#[ because he is just kind like that even if he's angry and hurt but still will lend a hand

[b0xerdancer-writes]

To Prizrak, from Zima

Bucky Barnes x ExHydra!Mutant! Reader

Summary: The Avengers never expected much from an old Hydra base until a single terminal pinged to life, triggering alarms. Sent to investigate, Bucky Barnes found more than just an abandoned facility he found an old ally, someone who never slipped from the back of his mind.

Warnings: All things Hydra related, starvation, amputation, brainwashing, enslavement, human trafficking technically in a way, weaponry, mutant racism, war talk, bombing

Word Count: 1688

Notes: Prizrak=Russian for ghost/phantom, Zima=Russian for Winter

This has been sitting in the drafts for awhile. This one may be something I expand on. Kind of a short one.

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When the Avengers got a ping from a ghost file, they had planted at a reportedly abandoned, now confirmed to be abandoned, Hydra base it had them on alert. The file they had planted was to access Hydras database and see any files the organization accessed, while the base was abandoned it had never gone offline since it seemed Hydra had all intent to come back to it eventually, since it had been an emergency evacuation during World War 2 during the blitz bombing but Hydra never came back to it just leaving it an abandoned loose end. It had been up to Bucky, who was just finishing a mission up nearby, to explore the random singular terminal ping.

But Bucky never expected to come face to face with the one person he considered a rival besides Steve or Sam, an Ex-Hydra agent who answered only to the codename 'Prizrak' as far as he knew. When he was still The Winter Soldier, he knew they had gone on a mountain of missions together, for whatever reason she was one of the only things Bucky could remember from within Hydra; for whatever reason The Winter Soldier had wanted to be able to remember her so bad that even through the memory wipes or if he went dormant he would be able to remember her, he had her so innately engraved into his memories. Maybe it was because she was one of the only good things that happened to him in Hydra.

He knew small things about her, the kind you would only know from nights sitting under the stars after a mission or when traveling back to base. She was 13 when she joined Hydra, she was a mutant, and her parents had sold her to Hydra because they were starving and needed the food rations and Hydra could use her and her abilities for experiments. The super soldier serum they had pumped through their veins had only amplified her mutant abilities, but Hydra had gotten angry the retractable claws she had weren't strong enough, didn't also get amplified so when she was still young, they had amputated her fingers at the first knuckle and replaced with prosthetics that activated the same way.

Yet, here she was gun already drawn and aimed at him without looking up from the terminal she was tapping away with one hand on, Bucky's walk through the building had given him flashes of memories of being in this base before, everything was covered in a layer of dust and looked like it had been evacuated in a panic with chairs knocked over and papers scattered everywhere. Yet he stilled when the foggy yet familiar figure came into view as he stepped into the experiment control room's doorway.

He raised his hands in surrender, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth when he saw her relax a slight bit. "Nice to see you again Prizrak."

It was only after he spoke that she looked up towards him and lowered the gun to the holster on her hip. "Ah, Zima, though it might have been you, the footsteps sounded familiar."

For some reason her calling him Winter didnt seem to bug him, only caused a light buzz of nostalgia instead. Afterall, that side of him considered her an ally and a friend. Someone just as hurt as him by Hydra, someone who would rather defend him than hurt him, even if it was Hydra orders. It had been that same part of his brain that wanted him to keep tabs on her through the years, she had gone rogue and defected in the chaos of Hydra that was caused by his own defection and she had been targeting Hydra agents since.

He chuckled dryly, crossing his arms he leaned against the doorway. "You know I was never really the stealthy type. That was always your job."

The air between them was lighter as she hummed in acknowledgement dropping her gaze back down to the terminal.

"What are you looking for?" His gaze was curious as it flicked down towards the terminal and the familiar metal fingers that nimbly typed away.

She narrowed her eyes at him, an attempt to evaluate his intentions probably. "My book, someone out there still has it. I want it back."

Bucky nodded, he knew well enough what she referring to, the notebook that held her own codewords. He couldn't deny that he himself was curious about it too, she had been trained the same way he had with the words and brainwashing, they had even been pitted against each other before they were put on missions together.

"You think you'll find the information here?" He stated more than asked.

"I think I'll find out who has it here." She corrected.

He quirked a brow at that, stepping further into the room but still keeping distance from her, he couldn't let his guard down yet even if he wanted to. His curiosity was peaked though, who indeed could have her book?

"And once you've found out, what do you plan to do?" He asked. He didn't expect a straight answer from her, she was always a bit more guarded due to being abandoned by her family because she was a mutant in exchange for food.

She growled slightly like it wasn't an obvious answer and she was annoyed he had even asked it. "Get out again. For good. No one would know the sequence, no one could control me like that anymore."

"Fair enough." He sighed, he knew well enough how it felt to be a puppet strung on someone else's strings. He found himself empathizing with her. "But you know I can't just let you go back out there; I can't let you go. You've killed numerous of the Avenger's missions' targets. We at least need you to tell us what you know."

The computer made a beep, and she was quick to plug a small USB drive in before pulling it out, pocketing it and corrupting the master file. "You can and will Zima, you were kidnapped by these guys, I was sold to them. There is no loyalty to Hydra in this room, you could care less if they were questioned."

Bucky sighed, she was right, and it was why he was never allowed to interrogate any of the ons they did apprehend even though Steve and Tony claimed it was in case they knew the words that would wake the Winter Soldier up.

Before he could answer her though, a beep came through his comms, Steve's voice flooding the room. "Buck? Everything okay at the base? What's your status?"

Her gaze hardened on him, like she was waiting for him to throw her under the bus, it was Steve after all the person he had managed to defect for.

"All good Steve," Bucky sighed, giving her a soft empathetic look, "Base is all clear, just a random terminal turned on must have been trying to back up files or something. It's just old wiring and bad circuitry. I'm gonna do one more sweep through and then head back to the rendezvous point."

Her gaze softened and she nodded her thanks.

"Sounds good Buck meet you there, keep us updated when you leave." Steve signed off.

Bucky moved to let her slip through the door, but before she slipped by, he stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. "Stay safe, leave a call sign for me to know you are still okay, will ya? I'd blame myself if i let you leave here and you got hurt or captured."

She nodded as he removed his hand. "Will do, Thank you Barnes."

Bucky stilled as she slipped into the shadows and disappeared into the depths of the base. She had never called him by anything other than Zima, he knew nothing about who she was before Hydra, he only knew she got the name Prizrak because she was stealthy enough to slip in and out of places as if it had been a ghost.

He sighed and finished the sweep of the base, with nothing else worth any value to him he set off towards where he was supposed to meet up with the team for a pickup, apparently in the 20 minutes it had taken to clear the base some new mission had popped up.

For the next few months every time a Hydra themed mission came up, he'd watch for any calling cards from her, a small ghost carved into the underside of something like a desk or a shelf, and whenever they'd get to a base or person before she had he'd make a note to go through whatever info he could for her, which had resulted in him writing the synopsis of what he found down in a small compound notebook, disguised as the same thing Steve had been doing, writing down things he missed or wanted to experience while not the winter Soldier, about half way through the book but before the bookmark was a section of papers that all started the same way.

'To Prizrak,'

and ended just the same

'from, Zima'

and every once in a while, he'd drop off the notebook at a safe house he had figured out she was using based off a series of call signs from her, a random number or letter in the stomach of the ghost.

Without fail it would appear the next night on a bench that he'd made a habit about taking a breather at when he went on 3am runs with the next page filled in as:

"To Zima,"

always with some shred of info she had found before them and signed off the same:

"From, Prizrak."

It wasnt until two years later that he smiled down at the composition book.

To Zima,

I did it, I found the book, burned it, I'm out. Meet you here tomorrow, in person.

From, Prizrak.

He slipped the pen from his pocket, abandoning the rest of his run and instead walking towards the safe house. writing one final

'To Prizrak, From Zima."

[crustyfloor]

Honestly, I had questions when HyunA died, most of them just being why. After everything, after the pain Luka left her with, and the immense guilt over Hyunwoo's death, knowing what she's been through, why would she willingly take a bullet for Luka or even embrace him? It felt contradictory for a while, but now that I think about it, it feels very true to what we know about her for HyunA's character to have gone in this direction because of the person she is.

HyunA is the character who lived the "freest" life after escaping Alien stage. She got to experience what living freely was like outside of that environment and learned how to grow beyond being a pet human into her own person.

She was determined to keep pushing herself to move forward with each day because she would not let the struggle or her past stop her from continuing to live. Luka might've thought of Hyuna's rebellion as avoiding the situation, but she was building a life for herself, and we can see just how much HyunA grew during her time with the rebellion, how much she was loved and loved in return

HyunA didn't dwell on her past too often. Even so, her attachment to her childhood is significant; naturally, it makes her who she is today. The happy memories from her time in Anakt Garden that shared space in her heart with her moments with the rebels show she's reluctant to let that part of her go. But alongside this comes a burden she has to carry for years because she's constantly reminded of Hyunwoo's death; the child in her was still, always grieving him, feeling to blame for something that wasn't her fault. The pain of remembering it all weighs on her heavily.

Luka is the last living symbol of her past and her trauma that she couldn't let go of. The lasting sentiments and fondness she has for him clash with the complicated feelings he left her with after her brother's death. She couldn't bear being close to Luka anymore because knowing he was the cause of her brother's death hurt her. She regretted ever even getting close to Luka. She resented herself even more because she didn't want to let go of him

HyunA is brave for having worked so hard to get to the point where she could laugh again after escaping. There was a time when she was overdrinking and smoking to cope with the full force of her emotions when she first arrived at the rebellion.

After time passed, she could act as if she were confident and already resolutely moved on on the surface.

But really, Luka remained an everlasting and lingering presence in her life. The way Luka haunts her brings her back to the past she doesn't want to address. The way she used to see him as this harmless lonely boy who'd cling to her and follow her around. Now, she avoids his gaze or freezes when she sees him. He's a constant obstacle in her journey. She resents that undeniably. But she's guilty that despite that, and after everything, she still cares about Luka enough that he is a weak spot for her.

HyunA isn't a vengeful person. She is a justice seeker, but she isn't angry. She wants peace; she wants peace for herself and the people she cares about, and you can't find that in anger or hatred. Many people's first response in her position would've been to be angry, and rightfully so. But HyunA doesn't let anger dictate her next actions no matter how justified she would've been. That isn't the kind of person she is. This doesn't mean she accepts the pain she went through, but she always wants to keep moving forward in the right direction.

HyunA's humanity and love are strong aspects of her character; they've guided her to this point, and since she is effortlessly compassionate and selfless, always putting what she cares about before herself no matter how foolish it may be

It didn't even take her a minute's thought to save Luka the moment she realized he was at risk. She just moved. Despite her appearance of disinterest moments before, when she realized what he was doing, that look in his eyes (she knew him better than anyone there did anyway), that part of her from childhood that was always caring for and looking after him naturally resurfaced instantly. And like the impulsive, self-sacrificing person she is, she protected him.

Even with HyunA's extremely mixed feelings and lingering affections for Luka, it is not acceptance of all he did to her or forgiveness that makes her save him. The pain and discomfort Luka put her through is inexcusable. Regardless of however much she might disregard/dismiss it, she still suffered. She never forgot that, that's why she can't forgive him.

But it is HyunA's love, compassion, and humanity that have always guided her. At heart, she has a beautiful and kind soul. She fights for others because of her many experiences and the death of her closest loved one. Even though she 'could've' let Luka die, her strongest core values override the resentment she has in her. She doesn't forgive him, but it represents how HyunA cares about humanity. It represents how HyunA has always cared about Luka no matter what happened between them.

Love is twisted in every aspect of this series as it is fully intertwined with humanity. and it shows. Despite her complicated feelings that are deeper than even terms like love or hate can accurately apply, Luka is still HyunA's biggest weakness, despite the moments when she was angry with him and maybe even wanted to hate him; it's a testament to how much she cared about Luka. She couldn't. In fact, her love was so great that she wanted him to live.

It's incredible how this is her most selfless and selfish act yet. There was so much on the line. The rebellion still needed her, and Mizi still needed her. She still had a life to live for. but she died for Luka because she couldn't see him die. After all, she still cared about him so deeply. She even sees that Luka should still have a chance after everything and passes down her soul to him through the words she'd been told before, urging him to find peace within himself and live on without her, knowing he has never had that chance. And that is so fittingly human of her.

But really, why does he deserve it? Why does HyunA think Luka deserves it?

HyunA didn't want to live in self-hatred and anger over things she couldn't change. She wants to look beyond it, grow, and experience life to the best of her ability while she's still alive and working with the rebellion.

-

"HYUNA is the kind of kid who carves out a path for herself that she thinks is right."

"She doesn't look back when she feels weak or hurt; she keeps moving forward, and that's what HYUNA is today."

-

It's because of the person she is that she even rescued Mizi. Because HyunA recognized herself in the lost, distressed girl who was carrying a burden like no other and needed guidance. That's why she rescues Luka. Because she recognizes him as a human who deserves a life worth living with happiness and peace like any other. The narrative doesn't excuse Luka simply because HyunA feels that way for him, but it does provide insight into her reasoning for saving him. Optimistic or foolish as it may be, it's very HyunA in its way of execution

do you know how hard I prayed hyuna would say Sike and revive at the church today... its been a whole 2 days I've been crying nonstop

[flowery-mess]

heaven

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / talking shit about reader / punching / mentions of alcohol / oral (both receiving) / protected sex / hand around readers throat / overstimulation and edging kind of?? / lmk if anything else

Words: 3,1k

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Author's note: I heard the song 'Heaven' from 50 shades yesterday and that kinda inspired me, I'm still new to writing smut so of it sucks I'm sorry lol, but I appreciate any advice how to get better at it! Let me know how you like it!♥️

“What the fuck is your problem?” you yelled at Noah through the closed car doors, that he shut behind you in a not very gentlemanly way after your ass hit the passenger seat. You watched him run around the front of his stupid car and get behind the driver’s wheel. “I asked you a question?” you tried again, wanting to know the reason why he dragged you out of the frat house the minute you walked in.

“What?” Noah finally replied, like he wasn’t the one behind all of this.

“Don’t come at me with this attitude. Why the hell did you drag me out of that house? I just arrived?” you were angry and confused.

Noah started the car and backed out of the parking place, still not giving you any answer, but you didn’t miss the long sigh that left his mouth.

“Trevor.” Noah said and gripped the driving wheel just a bit tighter.

“What about him?”

“Got drunk and didn’t know when to shut his mouth.”

— Later before you arrived at the party —

“Hey Sebastian, what’s the deal between you and Ella?” obviously drunk Trevor approached Noah in the kitchen that was separated from the already crowded living room, giving them a bit of privacy.

“What do you mean?” Noah scrunched his nose at Trevor’s state. The party had just begun, but it looks like Trevor had pre-drinks with his mates, a lot of them.

“Man, she’s hot and smart, you two are just fuck buddies huh? I think she wants more and I also think I could give her that.” Trevor didn’t realize it in his state, but right now he stepped on very thin ice with this topic.

“I’m not talking about her with you.” was Noah’s short answer and then he tried to leave the room, not in the mood for this conversation.

But before he managed to slip through the door, Trevor’s hand gripped his bicep. “Don’t get angry man, I came to talk to you before I make a move on her. You know, give you a warning so you’re not surprised.”

Noah didn’t know if it was the hand on his bicep, the way Trevor kept calling him ‘man’ or the way he was talking about making a move on you that made him angry, but before he could think he pushed Trevor off of him, making Trevor stumble few steps back until his back hit the counter. “Hey man, chill.”

“Stop calling me man, I’m not your buddy. I’m not interested in your plans, because they’re not gonna happen. Not tonight, not ever. You’re right, she’s smart, but that’s exactly why she’s out of your league.”

“And what makes you think she’s not out of your league? She already talked to me before, I know I can make her get in my bed. You can find someone else just by looking at them, you could help a friend out.” Trevor literally asked for a black eye, not in those exact words, but that’s what Noah heard. His hand flew to Trevor’s left eye before he could stop himself.

“God Sebastian that hurt.” Trevor cried and held his hand over his freshly hurt eye.

