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Filthy Rich

Spencer Reid x Fem! reader PT.2

☆ pt1!! pt3!

✧ Synopsis;; Spencer Reid was filthy rich, for he was royalty. Handsome, charming and a gentleman, a dream dressed in pure silk for any kind of woman. But not you.

✧ y/n is a mere slave of a nobel family who just turned 22. On the night of the prince’s royal ball she is dragged against her will to this dance just to be used as a coat rack for the purses and coats of the family ladies, who, of course, treat her like absolute sh’t, to the point where they could agreed to hand her over for a generous amount of gold

“Just name your price, sweetheart.”

“Screw you, my prince.”

Just how lucky you were for had caught the

prince’ s attention!

< enemies to lovers 3

17th century royalty! inspired by bridgerton!

CW;; this series might include 18+ content (details will be given at the start of each new part uploaded) MINORS DNI AND SKIP!!!

WARNINGS PART TWO: cursing, blood, violence and a nude scene(?)

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

WORD COUNT;; +2,5k

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

‘Because from now on you belong in this castle.’

You stepped back at his words, his smile never dropping as you amused him with your fighting against the maids that had returned in a clap of his hands. “You shall let them help you with your clothes and washing, I promise you you’ll feel better once you’ve found yourself clean.” he tried to convince you, his hazel puppy eyes glistening under the lights and his voice soft as a caress.

“I can take my clothes off myself.” you spit, your hands making your way to the back of your dress to unbuckle the single button that was left, among those who had fallen off through the years, and undo the bow that molded it’s skirt to your waist, letting your clothes slip to the floor and around your feet, leaving you completely naked to their sight since no petticoat had been given to you by your old family.

The maids gasped, as you had dared to undress yourself in front of the prince, whose eyes never left yours, not really budging at your actions for he was a ‘gentleman’. His smile only grew up more, which you’d started finding pretty goddamn annoying.

“Then, I shall excuse myself… Ladies.” he bowed to the maids, who did the same and said their goodbyes.

“Oh, bless my soul!” Gideon exclaimed as his eyes accidentally took a glance of your naked body once the door had opened, quickly adverting them to his right.

You gave them your back as he closed the door with a mocking smile towards his right hand, your feet, and later on your whole body, being surrounded in clear warm water for what you thought it was the first time in your life.

You sighed in relief and sank deeper into the bathtub, letting your eyes close once a pair of hands started washing your long hair, getting lost in the feeling of it all, in its warmth.

“I won’t put that on.” you shook your head at the dress that was currently being showed to you. Starting from the fact that it’s skirt was way too big for you to freely and comfortably move around, the puff on its sleeves looked ridiculous and seemed really troublesome and the corset which strings stood in the back really threatened your ability to breath. It was a simple and definite no for you. And the color! That shade of yellow won’t flatter you, that’s for sure.

“It seems that the dresses that Lord Gideon sent are no good…” one of the maids sighed, tossing the last one of them aside.

“What a pity…” you falsely pouted, adjusting yourself in the padded chair you had been forced to sit on so the women could take care of your hair.

“Well, there’s still the one that the prince sent! Let’s give it a try.” a brunette one smiled, to which you huffed, you hair being combed by another maid that simply giggled, really entertained by your reactions. “Where was it…, ah, yes!” she seemed to find it, her gentle fingers taking a grip on the strip sleeves of the dress to reveal it to the rest, who let out a delighted gasp.

“Crumbs*! It’s beautiful!” the maid that combed your hair exclaimed, her eyes shining as brightly as the rest of the ladies’.

It was a really simple dress, though it looked more like a nightgown. It was made out of the most beautiful lace you’ve ever seen. It was light blue, and large, enough to cover your thighs, ending below your knees. It had different layers of silk and lace of all types with little ruffles and decorations. The chest was made out of two triangles of silk with lace surrounding them in a soft-looking way that made you…, not hate it. In fact, it was really beautiful.

“Would you like to try it on, miss?” they all inquired, hoping for a positive answer since they seemed to have fallen in love with the dress.

“Well, it’s the most… pleasant to the eyes,” you muttered, trying to not show your true feelings about that piece of clothing, winning excited smiles from the ladies, who helped you to stand and took off your body the towel that embraced you to help you get on the dress.

You felt free in it. It moved with you and it let you breath, and it was so soft. You jumped and twirled, testing the waters. Nothing seemed to get exposed, what made you really happy. Your incredibly long hair caressed your almost bare back, falling to your waist. Your fingers went through it in awe, no knots being found. You smelled like pure lilies and you felt so clean and soft that you almost felt the urge to cry once you’ve taken a glimpse at your reflection in a mirror the maids lent you. You touched your clean face in disbelief, your cheek was bruised and stung when touched, the same as your lips, but your wounds had been cleaned and your skin looked so pure you felt unrecognizable, always being greeted by your reflection full of dirt, cuts and bruises in the pond’s water you used to visit when the mistress’ clothes needed washing.

“You look truly wonderful, miss.” one of the maids said, the rest nodding and agreeing with her, and just when you were about to thank them for their help with a smile, two knocks at the door caught yours and their attention, the prince stepping in after a short minute just in case you were still getting dressed.

“I apologize for my intrusion, ladies. Is everything alright, here?” he asked as he stepped in, along with Gideon, his eyes quickly finding your back and later on when you had turned to face him, your eyes. He simply stood there, silently staring at you, his eyes capturing every single detail in your body and sinking deep in the way you looked…, with the dress he had chosen himself. “You chose it…” he smiled, his eyes finding yours once again, his soft voice reaching you.

“Well of course, it is the most comfortable amongst them all.” you said, looking down at the dress, catching him staring as you did.

He cleared his throat before bringing his hands from his back to the front, letting you see a couple of, really low heels, almost flat silk shoes. “I brought these, though I couldn’t find anything more comfortable, I’m afraid.” he awkwardly smiled, stepping closer and kneeling in front of you, what caused you and the maids to step back in astonishment and Giddon to whisper-yell a ‘Your highness!’. “May I?” he inquired, one of his palms facing upward as he signaled to your feet. You slowly and unsurely nodded, surprised by his actions, but allowing him help you put on the shoes.

You could guess what everyone was thinking at the moment;

Why in the world was the prince of the realm, no one else than Spencer Reid, kneeling and helping a slave like you put on some shoes?

You slightly bent down to take a better glimpse at them. They were white with a little piece of lace surrounding its collar. They were beautifully simple, and they looked really comfortable. When you put your feet back down on the floor you could agree on your judgement by their appearance. Compared to your wooden ones, this shoes felt like walking on clouds. When your sight drifted from them, your eyes met the prince’s once he had gotten off the marble floor once again.

“Well?” his eyebrows rose in anticipation, wanting to know your opinion on them. Everyone seemed to.

“They are not too bad.” you shrugged, your pride making him smile and let out a soft and short laughter. The tension inside the room seemed to dissipate with that sound.

“I’m glad to hear that.” he nodded, making his way back to the door. “Then? Are you ready to go and eat supper?” he offered you, opening the door whilst his eyes looked into yours.

You glared at him for a couple of seconds, still not truly trusting nor liking him, but still decided to take your first step. And after the first one came a second, and later on; a third.

His eyes never left your body as you exited first, waving your hand to the maids as a quick goodbye, which they returned. He bowed at them before closing the door. You awaited next to Gideon in the corridor, which was carpeted with crimson velvet carpets and glistened under the candles of the chandeliers above your heads.

“Shall I fetch the cooks and maids to set up the table, your highness?” the brunette spoke, his hands intertwined behind his back, which stood straight, awaiting for an answer.

“You shall not.” he shook his head. “I wouldn’t like them to work so much this late at night.” the singing of the cuckoo clock hitting midnight catching your attention as your eyes met with the wooden cuckoo that jumped in and out of its home. You wandered through the corridor, your fingers detailing the marble and wood of the oak chest you found on your left, plagued with porcelain decorations and flowers. There were multiple of them through the interminable corridor, perhaps for embellishment. “Though I would appreciate it if you could fetch something for her. I could wager all the gold I have in my hands that she hasn’t eaten for days.” he seemed concerned, his smile fading for a couple of seconds before appearing once again when he saw you twirling around a porcelain doll sculpture of a ballerina.

Not even his friend could understand his actions nor read whatever wondered inside his mind. But he thought he could just wait for whatever the future would offer.

“Sure, your highness. I’ll make sure to send it to her room in no time.” he nodded, after a ‘thank you’ from his friend and prince heading the other way.

You were about to place down another sculpture that you had picked up when his voice startled you.

“It’s Greek.” you felt your heart plummet to your stomach when it slipped from your hands, his being quick enough to catch it in the air. “Almost a was.” he mocked you with a smile, putting it back down on the chest amongst the others.

“Didn’t know the prince would be into collecting porcelain.” you winded him up.

“That would be my mother, the queen.” he chuckled. “Along with the king she has parted to the east to meet Rembrandt and discuss about his new works of art.” he explained, making you now understand his announcement at his ball, asking forgiveness for the monarchs’ absence. “Though I must admit, I take pleasure in pretty things.” his eyes met yours and for a moment you felt as if you were frozen in place, the only warmth you felt being the touch of his fingers gracing yours on top of the oak chest, after his hand had fallen near yours. Your eyes met his hand and later on his eyes again, pulling away from his warmth after a couple of seconds.

“And what does beauty mean to you, your highness?” you inquired him, giving him your back and taking a few steps away from him. “Perhaps gold? Diamonds? Maybe castles?” your hair softly fell on your shoulder as your turned back to face him once again, your dress beautifully dancing along with you.

