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feliix · 3 years

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Breaking Point ↠ Lee Minho

↠ minho x female reader

↠ genre: smut, pwp ↠ Rating: M (18+)

↠ word count: 1.9k

↠ warnings: dom!minho, sub!reader, bondage, masturbation, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (they’re in a gym idk), ruined orgasm, degradation, dirty talk, manhandling, rough sex, finger sucking, cum play, cum eating

↠ a/n: written as a request for my drabble game♡

“Minho we’ve been here for two hours, can we be done now?” You whine, plopping down onto the seat of the chest machine while Minho stands before you, chest heaving as he recovers from the circuit he’s just finished.

“Come on. Two more sets,” he replies as he grabs the bottle of water to his right, swiftly twisting the cap off and pouring the liquid into his mouth. Your eyes draw to a stare as you examine him closely; his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows while sweat glistens in the space made from parted hair on his forehead. Damp pieces of his chocolate hair stick to the sides of his face, the perspiration making it seem darker than normal. Every part of him is enticing.

Before you decided to come to the gym with Minho you knew it would be a bad idea. He’s far too distracting. How are you supposed to pay any attention to what comes next in the circuit as he stands beside you looking like that? It’s nearly impossible to focus on anything else but him. Dark clothes cling to his figure, every muscle of his toned stomach exposed, and you stood close enough to make out every fine detail. It’s a blessing and a curse.

“Maybe we should take a short break,” you suggest, puffing your chest forward in hopes to gain his attention. A smirk lands on your lips when you notice his eyes wander down to the cleavage exposed by your sports bra. You knew what you could be getting into by coming here, so dressing the part was an important part of the plan.

Rolling your head back to expose more of yourself to him, you hear him force a hard breath past his lips. “What makes you think you deserve a break?”

Minho challenges, his defined biceps crossing over his chest. Heat shoots to your core – at this rate you won’t be able to stand looking at him like this much longer. In attempts to hold whatever shred of sanity you have left, you squeeze your thighs together, trying your best to ease the growing ache between your legs. Unfortunately your actions do not go unnoticed; though the way his tongue brushes against his bottom lip, tells you that you might be in for a treat.

“Maybe if you just did what I said in the first place and focused on the exercise, you wouldn't be squeezing your thighs together like a little whore.” Minho paces over to you, towering over your figure as he uncrosses his arms and places a hand on the bar adjacent to your head.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, eyes forcing their way to the ground to avoid eye contact with him. You swallow thickly, tempted to just reach out in front of you, but you know better. As he leans down, narrowing the distance between your bodies, you lift your eyes to meet his. The gap between you quickly vanishes as you feel his hot breath on your lips, begging to be claimed by his own.

One hand stabilizes his body against the machine as the other grazes down the back of your neck, holding your gaze to his. So badly you want to lean forward and sweep your lips against his, but again, you know better. And you know what would happen if you act without asking. With this position he has you in now, there’s no intention of Minho giving up control.

His eyes narrow to slits once he breaks his gaze with yours. Suddenly he’s standing up to search the left side of the room for something, digging through a black crate and muttering to himself. The suspense grows in your core as you watch him tear through the equipment, but all that ends when you hear a short, sadistic chuckle pass by his lips. When he turns, two blue resistance bands rest in his palms, a smirk settled on his lips while his breathing grows heavy. Biting your lip in anticipation, you hold your eyes on him, watching his paces move towards you.

Without a word spoken, he takes one of your hands in his, extending your arm upwards and holding it up to the cold metal of the chest machine. The smooth elastic of the blue band meets your wrist, and suddenly you know exactly what this is for. The elastic is carefully wrapped around your wrist and then tied to the machine in a firm knot.

“Pull,” Minho instructs. So you do, jerk your wrist forward as hard as you can to test the security of the band. When it doesn’t move, Minho nods in approval, reaching for your other hand to take the same measures.

Arousal has fully taken over you, soaking through your thin panties and spandex and beginning to leak onto the bench under you. You struggle to find relief, thighs unable to squeeze together any harder to relieve the tension building in your core.

Just as your eyes are beginning to fall shut, you feel his calloused hands on each of your knees, prying your legs apart from relieving the ache. His eyes graze your form, spread so open and wide for him. It’s becoming hard to sit still, the desire racking at your nerves causing you to shift in your seat as your cunt begins clenching around nothing at all. The sight of you writhing under his control makes him feel so powerful – the stiffness pressing against the confines of his short goes to show.

Looping a finger under your waistband, he rips your leggings down your legs in one go, unable to wait or tease you any longer. His tongue grazes his lips as his eyes meet your dripping core, dragging a finger down your slit to collect your essence.

“Suck,” he seeths, holding his finger up to your parting lips as you take his finger in your mouth, darting your tongue across the digit. It’s becoming increasingly harder to keep your legs spread, unconsciously trying to find comfort as you watch the bulge form against his shorts. Your core is already aching so badly for him – and he hasn’t even properly touched you yet.

In one swift movement, he pulls down the garments of his lower half, erection springing to light as his clothing pools around his ankles. Once more he reaches forward, gathering more of your arousal to use to stroke his cock. You bite your tongue to keep yourself quiet, knowing well that your whimpers will only make Minho more upset. His head falls back in bliss once his fingers wrap around his thick member, lips parting to let out a soft moan before clenching his teeth together. Watching his hand grope his thick shaft is enough for you. You accept defeat by resting your head back against the seat, but the throbbing of your neglected cunt still pleads to be filled with him.

“Minho please,” you beg, widening your legs further in hopes it will entice him forward, “please, just fuck me now.” Words stammer past your lips unknowingly, thoughts too heavy with lust that clouds your better judgment.

“If you want to act like a whore that's how you’ll be treated,” He challenges, gripping his hands on each of your thighs and lining his tip up at your entrance. Whimpers draw past your lips as you’re unable to hold your shaking body together.

But all is out of your control as he wraps your legs around his waist. His member plunges into you fast and hard, bottoming out on the first stroke without giving you much time to adjust.

“Fuck!” You catch your lip between your teeth, biting down hard to hold back a yelp. The elastic binding your wrists to the cold metal is beyond irritating, all you want is to reach out and run your hands across his toned abdomen; which is fortunately in your line of sight.

He releases a grunt as he withdraws his cock and thrusts into you once more, just as fast and hard as last time. Back arching off the seat, you’ll do anything to get as close to him as possible. You want to scream being held like this, so frustrated that you have nothing to hold onto while he’s gripping your thighs with such fervor. There will definitely be small bruises left behind from the pads of his fingers pushing deeply into your skin – that’s without a doubt. But you’ve never paid them much mind before, it’ll be a nice reminder of how good he made you feel when you wake up tomorrow.

His hands rake up your legs to grip your hips, steadying your body so he can thrust into you more rhythmically. Your core clenches tightly around his length each time he sinks into you; the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter each time he presses against the sweet spot deep inside you.

“Stop moving you fucking slut,” he gripes. You didn’t even notice that you’ve been bucking your hips up to meet each of his thrusts. Before you’re able to continue he is pushing you back onto the bench with an annoyed growl. The unconscious chase of your release is chomping at the bit.

Sounds of his balls slapping hard against your ass fills the room as his pace quickens. The force of his thrusts doesn't ease up as his grip on your waist grows harsher, forcing your body down harder onto his cock. Moans fly past your lips, the band in your stomach threatening to snap with each sharp movement of his hips.

“Minho,” you whine, “I’m so close.” Looking up at him past your eyelashes, you pray that he decides to be nice and let you finish. The dark and focused look in his stare tells you he’s close there too. His jaw clenches, eager to meet his release as he fucks deeply into you.

“Hold it,” Minho orders, earning an exhausted sigh from you in response. You’re sure you’ve never wanted to cum so badly in your life, but if you lose control now he’ll never let you live it down.

Quickly his hands tighten around your thighs, squeezing your legs around his waist and forcing your pussy to clench harder around his member. A wail escapes your lips, unable to hold back any longer, and he knows you’re about to disobey his orders.

Just as the tension is reaching a breaking point, he removes his shaft from your core, leaving you completely empty and throbbing around nothing. Your jaw drops in dismay, unable to form a coherent thought as his hands drop your legs to the ground. Before you can figure out how to speak, his hand is already wrapped around his cock, pumping it until white-hot spurts of cum are landing on your stomach. Eyes widening in shock, you watch as each drop falls from his member and onto your supple skin.

“Next time listen when I tell you not to come yet, slut,” Minho sneers, cock softening as he stands proudly over the mess he’s made on your body.

↠ A/N this fic has been rewritten from my BTS fic Unresolved Tension

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Since you did a female dom could you could you do a male dom?

Warnings: Smut, Dom M!reader, Sub Laszlo

- Laszlo was a dam, fine handsome fellow. You had no shame in admitting that. From the moment he first walked into the establishment you had your eyes on him. Most of the men who walked through those doors had a sense of arrogance surrounding them. They didn't care about you, rather they just wanted to use you and they knew their money could pay for that. But Laszlo, he was hidden, his desires, if he had any, were hidden behind a wall.

- You were all too keen to show him a good time anyhow but as it turns out that wasn't what he was there for, rather he wanted to find out more information about the boys who were being murdered. You knew them all right, being the oldest person there they often relied on you for help, or reassurance, sometimes even just a kind hug. You were all too ready to help them. You didn't like seeing boys so young getting involved in this business but what other options did they have?

- You didn't tell him anything though. He said how he was an Alienist, offered his credentials but how could you believe him? Likely the man killing the boys was wealthy as well. By giving Dr Laszlo any information you could be setting up the death of another boy.

- Laszlo could seem to tell that you were keeping something quiet and so he gave you a business card with the address of the institute in case you were able to think of any more information.

- You were going to disregard it but something prevented you from doing so. Suddenly this man seemed to occupy all of your thoughts. All of your dreams. You were imagining all the things you would do to him if you had the chance.

- A reason why you were still very popular among customers was for the fact you didn't dress up like a woman, you weren't how they say, a bottom. All your customers were the ones on their backs being filled and begging you to let them come. The feeling of power it gave to you, having these rich men beg before you, to another man, it was intoxicating.

- That's how you imagined Laszlo. Thinking about how pretty he would be being thrust into a bed, the way his breath would get caught in his throat as he gasped and groaned at the feeling of you. You wanted it all and more.

- Maybe that's why you found yourself knocking on the institute door. You could try to claim it's because you wanted to help solve this case but you knew deep down that your true reasons were purely lust-driven.

- They informed you Laszlo wasn't at the institute today rather his own house and they gave you that exact address. Things couldn't have been working more perfect for you. Laszlo was quite surprised to open the door and find you outside but welcomed you in all the same. As you sat down in his upper-class living room, feeling out of place, he made you some tea. Passing it over to you, you deliberately made sure your fingers touched his and as if on the command you could start to see the slight red tinge to Laszlo's cheeks forming

- He insistently questioned you for information about the boys though. He was persistent and very arrogant in his way of thinking as well. Information you would have considered important he instead brushed off saying it was no use to the case. This in itself just made you all the more turned on as you imagined all the ways you could shut that pretty little mouth up.

- Soon you were almost out of all information and you knew if you wanted to get a reward for everything you had to act soon. Gracefully you got up from the chair and started to walk around as you continued to speak. Laszlo's eyes dutifully followed you as he listened. That was until you walked around behind him.

- At first, you simply placed a hand on his shoulder, smirking as you felt him jump at the sudden contact, Then you leaned your arm over his shoulder, bending down so that your lips were by his ears as you whispered the information to him. He shuddered at the intimacy of it all, flushing an even brighter red from it. Laszlo himself could feel the desire starting to rise up within himself and that's when he tried to pull away, putting some distance between the two of you.

- But you weren't giving up that quickly. You moved around the chair to be standing right in front of him again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him back to you. "You said earlier you need to get into the mind of the killer" you purred, "But what about the mind of the victim? Afterall if you understand them, you understand why the killer chooses who, why they would willingly go with the killer when they know about the deaths" you take one hand, brushing it against his neck where you could feel his paluse rapidly beating and you hummed to yourself "I can help you with that Laszlo. I can make you feel things you've never felt before. Stuff no woman could ever make you feel"

- It was unlike Laszlo to accept. He knew that within himself but he feared he might never have this opportunity again. To his own shock, he found himself nodding and before he knew it you both had managed to find your way into his bedroom.

- You were holding his back close to you, making him bend backwards slightly so you had better access to his neck where you sucked the most magnificent hickey. Under your hands, Laszlo was already a quivering mess. His moans were nothing short of erotic. This man truly must have been alone for a long time if just a kiss to the neck was making him melt in your hands like putty.

- You pull him back up and start to tumble with the buttons of his shirt but this time his arm grabs your wrist firmly. "The shirt stays on," he tells you and you nod, "If that's what you're into"

- Instead, you choose to push him onto the bed, and before you gave him a chance to fully register it you were pawing at his slacks, ripping them open to gain access to his member. Spitting in your hand you lubricate it and then start to pump him, watching him intently as he groans from the feeling. He was already hard from when you first held him but now you could feel him pulsing within your hand, the warmth radiating off him.

- His hand clutched the sheets of his bed under him tightly, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as his gasps get caught in his throat. Here the alienist often known for his ability to irritate people with his persistent questions was rendered speechless by you.

- You could feel him start to twitch in your hand and so you leaned forward and delivered one strong lick to his tip which was enough for him to completely lose it as he came loudly. His come was all over your hand, running down it and as you finally removed your hand from his member, you look him directly in his eyes as you use your tongue to lick off all that was on your hand.

- You weren't done from him yet though. Not by a long shot. You climbed even further on top of him now, grasping at your own slacks to tug them down exposing yourself. Once again spitting in your hand you take it down to his ask, lubricating him, ready for you.

- You take one more moment to look into his eyes, checking to make sure he was okay with it, and when he nodded you slowly started to push your way in. You went slowly, letting him get used to your size and when you finally bottomed out you waited for a few moments to let him adjust. He held so heavenly around you that you were finding it hard to hold back moaning yourself.

- Slowly you started to move your hips, thrusting against him. He sunk his head back into the pillows moaning in pleasure as you hit that spot inside him that was all too perfect. He'd never felt pleasure like this before, the feeling of you pulsating within him, moving in and out, the sound of your hips meeting his as you picked up speed. He became a moaning mess for you.

- As he squeezed you so tightly you could feel yourself getting close and therefore you brought your hand back to his member to pump him once again. You wanted to hold off until he had another release but the more you heard his moans the harder it was.

- Finally with one large moan which bounced off the walls Laszlo came again and hardly a second later you felt yourself release inside of him, coating his walls as you slowly came to a stillness within.

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swan-of-sunrise · 3 years

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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Eight)

Summary: Din, (Y/N) and their passengers are trapped on a frozen planet and must quickly repair the Razor Crest if they have any hope of surviving.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Eight The Ship (Previous Chapter)

Jolting awake, Din pushed himself off the ship’s dashboard and groaned; the last thing he remembered before being knocked unconscious was the ship falling through the ice that he’d landed on. He was still disoriented when he glanced down at his armor and noticed the thin layer of frost coating the beskar. He reached up and flipped several switches but before he could determine just how much damage the ship had sustained, a small whimper behind him made him quickly turn around; the Frog woman was curled up on the floor of the cockpit, violently shivering as her arms wrapped around herself to generate warmth. He knelt down and helped her back into her seat as she began to quickly croak at him and gesture towards the cockpit door. Her eggs, he suddenly remembered, they were in the cargo hold when we crashed…

“I’ll find your eggs, don’t worry,” Din promised her. “Gotta get you some blankets, keep you warm…” He hurried out the cockpit doors and jumped down into the cargo hold; there was a gaping hole in the side of the hull, through which snow and freezing-cold air was blowing, and different wires and cables hung limp from the ceiling. Storage containers were strewn across the whole floor, all covered in frost, and he found himself muttering a quiet “Damn it.”

It was then that he remembered the child and his partner, and he hurriedly opened his sleeping compartment only to see the child’s hammock empty. Fear clenched at his heart as he turned back to the cluttered floor. “Kid? (Y/N)?” The Frog woman’s frantic croaking echoed down and Din called up, “Hang on, I’m looking for your eggs!” He carefully began stepping through the mess and, after hearing a small noise, bent down and threw a tarp to the side to reveal the child, an egg in his hands as he stood before the open container. “No!” He quickly closed the lid and picked up the container of eggs to examine it. It was the second time he’d caught the child eating eggs, and he was worried that the passenger would eventually notice their absences. “I told you not to do that.” The Frog woman spoke out to him again and he answered. “Found them!”

“M-Mando?”

Eyes widening, Din set the container down inside the sleeping compartment and locked it before hurrying over to where the captain’s weak voice had come from. “Dank farrik!”

(Y/N) was at the end of the cargo hold, hidden behind a storage container with her left arm pinned underneath another one, and her lips were nearly blue from the cold. “I tried…I tried moving it, but-”

“It’s okay, alor’ad, I’ve got it.” Careful not to jostle her arm, he lifted the container and set it down behind him, his heart dropping in his chest when he realized that her shoulder was bent at an unnatural angle and that she was shivering uncontrollably. “Osik…I’m gonna help you up now, okay? I need to push that shoulder back into its socket as quick as possible and I’ve gotta get you warm…” He leaned down and wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her stand before walking her over to another storage container. “Just sit here for a second, I’m gonna bring the Frog lady down here…”

Once he helped the Frog woman down the ladder and returned her eggs to her, he handed her a blanket and hurriedly fastened another over the hole in the hull in an attempt to begin warming the space. Then, he fixed (Y/N)’s dislocated shoulder and used the spare bandages from the med pack to bind her arm into a makeshift sling; she stifled her cry of pain behind her free hand and squeezed her eyes shut, but not before Din spotted the tears in her eyes. He knew first-hand how painful that kind of injury could be, so he didn’t judge his partner for what others would perceive as weakness. Once he was finished tending to her wound, he carefully wrapped a blanket around her and went to dig his spare heater out of the wreckage, turning it on and urging his companions to sit near it as he prepared a little dinner for them. (Y/N) quietly accepted her tray of food, her smile polite but her eyes betraying her anger towards him; suppressing a sigh of frustration, he turned away from her to glance at the Frog woman.

“If you hadn’t guessed, we’re in a tight spot; the main power drive’s not responding and the hull has lost its integrity. I suspect the temperature will drop significantly when night falls, and I’ll have a better idea of our prospects at that time.” He lowered himself onto the floor and leaned against the wall, making himself as comfortable as he could given the circumstances. The Frog woman began croaking urgently at him, gesturing to eggs while she did, and Din hopelessly answered, “I’m sorry, lady, I don’t understand Frog. Whatever it is, it can wait until morning.” He looked over at (Y/N), who was picking half-heartedly at her tray of food, and continued. “I recommend you both get some sleep.”

The captain didn’t acknowledge his words but when he crossed his arms and glanced back down, he noticed the child waddle his way over and cuddle against his side beneath his cape. Well, at least there’s one person who’s not angry with me, Din thought dejectedly to himself; (Y/N) was right, he shouldn’t have run from the New Republic rangers, but he’d panicked. He didn’t want to put any of them in danger, but that’s exactly what had happened anyway.

Before he fell asleep, Din watched as (Y/N) quietly set down her food and stood, removing the blanket from around her shoulders and placing it on top of the Frog woman’s eggs before settling down on the floor opposite him and wrapping her uninjured arm around herself.

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“Wake up, Mandalorian.”

Din quickly jolted awake as the all-too familiar voice rang through the cargo hold, his blaster in his hand before he could fully register what he was looking at. Zero, the droid pilot from the prison breakout job, was still in pieces and secured to the wall of the ship, but a wire was now attached to its head and its opposite end was being held by the Frog woman; when she croaked again, Zero’s voice emitted from the head. “This cannot wait until morning. Do not be alarmed, I bypassed the droid’s security protocols and accessed its vocabulator.”

As (Y/N) and the child began to stir, Din holstered his blaster with more force than necessary. “What the hell are you doing? That droid is a killer.”

“These eggs are the last brood of my life cycle.” The Frog woman explained, resting a hand on her egg container sitting beside her. “My husband has risked his life to carve out an existence for us on the only planet that is hospitable to our species. We fought too hard and suffered too much to resign ourselves to the extinction of our family line. I must demand that you hold true to the deal that you agreed to.”

“Look, lady, the deal is off,” He growled in frustration, gesturing at the wreckage around them. “We’re lucky if we get off this frozen tomb with our lives!”

The Frog woman was unperturbed. “I thought honoring one’s word was a part of the Mandalorian code. I guess those are just stories for children.”

Across from him, (Y/N) visibly flinched at her words and the child looked up at him with near-pleading eyes; Din finally capitulated, easing the child off his lap before clambering to his feet, grabbing his toolkit and storming outside to assess the ship’s damages. The ship was in a bad shape but as he continued to examine it, he determined that it could thankfully still fly, albeit with a fair amount of patches and repairs. He was busy rewiring some of the broken cables near the engine when (Y/N) slowly approached him, a look of apprehension on her face as she knelt on the snow beside him.

“It’s, um…it looks a lot worse than it is. If the repairs go well, we can be out of here as soon as tomorrow.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Good, good. I…well, on the off-chance that we don’t, I just…I wanted to apologize for using your Creed against you when we first met.” His brow rose in surprise at her words; out of all the things he’d been expecting her to say, that certainly hadn’t been one of them. “It wasn’t fair of me to throw it in your face to get what I wanted, and I’m sorry.”

Din was at a loss for words; almost from the moment he swore the Creed, people had ridiculed his way of life and would often try using it against him to gain an upper hand on him. It had bothered him at first but he’d eventually grown used to the jabs and insults, learning to ignore or shrug them off. (Y/N) was the first person he’d ever met who bothered to apologize to him for her words.

Seeing her begin to rise, he shook himself out of his astonishment and grabbed her wrist to halt her; she looked at him with widened eyes, and he cleared his throat before speaking. “Thank you. I’m sorry as well. I shouldn’t have run from those rangers, and I apologize for not listening to your warnings.” His partner’s usual cheery smile brightened her face at his words and Din blushed beneath his helmet, quickly turning back towards the ship and gesturing at the hole in the hull. “You should get some rest, alor’ad. Your shoulder-”

“Feels perfectly fine, Mando. I can still help you with…” She trailed off, looking past him and furrowing her brow in confusion. “I think the little guy’s trying to tell us something.”

Looking in the same direction she was, Din’s eyes fell on the child, who was babbling and pointing at something on the other side of the ship. With a sigh of exasperation, he called over to him. “How about you come over here and give us a hand? Make yourself useful.” Instead of waddling over to them, the child walked behind the ship and out of sight. “Hey, kid!” He exchanged a look with (Y/N) and they both got to their feet, hurrying off after him. “I said, hey! Where are you going?”

“Come back here, little guy!” (Y/N) added; they turned the corner and made their way over to where the child had stopped.

