hooded and dark. His breaths are coming in low heaves and he’s gritting his teeth, but he hasn’t reached for himself. No, there is a wild look in his eyes and you want to see if you can make it worse.
“Say please and I’ll touch you,” you tell him, your voice lulling, tempting.
He looks away from you and he starts to shake his head, but then you hear him, whisper thin, broken, and oh, so fucking needy, so exquisite. “Please, I-I wanna cum. Touch me, please (Y/N).”
You take him back into your hands, your fingers gentle as they wrap around that velvet skin, careful to build him back up slowly. You rise up on your knees and tilt his chin up, wanting to feel his lips on yours. Tomura sucks in a ragged breath when you tap soft caress to him, his body surging forward, demanding more. You indulge him, letting him slip his rough tongue into your mouth, pressing and dipping until he’s inebriated off the sheer closeness of you. When you pull away he lets out a huff and you stroke a hand down his flushed face.
“You’re doing so well baby. Do you like it?”
“Y-yes, can...can you g-go faster?” he stammers, his mouth falling open and head tipping back when you acquiesce, picking up speed. He’s starting to sway, his back hunkering forward and backwards, knees spreading, drifting closer and closer to his release. Your thumb traces over his slit and you pull a glistening strand of precum from him, clinging and wet as it dangles across the short distance you’ve created.
“God, handsome. You’re doing such a good job, I’m so fucking proud of you. I know it’s not easy, but you’re perfect. How does it feel, love? Are you gonna cum for me?”
He moans at your declarations, unable to even gasp the words out, leaning forward and burying his face in your shoulder. His brow is jagged against your smooth skin, but you let him rub himself against you, feeling the heat of his blush and the damp stick of his lips as he tries to catch his breath.
“It’s ok, baby. I’ll take care of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Are you ready to cum for me?”
He nods, his head thumping on your neck, another thin strip of drool escaping his open mouth. It trickles down your breast, cooling and prickling your flesh as it passes. You kiss at his lowered brow and he sighs, muttering something that’s too distant for you to hear.
“Hmm, love? What was that? I can’t hear you,” you tell him, tightening the grip on his slippery cock, feeling those tell-tale flutterings that proceed his release. He’s scalding under your palm and he keeps trying to scoot closer, his hands shaking beside his hips, one of them reaching for you and digging into your side.
“I-I said...fuck...let me cum, mom...m-mommy, please,” the last two words leave him on a yelp and he pulses in your hand, spurting thick cables of his cum across your lap and his.
In the lull that follows, Tomura drags you against him, not caring that he’s smearing himself all over you and his chest. He pulls you down and wraps his long arms around you, caging you to him as he regains his breathing. You ignore the wet sticking that he’s rubbing into your lower half and you pull yourself higher, shifting until you can see his face. He’s still flushed and his eyes are clouded, but he lets you kiss at the side of his face.
A silence stretches over the two of you and you’re unsure what to say.
You’d liked pushing him and you’d liked how he bent to your demands, but that last comment, that final utterance he’d grunted into your shoulder as he worked himself into a frenzy, well, you’re not sure how you felt about that. Sure, it had made your pussy clench and you’re fairly certain it would only take a quick tweak of your fingers to shatter that burning ache within you, but what exactly have you awakened? Would he even acknowledge it, later after he’s escaped this haze that he’s slipped into? Would he...would he let you do that to him again?
His drying cum is making your skin pull and you try to shift from his hold, but Tomura keeps clutching you, refusing to budge.
“I- I just want to clean myself. Can I go to the bathroom? I’ll be– ”
“Don’t go, not yet,” Tomura replies, his tone gravel and forgotten ash. His arms tighten and you chance a quick glance at his turned face, meeting his eyes and absolutely melting.
His expression is slack and his eyes are wide, with a childlike wonderment, and when you look at him he smiles. “Stay with me?” he asks and you wrap yourself around him, feeling for that familiar beat of his heart as it pulses, steady and strong, under your shaking fingers.
******
A few days later, Tomura tells you to put on a new, grey, robe and leads you down one of the long walkways, toward one of the closed rooms that sits at the back of the hideout. He opens the door and hot steam pours from the tiled space, bushing against your face and tickling your nose. Inside sits a porcelain, square, ofuro bath. Your eyes lift to his, but he’s not looking at you. Instead, he’s wholly focused on tugging you inside, sliding the door shut and sealing you both in the fresh condensation.