He just silently stared at you, his hands once again on his back as he took a couple of steps closer to you, a smile tugging on his lips. “I guess I still have yet to find out.” his brown eyes found yours once he stood by your side, the amber of the candles shining on them. There was something in them that you could not read. “Then, shall we?” his eyes left yours just to show you the way in which you supposed you should head to to meet ‘your room’. You seemed unsure for a couple of seconds, to which he decided to taunt you a little bit more. “After you, sweetheart.” he moved aside, giving you a little bit of space.

“Don’t you dare call me that again.” he laughed at your rudeness.

You gave him a side look before taking a step forwards, and then another, and another, the moonlight of the windows hitting your skin, perfectly matching with the color of your dress.

He took a deep breath before following you.

What beauty was…, huh?

“I hope you find the room to your liking. If you are in need of more pillows or sheets just ask for them, alright? You can ask one of the maids to light up the chimney for you if the night gets too cold too.” he said while opening the door and letting you step inside. It was spacious and beautifully decorated. As you stepped in, the very first thing you could see was a huge window that met the gardens of the castle, to your left a chimney with red velvet sofas and a central tea table with books on top of it, you could find more of them on the willow bookcases on both sides of the chimney. And to your right you could find a queen size bed with puffy white sheets, a white dosel and an incredible amount of pillows of all kinds, along with oak nightstands with candles and a big white closet. When you looked upwards your eyes met with the shiniest of chandeliers.

Once you’ve turned around to meet his eyes once again, these caught a glimpse on a food trolley.

“The maids discussed that since you’ve probably not eaten in days it would be better for you to eat something soft so it wouldn’t upset your stomach.” he said, while taking off the top of the plate cover, the smell of chicken stew along with baked potatoes and steamed vegetables making your mouth water. But that was not really what caught your attention. “I apologize if you find it too-”

And before he could even finish his sentence or take a hold onto your actions, his back was slammed against the half-open door from which you’d entered the room, closing it in a very harsh slam exactly when Gideon seemed to be back to check on the prince.

“My prince?!? My prince!!” he desperately knocked on the door, trying to open it but finding it imposible due to the weight of both your bodies on the other side. “Guards!” and as he called for the guards that rounded the corridors…

“Give me a single reason for which I shouldn’t kill you right this moment, my prince.” your breaths intertwined as you stood completely pressed against his body, a knife that you’ve snatched from the trolley threatening to cut his throat as you pressed it against the skin of his pale neck.

He seemed astonished at first, his hazel eyes staring into yours as your heavy breath caressed his lips, which parted as he spoke.

“You wouldn’t dare.” he pressed against the knife to get even closer to you, its edge sinking into his skin and the vermillion of his blood making its way to his collarbones like a river flowing down the hills.

“And what makes you think that?” he smirked at your inquisition, his fingers brushing delicately your arm, its pads descending. From your shoulder to your elbow and later on to your free hand, which stood slightly hidden behind your dress. You gritted your teeth as he slowly and carefully rose it up ‘till both of you could clearly see it. You were trembling, so much it was actually impressive that you could hide it so well.

“Your body speaks to me, sweetheart.” he answered, caressing your palm with his thumb as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on its back.

And before any of you knew, more blood spilled as you rose the knife.

To be continued…

*Crumbs;; used for expressing surprise.

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oswhys · 8 months

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Hey could ads on tumblr not play music or sounds when I don’t event click on them? It would be great if ads didn’t constantly run while I’m using the app either. I’d also like it if ads didn’t just shove their way onto my screen on top of posts. I understand the need for ads, that they “need” to make money. But this website, this app, it’s bothersome enough to use with the constant horrible changes to the UI and policy that it doesn’t need literal pop up ads.

#tumblr #my stuff #sorry I just can’t stand it anymore #I can’t use that app without turning down my volume otherwise an ad will start playing music super loudly #I won’t even talk about what the did to the dashboard #we all know that was a terrible decision #they’re just trying to do a cheap cash in #but as much as I hate Twitter it’s not going anywhere and most people aren’t gonna leave #I’m sure tumblr saw a lot of traffic from Reddit and Twitter users moving but not as much as people in here like to think #and while tumblr also has a few other problems with it #some which I’m afraid to say because I don’t wanna get banned #these ads and other frankly idiotic UI choices are something we’re all aware of #no one uses tumblr live #put the post button back where it belongs #make it easier to make posts this new shit is waaaay more complicated than it needs to be #they just… make choices that don’t benefit anyone #and the profit off of people buying shoelaces and stickers and check marks and blazes #where is the money going?#cause it’s not going into making the site and the app user friendly #also if tumblr is gonna be here acting like a small business that needs its users support to stay running #maybe don’t commission arts every few months for a new app logo #I like the idea of it and I think artists should get paid for their work #but while I know tumblr doesn’t need the money the staff ACT like they need it #I don’t want to sound harsh but you guys shouldn’t waste ur money on check marks on fucking tumblr #you’re kinda throwing away money #because they’re not gonna use your money to improve the website/app #the reason we even have the plague that is tumblr live is that they want to make money off of you #tumblr isn’t a social media site #it’s a testing ground for advertisers #we’ve known this for years

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positivelyghastly · 11 months

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What is this new mobile layout? Disgusting

#personal #put the post button back where it belongs

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theeeveetamer · 4 months

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#tumblr #maybe now they can put the post button back where it belongs in the app

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gendertroublemaker · 11 months

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I HATE THESE NEW TUMBLR UPDATES NONE OF THEM HAVE BEEN GOOD. NOT A SINGLE ONE.

#PUT THE POST BUTTON BACK WHERE IT BELONGS!!!!!#kurt says

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watermelon-mafia · 4 months

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GOODBYE TUMBLR LIVE I WONT FUCKING MISS YOU

#cryptid chattering #now please put the post button back where it belongs on mobile

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foxstens · 9 months

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wtf happened to layout

#my posts #tumblr wtf have you done #WHY IS THERE A SIDEBAR ON THE RIGHT #HOW DO I GET RID OF IT #WHAT THE FUCK #PUT THE HOME BUTTON BACK TO THE TOP WHERE IT BELONGS #T_______T

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beansprean · 7 months

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Follow up to this post dkjfhdkfjhdg (uncensored on Patreon)

ty to @veryintricaterituals for spanish beta! 😙

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Wide shot of the foyer of the house as Guillermo walks backward from the front door, followed by cousin Miguel. Miguel swaggers through, looking around with a teasing grin, and says "Órale! Got rid of all the vines 'n shit, eh? No worries about eco-friendly anymore?" Guillermo smiles nervously, hands held out in a calming gesture as he backs toward the hallway. He replies, "Haha, yeah, okay, just...stay put and wait for me, okay? We'll just be in and out, real quick." Miguel asks, "What, you hiding something?" Guillermo splutters, "No, I just-" 1b. Close up of Guillermo from the front on a startled starburst background, eyes wide with panic as a voice from the hall calls out, "Guillermo?" Guillermo's face darkens and he begins to sweat profusely, bold text nearby telegraphing his thoughts: Oh no. 1c. Zoom out, view down the hallway as Guillermo leaps out of frame in the foreground, startled. Coming down the hall with a confident gait is Nandor, hair down, wearing nothing but his rings and a white button up shirt that certainly does not belong to him. His hairy thighs are bare beneath it, and his decency is only covered by a tastefully long black censor box that says 'swang!' as it swings back and forth with his steps. Nandor's stern gaze is focused on Guillermo as he demands, "Guillermo, where have you been? I had to take a bath all by myself, and I couldn't find my robe-"

2a. Wide shot from the side of all three men as Nandor reaches them at the mouth of the hallway. Nandor sees Miguel and grins, pleased, pointing at him and saying "Oh, hello... Is this for me?" Guillermo stands between them, frozen, red-faced, and sweating like a sinner in church. He shoots a panicked glance over his shoulder at Miguel, who is equally frozen and staring wide-eyed at Nandor's crotch. A clear dotted arrow line aims his gaze. 2b. Repeat. Guillermo snaps out of it and turns Nandor around, pushing at his back to steer him back down the hall. He splutters, "No, that is my cousin, just- no! Go to your room! And stop stealing my shirts!" Nandor, confused, allows himself to be pushed but glares over his shoulder, lip curled, and whines "Eyy, no pushing!" Miguel stands just as he was, wide-eyed stare moved to the middle distance. 2c. Shot from the hall toward the front door, Guillermo close-up in the foreground as he pushes Nandor away. In the background, Miguel somewhat recovers, a startled grin crossing his face as he holds one arm up in a shrug and calls, "Yo, hey, good for you, Memo-" Guillermo, blushing and angry, snaps back, "¡Cállate!" In parentheses: "shut up!"

3. Days later, Miguel stands with Silvia at her kitchen sink, drying a glass jar with a dishcloth as she has her gloved hands elbow-deep in soapy water. Frowning as he works, Miguel says, "Tía, conocí al novio de Memo el otro día." In parentheses: "Auntie, I met Memo's boyfriend the other day." Silvia smiles indulgently, eyes on the sink, and asks, "¿En serio? ¿Qué te pareció?" In parentheses: "Really? What did you think?" Miguel replies, "Como dijiste...mayor." In parentheses: "Like you said. Big." There is an asterisk next to big, leading to a footnote that says "Mayor can mean old/older or big/bigger". /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #miguel wwdits #silvia de la cruz #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described

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allbark-no-bite · 6 months

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Ignorance is Bliss || Coriolanus Snow x reader

summary: there’s something to love about the simplicity of boyhood. or in which there’s still good in Coriolanus and you love him

warnings: none really. this is just self-indulgent fluff. maybe slight mention of smut

word count: 1.3k

authors note: okay first of all ik everyone here spells it Coryo, but i much prefer Corio. the Hunger Games was the first ever fandom that i wrote for nearly 8 years ago (please don’t read my wattpad) and i’m so excited to have an up to date fic posted on here! the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes revived my love for the series and i hope you all enjoy :)

The sky shifts from a faint blue to yellow with the approaching evening light. In just a few minutes the swarms of awakening insects will be almost too much to bear. He swallows, and the combination of his dry mouth and the lack of humidity makes it feel as though his throat sticks together with the action. Being so deep in the forest, away from the rest of civilization, the air out here is so fresh that just breathing it is dizzying.