“Listen to me, you fucker, I thought you were a decent guy, genuinely interested in her, but your drunk mouth just took away any chance you had with her and I’m gonna make sure of that.” Noah was holding Trevor by his stupid collar on his navy t-shirt.

Looks like one punch wasn’t enough and Trevor continued, making it worse for him. “I just wanted to fuck her, that ass looks amazing with clothes on, bet it’s even better from behind, huh?”

At this point Noah saw red and used the same hand to punch Trevor in his nose. When his drunk and hurt body collapsed on the floor, Noah had to stop himself and leave the kitchen. When he stepped inside the living room, you entered the main door with Molly and Clara by your side.

Noah made his way to you, taking your hand in his and lead you to his car.

“Nice to see you too Noah!” was the last thing you heard from Molly before Noah sat you in his car and closed the door behind you.

— back in Noah’s car —

“What could he possibly say to make you this angry? And why the hell you let it out on me?” you were starting to get really frustrated with the way he wasn’t communicating what his problem was.

“He talked shit about you, okay? So I punched him, then you arrived and I wanted to leave and didn’t want to leave you there in case he wouldn’t get the message and tried talking to you.” Noah stopped at the red lights and after giving you finally some answer, he looked at you with look that was mixture of anger and sadness.

“You did what?”

“Was that the only thing you heard?”

“God Noah you can’t just punch a drunk guy because he says shit.”

“He said shit about you.”

“That doesn’t make it difference, what if he calls the cops?”

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you don’t.” you turned your body to face the window, silence taking over the car.

You appreciated when Noah stood up for you, especially when you were not there to do it for yourself, but Noah had a short temper and it almost every time ended in him getting physical and you didn’t want that happening because of you.

“What did he say?” you mumbled quietly, but enough for Noah to hear you.

“I’m not telling you Ella, he was drunk as fuck and I bet he’s not gonna remember it tomorrow. He’s not worth your time, okay?”

“Noah I want to-”

“I’m not telling you, not right now or I’m gonna turn around and punch him again.” Noah unintentionally raised his voice, but you got the message.

Silence took over the space of Noah’s car again and you watched the buildings on your side, thinking about what Trevor could say about you, because he was always nice to you.

“Don’t think about it, Ell.” Noah could practically hear your thoughts, so he lowered his voice even though he was still full of anger and put his right hand on your thigh to comfort you.

“Thanks for standing up for me, again. And thanks for not telling me what he said, I think I don’t want to know.” you replied, quieter this time.

Seeing you sad made Noah angry again and he didn’t even realize he was squeezing your thigh until you spoke up again “Noah that hurts.” as you pushed his hand away.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“I’s okay.” it was your turn to look at him. His face was focused on the road, you could see his jaw was clenched from the anger, but the street lights that were dancing on his face made his features look softer.

You never needed the alcohol to find Noah attractive, but you almost always had at least one drink before you two left together. This time was different, because you were both fully sober and the atmosphere was tense.

Anger left your body few minutes into the drive, but Noah’s body still looked tense.

You reach over the console to put your hand on his thigh this time, not sure of your actions.

Noah’s eyes left the road for a second as he glanced down to his lap where your hand was caressing his thigh over the material of his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asked, eyes back on the road.

“I don’t know, you still look angry.” you kept your eyes on his face as your hand made its way closer to Noah’s groin.

“Ella.” he said through gritted teeth.

“Yes?” you asked innocently.

“Stop it. I’m driving.”

“Stop what?” you honestly didn’t know what took over you, but seeing Noah angry made you clench your thighs together so you acted before you could think.

You leaned from your seat and kissed the skin next to Noah’s ear and then whispered “Angry sex is good I heard.” and then your hand gently stroked his dick.

“Ella.” he repeated, but this time less firm and more in a “continue” way.

You didn’t say anything and continued with your gentle touches and kissing his cheek.

When Noah pulled into his parking spot in the garage, he was out of the car quickly and was grabbing your hand before you could even realise it. He closed your door and gently pushed you against it and connected your lips.

His kisses were angry, quick and messy. His right hand was placed next to your head and his left was holding your neck, meanwhile you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself and slipped one in the front of his jeans.

“God what’s gotten into you.” he leaned his forehead against yours when he felt your hand grab him over his underwear. His mouth remained open, his eyes closed.

“Let’s go upstairs.” you said suddenly and took your hand out of his jeans.

Noah couldn’t wait until the elevator brought you to his floor and pinned your body with his. This time he went for your neck, helping himself to more space with his hand on your jaw leaning it sideways.

Once you made it to Noah’s apartment you were satisfied to see his anger finally transforming into his actions. He didn’t bother stopping to take off your jackets or shoes, he just walked you backwards towards his bedroom.

Before he had a chance to push down on his bed, you whispered “I believe I owe you a thank you.” against his lips and kneeled in front of him.

You unzipped his jeans, leaving them to fall to his ankles and then slid down his underwear.

He was already hard, since the minute you touched him in his car.

You didn’t waste any time, grabbing him in both of your hands and starting the steady rhythm of your movements. You stroked him a few times and then finally took him into your mouth. Noah’s head fell backwards in bliss, “Yeah, that feels good.” he managed to slip out of his mouth.

You managed to take off your jacket with one of your hands while the other one continued touching Noah. Your mouth was focused on his tip, already swollen and leaking pre cum, your tongue teasing him. He let you push your mouth to his base a few times before saying “Come back up.” and helping you stand up.

His lips immediately found yours and your hands went for his jacket.

Slowly you stripped each other and were left with nothing on.

Noah’s body hovered over yours, he was holding his weight on his elbows when you mase it to his bed. You couldn’t hide the needines for his touch and lifted your hips from the mattress to find some kind of fraction.

“I should get angry more often huh?” you felt Noah’s lips turn into a smirk, having the time of his life seeing you so needy.

He turned your bodies over so he was laying under you, making you frown because you thought he’s going to give you a head too.

“What’s with that face huh?” he grabbed your cheek and laid you on his chest, his mouth connecting with yours quickly.

You couldn’t help yourself again and rolled your hips, feeling Noah’s dick between your thighs, his tip touching your clit for just a second. Your mouth fell open with a silent moan from that quick touch.

Noah’s hands grabbed your ass, squeezing your skin for a moment before he said “Sit on my face.” and gently pushed on your ass, signaling for you to climb his body to a position where he wanted you.

“What?” your eyes full of lust and excitement for something new were staring into Noah’s.

“Come on, get up here.” you kissed his lips a few more times before doing what he asked.

You carefully put your thighs next to his head, making sure you’re not straddling his hair or hurting him in any way, but when you felt his hands on your waist pulling you down and his mouth connecting with your clit, you didn’t care anymore.

First you didn’t know what to do with yourself, getting comfortable in this new position. Finally you settled for one hand on the headboard and the other one was gripping Noah’s hair.

His hands were holding you down, because you had tendencies to move away if it felt too good or if you didn’t want to make Noah uncomfortable.

“Stop moving.” you heard him say and the grip on your thighs became stronger.

His tongue kept dancing around your swollen clit, then licking through your lips and then entering you which made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Jesus Noah!” his name from your mouth felt like heaven for him. When he felt you finally stop moving and relax into his touch, he reached for your nipple with his hand, playing with it while licking your sensitive clit.

It wasn’t just the movements of Noah’s mouth, it was also the sounds that he was doing. He felt every part of you from this angle, your thighs giving him a place of comfort. Every time he let out a goran, you heard and felt it. When you felt the familiar feeling taking over your body, you couldn’t help yourself and grind against Noah’s face. He flattened out his tongue and let you ride his face until orgasm took over your body and he kept slowly licking you through it.

You collapsed on his chest, giving him a view of yourself. He used his fingers to touch you, to feel the mess his tongue made.

When you sat back up you were not prepared for the sight of Noah’s lips and chin covered in you, glistening in the dim light that was covering his bedroom. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were screaming “sex drunk”.

“That was hot.” he said while making eye contact with you.

“That was fucking hot.” you agreed and moved to lay next to him.

Noah gave you another smile before grabbing your chin and kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

He turned on his side, his lips never leaving yours while he reached for a condom. He moved you to the center of his bed and kneeled in front of your legs. He took his time teasing you with his cock, collecting the wetness before slowly entering you.

He didn’t lean down to kiss you immediately, he liked watching you react to his body. He held one of your legs close to his chest, kissing your ankle here and there. He watched your head fall back into the pillow that was under you, your mouth open and your hands grabbing the sheets.

If you hadn't made grabby hands towards him, he would probably stay like that to watch you the whole time. But you wanted him close, you wanted to feel his skin.

He went for your neck, kissing and biting your sensitive skin while your hand slid in his hair, pulling them when his movements felt particularly good.

He was enjoying himself tonight, he wanted to make it last as long as possible.

Without a warning he slipped out of you, the sudden emptiness had you moaning his name. He started kissing your neck, then moved to your chest and stayed there for a while. He continued kissing your body until he was once again between your thighs, sucking on your clit. Your legs started to shake from the overstimulation, but he didn’t care. He stayed there until he heard your breath quicken and your legs squeeze him more and more. He pulled away just before you could reach your high.

“Fuck you.” you let slip out of your mouth before glaring at him.

“Turn around baby.” baby, he said it again. But in this state you were in, you couldn’t care less.

You turned your body so you were laying on your front this time and looked over your shoulder to see how Noah wants you. He gently lifted your hips a bit and didn’t waste any time sliding into you again.

You both let out almost animalistic sounds, pausing for a few seconds to enjoy your bodies just being connected.

Noah started slowly moving in and out, making you feel like you’re not going to be able to last long anymore. By the way his thrusts became quicker and irregular you knew he won’t last much longer either.

His hand slid around your throat, pulling you up and against his chest. His hand stayed there, adding just a bit of pressure to make you feel good. He started whispering soft words into your ear, feeling you clench around him as a reaction.

“I’ve got yout, no one is gonna talk about you like that.” or “You’re too fucking hot for that looser.”

Your head fell back to Noah’s shoulder, your hand slid down your body to play with yourself to get to your high quicker. You felt Noah’s hand put more pressure on your throat and that was it for you, orgasm took over your body and you grabbed Noah’s forearm to stabilize yourself. You were moaning mess, squeezing Noah while he fucked you through the orgasm until you felt him finish too. His grip on your body tightened and you felt him bite the skin on your shoulder. You stayed like that for a minute, both catching your breath.

Noah slowly laid you back down, slipping out of you and collapsing right next to you. You turned your head so you could look at him. He was laying on his back, his eyes still closed and his breath still quick. You reached down for his blanket and put it over your bodies, enjoying this moment after.

“I meant it Ella, no one is going to talk about you like that.” Noah’s eyes were still closed, but you noticed his brows frown a little. You knew he was being serious, but after what he just did to you, you couldn’t help yourself with a little joke.

“I won’t mind it if it ends up like this every time.”

“Shut up, I’m serious.” he finally opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you.

“I know Noah, I was just joking. Thank you.” you pressed a small kiss to his shoulder and he looked satisfied with that reaction. “Well, unless-” you didn’t get to finish that sentence because you felt a pillow on your face, causing you to laugh at Noah’s reaction at your attempt for another joke.

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Isat fic part threeee there’s actually some comfort in this hurt/comfort now.

Part one is here, part two is here

POV SIFFRIN

Loop’s voice sounds like yours. It didn’t used to, when they were a star, but it does now.

It’s… unnerving, to say the least, to hear someone screaming in your own voice. Although you suppose it was theirs first.

You don’t know what to do. You don’t know how to help. A glance at Isa shows he’s just as lost as you are. Probably more lost, if anything. You’re still not sure exactly how much Isa saw, how much Isa knows.

Loop keeps screaming. A ragged, painful, feral noise that sounds like it must be shredding their throat to ribbons.

Do you comfort them? Stars, what if that makes it worse? You don’t know what to blinding DO, useless useless useless. Loop is scared and angry and crying and SCREAMING and you’re USELESS.

Loop curls in on themself, pulling their hands from yours. They bury their hands in their hair and pull.

Ah! What do you do?! “No, nonono Loop, don’t do that please, you’ll hurt yourself, I- um-” You reach out and take their hands back into yours, pulling them away from their hair.

Loop doesn’t fight you.

Comfort, comfort, how do you help, how do you make it better? Touch? Would touch be good? Or too much? You don’t know. You don’t know, you don’t know, but Loop is still screaming and Isa looks completely out of his depth so- so you may as well try.

One hand still holding both of Loop’s, you run the other hand through their hair. It’s completely darkless the whole way through, there’s none of the dye that yours has.

They shudder at the contact. They don’t stop screaming, but they don’t move away either. You keep going, combing your hand through their hair, brushing tangles out with your fingers, your nails gently scratching against their scalp. You think it would feel nice. You think maybe if you were this scared, it would make you feel better.

Loop’s screaming slowly gives way to sobbing. You don’t know if it’s because they chose to stop screaming, or if their voice just gave out. Even their crying sounds painful. They don’t move, don’t look at you, they just stay, curled up like that, letting you run a hand through their hair.

Isa sits next to you, carefully keeping a good amount of space between himself and Loop.

Neither of you say anything. The forest is quiet, except for Loop’s sobs, and even those eventually give way into just exhausted, hiccuping whines.

“…Loop?” You try, after a while, “is there anything I can do to help?”

They don’t respond.

Isa speaks up. “I don’t think talking to them will work right now. I think they’re… disassociating? Maybe?“

You don’t know that Vaugardian word.

Isa must see it on your face because he clarifies, “like, like they got too upset or scared or something, so their brain just shut off. They’re not asleep or anything, they’re just… not totally here right now.”

Ah! Kind of like when you’d zone out during loops.

“I… I don’t think we should stay out here in the woods. It’ll be cold when the sun goes down.” Isa adds. “You’re craft-exhausted and hurt and, and I think they are too. We should head back to the clocktower. I don’t want you getting sicker.”

You nod, and move to stand. And promptly fall back on the ground.

Oh. Oh. Dizzy. Very very dizzy. Everything hurts. Craft exhaustion. Yeah. Ow.

You breathe in and out, and just focus on not vomiting.

“Oh! Um!” Isa fusses over you, “Sif! Are you okay?”

You give him a thumbs up from your spot on the ground.

“Okay! So! You can’t walk right now. I… don’t think I can carry both of you, and I don’t think Loop wants me to touch them anyway, so… I’m gonna go find Mira or M’dame Odile so they can help!”

“Okay…” you groan, “what… what are you gonna tell them?”

“Uhhh… that… that some weird stuff happened? I don’t know. I don’t even know what happened! So! I guess I’ll just tell them that everyone’s okay, but we need help.”

“…okay.”

“But uh… you’re gonna have to explain whatever… this all is later.”

Stars. Where to even begin. “…yeah. Thank you, Isa.”

“No problem! I’ll be as fast as I can!”

You sit up slowly. Loop still hasn’t moved from where they sit on their knees, curled into a shaking ball. “I don’t think me or Loop will be going anywhere”

“Yeah… I’ll still try to be quick!”

Isa runs off and the forest is silent again, other than Loop’s soft crying.

You go back to running your hands through their hair. You don’t know if it’s helping. You hope it is. You liked when Odile ruffled your hair, and when Mira combed it, so hopefully Loop does too!

A few minutes pass. Loop isn’t exactly crying anymore, but their breaths are quick and unsteady, and they’re shaking worse than you. You can feel their body shuddering under your hands.

You hope they don’t mind the contact. You think it’s…nice. The feeling of your hands in their hair. Warmth from being close to someone. It’s nice.

You would feel awful if they didn’t like it though.

Maybe you should stop. Maybe this isn’t fair. If they can’t talk, maybe you should stop. Yeah. Yeah, you should stop.

Your heart sinks at the loss of contact, but you pull your hands away.

Loop’s shaking breaths turn into a heartbroken whine. Oh. Wrong choice?

They… reach a hand out for you. Barely. They barely move, but their hand reaches out for you.

You take their hand.

So… so contact was good! You were helping! Okay!

You scoot closer, and, feeling a bit better now that you know how to help, you gently pull Loop towards you.

They lean into your touch, and you think if they weren’t so tired, they might start sobbing again.