“Leave your robe on that table by the door,” he tells you, already stripping off his dark shirt and lowering his four fingered grip to his belt, clattering the metal under his nails. You shift to obey, carefully folding the soft fabric and waiting for him, shivering against the cool tiles.
Tomura turns to you once he’s finished and regards you silently, his eyes lingering over your face. “Come on,” he rasps, gesturing his head toward the bath. He lets you step in first and once you’ve sunk into the water he wedges himself behind you, hissing against the warmth. Tentatively, you lean your back to his chest and Tomura shifts you over him, slotting his legs alongside your hips. Once you’re both comfortable, you slide your feet to the end of the tub, resting your head close to Tomura’s collarbone, quietly luxuriating in the gentle warmth.
“So, um, I didn’t even know this room was here. Not that I know a lot about any of the rooms, so I guess that’s a stupid point. Anyway, why did you wanna do this? I mean...I like this, I’m just confused,” you correct, tilting your head up to look at his face. His eyes are closed and his lip is set into a light curve, smirking at your question.
“Think of it as my way of getting you back for the other night, in the shower,” he rumbles, his voice deep as it reverberates around your ears.
“Really?” you laugh, trailing your hand over the water, watching the ripples spread and fade.
“Yeah, haven’t seen you this off balance in weeks,” Tomura teases, resting his chin over your head.
“Pfft,” you scoff, brushing a bit of water over his chest, “you wish.”
“I do,” he sighs, bringing his arm down over you, quieting your playful splashes. “I figured you’d like this and you’ve shown me that it’s nice to do things for the people you love.” The mention of the word love makes your heart miss a beat and you try to peek up at his face again, but his chin holds you still. It’s not the first time he’s said it to you. No, he’s said it plenty of times before and in plenty of ways. Sometimes it was a threat, other times it was a calculation, something that was supposed to make you pause, make you second guess yourself, letting a strange, nagging guilt prick along the back of your mind.
But, there’s something different about this utterance of the endearment.
It’s quiet and it’s spoken with no layering of underlying motives. No, he said it like he...like he meant it, perhaps for the first time. You press back against his slick pectorals and he hums at the weight of you, pleased by your response to his declaration. The water laps at your sides and you snach his arms, wrapping them around you, stroking delicate designs over his wet skin.
******
“I don’t– I don’t think that’s it,” you pant, your fingers slick. They’re too slippery, really. You can’t get a good grip on him and you keep flicking your eyes up to his, positive he’s gonna to buck you off of him any second.
He’s quiet, his lips set into a white line, but that blush of his, oh, that will never not look nice. When you fumble again he shifts, arching and impatient, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Why would he?
It was his idea after all.
He’d murmured the request when the water cooled about the two of you. But your chill was forgotten as soon as he rasped the words against your ear, tickling your sensitive skin. When you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, his cock began to swell behind you, prodding and curious.
As you entered his dark bedroom, he didn’t even give you a moment to breathe, lifting you to him, lips biting, sucking, licking you senseless. Once your knees bumped the mattress he urged you to sit, leaving your side to fish something out of a nearby drawer. He tapped the bottle down on the lone side table, nudging it expectantly and fixing you with a grinning leer.
You’ve never done anything like this, never thought about it, never...no...no, that’s a lie. You have thought about it before and you’ve heard about it, too. I-It was supposed to feel good, right?
Now, if you could only do this correctly.
You ball your hand into a fist and bite your lip, take a steadying breath and give him another lidded glance, watching him from the curtain of your eyelashes. “Ready?” you ask, rubbing your thumb and index finger together, trying to warm up the glossy lube.
Tomura doesn’t grace you with a verbal affirmation, instead he simply nods his head, cascading his white hair over his forehead. Alright, you think, scooting closer and lowering one finger to him, reaching for his cock with your opposite hand. You grip him firmly, coiling your digits and admiring the dribble of precum that greets your pump. Tomura lets out a low exhale and arches again, those fervid eyes falling behind his eyelids.
While you’re pulling and squeezing him, your trembling finger traces a circle around his puckered asshole, teasing at the muscle, giving him time to adjust. Once you’ve dampened him to your satisfaction, you dip into that warmth and gasp, your other hand faltering, accidentally loosening your hold on his straining length.