By now he's so used to the polluted air of District 12 that this sort of clarity is a startling but welcomed reprieve. In the Capitol, he'd grown up hearing stories of the miners in 12 who would eventually succumb to the horrific fate of suffocation, their lungs black from years of inhaling coal dust. Even after just a few months of being assigned as a peacekeeper to the district, the undersides of his fingernails had turned permanently black with the dust.

The games are far from his mind these days—at least most of the time they are. He has done his best to put those horrors in the past. He is no longer a Capitol student, fighting to prove that he belongs there in his hand me down shoes and shirts with buttons made of bathroom tile. Those days now seem like an entirely different lifetime.

His heart rate slows to the point that his chest hardly rises, and his only sign of consciousness is the occasional flicker of his eyes as he fights to keep from dozing off. He lies there watching the sky and counts the hours until the sun is swallowed by the horizon.

It's considerably quiet save for the breeze moving through the leaves of the trees overhead and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot of a forest animal. Five more minutes and he'll get up.

Movement at his side makes him grunt. It's not much, just a shifting of weight, but it still forces a puff of air out of him. Underneath the cream undershirt of his uniform is a mess of slowly healing, raw pink flesh. His body still hurts from weeks ago.

The district boy's spear had stabbed straight through the muscle of his shoulder and was rapidly on the mend thanks to Dr. Gaul. The burns on his back were healing on their own accord, albeit slower than he would have liked. All things considering, his wounds had been relatively insignificant.

He had seen tributes sustain much worse things in the games before. He'd take a couple of burns over a severed head any day.

This time the weight lifts almost completely from crevice of his side and his attention shifts to the body beside him. You'd been curled up, asleep at his side the the better part of an hour.

"Where are you—" His question is cut off as your weight returns, this time into the pit of his stomach, curling up against the curve of his lean body. It half knocks the breath out of him. You have the tendency to do that to him.

With your cheek pressed into his gut, your hand reaches out for his own and he willingly complies, linking his slender fingers with your own. Perhaps you don't realize it but this is the same way he first touched you, hand in hand back in the zoo, and it will always mean more than anything to him. It is this thought that causes him to bring your wrist to his mouth and press his lips against it.

His mouth is warm against your skin, and even if you don't know exactly where the gesture of affection came from, you reciprocate it with the same tenderness.

"What are you thinking about?" You finally ask, breaking a long hour of comfortable silence.

You.

Rather than answering, Coriolanus hums in acknowledgment of your question. "Corio—" At the same time, he swings his leg over your hip, switching positions so that his body is hovering above your own.

"Hi."

You grin, fingers grabbing hold of the cool metal of his dog tags that hang down from his neck.

"Hi."

Looking pleased with himself, he dips his head down, capturing your lips with his own. You were his, and he was constantly refiguring that out.

The kiss is sweet, tamer than what you're used to from him. Not that he's ever been unpleasant, you adored Coriolanus and just about everything about him. But he was a man. A boy growing into a man and that came it, its own boyish tendencies. Regardless, rarely ever did you discourage his wandering hands.

You can't help but smile at the feel of his lean, brawny body pressed against yours. He'd been thin with hunger back at the Capitol. His time in District 12 training as a peacekeeper had done him well. Not only had he become sturdier with muscle, but somehow taller too. One of his legs is wedged between your own, and through his trousers you can feel him, half hard with interest.

Coriolanus pulls away from the kiss at the feel of your lips pulled into a smile. His brows furrow together in confusion, but your smile is infectious and soon enough his own frown is tilted upwards. "What? What are you smiling about?"

You attempt to subdue your grin at his inquiry, but it's to little avail, and that only drives his insistence. "(Y/n). What've I done?"

"Nothing," you laugh, a palm coming up to cup the side of his jaw so that your thumb can smooth over the sharp protrusion of his cheekbone. Normally the action would be enough to distract him, but he's persistent.

"(Y/n)."

“Really, it's nothing," you insist. "I just... I love you." That is what you settle on. I love you.

You love the naivety in which he is able to love. Pure and untainted by heartbreak. Too young to know much at all. Even too inexperienced to realize that there were more ways to satisfy his desire for you than just kissing. His body wanted you in the way that a man wanted a woman, and while he surely felt the effects of that attraction, his pure intentions had yet to stray.

Coriolanus' clear blue eyes narrow in slight skepticism but he doesn't press you any further. "I love you too," he says, lifting his hand to slip his fingers into your hair and massage at the base of your scalp. At the same time, his thumb presses up into your jaw, tilting your chin upwards so that he can kiss you again.

This time you indulge him further and kiss him back a bit more forcefully than before. Your hand finds the short crop of his blonde hair, and like a cat preening under the attention, his body reacts in tandem. He half snorts in amusement at your reciprocation but doesn't comment, too pleased to pull away long enough to taunt you.

Coriolanus takes it upon himself to deepen the kiss, the force of his lips upon yours not yet bruising but certainly heading there. His tongue slips past your lips, exploring the taste of your mouth. At the same time, one of his slender hands slides down your side, his fingers grasping at the curve of your hip.

The day will come that his desires get the best of him, and he’ll want more of you. Frivolous things such as the wrestling and the making out that the two of you do now won’t satisfy him later. And while the thought doesn’t bother you, it’s nice what you have with him now. It’s so simple and so easy to love him and his still boyish self now. The time will come eventually, and that’s okay. You’ve got a lifetime together after all.

#coriolanus snow x reader #young!coriolanus snow #young!coriolanus snow x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #the hunger games

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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hey!! i saw your post about step dad hotch… I AM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. i wanted to share this idea i had in case you have the time and interest to write it: (somno + very light breeding in here too) reader is sleeping on her stomach in her room and aaron had a long day at the office (daddy works hard) and needs to relieve some stress, maybe reader’s mom is asleep or out of town, so he comes in her room, takes off his suit jacket off and neatly folds it on a dresser, ROLLS HIS SLEEVES UP, and then crawls on her bed and straddles the backs of her thighs, yada yada this is where you work your magic, then before he leaves he pushes his cum back into her where it was leaking out maybe murmurs something about it being “where it belongs”. idk if the reader would wake up or not but i would be super grateful if you have the chance to write this #WELOVEYOUSTEPDADHOTCH

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

!!!!!!!! so this is consensual somno for those concerned, but still dark (consensual free use agreement), so don't like, don't read.

There's only one thing on Aaron's mind as he pulls into the garage, clicking the door sensor so that it lowers behind his car: you. Your mother is away for the week on business, though he's almost certain she's messing around with her secretary, so he'd proposed an arrangement with you.

Since you're not often able to be together whenever you want, typically hiding away or keeping quiet, Aaron suggested that you took up a free use agreement. You hadn't quite understood at first, but as he'd explained the concept to you, your thighs had clenched, and he knew he had you. Eagerly you'd accepted his offer, waiting with growing anticipation for when he'd need to use you.

Pity you wouldn't be awake to appreciate the first time.

Aaron doesn't even bother taking his jacket off, socked feet pounding against the carpeted stairs towards your room. Your door is left open only a few inches, and even though he knows your mother won't be home for days, he shuts and locks it after he steps in.

You're a vision, splayed out on your stomach, cheek pressed into your pillow. It means that the sleep shorts you have on are not only on display, but they're riding up to showcase the globes of your ass.

Peeling them off is easy, and Aaron sheds his own clothing, jacket draped neatly over your dresser. You don't wake at the sound of the button hitting the wood, and he rolls his sleeves up quietly.

He takes more time with your panties than your shorts, pressing one of his long, thick fingers against your slit. He makes sure to put the most pressure against your clit, the tip of his finger nudging it. It twitches under his touch, and he smiles to himself.

You don't stir as the mattress dips, Aaron's knees on either side of your thighs. You don't wake at the sound of his belt unbuckling either, or at the feeling of your panties being peeled away from your pussy.

His cock lays heavy and thick in his hand, hardening by the second as his eyes roam your figure. Your ass is bared, and the smallest glimpse of your pussy peeks out from beneath your curves.

Aaron slots his cock under your ass, pressing it just like he had his finger up to your slit. You shift at the warmth, brows furrowing ever so slightly. Then he slides a hand beneath your ass, prodding gently at the lips of your cunt and spreading them to allow for easy access. Normally, he'd watch, riveted, as your greedy cunt swallowed his cock. But because you're on your stomach, he can't, so he guides with his fingers instead. it means that, not only do you have his thick digits pressing at your core, but his cock, too, which slides in with surprising ease. Apparently you're even easier to work up when you're sleeping than when you're awake, which is saying something considering last night's makeout session had you dripping.

"Good," He breathes, voice no more than a whisper in the darkness of your room, "Good job, sweetheart."

What he's praising you for is, of course, nothing. You don't move, you don't whine, you don't delay his pleasure in the slightest. It's like you know you're meant for his cock, lying there and taking it without a hitch.

When he ruts into you, his hips give it steam he hadn't meant to. It means that you rock forwards slightly, head bumping the headboard. He dips down, still slowly getting a pace set, and kisses your cheek where it's facing him on your pillow.