Din knelt down beside him, instantly noticing the fresh footsteps in the snow. “When did she go?” According to his helmet’s thermal scan, it hadn’t been that long. With a small sigh, he picked up the child and stood. “It’s not safe for her to be out there alone. C’mon, let’s go.”

They slowly made their way through the icy caverns, careful not to make too much noise as they followed the Frog woman’s footsteps. Beside him, (Y/N) had drawn her blaster and was holding it in her good hand while Din kept a tight hold on the curious child in the crook of his arm. They turned a corner and found themselves standing within a massive cave; icicles the size of mudhorns hung from the ceiling and strange-looking objects rested all along the snow.

The familiar sounds of croaking caught Din’s attention and he looked over to see the Frog woman sitting in a glowing hot spring, with all her eggs floating at the top of the steaming water. “There you are,” He exhaled in relief, hurrying over to the hot spring with (Y/N) close behind him. “You can’t leave the ship, it’s not safe out here.” He set the child down at the edge of the water and knelt. “Let’s gather these up…”

Their passenger made a sound of protest as he began carefully putting her eggs back in her container; while he worked, he noticed (Y/N) sit down by the edge of the spring and give the Frog woman a sympathetic smile. “I know that it’s cold, but night’s coming fast and we can’t protect you out here; in the morning, Mando and I are gonna start working on repairs and we’ll be off this planet in no time. When we get back to the ship, I’ll look through my clothes for anything that’ll keep you and your eggs warm, okay?”

Because of the stunt she’d pulled earlier with the decapitated droid, Din knew that the Frog woman had understood the captain’s soothing words and with a nod of her head, she began helping him gather up the floating eggs. He glanced over at (Y/N) and couldn’t help but take note of how the faint glow from the hot spring illuminated her features; without thinking, he blurted out, “You’re good at that. Talking to people, I mean, making them feel comfortable. I just usually tend to scare them off and-No! No.” Din scolded the child, who’d taken advantage of his distraction and tried reaching for an egg. The child, looking a little more than miffed, walked away and he continued placing eggs into the container.

“Well, you haven’t managed to scare me off.” (Y/N) remarked, the corner of her mouth curving into a teasing smile. “You must be slipping, Mando; I thought that bounty hunters, even former ones, were supposed to terrify everybody they come across.”

Just as Din was about to indulge in their usual playful banter, the child’s cry echoed throughout the cave and his head whipped around in alarm; the child was running as fast as he could towards them, fear evident in his large eyes, and it didn’t take long for Din to realize why. The strange-looking objects that were strewn across the snow were beginning to shudder and hatch, and pale spiders of differing sizes began to emerge.

Quickly standing, he hurried over to where the child was and picked him up before backing away from the hatching creatures. His eyes widened in panic as more and more eggs began to break open, covering the floor of the cave with an ever-growing crowd of spiders. While he closed the lid of the egg container and slung it over his shoulder, the Frog woman hastily threw on her clothes and (Y/N) ushered her out of the hot spring; an echoing growl made the three of them look up and Din’s jaw dropped when an enormous spider, easily the size of his ship, crawled out of a deeper part of the cave.

“Go, go, go! Back to the ship!”

All three of them sprinted out of the cave and into the maze of icy tunnels, closely pursued by the swarm of spiders. While they ran, (Y/N) aimed her blaster and began shooting at the spiders behind them and Din, seeing spiders beginning to appear in front of them, drew his blaster and fired. A tunnel beside them was quickly blocked off when the massive spider shot a web at its entrance, so they quickly hurried down another; the Frog woman leapt past both Din and (Y/N), who were forced to holster their blasters so they could run faster from the advancing spiders. Although he couldn’t see it, he could hear the largest spider pursuing them from above, the impact of its legs shaking the frozen ceiling of the tunnel. A sharp cracking noise above alerted him to danger and his free hand shot out to haul the Frog woman back just as the spider’s long leg broke through the ceiling and was pulled up.

“Take her and get back to the ship, I’ll buy you some time!” Din yelled to (Y/N) as they ran.

The captain frantically shook her head. “No, I’m not leaving you behind!”

Thinking fast, Din pulled out three bombs and threw two of them on either side of the tunnel, then threw the third at the ceiling where the largest spider was. The bombs exploded, causing the tunnel to cave in on itself and he turned to watch the creature’s lifeless body crash to the ground before running after (Y/N) and the Frog woman. His partner had drawn her blaster again and was shooting at anything that moved; Din quickly did the same but once it became apparent that there were too many spiders to shoot and kill, he holstered his blaster and pushed (Y/N) and the Frog woman behind him before igniting the flamethrower on his vambrace.

White-hot flames shot out towards the swarm of spiders and instantly burned them to a crisp, but as the three of them continued to run, even more of the creatures began pursuing them. The broken-down ship finally came into view as he and (Y/N) continued firing their blasters at the spiders, and Din silently prayed that they’d be able to get the ship into the air in time to escape the swarm.

“Cover me!”

(Y/N) continued shooting spider after spider while Din turned and handed both the child and the egg container over to the Frog woman; he’d just ushered their passenger into the ship when the captain let out a cry of alarm, and he turned to see that her good arm had been webbed to the side of the ship. A smaller spider leapt towards them and on instinct, Din caught it in his fist and crushed it before throwing it aside; seeing the spiders inching closer to them, he helped (Y/N) wrench her arm free before pushing her into the ship and following after her. He continued blasting at the spiders as they followed them into the ship, scrambling up the ladder and shooting at the creatures as they emerged from the hole.

Seeing that his efforts were useless, Din stepped into the cockpit and tried closing its doors but the influx of spiders kept them from closing all the way. Desperate, he began shooting at the spiders through the crack in the door and (Y/N) quickly did the same, firing at the spiders that were lower down. The child’s fearful cry rang out over the sounds of their blasters firing and Din looked over just in time to see the Frog woman shoot at several small spiders that had been attacking him with a small blaster; their gazes met and he hurriedly nodded in thanks before turning and using his flamethrower to take care of the rest of the creatures. The door finally closed, but the danger hadn’t yet passed; the spiders had begun crawling over the outside of the ship.

“Strap yourselves in!” Din dropped down into the pilot’s seat, pressing buttons and flipping several switches; his hands flew over the various controls as he prepared the ship for take-off, and they were soon joined by (Y/N)��s good hand. They shared a brief glance before resuming their work, and he muttered under his breath to her, “This better work.”

“From your mouth to the Maker’s ears,” The captain replied, reaching over him to press a final button and letting out a sigh of relief as the ship shuddered to life. “We’re good to go!”

“I’ve got limited visibility, so it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” He called out as they both pulled on the ship’s main lever; after a long moment, the engines began firing and the ship began to slowly rise. It continued to rise and as spiders began dropping off of it, (Y/N) glanced over at him with a hopeful grin that he couldn’t help but match underneath his helmet.

Their happiness was, predictably, short-lived. Something large and heavy landed on the top of the ship, slamming it back down into the ground; the force of the crash sent (Y/N) toppling onto his lap and while she struggled to right herself, Din watched through the ship’s viewport as the enormous spider he’d assumed had died prepared to pierce its leg into the cockpit. Quick as a flash, he wrapped his arms around his partner and pulled her closer to him just as its leg slammed into the space where her head had just been. Another leg slammed into the cockpit before being pulled out; all four of them watched in dread as the massive creature peered at them through the viewport. Somewhere behind him, the child whimpered in fear and he felt (Y/N) tense in his lap as the spider suddenly latched its mouth onto the viewport above them.

Its attack was stopped by an onslaught of blaster bolts and moments later, part of the spider’s carcass slid off the front of the ship. The sounds of blasters firing continued, illuminating the cockpit with red-tinted flashes; with her eyes widened in shock, (Y/N) turned to him and shakily asked, “Who the hell could that be?”

“I don’t know, but let’s find out.” He loosened his hold on the captain and let her stand before getting up; he made sure that the Frog woman and the child were unharmed before drawing his blaster and cautiously making his way down into the cargo hold. The entire space was covered in sticky spider webs and spider carcasses, and he was quick to shoot at one that was still crawling; with a brief glance at (Y/N), the two of them raised their blasters and slowly emerged from the ship to see their saviors.

“Son of a mud-scuffer, you’ve gotta be kidding me…” Din breathed out, watching as the two New Republic rangers sat atop their X-Wings and expertly shot down spider after spider that was still on the ship.

They soon stopped and watched as the two of them stepped forward, and the man on the right called out, “We ran the tabs on the Razor Crest. You have an arrest warrant for the abduction of Prisoner X-Six-Nine-Eleven.” Din kept his eyes on the two rangers but he could sense that (Y/N) was shooting him a look. “However, onboard security records show that you apprehended three priority culprits from the Wanted Register. Security records also show that you put your own life in harm’s way to protect that of Lieutenant Davan from the New Republic Correctional Corps. Is that true?”

“Am I under arrest?”

“Technically, you should be, but these are trying times.” The man glanced over at (Y/N), who had already holstered her blaster. “We also ran the credentials that you gave us, Captain (Y/N) (Y/L/N) of the Alliance Starfleet. According to your service record, you saved the lives of thousands of civilians during your years of service to the Rebellion; the New Republic owes you a great debt of gratitude.”

Clearing her throat, (Y/N) replied, “Thank you, Ranger.”

“Let’s say I forgo the bounties on those three criminals…” Din interjected, realizing that his partner was uncomfortable talking about her service record. “Can you two help me fuse my hull so I can get off this frozen rock?”

“Let’s say you fix that transponder, and we don’t vaporize that antique the next time we patrol the Rim?”

Fair enough, Din thought to himself as they watched the two X-Wings take off. They made their way back into the ship, where the Frog woman and the child were waiting for them. “All right, we’re gonna repair the cockpit enough for us to limp to Trask. There’s nothing I can do about the main hull’s integrity, so we’re gonna have to get cozy in the cockpit.” His words brought back the memory of (Y/N) sitting in his lap and he was thankful that his helmet could mask his growing blush. “It’s the only thing I can pressurize. If you need to use the privy, do it now. It’s gonna be a long ride.”

With (Y/N)’s aid, the repairs were quickly completed and he said another silent prayer as he sat down in the pilot’s seat; the Frog woman was already strapped into her seat, her canister of eggs resting in her lap. (Y/N) dropped down into her own seat with an exhausted sigh and rested her feet on her storage container; since they couldn’t fix the main hull’s integrity, she insisted on moving her things into the cockpit to keep them safe.

“Okay, the repairs are all done,” Din informed the Frog woman, holding the child in his lap as he pressed the final buttons. “Let’s see if we can get this thing going once and for all.” He slowly pulled on the ship’s main lever and the ship shook itself to life; they continued to rise and in no time, they were leaving the frozen planet’s upper atmosphere. He breathed out a sigh of relief before turning to look at (Y/N). “Wake me up if someone shoots us, or if that door gets sucked off its rails.”

(Y/N) bit back a smile at his bad joke, but the sounds of the Frog woman’s concerned croak made the captain quickly look over at her and shake her head. “It’s okay, ma’am, that’s not gonna happen…”

“I’m kidding. If that happened we’d all be dead,” He continued, watching in amusement as the captain threw him an exasperated look and continued to reassure their passenger. “Sweet dreams.”

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A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading!

Mando'a Translations: Alor'ad-Captain Osik-Shit

Chapter Nine

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Irreverent Pt. 51 - Eye of a Hurricane

Title: Irreverent Pt. 51 - Eye of a Hurricane

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: M Words: ~3K

Trigger Warning: Torture, Canon Typical Violence

A/N: I’m posting Chapters 51 and 52 at the same time. Make sure you read them in order. And if you haven’t read 50 (posted yesterday) definitely read that first.

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It's a sluggishly slow progression towards consciousness as you battle a heavy head and dazed mind, both serving only to deter coherent thought. Your awareness is comprised only of sensation – a cold and dark room, hard chair, your mouth was dry. As you attempt to move, you come to realize that your wrists are bound behind your back and your ankles are tied to the legs of a chair, while the same rough material was corded around your torso, keeping you tied and upright in the chair. What should have been a terrifying realization, was dulled by the presence of some drug you'd been injected with. It would account for all of the symptoms you're experiencing, especially how your mouth felt like it could compete with the Sahara for driest places known to man.

Your mind reels, attempting to piece together how you had come to be in your current predicament. You'd been awaiting Easter at your agreed upon spot for your check-in. You'd stood with your back to the wall, aware of your surroundings. It had been a complete ambush, a gun from nowhere pressed to the side of your head, three large men, all armed, as they forced you into an alley way. They'd been able to get the jump on you as you were severely outnumbered. The last thing you can recall with any degree of clarity is the sharp sting of a needle, pressed to the side of your neck. It would explain quite a bit about how you're feeling at the moment.

Blinking slowly, carefully, you allow your sensitive eyes to adjust to the dim yellow lighting of the room. Keeping your head tilted downwards still, you take in the concrete grey flooring and walls. You focus on taking in as much as you can without alerting your captors to the fact that you're awake. That would immediately tip the scales in their favor.

There is a stale smell lingering in the room, as though from a lack of use. Dust is collecting in the crevices. It's not cared for. Likely a spare room or basement. There are no windows as far as you're able to tell. Behind you, there is a clock that ticks, the sound of it echoing loudly in the quiet of the room.

How long had you been there?

Cautiously lifting your head, you appraise the room you're in. There, in front of you about three feet away, is a table with what looked like various weapons on it. From your position, you can make out knives, a baseball bat, what appears to be a taser, and what could be a fire poker.

You had to get out.

Your bindings have no give, you quickly learn. You couldn't wriggle out of them if you tried.

If you move quickly, you could inch your way towards the table. You might be able to bend down and grab one of the knives with your mouth and use it – somehow – to cut the rope or at least loosen it enough to be able to escape. After you've accomplished that, you'd have to get out of wherever you were being held.

Figuring out why you'd been taken in the first place would have to wait.

You clench, tensing your body and using the leverage of your feet pressed to the floor to jump up and forward in the chair, attempting to drag it forward with you, in the direction of the table. It moves about an inch or two.

With a frustrated sigh, you tense once more, preparing to repeat the action. Just as the balls of your feet have pressed into the ground, there's a clicking sound from behind you and you can hear the door opening. You freeze in place. You should've known they were watching.

Heavy footsteps reverberate against the concrete flooring while you refuse to turn around. Let them come and face you themselves.

"Good, you're awake." The deep voice carries with it a shot of dread that you hadn't quite felt yet since you'd awoken. It cuts through the dullness of feeling and thought, jumpstarting the dormant panic into full gear.

A large man with dark hair and crystal light eyes stands before you, blocking your pathway towards the table you had been inching your way towards. He's dressed casually in dark clothing, there's a scar running down his neck. In his hands is a gun, held almost casually, as though it were merely an afterthought. As though he's quite confident in his ability to over power you without it.

You watch apprehensively, body tensed up, as he leans one hip against the table, perching on it lightly. His cold, steely eyes pore into you, running over your body and taking in your state. His gaze feels predatory as it runs over you in the worst of ways, causing a chill to run down your spine. He watches you as though you're prey and he's a hunter – the kind that collects trophies to hang up above the mantle. He lingers on your eyes, and you can tell he's checking to see if you're still drugged or if you were fully capable now.

You remain quiet, waiting for him to speak first, the two of you locked in and staring at one another. You don't know why you're here, why they took you. You surely don't recognize him. Behind him, you can see a dark glass pane that you hadn't noticed before, beyond which you assume his partners wait, watching both you and him.

"I am going to ask you questions," he says evenly, breaking the silence once more, his eyes boring into yours. "Every time you don't answer or you lie to me, you will regret it. Am I clear?" His voice, low and dark, matches the tone of the room. It's not exactly threatening, more clinical in a way. It's like he's playing a part, doing a job. Like you're his last patient of the day and he's eager to get home early and catch the game. You want to say his heart isn't quite in it, but that wasn't right either. It's more so that he has better things to do than waste his time with you, and yet here is.

You don't acknowledge or answer his question asking if you'd understood, and you can tell he doesn't like to be ignored. His brow furrows ever so slightly, nostrils flaring as he mutters low under his breath, turning and placing the gun on the table behind him. He sets it down and then turns back towards you and you can see he'd grabbed something from the table. Brass knuckles by the looks of it, as he slides them on, flexing his large muscular hands as he does. It's meant to intimidate you, scare you. It does its job.

You take a deep breath, still watching him quietly as you mentally reassure yourself that it would all be alright. That Clyde would of course be looking for you. He'd know you were missing when you hadn't been there waiting for him. He would find you and rescue you from whatever this was. Until then, you had only one job: survival. They wouldn't break you.

He strides forward until he's right up against you, his knees brushing against yours. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, feel the coarse denim of his jeans against your bare knees. The dress that you'd been wearing undercover is bunched up underneath your thighs.

You look up at him defiantly as he stands before you in silence, as though still waiting for you to speak. You wouldn't. You needed to know how much they knew first. He asks for your name first and you provide him with the fake name on the ID in your bag. That earns you a quick, sharp jab to the side that has you keeling over and grunting in pain as the hard metal ridges of the brass knuckles connects with your ribcage. You try to absorb the hit, try to remember everything you've learned from sparring with both Derek and Clyde. Try to stifle your pained groan.

You take a breath and look back at him, ignoring the bruised and burning pain in your side. If you're not mistaken, there's a chance he just cracked a rib.

They know who you are.

The realization causes your panicked brain to go into overdrive as you sift through who could possibly want to use you to get to any information. What they would do with it.

He asks next about Project Atlantis. He asks who else has access to the list. Who else is on the list. How to gain access to it.

Every lie you tell, every time you stay silent, he rewards you with another hit. Another part of your body bruised and broken as he goes through a litany of questions, marking you up as he goes. The tears slip unwanted. The cries come out despite any attempt to not give him the satisfaction.

Where the hell was Clyde?!

Each time, you force yourself to look back at him. To let him know that he hasn't beat you. To let him know that it wouldn't be so easy. To challenge him to do worse.

He does.

Your body becomes a work of art, painted with the red of your blood, the deep purple bruising of your skin. The colors meld and blend together with the salt of your tears.

It hurts to breathe. He's bruised a couple of ribs and shallow breaths are all you can manage through the excruciating pain of drawing a single breath in properly. If he doesn't stop soon, you'll start to hyperventilate. You can't do that. You can't let him win that way. You blink through the tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn't stop those if you tried. It hurts. It all hurts too much.

There is no escape from the constant barrage of questions and from the assault that follows. In the back of your mind there lingers a silent, crying hope that Clyde is out there looking for you but that is it. Otherwise it's all you can do to remain present and conscious to resist simply giving him what he wants in exchange for a respite.

After a certain point, the pain wasn't even really pain anymore. It was as though your body knew, that in order to survive, it had to shield you from feeling the full thrust of all that he had inflicted on you. It knew that if you were to stand a chance, you had to not feel it. The numbness settles in through a haze as your mind goes cloudy once more. You're barely meeting his eyes anymore, try as you might. Your body strains and struggles to stay aware. In the brief moments of respite that he offers you, as he changes from the brass knuckles to the poker, you can't even bring it in yourself to fear what's coming next.

Your mind flits to Aaron. The last time you'd seen him, as you kissed him goodbye and walked out to the waiting cab. He wouldn't know to worry. He'd think you were busy with work. He'd think that you'd return his calls soon enough. He'd think you were alright.

Thinking of him and Jack is the only thing that has you even trying to lift your head once more. Keeps you coming back each time. Keeps you looking your captor in the eye.

You had to make it through. You had to keep bouncing back. You had to endure and persist.

For them.

For him.

Not again.

They can't go through that again.

It's that thought that has you lifting your head, meeting those stony grey eyes once more.

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Emily would want the Birkins.

That was the first coherent thought that came to mind when you'd become conscious once more. He'd stopped once you'd become unresponsive.

Thoughts of escaping had long since abandoned you. It would be pointless. You were entirely unmatched. Even if you could defeat them, you'd first have to stand, and you're not entirely sure that's a feat you're capable of any longer. Keeping your eyes open was far too difficult a task on its own.

Your mind behaves oddly. Thoughts fleetingly temporary and confused as you contend with the notion that you might not escape. That you might die here.

Aaron would have to pick an outfit for the funeral. He'd have to go to your closet and pick out something to wear for you to be buried in.

Jack would need a new suit.

The bike – that should go to John.

The house was Aaron's.

The rest was Jack's.

There was no one else.

Would he get a body? Or would he bury an empty coffin with your name on the headstone?

If he knew what you were thinking – how you were thinking – he'd be furious.

You're next woken with a jolt as two pairs of uncaring and callous hands work together to lift you up. You thrash and scream, your voice horrifically hoarse as you feel them place you down on the table you'd noticed off to the side earlier. Thick, rough, leather restraints bind you down and hold you to the table.

You can't move. Try as you might, you can't get out.

He asks you again, giving you a final chance. Your stomach coils in fear and panic as tears well in your eyes and stream down your cheeks anew.

You beg them to not do this. You beg them to let you go. I have a son, please. I have son! Please let me go. Please don’t –

You know what's coming next.

His frosty, pale eyes are the last thing you see before a coarse rag covers your face. You prepare yourself. Remind yourself that you won't die. Not like this.

You'll be alright. You'll be alright. You'll be al –

The first onslaught of harsh, cold water beating down on your head has the force of a current rippling through your veins.

You can't breathe.

There's a warbled scream that shouts out and it takes you far too long to realize it was your own.

Your heart is beating faster than ever as the unrelenting assault continues. Blood pounding in your head as you thrash about as much as possible.

Frigid water fills your nose, your throat, leaving you gasping for air.

Your fingers claw at the table, catching splinters of wood in the nailbed.

Your head feels full as though it's floating in the ocean during a storm.

Gasping and screaming when you could manage it, lungs drowning underneath the punishing weight as it rained down upon you, your body fighting against the riptide.

It went on and it went on.

Unrelenting.

Neverending.

Right at the precipice – when your screams were silent, your limbs motionless, the cruel waves kept drowning you underneath the tide – right as you became certain of one thing and one thing only: this was the end. Just as you arrived at that conclusion – it all went away. Dissipated into thin air.

You were floating into a fog, light as could be.

The dulcet tones of singing children at Jack's spring recital, as he waves at you from the stage.

The team at Karaoke night, drunk as can be, singing out of sync.

The rooftop in Ibiza, legs dangling as you sat between John and Julian, a bottle passed between the three of you.

Ricky picking you up at midnight, watching the sun rise over the sea with the boys huddled around you.

Aaron in the kitchen, his beautiful voice humming along to the music.

Aaron on the plane next to you, his hand held tightly in yours.

Aaron peacefully asleep beside you, his chest rising and falling, the richness of his warmth enveloping you entirely.

His face was the last thing you saw.