You peek up at him, but his head has fallen back and his broad chest is heaving. Again, he’s not protesting, or demanding that you stop, so you keep going. That first ring of muscle is tight, pinching your intruding digit when you try to sink further. As you wait for him to acclimate to the foreign sensation, you focus on his cock, bending your head over him and giving him a long suck. Your tongue swirls around his tip and you lap at the bubbling, salty, precum that floods your mouth. Again, Tomura stretches and shoves his hips forward, encouraging you, wordlessly telling you to keep going.
His dick slides from your lips with a wet pop and your hand makes up for the loss, jerking moans from his open lips. You twist your opposite wrist and drive your finger in, plunging the last knuckle past that quivering ring. Flexing the digit, you begin to feel around for a bulge, the one that he asked you to stimulate for him.
He said he wanted to know how it felt and, best of all, he wanted you to push him until he begged you to stop.
It’s hot and sleek inside him and you’re worried that you might miss it. After all, it’s not like...wait...what...is that? There’s something protruding and it feels both hard and soft under your finger pad. Unsure, you stroke over it again and Tomura does something wonderful in response.
When you apply the slightest whisper of pressure his legs curl up, bracing his feet against the sheets and he lets out the breathiest whine. His fingers scrabble beside him, slapping and gripping at the bedding until you’re sure he’s about to decay the whole fucking thing and leave you both blinking on the dusty floor.
“D-did– that feel good?” you query, amazed at the clenching his body is doing. Tomura nods his head, white hair splayed across the mattress and you pause, waiting for him to gather himself back together.
“Again,” he finally grunts, craning his neck to give you a staggered glare, his eyes cloudy.
Licking your lips, you give the gland another press and Tomura practically writhes off the bed. He’s groaning and gasping, choking out your name as he works himself closer. His cock pulsates in your hand and a line of milky white cum spurts out. It’s not enough to be a true release, but it makes your mouth go dry.
Tomura sits up and his eyes immediately ensnare yours, blazing as he looks up at you. “Fucking keep going, don’t stop,” he barks, his voice splintered, hoarse. Keeping your finger close to the swell of his prostate, you shake your head at him. Tomura snarls at your impudence, but when you start to withdraw your finger he quiets, his teeth grinding behind his scowling face.
“Don’t be an ass,” you challenge, fingers scooping up some of his leaked cum, using it to ease your renewed motions. Tomura buckles at that and his head drops to his chest, shaking out a few unsteady breaths. “If you want me to keep touching you like this, you better ask me nicely.” To emphasize your point, you lightly scrape your nail over that sensitive spot inside him, making him shudder and sigh.
“Keep going, please,” he spits out. It’s dripping with more false supplication than true politeness, but you’ll take it. Since he reacted so well to that first press, you can’t help but wonder what he’ll do when you circle some modulated pressure around him. Oh, and it’s a perfect reaction. As soon as you complete that first rotation he’s a gooey mess, his bowed head shaking and nodding as he scrapes out your name.
“Oh handsome,” you sigh, watching as another burst of precum trickles from his slit, coating your hand in a tacky sheen of pearl colored liquid. “You look so good. Being such a good boy and taking me like this. Does it feel good? Do you like it? Talk to me.”
Tomura whimpers when you repeat the oscillation, his voice slipping into a giddy edge, cracking and rising. “Fuck yes. It– it feels– oh fuck– again, again. Do it again. I-I mean...please. Ohhh God, (Y/N)!”
He’s laughing now, his throat snagging as his moans hit a high pitched garble. “Ah-haha— I know, you liked it when I called you mommy. I saw your fucking face. It looked so pretty. Want me to say it again? Ah– oh, oh. I’ll do it. I’ll do it if you keep– hahaaa— fuck, fuck, fuck– I’ll– m-mommy. Oh, fucking God. Mommy don’t stop! Come here, fucking come here. I don’t care if you’re not rubbing my dick. Come here mommy and let me show you how much I fucking waaant you.”
His hands paw at you and he drags you up, lifting you with a lithe strength that you’ve never seen. Your finger, too slick to withstand the pull, slips from him and he groans at the loss. “I didn’t mean–” you begin, but he silences you with a fevered kiss, his teeth clinking against yours. He drowns out your protestations and swiftly straddles you over him, pressing you down and spearing you onto his messy cock.
Once he bottoms out, the tip of him pulsing deliciously as he indulges himself in your wet heat, he leans back and gives you a wild grin, his eyes bright. “Fuck, yes. Ride me mommy. Let me show you what a good boy I am.”
notes: (￣▽￣*)ゞ
tags: @libiraki (i’m tagging you cuz imma make you into a tomura fucker if it’s the last thing i do) @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx, @yixxes, @ghstmthr, @rekoii, @diaouranask, @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love
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Promises (Poppy x MC) Part (2/?)