"Sorry, angel." He murmurs, tilting his head to rest his forehead against your heated skin, "You're okay."

The more he dotes on you, kisses to your jaw, nose nuzzled into your cheek, a hand steadying your hips as they shake, the harder it gets to restrain himself. Until finally, he's jackhammering into you, concern for your sleep schedule be damned. He needs you, and he needs you now.

"Shhh," He rasps, watching your eyelids flutter momentarily, "S'okay, honey, 's just me."

He's not sure if you really register the situation, because you don't force yourself awake to enjoy it. The soothing sound of his voice must have had you drowsy again, because no sooner have your eyes drifted open than they shut again, a soft whine spilling from between your dewy lips.

He finishes with a deep, throaty groan, muffled through gritted teeth into the skin of your neck. He kisses up the side of your throat on the way back up, then catches your lips.

"Thank you, honey." He croons, nudging his nose against a flyaway hair and tucking it away from your face, "You make the perfect toy."

When he pulls out, his cum oozes from your cunt, threatening to spill over your sheets. He rushes to plug you with his fingers, reaching for your panties amidst your tossing and turning. Or, attempted tossing and turning.

"Hold still, baby," He coos, dark eyes meeting your drowsy ones as you peer blearily up at him in the dark, "Everything's okay. Just cashing in on our agreement. That okay?"

You nod, somewhat uncoordinatedly, "Thanks, Aaron."

"Thank you, sweetheart," He slips your panties over your legs, and you let him clothe you after he pulls his fingers out. He gives a soft pat to your mound, "There, right where it belongs. Now go back to sleep," He murmurs, leaning down to kiss you, and in doing so, pressing his cum-stained fingers against your jaw, "And tomorrow, you can be awake for everything I do to you."

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yoshida-chiyo · 5 months

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"let me take care of you"

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: explicit sexual content, bdsm dynamics, domination, use of lube, strong language

word count: approx. ~500

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author's note: This narrative contains explicit content intended for mature audiences. minors dni.

As soon as he entered the room, Heeseung knew he was in for a wild night. You had been teasing him all day with suggestive texts and photos. Although he had been trying to play it cool and act unfazed, he couldn't deny the growing anticipation in his stomach.

You were sitting on the bed, dressed in one of his button-up shirts and a pair of lacy black panties. Your hair was in a messy bun, and a mischievous smile played on your lips.

'Hey, sweetheart,' Heeseung greeted, already feeling his heart race.

'Hey, baby,' you purred, patting the spot beside her on the bed. 'Come here.'

Heeseung eagerly walked over to her and sat on the bed, his eyes fixed on you. He could feel the heat already radiating off of you, and it only made him want you more.

You leaned in to kiss him but pulled back at the last second, leaving him breathless and wanting. 'I want you to lay down and let me take care of you tonight,' you said, your voice low and seductive.

Heeseung didn't need to be told twice. He lay back on the bed as you crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and sending shivers down his spine.

You began kissing down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in your wake. Heeseung could feel himself getting turned on already, his body responding to your touch.

'Fuck, baby,' he cursed, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

You smiled against his skin, knowing you had him right where you wanted. You continued to leave a trail of kisses down his chest, stopping to pay special attention to his sensitive nipples.

Heeseung moaned and arched his back, his hands running through your hair. 'Please, don't tease me,' he begged.

You chuckled and sat up, straddling his hips. You leaned down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, your hands running up and down his chest and causing him to shudder with pleasure.

As you kissed, Heeseung could feel himself getting lost in the sensation. He knew you were purposely trying to overstimulate him, and he couldn't help but love every minute of it.

You pulled away from the kiss and sat up, a mischievous glint in your eye. 'I want to try something new tonight,' you said, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a small bottle of lube.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow but didn't protest as you poured a generous amount onto your hand. You began stroking him slowly, your eyes locked on his.

'Shit,' Heeseung moaned, his body responding instantly to your touch.

You continued to stroke him, increasing the pace and pressure. Heeseung could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Just as he was about to come, you stopped and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

'Tell me, who makes you feel this good?' you asked, your voice dripping with seduction.

'You do,' Heeseung moaned, his body trembling with pleasure.

You smiled and leaned back up to kiss him, your hand still stroking him slowly and expertly. Heeseung could feel himself getting lost in the sensation, his mind foggy with pleasure.

With one final stroke, he cried out and came, his body shaking with the intensity of it. You continued to stroke him until he was spent, then you leaned down to kiss him again, your hands running through his hair.

'You're amazing,' Heeseung whispered against your lips.

'So are you, baby,' you replied, a satisfied smile on your face.

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m1dn1ght-jade · 17 days

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Hello! This is the first piece of writing i've ever actually posted, so please be kind! There's no like heavy nsfw or whatever, too nervous to write that stuff yet, but just wanted to see if anyone would like this. Also apologies if the end is kinda abrupt or unfinished. If anyone does take the time to read this, please enjoy, and thank you for reading!

prof!abby anderson x reader // ~550 words // based loosely on this post I made // not proof read

includes (i dont know how to do tags, bear with me) : implied reader shower masturbation, implied shower sex, nudity, established relationship, neck kissing??

nsfw under the cut, 18+ only please and thank you! enjoy :)

Abby wasn't too proud of her decision to end her classes for the day early, but she certainly didn't regret the decision. She quickly packed up her stuff, and shot you a quick text:

Abby: "Class ended early! Omw back now."

When she didn't hear anything in response after a moment, she just clued up her belongings and decided she would meet you at home. She was hasty as she made her way out to her car in the parking lot, it was a nice day out, warm and sunny as summer was approaching, she made a mental note to ask you if you would like to go out with her this evening, perhaps for a nice walk together. She let out a soft sigh as she turned on her car, her hands smoothing over the material of her slacks, stretched over her muscular thighs. Once she was situated she finally began the short drive home, her thoughts on you the whole time. She wondered about what you may be doing right now, maybe you were making some food, or perhaps having a nap; she really hoped you hadn't left the house, she would understand if you had, but she desperately wanted to see you.

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Once Abby made it to the complex she was quick to make it up to your guys' apartment. She unlocked the door and slipped in, she noticed your favourite shoes and your sweater by the entrance, and a smile spread across her lips as she figured you were home. She slipped off her own shoes before making her way through the apartment, undoing the top few buttons on her shirt she had worn to work, rolling out the tension in her shoulders. It wasn't long until she figured out where you were, as she heard the sound of the shower running from your shared bathroom, which was quickly followed by the quiet sounds of your moans, her own name tumbling from your lips, barely audible through the door, but she heard you.

She made her way to the bedroom instead, taking off her shirt and pants from the day, neatly putting them in the laundry bin. Once she was down to her boyshort underwear, and she took the elastic out of her hair, letting the braid it had been in fall loose, she made her way down to the bathroom. She knocked a couple times to announce her presence, before slipping into the bathroom, smirking slightly as she was greeted by the sight of you- beads of water all over your skin, your breathing slightly ragged, and most importantly, your hand nestled between your thighs.

She slipped off her final article of clothing before quickly joining you in the warm shower, her muscular arms wrapping around you, pulling you close to her. You asked her about her being home early, but her mind was already elsewhere, muttering that she had ended class early as her kisses trailed along your skin, down your neck. Her hands ran along your body, pride and arousal surging through her as she felt your hands gripping back at her, as she heard your moans echoing around her. Any thoughts or worries about ending her classes early to see you disappeared from her mind, only you consumed her thoughts now, and now that she was home, she could give you everything you craved.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby the last of us #abby tlou2 #prof!abby #prof!abby anderson #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x fem!reader #the last of us

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ihavethedreamies · 2 months

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Pool Boy (1) | Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~3.2k OuO

Pairing: Yeonjun x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (Pretty Girl, Noona, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Fingering, Semi-Public Sex (at work but no one else is there), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: Getting it on after hours with the hot lifeguard who works at the same pool as you. This is just for context, it literally has no effect on the story itself.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still three-thousands words of just fucking so…

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

-> Taehyun <-

-> Soobin <-

-> Hueningkai <-

-> Beomgyu <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

Everyone had left, leaving just you and Yeonjun. You were finishing up last minute stuff in the office, not sure where he was, but his bag was still inside, so he definitely hadn’t left. As you were pinning up a sheet on the corkboard by the door that was the schedule for the next week, you felt a presence behind you. It was warm and you didn’t even flinch when you felt hands on your hips. Yeonjun wrapped his arms around you, hand holding his other wrist, so they rested right near your belly button. His cheek rested on your head, his mouth right by your ear.

"Looks like we're alone." His breath was hot on your ear, and you pressed back into him, your own hands coming to rest on his in front of you. You shifted and he let you go just enough that you could turn toward him, then his arms tightened again. He pressed so close to you you could feel the slight ridges of his stomach through both of your thin shirts. Your head had to tip back pretty far to look up at him at this distance. His hands unlinked and surrounded your waist, his big hands easily covering a wide swath of your middle. Your own hands went to his upper chest near his shoulders, and slowly slid up to his jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, lips so close to yours they brushed over each other with his words.

"I’ll be mad if you don’t-" He was on you. Yeonjun’s lips were as soft as they looked and you groaned, tilting your head to instantly deepen the kiss. One of your hands ran up the nape of his neck into his hair, the other gripping his shirt over the right side of his chest. His own hands left your waist and descended lower till they rested over your ass, and he put his hands into your pockets. Somehow, he pulled you closer and you moaned softly at feeling him completely surround you. He stepped forward and your back hit the wall, the corkboard preventing you from bumping your head on the painted brick. Reluctantly, you both pulled away for a breath, lips still hovering close.