You feel like you might.

Loop lets you pull them in close, and they rest their head on your chest, curling up against you.

The contact is… a lot. Other than the group hug after, well, everything, you aren’t sure when the last time you had this much contact was. Your body buzzes with it. You think Loop probably feels the same way. They probably haven’t been touched in… stars, maybe the equivalent of years? They probably need this more than you do, and you need it so badly you think you might start sobbing.

Loop does start sobbing. You’re surprised there’s any tears left for them to cry, but there apparently are.

You just hold their shaking form closer, and lean against a nearby tree.

You’re so tired. Stars. You’re so, so tired.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes. Just for a moment.

[writingtraumaforever]

Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 42

Notes: WARNING: This chapter contains some.. ~spicy~ conversations between Shads and Alt. Sonic. Read at your own risk. And Happy Valentine's Day. ;)

Summary: Sonic considers and overhears a new side of Shadow the Hedgehog he never even thought could exist.

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Talking things out with Shads was one thing. Sure Sonic wasn’t angry with him anymore for keeping his alternate world relationship a secret. He understood the reasoning behind it and knows Shads was simply trying to spare his feelings. But that didn’t change the fact that knowing this information made things.. different now.

There had already been some sort of tension between them ever since Shads showed up in their world. The long, deep talks into the night. The lingering glances and even touches now and then. The way Shads would always keep close to Sonic and didn’t like if they had to stray far.

It all made sense now.

And that left things.. awkward.

It was one thing when Sonic could just blame it on the fact that there had always been some sort of tension between him and his own Shadow as well. The way when they were forced to be near one another, they were always bouncing off one another. Sonic would try and initiate some sort of banter, Shadow would either counter or roll his eyes at him. Sonic would make an off comment about how Shadow is always so grumpy to tease him and try and break the ice, Shadow would tell him he isn’t serious enough and can’t help he isn’t a fool like Sonic or some shit. Despite their seemingly constant conflict, they always came together when it counted. A silent understanding between the two of them that when it came down to saving those they care about, they were the only two capable of carrying the weight.

Sure, they more often than not tried to sacrifice themselves so the other wouldn’t have to get hurt.. Shadow was particularly good at doing this- though, Sonic thinks the most recent occurrence was likely with the Paradox Prism incident.. And that was a good few years back.

Neither of them ever talk about it..

Like they have an unspoken pact not to speak of what happened to them..

But at the end of the day, when the two of them teamed up, they were unstoppable. And they felt that. Shadow hating him or not, Sonic knew that even his darker counterpart couldn’t deny that there was a connection there..

The hero always dismissed it as them simply being the only two alive to possibly match and understand the other. That maybe there was intimidation there from Shadow.. That perhaps he partially hated Sonic because Sonic was on his level. That perhaps it wasn’t just hate, but also a form of respect. 

He thought perhaps that simply carried over a bit differently into the world Shads came from. That because the other version of him and Shads were closer in that world, it was more of a brothers-in-arms kind of bond than a rivalry like his and his own Shadow’s. That perhaps due to their closeness, Shads and his Sonic were nearly fully linked through whatever connection their chaos energy created..

Little did he know it was so much more than that.

And now that he does know?? The tension is different. It’s not easily dismissed or played off. It’s loud and demands attention and Sonic isn’t sure what to do with it.

The other Sonic already got pissed at just the thought of Shads being a little too close with Sonic..

How would he feel if he knew they were sharing a bed??

When they had gotten back to Tails’ place, everyone had found their places to sleep. Sonic honestly thought about taking the couch, but Knuckles had already perched himself there and was snoring. Gaia forbid Sonic wake him up and receive a knuckle sandwich. He assumed Rouge was still in the guest room, and Amy was likely still in Tails’ room.

Tails was in the garage.. Working on the radio. Go figure.

Much to both Sonic and Tails’ shock and slight amusement, it was Shads who approached the kit when they found him nodding off at the workbench. Tails flinching when he felt a palm touch his shoulder and jolt him from his almost-asleep state, the kit sighing a quiet, “I’m fine, Sonic, I don’t–” only to look up and find it was Shads’ hand there and not his older brothers.

His ears had folded back, eyes widening slightly as he muttered a simple, “Oh..”

“You need rest, Tails,” Shads had spoken, brows knitting with a soft smile, “Can’t be much of a help if your brain isn’t awake enough to even think properly.” Sonic approaches then with an amused little smile, watching how the fox relaxes a bit upon his approach, “He’s right. Need to sleep, buddy.”

Tails rolls his tired eyes, reaching a fist up to rub them as he yawns out, “M’not even that tired..” “Bed,” Shads says softly and yet firmly. As if this isn’t his first rodeo arguing with the kit on the matter, “Now.. you can get back to working on this in the morning..” 

Baby blue eyes look between the two hedgehogs a moment, a bit bloodshot from exhaustion. He hesitates.. And then sighs in defeat, knowing when he’s beat. He nods and slowly stands, “I can sleep in the hammock–” “Nonsense,” Shads shakes his head, a hand gently resting on the fox’s back to usher him towards the blue brother, “You and Sonic can take his room. You need to be able to sleep well, not in some crummy swing.”

Sonic’s hands reach out to pull Tails to him, one hand wrapping around his brother in a sideways hug while the other rubs his fur on top of his head playfully. Tails just groans and pushes Sonic’s hand away, leaning into him nonetheless. Sonic looks over his shoulder to Shadow when he turns to leave, silently questioning if Shads is sure. If he’ll be okay sleeping in the hammock..

“It’s fine,” Shads nods, reading Sonic’s mind. What’s left unsaid is in his eyes: it’s probably for the best anyway given the circumstances.

Don’t need to be giving alternate Sonic more reason to get upset.

Sonic offers a small and grateful smile before nodding and looking back to Tails as he leads him away, “C’mon, buddy. Let’s get ya to bed..”

They do. Sonic ending up simply resorting to carrying Tails on his back when they get to the stairs, not patient enough to wait for the kid’s lazy and slow steps. Tails falls asleep on his shoulder before he even makes it all the way up.

Sonic snorts at this, rolling his eyes and moving to carry his little brother to his room, laying him in bed and taking his shoes off before tucking him in. He watches him sleep a moment to make sure he’s out cold, and then he’s moving to the bathroom to allow himself the luxury of a shower. He needs it after these past few days.

As the water runs down his body washing all the dirt and sweat, he can’t help but think of how Shads had spoken to Tails.. Smiled at him. Cared for him.

Looking at it from the perspective of them all being roommates for so long in the alternate world was one thing.. But now that Sonic knew Shads and his Sonic were more?? He wondered if Shads felt more like the other Tails’ big brother, too. Or maybe it was something deeper..

While Sonic would never call himself a father to the kid, he did raise him. And when Tails was just a toddler, he did once call Sonic ‘dad’ only for Sonic to correct him and tell him he wasn’t ‘dad’, he was ‘bro’. And it stuck ever since.

But that thought had hit Sonic heavy way back then.. And it’s something he still often thinks about now. Whether he considers himself Tails’ brother or not, in certain terms, he had adopted him. Had taken him in, sheltered him, nurtured him, fed him.. He was a parental figure in some aspect for his little brother.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Shads had that sort of role with his Tails too..

It certainly seemed that way.

He had so many questions now that he knew about Shads and his Sonic, honestly. It was like his vision was widened, and he was seeing things more clearly. Getting more.. perspective.

It all still sort of stung.. Thinking about what could’ve been between him and his own Shadow had he gone looking for him..

Not that Sonic wanted to be dating Shadow! He didn’t.. But..

In the deepest and most personal parts of his mind.. the bits he’d never admit or voice aloud, not even to himself.. he can’t help but consider the conclusion that he and Shadow could.. be more. Him understanding or accepting or whatever you wanna call it-... that he wanted that with Shadow.. it didn’t matter. That wasn’t something he was even considering currently since he knew it to be an impossibility anyway. But he does wonder if.. if he had looked for Shadow after the ARK battle.. Would it have been the same as Shads’ world?? Or were he and his own Shadow’s fate simply doomed to be conflicting.. Was it simply not meant to be for them in this world??

As impossible and crazy as it may seem, would he and Shadow be.. in love??

All these thoughts had him climbing out of the shower and drying off only to begin making his way back down the stairs rather than climbing into bed next to his brother, grabbing a spare blanket on his way down.

He just really wanted to talk to Shads..

And was that such a crime?? Why shouldn’t he want to talk to the guy. Who cares if he’s in a relationship with an alternate version of him. He’s still a Shadow. And he’s still come closer to making Sonic feel more like himself than he has in a long time with anyone from his own world.

Why wouldn’t he want to be around the one person who can actually understand him while he still can?? Because eventually Shads will be gone.. And Sonic will be alone again.

He should take every second he can get, right?? Maybe Shads won’t mind.. it’s not like they’re having an affair or anything. They could both just chill in the hammock and talk some more and–

He stops at the garage door, hearing talking on the other side.

Frowning and furrowing his brows, he presses his ear to it to listen..

“Feel better?” ‘Fuck.. much, mhm.’

Sonic’s eyes widen.

Shads is talking with his Sonic… the other Sonic who currently sounds a bit wrecked.

“Good..,” Shads chuckles low, voice carrying a certain edge that makes Sonic shiver involuntarily behind the door, clutching the blanket folded in his arms a bit tighter to his chest.

“Don’t get too carried away, though.. Not without me there.” There’s a long whine that comes from over the radio, Sonic barely recognizing it as his own voice.

‘I don’know if I can wait that long, Shads..’

“You can,” Shads says firmly, “And you will.. Be patient.” ‘That’s not exactly where I excel, darling–’

Shadow snickers at this, “I’m aware.. But I also know how good you can be for me..” Sonic’s ears fold back.

“How good you like to be for me..”

Sonic’s tail perks straight up and stiff, curling up behind him without his consent as if to present and–

Oh Gaia, what’s happening???

The Sonic over the radio seems to be affected just as much, if not more. His voice sounding a bit breathy and pitiful.

‘Fuck you, Hot Topic, I need some sweet relief. And if I can’t get it from you, then–’

“Watch your mouth,” Shadow growls low, warning his lover not to say anything he can’t take back. Then Shadow sighs, taking a moment to gather himself, and then speaking, “You wouldn’t do that, would you, sunshine? Wouldn’t go looking for attention somewhere else., You’re too good for that..”

There’s another long whine, Sonic’s lips parting and teeth biting into his lower one as he listens.

‘No.. no, I can’t. Could be surrounded by a billion versions of you, and I’d still only have eyes for you, Shadow..’

“Good..,” Shads hums, a smile in his voice, “That’s my sweet boy.. See? It ain’t hard not to be a pain in the ass.” The other Sonic snickers over the radio, but there’s still some poutiness to his tone, ‘Wanna talk about a pain in the ass, that’s your job, baby..’

“And don’t you worry, love.. I’ll take good care of you when I get back. Won’t even be able to walk..” Sonic’s body is quivering, his knees uncomfortably pressing together.

“Gonna have to just lay in bed with me for days.. Let me love on you.. worship you like the god you are.. serve you.”

The other Sonic can be heard breathing a bit heavier through the speakers, and Sonic himself isn’t far behind.

“And I know you’ll take it.. so prettily and perfectly just like you always do. Ain’t gonna run that stupid mouth of yours or nothin’. You’ll just be dying for it.. Begging. Will open up for me so sweetly and show me just how much your poor little hole has missed my–”

Sonic drops the blanket with a quiet gasp, eyes wide as a very uncomfortable heat forms between his legs. He quickly moves to catch the blanket on reflex only to smack his head against the door to the garage with a grunt. That’s when he hears the familiar swish of something cutting through the air at ridiculous speeds, the doorknob to the garage twisting.

Sonic is out of there before he can even think the word ‘chilidog’, leaving the blanket he had been bringing to Shads behind on the floor.

Zooming right back upstairs to his bathroom and shutting and locking the door behind him.

Eyes wide.

Pupils huge.

Breath heavy.

And a major problem if he looks down.

Uh oh.

Shads, meanwhile, slowly bends down to pick up the blanket he found on the ground outside the door, brows furrowed at it as he looks around the inside of the home to find no one there..

But he knows good and well who it was. 

‘Shads?? Shads you still there??’

Uh oh.

[actual-changeling]

part 1 || part 2 || part 3

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she's always let her guard down too easily around him. it takes only a week for the memory of saltwater and bleach to pass, and while she doesn't forget about what he said in the hospital, she no longer expects him to repeat it.

a one-time mistake, an untimely confession they have both silently agreed to leave behind. he chose the possibly worst moment to confess to her, and she wanted to hear it—still does, if she's being honest with herself—but not like this. not in the aftermath of death and adrenaline when she's barely holding herself together.

and, foolishly, she assumed mulder would realize that, at the very least, and give her what she needs: space.

she was wrong.

the cup of too-bitter diner coffee in her hands is almost empty, and she tries (and fails) not to enjoy that he's paying attention to what she's saying, trusting that she knows her science, trusting her. after months of petty doubts about her integrity as both a person and an agent, the weight on her chest is finally beginning to lift.

without an isolated office, they search for anonymity in the masses and tend to find it, usually right in the middle of a busy diner. they should get to work soon, but his eyes on her face keep her sitting.

"once we're finished reading through the reports, skinner wants to talk to us." she idly taps her nails against the ceramic and lets her gaze wander while she speaks without any urgency. outside, colours flicker and faces blur, and it's almost soothing to watch, like a river that never stops running. "i think—"

"scully?" mulder interrupts just loud enough for her to hear, and she should sense the weight in his voice, but she looks right past it. she knows she shouldn't and does it anyway, simply to keep the bubble from being popped for a few more precious seconds.

seconds that tick and tick and tick as she faces him. she had lowered her walls too quickly, hadn't she? once more, she doesn't see it coming, doesn't want to see it coming, and this time it's half her fault for forgiving him—for trusting that he would not shatter the fragile peace settling between them. for trusting him despite knowing better.

"yes?" she looks at him, almost innocently, and she feels lighter than she has in weeks for one last moment.

time runs out.

"i love you." easily, like he has said it before, like she's used to hearing it, like it's world-changing and trivial. not like they're both making the same mistake twice.

there's no fall.

scully hits the ground, paralysed from the initial impact, and he's still staring at her with wide eyes and a hint of a smile. all heat leaves her body as the air is knocked out of her, and a painful current tingles through her limbs when she slams the cup down on the table. it doesn't break, and she barely resists the urge to throw it against the wall.

she stands up. she burns.

bright, angry, a spark of hurt igniting her skin that's starved for touch, for kindness, but not like this. not when she knows he will watch her burn and blame her for becoming a shadow of smoke and ash. her mouth tastes like salted bleach.

mulder's smile slips, his voice dipping into something that's not quite disappointment—not yet. confusion.

he dares to be confused, and she doesn't have anywhere to put the pain. her hands curl into fists, her nails dig into her skin, and she simply stares at him with white knuckles and blood coating her palms.

why? remains stuck in her throat. she knows he doesn't know, probably hasn't even considered it. why say it again? why hold a lit match to her and wait until she catches on fire?

why, why why, why?

(because she lets him. he doesn't realize that, either.)

"scully?"

she's afraid if she opens her mouth, she will do nothing but scream, so she grits her teeth, locks her jaw, and runs.

(she lets him follow her.

it's the only thing she knows how to do.)

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writing while super tired is seldom a good idea but have more messy angst anyway. i should really just write the whole damn fic at this point.

[illputabexonyou]

Bex gave a heavy sigh. "You sound like Billie." She wished there was some magic way for her to convince people that they weren't monsters. She wished she could convince herself of that, too. It wasn't as easy as just telling someone they weren't. "Angry people are the least truthful, in my experience. They only want to hurt. I guess it's all just...experience. What we end up believing about the world." She looked back over at Bri and frowned sadly. She didn't like it when people were so down on themselves like this, but she felt as if there was very little she could do to help at the moment. "I still don't think you're a monster," she murmured, "so you can count that as at least one person who doesn't see you as the problem."