Read Part ONE (summary for fic is there)
ITS BEEN A MINUTE. @iamsimpforpoppy I hope you’re still around to read :P I love this story lol. Hope you guys do too!!!
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Bea and Poppy’s relationship became official a month after their initial meeting. One would say they moved quickly, too quickly. But every love story is different. This one in particular seemed to have little to none flaws, if you ignored the fact that Bea was promoted to Carter’s right hand woman in the Southside Spades.
They did end up having that conversation after all.
“…Are you sure Carter? I mean this is a huge deal and a special role-“
“If I didn’t think you were capable you wouldn’t be here right now Goldilocks.”
Carter winked and clinked his half empty beer bottle against Bea’s, who surprisingly had a nearly full bottle. He took note of the abnormality.
The blonde instinctively rolled her eyes at the nickname, “Okay but that name has to go. We need codenames……ooooh how about bimbo and himbo.”
“I’m guessing…..no, hoping I’m the himbo?!” Carter comments as he promptly tries to stop the laugh escaping from his lips.
“Mmmmmmm, I’ll get back to you on that.”
They share a laugh and Bea feels Carter’s gaze latch onto her in her peripherals. She could sense the shift of energy in the space between them, it almost felt uncomfortable, and that was something she never felt with Carter. “I never asked you if you were okay with such a role. If you aren't, I understand completely, I just want the best for you.”
The blonde eyes soften at his comment and she looks at him, “never doubted that, where is this going though because you never express your feelings like a normal human being.”
He pulls on the strings of her hoodie until it completely caves around her face, burying her whole.
“Hey asshole!”
“That’s for talking too much.”
Bea yanks her hoodie open and sticks her tongue out in a mock expression. “Oh boohoo. Poppy literally says the same thing, I don’t get it. I talk, it’s a problem. I don’t talk, it’s an even BIGGER problem. Damn a girl can’t ever exist in peace.”
Carter places his bottle flat on the table and studies the blonde’s face.
She kept rambling on about her new girlfriend and the gang leader didn’t know it was possible to feel happy yet anxious at the same time. He was aware of when they entered the talking stage, went on their first date, and finally became official, because Bea told him everything. As much as the experience of being in a real relationship was new to her, Bea looked up to him and somehow she knew Carter would give her the best guidance possible.
It didn’t stop him from worrying. Like an older brother would. He feared the two would mix, and everyone knows that love and crime will eventually combust. He is no stranger to it.
“Bea.”
“Did you know she stole one of my hoodies and actually won’t give it back?? What am I supposed to do, just take it? No she’d murder me.”
“Jackson.”
Her voice slowly dies down after sensing the seriousness in his tone. She takes a sip of her beer to ease the silence that sat in the air, and Carter responds shortly after.
“You know I trust you with my life right? You’re very important to me, kid.”
“I know.”
Guilt was a feeling he chose to lock away in an unbreakable box and bury six feet deep. There couldn’t be guilt in a lifestyle like this. But Bea was his only exception. And she was slowly bringing that box back up to the surface.
“I need you to promise me that you won’t let these two worlds collide.”
“Carter….”
“One of you will get hurt. And I won’t forgive myself if it’s you.”
He leaves Bea at the table, the remnants of his comment still replaying in her head. She pulls out her phone and sees a text from Poppy on her lockscreen.
Other Half 💗❤️🔥- Can’t wait to see you tomorrow 😘
The blonde smiles unconsciously and opens the message to respond.
I’m missing you like crazy. I have a special surprise for you.
Other Half 💗❤️🔥- You know I highly dislike surprises, just tell me.
And ruin the surprise? You must be crazier than I thought.
Other Half 💗❤️🔥- Jackson.
Patience babe…tomorrow it is.
Bea clicks her phone shut and slips it back into her pocket before downing the rest of the beer.
***
“You know your hand on my ass only makes them stare even more Jackson?”
Bea bites her lips and gropes the blonde’s plump backside shamelessly while slowly whispering into her ear.
“That’s the point, princess.”
Poppy shivers almost instantly at the boldness. “Is this the surprise you were talking about?” Bea doesn’t answer, instead trailing her hand up Poppy’s skirt. This was definitely not the time and place for such behavior but she was clearly still learning everything about her girlfriend.