"This okay, (Y/N)?" When his voice, raspy with desire, spoke your name you shuddered. How could someone this beautiful really want you? Just a normal human, not someone who looked like they belonged in a museum as an art piece.

"I would let you do whatever to me." You admitted and he groaned, his brow furrowing and his lips sealed to yours again. The force of the kiss made you groan, and he took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. Your head swam and you had never been so turned on just from kissing a guy before. His hands were all over you and you sighed when his fingers crept under your shirt and up your back. When you had to pull away again for air, a ribbon of saliva hung between your lips, and you licked to break the connection.

"Whatever huh?"

"Within reason." You were both slightly out of breath still, your exhales mixing between you.

"What do you want to do?" you asked, your lips still so close they brushed as you spoke. One hand left your back, and he cupped your jaw gently, his thumb rubbing over your throat.

"I want you to swallow my cock." His voice was quiet, worried he was being too forward. You groaned a bit, and he at first thought you were unwilling. However, the fact that you instantly sank to your knees, he saw you were more than willing.

"Fuck (Y/N)." He gasped when your much smaller hands went to the waist band of his swim trunks, and you pulled the garment off and away. His cock sprang free, and he sighed in relief. Big and pretty, just like him. Before he could say anything else, your mouth sealed around the head, your tongue swirling around before taking him deeper.

"Shit~" His moans were pretty too, everything about him was so pretty. When the tip of his dick hit the back of your mouth, your eyes flitted up to meet his. Yeonjun swore once again, resting his arm on the wall and then his forehead on his arm. Seeing you like that made his cock twitch and a bead of pre hit your tongue. What he wasn't expecting you to do next was start inching him even deeper into your throat. He whined and you moaned back, swallowing around him over and over to keep from gagging too bad. He said he wanted you to swallow his cock, so you did, burying him in your throat, your nose hitting the skin of his groin. His eyes clenched shut, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, trying not to move. When you noticed his hips twitch slightly, you smiled as best you could with your mouth full of Yeonjun's dick, and pulled back till you could circle your tongue over the head again.

"Wanna move?" You offered and his eyes flew open to gape at you. When he saw your determined face and not a hint of reluctance in your tone of voice, he moaned. You even sounded excited.

"You sure?" And when you nodded, his other hand stroked over your hair, lightly gripping it to hold you where he wanted. It seemed you had some experience with that kind of thing, because you shifted your kneeling position so you could brace against the floor better. The head of his cock brushed past your lips again and he let out a long whine as you let him get as deep as possible. When he asked for you to swallow his cock, he didn't realize you were going to let him fuck your face. Just the thought alone was getting him close, let alone the perfect wet, hot vacuum your mouth created.

"Fuck-" He groaned, careful to watch when you would suck air in through your nose, making sure he didn't cut your air off too much and too long. Your panties were stuck to your folds already and you grinded against the thick seam of your jeans. Splats of saliva and precum dripped onto the floor as Yeonjun struggled to not ruin your throat, but his hips were hard to control the longer he went.

"Gonna…cum-" He gasped and your hands flew to his butt, holding him in place and he came down your throat. The whine he let out as his head tilted back in relief was literally orgasmic. Breathing hard as you pulled off, you cleaned his still slightly hard cock off and sat back, grinning up at him.

"I…I wasn’t really prepared…" He drifted off and you nodded in acknowledgement.

"I’m on the pill, don’t worry about it."

"You sure?"

"Yeonjun if you don’t get inside me soon, I might start begging. I'm already on the floor." You blinked at him.

"I would like to see that, but a different day. Come up, pretty girl." He helped you stand and turned you around, so you faced the wall again. He pressed another kiss to your cheek as his front pressed to your back, his lips meeting your neck as he placed kisses there, his fingers ghosting over your ribs. You could feel his cock hardening again in the cleft of your ass and you knew he would fill you in the best way. As his tongue ghosted over the ridge of your ear, he wrapped his arms around you entirely again, his right hand cupping your covered breast, the other resting on your stomach above the waistband of your shorts.

"That door locked?"

"They all are." You exhaled, his hand slipping under your bra and tweaking at your nipple. His other hand deftly undid your button and slid his hand into your shorts. You gasped as he rubbed over your cunt through your underwear, the fabric already soaked.

"How long have you been like this, hm?" His voice in your ear made your thoughts fuzzy.

"Fuck, since I first saw you." You admitted and he groaned, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"(Y/N), don’t say things like that…" He whined and you chuckled a bit, but you nearly choked on your own air when his hand buried in under your panties, a long finger pressing against your entrance. You exhaled at the sensation, and you groaned when his finger filled you up, deeper than you could ever get yourself.

"Your so wet, noona. Tight." His hips jumped a bit, grinding his cock into your covered back side. You whined when he added another finger, his palm grinding over your clit. He needed to get you more prepared to take his cock. As his fingers scissored inside of you, you reached your own hand back and palmed his dick to full hardness and Yeonjun grunted at the feeling.

"Get inside me, now, please." He complied and you pouted at the loss of his arms around you, his hot skin pressed to yours. He maneuvered behind you; you could hear him take his shirt off as you did yourself. Before you could, he unhooked your bra and he cupped your breasts with his hands, his bare chest against your back. Pressing against you, he stepped forward till the cold wall hit your front, his hands shoving your shorts off. Feeling him bare behind you was thrilling, and while you really wanted to turn and look at him, ogle him, you needed him inside fast. The soft sound of your shorts falling to the floor hit your ears and you whined when the head of his cock rubbed through your folds.

"Oh, god," you gasped as he started to press in. He groaned as your wet, raw heat surrounded him. Yeonjun’s dick stretched your walls with a delightful burn and your nails scratched against the wall futilely, you had to rise onto your tip toes.

"Oh, so good." He groaned once he was inside you all the way. It felt like he was in your throat, he fit inside so deep.

"Fuck, Yeonjun!" You exhaled harshly trying not to clench around him too much, but he felt so good, and he hadn’t even moved yet. Honestly, even if he just stayed like that you would probably eventually cum from him filling you alone. His arms looped around you again, but his hold was more possessive than before. One arm wedged between your breasts, his hand holding the base of your throat. Gently, though, just to secure you. You wouldn’t even mind if his grip tightened a bit…The other arm lay lower, his right hand resting on your left hip, and you braced yourself against the wall with your hands.

"Move, please." You mewled and he took a slow first thrust, the office so quiet that you heard a drop of your wet hit the floor underneath you. Hopefully, you remembered to clean that up later.

"C-can I? I don’t think I can go slow." His nose rested behind your ear, nuzzling it.

"Then don’t. Just fuck me, Yeonjun." You breathed the words out, before his next thrust took it away. Your eyes rolled back as he snapped his hips hard, the thrust was shallow but hard. You threw your head back, it rested on his shoulder as he began to rail you into the wall. Starting to lose strength in your legs, they began to shake, your calves burning from holding yourself to be the right height in that position. He must have noticed because he let you go so you could readjust. You ended up bent at the waist, making a ninety-degree angle. Your hands still held you up against the wall and his hands instead went to your hips. He had to thrust down some, changing the angle at which his cock battered the back walls of your cunt. The head of his dick rubbed over your sweet spot over and over and his thrusts got harder, faster. You wanted to scream from the feeling of him nearly leaving you empty before filling you entirely with a quick snap of his hips. Your head was bowed, your arms above your head, nails digging into the painted brick, chipping it off in some places. Sweat dripped from your forehead, hitting the floor along with the drops from your slick cunt. Yeonjun’s thrusts got sloppier, hard but shallow, his own hands resting on the wall about yours.

"I’m going to cum noona." He grunted and you were close yourself.

"S-s-same-" You managed to get out.

"Ah, fuck!" He was letting out little whines along with you. With one more hard thrust, he set off your orgasm, your walls clenching his cock so hard he fell over as well. You mewled as he pumped you full, your stomach felt hot, but you wanted more. If he didn’t keep going you would have to go home and dig your vibrator out to charge it.

"Shit, sorry!" He apologized, pulling out. You nearly collapsed, your legs like jelly, and he wrapped an arm around you to catch you, then helped you stand straighter. More drops hit the concrete floor, most likely your combined release falling from your still pulsing cunt. Glancing over to him at your side you finally saw him fully. God, he was absolutely divine…and still half hard.

"I can keep going, but I cannot keep standing." You panted, resting your forearm on the wall, then your forehead on your arm.

"Are you sure?" He leaned in and nibbled over your ear as he whispered into it.

"Fuck, yes, please." You nearly keened and he huffed, before wrapping his other arm under your legs and picking you up. You squeaked as he turned around to lay you on the table. The cold plastic was not the most comfortable perch, but you knew that it would be easier to clean than the couch in the break room. Finally, you could fully see him, your eyes drawn to his cock that was quickly getting fully hard. Honestly, you were glad he kept his shirt on lifeguarding because you would have jumped him otherwise. He was so gorgeous, his body proportions absolutely perfect along with his face.

"You need a break or are you ready?" His hands cupped your thighs, pulling them up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

"I’m ready, hurry up!" You insisted and he laughed, his cock meeting your pussy again. Unlike before where he eased into you, he fucked into you hard immediately and your shoulders twitched, back arching.