Bex squeezed Bri's hand back, before curling her arms back around her legs, pondering her words. "I mean, I think you are. Maybe that's not saying a lot because I'm not, you know, anything much, but-- but if I had to, if I were a vampire, I don't think I'd...I think I'd just let it happen." It was part of why she refused to take vampire blood. If something happened to her while she had that in her system, she might become one. The thought often terrified Bex. She'd rather just die. "Yeah, I kinda get that, too. Poppy is-- well, she's kind of distant, I guess. A lot has happened to her here, but she's trying hard to help me. But, I dunno, I guess I wouldn't say I feel like I can go to her with things. For a long time I really didn't have anyone, but I'd like to think I have Rohan now, even if he's not in the coven anymore. He's been really good to me. I don't deserve all his kindness, but I'm glad for it." She looked up over at Bri. "I know it's hard to trust people sometimes, but I think...I think if you want things to improve, you just gotta. That's what I learned, at least."

"Yeah. I am," She whispered back, more certain of that little tidbit than she was of just about anything else. Tilted her gaze up toward the ceiling, she gave Bexley another small shrug. "In my experience, people tend to be the most honest when they're angry. It's when all of those thoughts that creep into the back of their head that they wouldn't dare utter out loud on a normal basis, come flowing out and, if there is one word I have been called repeated over the course of the past two years and a half, it's that one," She explaining quietly. Her gaze fell back down toward Bexley as she gave her another small shrug. "When enough people tell you something to be true, you find yourself realizing that, it can't all be them whose wrong. Enough people and eventually you see that the problem is you."

"I get it," She nodded, reaching out and giving Bex's hand a small squeeze. A thankful look filled her eyes as Bex promised not to tell. "Nah. I'm not," She let out a small laugh at the thought. "I'm a big cry baby, but I don't actually want to die or wither up like a prune or whatever would happen if I don't at least take in coffee, you know? And I guess, but I don't really feel like I have anyone to go to about it? I guess Meena, but I kind of have this, maybe somewhat delusional mentality of wanting my teachers to like me and I know Meena's more of a boss than a teacher, but I still want to get the A, if that makes any sense? I tried to go to Aaliyah with questions but she kind of wound up hazing me instead. It was a whole thing and, I tried to ask Ken, but he also sort of implied that I should know all of this Vampire stuff already... But, what about you? Do you have any witches you feel like you can go to as mentors and stuff?"

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[babymorte]

i just need to know what it is about me that everyone thinks it’s okay to constantly disrespect me and treat me like a subhuman. everyone keeps telling me it’s not my fault that i keep getting used and fucked over but the common denominator is me.

like i don’t know what it is about guys being on the internet that makes them think women are a roster for them to act how every they want and have no consequences. im sorry it’s fucking trashy and what’s worse is when they’re people you have been friends with for years. even worse when they’re in a relationship. being online does not mean anonymous and social media is not a fucking dating or hookup app and i dont do that shit. i dont associate with people who do that shit and i don’t tolerate it being done to me.

you can ask people to stop but unless they respect you and actually want to i guess change for lack of a better word you’re stuck on a constant cycle of this harassment and borderline mental abuse and it’s really starting to take its fucking toll on me.

I’ve lost some of my best friends who think i just fuck around with whoever gives me attention because of my personality i guess i don’t know but it makes me sick to my stomach and i have never hated myself more. and then to find out your boyfriend is/was doing the same thing? it’s fucking devastating.

all it tells me is that im worth nothing to no one. the only thing im good for is sex or my appearance and when they get bored of me theres always someone else.

i have given up so much of myself to people who don’t deserve to be a thought in my mind and I still will protect them because i want to be the better person.

i just can’t take it anymore. i want to be chosen by someone who chooses me. me the person. sure i want the compliments and the flirty bits n all that but like there’s so much more to me than just my appearance and it’s becoming sickening clear that’s all im good for.

i’ve never felt so alone and i hate myself for it.

[laniidae-passerine]

decided that in my own personal canon, Santiago’s maker looked similar to Louis, simply because Ben Daniels stated that Santiago was very likely in love with his maker. and wouldn’t it be some kind of torture to fall in love with the man who murdered your first vampiric love? to then watch him fall in love with another, who bears an eerie resemblance to that first love? to be witness to something tender and affectionate blooming, every moment a memory of how none of those you’ve adored have ever wanted you back? it would be agony. it would be torture. god, you would just hate them to pieces, loathing even as you loved them. and you wouldn’t know peace - not until the whole pack of them learnt the horror of love, just as you have.

[cordelianewman]

"I know, Cage." she said, looking at him, no matter how he was feeling he'd never wish any kind of pain and agony on her. Sure, he had hurt her in the past, and even telling her he wasn't excited for a baby had hurt her, but it was never his intention to actually cause her pain. "Part of me thought you were coming around to it, when you mentioned a new carseat, that maybe for a second you were even excited." Her voice was soft, she didn't want him to think she was angry, she was just hurting right now, reeling in the loss that they were both going through. But the last thing she wanted was for him not to feel his own emotions attached to however he felt. Shaking her head, "Part of me wishes it was that simple, not that I want you to feel guilt, but at least we'd have an answer." she murmured, "But this is just... life? I don't know why things happen the way that they do but sometimes we have to just accept it. Even though it really, really fucking sucks." Swallowing she moved to rest her head onto his shoulder. "I feel like it's my fault, if I hadn't pushed, if I had waited for the right time, maybe..." she took a breath, knowing that wasn't how any of this worked. There was a mixture of being able to talk before falling into a fit of tears, needing to continue to get out all the heavy emotions that were eating her up inside. "I feel so empty, and I get that feels weird because I was barely a handful of weeks along but I feel empty now." It was the worst feeling that she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy. "I think the baby was a girl, I just have a gut feeling." Cage saying he had gotten that feeling when he had seen the test, to her, only confirmed it. "And that makes me so sad because a little girl that looks like you, sandy blonde hair, your eyes." Tears dripping off her lashes onto her cheek. A soft bubbled laugh came from her throat, "Not on a little girl, you have more of a boys nose." she said, as she looked at him. "Does it still count?" she asked, "Does it still count that we were parents to another child even if it was for a split second?" she asked, the sadness seeping back into her voice as she laid her hand back against her stomach.

"Never," he shook his head. It didn't atter to Cage that he hadn't been ready, that he hadn't wanted a child that exact moment when she had told him, that he was scared or worried or anxious -- when she had told him that she was pregnant, that they would be having a baby, he had made a space in his heart and he had filled it with love, and there was no power on that earth that could have made him wish for anything other than a happy, healthy little baby in her arms in nine months. But it didn't alleviate the guilt that danced in his chest and pounded on his ribs. "I know. But I keep telling myself, maybe if I had been more supportive, if I hadn't put so much more stress on you, on us," but she wasn't wrong -- he couldn't have helped the way that he felt, just as he couldn't now, when she curled into his lap, her smaller frame trembling, her sobs wrenching something deep in his heart as he brought his hand out to rub gentle circles into her back, murmuring soft words to her, giving her the space to cry, to let it out, to not worry about anything or anyone but the grief that she needed to feel in that moment. "You did?" he asked with a small, lopsided smile, moving his eyes over her face, not even seeing the puffy eyes, the red cheeks, just seeing his wife as she spoke. "When you showed me the test and you told me you were pregnant, my brain said girl, too. I don't know why, I know there's no reason, I know it was way too early to even consider that," which in hindsight… if there was any bright side, he knew was that. As much as it hurts. And because he didn't want to see her cry, didn't want to hear that timid tone to her voice, he kept his eyes on hers, lifting his hand to smooth back hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her nose, ducking to rest his forehead against hers, brushing his nose gently to her own. "But what I'm hearing is that you don't want a baby with my nose."

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

the higher-ups (and Yaga) immediately trying to leverage Gojo & Ieri's absence to put Yuuta on the roster??? God that's such a stark moment. Thank god Nanami and Gojo saw through that one immediately, because Yuuta wants to justify his own survival so badly he would've fallen straight into it.

That whole scene, with Yuuta immediately jumping on the opportunity to help people even though something is Extremely Wrong with him and he's on the brink of physical collapse--this boy is selfless to the point of self destruction and I am chewing the drywall about it. I love him so much.

If only he was able to summon his newly found homicidal rage in defense of himself, the higher-ups would no longer be a problem. Alas, this boy is Extremely Unwell.

(Sea Glass Gardens is absolutely incredible and i am obsessed with it in a way that is totally and 100% normal. I'm so normal about it, trust me <3 )

The thing about Yuuta is that he really is prime to be taken advantage of right now and the higher ups know it. They had him try to kill himself for them--they know that there's a window of opportunity that they can use to get him under their thumb and avoid The Problem of Gojo, which is, namely, having a human weapon who you cannot fully control. Gojo nailed it from the beginning: they want a magic gatling gun with no personality or free will. They learned their lesson with Gojo and are trying to rob Yuuta of his agency before he learns how to protect himself.

And Yaga's part in that scene really was meant to kind of emphasize how, even with the best intention's, he just doesn't work to protect the kids. Like. everything he said was technically true, and he meant it with the best of intentions. He's the guy who has to think of everyone's needs. he has to manage this crisis. he's got a lot of people hurt badly who just came out of a war, and a lot of people going into fights with some very aggravated curses spawning without sufficient manpower to address the danger and no healer to save them if they cut it a little too close. He didn't have the intention of manipulating or sacrificing Yuuta, but he was aware that it would come to his detriment and risk.

The issue is the higher ups. They don't give a shit about the people in their workforce. They should be the ones doing whatever it takes to solve this crisis and save their people--and if that means giving up on their machinations? They should have already done it. It's their responsibility.

They just don't care. They want Okkotsu Yuuta under their thumb, and their society hemorrhaging is treated like an opportunity, not a dire problem to be solved. They don't care if half a dozen of their own people need to die to do it. Hell, it's better if they do die--they can put it straight on Okkotsu for not being willing to sacrifice himself, when they should have been making whatever promises they had to in order to make this work.

Gojo's done this before, is the thing. He was Yuuta, a long time ago. Nanami was right there watching it happen. They both know what the higher ups do: They let society get to a crisis level and put all the responsibility on you to save it. they let you maneuver yourself into a vulnerable position as a result, and then they use it as leverage to put their goddamn boot on your neck.

The thing is that Gojo adopting megumi all those years ago really did put them into a crisis state. the zenin pitched the mother of all bitch fits trying to secure his unconditional return, and they were a huge percentage of jujutsu society's labor force and resource pools. instead of the higher ups managing the problem at all, they took advantage of the situation and shoved more and more of its weight and responsibility onto gojo, until he was dropping off his own kid at his abusers' compound thinking it was the only compromise that could resolve things. megumi paid the price for gojo not calling bullshit, and right now, with him in a hospital bed? gojo's less willing to repeat mistakes than ever.

he knows that they're going to use the safety and suffering of everyone else as the leverage against him, and he knows that as terrible as it is, he cannot blink first. He's played this game before, and he knows that the only way to get the higher ups to back off on something like this is to dig in your heels.

I think what happened to Megumi all those years ago and how bad it got before they put a stop to it is something that haunts all three of them. When they first started raising him, they were very young, and they were very broken, and they loved him very, very much. He was their little boy, and he was never the same after the Zenin. They were supposed to protect him, and they didn't, and not a single one of them has forgiven themselves for that.

Megumi was sort of sacrificed for the greater good when he was a kid. None of them thought that that was what they were doing when it happened, but that's what happened. His happiness, safety, and wellbeing were sacrificed to pacify the Zenin and make it easier on everyone else.

Megumi and Tsumiki had to become their non-negotiables after. They had to become the things they refused to compromise on. The Zenin would take miles and miles if you gave them a millimeter, let alone an inch.

Gojo didn't think he was compromising them when he left them on their own to deal with Geto's war. They were disgustingly self-sufficient kids. They had been alone for longer stretches of time when they were practically toddlers--they should have been fine on their own for a couple of weeks.

But they were still his kids, and he still left them alone for everyone else's sake, and now his kid is blind and half dead in a hospital bed. It's like being punched in the face by old mistakes.

So they're off the roster completely, all of them. And they're not compromising an inch on what their focus is, and they're not letting anything happen to any of the other kids in their care.

It's terrible that their coworkers are suffering, but it wouldn't be happening if the Zenin hadn't fucked with Gojo Satoru's kid, of all the goddamn people. It wouldn't be happening if the higher ups would actually do their job and start managing shit.

And if they use Yuuta as an anxiety riddled bandaid on the bullet hole in their society? Then they'd be sacrificing him the way they sacrificed Megumi all those years ago. And they have never been less willing to do that.

I'm so so glad you like the story! Thank you for talking with me!

[criminalamnesia]

Simon x Reader whose already work with TF 141 for a pretty long time. And one day, there's a traitor around the base, leaking their information. All of the proof are leading to reader but reader always deny it! And they interrogated reader, and reader always deny it! And he's (with other 141 members, of course, but it mostly him) do their torture methods to get information out of reader. They keep doing it until someday, the real traitor finally captured!

And make the reader traumatized, pls. Like, she would have trust issues, trauma, and others. She wouldn't forgive them, tho.

ooooo the angst. had to sit on this one for a few days before I wrote something, but here goes nothing.

ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE

when you blink open your eyes, the room is dimly lit. it’s silent save for the sounds of your labored breathing.

you must’ve passed out. one second johnny— a man you’d known for years—was slicing into your skin with a knife. the next, you’re staring into an empty room.

your hands jerk up involuntarily. still bound. the rope holding them to the arms of the chair have rubbed them raw. the skin is bright red and bloody. it makes you grit your teeth.

you look down at your lap, taking inventory of the parts of your body you can see. large gashes break up the fabric of your tac pants. the blood surrounding the deep wounds is dry and crusty.

one of the cuts looks like it’s getting infected. you swear you can see bone.

you’d taken this kind of suffering before. been capture by enemies, held and tortured and pushed to the brink of death. this was different. this was being done by your team. men you’d bled with. cried with. laughed with.

one you’d even slept with. the same one you loved. the one you called yours.

the door to the room swung open, hitting the wall with a metal thud. your head slowly lifts, eyes squinting to see him. by his stature, you know it’s simon.

he doesn’t bother shutting the door behind him. instead, he walks towards you slowly. as he comes closer, can make out his eyes in the sea of dark paint he smears around them. the same paint you’d helped him apply a time or two.

“back for more?” you say, and it’s meant to sound sarcastic, but all it sounds like is pitiful. your voice cracks, and pain seeps into your tone.

the first rule they’d taught you about scenarios like this was to never let the enemy know it’s working. never let them know that they’re hurting you— that they’re slowly wearing down your defenses.

well, you’d just broken that rule, and you hadn’t even meant to.

you didn’t know how long you’d been tied up, subjected to torture by men you had once called your family. all because a fucking liar whispered your name into their ears. all because they fucking believed it.

apparently the years meant nothing to them. to him, least of all, considering he’d done more damage to you than the rest of them.

simon comes to a stop in front of you. his hands are empty by his sides, but that’s not reassuring. there’s a table full of weapons off to the side. he would have his pick of the litter.

“ready to talk yet?” he says, and his voice is gruff. his tone is hollow. he’s speaking to you the same way he’d spoken to countless enemies. it makes you sick.

“fuck you, simon,” you spit out.

the betrayal of john, gaz, and johnny had hurt. but simon’s betrayal? that was enough to almost put you in the ground.

you’d stopped pleading with them the second they tied you to the chair. now, you were angry. furious. rage filled your veins, and if you weren’t beaten to all hell, you’d find a way out of these fucking restraints and strangle the man in front of you to death.

the man you loved. you’d thought you meant something to him, but apparently not— because who tortures someone they love?

“if you talk,” he ignores your outburst. “it’ll be easier. quick.”

“fuck. you.” you enunciate the words, your jaw impossibly tight as you grit your teeth. “im not the fucking rat.”

“all the evidence,” he starts as he disappears from your vision. you know he’s going to pick his weapon of the hour. you force yourself not to shudder.

“points to you.”

“take that bullshit evidence and shove it up your ass, riley,” you seethe, ropes pulling taut as you lean forward in the chair.

he’s back in your line of sight now, brandishing a large knife.