And it definitely felt good to call her that.
“Since when did you get so brazen? You know you’re exactly the type of person my daddy told me to stay away from.”
Bea laughs at that statement and wraps her arm around the blonde’s waist, “yeah? And why’s that?”
“Well I can’t ask him now, he might rough you up and that’s my job.”
Poppy could feel the stares of everyone burning into them, but she could only focus on the blonde cuddled up against her. The shorter girl wouldn’t call herself an attention whore, but she sure loved the PDA that Bea projected without a care. It felt nice to be genuinely admired in public rather than putting on a mask everyday.
But it’s safe to say that Poppy preferred all the handsy stuff to happen in private.
“Do you want to grab dinner with me tonight Pops?”
“Am I picking the place?”
“…Yes.”
“Then yes.”
Bea rolls her eyes at the blonde’s downright shady self but smiles nevertheless.
“Now don’t cancel on me out of the blue. I will not be thrilled about it.”
“Shouldn’t I be telling you this? Your dad always has something going on in his business that somehow has to involve you too.”
Poppy sighs and glances over at Bea, “well you know I’ll have to take over eventually. Especially since I’m legally allowed to handle deals now.”
“I hate that word. Legal. Ugh.”
The shorter girl scoffs and plants her hands on her hips, “yeah I bet you do.”
***
Bea dragged open her closet in search of clothes for dinner tonight but the dinging noise of a text distracts her.
C-Dog🖤- Need you tonight. Something came up, meet us at the garage.
Bea wanted to thank the gods up above that she didn’t promise Poppy that she’d show up for dinner. But that wasn’t going to save her from the fury of the blonde. Good thing it can’t get worse than that, right….?
Only it was. And Poppy will probably beat her up herself, if she wasn’t dead by the next day.
Bea’s mind and heart races as she digs her brain for a proper excuse to tell her girlfriend, but is very unsuccessful. She’s good at drug dealing though.
Going with the good ole truth never really hurt right?
Baby I’m so sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. Got held up with the gang. I know I’m an asshole, I’ll keep in touch I swear.
Other Half 💗❤️🔥- What else could I expect from my gang banger girlfriend 🙄 please stay safe..
You know I always do.
Other Half 💗❤️🔥- Do I? We need to talk about this tomorrow.
Of course Pops.
Other Half 💗❤️🔥- Call me every chance you get or I swear I’ll track you and trust me you do not want me to do that.
Yeah she definitely doesn’t. Especially since Carter sounded frantic over the phone. The last thing Bea needed was a paranoid girlfriend, so she played it cool like always.
Just simple stuff baby girl, talk soon.
***
“…What do you mean it’s gone?! So where is it? Do you know what this means Carter??”
The gang leader sighs frustratingly, rubbing his eyes in efforts to gain some stability. “The product was here, and now it is not. Which can only mean it was stolen. And when I find out which son of a bitch did it, they’re dead.”
“In the meantime, we are dead”, Bea emphasizes wildly. “This is the Red Raven gang we’re talking about. If they get any inclination that we lost their drugs, they’ll kill and replace us. No mercy. None.”
The blonde paces back and forth trying not to think about buying a plane ticket to Timbuktu.
Carter approaches Bea and plants his hands on her shoulder, “breathe Jackson. You are my partner. The leader of this gang. So get it out of your system and start being rational.”
The blonde lets her shoulders sag as she inhales and exhales in place for a while. The minute she’s grounded she catches Carter’s gaze and her eyes light up. “List. I need a list of whoever went in the room with all of the product. We need to narrow it down.”
***
“Jackson you’re a fucking genius.”
“It’s called having common sense but I’ll take the praise. It’s the only one I’m getting from you anyways.”
Carter resisted the urge to pick a fight with the younger girl, because finding stolen drugs and not getting killed seemed like a much better idea.
Bea figured out that Henry, one of the newly recruited members of SS was a thief, or maybe just a crackhead. Same thing. He was the last to be in that room so all eyes were on him, and guns.
“Heyyy buddy. Henry right?”
The shorter man trembled at the sight of a gun lodged right into his mouth. “Mmmm!”
“Oh I’m sorry, did you want to say something? Here let me just”, Bea clicks the gun which only causes the thief to panic even more. It was almost pitiful.
“Alright lay off the poor sucker.”