"Yeonjun~" You felt your mind going numb, the pleasure tingling through your body. He smirked at your decreasing sanity, proud that he was the one doing it to you. You yelped when he pulled you closer to him, farther down the table. He leaned over you, his hands meeting yours over your head, holding them in his. Yeonjun’s lips found yours again and he swallowed every little moan you made. Whining again as his lips left yours, you wanted to complain, but he laid kisses from your cheek to your jaw, then your neck. He wanted to leave a mark or three but with the heat and working, you wouldn’t be able to hide them. Another time. He slowed his thrusts suddenly and you were going to protest, but his hands looped over your thighs again and he forced a squeal out of you when he folded your legs up, your ankles by his ears. He smirked and you were glad for your flexibility, and his hips began to pummel yours, the table shaking under you. When his eyes left your cunt, swallowing his fat cock, and went to your face he chuckled. You were gone, cock drunk and drooling. He had no idea you would get that far gone, not with your confident and bold personality. You were going to drive him crazy.

"Feel good, pretty girl?" Yeonjun stood back up straight, your legs coming off his shoulders so he could notch your knees over his elbows. Each roll of his hips allowed his pelvis to hit your clit, and he would grind hard into you as deep as he could each time. Your moans got louder, your walls pulsing and clenching again; he could tell you were nearly there.

"Yesss~"

"My cock really that good?"

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Couldn’t wait for me to fuck you, huh noona?" His words went straight to your head and cunt, but you weren’t able to say much back but ‘yes’ and nonsense babbling.

"I should always take second shift, wait till everyone else leaves, then fuck you on every surface in here~" He sighed with a slight moan as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

"You would like that, huh noona?"

"Fuck, yes!" You mewled and his thumb met your clit and with one stroke you fell apart again.

"Ah, ‘Jun~!" You clenched him tight, and he felt your cunt overflow and drip from your release. He wanted to hold back, but you felt so good, he was a goner when your legs wrapped tighter around him, not letting go.

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum again." Yeonjun groaned, pumping his hips hard two more times and spilling inside of you again. He fell forward, catching himself on his hands by your head. As your highs came down you pondered how you were going to get home with your shaky and numb legs.

"I’ll," he chuckled, "I’ll help you clean up." He pulled out of you, and you keened at the loss.

"Stay there a sec." He went and got some paper towels and cleaned himself before putting his shorts back on. You closed your eyes, breathing hard and you flinched when he brought a damp towel to your core.

"I make a mess?" You laughed, nearly sounding drunk.

"Pfft, no I did." Yeonjun chuckled and when he decided you were properly cleaned up, he helped you sit up on the table. You wobbled a bit sleepily and he brought you your discarded clothing.

"You’re so sweet." You cooed which made him smile, then he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"We also made a mess on the floor and over there…" He grimaced jokingly and you laughed yourself. Despite your shaky muscles, you were able to get dressed and help him clean. You disinfected just in case since it was a public area. It was nearly eleven by the time you were ready to lock up and leave and he stood beside you as you locked the gate.

"(Y/N)?" His voice was soft, and you turned to look at him.

"I just…I understand if you don’t want like…" He licked his lips, nervous, "I won’t just stop talking to you now that you let me- I mean-" He was stammering, his face red and you thought it incredibly endearing. He had literally just rearranged your insides and was now bashfully rambling. Stepping closer, you grabbed his hands where it was fiddling with his bag strap.

"Yeonjun, you are so sweet. If you want to just stay friends?"

"No! I mean…I want more but if you don't don't push yourself." He cleared his throat, looking intensely at your linked hands.

"I'm not pushing myself." You smiled up at him and his nerves flew away, his lips pulling into a smile himself.

"Thank God."

-> Taehyun <-

-> Soobin <-

-> Hueningkai <-

-> Beomgyu <-

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unreliablesnake · 5 months

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You're mine (Tangerine x reader)

Summary: It always begins with a drink, continues with something stupid, and ends in the bedroom. But when you having a boyfriend endangers your situationship, Tangerine decides to show you who you belong to.

Note: I was listening to Bad Memories months ago and had this idea. Today I finished this story. I hope you'll like it. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

Warning: if you squint, there's a smutish part. f!reader. i didn't do any proofreading. oops.

“That’s a terrible idea,” Lemon warned.

Tangerine didn’t care much about these words while he buttoned up his vest. It was past nine when he had called to see if you were up to going out and having some fun with him, and ever since then, Lemon had done nothing but voice his concern regarding this little plan of his.

And just as he put on his favorite striped blue jacket, Lemon went on. “You go out with her, you drink a lot, you do some stupid shit, and then you spend the next weeks dwelling on her going back to whatever guy she’s fucking at the moment,” he explained.

“I’m not dwelling on anything, for fuck's sake,” Tangerine stated with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t care about who she’s with, I’m not looking for a relationship.”

Lemon snorted at this. “Then why do you always look like a kicked puppy whenever you see pictures of her and her boyfriend on social media?” he asked with a questioning look.

He opened his mouth to respond to this, but eventually Tangerine decided to remain silent. It wasn’t worth the fight, he was in too good of a mood for that. So he picked up his phone from the coffee table, waved goodbye, and left the apartment they shared.

As he was heading to the bar where you were supposed to meet, Lemon’s words came to his mind to haunt him. He would have never admitted it, but his brother was right. He hated to see you with someone else despite your relationship always being casual.

The cool spring air helped him calm down, the barely detectable panic about what would happen after tonight disappearing without a trace. You were good for him, especially after spending a lot of time doing job after job. You were his stress relief, a little vixen who could make him feel oh-so-good with just one intoxicating kiss.

And tonight he wanted to take his time enjoying you in every possible way, from drinking to sex, he had several ideas about how to fill the night. You were usually down for anything, that was one of the things he fucking loved about you. He had once stolen a motorcycle someone left unattended when you were out together, while another time you broke into a public bath to skinny dip in the middle of the night.

Inside the bar he sat down at a table, his phone in hand as he waited for you to arrive. He was early, he knew that, but he simply couldn't wait to see you again. Fuck, maybe Lemon was right, maybe he was taking it a little more seriously than he should have.

After all, he was painfully aware of the lack of posts on your social media accounts. In the past two weeks or so you hadn't posted a damn thing, so he had no idea what was going on in your life.

And then, after about fifteen minutes of agonizing waiting, his eyes finally fell on you. You were breathtaking in the tight red dress you were wearing, sliding through the crowd with ease and grace, and his mouth was already watering at the thought of having you at his mercy at one point tonight.

“Well, hello, stranger,” you greeted him happily, moving closer to give him a hug once he stood up.

Tangerine let his arms wrap around you a little tighter than usual, palms flat against your back as he pulled you into his chest. He inhaled the scent of your perfume, then let his lips brush your cheek as he pulled away.

You didn't make a big deal out of this move of his, in fact, you acted like nothing even happened. When you let go of him and stepped back to put your purse on the table, he felt terrible from the sudden lack of contact. Normally you would be all over him by now, what the hell was different this time?

“Is everything okay?” he asked cautiously.

You flashed a bright and beautiful smile at him. “Everything's great. I'll get a drink then we can talk.”

He raised his hand to stop you from leaving. “No, please, let me handle that. The usual?” You nodded without thinking. “I'll be right back.”

There was no ring on your finger, he checked that. So if you weren't engaged, then why were you keeping your distance? Were you in a serious relationship? Shaking his head with a groan, Tangerine walked over to the bar and tried to get these thoughts out of his mind. He wasn't in love with you, why would it matter if you were seeing someone?

It had been four months since you had last met, maybe you just needed a drink or two to loosen up a bit. Yes, this must have been it.

When he returned with your drink, he saw you type something on your phone with a loving smile on your lips. He had seen that smile in photos before every time you were in a serious relationship. The little green-eyed monster awakened inside him, making him angry that you had someone in your life now.

He came to a sudden halt a few feet from the table as realization hit him like a train. He did care about whether or not you were in a relationship with someone else. Fuck, that was never the plan. This was supposed to be a casual thing, just two adults having fun every now and then without emotions being involved.

Maybe he should focus on having a perfectly innocent conversation with you, and once his glass becomes empty, he should leave and go to another bar to pick up someone who was available. Just a one-night stand to release some stress, nothing more.

“Tan, you okay?” you asked when you put down the phone with a frown.

He put on a fake smile and nodded. “Yeah, I'm good, just thought I saw someone I know over there,” he lied. Once he handed you your cocktail, he took his place and folded his hands on the table. “What's going on with you lately? You barely post anything on social media, I'm not used to that.”

You let out a laugh before taking a sip of your drink. “My boyfriend likes to keep his private life private. Thought I should try what that's like. So far so good,” you reported to his surprise.

You had always been the type of woman who wasn't afraid to show off online, making your friends and acquaintances jealous for you having such an exciting life. You didn't have a nine-to-five job, you were living off of the money you inherited from your late and rich uncle who had no children or wife, but liked you very much.

“So it's pretty serious, huh? I'm surprised. Even in serious relationships you never had a problem with living your life like you wanted. And never cared about having fun with whoever you liked,” Tangerine added, immediately regretting being this straightforward without discussing what would happen later tonight.

“Yeah, well, people change. I was a bitch for cheating on my exes. I would never do this to Oliver,” you told him with a sigh.

He flinched when he heard the last part. “He has a name. Good to know.”

Suddenly you leaned forward and narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you jealous?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, hoping this would be enough for now. But you didn't buy it. “I know this was a booty call, Tan, but I literally wrote it in the message that I'm meeting you as a friend this time. You didn't reply so I thought you were okay with this,” you told him with a hand on your forehead.

“You never sent me that message,” he said as he picked up his phone and opened the messaging app to show you the conversation.

And sure enough, you quickly realized he never received that one. You glanced at your own device and let out a groan when you noticed the goddamn app didn't send it. “I'm so sorry. I feel stupid.”

