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A Fate Worse Than Death - Part 3

🕷️staring: Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

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His eyes snapped open as he heard someone entering his office in a quiet, almost silent manner. Their footfalls, delicate, almost imperceptible on the black flooring of his office. Due to his enhanced senses, he was able to hear the person way before he even saw them.

He turned around, his pupils glowing blazing crimson, his fangs barred, and his claws extended from his fingertips.

“Who the hell are you, and how the fuck did you get in here!?”

🕷️Summary:

Miguel O’Hara’s past comes back to haunt him when a mysterious stranger strolls into his office, carrying with them a profound misfortune that has the potential to ruin everything..

🟦tw/cw. Angst, unprotected sex, fingering, body worship, dirty talk, multiple reader orgasms, big dick Miguel, mutual orgasm, etc…

🕷️pet names: (hers) Mi amor (My love), Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling)

🟥rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🟦Word count: 5.2k

"I can't tell you any more than this..." he sighed, averting his gaze. "I left you for a reason, Y/N...

We cannot be together…"

Your heart plummeted at his words. You reached out, your hands trembling as they grasped his. "You can't possibly believe that...right?

Right?!"

Your voice quivered with fear and disbelief, desperately seeking reassurance.

He sighed, looking down at you with a heavy heart. "I wish I was," he admitted, his tone filled with sadness.

You were on the verge of tears once more. "W-Well..., I don't care," you spat out in frustration and determination. Your grip on his hand tightened, like you were afraid he would dissolve and disappear right then and there.

Miguel's heart warmed at your words. Despite everything, you were willing to fight for your relationship, for him…

However, he knew what was at stake, and he was aware of the horrors that could unfold if you stayed together. Miguel met your gaze, his jaw clenched.

"Well, I do care," he responded, your lips trembling as you cupped his cheeks in your hands, searching his eyes for what you hoped you wouldn't find.

Sincerity...

Miguel truly meant what he had said. He believed that you and he weren't meant to be.

"W-why? P-please, tell me why?" you pleaded through your tears. Miguel's eyes teared up as well, and he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

"I-I'm sorry... I can't tell you, Y/N."

You sobbed even harder, burying your face into his muscular chest that was covered in his holographic suit. A tear slid down Miguel's cheek as he felt the devastating impact of the prophecy tearing the two of you apart.

He gently cupped your chin with his fingers, lifting your tear-stained face to meet his gaze. Your complexion was completely flushed, your cheeks pink and glistening from your tears.

Even in this state, Miguel couldn't help but find you utterly breathtaking.

The more Miguel looked at you, the more his heart tugged, and the more he remembered...

When he left you and tried to fill the gaping hole in his heart that you had occupied, it proved utterly impossible.

He became a workaholic, throwing himself into the task of maintaining the stability and protection of the multiverse. It was a demanding and hectic job, filled with sporadic challenges, but even so, it just wasn't enough.

His loneliness, longing, sadness, and frustration at not having you by his side manifested as anger and fury.

He was always irritable, quick-tempered, and grumpy. The other Spider-people in the society probably couldn't stand him. He was nearly impossible to impress, hard to please. He blew up over the smallest of things and considered everything about his existence to be a living hell.

As before, his solution to his problems was isolation. He locked himself in his office, distancing himself from the other Spider-people and from destiny itself. In his office, he was forced to focus on one thing and one thing only: his job.

Day after day, he stood in the same spot, fixated on those damn screens. Sometimes, he would go for days without seeing the sun, without drinking water, without eating, even neglecting to inject himself with the serum that helped curb his blood cravings.

He might have gone mad if it weren't for Lyla. She was a constant presence, always reminding him of his vital tasks, urging him to take his injections, get lunch, and more. Sometimes he ignored her, but Lyla was persistent…

His trusted A.I. remembered you well. It wasn't easy for her to forget you, especially given Miguel's state of mind. She knew he missed you, and she understood that your absence was the root cause of his depression.

However, Lyla also bore witness to Miguel's discovery of the horrifying fate that seemed to await your relationship. As a hologram and purely logical technology, she could only analyze the situation from a rational standpoint.

Despite Miguel's emotions and pain, she believed that how he was handling it was, in some way, better than the alternative…

Right now, Miguel held you in his arms, his crimson eyes taking in every detail of your presence.