Bea pulls the gun out of his mouth and sits down on a stool in front of Henry with a grin. “So…where is the stash darling?”
He points almost immediately to a built in storage locker with a shaky finger.
“Ohhh well that was so easy Henry! Glad you could comply. You should tell your friends to be more like you. But…between me and you, they might already be dead”, Bea whispers that last part slowly, smirking when Henry’s lip quivers violently.
“Please just do it already! Why are you guys waiting?”
Bea raised an eyebrow in surprise and glanced over at Carter who scanned the man’s face intensely. “I guess he wants to die? Talk about kinks I mean come on”
“No.”
Carter reaches his arm out towards Bea but never takes his eyes off Henry. The blonde watches in confusion until she realizes the thief is looking behind her, and so is Carter.
“It’s a setup Bea, duck!”
She dived for the ground quicker than lightning as a bullet flies through the air, leaving a trail of dust behind. Carter ducks for cover as well and starts firing rounds towards the men who snuck up on them. He managed to hit three of them but one grabs Bea by the leg and drags her against the rough concrete.
“Son of a- get your dirty hands off of my Dr. Martens. My girlfriend bought me these!”
A swift kick to the face shut the blonde up real quick but she manages to recoil and send the man sprawling backwards into a row of barrels.
Carter guns him down and Bea finds her footing, pistol in hand and a thirst for revenge. But they never stopped coming.
Her and Carter were left battered and bruised, but alive. Their product was gone again though. But atleast they were alive. Carter told her that it was a theft mission primarily and neither of them were meant to die. But it only made Bea wonder who those people were.
And why were they kept alive?
***
“Beatriz Naomi Jackson what the actual fuck?!”
“Oh not the middle name…”
Bea tries to avoid Poppy’s killer gaze as she surveys the damage that had been done to her girlfriend’s torso, legs, and face.
The strawberry blonde could barely mutter a word. Her mouth opened and closed in brief shock before collapsing next to the injured girl.
Bea could see the tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, which contrasted her porcelain skin. “Poppy…are you crying? I..please don’t..”
“What do you expect me to do Bea? It kills me to see you hurt like this. Who did it? Tell me!” The blonde chokes on her own words as her hands hovers cautiously over Bea’s wounds, afraid to make her feel pain.
“No I can’t tell you. I mean…I didn’t expect this to happen. It was a setup and we were outnumbered-“
“We need to get you to a hospital Bea oh my god.”
The blonde knew that she couldn’t go there. Not with the cops on the scene of the shootout, and actively looking for the people involved. Aka her and Carter. He told her to lay low and heal up, but she didn’t expect Poppy to be sitting on her bed waiting for her when she got home. The initial look on her face made Bea regret ever choosing this life.
She regrets it ever since being with Poppy. But it’s like a drug, once you start it’s hard to stop.
“I’ll call my father, he has the best doctors available and we’re gonna get your the right treatment and-“
Poppy immediately cuts off, her eyebrows scrunching up until she realizes something. “Wait…what do you mean you were outnumbered Bea?”
Bea swallows heavily, praying that this conversation couldn’t escalate further, but that isn’t the case.
“Bea, answer me”
“It..it was just me and Carter. We didn’t think there would be an ambush. We had just gone there to get goods we lost.”
“And where is Carter? Does he know you’re like this right now? Did he leave you, I swear to god Bea if he left you…” Poppy’s voice cracks as her whole body shivers in violent waves.
Bea pulls her girlfriend in for a hug even though it causes every inch of her body to sting harshly. It was the comfort that she needed though. Watching Poppy breakdown over the sight of her was too much, and she began to contemplate everything.
“Pops listen to me, I cannot go to the hospital right now. There are cops looking for us.” The strawberry blonde stares at her until she understands the velocity of Bea’s words.
“Fine. But there will be a doctor that will come to treat you at my house. And you’re coming, I don’t want to hear it.”
Bea knew not to protest that. It was quite obvious this whole incident has left both parties distraught and she didn’t want to try and tell Poppy how to feel.
“Just tell me something. Are you in immediate danger? Is someone trying to harm you right now.”
The blonde chose her words carefully. Because even after coming home beaten to a pulp, she still couldn’t tell the love of her life the full truth.
“No Poppy, they just wanted the drugs. They got what they wanted. I’m not in danger.”
For now.
“I will be okay.”
I hope.
“Don’t lie to me Jackson. I can’t do this if you lie. You promised me you wouldn’t get to the point where you’d have to choose between me and the gang.”