Tangerine reached out to put a hand on yours. “You're not stupid. But answer me this. Does he fuck you as good as I do?” he asked, deciding that being bold was the right move in this game if he wanted to get his fix from you. But you didn't answer, you didn't even look him in the eye. “Come on, love, answer me. Does he make you come as hard and as many times as I do?”

When you still refused to answer, he let go of your hand so he could pull his chair next to yours to wrap an arm around your shoulder while his other hand grabbed your chin. He leaned so close to you that his lips almost touched yours. You froze like a deer in the headlights, your eyes locked on his piercing blue ones.

“Just one more night. One more, and if you still don't want anything from me, I'll disappear for good,” he told you quietly, but with such confidence that he already knew he won.

But you hesitated. You still hesitated and he hated it. You hadn't been like this before, back in the day you would have said yes without thinking. So he did the only thing he could think of–he kissed you. His lips were moving slowly against yours, tongue swiping over your bottom lip to gain access to your mouth.

“Tan,” you tried weakly as you pushed him away a little.

This only made him more determined to get you. So he put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer again, gripping you tightly enough to make it impossible to escape. You gave in eventually, your lips moving in perfect sync, just like in the good old days. This was all he wanted, you submitting to him once again.

Just when you buried your fingers in his neatly combed hair, you moved on to kiss his jaw before you moved closer to his ear. “I fucking hate you,” you whispered.

“Not for long, trust me,” he said with a satisfied smirk when he looked you in the eye.

Since you had a serious relationship now, you couldn't go to your place so the neighbors wouldn't accidentally talk about your little affair, while his home was also out of the question because Lemon was there. So he did the only thing he could think of and took you to a nearby hotel. He was looking for something fancy, something that would be good enough for you.

He ordered champagne, but only after the first glass he was all over you again and you didn't stop him. Tonight was all about proving to you he put you first, that drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you with only his fingers and mouth was all he wanted.

Then came the begging. You were whining weakly under his touch, overstimulated and needy, eventually begging him to finally fuck you. And Tangerine was more than happy to give you what you asked for, ready to make you cock drunk and brainless. Once he was done with you, you wouldn't even remember that stupid boyfriend of yours.

In the morning he woke up to a phone buzzing nearby. It wasn't his, he knew that since it was on the nightstand, so it must have been yours. He glanced over at you, but you were still sleeping, so he got out of bed to check your bag. When he saw the name Oliver on the screen, he couldn't hold back a laugh.

A laugh that successfully woke you up.

“What are you doing?” you asked groggily as you rubbed your eyes.

Tangerine showed you the phone. “Your boyfriend wants to talk to you. Do you wanna talk to him?” When you opened your mouth to respond, he was quick to interrupt you. “Or we can forget he called and pick up where we left off last night,” he offered with a mischievous smile.

Three hours later he stumbled through the front door of his apartment, meeting Lemon in the living room. He had been watching TV, but now his eyes were focused on him, the disapproving look making Tangerine almost nervous. He raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear the lecture he knew his brother was already preparing in his head.

“Good news or bad news?” was all he asked in the end.

Tangerine flashed a smug smirk at him. “She's still mine.”

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lanassgirlll · 6 months

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Do you love me?

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Warnings: fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, no mentions of y/n

Words: 1,7k

AN: This is my first time writing and actually posting something, so please excuse any grammar mistakes and all that if this actually ends up getting read. Thank you, and enjoy!

It had been a few days since Klaus had left town, telling his girlfriend that he has some business to deal with, which concerns his family only. He had said the words “my family” to her, like she hasn’t been with him for years now. He had made her feel like she didn’t belong with them.

They met a really long time ago, while the girl, had still been a witch. But meeting Klaus and falling for him, she eventually decided that she wants to spend eternity with him. So she abandoned her magic and became a vampire, so she could be with her only true love.

It had been years, since she turned. She learned what it is to be a vampire first hand, she learned control. Even if it had taken her a while to come to terms with the fact that she has no magic anymore, having Klaus by her side, had helped her a lot through it all.

But now, Klaus had changed. She loved him more than anything life could offer her, but could she say the same about his feelings for her?

For the past few months, she noticed a change in him and the way he acts around her. He had gotten more distant and more cold towards her. She didn’t know why. Was it her fault? Was it something she had said or did, to upset or hurt him in a way? She had been trying so hard to find out, to fix things between them, but her effort was pointless.

Now? After months of trying, she had finally given up on trying to find out why Klaus had been pushing her away. She was usually a bright and bubbly person, who could make you smile in an instant, without even putting much effort into it. She had stopped doing the things she loved, she had stopped seeing and talking to most of her friends. All because she couldn’t figure out what was so wrong, that made Klaus hate her so much.

She was tired of trying. Thinking that he had fallen out of love with her, she started keeping her distance from him as well.

It was late at night. Laying in her bed, their bed, which now was barely shared between the couple, she was yet again thinking about him. Sure, they never officially ended things, but it felt like they did in a way.

She had been laying there for hours, crying as silently as possible. Not that anyone would hear her. She was all alone in the house.

Standing up, she walked over to where Klaus’ drawers were, and slowly took out one of his shirts. She slowly put it over her own and smiled sadly, smelling his light scent coming off the fabric of the shirt. She missed him so much, yet she felt like she had no right to.

She walked out of their room, and instead went to try and sleep in another one of the rooms on the floor. As she walked into the room, flipping the switch to turn on the lights before making her way over to the bed in the corner of the small room.

She sat down and did her best to wipe the already dried tears off of her face. She was exhausted of crying all the time.

Taking out her phone from the pocket of her jeans, she turned it on and looked for Klaus’ number. She took a deep breath before pressing the button and dialing it, already feeling regret after the first two seconds.

Answering the call, Klaus spoke from the other side of the phone “Hey, is something wrong?”.

She took a few seconds to think before speaking up “No I- why would you assume that?”

“Because what else would you- call for?”

“Oh.., right, I guess you have a point. I mean why would I want to call my so called boyfriend right? It’s not that I miss you or anything.”

She instantly felt regret after saying those words out loud, and before Klaus had the chance to say anything back, she apologized and hung up the phone on him.

She then turned it off and laid down on the bed, deciding to just try and sleep it off.

Klaus was worried about her. After their call last night, he had immediately decided to go back home and talk to her in person about what was wrong. He knew he has been distant and pushing her away the last few months, but he had only been doing it, so he could keep her out of the problems that had been rising every other day. He thought that she was already involved enough and that he didn’t want her to get caught in the middle of it more than she already had.

Truth be told, he was scared to lose her. And only after hearing how sad she sounded over the phone, he had realized that by pushing her away, he was slowly losing her still.

So there he was. Getting out of his car that he had just parked in front of his house, early in the morning. He walked inside and quickly walked up the stairs to their shared room.

Opening the door and seeing the bed empty, his heart dropped to his stomach. Had she left him? The hybrid took a deep breath and tried focusing on hearing her heartbeat incase she was still there.

He heard her, not far from where he was and relief instantly washed over him. He walked back out of the room and followed the sound of her heartbeat.

Opening the door of the room she was in and seeing her asleep on the bed, he let a tiny smile dance on his lips for a few seconds only.

The hybrid walked over to the bed and slowly sat down next to her, gently taking her hand in his and tracing his thumb over the knuckles on the girl’s hand.

Klaus was happy that she was still here.

Feeling the movement of the bed, she slowly started to wake. Humming a little, she looked up and saw him looking down at her. The girl freaked out a little, since she didn’t expect him to be next to her.

“Niklaus? You’re here?”

Slowly sitting up, she pulled her hand away from his and looked down.

“I am. You got me worried last night with that call, love.”

Chuckling a little, she rubbed her finger over her hand.

“You haven’t called me that in so long, I actually had forgotten how it sounds when you say it to me.”

“I know that-”

The girl looked at him again and shook her head.

“No, Klaus, you don’t know anything. It’s been months! Months since you told me that you loved me, months since you’ve stopped talking to me. I tried so hard, to fix it, to- to find out what was it that I had done wrong, but you never let me fix it.”

Klaus clenched his jaw. He was angry at himself for what he had done.

“Love, I was only trying to keep you safe. It took me way longer than it should have, to realize that by pushing you away, I was still going to lose you.”

She stared at him in disbelief. She wanted to cry, but she had nothing to give.

“Are you being serious? You’re a million years old, and yet you are that stupid to think that the solution to all your problems, is to fucking push me away?”

The hybrid looked at her sadly. He understood why she was angry and upset with him. And he knew that he’d do anything to fix it. He loved her too much.

“I was scared, I- please tell me how to fix this, I will do anything you need me to do, just please, love.”

Klaus gently took her hands into his and held them tightly, too afraid to let go.

“Do you even- love me… still? Are you still in love with me, like you were before?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. I love you more than anything, sweetheart, you know that I do.”

The girl looked down, staring at their hands. Hearing his say that he still loves her, made her feel such relief, but yet she was still so hurt.

“Then why wouldn’t you just talk to me Nik? If you had told me how you felt, I would’ve helped you, I would’ve done whatever it is that you needed me to do. But instead you pushed me away and you hurt me- you hurt me so damn much.”

Klaus’ heart broke for her. He never wanted to hurt his girl, he just wanted to keep her safe.

“I’ll fix it, okay? I’ll make it right. I’ll spend the rest of my miserable life, making it up to you, for hurting you like this. I never wanted to. God, I am so, so sorry, sweetheart.”

Tearing up himself, he gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest and stroking her hair softly.

The feeling of his warmth, finally so close to her again, she just broke down into his arms. She had missed him so much.

“Shh, love. I’m here now. I’m here and I am never leaving you again.”

With trembling hands, she held onto his shirt, clutching it so hard she thought it would tear.