“you’re only making it harder on yourself, love,” he tuts, and then he’s swinging the knife down, right onto one of your fingers.

you scream as the blade cuts right through skin and bone. your teeth dig into your lip, drawing blood as you refuse to give him more of a reaction. it fucking hurts, but you’ll be damned if you let yourself cry.

“feel like talking now?” he asks, watching as half of your left pinky finger falls to the floor.

“or should we take off another?”

you look up at him, hoping he can see the hatred in your eyes as you speak your next words. “you could take the fucking hand off and I’d still have nothing to tell you.”

“let’s see how true that is then, eh?” he replies, and raises the knife again. he’s about to swing, when someone comes running into the room.

“ghost!”

it’s johnny. he’s obviously winded as he stops beside simon, dropping his hands to his knees as he struggles for breath.

“what, mactavish? im busy.”

“they’re—” he gasps. “they’re not— the— rat.” he says between breaths.

the room goes impossibly still. so quiet you swear you could hear the men’s heartbeats (or maybe that pounding in your ears was your own).

“you sure?” simon’s voice is softer as he lowers the knife and turns to johnny. the younger man nods, his eyes trained on you. you can see the regret in them, the sorrow.

“it’s fucking shepard.”

it’s not funny, but at the news, you burst into laughter. the men stare at you in confusion, but you can’t stop.

you’re laughing so hard you’re crying, and they’re just standing there.

“are you alrigh’?” johnny’s asking as he moves towards you. he’s fully recovered his breath now, and he drops to a crouch to be eye level with you.

you don’t answer— you can’t. you keep laughing. distantly, you hear the knife simon was holding clatter to the ground. can just make out the sound of more footsteps out in the hallway, coming towards the room.

you pass out.

when you wake up again, you’re in the infirmary. your eyes open slowly, adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights.

“easy, love,” a voice to your right drawls.

your eyes are fully open now. you look down at yourself, noticing the lack of bindings. noticing the iv taped to your arm, the stitched cuts, the black and blue bruises, the missing fingernails and missing finger.

the person sitting next to you clears his throat. that’s when you look up and meet the eyes of your captain.

your captain. the man who was supposed to lead you, to keep you safe. what a fucking joke. he’d started the damn witch hunt.

“how d’you feel?” he asks, his words soft, like he’s trying not to scare off a timid animal.

you stare at him for a beat. then two. then you’re moving, pulling the iv from your arm and shakily pushing yourself up in the bed. price is telling you to stop, reaching out to push you back down, but you slap at his hands.

“get the fuck off me!” you shout, and that takes him aback. he stops, frozen, as he watches you shift in the bed. you throw your legs over the side of it and prepare yourself to stand.

“you really shouldn’t—” he begins after he’s regained his senses, but you pay him no mind. you place your feet on the ground and start to stand. your legs wobble, almost give out, but you’re able to stand. barely.

“shut up,” you growl, stumbling forward and towards the exit. he’s moving to cut you off, and you slide him a gaze that’s sharper than a knife. “and leave me the fuck alone.”

he halts again. he seems almost scared of you— but that can’t be right. even on your best days, he would still beat you in hand-to-hand combat.

he’s not scared of your threats or your frail body. he’s scared of what he’s done to you.

just then, johnny and gaz come through the infirmary doors.

“cap, y’alright? we heard yellin’—” johnny begins, but his mouth snaps shut at the sight of you out of bed.

you’re heaving from your spot next to the bed. your legs are shaking violently, threatening to give out any second. you feel nauseous and numb.

“let’s get you back into bed,” gaz says, and he starts towards you, but you stop him as your gaze snaps to his.

“don’t come any fucking closer. any of you.”

“bonnie,” johnny murmurs. he sounds miserable, but you don’t care. don’t give a fuck about how any of them feel.

“don’t. im leaving,” you grunt out, moving a foot forward slowly. you’d be damned if you fell in front of them.

“you can’t, love. you’re in no shape to be walking.” john says, and you snarl.

“and whose fault is that?”

the men stay silent as they watch you slowly shuffle towards the foot of the bed. you’re bracing yourself to walk on your own when simon walks in.

“get back in bed,” his tone is blunt. you ignore him.

you remove your hand from the bed, move to take a step forward without support, and you begin to crumple to the floor.

simon moves forward, quick as a cat, and catches you. he lifts you into his arms bridal style, and you’re screaming hysterically. your limbs are flailing the best they can in such a battered state. you’re in fight-or-flight mode, your body betraying your desire to put up a steely front.

your palms slap against simon’s upper body and his masked face. he gives no reaction. he doesn’t say anything. the others are watching the exchange silently. the room is buzzing with tension.

“get off me!” you screech, landing a slap to simon’s cheek. “let me— let me go! let me go!” you’re gasping for breath, tears streaming down your cheeks. you’re panicking. your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest.

“put me down! get— get— off me! stop—” you sob.

the doctor rushes into the room then, yelling at the men for allowing you out of bed. you can’t make out what she’s saying over the rush of blood in your ears. you feel light-headed. you can’t breathe.

“put them down, now!” the doctor yells at simon. “they’re having a panic attack— I thought I told you four to stay away from them? they’re too vulnerable right now—” the doctor is chastising them as simon places you back in the bed.

spots are dancing in your vision. you don’t even feel it when the doctor sticks another needle into your arm. the words being exchanged above your head are muffled. it’s like you’re underwater.

john’s face comes into view, then johnny’s, then gaz’s. as your eyes start to close, you notice the only face you don’t see again is simon’s.

when you wake up again, it’s been two weeks.

the doctor had put you into a medically induced coma to allow your more serious wounds time to heal, without risking another episode. unbeknownst to you, the members of your team had stayed by your bedside almost the entire time— minus simon. he hadn’t come within ten feet of the infirmary since the day of your panic attack.

there’s fresh flowers on the bedside table. a steady beeping of the heart monitor. a fuzzy feeling in your head.

it feels like a dream, all of it does. none of it feels real as you settle into your body again. but then the hurt starts, and you remember the truth.

your family betrayed you. your lover betrayed you. they locked you up and tortured you. they didn’t believe you.

when the doctor came to your side to check your iv, she smiled.

“how’re you feeling?”

you look up at her, and it takes a moment for you to speak.

“don’t,” you begin. your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. “don’t let them…in here. don’t…wanna see them.”

the doctor nods in understanding, and she doesn’t say anything else to you. she turns and walks out of the room.

the door clicks shut behind her. she lets out a sigh before turning around to face the three men.

“they don’t want to see you.” she tells them, and their expressions drop. they don’t protest, and like wounded puppies, they walk off.

no one else comes to check on you for a few hours.

you’re in and out of consciousness— can’t tell what’s real and what’s a dream. flashes of your torture come back to you. flashes of a smile. of a scarred face. of hands on your hips and—

you crack your eyes open, and the room is dark. the only light is the blinking of some of the machines. it illuminates the room enough to allow you to see a large, dark figure slip from the room. the door clicks shut so quietly it’s almost imperceptible.

that’s when you notice fresh flowers on the bedside table.

your eyes start to droop once more, and you chalk up whatever you just saw to a dream, while simon exhales heavily on the other side of the infirmary door.

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authors note:

I hope this alright! it’s one in the morning (and I’m half asleep writing this) so I apologize for the errors that are most likely present, and the sense this most likely lacks. I feel like I could write a whole book about this idea, but im cutting myself off to sleep lol.

thank you for the ask, I hope I did your idea justice. 🫶

[xtinyslip]

"YEAH, SORRY." no, he didn't mean it but sometimes it was just easier to tune into what a young, scared cory would have said and go with that. especially when he was currently trying to hide that all he felt right now was pure HATRED for the man in front of him. "a spare son? uh, wh—" was this scret third younger brother real? honestly, how much more screwed up and toxic could this family get? "i can be polite and civil the whole two days out of the year that you'll want to see me." never felt like it had been any different so why would it be now? although deep down, it felt like EVERYTHING had shifted and he didn't like that. he didn't like knowing everything or at least SOMETHING about what the hell was going on. "i want you to sign something... an agreement — that she gets to live. that you leave her alone." no, he didn't take his father's word for it. why the hell would he? and this mattered. this was his mom they were talking about. "promised who?" he was naturally curious, if he wasn't he would be pretty shit at his job but this didn't um... make any sense? cory knew he had literally been done for and as far as he had heard ; finn hadn't even really been on his father's radar to that extent and now it was him that was getting BURNED. why? "... i did." and even though it was the right thing to do, he hadn't felt good about doing that to finn. he'd been hurt, he'd been angry. "its still on my hard drive at work? ... i can send it over. look that article, it's — it's heavily evidenced. had to be or he'd do what all rich pricks do and sweep it under the rug like it was nothing. If we go green with publishing that? it's not only his reputation that gets hurt... it's cecilia's too." and not because she had done ANYTHING wrong but because people judged and what she went through? what she had publicly been put through sense? It would open up all kinds of questions about her mental health and that — that wasn't fair. @fcdcdmcmories

"GOOD. THAT'S MUCH BETTER, ISN'T IT? if i am to keep around one spare son, i'd much prefer it to be one with manners. keep going like that, and i may just change my mind about you.. well, to a point." humming, as he glanced in cory's direction. the other two had to go ; in a way, but especially finn ; because he was going to make sure that kat never had to feel unsafe and afraid of that monster again, but.. PERHAPS, CORY DIDN'T HAVE TO GO AS QUICKLY AS HE HAD THOUGHT. "then, it seems as if we have reached an agreement. you do as i say, behave nicely and remain a good son and.. your mother will go on to live a happy, happy life, away from ALL of this. sounds ONLY FAIR, doesn't it?" he supposed that he didn't mind letting her live, as long as cory behaved how he wanted him to. "as soon as possible. i promised someone that monster would be dealt with. FIRST STEP IS DESTROYING HIS REPUTATION FOR GOOD. you did.. write an article a while back about everything he's done to cecilia, hm? is that still in your possession?" because kat had to see it - read it ; to believe him, didn't she? / @xtinyslip

[inkedells]

pairing: old!logan x f!reader

Logan is sick and tired of you treating him like he's fragile. He'll ignore his relentless pain to show you what it's like to be taken apart, rough and slow, then fast and agonizing.

wc: 3.5k of pure smut

warnings: heavy smut, lap sitting, fingering, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), dirty talk, facials, p in v, ruined orgasms, snowballing, kind of angsty, the claws come out, logan is angry with you, kinda toxic, definitely mean, but still kind of sweet, pwp basically, blood, but it's not bloodplay, it's just logan not caring if he's hurt, if i missed any let me know.

Logan comes home and throws himself back on that torn-up leather sofa, thumb flicking his lighter while the other holds a cigar. It’s less of a distraction from the ache in his bones, and more of a device to push you away. Because if you think he’s tired or angry or hurting, you won’t ask him to fuck you.

It’s not like he doesn’t want you. Of course he does. It’s the sympathy in your eyes when he gets tired from just a couple of minutes of thrusting that he hates. The whispered, “It’s okay. baby, I can ride you.” The gentle touches across his body and his neck and his face and his beard. It all reeks of pity. And if you were to sit him down one day and ask him why he hates being taken care of, he wouldn’t have an answer. He would push the voice in his head down into the void that all the strength he had left fell in, the voice shrinking until it’s nothing as it screams, because I’ve never been taken care of, and I would’ve loved it back when being taken care of wasn’t my only choice.

But it’s fine. You wouldn’t ever ask him that question because he knows for a fact that you don’t know. If you did, you wouldn’t be climbing onto his lap quietly, hands rubbing his sides as you press kisses to his neck.

“I missed you, Logan,” You whisper. Your hips aren’t moving; He knows he sat here like this to avoid fucking you, but he almost wishes you were seeking exactly that. Sex, as embarrassing as it would be for him, is better than your sick love. He doesn’t think you love in the way lovers do. It’s the kind of love meant for sick puppies, or the lonely old woman sitting on the bus with all her belongings in plastic bags.

He turns his head to take a drag of his cigar. Silence.

You hold his face, forcing him to look at you as you kiss him. Slow, chaste, no tongue. He feels scrutinized by your touches, and something nervous seats itself deep in his belly.

“How was your day?” You ask, your gaze snapping between his eyes.

Logan closes them. “I’m tired,” He says flatly.

“I know. It’s okay.”

There it is again. Pity.

He scoffs. It’s quiet. Barely there. He didn’t mean to. He watches your face fall the smallest bit. A year ago, he wouldn’t have noticed, and if he would’ve, he would blurt out an apology. Now, he does notice, but he secretly wants to watch it fall even further if it means you’ll realize how much you’ve been hurting him.

You swallow, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. “I found an American poetry anthology in the basement today. 20th Century. My favorite poem was in it.”

He mumbles, “In a Station of the Metro. T.S. Elliot.” Remembering the poem you told him about months ago sounds too much like sorry. He wishes he’d pretended to forget.

“Ezra Pound,” You correct. Your smile tells him he’s forgiven for an apology he never offered. “If you can recite it I’ll be impressed.”

“I’m not reciting a goddamn poem.” He sounds sarcastic, and it relieves you, but then you kiss him and he’s wound tight again.

You sigh as you pull back. “What’s bothering you, baby?”

“Nothing’s bothering—”

“What’s bothering you?” You interject.

He shakes his head, clenching his jaw. He makes the decision to sacrifice his dignity for the sake of stopping this conversation. You never could resist an orgasm, especially one caused by him. “Enough of that.”

“What?”

But he’s putting out his cigar and lifting you off his lap with a suppressed grunt, then pushing you down on the couch.

“Logan,” You protest.

He continues undoing the drawstring of your pajamas, with a kind of slippery urgency that tells you he's trying to shut you up more than he's trying to satiate his own desire.

You sit up straight, swatting his hand away. “Stop.”

He withdraws immediately, breathing hard through his nose as he looks down at the floor. He was wrong, before, about you not knowing. You definitely know, because you don’t place a loving hand on his thigh and you don’t kiss his shoulder. He’s grateful.

Instead, you observe his profile, then the quiet tremor in his hand. The impossible stillness of the rest of him. He tends to do that when his nerves are on fire. Thinks being a statue is what people who aren’t in chronic pain do.

“Don’t do that,” He mumbles, feeling your eyes on him. “I don’t need you feeling sorry, or whatever—whatever the fuck else goes through your head when you’re around me.”

You say nothing. That’s the most he’s said about his feelings in a while. He knows it, so he forces himself to say nothing, too. It doesn’t last long.

“I’m not dying.” His voice cracks a little at the end and he fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut.

“I know.” The words come out in a tumble, as if you’re rushing to participate in his lie.

“Then stop looking at me like I’m dying.”

“Okay.” Tears prickle your eyes but you blink them away.

“Okay,” He repeats.

You take a deep breath. “But it’s okay to be cared for, Logan.”

He laughs incredulously, and suddenly his volume is rising and his voice is firm. “Would you just—Would you just quit being my fuckin’ mommy? Would you?”

He only lets your silence marinate for a second before he rushes in to kiss you, ignoring the cramps in his muscles as he tugs your neck forward roughly. You squeak against his mouth, fighting his impossible grip on you, but you give up with a shaky exhale through your nose when your efforts prove useless.

“I can take care of you, too,” He grits out. It would sound sweet if it weren’t for the frustration in his tone. He pushes you onto the couch the same way he did moments before as he opens your legs by your knees and settles between them. He sucks a dark mark onto your neck, his fingers digging bruises in your ribs.

“I know you can,” You reassure him. You can see where this is going. “And I love when you do.” You gasp when he pulls your shirt up over the curve of your breasts.

“No. You don’t.” He pinches one of your nipples and sucks the other into his mouth for a brief second. “It’s okay. I’ll show you so you don’t forget again. You won’t want to get ruined any other way.”

“Logan,” You sigh.

He hums against the soft skin just underneath your breast as his hands ravage your body. He begins to unsheathe the adamantium claws in one of his hands so he can rip your top open. It’s slow and excruciating, so he closes his eyes, but the pain is over too soon and his suspicions are confirmed when he opens his eyes to see them stuck halfway.

You don’t expect him to lean back and individually tug each blade free. There’s blood, and now it’s dripping onto your belly, and he mumbles something that sounds like an apology as he wipes the dots of red away with his thumb.