“I know Poppy…I-“
“You promised.”
“And I’m going to keep that promise-“
“Yeah the hell you are. And you’re going to promise me that you won’t ever come home like this again. You’re going to get yourself killed before we even start our life together. Our future.”
Bea sucks in a breath which punctures her chest. She couldn’t tell if the injuries or Poppy’s words had caused that terrible ache. “Our…Wait I..”
“I love you Jackson. I…don’t care if you think it’s too early to say that. I don’t care if I sound too cheesy for a mean girl. I love kissing you and feeling the laughter run through your body when we hug. I love being the reason you smile. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back. I just..I needed you to know-“
“I love you too. Probably maybe from the moment I met you.”
Poppy’s eyes seemed to glisten once again and this time there was no sadness etched into the shape. She smiled a pure smile and wrapped her arms around Bea in a tight hug.
She captures her lips in a searing kiss that leads to a trail of kisses down the strawberry blonde’s neck, dip of her collarbone, and chest. Bea kisses her until her chest gives out from exhaustion and pain.
“Then you have to promise that this won’t happen again.”
“I promise.”
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NOTES: They’re gonna be fineeeee, right guys??? Graduation next chapter woooo.
Tags: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog
#i came up with that middle name on the spot lmaooo#no bug motivation this time just pepsi#poppy min sinclair#queen b#playchoices#mc x poppy
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Together | Minho
pairing: minho x female reader
warnings: swearing? violence?
wc; idk like 1.6k??
summary: kicked out of the maze, only to run into the people that did it to you in what should be the safe haven. how ironic.
a/n: bruh it’s been so long I don’t even remember how to type me thing up there ^
request by: @elizabeth-brown
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Hate is a strong word.
That’s why it was so perfect to describe how you felt about them.
You hated them, all of them. It was their fault you were cast out, left alone to fend for yourself. It was because of their actions you were taken, tortured, and then escaped only to be met with nothing.
Trauma doesn’t just disappear, and forgiveness doesn’t just happen.
...
“What does it say?” Newt asked, pushing his way to the front and grabbing the note from one of the other Glader’s. His eyes skim over the paper, mouth parting slightly before crumbling it back up and shoving it in his pocket.
“Newt?” You questioned with furrowed brows.
He coughs, extending a hand to the greenie, “welcome to the glade.”
“Are we just going to ignore the note?” Gally asked arms crossed over his chest.
Newt glares at him, “yeah, we are mate.”
Gally scoffs, “We’re a team here. I think we deserve to know what the note says.”
The other gladers nod in agreement, crossing their arms as they stare expectantly at Newt, you included.
“It said if we sacrificed (Y/N), they would let us out,” The glader who first had the note blurted.
Newt slaps him upside the head, giving him a stern look as murmurs pass through the crowd.
Of all the things to be written on a note, it was that. All eyes are on you, suffocating you with their stare and whispers. It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it?
“Who’s (Y/N)?” The greenie asked, eyes blown wide as he realizes he was trapped in here. “Please, I want to go home.”
Alby drags a hand down his face, “Keepers and (Y/N), meeting hut, now.”
The gladers watch as you all disappeared, their gaze burning holes in your back until Minho slams the door shut.
“Well?” Gally starts.
“We’re not sacrificing her,” Minho said firmly. “Are we supposed to suddenly trust them?”
Winston purses his lips, “They do supply us with food and what we need to live. We don’t exactly have a reason to not trust them.”
Newt rolls his eyes, “How about the walls they trapped us in?”
“We don’t have to be trapped if we let her go,” Billy said softly.
“You want to risk that?”
“Yeah, maybe. It’s not fair to us if we don’t try.”
“How many more people have to die before we’re free?” Zart questioned.
Alby exhales, “we’ll take a vote.”
The minute the note was read aloud, you knew your fate. It wasn’t something that had to be thought about much. Was it fair? No, but it’s not like you got a say in this anyway.
“All in favor, raise your hand.”
The only people without their hands raised are Frypan, Minho, and Newt.
“Then it’s settled.”
“This isn’t fair,” You protest. “What if they’re lying?”
“And what if they’re not?” Billy retorts.
Gally seizes you roughly by the arm, throwing you in the dungeons until dusk.
…
“You’re alive?” Minho asked, still reeling in shock. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it yet. The morning after you had been thrown into the maze he went after you. He ran the entire thing until the cycle was complete.