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illneverrecover · 4 years

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going deeper (m) | myg

➛pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader ➛genre: demon!AU, devil!AU, smut. ➛word count: 2342 ➛rating: M because we goin FULL SMUT YALL. ➛warnings: I mean for smut it’s pretty soft, actually. fingering, vaginal intercourse (unprotected), heavy petting, biting, marking, slight mentions of a certain Jeon Jungkook, some possessiveness, mentions of wings used during sex (not the way you’re thinking, though). ➛summary: You always miss Yoongi when he’s gone, and he’s always gone too long, every time he goes away. ➛notes: This was my piece written for the @ksmutclub ‘s secret admirer project, in which I was given the lovely @sunkoos to seduce and serenade. That mostly meant I sent her vague asks on anon in attempts to flirt and get to know her a bit better while she kindly responded acting like I wasn’t an entire embarrassment. Bless her. I hope you had fun with me this past month or so, Nas, and I hope you enjoy this fic! I tried to make it soft & smutty, just what the doctor ordered. Happy Valentine’s Day, bb! ➛song: Black Swan - BTS (obviously, come on).

His touch is so soft you almost don’t feel it.

A ghost, a breath pressed against your pulse point, your jaw. Pillowy lips trailing an invisible path, tongue sweeping out to taste the subtle sweetness of your skin.

“Yoongi?”

Vibrations rumble against your throat as he hums his affirmation, focused on his task. He is feather light, a gentle breeze - and yet your skin heats rapidly, fire brimming just below the surface.

Dragging your hands from under the covers, you lace them around his neck, letting your fingers trace up and down his spine, opening your eyes to drink him in. It’s late, unfathomably dark, and yet there was just enough light to make out every sharp outline of his features. He’s shirtless, which was a welcome surprise, his exposed skin delicious under your touch.

“Did you miss me?” he murmurs, voice raspy as if he had been talking for hours.

Sighing, you let your hands smooth to his front, tracing at the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I guess…”

He nips at your collarbone in retaliation, your answering squeal the exact response he was looking for. Pulling away to peer down at you, you can’t help but reach out to touch his face, his lips.

“I always miss you. You’re always gone for so long.”

His stare is intense, impossibly deep, and for a moment the worry of saying too much crosses your mind. It was his job, you chastise yourself, searching his gaze. The job he loves.

Something flashes in those dark eyes, something you almost place - pain? - before it’s gone, a smirk pulling the sides of his mouth. “I know, love. But I’m here now.”

Nothing but a gasp has time to pass through your lips before he’s pressed against them, nipping and licking until he gains the entrance he seeks. He kisses you hard, deep, tongue swirling like it won’t be satisfied until it knows every inch of your mouth. Hips rolling, you reach to pull him down, closer, always closer - until he’s lain atop of you, knees wedged between your own.

Trailing from your pout, he sucks at your throat, biting the spot he knows makes you weak until it blooms in violet. “The kid still taking good care of you?” he rasps, lips forming the words against tender skin.

The kid. It takes your brain a moment to work through the thickened lust and comprehend the words, the puzzle piece finally clicking in place. Ah, he means his colleague, Jungkook. The one he assigned to watch over you in his absence, to guard and protect, to make sure you wanted for nothing.

You were fond of Jungkook, that was certain. His big brown eyes were wide and always dancing with mischief, and between that and his charming smile, he was hard to resist. Friendship occurred naturally, and you found yourself seeking him out more and more as time went on. Tasks you previously enjoyed alone, you now did with Jungkook at your side - his humor and wit the perfect addition to the metonity of the daily grind. The truth was that in Yoongi’s absence, Jungkook was a welcomed familiar face, and you felt yourself growing close to him in a way you hadn’t expected.

Smiling, your fingers find the soft dark strands at his nape. “Yes, he is still taking good care of me, just like you asked.”

“Good.”

“Sometimes I wish he’d take better care of me, if you know what I mean, but I guess it’ll do-”

A sharp sting at your neck had you yelping once more, a laugh already at the tip of your tongue. Instead of rage or jealousy, mirth glows in Yoongi’s lust blown gaze. “If that’s what you want, I’m sure it could be arranged. The kid certainly wouldn’t complain.”

Eyes widening, you glare at the man above you, mouth agape. You’re stuttering through a response when he interrupts, pulling away from your throat to peer down at you. “But we both know that’s not what you really want, is it?”

The smile on his face is maddening, wide and genuine, all gums and hidden secrets. Fire lights low in your belly, and you have the sudden urge to prove yourself to the powerful man above you.

It only takes a well placed leg around his hips and a strong tug of your wrist to change your positions, legs now straddling his lap as you earn the higher ground. A small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you have only achieved this because he allowed you to, but you shove it away.

“Oh yeah? And what is it that I really want?”

A warm palm slides up your legs to the back of your thighs, toying dangerously at the apex, just under the hem of your large sleep shirt. Breath catching, you close your eyes to the touch, drunk on lithe fingers and a tell tale hardness pressed to the inside of your thigh.

He watches you then; the way you slow blink until your eyes roll back, the purse of your pout as you sigh out a whisper of his name, brow creasing slightly when he raises his hips to press against your tender heat. Every single inch of you was art, beautiful poetry, and it was easy for Yoongi to get lost in his thoughts as he let you settle over him like a new skin.

It’s as he ghosts one long digit over the wetness clinging to your core that he speaks again. “You want me to touch you, right here,” his thumb swipes against your clit, punctuating his words as you mewl. “You want me to touch you here with my hands and my mouth until you come, until you’re ready to take my cock.”

Whining, you drop your head to his shoulder, allowing your focus to fall to the smooth glide of your pelvis against his own. You’re too worked up to answer, instead dragging your lips in a mirror image of the bruises he had left on your throat, hoping he would heal slow enough to let the love bites take root.

“Hmm, is that what you want, love? Want me to ruin you, fuck you so good you can’t even think about another man, can’t imagine them touching you?”

It was with his final word that he spun you again, moving so quickly you barely had time to register the switch until you were pressed faced down in the mattress, hips pulled to rest with your ass in the air.

He leans over you, the hardness pressed against your ass now free of any fabric - when did he take those off? - naked and warm and demanding attention. His body covers yours, lips ghosting at the shell of your ear. “I’ll give you what you want. I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to, who you will rule beside.”

Biting your lip to suppress your moan, you rock back against him, seeking the friction your body so desperately required, fully intoxicated on your want, your need for him. It was like you had been made perfectly for him, a simple word or hint of a gesture enough to have you dripping and ready for more.

Always so perfect for him.

Ripping away your panties, his fingers glide over your silk core, dipping in just enough to hear you gasp. You didn’t want to play games, didn’t want to drag this out - just wanted him, all of him inside of you.

“Yoongi, please, I’m ready-” a swipe against your engorged bundle of nerves causes you to keen, head lolling forward. “I need you inside me, please, please-”

With a groan, he pulls his hips back, sliding inside of you with the ease of being welcomed home. His fingers remained at your apex, swirling and pinching in time with his slow thrusts, the suddenness of being so full causing your knees to shake.

His remaining free hand travels up and down your spine, pausing for brief moments to hold you in place for his assault against your body, before returning up to your throat to wrap around with a gentle squeeze. He was everywhere, lips and teeth and hands, surrounding and suffocating you with the sweetest poison, the greatest addiction. You couldn’t get enough, being filled with him and yet wanting more, always wanting more.

Yoongi’s moans were softer, lower, but the sound still caused goosebumps to raise on your arms, his pleasured grunts and praise enough to send you over the edge without a single touch from him. Part of you wonders if that’s just some of his appeal, a piece of his power over you, but you know regardless of his status, you would have fallen for Yoongi long ago.

Picking up the pace, he slams his pelvis into you repeatedly, furiously pistoning in and out of you while never losing rhythm. A skilled and attentive lover, always making sure you were a breath away from crumbling for him, curses and his name always ready on the tip of your tongue.

“Tell me, love. What are you thinking about, hmm?”

His voice is black velvet, and you clench at the words, turning your head so you could pant out a response. He never slows, fingers still rubbing mewls out of you, cock lodged deep within your aching cunt.

“I’m thinking about you, Yoongi. How ah- amazing you are. How much I love you.”

As if that was the phrase he was waiting to hear, he hisses, a mumble of your name echoing in the room. Through closed eyes, you feel the room darkening, a sudden shadow casting over your form, and a grin pulls at your lips.

His wings.

You always loved when he showed them, let them unfurl and expand until there was no mistaking what he was, who he was. They were bigger than you had expected, feathers a deep inky black that reflected blue and purple in the right light, like a beautiful oil spill. He tended to keep them hidden, his power abundant enough that it could be done without more than a mere thought, but when he let them show, when he let down the invisible wall - it meant he was comfortable. He was at ease. He felt he could be himself, with you.

The thought made your heart swell.

Craning your neck, he was a vision behind you - chest naked and glistening, twilight strands of his hair in disarray and matted against his forehead, lips kiss bitten and swollen. His eyes however weren’t closed, instead sharp gaze was focused on your face, your body, as his wings open and expand to their full glory. He was every embodiment of otherworldly, truly an angel, your angel, your fallen prince.

His hips falter when his eyes land on yours, when he sees how intently you stare at him. Adoration floods his veins, his desire to give you the world to rule as you see fit only second to the overwhelming need to protect you, love you.

“I love you too, baby.” he husks, tongue darting out to lick his lips. His fingers that had been pressed to your fevered heat seemed to double in speed, your eyes snapping closed against the pleasure. “Come for me, love. I need you to come for me.”

You were so close, the precipice within your reach, his utterances only hurtling you towards the end. It was when he leaned over your body once more, lips suckling at the soft space where your neck and shoulder met, his wings cocooning your tangled forms that you finally felt the band in your belly snap, orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. You could feel how hard you were clenching him, the way your thighs began to shake under his punishing movement, and you let out a final cry of his name.

“Yoongi-!”

The high pitched hum had him spilling inside of you, slowing to pump you full of him with staccato thrusts and groans of his own. When he was sure you were entrenched in nothing but him and his scent, he collapsed, sticky body laying on top of your own, his wings slowly moving to wrap you fully.

Moments like this were some of your favorites, silence with the exception of tandem pants and gasps for air, hearts thrumming fiercely in your chests as they struggle to return to normal. Yoongi was always tender, almost delicate in how he handled you, but in the minutes after showing you his love with his body he became exceptionally so. Cooing, he dotes over you, pressing soft open mouthed kisses on every available inch of skin as you catch your breath.

“I’m sorry, you know.” His voice is a whisper, but his eyes are sharp, watching. “For always being gone, for leaving you here alone. I know Jungkook helps some, but it’s not the same as me just being here, and I wish-”

Leaning forward, you shush him with your lips against his. “It’s okay, Yoongi. I understand why you’re busy, why you’re gone. You’re the King of Hell. Your people, your fellow Fallen - they need you.”

Raising a hand, you trace the delicate lines of his jaw, his lips. “I need you too, of course. But I can always wait until you're done,” He turns his face into your touch until you’re cupping his cheek, thumb smoothing his temple. “I’ll always wait for you.”

Yoongi smiles then, one of his face changing, soul warming smiles, his wings raising to slowly fold against his back. He wants to tell you that he’d give it all up if you asked, walk away from any responsibility, any promise of power, if only you required him to never leave your bed. He wants to weep at your feet, tell you all the ways you changed his blackened heart, his damned soul.

Instead, he rests his forehead against yours, a final promise spoken in the air between you.

“And I’ll always come home to you.”

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💛⚜️Pᴀʀᴛ 1: Tᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ⚜️💛 (From my Wattpad)

A/N: Ok, this was something a mutual of mine said here on Tumblr, and I decided to write a oneshot about it. Might be very VERY slight angst, nothing bad enough to actually be put under that umbrella though, anyways, enjoy this, and ty for the reads! :)

CW: MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEGRADATION, AND MORE FOUL WORDS THAN USUAL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

B/N: Your Mother's boyfriend's name

M/N: Mother's name

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"Oi, Y/N! Go get me another pack of beer from the store!"

"Yes father!" Damn that pig looking bitch. I'm just some fucking girl, trying to protect her mom from this demon of a person! Heck, he's not EVEN a person! He's the devil himself!! Man, I wish dad was here...

When you were in about 7th grade, your real father got killed in a massacre a couple cities over. He was not only a police officer, but a great father and husband as well. He treated you and your mother amazingly, and you thought life couldn't get anymore perfect, but soon that all went down hill. After his death, your mother's health depleted and she felt empty inside. She needed somebody else to make her complete. She decided to call an old friend from high school, and next thing you know he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy at first, but soon enough he was beating you guys mercilessly, enough to leave large bruises and scars whenever you didn't do exactly what he asked, in your eyes though, it was more of an order. You hated being ordered around, but you hated your mother getting beaten around even more. It seemed like a blessing that he hasn't tried to rape her, but god knows what he'll do, he's unpredictable

With all of this happening, you decided to tell him you were doing some "extra curricular" classes in college, but what you were actually doing was taking the Hunter's Exam and learning nen. Your biological father was kind-hearted and fun to be around, but he was also strict and sometimes a bit harsh, though he always meant well. Before his passing, all three of you would go out on the weekends to train, exercise, or do something that would enhance your body power and brain power. Because of this, all of you were exceptionally smart, and bodies all well toned. Sometimes your excursions would be going to a park and practicing a sport, driving to the snow and sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and every once in a while going to another state to zip line, try animal encounters, or take a family friendly class in that state's heritage and customs.

Since you were accustomed to hard core training and events, you thought the Hunter's Exam was quite fun, and was a test to your skills. After that, you were scouted out by a strong nen user by the name of Biscuit Krueger. You and her had lots of fun training, and with her pushing your limits to the utmost best, you turned out to be a specialist.

(Whenever I imagine myself in Hunter x Hunter, this is always my nen type and stuff LMAO)

Your power was called, Black shadow. You could have up to 10 weapons on hand, completely subjected to doing your bidding. These weapons were linked to you through blood, and they were surrounded with a substance that appeared to be black mist. The weapons you most preferred to practice with and use were your katana, blood string, and scythe. You could also make a weapon yours by cutting a fingertip and letting the blood drip onto the weapon, altering the appearance then gaining that black "mist", showing that it was now yours. The downside to this technique was that those "shadows and mist remnants" were your sleep. The darkness in your mind and the shadows all around you were taken and used for that power. In turn, you were always tired, yawning, and had bags under your eyes. Another plus side though was that you had a nen created chamber that had every weapon you owned. A girl can have some fun toys, can't she? You had tools for torture (whenever you took an opportunity to try it), many varieties of weapons, and of course, more snacks. But unlike B/N, you didn't have just fatty snacks. You had regeneration potions, healthy snacks, and special nen created "snacks" to help with different things, which all of these you had collected through pulling some strings. Your mother was worried, but you said it was all just college things. Yeah, just college things..

Ill make that pig bitch pay for what he has done to my mother!

Feitan POV -or whats going on with him- :

"What time, is it.."

"8 AM Fei!"

"Shut up, green eyes, too loud."

"Oh Fei don't be rude! It's mean!"

"That's, the point."

"Oh wait, Shalnark, what this?"

"What do you mean?"

"This... gold string?"

"OI SHALNARK, FEITAN, COME ERE' REAL QUICK!"

"Phinks, what, do you, want-" Phinks just ignored his question and pointed to the TV.

This is Channel 12, reporting live from York New City Town Square. People all over the city are claiming to be seeing a string tied to their left ring finger, leading them to some unknown destination! What is this string? Who put it there?-

"AY AY IM ON TV! THE STRING THINGY JUST LEAD ME TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND NOW WERE DATING! SUPER AWESOME!"-

I apologize for the interference, but this string appears t be leading people to.. partners? Soulmates? Find out tomorrow morning, this is Amy Starwick from Channel 12, signing out.

"What. The. FUCK."

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS HOLY SHIT FEITAN YOU HAVE A SOULMATE!!"

"Nope-"

"YESS YOU DOOOOOOO"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHEERY BITCH-"

"No❤️" Since Feitan was on his last nerve with Shalnark, he decided to stomp over towards Chrollo in the main room, but Chrollo just chuckled.

"Wanna go find your soulmate? See if that things real?" Feitan just stared at the ground, lightly shifting his feet.

"Go ahead, I don't mind."

"Just, doing it, out of, curiosity."

"Mhm, curiosity, go find them." And with that, he was dismissed. Feitan wanted to say it was curiosity, but deep down he had this feeling there was something else, but what was it? It made his stomach tingle and he didn't like it one bit. He tried to ignore all of this, and just shrugged it off...

꧁꧂꧁꧂TimeSkip to Next Day꧁꧂꧁꧂

Your POV + some Feitan POV:

"Alright, today's the day, he'll be at his work, and on his break, i'll set the plan in motion.." Both me and mom don't like him, and I don't know about her, but I sure hate him, every ounce of him. The plan is simple: 1. Capture mom's boyfriend, 2. Take him to an abandoned building, 3. Torture him and get all of the answers I need, and 4. Kill him. His break is at 12, and he usually goes to get takeout every other Friday, what a pig. I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

Time: 11:30 AM

Ok, I have everything ready. Fully energized to the utmost extent, Elixirs to bring him back in case he passes out too early, and- what? He's leaving for lunch early? PERFECT! You ran behind some buildings and hid in a two-way alleyway, waiting for him to pass by...

Here we go..

One..

Two..

THREE!

You covered his head with a sack, and took his phone out of his back pocket. Before heading over to your post, you laced the inside of the sack with some sleeping powder and pressed it against his nose and mouth. Within moments he passed out, and you typed in what you hoped to be his password, which was correct. Around 12:30, you were going to text one of his coworkers that he would be "going to a restaurant across town, and ditching work for a day, not wanting to see his stupid good for nothing girlfriend or his dumb daughter." You knew he called you both this because of going through his text messages when he wasn't looking or when he was sleeping. Little did you know that somebody was watching you from afar.

"Hmm... So, she, my, what do people, call it.. soulmate? Seems, interesting..."

Time: 12:00 PM

"Jesus, I new he was a fat ass but I didn't know he weighed this much!" You were tugging him from his legs through the back ways of York New. You wanted to find a secluded area, where once you were done with him you could just toss him somewhere for the birds and maggots to eat. After walking for what seemed like hours, you came across a set of abandoned buildings, specifically the one you laid out some extra things. A couple extra weapons, some towels, a change of clothes, a chair and some rope, a couple of flashlights, and of course, some snacks. Lucky for you, the douchebag you've been dragging around like a rag doll was still out cold, so you picked him up and tossed him on the chair, tying his wrists, ankles and neck to the chair.

"Maaannn, this is boring!! When the hell are you gonna wake up?!" As if on queue, you saw his eyes start to flutter open, and you immediately grabbed your box cutter. It wasn't a weapon used by your nen, but it was quite effective.

"What.. who.. wait- Y/N!? WHAT THE FUCK?! UNTIE ME NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS!!" you didn't notice it, but Feitan was watching from the building over.

What, the fuck? Why she kidnap him? That pig? Why? Confusing, gotta keep, watching.

You shoved the box cutter into his left cheek, and you bathed in the glory of hearing his screams of pain.

"How does this feel, you bitch? Everything you've done to my dear mother, everything you've done to me, and heck, YOU WERE PROBABLY BEHIND MY DAD'S MURDER DURING THAT FUCKING MASSACRE!!" B/N noticed the tears in your eyes, and took this to his advantage.

"So what if I was? Both of your parents were pathetic anyways."

"NO THEY AREN'T! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY MOTHER'S LIKE THIS NOW! YOUR THE FUCKING REASON FOR EVERYTHING SHITTY THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!!"

"Heh, hehe.. hahaHAHAHA! YOU KNOW GOD DAMNED WELL THAT ALL OF YOU ARE PATHETIC! WANNA KNOW WHY I GOT WITH YOUR MOM!? BECAUSE SHES HOT. AND SHE HAD GOOD MONEY FROM YOUR FUCKING DAD. YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS GONNA DO?! YOU KNOW WHY I TOOK OFF EARLY TODAY?! I WAS GONNA RAPE YOUR MOTHER AND MAKE YOU WATCH, THEN KILL BOTH OF YOU AND RUN OFF WITH ALL OF YOUR MONEY!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S IRONIC?! I DON'T HAVE ONE. SINGLE. FUCKING. REGRET. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAD, YOU SOULDN'T HAVE HAD THE NERVE TO DO THIS, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED!!"

You couldn't handle this anymore, tears were falling down your face rapidly as you grabbed the duct tape and closed his mouth shut.

"I don't give a fuck about what you say.. I'm going to kill you here. This is your grave. Someday, I'll join you in hell, and when I do, I'll torture you again, and the Devil will laugh. You just watch and ducking wait you, you.. PATHETIC WORTHLESS PIG ASS SLOPPY ASS NASTU FUCKING BITCH!" With that, you grabbed a couple super worms in each hand and shoved them into his ears. Even with the duct tape, you could hear his screams of agony as the worms dug deeper into his ears. You then got our your katana and slashed him across the stomach, and shoved even more worms into that open wound of his. Quickly, you poured a large bottle of the elixir you had brought over him to keep him from dying so quickly. Box cutter still in hand, you carved small lines all over his arms and legs, then ripped off the tape to hear his desperate cries. You imagined he wanted to be dead, but you didn't care. His pain and you pain mixed together and you just started laughing. You through your head back and let yourself laugh. all of the pain this man has caused you and your mom will be repayed today.

But the pressure and stress was too much to handle. Your laughing of victory soon turned into screams and more tears, as you let yourself fall to the ground, not even noticing you didn't hit it hard, something had caught you, or someone..

What the shit am I doing?

Am I really going to kill him?

What's wrong with me?

What will mother think?

What would dad do?

What am I doing with my life?

You soon snapped out of all of those negative thoughts though, as you noticed something caressing your face lightly.

"Rest, now. He, won't die, so quickly. I'm, Feitan." You were a sniffling and crying mess, so all you could do was rush into Feitan's chest and cry. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He had no idea what he was doing, for he had only seen this kind of skin on skin contact in movies. So, he did what those people in the movies did.

"Don't, worry... It's all, going to be.. okay."

Word Count (Including author notes, etc) : 2251

-Wrote February 3, 2021-

Unedited sorry about that lol-

Part 1...

#hxh #hxh oneshot #hunterxhunter #feitan #feitanportor #pov #feitanxreader

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Channel Eden: Live (1) (M)

Summary: Welcome to Channel Eden, a live broadcast where your sessions are recorded live and shared across the space station Illume, where all human life is located. During this time, you will be paired with other Kiwanos and Roses for private time, allowing you to rise up in the ranks and gain more attention. Remember, consent is our #1 priority!

Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, live cam sex, broadcasted sex, rough sex, fingering, scratching, oppa kink, slight orgasm denial, Yoongi’s hidden cum kink, creampie

Word Count: 2.7K

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Ding!