But the hazel in his eyes is alive again. You hope it’s you that did that. Hope it’s not the pain or the sight of his own blood. You want to ask him, just to make sure. You don’t like hurting, right? You just really like me—

He slices through your shirt, careful not to graze your skin, and you try to ignore the fact that he’s never that cautious with himself, but you can’t.

“Logan, you’re bleeding.” Your voice is unstable.

“It’ll heal,” He says quickly, passively. He wipes his burning palm on his wifebeater.

“But that takes a long time now.”

He meets your eyes, his movements frozen. He’s angry and you’re not stupid. You’re pitying him again. He needs you to stop fucking pitying him. When he speaks, his voice is deep and rough and slow, and you would be scared if he wasn’t your Logan. “Are you done?”

You don’t know what to say, so you just close your eyes and nod. You hear his claws retract faster than when they came out, and almost simultaneously, he’s shoving that same hand under your waistband as two of his calloused fingers push themselves into your cunt.

You arch toward him involuntarily, a ragged moan falling from your lips as he tugs your pajamas off your legs and spits on your pussy to ease the slide of his fingers.

Each groan he pulls from your throat is a step toward dispelling the doubt from your body. Doubt of his capabilities, of his strength, of his devotion to you.

“Beg me to fuck you,” He demands, fingering you roughly.

Your mind is cloudy at this point, from sadness or arousal or both, but you give him what he wants. “Fuck me,” You whisper, your eyelids about to flutter shut as you shed a tear.

But then you catch Logan smiling.

He grabs your jaw with his free hand, and you look at him immediately. “You’re gonna let me use it, right? Get myself off?” You lazily trace his features with your gaze—His nose, his wrinkles, his beard—because you know if it were your fingers instead he’d mistake it for tenderness and get mad again.

You nod, but it’s weak with how hazy everything is.

“Good girl.” 

“Please,” You sigh, “I need you inside of me. I need to—I need it.”

“I know. I know what you’re feeling before you feel it.” He lets the pad of his thumb draw quick circles on your clit. “What? Thought I couldn’t hear you playing with yourself in the shower? If I can hear your heartbeat when I walk through the door, what makes you think I wouldn’t have heard you whining my name?”

“Logan,” You sigh, your hips lifting off the couch, coaxing his fingers deeper for as long as possible before he’s shoving you back down with the heel of his palm.

“I’m gonna play with you now. I’ll fuck you after, don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

“What do you mean, play with me?” You breathe, fighting to keep your eyes open as he finds your g-spot.

He grins dirtily, in a way that makes your head spin and your thighs clench around his hand. You’re barely processing his words as he bends down to mumble in your ear, “Right when you’re about to make a mess on my fingers, I’m gonna stop. Then I’m gonna go down on you. And I’m gonna lick your pretty pussy, maybe even fuck you with my tongue if you’re good. And guess what? Guess what I’m gonna do when you’re this close?”

“You’re gonna stop,” You whine.

“I’m gonna stop,” He nods, and it’s mocking, but it’s gentle, and he’s fucking killing you with the way he’s talking right now. “But I’m not mean. I’ll give you a break. You can calm down when my dick is in your mouth, okay?”

“Okay,” You breathe, your hips unabashedly grinding on his fingers. But you want to reassure him he is mean, and you especially want to tell him how much you love it. “Logan, I’m gonna—”

He withdraws his fingers from you so fast it almost burns. You clench around nothing, your lower half spasming as your orgasm barely approaches before falling away again. Only a hint of pleasure is able to make it through the cracks, and you cling onto it, hoping if you focus hard enough, the wave will come back. It doesn’t. You should regret warning Logan that you were about to finish, but all you feel is comfort now that he’s finally proud of you again.

Another tear streams down the side of your face, landing in your hair. Logan’s watching you as he pets your thigh, his lips parted when he leans down over you. He kisses your wet cheek softly, his beard rough on your skin. It’s unlike him to offer you affection this gracefully during sex. It’s always shaky limbs and suppressed groans and dirty kisses. Both of you know it. 

He moves down your body, until his face is hovering over your cunt. He doesn’t have his reading glasses on, so he has to pull his head back and squint as he spreads your folds with his thumbs, studying what you look like. He licks a stripe over you. A second, longer one, before he zeroes in on your clit. You can do nothing except lay there and take it as your hips twitch from overstimulation under his firm hands.

“Oh my god,” You whisper, your fingers twisting in his hair. “F-Fuck.”

He moans at that, pressed right up against you, the sound deep and delicious and vibrating. “Feel good?” He asks teasingly with a nip to your inner thigh.

“What do—What the fuck do you think?”

He breathes a laugh. It’s short and airy, not frustrated like before, and a warmth ignites itself in the back of your mind. It’s overpowering even the feeling of his mouth licking and sucking your most sensitive area; It’s the relief that he’s still hiding the Logan you fell in love with somewhere in there.

You wind your fingers in his hair and scratch his scalp. You try to do it lovingly, although it comes across as sexual and Logan’s breath hitches in pleasure against your pussy instead. So as you suppress a gasp from the pure skill of his tongue, you show your affection differently—you hold the wounded hand he has resting face-up beside your hip. The cuts embedded there are easy to avoid as your thumb rubs the lines of his palm, because even though you can’t see his hand, the puffiness surrounding each slash on his skin are your cues.

He doesn’t move his hand away, but his tongue falters for a fraction of a second before slowing down.

The kind of love you’re pressing into Logan’s skin with each gentle stroke is unrecognizable to him. It’s not the pitiful love he’s so used to. He thinks it might be the opposite. Admiration. Reverence.

“I’m so empty,” You whisper, bringing your hands to grope Logan’s biceps. They’re sweaty and hard and flexing under your touch, and you wonder if he would let you ride them one day.

When your climax starts to creep up on you, it’s thanks to the image of Logan forcing you to lick your arousal clean off his bicep. Indulgently swirling your tongue along his pronounced veins, savoring the taste of his sweat mixed with yourself. He’d probably say somthing like, fuckin’ filthy. Getting yourself off on my arm. Who does that? Are you that obsessed with me?

Logan feels you squeezing his tongue, harder than all the other times before, so he withdraws at the last moment, ruining your orgasm once again.

 You convulse silently, your breath coming out stuttered with your twitching jaw. As if he can read your mind, he unbuckles his belt and removes his pants and boxers. But he doesn’t strip himself of his wifebeater, stained with blood.

It’s the hottest thing in the world.

You blink, and suddenly Logan is hovering above you with his cock over your face. He rubs his leaking tip on your cheeks first, then your lips, and when you open your mouth to take him, he moves his cock away and nudges your jaw shut with his free hand, shaking his head.

“Not yet.”

A whine lodges itself in your throat as Logan spreads his pre-come over the plush of your lips. It escapes only when he lets go of his cock in favor of massaging his wetness across your lips and on your tongue with his thumb. His hard cock is bobbing above you, almost tantalizingly, the occasional drip of arousal landing itself somewhere near your eyes, then your hair, then your mouth, and you watch Logan’s brow furrow as you try to lick whatever you can.

His resolve snaps. A calloused hand squeezes at your cheeks until your jaw falls open. His cock is in your mouth before you can process it, thick and heavy and wet. So. Incredibly. Wet. You start to wonder how it’s even possible that he’s this hard at his age, but you know he wouldn’t want you to be wondering that, so you happily push the thought away.

You suck your cheeks in, swirling your tongue around his tip as you bob your head to meet the subtle, almost imperceivable thrust of his hips. You’re taking it well, you know you are. So you keep taking it, until Logan can no longer successfully suppress his moans and his hips are jerking out of rhythm.

He moves back until his cock slips out of your mouth. “I don’t wanna come like this. Wanna fuck you.”

“Yeah, yes. Fuck me. Please.”

He stands up and turns you on your front, your knees pressing into the soft couch cushions with your ass in the air.

“Logan,” You plead as you feel his tip pressing at your entrance.

“I’ve got you,” He says quietly, pushing in until half of his cock is comfortably squeezed by your cunt. Both your breathing is loud and labored, and there’s a specific kind of intimacy in knowing you’re both feeling this identical need. Overwhelming and hot and unquenchable by anything other than each other.

His first thrust is shallow, but it ruins you all the same. With how thick he is, it should feel like an intrusion, and it does. But all you can think about is how perfectly he fits inside of you, filling you extraordinarily with only a few inches.

“Fuck,” Logan breathes. “Look at that.” He traces around your entrance with his thumb. “Stretching so wide to take me.”

You moan, pressing your cheek against the sofa as you rock with his thrusts. He still hasn’t pressed all the way in yet, and you’re growing impatient. “Come on,” You urge, pushing yourself back to force more of his cock into you.

You expect him to chastise you for being so greedy, but he listens to you instead with a slow, full thrust. His tip nudges your cervix with how deep he is, and a ragged moan escapes you. “Yes,” You whine, “Oh god, yes.”

Logan’s breaths are coming out heavy through his nose, quick and occasionally intertwined with a grunt. His thrusts are getting quicker, and it’s starting to burn, but you welcome every sensation he has to offer you. He pulls out, spits on his cock, then shoves himself back inside, and this time you’re both unabashedly moaning the minute you’re joined again. 

His fingers dig in the plush of your ass as he observes himself disappearing into you. It hurts, but you love it. He knows you do, so he spanks you quickly before gripping you and rutting against you again.

“I love when you fuck me,” You whisper, feeling ashamed as soon as the confession leave you. “When you properly fuck me.”

He slows for a moment so he can watch his cock glisten with how wet you are. “I know.” He picks back up his punishing pace.

Your eyes begin to water, from pain or pleasure, you can’t tell. “I love you.”

“I know,” He repeats, this time breathier. His hips stutter. You can tell he’s close.

“I want it on my face,” You tell him quickly, his impending orgasm giving you no time to worry about being too forward.

He pulls out again, letting you turn onto your back as he shifts up your body. He jerks himself furiously, but you swat his hand away and take it upon yourself to stroke him.

“Come for me,” You tell him honestly, softly. His eyes squeeze shut and his lips part around a trembling exhale.

He groans as his release coats your face in long stripes. Some of it even lands in your hair, but you don’t care. Your own fingers work your clit as you stick your tongue out and taste him. Logan bends down to kiss you, chest heaving and hands shaky, and you rub yourself faster as you swap his release between the two of you with a hum. He pulls back to let you swallow, then he kisses your cheeks with his rough beard, uncaring about the mess on your face.

You don’t know you’re coming until it’s over and you’re breathless, and it’s almost excruciating with how much he’s ruined you, but you’re so exhausted you can’t find it in yourself to dwell on it a second longer.

You wrap your arms around his neck and tug him down for another kiss because you can hardly remember the one he just gave you.

“I’m sorry I had been treating you all wrong,” You say carefully.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” His voice is rough.

You nod, your lips brushing his as you smooth sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. These touches are hard for him. Any variation of your chaste affection is a reminder that he’s not really Logan anymore.

But the shame in it is gone. Replaced by the reassurance that he can still surround you with safety and firm hands and blatant desire;

And for a moment, he’s his old self again.

A/N: it's been so long since i've written anything, but logan has been consuming my brain for weeks so i had to get this out. i hope it's true to his character. <3 also, my asks are open, so feel free to request anything you want to read about.

[sunniques]

— 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥

➺ PAIRING: kim mingyu x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepbrother au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: mingyu will do anything to make sure no man takes his place in his stepsister’s life.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, yandere themes, stalking, violence, blood, manipulation, mentions of blackmail, jealousy, possessiveness, mingyu can lift reader, slight size kink, oral sex (f & m), 69, unprotected sex, riding, creampies, cockwarming

➺ WC: 7.7k

NOTE: don’t like don’t read. as always, thank you to my oomf @wonustars for beta reading <3

If anyone were to ask you about Kim Mingyu, you’d have nothing but nice things to say.

The large, puppy-like man is the epitome of kindness and happiness. Despite his tall stature and modelesque looks, he’s pure-hearted and a little naive. It’s why you’re so endeared with him. No one in this world is more lovable than your foolishly kind stepbrother.

“Are you gonna need a ride today?”

You look up to see Mingyu leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a small smile on his face. Your heart jumps, still not fully used to how handsome he is. The loud thrum of your heart is easily ignored when you remind yourself that you can’t do anything except acknowledge your stepbrother’s good looks. In another world, you’d definitely allow yourself to have a crush on him, maybe even flirt with him a little.

“No,” you say as you unplug your phone from the charger. “Minghao is picking me up.”

Because you’re busy making sure you have all your things, you miss the look that crosses Mingyu’s face.

“Oh. I didn’t know you guys were talking again.”

Part of you feels a little embarrassed. Mingyu is very much aware of how things ended between you and Minghao. After all, it’s his broad shoulder you cried on after everything was said and done.

“It’s not like that,” you insist, feeling your face get hot from how intense his stare is. “We’re just friends now.”

Mingyu frowns but doesn’t say anything. It’s times like these you’re grateful that he’s such a nice guy. Anyone else would’ve pointed out that you and Minghao were never actually friends. You two just fucked around until he got sick of you. It was devastating for you in the worst way, but since he reached out to you under the pretense of wanting to be friends, you couldn’t say no. The last thing you want is to let him know how much he hurt you.

“Okay. Well if you need a ride later just text me.”

You’re grateful that Mingyu isn’t judgmental like you know the rest of your friends are going to be when they inevitably find out.

When you’re done with your last class of the day, you text Minghao to let him know you’re ready for him to come get you. A sickening feeling coils in the pit of your stomach when ten minutes go by without a response from him. You bite your lip as you contemplate sending him another text. Double texting wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t Minghao. Given the way you two left things, you don’t want to seem desperate. (Although you’re pretty sure it’s a little late for that.)

When another five minutes go by, you’re sure you’ve been stood up. You’re so angry that you feel like crying. The entire situation is so humiliating. To think that you thought giving him a second chance was a good idea. You feel so stupid, and you know that there’s no way you can ever tell anyone about what happened.

Well, there is one person. 

As soon as you call your stepbrother, he drops everything he’s doing to come get you. Because it’s Mingyu, you don’t feel as stupid and embarrassed when you get into his car. Not even when you start to ramble on about what an asshole Minghao is. Mingyu listens attentively, offering supportive comments here and there. There’s no judgment or pity when he talks, either. Just empathy that gives you enough comfort to make you feel like you’ve finally made it back to your safe place.

“Don’t even think about him,” Mingyu says as he grabs your hand. He brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before letting go. “He doesn’t deserve you or your anger.”

His words make you smile and feel warm inside. Aside from feeling a little embarrassed, you’re okay. Especially because your stepbrother makes it his mission to make sure you feel better.

You spend the rest of the day with Mingyu, and it’s not long before you completely forget about Minghao.

“I used to like you, you know.”

You choke on your drink, eyes going wide as you splutter embarrassingly. “What? Seokmin—!”

“I don’t any more!” He reassures you, looking around with slight panic. “And keep your voice down! I don’t need your guard dog acting up if any rumors start.”

You’re still too shocked by his confession to question who he’s talking about. You messily wipe your mouth and focus on getting Seokmin to explain because what he said doesn’t make any sense. Especially because of how things went down after you drunkenly admitted to liking him back freshman year.

“When was this?”

Seokmin looks ashamed. “A little after we met.”

There’s no way.

“You’re fucking sick. When I confessed to you that year, you friendzoned me.”

Seokmin has the decency to look sheepish and guilty. “It was a dick move, I admit it. But it’s not my fault!”

You raise a disbelieving eyebrow at him.

“Your stepbrother had made it clear that you were off limits, okay? I wasn’t about to cross him.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “Literally, what are you talking about?”

Seokmin blushes and looks around again. You’d laugh if his behavior wasn’t so odd. You’re not sure why he’s acting like he’s scared of something or someone, but you can’t focus on that too much. His bizarre story is throwing you off.

“Mingyu has always been very protective of you, and he’s actually really fucking scary when he wants to be.”

Silence. 

You two stare at each other until you burst out laughing. That’s all you can do because there’s no way your friend is being serious.

“Hey!” Seokmin slaps your arm to calm you down. “I’m being serious!”