He never found you or anything that even convinced him you had been there. It was almost like you just vanished.
But everyone knows when someone just vanishes, it means they were dead.
So he came to terms with that fact. He accepted it and tried to move on.
It was harder than he expected. After all, people only realize the truth when someone is gone. It’s not until someone is dead that people begin to care.
Miss you when you’re gone, didn’t care when you were there.
Cruel place, isn’t it?
“I am,” You said bitterly. You quickly notice that the group you had been in the maze with was reduced to almost nothing. More specifically, the people that had voted you out were gone. At least, you presumed that.
“Who’s that?” You asked, pointing to the brunette who had not been part of your original group. Two other girls flanking his side, it burned you from the inside out. Had they been part of the maze? They probably weren’t kicked out like you were.
He shuffles awkwardly on his feet, “I’m Thomas.”
“He’s the reason we got out,” Newt explained. “I don’t think we’d be anywhere without him.”
“But what about you?” Minho asked, “How are you alive?”
...
The night was cold. You had been too afraid to even move from your spot in the vines. You can hear them, the creaking and whining as they stomp past. God, you wished you never had to experience this.
You wouldn’t even wish this upon the people that cast you. Actually, you just might. You keep yourself awake, digging your nails in your palm every time your eyes get heavy.
Survival means staying awake, just a few more hours.
A few more hours…
And then you woke up in a lab, and that’s when things got worse. Being someone’s lab rat was certainly not ideal. You sat in your room all day, with nothing but a bed until they took you away, running all sorts of tests.
At first, it was painful, but then you just felt numb. Some people tried to fight it, but you’d just relax and let them do whatever it is they’re doing. You figured that’s why they tested you so much; you were the calmest.
There wasn’t a point to fighting it; there wasn’t a point too much now. Every day was the same, and although sometimes you missed the runner with a bit of sass, you endured this.
You didn’t know why, but there was a bit of hope. It was quickly diminishing but it was still there, a small flame that maybe you’d see him again; that you might escape.
And that day came. After what must have been a year of all this testing, WICKED had lightened up on you. They gave you full freedom, no longer locking you in your room.
But they made the mistake of keeping a door open, a door to the outside. You didn’t think; you just ran.
You ran until your legs gave out, and you were gasping for air.
You had escaped.
…
“I could ask you the same thing,” You said bitterly.
The people before you had voted for you to stay, and you should forgive them, but you don’t. They didn’t do anything to save you, to stop the others from throwing you in the maze. They stood by, and they watched.
They watched as you begged and pleaded for your life.
“I’m sorry,” Minho said, reaching out to you, but you back away.
“Sorry? You’re sorry?” You laughed, “Sorry doesn’t make up for being tortured by them, by having to survive on my own, to fight for my life because of a stupid note. Tell me, did they keep to their promise?”
Newt hesitates, “no.”
“That’s what I thought,” You spat. “Look, I’m glad you’re alive, but don’t come here thinking we can all be friends. You go your way, and I’ll go mine.”
They watch you leave, Minho biting his lip as he watches you walk away from him again. He can’t lose you, not when you never really left.
Minho chases after you, grabbing your wrist. “Please, hear us out. Our story isn’t that different from yours.”
“I bet her’s is, I bet she didn’t get kicked out of the maze,” You said, motioning toward the other girl and shrugging Minho off.
“We fought the grievers,” Fry said suddenly. “All of us and we were taken by WICKED.”
“And they told us it was safe, but it wasn’t,” Minho chimed in. "They tested us, some more than others, but we escaped.”
“Don’t forget how Thomas threw a gun at the guard,” Fry added.
Newt shakes his head, chuckling. “or how Minho totally kneed one!”
“Right that, and we escaped into the scorch. We lost Winston to a group of cranks, we found the city, and then Thomas was drugged at a party.”
“We took a guy hostage.”
“Grabbed his car.”
“And now we’re here.”
“Oh and Gally died, Minho shot him.”
“You what?”
Minho rubs the back of his neck, “it was bound to happen eventually, he killed Chuck, but you didn’t know him. And he was gonna kill Thomas. He also… killed you, in a way.”
The boys smile sheepishly, “look you don’t have to forgive us, not right now, but (Y/N) we’re here.”
Minho nods, grabbing your hand and you let him this time, but not without a warning glance.
“You went through a lot more than we did, but we’d like to take down WICKED together.”
“Together?”
“Together.”
— END —
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