Floor 32...

The automated voice resonated through the small elevator, your back pressed up against the chromium walls as you let out a sigh. Fingers traced over the thrumming wristband around your wrist, the screen inside blinking a few times when the elevator doors opened, revealing the first floor of the shop inside the building. A few dozen people, men and women, spread out around the floor, looking through the numerous items displayed on the shelves.

You stepped out of the elevator, craning your neck to take in the view of the shop and all of its products. Lined along the glass shelves were handcuffs, both soft and steel, while the center circular shelf held more intimate sex toys, like vibrators and magic wands. Against the wall were clothing racks filled with lingerie, a few women already sifting through them, looking for the perfect fit.

With a sigh, you lifted your arm to view your wristband, which was blinking once again, this time displaying the words:

CONGRATULATIONS ON BECOMING A ROSE! CLAIM A FREE ITEM AT THE SHOP!

Not knowing what to claim, you wandered around the shop, avoiding the stares of others as you looked at the products, wondering which to buy. You were new to the program, so you didn’t really have any idea on how this worked.

A voice on the intercom suddenly came on, announcing that there were only five minutes left until the next matching. Hurriedly, you picked up some white lingerie with red bows and held your wristband to the electronic tag, the device buzzing twice before a message came up saying:

YOU HAVE CLAIMED ITEM #4035659. PLEASE CHOOSE A KIWANO AT THE BOOTH.

You quickly walked over to the machine in the corner of the room, holding your wristband to the scanner to verify your identity. As a first time Rose, you had the luxury of choosing your first partner. Afterwards, it was all up to the AI. You swiped through the potential matches, a few of them catching your eye until you came across a Korean man. His hair was black as the night, bangs grazing against his brows, and his jawline perfectly sculpted his face. He had small, gentle eyes, and a slight smile on his thin lips.

Your heart jolted at the sight of him. Almost immediately you pressed REQUEST, and after a few moments of waiting nervously for the result, the machine dinged and your request was accepted.

KIWANO #6094 HAS BEEN CHOSEN. PROCEED TO THE AUDITORIUM.

Your lips raised into a small smile as you headed back into the elevator, taking it down to the very first floor. When you exited, the auditorium was almost fully packed and the lights were already dimming indicating you barely just made it in time. You hurried into a seat near the back and turned your attention to the screen, which flashed white for a moment before the presentation came on.

WELCOME TO CHANNEL EDEN: LIVE! YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO A PRODIGIOUS PROGRAM WHERE YOU CAN FIND NEW PARTNERS AND GET INTIMATE, ALL THE WHILE BEING BROADCASTED TO OUR CHANNEL. AS A FIRST TIME USER, YOU ARE ABLE TO CHOOSE YOUR FIRST PARTNER. MAKE IT COUNT! AFTER TODAY, LEAVE THE MATCHUPS TO OUR AI! EVERY TIME YOU HAVE A SESSION, YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO RAISE UP IN THE RANKS TO POSSIBLY MEET UP WITH OUR MOST POPULAR KIWANOS AND ROSES. YOU WILL EARN CREDITS BASED ON HOW WELL YOUR SESSION IS RECEIVED BY THE AUDIENCE, WHICH CAN BE USED TO BUY NEW ITEMS AT THE SHOP. REMEMBER, CONSENT IS OUR #1 PRIORITY. HAVE FUN!

The lights were turned on and simultaneously, everyone’s wristbands pinged, the loud sound echoing through the auditorium. You looked down to your wristband, and the man’s face from before came up, along with a floor and room number.

Floor 6, Room 78…

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, standing up to head to the elevator, moving along with the crowd. You packed into an elevator with at least ten other people and stared at the ceiling until you reached Floor 6, then you squeezed through the packed elevator and exited into the hallway. Your bag from the shop was slightly crumpled, but the lingerie inside was still intact thankfully.

You made your way down the hall, all the while looking at the room numbers until you found the 70’s hall, and evidently your assigned room. Holding your wristband up to the lock pad, your wristband buzzed and the device on the wall dinged, and lo and behold, the door had opened, revealing the room inside.

With trepidation, you stepped inside, but quickly realized there was no one else in the room. You shrugged, assuming the man was still on his way. After all, the building was filled almost to its capacity. You’re surprised the station didn’t topple over in the sky yet. You set your bag down on the counter, and decided to change into the lingerie, then wait on the bed.

After a few minutes, the door opened and you jumped from the sudden sound, but your fear turned to wonder as the man stepped inside. He looked even more beautiful in person. His skin was golden and glowing in the light. His body was lean and muscular, his biceps showing through his skin-tight long sleeved shirt. He smiled at you, then set his own bag on the counter before turning back to you.

“Hi. Are you Rose #7948?” The man asked, and you nodded after a moment of thought to recall your number.

“My name is Y/N,” You said, reaching your hand out to shake his. His hand wrapped around yours, his skin cold, but still comforting.

“Yoongi. Is this your first time?”

“Yeah.” You looked over to the television screen against the wall, where the room was being displayed, you and Yoongi both facing each other with an awkward tension. The camera above the screen buzzed slightly, zooming in on your face. “Is it your first time?”

“No, I’ve been registered here for about five months. Didn’t really have many sessions though.”

Yoongi’s eyes traveled across your body, taking in the sight of you sitting beneath him, your dark skin standing out from the white lingerie. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and his eyes darkened ever so slightly.

“That’s surprising. You’re really attractive,” You said, not even realizing the bluntness of your comment. Yoongi simply laughed, his shoulders raising with each giggle.

“I never really found anyone I was attracted to…” Yoongi hummed, suddenly pressing his knee beside you, slightly leaning over you. You gulped nervously. Honestly, you had expected some average looking man to be matched up with you, but little did you know you had the power to choose your partner. And boy, you were not disappointed. “Until now.”

Yoongi grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed, hovering over you with a smirk on his face. Your eyes widened and you yelped slightly from the sudden action, a blush creeping over your face. Why were you so anxious? It’s not like you’d never had sex before. But then again, you’d never had sex with such an attractive man.

Yoongi’s hand slipped down your arms, raising them above your head to pin them to the mattress. His eyes drank up your image once more before speaking.

“I like to do it rough. Are you okay with that?” Yoongi asked, tilting his head slightly. You nodded and he smiled, then he crashed his lips down onto yours, his fingers tightening around your wrists. The hunger he had for you was well enough contained, barely slipping through his unaffected demeanor - at least until now. The way he moved his lips against yours in passion showed just how excited he was to be with you.

Yoongi slipped his tongue into your mouth, and while your tongues jousted, he grinded his hips into yours, notifying you of the growing tent in his pants. You let loose a small moan, to which Yoongi swallowed up, and smiled, knowing he was already doing a good job at pleasing you. You turned your head to the side as Yoongi attached his lips to your jawline, sucking and nipping at the skin. Your eyes landed upon his bag from the shop, and you quickly spoke up.

“Wait! What did you buy?” You asked. Yoongi raised his head, looked at his bag, then back at you, shaking his head slightly with a wry laugh.

“It’s just lube. We won’t need it. I’ll have you dripping and ready for me soon enough,” Yoongi smirked as he let go of your wrists, sliding one hand down beneath your panties to swipe his fingers against your heat. You shuddered against his cold touch, arching your back slightly as you let out a whine. It had been so long since you’ve felt the touch of another human being. “You look so beautiful in this, baby girl.”

Yoongi slowly teased your slit with his fingers, spreading your lower lips and brushing his thumb against your clit before he suddenly slipped two fingers into your heat, simultaneously capturing your mouth with his again, swallowing your moans. He drummed them in and out of you at a quick pace, stretching you slightly to ready your body for him.

Even though he had just started, something about the way his fingers moved and curled inside of you, and the fact that such a beautiful man was pleasuring you, you already felt your stomach tightening.

“Cumming so quickly? I barely just started,” Yoongi laughed against your lips. You whined and squirmed underneath him, one of your hands reaching up to grab the back of his neck. Your mouth fell open, a silent moan escaping as Yoongi’s fingers curled inside you, hitting your sweet spot. In no time, you were soaked, your hand gripping the bedsheets as you felt yourself nearing your climax.

Unfortunately, Yoongi could tell and he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you a whimpering mess. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking your glistening nectar off of them, his eyes locked onto you as he did so. He stood up and began taking off his clothes, nearly falling over while he wriggled out of his tight leather pants. After a moment, he was fully bare before you, your eyes wandering to his strained cock. You shimmied out of your panties, throwing them off to the side.

“This is the way oppa likes you best, baby girl,” Yoongi growled, crawling over you again, the tip of his cock brushing over your core. You bucked your hips up, wanting to feel him inside you already, but he simply laughed at your eagerness and quickly kissed your lips before he gripped his cock and lined himself up with your entrance. “You ready?”

You nodded profusely, just wanting to feel him already. He smiled and pressed his tip against your entrance, then roughly slammed into you, sending your body upwards slightly. His hands moved to your hips, holding you in place as you cried out, throwing your head back into the sheets. Your heat was throbbing at this point, as his rough entry was suddenly stretching you out after months of being celibate.

“God, you’re perfect,” Yoongi moaned in your ear. “So fucking wet for oppa, baby.”

Yoongi snapped his hips up, pushing his cock further into you, eliciting a sinful moan from you. You brought your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he began to set a rough pace. His fingers dug into your sides as he let out small grunts in time with his punishing thrusts. You gasped, nails dragging down his back as he sped up, fucking into you with ease.

Your pants and moans filled the room along with the sound of your thighs meeting his skin. You felt your wristband buzz a few times, but you barely even noticed due to the pool of pleasure you were swimming in. Yoongi lifted your leg slightly, ramming into you with incredible speed. You pinched your eyes shut, moaning loudly as the tip of his cock hit your g-spot.

Every movement of his hips felt like pure heaven, and the burning hunger lingering in your body could barely be contained anymore. Yoongi let out a hiss as you scratched his back again, so caught up in the pleasure that you didn’t even notice you’d scratched hard enough to draw blood. Yoongi still kept pumping into you, focused on pleasuring you.

“Yoongi!” You whimpered, earning a curse from the man slamming into you from above.

“Fuck, say my name again,” Yoongi growled, digging his nails into your skin. “God, you feel so good around me.”

“Oppa~”

Just that one word had Yoongi growling again, his hands lifting your legs over his shoulders before he thrusted into you again, this time much deeper. Your hands fell to the mattress, and you gripped at the bedsheets as Yoongi pounded your heat. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and down his neck, highlighting his features.

You felt a tight coil beginning to form in your gut, and your body was slowly unraveling with bliss. Yoongi cursed and moved one hand down between your legs, thumb rubbing quick circles into your clit. You clenched around his length, and he let out a deep groan, returning your action with a particularly deep thrust.

“You close, baby?” Yoongi hummed, biting his lower lip as he stared at you underneath him, your breasts bouncing with each of his harsh thrusts. You nodded, whining slightly, making Yoongi twitch inside you. “You want me to cum inside you? Pump your tight little pussy full of cum?”

“Yes! Yes!” You screamed, throwing your head back at Yoongi’s relentless pounding.

Yoongi groaned and quickened the pace of his thumb against your clit, along with his hips, which moved fluidly and swiftly. You shut your eyes, nearly spilling over the edge when Yoongi pinched your clit, ultimately making you squeeze around him in rapturous climax. You cried out his name and arched your back as your walls pulsated around his cock, the feeling itself sending Yoongi over the edge as well. As he slammed into you one last time, you shuddered as his cum filled your tight hole.

“Fuck!” Yoongi gasped, his cock twitching inside of you.

You both laid there, taking a moment to breathe when Yoongi eventually pulled out, his cum leaking out of your hole and onto the bedsheets below. You reached between your legs to taste a sample of the sticky fluid. Yoongi smiled, leaning over to kiss you one last time when both of your wristbands suddenly buzzed.

You lifted your wrist to see the following message on the screen of your wristband.

RANK UP! YOU ARE NOW RANK 3.

YOU HAVE RECEIVED 1053 CREDITS FOR YOUR SESSION!

You laughed and looked up at Yoongi, who turned his wristband to show you his rank and earnings, both of which were nearly tripled as much as yours. Your mouth hung open and he laughed, kissing your cheek.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have time to grow,” Yoongi assured you.

“Is it possible to have more than one round?” You asked seriously, and Yoongi laughed again.

“Nope, once each of us cums, the session’s over.” Yoongi looked over to the camera, then turned back to you, throwing a sneaky wink. “There are ways to cheat the system though.”

“Any way we could have another session?”

“Liked it that much, huh?” Yoongi stood up and reached for his clothes, slipping on his underwear as he answered with a head shake. “It’s all up to the AI.”

“Man, now I wish I’d paid more attention in my Programming classes. Could’ve hacked the system.”

Yoongi threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh, then he looked at you with bright eyes.

“Now that would get you banned. And if you wanna see me again, you definitely don’t want to get banned,” Yoongi said, smirking slightly.

“Well, here’s hoping the AI knows what it’s doing,” You sighed, and Yoongi nodded.

Despite your doubts about Channel Eden, it turned out signing up had been absolutely worth it. If every session was like this, there’s no way you’d want to leave. Little did you know - this was only the beginning of what may have been the best week of your life so far.

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Horrors below ch5

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: after Beverly's return, pennywise works to gain her trust as "Robert Grey" while also avoiding the cold rains of April. when unintentionally Beverly convinces him to question his very existence. what has lead him to become the monster so many children fear was below their beds? what will he do when he no longer wants to be that monster? can a monster truly become a human?

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language and gore

previous chap: Horrors below ch:4

next chap: Horrors below ch:6

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~ch:5 Adjustments~

The month of may ended and so did the drenching storms. Starting the bright sunny month of June going into the summer break of July.

Since that day his true self was revealed to Beverly he seemed to stop living.

Sitting out in the middle of the forest rain or shine. Not moving a muscle from his sitting spot on a rock. Locked still into his appearance of Grey now fully healed. The visiting summer fair did not tempt him from his isolation. Neither did the hollow feeling of hunger drive him anymore. He felt so cold in the beginning, but was now numb of everything. What to do now crossed his mind a few times. Should he go to sleep was one option, but he didn't want that. He didn't want to return to a cold nest … alone.

But what else was there to do? He didn't think he could handle seeing Bev in town. He wanted to avoid any place she'd be. Taking a deep breath he rose up from his seat. Deciding he would return to rest for another 27 years. Somewhat hoping Bev would leave Derry at that time or the pain in his chest would dull. Walking along the water to meet the river's mouth flowing down from his pipe entrance. His walk turning more into a sluggish trudge to his hidden destination. Each step he took feeling heavier than the last.

Passing through the pipe work up to his abandoned nest. Swallowing the lump in his throat to prepare himself for the next step. Accepting that Grey could no longer be, he shed the skin. Reforming the silver old suit lined with ruffles. The form he took pride in so long ago now sour in his mouth. The nest he called home now a junk pile he didn't want to be near. He stood there almost zombie-like staring down at the stone flooring. Working to gather energy to approach the final length of his destination.

The time passing by so fast for him now. It seemed to be morning only 5 minutes ago, but the bright colors of the sunset now filled the room's skylight. Even those warm colors seemed to linger for a split second. Disrupted by a storm rolling in filled by bright flashes of lightning. A rare sight in the month of July the common days filled by open sunny skies. This shift in atmosphere made him all the more pained in this cold place.

He couldn't take this. He had to see her one more time.

To say his goodbyes.

Maybe that would give him the final energy to sleep.

Turning around to walk back into the rainy night. Flashes of white highlighting him on his path. Stopping across the street from the house they once shared together. He could see her through the front kitchen window. Picking at a plate of food on the kitchen table they used to dine at. So many memories here causing him trouble keeping it together. The time escaped his grasp again. Beverly now gone from the kitchen and the house darkened of all light.

He stepped across the street through the flowing water against the curbs. Appearing past the front door to pause at the main room. Looking up the staircase that felt like climbing Mount Everest right now. His steps silent up along the stairs to down the hall. Stopping in front of the bedroom door. Taking in her wonderful scent escaping past the door. Somehow it both comforted and stung him being around the delicate scent of her. Taking one last moment before appearing in the room underneath the bed in hiding.

Remembering back to doing this regularly at seeing her hand hanging over the edge. The flash of lightning lighting up the rain covered window. The rain itself tapping against the cold glass. The warmth he felt against him as he stayed hidden underneath her sleeping form. His eyes going over the room turning back toward her hand.

Gazing over all the features of it. The smooth soft skin that was always so perfectly warm. The gentle hand holding she would share every moment with him. He reached a gloved hand up to take a gentle hold. Hovering just inches away ready to take it.

He looked down to the floor boards, unable to do it.

This was also like before in that he was using her. Lying the whole time to make her into some comfort without her knowing. His hand closed in on itself while retracting back. Aiming to leave for his long rest now.

Jolting to Beverly's hand grabbing his and not in a sleeping way. She grabbed his wrist to forcefully yank him out. He panicked at being pulled out, yanking back unintentionally pulling Beverly off the bed. Dragging her half way into the small space next to him. Her grip still iron tight on his wrist while her other hand latched onto his ruffled collar. He locked up in shock at what she did. The two of them now under the bed facing each other.

Her eyes locked focus onto his when she shouted. “you're not running away again!” Tears building into her eyes until they overflowed. Shutting them tightly in a turn away to sob half into her shoulder. Still refusing to let him go to allow a chance of him escaping.

He waited, backed against the wall for her to do something else. Her crying twisting a knot into his chest he couldn't take. Moving slowly to gently pull the rest of her under the bed. Shifting over in wrapping her into a hug against him. Letting her cry into his chest while they hugged each other. Rubbing her back to comfort all the while enjoying the warm embrace he missed so much.

Her cries slowed to a stop, but their embrace remained tight. As if letting go would mean losing the other forever. Both remaining silent as the storm raged outside through the night. Breaking by the golden rise of morning light over the room. He looked down to Beverly unsure of if she was sleeping or not. Face still deeply buried in his ruffled collar hiding any guess he could make off it. He kept to not moving as long as she didn't.

“what will happen now?” he thought. Could he still go to sleep now? Will she want to talk to him? Or will she scream that she hates him and how dare he come back. He will soon get his answers now that their alarm clock was going off. Causing them both to flinch at the sudden noise disturbing the peace. Beverly scrambled a little to yank the power cord from the wall. The calm returning after for a moment longer. It had to be broken by one of them eventually.

“ I am sorry.” he opened up first.

“... I've been looking for you.” speaking into his collar.

“ … are you mad at me?”

she sniffled. “i was, but it was really empty here after you left. After I couldn't find you I waited to see if you'd come back. I felt yesterday had to be it.”

“why then?”

“there was a storm. We always seem to meet during the rain.” the two letting out a small chuckle. He never realized that, but it was true that he kept meeting her as the rain started. “will you come downstairs?”

“as long as you want me to.” feeling strange about the whole situation. Was she still comfortable with him? Should he look more like Grey while he's here? Would she be afraid of him?

Taking his hand she led the way from under the bed down to the dining room. “Do you want coffee?” smiling awkwardly as she asked.

“sure. … how'd classes end?”

“really good, thanks to that thread you gave. … ” their conversation trailing along to avoid the elephant in the room. “ … what happened in the woods? The day you left?” starting somewhere on the topic.

“ah.” he sighed. “he took a dirty shot before a swing could be thrown. That's probably why he was so bold for a fight. He didn't last long after … I cleaned up so fast I forgot to …. uh ...” he trailed off. Touching the side of his face that was damaged then.

“why'd you start doing it?”

“it wasn't for any nice reasons.” he started, but by her expression he knew she probably guessed that already. “it also wasn't meant to last long. It started as just me wanting to be warm through the cold weather. With the end of April it was supposed to end.” pausing to carefully think over his words. “but I couldn't. I didn't really understand why at first. It wasn't about being warm anymore. I felt a pain when you were hurt in that factory. ... It grew from there. … I didn't want to be me anymore. Honestly even before this I was getting tired of it all. It was all I had though and I couldn't just sweep it all away. So I aimed to bury it and stay as Grey. Let it be forgotten with the time.”

“... do you still eat people?”

“yes, because I have to. I haven't eaten a child since waking back in April though. … and I truly don't want to go back to it.”

“that honestly settles a lot for me.” she smiled.

“what did you do after I left?”

“right after, I avoided coming home until it got too dark. The diner closed and so did everything else for the night. Came home unsure of how to feel. I was angry, then sad, then it all felt empty. I sat at the dinner table just waiting for you to get back so I could scream in your face about everything.” taking a moment to roughly swallow. “after about a week I was sitting there hoping you would come home.” sniffling down some building tears. “i guess I got past some things overly quick. Maybe it's because deep in the back of my mind I knew.”

“how'd you know?”

“ you weren't exactly normal. “prescription meat”?” holding in a laugh. “you also purred in your sleep, but I never mentioned it.”

“ah, I tried suppressing that. I must have zoned out too much to realize.”

“ … none of that “prescription meat” was in the fridge was it?” she asked more seriously.

“no, that was never brought home.”

“okay. … are you staying?”

“... would you like me to?”

“I would.” coming around the counter to hug him.

“okay, I will as long as you want me to.” tightly hugging her back. “do you want me to make breakfast?” asking to lighten the mood.

“please!” she playfully whined. “I've been eating instant ramen this entire time. I don't want the poor student diet anymore.”

“aww, you poor thing.” he joked. “Should we go shopping to restock the kitchen?”

she nodded. “i recently got a job at the diner. I've been scraping by on the money I get there under the table. I wasn't sure what I'd do when school started up again.”

“do you have to work today?”

“no, I will work in a few days. Part time, three days out of a week. since so many other students are rushing to snag a job there. I was lucky in snagging what I got.”

“weeeell, don't worry about that. I can get us around a lack of money.”

“i assumed, since I haven't seen any house bills. How'd you get this place?”

“it was up for sale. I just pulled a bunch of strings to make it mine.” leading her to leave the house. Allowing her to step out first in order for him to have the chance to change into Grey. Looking back to see why he stopped following she gave a quick look of concern at his false looks, but perked up again when he seemed to notice.

The look worried him on just how honest she was. Was she comfortable letting him stay? Maybe only relief he came back, but now reality was settling in. He wasn't Grey anymore, he was Pennywise without any make up in her eyes.

“how'd you learn how to cook? I doubt you have a stove to cook with in that wagon of yours.”

“I do, although it's a classic iron, wood burning one.” he chuckled. “I learn pretty quickly if I can read about it. People throw out cook books all the time. Although I did slip on a few recipes. The pizza I skipped on the handling process. I did much better on making everything else.”

“really? I didn't see any stove when I got a peek inside.” raising an eyebrow.

“I can change what's inside. I have my own little space down there that I can relax in.”

“can I come see?”

“uh, sure. If you want to.” surprised she wanted to go down there with him after the last time wasn't so pleasant for either side.