“Mingyu? Kim Mingyu?” You say between breaths. “Your best friend—my stepbrother?”

“Yes, lovely Kim Mingyu who wouldn’t hurt a fly!” Seokmin scowls as you keep laughing.

Of all the reasons Seokmin could come up with for rejecting you while allegedly having feelings for you, you didn’t think he’d use your stepbrother. It was such a cheap cop-out. Mingyu has never cared about your unexciting love life. He’s always encouraged you to have fun and find a guy who deserves you. 

There’s no way what Seokmin’s implying is true. Even if it was, you’re sure he’s exaggerating. Your goofy stepbrother doesn’t have one mean, intimidating bone in his body. 

“Okay,” you wheeze. “Let’s say I believe you, which I don’t. What exactly did Mingyu say for you to reject me?”

Seokmin blinks and hesitates. Maybe it’s better if you don’t know all the details. “He just… advised me to not play with your feelings if I wasn’t ready for a relationship.”

You roll your eyes. Instead of bringing up the fact that he freely dated around after turning down your confession, you choose to steer the conversation in a different direction. There’s no need to keep rubbing salt in an old wound, anyway.

“Whatever. You’re still sick,” you say. “Anyway, are you still going to Chan’s on Friday?”

“Are you?” Seokmin counters. “Minghao will be there.”

Your lip curls up in disgust. “Like I’m going to let that asshole stop me from having fun.”

“True. And actually, he might not even go. I think he’s still recovering.”

“Recovering? What do you mean?”

“You don’t know? Minghao got into a fight last week! He won’t say with who, but he got fucking wrecked.”

You’re shocked into silence. A fight? It’s pretty hard to believe since Minghao is a pretty passive guy. He rarely gets angry or upset. 

So many things are going through your mind at once that you can’t get any of your thoughts straight. Had it happened the day he stood you up? If it did, why didn’t he say anything?

“Poor guy looks like shit. I doubt he’ll be going anywhere for a while.”

You frown. Sure, Minghao isn’t your favorite person in the world, but that doesn’t mean you would wish something like that on him. You know you shouldn’t be worried about him, but part of you still is. 

“Oh my god,” you mumble with a frown, not really knowing what to say. “Poor him.”

“Poor who?”

Your head snaps up at the sound of a familiar voice. A smile lights up your face when you see your stepbrother approaching the table. 

“Minghao,” Seokmin says as his best friend sits beside you. “Remember I told you someone beat his ass?”

“Oh, yeah,” Mingyu says with a frown as he slings his beefy arm over your shoulders. “Poor guy. I hope he gets better soon.”

You lean into your stepbrother, chest warming at the worried frown on Mingyu’s face. His kind heart is so admirable. Despite Minghao being a certified piece of shit, he still has the empathy to feel bad for the guy. It reminds you of how Mingyu is someone who’s a way better person than you, and you can’t resent him for it.

“Don’t worry, love. Minghao will be okay.” Mingyu says as he squeezes you into his side.

Like always, your stepbrother knows what you’re feeling without you telling him. It’s hard to stop the affection you feel from deepening when he always makes sure to comfort you first. His thumb gently caresses your shoulder absentmindedly as he and Seokmin start to talk about their statistics class. Just knowing your stepbrother is so understanding of your complicated feelings makes you feel so much better, and it’s not long before the topic of what happened to Minghao is long forgotten.

Mingyu will never forget the first time he saw you.

It was at one of Seungcheol’s notorious frat parties. Back then, he hadn’t been too into the party scene. Honestly, he’d gone out of pressure and boredom more than anything. One day he’ll have to thank his older friend for being the reason he saw you.

Unlike Mingyu, you were letting loose and having fun. He can’t forget how beautiful you looked while taking shots and laughing without a care in the world. Something inside him switched that night, and instead of being scared of the unfamiliar feeling, Mingyu quickly embraced it.

The feeling pushed him into watching you all night. To this day, Seungcheol thinks his friend had as much fun as everyone else. Which he had, just a different kind of fun.

At the end of the night, Mingyu secretly followed you as you stumbled your way back to your dorm. It’s not like you went home alone, but he had to make sure you were safe. (He also was curious to know if you lived on or off campus.)

Finding out your schedule wasn’t hard. As an attractive man, it’s always been easy for Mingyu to get what he wants. One charming smile and a little harmless flirting had him securing a paper with all your classes on it within minutes. Everything was too easy after that, and Mingyu couldn’t feel anything like guilt or shame as he went to go find you.

For weeks, he watched you from afar. Despite knowing he was most people’s type, Mingyu was still nervous about talking to you. He wanted everything to be perfect. Setting up a meet-cute was hard work, which meant calculating the time and place took a tremendous amount of effort. Honestly, he did start to get a little impatient when watching you no longer felt like enough for him. Mingyu was itching to know you and everything about you. To have you all for himself.

Luckily for him, swooping in when you almost got hit by a football was the perfect opportunity to worm his way into your life. Mingyu played the perfect part of a knight in shining armor, one that was undeniably kind and empathetic. Exactly what you wanted.

Mingyu still fantasizes about the way you looked at him that day. The lidded gaze you directed at him and the way you bit your lip was tantalizing in the sweetest way. It was easy for you to become friends after that.

There was an unexpected roadblock a month later when his mom told him she was marrying the man of her dreams. It’s both devastating and thrilling for him to find out that man is your father. You’ll be closer to him than ever, but now there’s this forbidden aspect that wedges itself between the attraction between you two.

Despite this, you two grow closer. All of your interests and hobbies line up almost perfectly, and the fixation Mingyu has on you steadily grows, slowly morphing into an undeniable obsession. Luckily for him, the new role he has in your life allows him to ward off any vultures that are lurking around you.

The loser in your calculus class was the easiest to get rid of. Once Mingyu caught him staring at you at a party, approaching him and telling him to stop staring at you like a fucking creep was enough for the guy to never look at you again. Then, there was your scummy coworker. Mingyu had to politely remind him that it wouldn’t be a good idea to keep bothering you unless he wanted his parents to find out he had dropped out of college and spent all of his financial aid partying.

Then there was his dear friend, Lee Seokmin.

“Y/N is single right?”

Mingyu looks up from his phone, jaw tightening as he fixes his dark stare on Seokmin. His friend is oblivious to the dangerous territory he’s venturing into, and there’s a moment where Mingyu contemplates whether or not to disregard the many years of friendship they have to impulsively act on his dark thoughts.

“Yeah,” Mingyu’s tone is clipped.

Seokmin hums thoughtfully. “Do you think she’d say yes if I asked her out?”

“I don’t think so,” Mingyu says through gritted teeth, still trying to be somewhat nice. “You’re not good at commitment, and that’s what she’s looking for.”

His best friend doesn’t seem to care for the advice he’s getting. “I can do whatever for someone I actually like.”

“You really like her?”

Either Seokmin doesn’t hear the venom in his friend’s voice, or he doesn’t care. Mingyu’s not sure which pisses him off more.

“Yeah,” Seokmin replies. “She’s smart and pretty. Exactly my type.”

Seokmin flinches when Mingyu slams his fist on the table. A dark look he never thought his friend was even capable of making is being directed at him, and he suddenly feels like he’s unknowingly walked into the lion’s den.

“Don’t you even think about going near her.” Mingyu spits, not caring that he sounds like an asshole. “I’ll cut your dick off if I find out you even hint at wanting anything more than a friendship with her.”

Seokmin laughs weakly. “You’re not serious—”

“Test me and find out.”

Mingyu smiles, but it’s a chilling smile. One that has Seokmin spluttering out an agreement before he realizes it.

After that, Mingyu knew he had to make sure everyone knew you were off limits.

The only dumbass that didn’t take Mingyu’s warnings seriously was Xu Minghao. The idiot had the audacity to laugh in his face when Mingyu suggested he find someone else to fuck around with. Unfortunately, Minghao didn’t have any dirt on him—not any that was serious enough for Mingyu to use as blackmail, anyway.

And so, Mingyu was forced to back off—for the time being.

His promiscuous ex had always been so eager to please that she didn’t hesitate to give in to Mingyu’s request to seduce and ensnare Minghao. It left you heartbroken and ready to receive your stepbrother’s comfort. Everything slowly went back to the way it was supposed to be. You were more dependent on Mingyu than ever, which made it easy for him to slowly erase that asshole from your life.

Until he finds out that scumbag was worming his way back into your life. 

Instead of attending his first class, Mingyu has his ex lure Minghao to her apartment building where he puts an end to that idiot once and for all.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Minghao groans and he coughs up a bit of blood.

Mingyu slams him into the wall, wounded hands moving to squeeze his throat and cut his words. “I warned you a long time ago to stay away from Y/N. This is the last time I’m going to tell you.”

When he does let go of Minghao, the idiot stops Mingyu from walking away. Even through large intakes of breath and spluttered coughs, he manages to piss Mingyu off some more. “You think Y/N will forgive you when she finds out what you did to me?”

Mingyu spins on his heels before landing a hard punch on Minghao’s nose. The loud crack echoes in the air, and it sounds almost dull compared to the yell that idiot lets out. Blood pours from his nose immediately, and it slips through the cracks of his fingers as he holds it in pain.

“You think she’ll believe you over me?” Mingyu’s laugh is dark and cruel. “Y/N knows I would never hurt anyone. Not even a piece of shit like you.”

Minghao’s heart rate spikes when he sees the way Mingyu smiles at him. A chill goes down his spine when he realizes just how depraved the man in front of him is. So for once, he does the smart thing and decides to cut off all contact with you. It pains him to stand you up and ghost you, but no pussy is worth this. Not even yours.

Mingyu sees you before you see him. You’re sitting at one of the many tables in the refectory, but you aren’t alone. Some guy is talking to you, grinning from ear to ear like some disgusting creep. Immediately, he recognizes the starry-eyed look in his gaze. A lot of guys get that same look when they see you. Even if you don’t notice it, Mingyu always does.

“Hey, man.” The stranger has the fucking audacity to smile at Mingyu as he sits across from you.

As much as Mingyu would like to tell the creep to fuck off, he can’t. Not while you’re around, at least. “Hey.”

“I’ll see you in class,” the guy says with an unattractive smile as he slowly stands. 

Mingyu feels like throwing up when you actually smile back.

“Bye.” You wave with a cute laugh.

The guy finally leaves, and it takes everything in Mingyu to behave normally. Dark thoughts loom in his head, ones that involve taking care of that idiot like he did to your ex situationship. He forces his depraved thoughts to the back of his mind to focus his attention on you.

“Who was that?” He wonders casually like he’s not losing his mind.

“That’s Josh. He’s in my communications class.” You say indifferently.

“Did he ask you out?” Mingyu wonders, trying to make the lilt in his voice sound teasing. And like the very thought isn’t killing him inside.

“Yeah,” you say. “He wants to hang out after my last class.”

Mingyu’s stomach turns. He smiles at you, so pained that you’re being so casual about some loser hitting on you. Especially in front of him. He’ll have to find out more about that asshole later and figure out exactly how he’s going to get rid of him, but right now there’s a more pressing matter.

“And?”

You give him a funny look. “And I told him no. We’re hanging out tonight, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.”

It’s a relief, and Mingyu hopes it doesn’t show on his face.

An unsavory feeling settles in Mingyu’s chest after that day. You slowly start to mention Josh more and more without knowing how insane it makes your stepbrother feel. It’s all so maddening because this Josh character is actually close to being a perfect guy. He’s been in a few relationships that have all ended up on good terms, and he doesn’t have any questionable behaviors. Mingyu almost considers fabricating something so he can get the loser away from you.

It’s not until a random Friday night that Mingyu decides he’s finally had enough. You were supposed to have been home hours ago, and you’re barely getting here. Accompanied by dumbass Josh, no less. He almost feels like throwing up as he watches you from the security camera. Mingyu clenches his jaw as anger seeps into his bones and clouds his mind.

Something inside him snaps, and he decides right then and there that you can’t keep doing this to him, and he can’t keep torturing himself like he has been.

“I had fun with you,” Joshua says sweetly.

Mingyu almost smashes his phone when you give him a hug and respond in a dulcet tone. “Me too.”

When he sees you waving at Josh with both of your hands in the cute way you always do, he’s quick to lock his phone and go downstairs to intercept you. 

It’s quiet when you enter the house. You didn’t see your stepmom’s car or your dad’s in the driveway so you know they aren’t home. Since it’s so quiet, you wonder if Mingyu is asleep or something.

“Where have you been?”

You jump with a quiet yelp, not expecting your stepbrother to be waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. There’s a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before, and he almost looks threatening.

“Um,” you stutter, not sure what to make of the shift in his demeanor. “I was with—”

“With who?”

Dark eyes examine your face, demanding answers. Mingyu stalks toward you until he has you pressed against the front door. His large hands cage you against it as he leans close to your face.

“Tell me. I want to know why you’re so late when you promised me you’d be home sooner.”

You stare at him with wide eyes. “What? Gyu—”

“Let me guess,” he hums, sounding completely depraved. “You were with Josh.”

You swallow nervously, wondering why he sounds jealous. The thought sends a jolt of thrill down your spine. “Yeah. He just wanted—”

“Wanted what?” Mingyu’s glaring eyes get more intense. “To fuck you?”

You’re completely floored. That was the last thing you expected your sweet stepbrother to say, and for some reason it makes you feel dizzy in a thrilling way. You lick your lips, feeling your skin get hot as anxiousness mixes in with arousal. It’s been too long since you had sex, which is why you started to get wet from Mingyu’s uncharacteristic behavior. 

“N-No.” You say somewhat firmly. “We’re just friends.”

“Then why was he touching you?” He growls as one of the hands braced on the door moves to your neck.

Your cunt throbs at the action, and you feel like your mind is swimming from the sudden turn of events.

“It was a quick hug,” you say as he lightly squeezes your throat. “Something between friends.”

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, seemingly unbelieving of your words. More slick pools in your panties as the dark gaze stays locked in your face. You try not to make squeezing your thighs together obvious, but you haven’t felt so turned on in a long time.

“You’re sure?” Mingyu’s voice sounds entirely different as he squeezes your neck again.

“Yes,” you easily say. Deciding to act on instinct, you slowly smooth your hands over his chest and look at him through your eyelashes. “Promise, Gyu-Gyu.”

As always, he’s putty in your hands as soon as he hears that cute little nickname you gave him. Mingyu lets out a shaky breath as you go to cup his face. His eyes fall shut, and he lets himself lean on you and sandwich you between his body against the door. Your thumbs gently, caress his cheeks as you work to placate him. He loves every second of it, and just being pressed up against you has his cock twitching in his pants.

Fuck it.

Mingyu opens his eyes, pupils blown wide. “I’ll let it go this time, baby girl, but I better not catch him or any other guy touching what’s mine.”

He sounds completely insane and feral, but that only makes you want him more. It’s almost like you’re in a trace as you lock your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. The heat in his eyes makes you feel like a goddess, and you wonder if it’s always been there.

“Say it,” Mingyu demands as his hands trail down your body to squeeze your ass. “Tell me you won’t let any asshole touch you ever again.”

You whine in your throat. “I won’t let anyone else touch me. I promise.”

Mingyu grins, little fangs poking out like the cat who ate the canary. “Good girl.”

With that, he easily lifts you and locks your legs around his hips. For a moment, his pretty eyes search yours as if he’s trying to search for any sign of hesitation. He seems satisfied with what he sees, and in the next second his lips catch yours in a wet, heated kiss.

You mewl into his mouth as you grind down on his very large bulge. It all feels so good, and you groan when Mingyu eases his tongue into your mouth. There’s a desperation behind his movements that make you more horny than you already are.

Everything else happens in a blur, and before you realize it, you end up sprawled out on Mingyu’s bed. He handles you with care, but there’s also a roughness to his movements. It makes you gush because that’s exactly what you like.

“Naughty baby. Gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

There’s that switch again, and it makes you squirm. You squish your thighs together, both anticipating and dreading what’s in store for you. Mingyu seems like a feral animal, one that’s close to acting on primal instincts only. The thought excites you.

“Why?” You pout, wondering how you can get him to just fuck you. “I’ve been a good girl.”