“I love you. I love you so much, Nik. Please never do this to me again, I beg you. I can’t- I can’t live without you.”

Klaus slowly laid down, pulling her with him without letting go. He held her tightly and close, still stroking her hair and rubbing her back softly, trying to comfort her and help her calm down a little.

“I swear, I will not. You are my everything, love, my whole world, my sun.”

They laid there for what felt like hours. She cried until she just couldn’t anymore, and Klaus held her the whole time, helping her calm down.

He deeply regretted everything he had done and said to her those past few months, but he would do all that he could to make his girl happy again.

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orion-tyche · 6 days

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Gone

Summary: What if it all went wrong? What if Hemlock got away with Omega? What if our heroes didn’t get the happy ending they did? If there’s one thing I can tell you, it’s that it doesn’t end well.

Word count: 1924

Notes: Break-it fic!!! Saw someone make a post about wanting a fic where everything goes wrong so here it is!!! I’ve been wanting one of these too but it ended up being a “fine I’ll do it myself” thing. It’s a quick one-shot, but here ya go hope you enjoy!

Tag list: @mantellmix @twinsunstars

The doors opened to a long catwalk, leading to a small landing platform. It was just large enough for a small fighter. Hemlock dragged Omega along, having lost nearly all his patience. And Omega knew it. His base was wrecked, his data gone, his CX troopers were unable to help him anymore.

“But I still have you.”

And that’s what haunted Omega as she struggled against the binders holding her and Hemlock together as he walked along the catwalk, towards the landing platform. His commander was right behind her. Scorch, was that his name? Omega had heard his voice before. He sounded like a clone. Omega didn’t want to believe he was a clone. Who would serve the very man causing so much pain to his brothers?

Hemlock looked at the small keypad in his hand, the one he tore off the CX operative that had been continuously following Omega and her brothers. He tapped a few of the buttons, then looked out almost triumphantly at the rainy skies. It was pouring, and Omega’s hair stuck to her face. From the clouds and rain came a familiar ship. It was black and red, and was a sleek new design. Omega had only seen a ship like it once before. It belonged to that same CX operative. It was the ship she’d been taken here on after she surrendered on Pabu.

Hemlock kept walking, his pace increasing as the ship landed. He was wasting no time. He stopped in front of the ship’s ramp and looked back for a moment at Scorch.

“Make sure no one follows us.” He said, the anger evident in his voice. Scorch nodded and took a charge out from his belt. He primed it and threw it back along the catwalk. Omega watched as it hit the metal ground and exploded. The ground she was on shook a bit, and she looked back up at the explosion as she stabilized herself. There was a giant gap in the catwalk now, separating the base exit from the landing platform. She took one last look before Scorch walked inside the ship and Hemlock followed, dragging her with. She pulled back again, and reached for the small dental tool hidden in her sleeve. She went to stab at Hemlock with it, desperate for any escape. But Hemlock held her arm back and ripped the tool out of her hand. He tossed it away and glared at her.

“I’ve had enough of this. Stun her.”

Hunter opened the doors, tired and injured and only thinking of Omega. He could tell Crosshair was the same. The doors opened to show what used to be a perfectly serviceable catwalk, now in two pieces. The side they were on, and the side where a ship sat ready to take off. He saw Hemlock, Scorch, and Omega in front of the ship’s ramp. Hunter crouched down on the catwalk, the rain blurring his view. He felt Crosshair rest his blaster on his shoulder. Scorch shot Omega with a stun blast, and she fell to the ground. Hemlock released the part of the binders on his arm, and put it on Omega. Scorch hit the switch on his blaster to revert it back to kill, and aimed at Hunter. Hemlock whispered something to him, and then entered the ship. Scorch kept the blaster aimed at Hunter and Crosshair with one hand, and dragged Omega inside the ship with the other. Hunter had enough. He shot at Scorch, anger fueling him. But between the torture earlier and the rain now, his vision was blurred and his senses overloaded. Crosshair went to shoot as well, with only a bit more accuracy than Hunter. Both wanted to fight for Omega, to get her back, and were willing to do anything. But they just couldn’t. Not anymore.

Scorch, spooked by the blaster shots, hurried inside the ship with Omega and closed the ramp. The ship began taking off. No. Hunter shot at the engines. The shields were already up. No. Crosshair stood and shouted something Hunter didn’t hear. No. Hunter had been here before. Six months ago on Ord Mantell, when he’d watched that shuttle fly away above him with Omega. No. Crosshair had been here before. Just a few days ago when he’d missed his shot at the operative’s ship. No. The ship flew away, up into the atmosphere and into hyperspace. No. No. No.

Omega woke up, she didn’t know how long she’d been out. She had hoped with all her might that seeing Hunter and Crosshair meant she would be safe. But as she opened her eyes, she only saw the familiar red and black walls of the operative’s ship. She noticed her hands were cuffed now, and she was sitting in the back of the ship. She looked around and saw Hemlock sitting in the pilot’s seat, aimlessly looking out at the blue streaks of hyperspace. Scorch was in the co-pilot’s seat, but was turned around and watching Omega. Of course. Hemlock would know better than to leave her unattended now. But she would still find a way out. It didn’t matter what prison he put her in, or whatever other place he had in store. She could escape. She would escape.

Or so she hoped.

Hunter sat in the cockpit of the Remora, just staring at the buttons on the console. Rex and what was left of the rebel clones showed up on Tantiss shortly after Hemlock had gotten away. They picked up Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair. Echo went on an Imperial shuttle with the clone prisoners.

Wrecker was laying on the floor, now with more med-patches and a monitor on his heartbeat. The monitor made slow, repeated beeps in the background. He’d been hit hard in the fight, between the creature in the jungle and the fight with Hemlock’s operatives.

Crosshair was sitting on a bench near the holotable. Howzer was sitting with Crosshair, attending to where his hand used to be. Rex was sitting in the cockpit next to Hunter. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up.

“…I’m sorry.” He said. Hunter glanced up at him, and sighed.

“Me too.” He replied. He really had nothing to say. He’d lost Omega. For a third time. He didn’t even get to see her before she was taken away again. The last time he’d properly talked with her was when Pabu was being invaded. And he wouldn’t ever talk with her again. Hemlock was off to who knows where, nobody had any leads on his location, and Hunter had almost no will to do anything at this point.

He was ready to give up. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew he should carry on for Omega. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt like such a failure. It was his job to protect her. He knew he was her brother, but more often than not he felt like a father. He felt responsible for her. He’d failed her. He’d failed himself. He’d failed his squad. Crosshair was right. Clone Force 99 died with Tech. But it took losing Omega for Hunter to see it.

Echo stood at a holotable, pouring over files and various information. It had been several years since Omega was taken. Maybe ten, now? Had it really been that long?

Echo was alone in the room. He’d kept the small Clone Rebellion alive, but it was getting harder every day. Clones were dying all around him, whether to the Empire or because the accelerated aging was catching up to them. He’d lost Howzer just a few months ago. But Wolffe had come to join them, not very long after the escape on Tantiss. He, Gregor, and Rex had gone off on a mission about a year ago. They never came back. And so Echo was left alone, running the rebellion and trying to find Omega. Hunter had given up entirely. Wrecker was kept busy with trying to get Hunter’s spirits up. Crosshair had decided to stay out of everything, and kept to himself nowadays.

Echo examined a file. Nothing. Nothing, day after day. Where could someone go in the galaxy where they could never be found?

Hemlock walked down the dark gray hallways of the Deero base. Deero was a nice place, by Hemlock’s standards. A small, rocky planet that was on the absolute edge of the outer rim. No one could find it. Besides that, it didn’t have much to offer. But it worked. Hemlock had built this new base underground, deep within the depths of the planet. The entrances were hidden above ground, and all landing pads were under rocks or hidden behind the natural formations of the planet. And the constant dust storms above ground kept scanners from seeing anything. He wasn’t making any mistakes with this base.

Hemlock set his datapad into the scanner and input his code. The blast doors opened and he walked into the second hallway, guarded by several ray shields. It was a similar construction to the Vault on Tantiss, but, of course, with added security measures.

Omega had been…troublesome, to say the least, when they first arrived at the base. When he left Tantiss, he went to the secondary facility on Daro where he was able to contact the Emperor and explain the situation. Lucky for him, he was the Emperor’s favorite and wasn’t blamed too heavily for the incident. But the Emperor never fully forgave. Hemlock’s climb to Scientific Minister had been slowed, but he was sure it would come soon.

Soon after, the Deero base was built and Omega was transferred there. She’d attempted to break out multiple times, getting very far on multiple occasions. But, a simple fix was easily administered. Simple, but effective.

Hemlock came to the end of the ray shielded hallway and input his code a second time. The second set of blast doors opened, revealing the main lab. His assistants and employees were bustling about, attending to their tasks and examining test results. They went around their stations, exchanging work and comparing data. In the middle of the room was a large glass capsule, filled with bacta. And inside, floating around, was Omega. She was hooked up to various cords and tubes, some of which kept her in the hibernation she was in. Others constantly took samples of her blood, flowing it out so tests could be made without any wait. He was ever so close to finishing Project Necromancer. Then he could be Scientific Minister. He had to be, once this was done.

He watched as Omega floated aimlessly in the bacta, remembering the naive child she used to be. When she was defiant, idealistic, and imaginative. Now she would never be any of those things. She didn’t have the chance. And never would get it again.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He snapped his head to look at the researcher bothering him.

“What is it?” He asked coldly, not fond of being disturbed.

“Uhm, sir,” The researcher started, her voice nervous and shaky. “We’ve done it. Project Necromancer is complete.”

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