“I've already been down there pretty recently. It was the first place I went when I was looking for you. Where were you? Did you leave Derry for a while?”

“no. I was out in the woods. I was avoiding everything while I sat out there. I was getting ready to leave, but wanted to give you one last visit before I did.” he confessed.

“glad you did.” smiling as she took up his hand as they walked.

“me too.” he smiled back. “any idea what you'd like for breakfast?”

“don't know. whatever you make I am sure I'll love.”

“yes, but I would like to make something you'd really like.” jokingly bumping her shoulder with his.

Receiving a returning playful bump. “I'd really like some bacon. Real non dehydrated meat off the stove.”

“good choice.” he nodded. Picking up a couple packages as the first thing on their shopping trip. He was the one to lead on grabbing things to fill up a cart. Beverly has not changed since the last time they shopped. Grabbing only what she needed and requiring a bit of coaxing from him to grab some pleasure items.

Picking up her favorite chocolate along with showing him his favorite cotton candy tubs were in stock. Back home he got started on cooking Beverly a real breakfast after so long. Mixing bacon, eggs, and cheese into a breakfast burrito. Watching her happily eat the meal to then momentarily pause to watch him eat.

curiously asking about his digestion. “does regular food help at all?”

he shook his head. “no, it's like junk food at best. Eating air at worst. My stomach outright rejects any vegetation you can handle fine. … I actually haven't eaten since I left. … I'll have to hunt later.” being honest with her about the issue.

She nodded quietly while looking away. “everybody has to eat. Maybe you can snag a drug dealer. I am sure Derry has a few of those running around and would be better if a few went missing.”

he nodded in agreement. “in my rehabilitation plans, I wanted Derry to be better and grow out a bit more. Maybe attracting a prison would be something better for the long term.”

“that could work.” she agreed. Getting back to enjoying her breakfast. “did you actually attend school?” asking more questions.

“heh, only for one day. So I could finally know what engineering even was and what branches meant.”

“what did you do while “studying” then?”

“boredly stared at a wall or went for food.”

his answer having Beverly laugh. “you really stood around upstairs doing nothing?”

“pretty much.”

“what about classes?”

“i went home.”

“you played hookie without me? Lucky bastard.” she joked.

“i thought you really liked your classes.”

“I do, sorta. It can be fun and a chore designing dresses for class.” finishing the last bite of food. “can you really sow too? Where did the thread come from?”

“Yes, it's my thread.” stretching out his fingers to be slender and black. Tapping the tips together to show her the spreading thread he could make.

“shit, wish I could do that.”

“now you know why I couldn't show it. Do you need more threading.”

“yes, but does making it use a lot of energy? You never seemed to use it.”

“it's easy, doesn't cost much. It's mainly because I preferred the chase.” voice going quiet. He was sure Beverly didn't enjoy talking about her kind being hunted.

“oh.”

the air between them filled with silence after that. Broken only for him to suggest watching movies. That went on for the rest of the day. Small talk about how they should spend her break going over dinner. Since he didn't need to fake attending school any more. The whole time he was distant and he felt she was too. The question “Would this work?” crossed his mind multiple times. He couldn't scent any fear off her, but he could tell she was nervous. Similar to back when they first started dating.

“ready for bed?” she asked after setting their dishes in the sink.

“mhmm.” he confirmed with a hum. Following her up stairs to go through their old bedtime routine like they used to. Settling down into bed with her hugging up close against him. Him enjoying the lovely warmth she spread over.

“you can purr if you want to. I think it's cute.” kissing his cheek. Bringing a smile to his face, but filling his head with doubt.

It was another reminder that he wasn't human. That their relationship was going to be so much different from now on. Did she still like sleeping next to him? Did he still make her feel safer in her sleep? Or would she have nightmares about being eaten by him in the night? What about all the plans he made? He was going to slow her aging without her knowing, but what if she didn't want that? He now had to face his flawed past with humans and her flawed future. She would grow old and eventually die, but he couldn't imagine seeing that happen. She would turn delicate with age and what if he accidentally hurt her? The new morning didn't bring any new happy feelings.

“morning!” Beverly rose in a happy mood.

“morning.” replying back somewhat flatly. Starting this day as if he was moving on auto pilot on how to act. Heading down stairs quietly to get started on breakfast while Beverly got ready for the day upstairs. Making a plate of hot pancakes sided by some bacon. The food reminded him of his hunger needing to be filled. Looking to Beverly walking down the steps while smiling brightly.

“breakfast is ready.” sliding the plate over for her to take.

“sweet, looks good as always.” taking the plate over to the dining table. Noticing he had no plate for himself. “you don't want any?”

“I would, but I have to go eat my own meal.” walking around the subject delicately as he could.

“oh. … well, when you get back you want to finally have our picnic? We never were able to have it.”

he nodded. “I'll try to be back soon, but that all depends on-” quieting down to clear his throat. “ I'll be back, don't worry. No matter how late it gets.”

“see you then.” her voice keeping its cheerfulness, but he knew. She couldn't be that cheerful while knowing he was going out to kill someone.

The sunny day turned dark to lightly rain. It seemed to be happening all the time in his presence. Like a cruel joke to let everyone know some monster was stalking people during the usually happy summer time. Despite the gloom people were more willing to tolerate it for the cheerful fair in town. Watching the crowds stand around for the various rides. Most being some little ride though a wooden set up building. Other groups under the dry coverings attached to the mini games.

Before he would be thrilled at the children running freely. Such easy meals to lure away in the chaos of the crowd moving around. Now he was practically ignoring them to find something else at least tolerable to swallow down. Even that was proving really difficult as he thought back to what Beverly would think. The disappointment and fear knowing she was with some creature that ate people.

He had to eat something. No matter what he needed to, to survive. Picking a lone human from the crowds. One that was following girls around making rude comments. Offering them stuffed animals for a kiss or something else to be done behind a cart. He could at least take care of that trash if it had to be someone.

It didn't take much, only some false girly giggle to lead him away toward the woods. Dragging him down a drainage pipe he stepped too close to. He didn't allow a single scream to escape the male he quickly devoured. The rain helped to wash the blood away from the bland meal. At this point he could return to Beverly, any picnic plans were probably canceled for today. Instead he quietly sat there by the pile of stripped bloody bones.

This new way of seeing food was concerning to his survival. He couldn't be so picky when choosing survival. He wasn't a human that could choose and pick their diet. He only had one diet to survive on and he was hesitating on it. Did this mean he should distance himself from Beverly? Creating some distance could make future hunts easier again. However that meant he couldn't get close to Beverly anymore. Didn't that mean his return to human life would be a waste? What would be the point then?

He sighed with a stand to his feet to give one last look over for blood. Deeming himself clean enough to return home. Past the door he was greeted by Beverly sitting on the living room couch.

“hey.” noticing he was looking downer then before. “you okay?”

“yes. are you?”

“yes. Did you eat?

“mhmm.” he hummed.

“who?” her question catching him off guard.

“Do you really want to know?”

she shrugged. “i don't know. Maybe I should?”

the fact she seemed interested snagged his curiosity. “Why do you ask?”

“ … because it's good to share things. Maybe I could help?”

“help how? Help me kill people? Walk around and make a list of who's to go?” speaking bluntly as he sat on the opposite side of the couch.

“yeah, I guess. Derrys not exactly the most crime free of places. Better to do something then ignore it, right?”

“i didn't feel you'd be too thrilled about the idea.”

“i am not, but there's nothing else we can do. You have to eat and it's better to not force you into hiding it. I can't sit at home pretending it's not happening.” shifting over to lean into him.

“as if thinking about my diet will cause mental ease. How well will you handle my presence after a few weeks?”

“i think I'll be fine.”

“Are you sure you won't have nightmares?” asking bitterly.

“i am sure.” kissing his cheek. “you're a lot different then you used to be. You haven't harmed me or much of anyone else. The missing posters have been really thin for a while. You helped me through so much. Even though you really didn't need to if you were going to eat me in the end.” she confidently hugged him.

“i guess.” dropping the subject.

“do you still like being called Grey? Or do you want to be called by your real name?

“I prefer Grey.” a part of him still wanting to bury what his other half was for a long time.

“okay Grey. Love you.” resting her head on his chest.

“love you too.”

The rest of that rainy day was spent watching movies on the couch. Sharing various snacks he made to keep the both of them warm. Then off to bed to nestle down together for the night. The next few days following the same with the strange rain sticking around. Preventing any plans of their picnic being a possibility. Grey had slowly distanced himself over the course of the week. Despite Beverly trying to keep up the interaction between them.

It was turning more into an odd roommate situation rather than the close couple they once were. Their only communication being on what meals they should have. Grey stood in the kitchen in front of the window to stare out at the drizzling rain. wondering what should be done today to make the next meal. What house chores had to be done to keep the house in order.

“hey.” he heard Beverly's soft voice behind him. Turning to look to her in acknowledgment. Watching her stand there before asking him. “… how are you doing?”

answering simply with. “fine.”

she let out a breath then went on to say. “Since the rain hasn't let up enough I thought we could have a picnic at your wagon.”

“my wagon?!” surprised by the suggestion. “down in the drainage tunnels?”

“yeah, I wanted to see it. It'll be like our big date exploring that factory.” softly smiling. “do a little exploring, hang out together out of the house with a nice hot meal.”

“I don't think the tunnels are a place to eat.” not at all liking the idea of facing his old nest. Even if the wagon would technically be safe and stable after all this time.

“come on. It's better than another rainy day indoors. Watching another set of movies to pass the time.” stepping over to search the kitchen. Setting out various things to make a meal out of.

“do you really want to go down there? It could stir up some old memories.” warning her, but also himself in a way. Remembering the fighting they had while he threatened to devour them. While they threatened him about starving to death. All those preserved children carcasses he had at the time floating above. Threatening that he would break her down mentally before eating her.

“it can, but they'll never go away. That's why we should make new memories there.” making a pot of chicken soup that she would later put into a large thermos. “What meat do you want in your sub? I also think we should bring some hard boiled eggs.”

“okay. … roast beef. Boiled eggs sound good too.” anxious still about going down. Coming over to cook a few other things alongside Beverly.

The freshly made meal was carefully wrapped into a backpack Beverly carried on her. Walking beside him under an umbrella down the river. Following the rocky shore to the large drainage tunnel the both of them used before. water rushing out from the street drains filled up by rain. Far too deep to walk through without getting up to their knees soaked in water.

“want me to carry you?” he offered as the water wouldn't affect him.

“would be good. I don't wanna risk slipping and end up with our meal going down the river.” accepting the offer. “you could change into your other look too. You can get a break from disguising yourself now that we'll be alone.”

“mm.” humming his hidden frustration. Thoughts running through his head of “why did she want that? Why did she want to be here?” keeping it inside as he shed off his human disguise. Glancing down at his old self. Then turning to help Beverly onto his back to walk through the deep tunnels of water.

“these tunnels feel a lot smaller than the last time I was here. Then again I was smaller. Wasn't being carried by someone so tall either.” she joked. “ever bump your head on the stone ceiling?”

“no, but I've been snagged by roots.” remembering the times those annoying things ruined a chase for him.

“heh, hope we don't get snagged this time.” helped down from his back as he stepped onto the less flooded stone. Stepping ahead to fully look around the large rounded room. “forgot about the skylight up there. It feels brighter in here, did the pile shrink?” looking far up to the dusty glass the gloomy Grey light fell through.

“it has. Things fall, things rot, unless I am here to manage it. The wagon is the only real protected thing here that doesn't need constant care.” stepping behind her to pass up to the door of the wagon. Going up the small steps to open it up for her. Letting her step in first into the small space.

“wow, this place has a lot of cool stuff! It looks really nice in here despite being in a really moist place.”

the wagon walls covered in shelves holding up small trinkets, colorful crystals, to mini wood carvings. A large bed in the corner covered in clean thick blankets topped by various scattered pillows. Across from the bed was a trunk with penny wise the dancing clown across it. Next to that was a vanity desk holding up a broken mirror missing most of its reflective shards. The wood walls lacked what the outer sides did. Clean coat of paint leading down to smooth wooden floors lightly reflecting back as if newly waxed. Glowing lightly under the warm round ceiling light attached above everything.

“I make sure it stays neat. I live in the sewers, but I don't like sleeping in puddles of rotten junk.”

“it's really comfy.” sitting on the plush bedding. “really nice being out of the house after so long.” removing her bag to start setting the food out on the vanity desk. Stopping when she noticed him standing by the door in zoning out over the shelf's. Similar to what he did back at the house all this time. Catching his attention with a small saddened plea. “Grey please don't do that here too.”

“do what?”

“you're always staring off at something. The rest of the time you barely talk to me anymore. It's like you rather be somewhere else.”

“... I don't.”

“can we talk about it?” patting for him to sit beside her. “ You've been acting differently since we got back together.”

“i know. …” going quiet for the longest time. As Beverly was about to say something he spoke a little more. “i am trying not to be me, but I can fully change.”

“not be you?”

“this.” looking down at himself. “i want to be Grey. Not, this.”

“but it is you, as much as the Grey half. You can't run away from it.”

“no I can't. It shows each time I need to hunt. How long can we keep this going? How long will you sit by knowing what I am doing?” he sighed. “Do you have any nightmares about it? Sitting at home afraid that you might be next?”

she scoffed. “I think you forget I am not afraid of you. I never was.” shoving him down into the bed. “You're trying to change, to be better, that's what I want to focus on.”

“but why are you giving me such a chance? After everything I've done to you, your friends. the things I've done to Derry since its founding? Everyone else would rather see my corpse burn for my actions.”

“I want to build things better, if I can. Helping you means helping everyone in Derry. If I don't help you, then who will?”

“i don't want you to feel like you have to. I don't want you to be afraid. I've seen how you are after I leave to hunt and when I come back.”

“how I am? True, I don't enjoy how you eat, but you have to. No point in sitting around thinking about it. It's a part of life that I've chosen to accept along with accepting you. I love you and want to stay together. So let's move on and help you through this, okay? I trust you not to harm me. You would have done it by now, but instead you helped me stay safe.”

“if you say so.” looking away. Partially not believing her as She could be saying things to help him feel better. Rather than being honest over their time together.

Freezing up when Beverly moved to straddle him. “have sex with me.”

“what?!” practically choking on his spit in shock.

“I trust you, I love you, I am not afraid and I want you to know it. What better way is there?”

“you don't have to.”

“i know, but I'd like to.” she smiled “Want to give it a try?”

#it (2017)#pennywise #beverly marsh #pennywise x beverly marsh

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter twenty-four: finale

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

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It was quiet and nearly dark inside of the building that Hitoshi so eagerly dragged you to before your date. The temperature inside also much warmer than outside which made you hum curiously, before you could think too much about it though Hitoshi’s hand slipped out of your own, leaving you alone suddenly in the dark. You reached out, searching and listening close to where he may have been, walking only to bump into an object and whine.

“Toshi, I can’t see.”

“I know sweetness, I’m turning on the lights, stay right there and give me just a second.”

You nodded as if he could see you and decided to look out towards the street where you could at least see some light from the dimly lit lamp posts outside. Not a minute later you heard Hitoshi cheer as he found the switches and flipped them on, the bulbs quietly humming as they powered up and filled the entire area with an iridescent glow. You winced just a bit and let your eyes adjust to the change, sighing with relief for having your vision back along with the sight of purple snowflake covered hair coming your way.

With a smile you reached out as Hitoshi closed in and let you ruffle the cold particles away, he chuckled before doing the same to you along with rubbing the pad of his thumb on the tip of your nose to warm it up.

“So, now that you can see, why don’t you take a look around!” He suggested while rubbing your shoulder and letting his hand trial down your back before giving it a light push.

Smiling, you stepped forward and crossed your arms behind your back. With a smirk. Hitoshi watched as you walked around and scoped out the area curiously. As you wandered you started to pick up the scent of what seemed to be cleaning chemicals, soon enough after sniffing the air your nose started to itch and caused you to sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Hah, thanks. Did they recently clean in here or something?”

Broad shoulders shrugged as the man followed you behind the counter. “Uh I guess so. It’s pretty spacious right, while still being a little cozy.”

You nodded, running a finger down the counter as you walked beside it. There was nothing wrong at all with the place, it was actually perfect.

There were already small tables and chairs set up, a glass display case that connected to the counter and it looked like the kitchen was just around the corner and hidden away from the front. Tilting your head you went to go and check it out, at least until Hitoshi was wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest.

“Toshi, I gotta check out the kitchen, it’s the most important part.”

Hitoshi smiled and nuzzled your cheek with his nose as he hugged you close from behind. “I know sweetness but I just wanna talk to you for a second before you do.”

Your head turned to look at him, earning you a kiss on the nose and making you giggle. “Okay then, talk.”

“Well having not seen the kitchen yet, what do you think?”

“I like it.”

Hitoshi quirked a brow and tilted his head, “Do you? That didn’t sound very enthusiastic.”

The man let out a nervous sigh, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you. You pouted, feeling like shit suddenly before squeezing his arms and clearing your throat.

“No, I really do! I know it doesn’t look like it but I’m honestly trying to contain myself, I mean I don’t want to get my hopes up you know, this place is perfect really and I can only imagine how much it costs!”

“(Y/N), what have I told you time and time before?” Hitoshi replied as his purple eyes rolled. “Forget about money right now okay? Think about this place as yours, how it would look once you owned it and made it your own, what plans you have for it. Think of its location, all the people you’d have coming in and out to buy your desserts! Remember all the hero themed items you wanted to make? Can you picture Deku and Shouto coming in here to buy a cupcake and ice cream that was based on them? Most of all, think of what you want, can you see yourself finally living your dream all right here where we’re standing?”

Your eyes blinked as you took in everything he was saying, looking down at the ground where the two of you stood before looking up and around. The muscle in your mouth darted out just a bit to wet your dry lips and you smiled at the street as you imagined everything! Parents being dragged by their kids outside the window, pro-heroes jogging in on their break, the display case full of goodies for everyone to try. The happy vision was cut off when Hitoshi started to hum the Jeopardy tune in your ear, you laughed and playfully elbowed him.

“The truth?” You questioned as you turned to look at him again.

“No - lies, give me lies!”

“Okay, okay,” you giggled and sighed as you melted back into his chest. “I absolutely love it Toshi. I can see all of that and more happening right here, with you. I don’t want this to be my place alone, I want it to be our place.”

“You mean that?” Hitoshi responded as he started to unwrap from around you.

You nodded and turned to face him fully, letting him take your hands in his own as he smiled.

“Of course I mean it. Hitoshi, I wouldn’t even be this close to my dream if it weren’t for you. I … I may not even be here honestly to even still dream if it weren’t for you. Now that I am so close, I want nothing more than to share my dream and more with you, I don’t want to do anything really without you with me … I need you. It’s all your fault really for spoiling me so much!” Hitoshi chuckled and nipped at your cheek as you laughed. “Apart from that though, why wouldn’t I want to share all of this with the person who makes me the happiest in the entire world and who I love more than I love myself? I don’t want to just own and run a bakery together Toshi, I want a life together that lasts longer than these three months I’ve been with you. I want more pictures, Halloween parties, Sunday dinners and 3am talks on the kitchen floor with you - forever.”

A permanent smile was plastered on Hitoshi’s face as the two of you stood there. He took just a moment to let everything you said to him saturate like a sponge, a warmth growing throughout his body that was pushing back his nervousness. The hero was trying himself to contain his joy, not only for the shop being a big hit with you but also for your unconditional love for him and the fact that you had the same hopes and dreams as he did. Hitoshi now knew more than ever that you were the one, always were the one.

With a deep breath he kissed your forehead before peppering your entire face with soft kisses. You giggled and looked at him curiously, the guy was always affectionate but tonight he was like a puppy who hadn’t laid eyes on its owner in days.

“I want that too, more than anything. Even back then, after seeing you a few times at that cafe, I just knew and had to have you. I didn’t know the shit you were going through and I still kick myself for not getting to you soon enough that night and no matter how many times you tell me it's okay, I’ll always live with that guilt but it just gives me even more will to protect you and care for you no matter what it is. I can’t undo the damage or trauma you’ve gained but I’ll do everything in my power to help lessen it and carry it with you - together. You’ve come so far since you moved in with me, become so strong and overcome all that bullshit and now, I want to still be by your side when you start to accept all these things that you deserve like this bakery and happiness. I want to be here to help you when the days are tough or you’re struggling with creativity. When you’re dog tired and just need love and pampering. I want to annoy the shit out of you for the rest of my life and overall I just want you for the rest of my life - forever.”

You smiled and reached up to brush one of Hitoshi’s purple brows. “You sure about that? Do you really think you can handle me for that long, forever is a long time Toshi.”

“Hah, I’m not gonna say I can handle it but I’d enjoy every last second of it and try my damnedest!”

Chuckling you stood on the tips of your toes to close the small distance between the two of you, Hitoshi chuckled and helped out by leaning down enough and capturing your lips with his own. His arms wrapped around and held you close as your own wrapped around his neck. Once the kiss broke, your noses brushed together and you smiled.

“I love you so -” Before you could finish, a noise had come from the kitchen area, making you gasp and cling to Hitoshi with wide eyes. “W-What was that?”

The lavenderette looked in the direction the commotion came from and shrugged with a grin. “I don’t know, let’s go check it out, it came from the kitchen I think.”

The next thing you knew Hitoshi was dragging you along with him towards the kitchen, immediately you buried your heels into the floor and shook your head.

“Are you nuts? You don’t go towards shit like that Toshi, don’t you know the rules of horror movies? No - let’s get out of here, please!”

Hitoshi only laughed and shook his head back at you, his strong hands gripping your wrists and tugging you with ease. You still stayed adamant about not moving a step further, begging and pleading.

“Look you can’t be a pussy all your life, now either walk or I’ll make you!”

You scoffed at the hero nervously with rolling eyes, “You and what army - Shinsou?”

The sass you held with the statement only caused a dangerous grin to grow on Hitoshi’s face, making you regret your words instantly.

In a flash you were jerked and hoisted up over his shoulder with a firm smack to your ass, eliciting a yelp from you. Not being able to do much else you covered your eyes in fear as the man carried you further around the corner and into the kitchen. Using only your sense of hearing you picked up on other feet shuffling and shushed sounds. Your heart was hammering away as you started to slightly tremble.

“You’re a bigger brat than Eri is you know that?” Hitoshi grunted as he tossed you back over his shoulder and to stand on your feet again, he chuckled as you still kept your eyes covered. His hands were soon on your hips and turning you around, making you gasp and back up into his chest. “Calm down sweetness, I’m right here. I think I found the cause of that noise, why don’t you take a look?”

“Wow, this is where I die, isn't it?”

“How d’ya think I felt while having to listen to that mushy crap out there huh? I’m too old for this!” A gruff and tired voice spoke.