You’re such a little minx, and Mingyu has to turn away so you don’t see the fond smile that forms on his face. As usual, you’re too cute for your own good. It’s always so disarming, but all Mingyu has to do is remember what led to this for him to get himself back on track.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warns as he takes his shirt off.

Mingyu’s cock twitches when your pout accentuates. You still nod obediently, though. He kicks off his pants until he’s left in only his underwear. The way you hungrily eye his body (especially his large bulge) makes him feel like he’s in the clouds. All his plotting and waiting was really worth it.

“Show me your panties.”

You whimper quietly, not believing how filthy your stepbrother is. It makes you that much more eager to give him what he wants.

Slowly, you discard your jeans and spread your legs to show Mingyu how wet you are. His eyes are dark dark dark when he sees the material is almost see-through.

“Fuck,” he moans as he palms his throbbing cock. “Take them off.”

The fabric slips down your legs and dangles from your fingertips in the next second. Mingyu snatches them from your hands and presses the soiled fabric to his nose. His eyes stay on your pretty pussy as he carefully places your panties on his nightstand

“For later,” he clarifies with a filthy smirk.

You curse under your breath as more arousal drips out of you.

“You like that, baby girl?” Mingyu coos as his eyes stay on your dripping pussy. “Like that your stepbrother is going to use your cute little panties to jerk off?”

“Yes,” you admit through a whine. “Fuck, Gyu. I’m so wet right now.”

“I know,” his eyes flicker up to your face for a second. “But I still have to teach you a lesson.”

You pout at him again. “Even though I promised you already?”

His laugh is dark. “Have to make sure you keep it.”

“I’ll be good, I swear. Please, Gyu-Gyu?” You bat your eyelashes at him, and any resolve he has just breaks.

Mingyu slips out of his underwear, and he smirks when you gasp at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. It’s so hard and leaking with so much precum. You’re eying it so hungrily that he decides to get the upper hand once again.

“I’ll give you what you want, baby. Just play with my cock first.”

“Really?” You ask eagerly, as Mingyu starts to stroke his huge cock.

“Yeah. Use that pretty little mouth on me, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

You jump to your knees in excitement. “Okay!”

“You want to gag on your stepbrother’s cock that bad?” Mingyu laughs as you eagerly nod and crawl toward him. “What a slut.”

“Can’t help it,” you say as you push on his shoulder to get him to lay back. “Want your pretty cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” Mingyu hisses as he leans against his pillows. His cock throbs at the fact that you’re making every one of his fantasies come true.

You press a gentle kiss to the tip, lovely eyes staring at Mingyu. A string of precum sticks to your lips, and you’re quick to lick it off with a salacious moan. You start to kitten lick his fat tip until his cock steadily leaks with sticky blobs of precum. The mewls and moans your stepbrother lets out only make you that much more eager to please. He’s really too hot for his own good.

With a grin, you wrap your lips around the head and slowly take him into your mouth. Slowly, you force the girthy organ down your throat. Your eyes start to glaze over, already addicted to the thick cock in your mouth. Mingyu thrusts his hips forward, sinking another inch into your hot mouth. The fat tip teases the back of your throat, making you gag on his dick. A loud moan tears from his throat when you take it like a good girl before pulling off with a wet cough.

“Messy girl,” Mingyu says with a groan.

You moan and start to lap at his cock again. Your tongue teases around his tip, and you can’t stop your thighs from clenching together. The arousal is practically leaking from your pussy, wetting your thighs obscenely.

“Aw, baby girl. Look at how fucking horny you are,” Mingyu coos. “Bet that little cunt’s soaked. Can’t wait to taste it. Gonna eat you out for hours after this.”

“Why not now?” You pout against his dick. “I suck dick better when I get eaten out.”

Mingyu tries not to blow his load at your filthy words. “Yeah? Want me to lick your little clit over and over and then suck it in my mouth until you’re begging to cum?”

Once again, Mingyu is putty in your hands when you blink up at him with your cute pout and tell him that’s exactly what you want.

And so, within seconds you’re laying on Mingyu’s hard abs, suckling on the head of his cock as you wiggle your ass, teasing Mingyu with your pussy. He groans, savoring the sight of your pretty pussy hovering over his face. Deciding that he deserves this treat more than anyone, he finally takes what you’re so willingly giving him.

You cry out when Mingyu licks across your swollen clit. He grabs your ass and spreads you open so he can lick into your pussy easier. Eagerly, he starts to lap up all the arousal from your drippy pussy. He loses himself in your taste, fucking his tongue deeper into your clenching hole. You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, and he’ll be damned if he ever lets anyone else drink from his sweet oasis.

“Mingyu,” you slobber against his cock, grinding your cunt into his eager mouth. “Fuck. Your mouth feels so good.”

Mingyu groans as you start to suckle on the head of his cock before you fully sink your mouth on it again. Your hot little mouth works his cock, giving him the best head he’s ever gotten. You’re so messy and eager, kissing and licking all over his cock. The way you’re getting him all wet and messy almost makes him feel like you’re prepping him for your cunt. That turns him on more and has his muscular thighs clenching with restraint. 

Your stepbrother moans into your cunt as you suck his dick. The vibrations run through your fluttering walls as his tongue fucks deeper into your hole. Pleasure consumes you as Mingyu continues to slide his tongue in and out of your soaking pussy with a filthy schlick sound. All the sweet sounds you’re letting out are slightly muffled by Mingyu’s cock, and he loves every second of it.

Mingyu sucks your pulsing clit into his mouth, making you whine around his cock and grind harder on his tongue. Your orgasm abruptly hits, and your cries of pleasure are gagged by Mingyu shooting his cum down your throat. You continue to suck eagerly as you rub your messy pussy all over your stepbrother’s face.

You pull off Mingyu’s big cock after you swallow all his cum, mewling in pleasure when he starts to press soft kisses on your pretty pussy. God, he’s unreal.

“Sweetest little pussy ever,” he moans reverently, not ready to separate from the heaven between your legs.

Your face gets hot, pussy clenching at his praise. The fact that someone as hot as Mingyu is so into you feels surreal, and it makes you more eager to get his big cock inside you.

Mingyu apparently thinks the same thing because he’s quick to lay you on the bed and get on top of you. His dark eyes drink in your naked body, licking his lips like he didn’t just finish eating you up. 

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

And you really don’t.

“Mingyu,” you whimper desperately when he starts to rub his dripping cock across your sensitive cunt. 

The sticky tip of his cock catches on your leaking hole and you moan loudly. God, you’ve never wanted anyone to fuck you so badly. He’s so hot, and you know he’s going to send you into another world of pleasure.

“Fuck, Gyu. Need you to fuck me. Please. I need it so bad,” you beg against his mouth as you start to kiss him repeatedly.

“Yeah?” He grins, blush spreading across his face at the affection you’re giving him. “Need your stepbrother to stuff you full of cock?”

“Yes.” You whimper shamelessly. “I need you to stuff my little pussy full. Want you to breed me.”

The groan he lets out is feral, and Mingyu buries his face in your neck so you won’t see the depravity your words cause. He kisses and nips at your neck as he grinds his cock on your messy pussy.

“Please, Gyu-Gyu.”

“Fuck. You’re so hot, baby girl,” Mingyu groans as he slips the head of his cock inside your needy hole. 

He pulls back to watch your face as he slowly sinks into your pussy. You’re so overwhelmed with arousal, and it’s evident. It makes the feral beast inside Mingyu yearn for more.

“I’m gonna ruin you for everyone else, baby. Gonna make sure the only cock you want is mine.”

With that, he bottoms out with a loud moan as you whine loudly. Your pupils are blown wide as your nails scratch against his broad chest. It turns you on to feel and see how big he is. He’s completely enveloping you in the best way. All that fills your mind is your stepbrother and his big cock.

“So fucking tight,” he hisses as he rolls his hips and fucks his cock deeper into your pulsing heat.

You wrap your legs around his waist to get him as deep as possible. Moans spill from your mouth as your hands smooth up his muscular chest and clasp around his neck. No one’s ever been so deep inside you, and you love it.

“Fuck me, Gyu.” You mewl, brain fuzzy from the stretch his dick provides. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”

“Shit,” Mingyu grunts with dark eyes. “My slutty baby wants her pussy creamed so fucking bad, huh?”

“Want it so bad, babe.” You whimper as you buck your hips.

Mingyu snaps when he hears the little pet name. Immediately, he starts to slam into your squelching cunt over and over again. You cry out loudly as juices leak from your stuffed hole. It takes him no time to find your g-spot, and he angles his cock to hit it every time he snaps his hips.

“Fu-Fuck, Gyu.” You whimper as you tug him closer to ghost your lips across his. “Gonna cum again. Gonna cum all over your big cock.”

“Do it, baby. God. Need to feel you cream on me,” he groans. 

You move your hips to meet his thrusts, eager to gush all over his dick and give him what he wants. Mingyu goes to kiss you deeply, moaning in satisfaction when your pulsing pussy clamps down on him again. His mind is swimming with pleasure as you cry out for him.

Mingyu’s heavy balls slap against your ass as he fucks deeper into your wet hole. You’re gushing so much that he knows you won’t be able to stop at just one orgasm. Which is exactly what he wants. He needs you addicted to his cock so you don’t ever consider going to someone else. Even if you do, he’ll get rid of them. Now that you’ve given him a taste, he’s going to make sure no one else has the chance to.

“God, Mingyu.” You whimper, toes curling in pleasure. “Just want you to keep me stuffed with your fat cock all night.”

Mingyu groans and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. He’ll give you anything you want. “Don’t worry, baby. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Gonna breed you all night.”

Your stepbrother’s promise pushes you over the edge. Those filthy words make your legs tighten around him as your pussy clamps down on his dick. You moan out Mingyu’s name loudly as you cover his cock with your orgasm. Your legs tremble as you keep getting fucked through your mind-numbing pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over your stepbrother’s cock. Fuck. So good for me.”

Mingyu’s thrusts get rougher as he pistons his cock deeper into your pulsing cunt. There’s no hotter sight than you cumming all over his cock. The pretty face you make is something that he’ll never forget, and that’s all he needs to reach his own climax. Mingyu buries his cock to the hilt and spills all his hot, sticky cum inside you with a loud moan of your name. He keeps fucking his cock into your hot cunt, stuffing it full of cum. 

“Take it like a good girl,” he pants, eyes shut tightly as he keeps fucking his aching cock inside you. “Take every fucking drop, baby girl.”

You move your hands to cling to his hair, grinding your sloppy pussy to get his cum deeper inside. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he creams your pussy.

“Gyu,” you whimper. “You came so much—fuck. Feels so hot inside.”

Mingyu groans as he buries his face in your neck, cock pulsing at your words. “Shit, baby. Making me want to fuck you all over again.”

You hum, deciding that you won’t be leaving his bed anytime soon. “It’s my turn.”

Mingyu grunts in surprise when you push him off and make him lean against the headboard. Immediately, you go to straddle him before smashing your lips together. He hungrily kisses you back, big hands gripping your ass to grind your messy cunt onto his hot cock. 

“So hot,” you gasp in between kisses. “You’re so fucking hot."

Mingyu giggles into your mouth. “Yeah?”

You hum in confirmation as you suck on his tongue. Again, you tangle one of your hands in his hair and pull his head back so you can kiss him deeper. The kiss you share is nasty, and it just makes you needy for him all over again.

You pull away and grab his cock. Mingyu bites his lip as you slowly sink down on it. He slumps back against the headboard, giving you time to adjust to the stretch of his thick cock. Your stepbrother smooths his thumbs across your hard nipples, smirking when you clench down on him.

“God, you’re fucking pretty,” Mingyu growls as he punches your nipples. “My pretty baby.”

“Mingyu,” you sigh as your eyelashes flutter in pleasure.

You grind down on him, hips swivelling to fuck him just right. It doesn’t take long for him to become a mess under you. You smirk and start to bounce on him, loving how he’s practically writhing with pleasure. 

“I just wanna be inside you all the time,” he tugs on the sensitive buds until you’re arching into the motion. 

You duck your head down to sloppily kiss Mingyu again when there’s a knock on the door. Even to your surprise, you don’t stop your movements. It feels too good. You pull away, wondering when your parents came back home and how you didn’t hear them. Your pussy gets tighter, and Mingyu bites his bottom lip as he grabs your hips to keep you from moving.

“Mingyu? Are you still awake?” His mom calls through the door. 

At that moment, you two make a decision. A nasty, filthy one. Mingyu maintains eye contact with you and slowly fucks his cock up into your sloppy pussy. 

“Yeah. Do you need something?”

Your eyes roll back, cunt spasming around Mingyu’s dick. The lewd switching coming from your pussy seems louder now, but you don’t think to stop your stepbrother from bullying his cock in and out of your hole. 

“Have you seen Y/N? She’s not in her room.”

“She’s in here. We were watching a movie and she fell asleep,” Mingyu’s voice is smooth and even. It makes you start to bounce on him again. “I’ll take her to her room in a second.”

Your stepbrother’s dark eyes never leave yours as he starts to whisper. “You like that we might get caught?”

You nod again, barely able to hold back your moans.

“Okay good. I was worried since it’s getting late.”

Mingyu grinds his cock deep in your cunt and moves his thumb down to rub your clit roughly. You’re so wet that even with Mingyu's slow, deep thrusts, your pussy is squelching with every movement. 

“Dirty little slut. Imagine if she had opened the door,” Mingyu holds back a groan as your hot cunt clamps down on him again. “She would’ve seen how much you love your stepbrother’s cock.”

You bounce a little harder on his dick when you hear his filthy words. His thumb continues to flick and rub at your swollen clit. Your head tips back as your pussy gushes around his cock when your orgasm hits out of nowhere. 

Mingyu watches your throbbing pussy clamp down on him as he slowly thrusts into you. You feel his hands squeeze your hips hard enough to bruise. His slow thrusts are prolonging your orgasm, walls fluttering constantly around his dick. Mingyu’s thumb is still rubbing your clit, overstimulation making the muscles in your thighs jump. 

“God, baby.” Mingyu groans. “So fucking dirty, cumming all over my cock like that. Did thinking we were gonna get caught turn you on that much?”

“Yeah,” you mewl, too turned on to feel embarrassed.

Your thighs shake with the force of your second orgasm, pussy trying to milk Mingyu’s cock for more cum.

“You’re so nasty, baby girl.” Mingyu moans, raising to suck on your nipples. He smirks when your pulsing pussy clamps down on him again.

“My dirty little slut. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He bites down on your nipple as he pumps his hips into your soaked cunt. You moan as his hot cum fills your greedy pussy, walls fluttering and urging him to spill more inside of you. Mingyu fucks it deeper into you until all you can do is whimper and mewl like the fucked out slut he turned you into.

After a few minutes, he relaxes back into the bed, pulling you down to lay on him. You close your eyes, completely sated and full. As you go to move, Mingyu holds you still before his cock can slip out of you.

“Stay where you are,” his voice is commanding. “Want to keep you plugged up.”

You shiver and relax against him. “Okay.”

Soon enough, your breathing evens out and you fall asleep. Mingyu places a gentle kiss on your hair, loving that you’ve fallen asleep with his cock and cum still inside you. He closes his eyes and squeezes you against him like he’s afraid you might disappear.

It took a long time to get here, but it was all worth it

From suggesting to his stepdad that you moving back home would be a good idea to making sure his mom did the same. That made it easier to listen in on the many calls you had with your friends and find out everything about your ideal man. It helped him mold himself into everything you wanted, which wasn’t too hard because Mingyu swears you were describing him.

Going into your room when you were out of the house also lets him know more about you. All of your interests and hobbies are there for him to learn and master. It also made it easier for him to get you gifts.

And finally, constantly borrowing your laptop to find out what type of porn you liked. It was all good stuff, things that he knew he was good at. Obviously, you liked to be degraded a little, but also worshipped. Mingyu licks his lips as he thinks about all the things he’s going to recreate with you. His cock throbs inside your warm pussy just thinking about it.

Everything is perfect, and Mingyu will do anything to keep it this way. He’ll continue to drive away any threats from your life because he’s the only one who can have you.

And if a day ever comes when you no longer want him, he’ll make sure no one else can have you either.