Your eyebrows quirked under your hands before they finally were pulled away by Hitoshi who stood close behind you. Before you stood Aizawa and Eri but that wasn’t all.

The kitchen was decorated with warm string lights hanging from the ceiling and appliances, multiple canvas prints were set up of you, you and Eri and also you and Hitoshi. Pink rose petals were scattered all over the area along with confetti and colorful streamers. You didn’t realize how dazed you were until Hitoshi placed his finger under your chin to close your mouth with chuckle.

“I told you you were gonna love the kitchen.” He cooed while walking out from behind you and to stand before you, taking your hands in his own and bringing them to his lips so he could press soft kisses to the insides of your palms.

You couldn’t help but blink at him, lips parting to speak but no words coming out. Hitoshi grinned and rubbed the side of his neck before sighing and looking around.

“So I have a couple of confessions to make.”

“W-What are you talking about? What’s going on here Toshi?”

“Well a lot really. First off, these last few weeks I haven’t really been having to work late, I’ve actually been planning … all of this,” he motioned around the area with a half smirk, “making sure that everything is perfect for tonight and making sure that these two were here as well. In fact, I wouldn’t have been able to do all of this or keep this secret from you if it weren’t for them, especially that little turd over there, she did pretty damn good at acting all sad all those nights.”

You let out an exasperated breath and lightly punched Hitoshi’s arm. “I’m gonna kill you!”

Hitoshi grinned and turned around to look at his father and sister, “A little help here kid?”

With a giggle, Eri stepped away from Aizawa while carrying a suspicious small box in her hands. The sight of it had your stomach in knots, hands trembling and throat going dry. All at once everything happening was starting to add up.

The late nights, hushed phone calls, the lights and pictures, the whole night being a total run-around, all the love and affection Hitoshi had shown since stepping foot into the building and that fucking box! A box that small and square could only mean one thing and the closer Eri got to you with it, the closer you were to tears, inhaling sharply to try and stop them but failing as you quietly whimpered.

Hitoshi looked at you with concern before placing a hand to your cheek and brushing his thumb across it as he held your hand tightly in his other that was starting to tremble as well, soothing you the best he could while also becoming a nervous wreck himself on the inside.

“A-Are you okay, this is too much isn’t it?” He questioned, brows furrowing as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Quickly you shook your head and placed your free hand over his heart and smiled.

“No, no, no, no Toshi! I - I’m so great right now, I’m sorry you know how much of a baby I am you should’ve expected this!” A small, warm and nervous laugh left Hitoshi’s lips as he took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead, when he pulled back you nodded at him and wiped a tear from your cheek. “Keep going.”

The hero took a deep breath before turning to look down at his little sister who was smiling up at him and crouched down to her level on one knee. Eri held the box in her hands close as he picked her up and sat her down on his propped knee, kissing her cheek before whispering something in her ear. As you watched them the knots in your stomach turned to butterflies and there was a comforting warmth spreading all around you, tears steadily streaming from their ducts as the last three months flashed before your eyes.

Three months, it had only been that long and for some reason you didn’t care, all that mattered at the moment were the people in front of you and how you couldn’t dare to imagine or want to imagine a life without them.

“Uni, will you … uh,” Eri finally spoke with a quiet voice as she pouted her lips, with a warm smile you sunk down to her level making her smile. “Will you be part of our family?”

Your watery eyes looked up from her and to the tired man behind them, “Does this mean you’re adopting me Shouta?”

“Tch, you’re funny!” He chuckled lazily and rolled his eyes.

You sniffled, trying to laugh back and only choking on a quiet sob. A warm hand touched your cheek and turned it to look back in front of you, thumb brushing the fresh tears that ran down. Your lips quivered as you tried to keep yourself together, literally overwhelmed with happiness even if it didn’t sound or look like it. Hitoshi only smiled and told Eri to open the box.

She reached out a small hand to touch your cheek and wipe a tear or two before looking down at the object and opening it. Inside of it, nestled in black velvet was a ring unlike any other. A light pink diamond cut in the shape of a heart sat on a thin setting of other diamonds that formed the ring, making it sparkle and glisten with every tilt. It was so different, so weird and just so you!

“I love you so, so much, you know that right?”

You only nodded, licking your lips. “I love you!”

“I know this may seem way too early to some people but I swear, the moment I woke up with you next to me on the couch, the moment you smiled like a maniac at DisneyLand, the moment you made this little brat laugh - I just knew it was you. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone but you, I can’t. I want to keep you happy, make you smile and laugh, keep you safe for as long as we both breathe. So, if it’s not too much to ask … (Y/N) will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Hitoshi repeated, almost as if he weren’t expecting it.

You choked out a laugh and nodded excitedly, reaching out to touch Hitoshi’s cheek with a massive smile. “A million times yes!”

The hero let out a relieved sigh before surging forward, hand wrapping around the side of your neck and pulling you close enough to kiss. You giggled as your lips connected briefly before Hitoshi was smothering your face in playful pecks. Eri giggled as well, making him turn to her and do the same.

“Can she wear the ring now Sou-Sou?”

“Of course she can, you wanna put it on her?”

The little girl nodded and looked at you with an ear to ear smile, making your heart burst even more at the seams. You quickly wiped your cheeks then dried your hands on your clothes before reaching your left one out towards her.

Very carefully she took the ring from its box, listening as Hitoshi instructed which finger to put it on. Without any problem, the piece of jewelry slipped down your ring finger and over your knuckle, fitting snugly. You chewed on your lip and awed as it sparkled.

Hitoshi removed Eri from his knee, grunting as he stood to his feet again, his hand took yours and helped you stand up as well. He proudly smiled as he examined the engagement ring and looked at you. Purple eyes meeting (e/c). Your lips jutted in a pout as you could tell he was on the verge of tears. Leaning in you pulled his face close and kissed the corners of each eye.

“I love you so much Hitoshi and I promise I’ll be the best wife you ever had!”

“You’ll be the only wife I ever have. You’re stuck with me now halfling, no take backsies!”

“I’d never, I think I hit the jackpot here.”

Hitoshi chuckled and quirked a brow, rubbing the side of his neck and looking away. “Speaking of jackpot.”

You narrowed your eyes, head tilting as you could tell something else besides this whole extravagant proposal was up.

“Hitoshi Shinsou, what did you do?”

“... well, I may or may not have already bought this place. Think of it as an engagement gift?”

“Are you fucking serious?”

Slowly, Hitoshi crouched back down to Eri’s level, pulling her close and holding her tight as he stood back up and started to take a step back. Over his shoulder he spoke to his dad.

“I got the kid, it’ll give us a few seconds of protection but that’s it. I suggest we both start running.”

“No, I suggest you start running, she wants to kill you, not me and don’t use my kid as a shield, get your own!”

Aizawa snatched Eri from Hitoshi’s grip, leaving your now soon to be dead fiancé defenseless with a sheepish smile as he held his hands up.

“Baby, kitten, sweetness - let’s talk about it over dinner? And I mean it this time, I’ll buy you all the food you want.”

You chuckled but with a dark undertone, eyebrows raising and fingers wiggling. “You’re so dead!”

Without another word you bolted for Hitoshi, making him laugh as he dodged the attack and charged out of the kitchen, you hurried and ran after him, curses spewing from your lips as the hero cackled. Aizawa groaned and shook his head, looking to his daughter who was smiling.

“Yeah I’m way too old for this.”

Giggles and keys jingling filled the snowy air as Hitoshi tried to unlock the door to the bakery, it was a struggle in the dim light of the street even if you were standing next to him using the flashlight on your phone to help.

“Babe, you gotta stop shaking and hold that thing steady, I’m a little inebriated and this is a struggle.”

“That’s what she said,” you snorted in response, making your newly wedded husband roll his eyes. “I’m sorry I saw my chance and took it. I can’t help that it’s freezing out here!”

With a pout you held the phone a little steadier, enough for Hitoshi to shove the key into its mechanism and unlock the door.

“Well who's the one that wanted a winter wedding even though they malfunction in only 60 degree weather?” Hitoshi teased as he tugged you inside the warm building, making sure to gather the material of your dress and cape as he placed kisses along your shoulders.

You giggled, trying and failing to push him off.

“I wanted to wear a pretty cape and have snow as decoration, sue me!”

“Whatever bridezilla!”

Your jaw dropped with a dramatic gasp, Hitoshi dodging the slap that was coming his way by wrapping your arms around yourself as he held you from behind and nipped at your cheek.

“You’re such a jerk.”

“A jerk you so willingly married. Now come on, let’s see if there’s any leftovers we can munch on, you’re getting hangry.”

With a smirk you turned your head to look at Hitoshi, his violet eyes already on you like they always were and still so full of love even a whole bakery and two years later.

The two of you had been through chaos since your engagement with opening the business together along with him still teaching and being a hero, and to top it all off - planning a wedding.

Neither of you were in a rush though, more than anything Hitoshi wanted you happy and if it meant putting the bakery first and getting it off the ground before a wedding then he was perfectly fine with it. Sure it took longer than expected but finally once things settled the two of you started to really plan and hit the ground running when it came to your wedding which ended up being more than you expected. Hitoshi along with your friends and family went above and beyond to give the both of you the wedding of your dreams - outdoors, lots of greenery and snow, and the people you loved most there to share it with you.

The ceremony was emotional, even Shouta shed a tear or two. The reception was fun and full of smiles, dancing and drinking. Finally it came time for you and Hitoshi to leave it behind and spend your first night together as newlyweds and you couldn’t think of a better place than the very bakery you started together, plus the fact that there were more than likely tons of leftover sweets still there from the day was a bonus.

Lost in your own thoughts, Hitoshi scooped you up bridal style, fitting for the night, and kissed your cheek as he started to carry you. You couldn’t help but smile and hum, running a hand through his tousled and wild purple locks and snuggling up close to his chest. The man awed and pressed his cheek to your head until he was standing in the bakery kitchen. Carefully he set you back down on your feet before removing his jacket and placing it on one of the countertops. He helped you remove the hooded cape that draped over your shoulders, not missing his chance to kiss the skin of them once they were uncovered.

“Shall we eat Mrs. Shinsou?”

After making some hot tea and raiding the massive fridge of all its contents, you and Hitoshi sat on the floor on top of your dark plum cape that was spread out.

Cupcakes, cookies, scones and even cheesecake laid before you both as you ate away at it and talked about your night together. Shoes were kicked off, pieces of your hair falling from its pins and Hitoshi’s tie halfway undone. Neither of you cared if there was colorful icing or crumbs smeared on the priceless white gown you wore or Hitoshi’s button up. You were enjoying just being alone together finally after such a hectic day.

“So - was it what you imagined, are you happy?” He asked while reaching out and swiping a small amount of icing from the cupcake you ate.

“Toshi, it was so much more than I imagined. I couldn’t ask for more really. You’ve been so amazing to me, ever since the beginning.” You smiled and sat the cupcake down, moving towards your husband. He grinned and sat up, helping you bunch up your dress as you went to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. “There’s not one day that I’ve ever been unhappy, even on the dark days, you were right there by my side, you were my happiness and always will be.”

Hitoshi brushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear, hands rubbing up and down your sides slowly, feeling the beading and lace of the dress. He still couldn’t get over how stunning and beautiful you looked that night, how much he cried at the altar just from the sight of you. He felt on top of the world, but he felt like that every day the second he’d wake up to see your face sleeping next to his.

Blinking, the man realized he had been staring for quite some time as you looked back at him and played with the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

“The question is Mr. Shinsou, the most amazing teacher at UA and kick-ass hero on the side, are you happy?”

“Always have been and always will be, as long as you have that pretty ring on that cute little finger and my last name, I couldn’t be happier.”

You quirked a brow and smirked, leaning in to kiss Hitoshi. He hummed as his lips molded perfectly like always to your lips, that familiar and welcomed tingling returning at the back of his skull from how sweet you tasted. The smell of sugar in the air only heightened the high for him and when you bit his lip it caused a low groan from his throat.

“So what’s next Toshi?” You questioned with a sigh as he started to trail more kisses across your collarbone and neck.

“Mmm, whatever you want sweetness,” he responded without a thought, too caught up in trying to make you come undone.

You giggled and tugged at his hair when he nipped at your skin, hands gripping tighter and moving the annoying material of your dress out of the way.

“Well, you know … I kinda miss having Eri around.”

“Hah, is there some hidden message you’re trying to give me?” He replied with a snort.

Still not bothered. Still kissing, licking and biting. You tried to be serious but he just wasn’t letting you and not a second later you were finally giving into your husband. He wasn’t displeased at all, a prideful hum rumbling through his chest as he quickly maneuvered you onto your back on the floor. You laughed when his hand squashed a cupcake only to whine as he smeared the icing all over your face and started to lick it off like a dog. Soon enough laughs and smiles turned into heavier breathing and sighs as teeth chewed on lips and skin. Strong hands squeezed at your thighs under your dress as you tugged on the tie still hanging from Hitoshi’s neck to pull him closer into your heated kisses.

“You know we still need to consummate our marriage,” Hitoshi smirked as he wrapped one of your legs around his waist.

You looked up at him with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, your response barely even a whisper. “... or we could just try for a baby.”

The hero blinked a few times, face leaning in closer and hand cupping your face. “Did I hear that right?”

“I mean … if you want it to of course. I just, I love you so much Hitoshi and you’ve given me so much that I can never repay you for or even top - this is something I can give you. I see how amazing you are with Eri, with Shouto and Deku’s kid. I mean maybe this is too fast … I don’t want to -“

“No no no, of course I want that too! God, I - you don’t even know how much I imagine this, to create something so precious with you. Sure I’m a little scared about it turning out to be a brat like you but I’ll love it anyway!”

“I take it back, I don’t want a mini Toshi!”

Hitoshi smiled, hands suddenly tickling your waist. He took in the sound of your laughter, the pink tint of your cheeks and the sparkling of your smile, and imagined all those beautiful qualities morphed into a tiny little human with more sass and attitude than the world knew what to do with.

Oh yeah, he wanted this. You, little brats, the whole nine yards.

Quickly Hitoshi stopped his tickling and took your hands in his own, making you smile as he placed those sweet kisses inside of your palms. Soon, your hands were pinned to the floor beside your head, strong lean fingers intertwining with you soft delicate ones.

“I’m ready when you are sweetness, just say when.”

You giggled and scrunched your nose before smiling wide.

“When.”

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imagine-loki · 5 years

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You owe me, Chapter 10

TITLE: You owe me CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 10 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine after the battle in New York, Odin sent Loki back to Earth without his powers as punishment. SHIELD are after him and he meets a woman who isn’t all she seems at first and she has her own agenda. The two end up teaming up, to help one another. But it’s not quite as plain sailing as they’d hoped. RATING: M

Before they were spotted, April quickly pulled off her wig and disposed of it in the toilet. Then they moved further up the train, through the carriages. But they were running out of time, the police were all waiting on the platform ready to pounce once the train stopped.

‘What’s your plan, Loks?’ April asked, she could see him thinking quickly.

He didn’t respond for a second, then when the train came to a stop and the doors opened, he told April to act calm and just stay with him. He stepped off the train first and had April in tow with him once the rest of the passengers had departed.

The police approached them straight away and stopped them.

‘Sir, we need you to come with us.’ One officer said while a few moved in to surround them.

Loki moved April behind him. ‘That won’t be necessary, officer.’ Loki sneered and got a glare from the man.

Then it all happened so quickly. Loki pulled out a handful of throwing knives and stabbed the closest five policemen. When the other two pulled out their guns, that April realised were not normal guns and in-fact looked like some weird high-tech shit, Loki leapt in the air to the first one and stabbed him. Then he spun around and swiftly grabbed the last one and snapped his neck in half.

The public on the platform all started screaming and running away. Loki motioned for April to follow him and the two ran off the platform and over the fence, out into the fields that surrounded them instead of heading into town like they had originally planned.

Once they got far enough away, they ducked down behind a wall to catch their breath. Loki looked at April and she couldn’t help herself. She threw herself at him and kissed him vigorously, hands sliding through his hair.

Loki was pleasantly surprised at the assault. He slid his arms around her, holding her tightly and his hands roamed up and down her back while they kissed. Their tongues slipping together and teeth clashing.

When they pulled back, Loki looked at her with an eyebrow up.

‘What you did back there… that was soooo hot.’ She grinned, biting her lip.

Loki smirked, his eyes darkened as he looked at her lips. But then they heard shouting coming after them, so Loki grabbed her wrist and they started running again.

By the time April and Loki got to safety, they were exhausted. They came across a B&B in the countryside, not far from Thetford forest. They were lucky there was one room available, so they decided to just share.

April flopped down on the bed on her back and closed her eyes. ‘So, they weren’t police officers. Were they?’ She asked, still keeping her eyes closed.

‘No, they were SHIELD agents.’ Loki sighed, taking off his boots and shrugging off his jacket.

‘Are they just after you because of what you did in New York? Or is there more to it?’ She asked when he lay down on the bed next to her.

‘Just New York. I returned to Asgard, Odin then took my powers from me and banished me back here. Knowing they would be after me, to kill me… or worse.’

‘What’s worse?’ April asked, turning onto her side and opening her eyes to look at him.

He turned his head and gave her a half smirk. ‘Well, they would love to get their hands on a God to open up and do tests with. SHIELD may say they are here to protect the Earth. But on the contrary, they simply want to gain all the power they possibly can.’

‘Isn’t that what you want too, though? I mean, why else would you have brought an alien race here?’

‘Of course. But the difference is, I am above you all. I wanted to rule your world completely, not pit humans against one another.’

‘Is that still what you want to do?’ April was pushing it now, but while he was talking so freely why not ask him all the questions?

‘No. I am not in the same mind frame as I was back then.’ He said and looked back up at the roof.

‘So… What are you going to do once you get your Seidr back?’

‘Help you.’ Loki said flatly.

‘I mean after that.’

‘Get off this planet, perhaps. Start fresh elsewhere.’ He shrugged.

April sighed and rolled onto her back as well. ‘I wish it was that easy for me too, to just up and leave.’

‘Why would you want to leave Earth?’ Loki queried, turning to look at her again.

‘This place is full of fucked up shit. I actually think it would’ve been better if you had succeeded in ruling. At least then we would have one ruler overall. Instead of many different ones pitting themselves against one another. People dictating over what others should and shouldn’t do with their own lives or bodies.’ April said bitterly.

‘Hmm.’

‘What?’ April asked.

‘You seem to be more intelligent than I thought.’ He grinned and closed his eyes.

‘Asshole.’ She whacked him on the chest, just making him chuckle.

The two fell asleep for a few hours, waking up when it was evening time and their stomachs were rumbling.

April went out to get food, there was a shop in a village a few miles away. When she returned a while later, Loki had fallen asleep again.

She licked her lips, a wicked idea forming. She couldn’t resist.

April pulled off her clothes, forgetting completely about the food. She then crawled onto the bed and straddled over his legs. She ran her hands up his thighs, feeling the strength of them even underneath his jeans.

She hastily unbuckled his belt, popped the button open and slid down his zip. She was able to yank his jeans down just enough to reach in and grip his cock, pulling it free. Licking her lips, she eyed it up hungrily.

Taking her time at first, she gave a few strokes, feeling him hardening in her hand got her excited. She then couldn’t wait longer, so she leaned down and licked up the length of him before popping him into her mouth and sucking.

Loki woke up with a moan, his eyes flew open and he looked down to see April with her mouth around him, sucking him like a lollipop. And she was naked.

‘Holy… Shit!’ He groaned and arched up into her, he couldn’t resist reaching down and fisting his hand into her hair tightly.

She moaned around him, feeling him harden even more in her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks and flicked her tongue around the tip of him. But then Loki started thrusting up into her mouth, and the tight grip in her hair didn’t allow her to move so she relaxed her throat and took him down as far as she possibly could.

‘Oh… fuck! April.’ He moaned, getting lost in the feeling and losing control.

April stopped before he came, she managed to pull back even from Loki’s tight grip in her hair. She was so aroused, having been thinking about earlier that day when he took out those SHIELD agents so easily, the power he had… She had never met anyone else quite like him.

Crawling up over him, she straddled him and rubbed herself against the tip of his cock, moaning. Loki grabbed hold of her hips tightly and growled, eyes darkening when she sank down onto him, taking him fully.

‘Oh my god… you’re so big!’ April gasped when he filled her to the hilt, it actually took her breath away how large he was. She took a minute to get used to him, gasping and trying her best to relax more around him.

Loki chuckled wickedly and leaned up enough so he could capture her left nipple with his lips. He flicked his tongue against it, making her moan. He licked across her body to her other nipple leaving a wet trail behind him.

April was still struggling to adjust to him, only making very small movements. But Loki then decided to give her what she needed.

He grabbed her and flipped her over, making April gasp in surprise. But he pulled out and forced her round onto her stomach. With an arm under her, grabbing her waist, he hiked her up and forced himself back into her from behind.

‘Shit!!!’ She hissed, as the different angle was pressing against all the right spots.

His long fingers wrapped around the front of her neck and she felt his warm breath right against her ear as he folded himself across her back. His other hand slipped underneath her to roughly stroke her clit that was flushed out from hiding. He felt her clench around him, and she became noticeably wetter than she had been.

‘You like to think you’re in control.’ He thrust in roughly, hitting the deep spots. ‘But you were just waiting for someone strong and powerful.’ He pulled back, just the tip inside. ‘To take you down a peg or two.’ He thrust back into her and pinched her clit, making her yelp. ‘To take control.’ Another hard thrust as his fingers squeezed around her delicate throat. ‘To subdue you.’ He flicked his tongue against her earlobe as he drove into her, thrust after thrust getting quicker and quicker. ‘To own you.’

April let out a scream as he made her come so easily, she grabbed tightly at the sheets beneath her. She was slightly ashamed with how quick it happened. But she didn’t get time to dwell on that, as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She tried to squirm out from beneath him as it became too much, but he tightened his grip around her neck in warning, making her choke and cease her squirming.

The constant squeezing and wetness from her pussy overcame Loki too. He grunted above her, his movements becoming erratic before he held himself as deep as possible and spilled into her with a groan.

Loki collapsed on top of her for a while, until the two gathered themselves together again. He rolled off of her and pulled her round onto her side. She was still looking dazed, her eyes glazed over. He couldn’t resist gripping her face and holding her still as he leaned in to kiss her.

‘You’re just a cock hungry little slut. Waking me up like that.’ He growled over her lips.

She shrugged. ‘Who could resist that cock? That was good.’ She smirked.

She was feeling a little vulnerable after that. And was trying not to let it show, but Loki knew. He always knew. She was surprised that Loki knew exactly what she wanted deep down… what she needed.

‘Since you were so eager and jumped on me before we could organise protection… Perhaps we need to take a trip to a chemist tomorrow.’ Loki said as he trailed a finger around her nipple, making her shiver.

‘No need.’ She rolled onto her back, looking up at the roof.

‘Are you on pills?’ Loki raised an eyebrow.

‘No…’ She reached out and grabbed his hand, then brought it down to her abdomen. He stroked her skin and felt a, barely noticeable, small scar on her abdomen just down from her belly button.

‘What’s this?’

‘I’ve had my tubes tied. So, no worries about babies.’ She said with a forced smile, then she sat up and swung her legs off the side of the bed. But Loki grabbed her wrist, to stop her from leaving.

‘Why did you get this done? At such a young age too? You must only be what, twenty-five?’

April sighed. She knew she wasn’t going to get away with not telling him more…

She sat back on the bed and glanced at him, he looked genuinely interested and concerned. She wasn’t really sure why, but at least that was something.

‘I fell pregnant when I was fifteen… Stupid, I know. But we had used protection, the condom broke. But there was no way I was keeping it, I was young, just a kid myself. I had an abortion and my parents were furious, not only that I was sleeping around when I was underage, but that I’d gotten rid of it. They chucked me out… Other reasons had built up to that, but that was the tipping point. It was kind of ironic, as soon as I was old enough to understand, they kept telling me I was a mistake and how much they didn’t want me. At least if I had been adopted, I would’ve been wanted.’ She paused and looked down at her hands her in her lap.

‘I then decided to get my tubes tied. Because I realised that I didn’t want to be a mother. And because I didn’t want to be in that situation again. I fought hard to get that abortion, I had to get it done from someone who was doing it for some cash on the side, in their living room. Because all the doctors kept telling me I should have the child, basically saying that my mental state didn’t matter. After I got rid of it… I then realised I never wanted to have my options taken from me again in that sense. That birth control doesn’t always work every single time, it can fail. And that getting an abortion isn’t easy, even under the right circumstances. So again, I had to turn to the non-professionals to get my tubes tied. And I don’t regret a single thing.’ She said and raised her chin up, looking at Loki. ‘And in a weird, roundabout kinda way… Getting rid of it saved my life down the line… but that story is for another day.’

‘Well, I think you’ve been very sensible. Especially at such a young age. Sorry you had such a fight on your hands in the first place.’

Loki couldn’t imagine being told that as a kid, that she wasn’t wanted. His heart actually hurt for her. Had she ever felt wanted? Loved?

‘Thanks… how does that kind of thing work where you come from?’

‘Our birth control is 100% effective. We use a form of Seidr to the womb to prevent unwanted pregnancies. It’s simple and quick. Then if the woman decides she wants a child in the future, it’s just as simple and quick to undo.’ Loki sat up against the headboard too, next to her.

‘Wow. Wish we had that kind of thing here.’ She sighed. ‘Trying to control abortion is just another way that certain humans are trying to control others bodies.’

‘You speak a lot about humans controlling others. And from what I’ve seen previously, you are normally dominant in sexual situations. So, why do you have the deep need to submit?’ Loki asked and gripped her chin, turning her face towards him.

She swallowed before answering. ‘I don’t know really. I like being in control most of the time. But I have wanted to submit for a long time. But I’ve never met a man who was powerful enough and dominant enough to do so. It takes the right type of guy to make me orgasm, never mind make me want to submit. Besides, you’re not exactly a man. You’re a God… But don’t think this means I will submit to you fully, it was a one off.’ She said defiantly.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her and squeezed her chin. ‘Don’t push your luck, girl. You will do as you’re told.’ He growled.

That did ignite something inside of her, but she wasn’t going to make it so easy for him. It was too fun to be defiant, to give him a run for his money.

And they both enjoyed it.

#Loki #Others #Submitted fic #submission #you owe me #chapter 10 #Fanfichiddles

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agustdmono · 6 years

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SOLD; jjk Oneshot (M)

Pairing(s): Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You are hired for a one-time event as a server, but little did you know that you were brought into something that would determine the worth of your life.

Word Count: 6.1K+

Genre(s): ONESHOT! Mature (18+), Smut, bts AU

Caution(s): Reader being sold at an auction (brief mentions of being caged and shackled), status degradation, dom!Jungkook, public sex, oral (m & f), unprotected sex, choking

Author’s Note(s): Please bear with us because this is our first time posting fanfiction (;Д;)!

The silver platters that lied on top of the marble tables were ready to be served to the guests who attended an event that was only known amongst those who received an invite. By having a name for yourself and building your popularity was the only possible way to gain recognition from the host. The occasion was kept secretive, but you didn’t understand why it was kept hidden from the public eyes. Rumors were spreading around that only wealthy people were allowed to attend the event; which caused you to excessively worry about different possible scenarios that could cause trouble. It might be one slip and the entire building would come crashing down. The last thing you wanted to do was cause any trouble or draw any attention to yourself.

All it took was one look to notice how everyone got a dress code. The men dressed up in their sleek suits and some women holding onto their partner for dear life; all wearing masks as a finishing touch. It was interesting to see—what looked like—a masquerade ball. You gawked at the way these people could afford these nice things and flaunt them in a place where others had that in common. It made you reflect upon yourself: working on a weekend to meet your needs.

Before you could get swallowed by your thoughts, you heard the chef yell from the opening of the kitchen. He was instructing the servants to get a move on. Brushing off the lint on your shirt and smoothing out the wrinkles that appeared on your uniform, you picked up your first round plate and headed for the door that leads to where people gathered. You casually went around, offering every single attendee a glass of complimentary champagne. Judging by their appearances up close, they’re attires practically overflowed with high power. It was clear that money was not an issue for them. However, the black medical masks over their mouths made the job of hiding their identities easy; which caused you to think of possible reasons as to why the accessory was necessary for a formal event like this.

On cue, like the hosts of the party informed, the lights began to dim down. As the area fell into an eerie atmosphere with the quiet murmurs and shuffling, everyone turned to the stage. The curtains were a deep shade of red that somehow reminded you of blood. The suede fabric glistened underneath the spotlight that lingered on the empty place. This was your cue to quietly exit the area and return to the kitchen to meet back with the other servers. As you placed your tray to where it originally belonged, you took one last look around to see the employees waiting around. You assumed that by following them to that area, you would all soon receive your pay for this night. As you made small talk with those around you, you could have sworn that there was something about the way the place was too secluded from everyone. As the room slowed down, comprehending the situation became more and more difficult. As soon as you wanted to turn around and leave, you felt a damp rag being forced against your mouth. Terrified, you tried to fight off the stranger, but the scent of the sweet organic chemical, you were already slipping into an unconscious state.

What only felt a few minutes was apparently already an hour. The last time you remember checking the time, it was barely peeking at 10pm, and now it was already a quarter till midnight. You woke up and your body wasn’t responding with you. Still stuck in a daze, you didn’t notice you were walking without any sensation in your legs; as if you were being pushed by a working force. The motion finally came to a stop, and you couldn’t fully understand what was going on because the surrounding were pitch black.

The ruckus in the following grew then louder at the same time as the light began to appear in your sight. The single ray appeared like a mirage on top of the slight ringing in your ear. Soon, the blackness disappeared by being taken over by the spotlight blinded you, leaving stars to make a brief appearance. Eventually, you snapped out of your headspace, accompanying a gamut of emotions. Your eyes roamed around, tears brimming your eyes feeling the overwhelmed reaction to seeing the crowd before you. With your eyes flickering left and right, the sound of metal scraping against the floors and each other made you wince. Here, all of the servers looked absolutely trashed and defeated. The bird-like cages that kept them from running and the shackles wrapped around their wrists and ankles made the whole scenario inhumane. One would clearly confirm that, but according to these people, it didn’t seem like something out of the ordinary. You then took note that you were also present on display alongside them all. Now scanning yourself, you felt completely exposed. Your clothing was tattered and certain parts of your skin were put out in the open for everyone else to see. As if it would make all the difference, you quickly utilized your arms to cover anything. Shame and embarrassment filled your mind at the thought of strangers seeing you like this; especially while all eyes were on you. Feeling vulnerable in front of the lot was an understatement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time to begin! Have a seat, relax and enjoy. Make sure to get your paddles ready because we’re about to start the party!” the auctioneer announced excitedly. “I would like to present to you our first gem will be, Y/N L/N.”

Your eyes shot up at your name being pronounced syllable by syllable. Just the sound of a stranger staying your name put a sick feeling to your stomach. You held your head up to peek at the sea of people, but then unconsciously scooting back with the discomfort. You then dared to look into the dimly lit audience, barely making out any facial features due to their masks still being on. You didn’t bother listening to the numbers that were being thrown around by the presenter because you felt like your life is over. Apparently, a bidding for people was really a thing, and somehow you were dragged into it without knowing. You couldn’t help but be hard on yourself though, not thinking outside of the box. The pay for the job seemed too good to be true for one night only, but you only thought of that now at the wrong time.

“And now we’ve $400,000!” the male stated, pointing to a person. “Going once!”

You looked over that the masked person who held up their paddle with ease. Something about them just made you feel uncomfortable. It might have been your intuition or gut, and some don’t believe those, but this time seemed to be a point to believe yourself. The way their eyes crinkled seemed off and your heart began to pound like crazy. Knowing that there was a creepy smile hiding behind that black material gave you chills. Although you knew that this was still a terrible event, you prayed to yourself that you wouldn’t get stuck with such a creepy person.

“$400,000: going twice!”

You hated every single moment about this. All these people are willing to enslave these innocent people, and only God knows for how long.

“$700,000!” the person offered holding up his paddle.

This time―when you looked over to the bidder―the male didn’t have that same type of vibe as the previous guy. His voice was younger and rather determined, though keeping his composed as he laid back in his seat. Even though you had these hopeful thoughts, you still kept your guard up because he is someone who chose to participate.

The older male with the microphone then announced that it would be their last chances to beat the six-digit bid. People looked around to check if any other paddles go up; the majority of them narrowing their eyes towards the younger male in all black.

“And sold!”

And of course, no one bothered to beat the price he proposed, knowing that there were other choices besides you. You couldn’t help but worry about the other girls though, but this was out of your control. After being the first person to go, you felt somewhat relieved to not be on that open stage. As soon as a chorus of claps were given, your cage was being pushed behind the curtains to hide you once again. The workers were quick to unlock the gate of the cage and also the lock of your shackles. As the heavy pieces of metal hit the floor, you let your senses kick in by the sound of footsteps in the distance. You saw the mysterious bidder stop to have a talk with the auctioneer for a minute or so while you were stepping out of the cage.

“Here’s your new owner,” the auctioneer spoke as he approached you. “Just to be clear here, he has every right to bring you back here if you’re not worth it.”

It was quick, clear, and concise. You debated whether to get angry or attempt to run away, but you knew it was hopeless with witnesses around. Not even a moment later, the man slipped past the curtains to greet the guests once more. You understood why he left you with your bidder, but you still didn’t enjoy the fact you had no explanation for your unexpected turn of events. Instead, you were left there in front of someone who you didn’t know, who practically determined the worth of your life.

“So… You are?” you began, observing the other at the same time.

The male smirked beneath his disguise. You watched as he lifted up his hand to his mask and slowly peeled it away from his face. He looked friendly enough, and his soothing voice made everything less bad.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

It’s already been two weeks since Jeon Jungkook bought you from that eventful night. At first, you despised the male, demanding him to take you home immediately every single hour. But then you realized that your efforts to pick fights were completely useless. He’d be quick to ignore your requests and would even leave you alone at his penthouse; not that you were complaining about that. Weeks unending, the anger and tension within you eventually died down. As you discovered that he wasn’t a terrible person, you figured that a chance would be something you should consider. You learned that he was one of the world’s outstanding photographers; which was something that shocked you, especially because he was very young for such a career. He had also worked with many influential figures and idols from all over the world, and also bringing up the fact that hiring him for one photoshoot would already cost $250,000.

Today, he brought you along to the shop where he’d usually purchase his suits: customized, fitted and all. You recall he had an exhibit he needed to tend to and informed you that never wears the same suit twice. Rolling your eye at that, you let a goofy grin linger on your lips, knowing he found his own words impressive. Then again, you had no right to judge that because that’s how you knew he had the money to satisfy his materialistic side.

He walked up to the assistant by the cashier and requested for the suit he ordered. She then followed protocol and asked him to wait in the dressing room as she goes to search for his order. You looked at her and then him, wondering where you’d stay, but you felt a little tug on your dress as he walked in the direction of the rooms. As you followed him closely behind, you noticed the wide amount of cold gazes that were coming from the other employees. You didn’t know what their problem was, but you were assuming it was because they didn’t enjoy the presence of a newcomer.

Now that you had settled for a seat of your own, you watched Jungkook close the velvet curtain behind him. All you had to do now was wait. Your eyes wandered around the area to take a look at all of the nice art pieces that decorated the walls. It interested you to see the various luxury-looking items; especially the chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings. Just when you thought you’d get a small little break―and to possibly squeeze a nap in―you heard Jungkook call for you from behind the curtain of the dressing room. Getting up from your seat, you nervously walked up to the fabric that separated you from your bidder. Knocking on the surface beside it, he hummed as an indication for you to come in. You reached for the curtain and slowly slid them apart to reveal a disheveled man. Two buttons were already undone; which displayed his prominent collar bones and his red satin tie that messily rested on the crook of his neck. His shirt remained half untucked and his hair was unkempt. You couldn’t help but avert your eyes from the scene.

“Y/N, put yourself to use and help me,” he demanded.

You froze at his words, but you had no choice. And it was no use to question him either. Entering the compacted area, you closed the curtain behind you and slowly stride towards his direction. You could feel his gaze on you as you closed the gap between his body and yours, the heat of his breath tickling your eyelashes. By the amount of height difference, you could say that his atmosphere was nothing but dominant. And you couldn’t believe the amount of tension that was rising in the room because of how much you were delaying to fulfill his request.

“You’re wasting my time,” he snarled as he grabbed your hand and pulled it up to his unbuttoned shirt.

“Sorry,” you flinched at his sudden action.

You proceeded to trace the buttons all the way down to his belt. You could hear the sound of his breath growing heavier as he anticipated you to continue on. The way he glared down at your fingertips, he hissed inwards, indicating just how impatient he was. Unfortunately for him, you were feeling a bit too risky; thus causing you to press your lips together to suffice a devilish smile. You let your hands hover over his belt; letting his impatience rapidly grow.

“You can do the rest yourself right?” you asked innocently, your eyes observing every last piece of his body proportion, as you slowly backed away from him.

Before your hand could reach the curtain to exit the room, you felt a cold grip around your elbow; due to the rings that wrapped around his fingers. As you trailed your gaze down to his touch, you let your eyes trail up to his own; which was already staring you down with determination and anger. As soon as you could sense his emotion, you felt a wave of chills run down your spine, following with quiet shudders from the back of your throat.

“Don’t think you’re dismissed, Y/N,” he growled.

You felt your core heat with arousal at the way he pronounced your name: a deep and husky tone vibrating throughout your entire body. His hands then slipped around your waist and pulled you in closer. Your bodies were pressed against each other as you felt his hands roam around your lower body. Your breath hitched and you could see his satisfied smirk planted on his face. He brought his hands up to your buttons this time, thinking he would get his way eventually. As a reflex, you instantaneously grabbed onto his wrist to prevent him from accomplishing what he intended. Out of displeasure, he snatched your wrist this time and pinned you against the wall.

“I own you,” he stated, “I will have my way with you.”

You gasped at the sudden motion, lucky enough to have him holding onto you for balance. Feeling helpless and trapped as you stumbled backward against the flat surface, unable to break out of his tight hold, not once did you rip your attention from his. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you couldn’t help but feel excited at this moment of seeing Jungkook’s aggressive side.

He looked down at your mouth and licked his own, feeling hungrier as he leaned forward. You closed your eyes, expecting his lips to collide with yours, but you only felt a slight brush. The way his lips hovered over your neck from avoiding the intimate gesture caused greater frustration in the pit of your stomach. You instinctively lifted your head and tilted it to the side as a result of that, easily exposing your neck to him. You didn’t care how desperate you looked when you craved more from him.

“Look at you giving in to me,” he taunted. “Such an obedient girl.”

He brought his hands down to your hips and pulled you against his erection. You let out an inaudible moan, praying that no one was near their section. Feeling his fingers dig into your skin, your head began to pound. Confliction ran through your mind because you knew shouldn’t be enjoying this moment.

“You caused this, wearing that damned short dress of yours,” he told after motioning to his crotch, “and you’re going to help me fix it.”

You felt your knees buckle at his command, giving you no other option but to obey. The room felt like it was getting hotter; especially how Jungkook was going to use you, the minimal traces of fog appearing on the mirror. His fingers began to undo the buttons on your dress once again, exposing your bare chest to him. He controlled every single part of you. Feeling weak against his touch, you allowed him to do whatever he pleases from this time on. You felt a hand massage your breast as his lips also worked to press against your sensitive skin. He began to suck even more, and you brought your hands up to your mouth to suppress the noises that come out of your mouth, hoping that the two of you wouldn’t get caught. You attempted to make an alternative by biting down on the bed of your index finger, the pain indefinitely made you shut up once his hand massages your sex. He removed your hands from your mouth and leaned in towards your ear.

“I want to hear you beg for me baby,” he muttered.

With barely any more resistance left in you, the only thing that was released from your mouth was a shaky breath. That gave him more willpower to keep doing as he pleased, not giving a care about how you dealt with the situation. The way you stubbornly shook your head irked him just a tad bit further. But to see you struggling beneath him drew his eyes to peek from its corners, ceasing his pleasures to its max. As you could already tell by the smirk against your skin, he had made his claim clear. Jungkook still had those same hooded eyes, but this time rather lustful than the rest. Feeling him working his way between your thighs, you licked your lips. The way he gradually pushed your panties off to the side drove you crazy. Pressing his fingers against your clit a bit rougher, you whined against his touch, feeling your legs practically shaking from your persistence. Wishing that this would avoid what he inquired for, you knew he’d get his need one way or another.

“Don’t resist Y/N,” he provoked. “I know you want this.”

As soon as you were about to give in, you felt a single digit being pushed inside of you without any warnings. An electric shock occurred in your spine, causing you to arch your back against the stiff wall. Once again, you reached with the instinct to wrap your hand around his wrist. It wasn’t to indicate that you wanted him to stop, so you expected him to take the hint to keep going. Just in case, you let a word slip passed you.

“Please J-Jungkook,” you begged, “M-More.”

“I like hearing you beg,” he mumbled under his breath. “Keep going, babe.”

“I w-want your fingers inside of me,” you continued.

You looked directly at him, knowing that a smirk would form on his face once he’d figure you couldn’t take the foreplay any longer than this. Initially, your unyielding trait taking over was probably the best decision for this scenario. You enjoyed the way how he openly spoke about his desires; leaving you to tease and push his limits. It was the rush of not knowing what someone like him was capable of doing and how far he would take it: unpredictable in comparison to his soft facial attributes. That’s what drew you into rebelling against his orders anyway.

While you were getting lost in your thoughts, a pair of dark eyes met with your own, pumping his finger in and out. And yet again, Jungkook decided to insert another without any hints. If anything, his speed increased; not to mention the way his rings hit you in the right spots with every push. Standing as still as you possibly could, your gasps filled the air. As you tried to get used to how full he made you, you bit down on your bottom lip to see if that solution would help. But your moans could have painted the walls if you had completely let yourself go; especially, by the way, your own breath was held accountable for the pleasure he provided for you. In addition, the speed of your other free hand immediately wrapped around his neck drew him to press his forehead against yours, ensuring their physical connection. Though failing to refrain from letting go and hearing your whines increasing in volume, he let out a small chuckle in a victory.

“D-Don’t stop,” you stuttered.

“So fucking needy,” he observed.

“I need your cock,” you whined. “Please.”

He then removed his hands from your body, neglecting your current state. He hadn’t forgotten what he originally wanted you to do, and that was hinted by him motioning to his fastened belt. You let out an irritated sigh because you knew you had to follow through with his request. You sent him a glare, not even thinking twice about taking his accessory and undoing it for him. The sound of the metal hitting against itself and the button also ending up being undone as well. A tuned hum played along Jungkook’s lips as he swiped his tongue across. Just as you were taking his zipper between your thumb and index finger, you already heard a throaty moan coming from the male before you. It was satisfying to know that you also had this effect on him as well, but this time it was before you knew what was about to come. You looked up at him for any other signals to stop or keep going, but all you recall is him keeping his eyes on his crotch.

“Damn, Y/N,” he seethed, “You’re driving me crazy.”

That was your guess to continue onto other articles of his clothing. By the time you had stayed on track, your fingertips pressed against his sun-kissed skin. His reaction to your handling on him was bare, but you knew you were doing something right. He took his own lip between his teeth this time as if mimicking your previous actions, so it made you mischievously grin. You then worked along the bed of his hipbone; only to trace along the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Your tactic of slowing down by the second took a toll on his arousal because of the way his bulge increased in size. It was practically inching towards you as you inched towards it as well. It was no question that you would push both his undergarments and pants down to reveal his erection from springing out.

“Keep going, baby girl…”

Using that as your obvious cue, you took his length into your hand and played lightly. Your strokes weren’t intense, but they were impacting for Jungkook; especially after being teased by his new toy. His jaw slacked with pleasure as his head was thrown back to pair. Moans filled the room with no shame, proving just how confident he was and how he wanted to tell you that you were doing well. You could also feel yourself soaking yourself at the sight of him being satisfied by your work. Licking your lips, you watched as he invested this time with his shut. The way his shaft perfectly fit in your hand only made you imagine how amazing it would feel to take all of him inside of you.

“Jungkook,” you spoke in a needy tone. “I-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a familiar grasp against your waist. As you were dragged over to where the mirror was hung, the chilled object made you tremble. It was the surprise that prompted you to carefully observe Jungkook every move. Even though they were swift, it wasn’t hard to miss a thing by the trace you found yourself coming in and out of. It was like he had you wrapped around his finger. His hands roamed around your lower torso, taking the back of one thigh, causing your entire leg to be lifted up. Your knee was secure between the side of his body and elbow to hold you steady on your one leg. Just like that, he took his cock into his other hand and hovered over your entrance. He knew exactly what he was doing by the way he slid the tip back-and-forth between your folds.

“I don’t think you deserve this cock baby girl,” he taunted.

“But I’ve been good for you,” you replied. “Please, I can’t wait anymore.”

Slowly; but surely, his tip gradually made its way to stretch you just enough.

“So damn tight…” he sighed out a heated breath. “You like that baby?”

“Oh f-fuck yes,” you cursed.

“This is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you Y/N.”

It was to the point of sucking in a sharp breath, causing him to look up at you to make sure you were alright. This was barely anything, and he already had you on a rise. You nodded at him to keep going, knowing that you could handle the majority of his width if he went moderately. Unfortunately for you, he couldn’t read minds. His abrupt action of shoving his entire size into you generated a loud yelp; which he then cupped your mouth to keep you quiet. He began to thrust in and out of you slowly. Your eyes rolled back at the pleasure as you let your whines press against the palm of his hand as he stifled your noises.

“That’s it,” he said. “I know you’ll take in this cock like the good girl you are.”

“Y-yes, J-Jungkook,” you obeyed.

After understanding the concept of being selected, your tight walls wrapped the right amount around him and there wasn’t a moment after that when he’d stop his consistent pace. Your choice to praise him was in your favor; especially by him increasing his pace just a little bit more than before. Sometimes the overwhelming amount of pleasure would fix your eyes to roll back as well. But this was no time to countdown the seconds or detail: it was to rely on the amount of indulgence that occurred within this period.

“Turn around,” he gnarred.

Of course, he was far from finished. As if you didn’t have a choice, you already felt Jungkook taking charge of the change in positions. You had no control over how your body felt like jello; embodying a rag doll being tossed around like the toy you actually are.

Now with you facing the mirror, you could see his bare torso, assuming he had done it himself. His chest was already glowing from the sweat that had formed from the activity, and that was only the beginning of it. Though his length was—once again—shoved inside of you, it hadn’t taught you to keep your mouth shut. Being more than happy that you didn’t, the way his hand reached from behind you and around to your neck, he roughly pulled you back towards him. The gap between your bodies was filled by the contact being made after that mistake.

“It’s like you want to get caught,” he threatened.

This only made him more forceful than before. His hand around the throat tightened after reaching from behind and the sight of seeing him through the mirror turned you on moreover. The way your back arched to suit the extension of his arm made it seem like the scene was planned or directed. Another thing that didn’t help was the faint clapping sounds as he thrust into you, knowing he was also being cautious.

“Don’t h-hold back,” you insisted.

“Careful with your words Y/N,” he said dangerously.

It didn’t even take a second for Jungkook’s pace to speed up; alongside with the power that he expressed into every other advance, almost like a pattern that would kill you every time his length would reach that deep inside of you. By the number of uneven breaths, whines, and moans you’d let out, he could tell his efforts were making all the difference.

“H-Harder,” you begged, a whine hidden behind your single word. “I c-can take it.”

This time he had obeyed your request with no questions. It was clear that he wanted to be satisfied himself, but you were also someone he kept into consideration. After all, you were someone he had technically purchased from a bidding, and apart of him wished for you to enjoy your time as well. But as soon as another person’s voice echoed from behind the closed doors, your eyes shot up to the mirror to meet Jungkook’s. You were fearful of getting caught like this, but the looked in his eyes had something different in store.

“Mr. Jeon, I brought your suit,” his personal aide called. “Will you be needing any assistance?”

Obviously, it didn’t phase him one bit. To see how he was acting as if he hadn’t heard anything, his eyes fixated on your body below him, and you wondered how he could keep his pace so steadily, knowing that someone could hear every little detail that they were participating in. It slightly worried you, but there was also a piece that underlies with adrenaline. Just then, you felt his heated body hover over your back. As he leaned forward, he whispered into your ear.

“Answer her,” he commanded.

There was a bubble of hesitation that popped in your mind; which you then swiped a look at him to see that he was looking extremely serious. You didn’t think you were able to encounter such dark eyes that carried more lust than before.

“B-But-”

“Answer,” he interrupted. “Now.”

You gulped in preparation to reply to the lady. Unexpectedly, Jungkook was cautious: slowing down his movements to give some sort of ability to speak steadily. But something in your gut told you to take your sweet time, making sure to extend the minute. You could feel his eyes burning into your soul through the mirror though, and once you opened your mouth, the pressure of his cock rammed into you at the same time you were basically forced to shout out a hard “NO!” and after realizing how peculiar you sounded, you cleared your throat to cover it up. Like Jungkook had planned, his severity was startling. He was just full of surprises. As if it couldn’t feel any better than before, he roughly gripped your waist, figuring that it would leave traces of a couple bruises the next day.

“Y-You can just leave it. I’ll be helping him shortly,” you struggled to mutter as he continued to pound into you.

“Okay… I’ll leave it on this seat,” she informed with a suspicious tone. “Is everything alright?”

“Just-” you paused, feeling his cock thrust deeper into you while praying he’d think to stop for just a moment, “perfect,” you then finished your gritted teeth.

“If you say so…”

As the woman’s footsteps faded away, you waited until the room fell silent, only to be filled by yours and Jungkook’s pants. You felt his hand reach down past your waist, letting Jungkook’s weight prop against your own. Taking a look at the reflection of you two, you could see that he was reaching around to finish you off. Once you felt the familiar touch against your clit, you inhaled a sharp breath out of hysteria.

“God, I-I’m so close,” you trembled through your words.

After you informed him of your nearing high, he could already feel your walls closing around his cock.

“That’s it, take it baby girl,” he huffed. “You fit around my cock so well.”

You felt the pit in your stomach becoming overbearing. You wanted to cum for him so badly, but you wanted to wait until he permitted you to do so.

“Be a good girl and wait for me,” he instructed on cue. “I-I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Before you could say anything, he picked up the pace. You could feel his nails dig into your skin, and you were positive that there will be bruises for those the next day as well.

“Fuck, yes,” you begged. “Fill me up so good.”

Your words nearly pushed him over the edge.

“God,” he breathed. “You’re so naughty for me”

You could feel him pounding you so hard that you swore that you won’t be able to walk up straight once he was done with you. He began to rub your clit faster. You bit the bottom of your lip like your first effort to avoid being loud, but at this point, you didn’t care who would hear you. You just wanted to make Jungkook feel good about how he treated you so well.

“I want to hear you scream,” he harshly whispered.

His final thrust caused your knees to buckle and your jaw to fall open. You knew that you were past your limit; especially when you didn’t hold back your next words.

“Oh fuck, J-Jungkook!” you moan as you coated your juices all over his cock.

As you released yourself against him, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you back to press his front torso against your back. It was an intimate moment between you two when you felt the tension build inside of you from the huge load he had released. It was all quiet, by the two of you holding your breaths to take everything in. Although your sighs were uneven and out of sync when you fully released yourself. You leaned further into him, hoping he would be there to be of aid for the remaining time. His cock easily slipped out of you; which made you disappointed, since it literally felt emptier.

You felt exhausted after the whole ordeal, and it showed when you struggled to button up your own dress. He shuffled to the side to give you your space as fixed himself up. After quickly collecting himself and adjusting his attire, he waltzed towards you, motioning that you both should head out. The two of you nonchalantly then exited the dressing room, except your womanhood ached every time you took a step. He offered his arm to you for support; which you took without hesitation.

He ended up buying the suit he never bothered to try on, but he was sure it was more than likely to fit him nicely. You could tell that his biceps were pretty obvious through his current wear, and when you scanned him up and down, you were caught by his eyes already watching you. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, but he let it be by leading you both to the sidewalk. This is where the two of you waited for the valet to return his car. When his dark red Lamborghini pulled up, you both entered the vehicle and headed for his penthouse. You were dazing in and out, wondering how often this will happen between you two. You felt his hand glide down your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

“Don’t think that this is over baby,” he smirked as he continued driving.

“W-Wha-”

“I’m not letting you go,” he interrupted.

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Fic: Countdown - Chapter 6

Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Rating: M Genre: Angst, H/C, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Humor, Canon-typical levels of poor decision-making Synopsis: A distress call leads the Jedi Battlemaster to Ziost, but time is running out. Follows the storyline of The Rise of the Emperor and inserts missing scenes. Warnings: See Chapter 1

“This is a door?”

Kira nodded to me as I walked towards the circle window like fixture on the left side of the entrance hall of the People’s Tower. I tried to keep my focus on the entryway to the next level of the building as opposed to the corpses now laying at our feet. The amount of bodies that were being thrown towards me to try to prevent us from our path, with little more purpose than for just simple mayhem and death, was overwhelming. There were very few meditation techniques that could fully block out the scent of the dead at this point, but I needed to press on. The fate of this world felt like it was slipping out of my grasp and it felt like it was up to me.

Again.

I couldn’t find the way to open the door easily, looking around for the controls. I reached out with my senses. “Locked.”

“Typical Imperials,” Kira huffed, “So rude to guests.”

I frowned as tried a few things with the Force. “I’m not sure I can bust it myself.”

My friend took a step up and closed her eyes. Then she shook her head. “I doubt even the two of us could do it alone, even if one of us was on the other side. Unless Lana is miraculously right there, we’re on our own. We need something else.”

I frowned. Not really willing to give up quite yet, I tested the door again with my senses.

“Jyana, I think we need something with a bit more explosive power.”

I sighed heavily. “Fine. What do you have in mind?”

Kira scanned the entrance hall. There was a large holographic map of Ziost on display on the middle console. She took a scan beyond it. “There’s something over there, but I think we’ll have to fight our way there.”

“Sounds about normal,” I sighed.

We worked our way over there quickly, myself leaping into battle with a Sith Lord. I only felt slightly bad about engaging him in battle, cause I was fairly sure he’d want to thwart whatever we were planning on his own volition. I couldn’t tell how long he’d been under Vitiate’s puppetry, but it didn’t matter now. A poor imperial medic was unfortunately in the crossfire, which was something that I did feel terrible about. But our situation did not give us a lot of time to reflect or regret. We had to keep moving.

When the enemies had fallen, as they refused to stop until they were ended, I noticed the thing Kira thought she had seen. I picked up the rocket launcher and looked at it with great suspicion.

“That looks promising,” Kira said.

“This might be overkill,” I stated looking at it and checking to make certain it was loaded.

“Pft,” Kira waved that off, “No such thing as overkill.”

“Let’s move.” I put the rocket launcher over my shoulder, loosely letting the strap on it secure it there. I looked back towards the door and frowned. “Did you invite more friends to the party?” I asked motioning towards the four imperial commandos that were now between us and the door.

“I need to hire a new party planner.”

I was getting so tired of fighting, but I tossed my lightsabers to draw the commandos’ attention. I wasn’t sure I was quite comfortable opening with my typical leap into the fray. Adding the rocket launcher to my back would wreck the physics of the leap or at least set it off that I wasn’t sure I had the right read on it. I already had a habit of overexerting and I really could not afford to do it at this stage. I was already exhausted. I knew the final battle was soon, but I could not completely estimate how much longer I had to go. I couldn’t go overboard now, not at this stage.

Kira pushed the last of the four back as he fell. She frowned looking down at them. A glance up at me showed me she was feeling what I was. Overwhelming sorrow. Both of us knew what it was like to be out of our own control. Both of us had broken free, but it did not pass without some level of scars. Such was our life.

We got to the door and I unholstered the rocket launcher. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I checked all the mechanisms, made certain the ammo was set just right.

“Maybe we should knock first?” Kira asked.

“This is me knocking,” I said and fired.

The explosion shock the building and threw both of us back. Startled at the reaction I dropped the rocket launcher and used the Force to cushion our fall.

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

I stared at Kira as I picked myself up off the floor.

“I gotta get me one of those!” she said as she was pointing at the rocket launcher.

“Later. We don’t have any way to reload it and we’ve got to keep moving.”

“No fun.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes and jumped through the door.

It felt like Vitiate had an endless supply of bodies to pile up between us and our destination. It also took a great deal of concentration to focus on jumping up along the elevator shaft to the next level of the building. The screams of the dying, the terror, the fear, all the feelings of deep buried rage kept trying to overwhelm my senses.

“Watch out!” Kira shouted as turrets opened fire on us after we gained our footing on the floor.

A flick of the lightsabers sadly was not all it took, but we did make fairly quick work of them.

My wrist computer blinked at me, telling me that I had an incoming call. I flicked it on as we were besieged by another group of soldiers.

Lana’s voice came through the call saying, “Before we go ahead with this... you and I should talk—in person. I’ll see you shortly.”

I frowned then looked down at the coordinates now showing on the small data viewer after the comm cut off.

“This way.”

I looked at the forcefield over the door to the room that Lana had indicated and let out a heavy sigh. Kira motioned there were electrical panels on the outside of each door. Nodding we both threw a wave of the Force at the panels, causing them to explode. This knocked the forcefield down.

There were many civilian employees within the room. I tried to raise my hands in a defensive pose. “I don’t want to hurt any of you...” I said before they started to lunge at Kira and I, shooting and even some just trying to go at us hand to hand. I sighed, looking at each of their eyes as they fell, fighting to their last with no control of their own bodies. The silver eyes, showing their actions belonged to him.

In the corner of my eye, a green and black cloak flicked by, moving towards the console in the back of the room. Kira and I sheathed our sabers and moved to join Lana.

“You’ve made it,” the Sith Lord stated without looking up as she pushed on the controls, “Good. Time is short—so is reliable assistance.” She fiddled with the holo communication controls on the console and continued talking without really looking back at me. “I have Agent Kovach assembling a suppression team out of whatever droids he can find, so I approached another agent to assist us.”

Theron Shan appeared on the holo and he looked around between us and did what could only be described as striking a pose. He rested his hand on his hip with ease and comfort that belied the exhaustion that was evident in his eyes, even from within a holo communication. I raised my eyebrows and gave a sigh. I partially wondered if he was trying to play it cool with Lana. Then again, this is Theron. There were so many layers behind the surface. I am not entirely sure how many I’d seen behind, but there was a selfish part of me that would like to think that I was one of the few that had.

Of course, now was not the time to think about those kinds of things. Lana addressed him quickly, “Are you in position?”

“Yeah, but this setup isn’t anything like what you described.”

“So what you’re saying is you can’t figure it out.”

“Don’t get all…” he sighed and put his hands in front of him, “I’ll figure it out.”

“We’re about to begin, so that would be nice.”

“He has Teeseven with him, he’ll be fine,” I quickly cut in.

Theron gave me a grateful nod and cut out the communication.

As soon as his image flickered off, I asked, “What exactly are we about to begin, Lana?”

“You’re going to make Vitiate angry. So angry that he’ll place all his attention on killing you.” She punched in some controls on the console and then turned to look at me. If I didn’t know better, she had a very Jedi way of masking her emotions, but that could be partially from how she had to keep her mind focused on defense, lest the incorporeal former Emperor decide to take her body for a ride. She continued on, “When the time comes, you’ll lead him to an electrostatic weapon stored there, in the heart of New Adasta. It’s meant to be a last resort against major civil uprisings, but Theron’s modifying it to be non-lethal. With the reduced charge, its radius of impact will diminish.”

I raised an eyebrow and shared a glance with Kira before looking back to Lana. “You have a weapon designed with the sole purpose of killing your own people?”

Lana waved it off as if it was a non-issue. “It’s not as if we install one in every metropolis. We nearly lost New Adasta to unrest once before.”

“Well in that case...”

I could see her eye slightly twitch, but she ignored my snide remark. “Shall we get started?” she asked and pointed towards the holo comm device.

Suppose it was time for my performance art masterpiece of a monologue. I really hate monologuing. But certain people seemed to love it. Maybe it will do the trick.

I took a deep breath and nodded to Lana and she opened the comm. “Vitate! I am the Battlemaster of the Jedi Order. I’ve struck you down once already. Today, I’m finishing the job. Today, you will face justice.”

Lana cut off the communication and glanced over at me, her expression unreadable except for very obvious exhaustion.

“I think that did it?” I questioned, pondering over if I should have monologued longer, or been harsher, and I almost got caught in my train of thought until Lana cut me off.

“I have to go now. There’s much to be done.” She sighed heavily, “Too much. I shouldn’t have come here, truth be told.”

I reached out and took hold of her shoulder. A year or so ago, she might have flinched at the contact, but not today. “Be strong, Lana. Stay focused. You’ll be fine.”

She offered me a tired smile. “Thank you. We’ll see if you’re right.”

I looked behind me after I pressed the button to call the elevator to the top floor. Master Onok and Master Landai were both unconscious, but free. I could still hear their voices demanding for me to kill them, even though they weren’t really their own voices. I electrocuted them. They would make it. Doc and Lord Scourge were on their way to retrieve them and get them off world as soon as they could. I needed to focus though.

As I stepped in the elevator and punched the controls to take us up, I wondered if Lana’s plan would work. Kira gave me a poke. I gave her a tired smile. She was right. There was a time and place to dwell on what has happened since I stepped foot on this planet, and now was not one of them.

We walked onto the platform to find Theron and T7 working on opposite sides of the entryway.

“That’s it, Teeseven,” he called out to the droid then looked up from his work to see us. He gave a quick nod and what I thought was a slight smirk to me and continued, “Got it set up for as big a non-lethal burst as we can manage.” He looked over to T7 as the droid unplugged himself from the wall socket. “Thanks buddy,” he said to the droid then turned back to Kira and I. “Should be enough to zap anyone in range into a nice, long, involuntary nap.”

I looked up at the large device that was on the ceiling over the open air platform. Frowning I muttered lowly, “Should be?”

Theron shrugged. “Hard to come up with a one-size fits all solution. Lot of guesswork involved. Wish there was a way Teeseven and I could have done a test run before...”

As his vocalized thought trailed off, I looked back towards the entry point I had just come through. I didn’t sense anything quite yet, but I could feel it wouldn’t be too long.

“They’ve got to be closing in,” Kira stated aloud, echoing my own thoughts.

“Then come on,” he said, waving me over to where he had a device waiting for us, “We need to be shielded.” I followed him, still studying my surroundings. He straightened up after ensuring the shield was properly set and looked to me. “Okay. We should wait until they’re good and close.”

I closed my eyes briefly, allowing my senses to reach out to get a good feel for how much time we had. It wasn’t much. I moved slightly closer to Theron and said softly, “I wasn’t sure when I’d run into you again. Not the greatest circumstances, but still.” I very nearly reached to him but halted myself with a small glance behind me. It wasn’t Kira though that I sensed when I could feel we weren’t alone.

He offered a weak but knowing smile. “Maybe next time the lives of an entire world won’t be in danger – but, yeah, feeling’s mutual.”

I felt my heart flip flop a bit at his smile and met his with my own. Soon though, I could feel them. His amber eyes shifted from mine to behind me. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I took a deep breath, then reopened them to follow his gaze. Kira had already drawn her dual-saber, its green light reflecting against the metallic floor.

Theron pulled out his data pad and started tapping. “Okay, here comes the puppet brigade. Fingers crossed…”

It was a fairly sizable group, Imperials, Republic troops, and even some Jedi. I silently cursed the Chancellor and added it to the growing list of matters I will add to a report, should I bother to file one. At this particular moment, the choice words I had planning were significantly less Jedi than they had been the beginning of this entire fiasco. The horde moved closer and Theron triggered the device.

That Theron even had to modify it to be non-lethal was not lost on me. As I saw the soldiers all be stunned and fall to the ground, I could not help but wonder what the result would have been had that modification not been made. The Empire, putting a weapon in one of its capital cities with the capability to kill a vast amount of their own citizens? If they had one of these in New Adasta, they could have it on Kass City, or in a number of other cities. But why? Because of riots? Gee, I wonder why anyone would riot against a ruling body that had no regard for their lives.

My eyes glanced over to a Republic soldier that had collapsed. Were we even better? The Republic should be better than this. Theron followed my eyes and let the shield dome collapse. He approached the soldier and knelt. “This one was closet, took the biggest hit.” He reached for his neck, checking his pulse as I walked up beside him. I looked out towards the door and across the landscape of unconscious bodies. “Still alive,” Theron confirmed, relief in his voice, “We did it! Let’s just hope we got all of them.”

“Let’s hope,” I murmured, still scanning the surroundings. Something still felt off. This moment was far from over, I could feel it.

“We should call Lana now, see if she has a plan for what’s next.”

The bodies began to float in the air. “I have a better idea,” a booming male imperial voice spoke through the woman sauntering onto the platform. With a small flick of a hand motion, the bodies crashed back away from her, clearing a path. Her eyes yellow and wild, she smirked as she drew her lightsaber.

“Master Surro.” Theron’s entire stance sunk and he moved to stand between me and the unconscious puppet army and the approaching Jedi Master. “No...” I lightly reached an arm to his shoulder, trying to pull him back and shift him behind me, but he stood his ground.

“Watching you believe you had a chance; it’s amused me.” Master Surro raised her hand sluggishly as if it were pulled by string, the Force lifting a dazed Imperial lieutenant into a sitting position. “Now this whole charade is pathetic.”

I shifted my own position, trying to assess the situation and moved in front of Theron. Not soon enough, as Master Surro summarily executed the dazed man she’d just set up. The range of emotions in the man beside me went from shock, to horror, to anger. It took a great deal of my own willpower and Force meditation to not absorb Theron’s pain and have it fuel me and complement the dread that I felt; the very dread I’ve been feeling rising since the moment I’d received his distress holo.

Master Surro’s lips turned in a cruel sneer. “Now, how do you wish to die? In combat or on your knees?”

Lana raced from within the building, lightsaber drawn and poised to attack.

“Go away, little Sith.” Master Surro easily shoved the approaching Sith Lord with a shove. Theron moved in front of me again and drew his weapon but was immediately lifted in the air. He gave me a wincing glance before he was unceremoniously thrown against the wall and crashed the ground. I looked between Lana and Theron and took the last reserves of my energy to take a deep breath.

Glancing back to Master Surro, I furrowed my brow and drew both my shoto. The Emperor controlled puppet smirked. “This has nothing to do with your friends. This is you and I.”

Igniting my sabers, I leaped into the air.

The original clash was brief, a flurry of blades. Kira flanked our opponent, trying to keep her busy. There was no way that she was going to let me fight alone, even if I sensed that was what Master Surro desired. We just had to stay vigiliant.

If I could keep my eyes from glancing over at Theron long enough to stay focused.

Of course Surro, no… not Surro, Vitiate… he figured out my distraction and pressed the attack on me, completely ignoring Kira who was trying to sneak attack from behind. I tried to block a downward strike with both my shoto but I lost track of my direction and Surro took the opportunity to kick me and Force push me at that moment. The push knocked me near complete off the edge and drop my shoto completely. I reached out quickly and barely grabbed hold of the edge.

I took this time to reflect on my life choices. Trying my hardest to keep as many people alive as possible, even the possessed jedi that Vitiate used to try to taunt me. Kill them, he had said, I won’t mind—and neither will your dear ally.

I sighed. I tried so hard to compartmentalize my feelings. It wasn’t working. I took a deep breath. Theron’s been through worse, he’ll be fine. They’ll all be fine.

I heard a squeak as I sensed Kira get knocked out, not far from where Lana was. Closing my eyes, I found my sabers and lept into the air.

I landed on the other side of Master Surro, flipping overhead her before she’d noticed I’d gotten there it seemed. She gave me a sneer. “Why won’t you die, little girl?”

“No matter how powerful you are, I’ll never fall to you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Confident—to the end.”

My lightsabers returned to my hands, I ignited them and pressed the attack. I did not relent, I would not back down, and he had to know that.

It took some time until Master Surro finally collapsed at my feet. I took a deep breath and studied her, not wanting to take any chances. When she looked back up, her eyes were their natural color.

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