You were here with him, not on Earth-2099, and regardless of how much he believed he needed you gone to avoid the impending fate of your relationship, he couldn't help but miss you.

Every part of you...

Your smile, your laughter, your voice, the way you talked, even the small mannerisms that were oblivious to yourself but so familiar to Miguel.

He missed you so damn bad…

As he held you in his arms, feeling your feminine curves pressed against his muscular frame, the desire to express how much he loved you welled up within him. Despite everything, he wanted you to know that he would continue to love you endlessly, even though this might be your last time together...

You continued to weep in Miguel's arms, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from your trembling lips. He licked his own, aching to kiss you and make amends for all the hurt and pain he had caused you over the past seven years.

"May I?" Miguel whispered, his gaze fixed on your trembling, soft, and plush lips once more. His question surprised you, prompting you to open your eyes. But when you looked up at him, you saw something that left you shocked.

Miguel's eyes were brimming with love, devotion, and longing, the very sight you had hoped to witness when you first arrived on Earth-928.

It was the same look he used to give you...

After a long day of fighting crime, when you returned home to each other, or even as you drifted to sleep in each other's embrace, Miguel's crimson eyes always held that nostalgic look of pure love for you.

It was all you had ever wanted, needed, and desired for the past seven years. The sight of it made your heart flutter, and your breath quickened in response.

Miguel found your surprised expression to be absolutely beautiful and gorgeous. He brushed his thumb along your lips, tracing them with the pad of his finger, causing your breath to hitch.

Without a second thought, you nodded hastily, and Miguel didn't hesitate to press his lips against yours.

Your lips collided in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, bearing the weight of years' worth of pent-up longing. In that moment, the two of you realized just how long it had truly been since your separation, the burning urge to touch, taste, and feel each other overwhelming your senses.

Miguel kissed you eagerly as you reciprocated with the same fervor. His calloused hands moved down your body, caressing your thighs, hips, and ass in an effort to feel your every curve through his gloves. You moaned softly against his lips.

The kiss was becoming more heated as time went on. Miguel's powerful arms encircled you, effortlessly lifting your body off the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms settled around his neck, whilst his hands fell into place under your rear.

He'd forgotten how good it felt to hold you like this; you were practically weightless in his arms.

“Gosh, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

He mumbled amidst the passionate kiss, his voice raw with desperation, and it became evident just how much he had yearned for you – as much as you had yearned for him. Your heart fluttered at his heartfelt words, deeply moved by the sincerity of his emotions.

Miguel gave your ass a small squeeze whilst continuing to kiss you, his feet moving to the couch where he laid you gently upon the plush cushions. Your hair sprouted out under you whilst your back rested against the black, leather sofa. Miguel positioned himself over you, his knee gently pressing between your legs and his arms holding his body up as he continued to kiss your lips passionately.

He pulled away to marvel at you, the sight under him, breathtaking.

You gazed up at him, breathless, your chest heaving with desire. Your lips were puffy and reddened from the passionate kisses, and your cheeks still glistened from your previous tears. Your body was tightly hugged by your red and blue holographic spider suit, the one he had created specifically for you. The suit accentuated every alluring curve and feature that drove Miguel wild with desire.

Your mesmerizing breasts, alluring curves, mouthwatering thighs, and luscious ass.

He could only fantasize about these features of you for the past seven years. When his high, lust, and want for you become too much for him to bear, he'll jerk off to old images of you. It was never satisfying, but it did crave his need momentarily,

but now…

His crimson eyes darkened, his large, gloved hands feeling up and down your sides, squeezing the alluring flesh through your suit to make sure this wasn't a dream. He groaned when he heard the all too familiar moans that escaped your lips at his touch.

He smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. You responded eagerly, intoxicated by his lips that you had craved so much for so long.

"Miggy…" You whispered between kisses. "I want you…please." Your begs eliciting a growl from the depths of Miguel's chest. "As you wish, Cariño." He purred, kissing along your cheeks whilst his thick fingers slid up to your neck to locate the buttons to your suit.

Your breathing quickened once you heard the soft click against your neck. Your suit began to flicker and disintegrate from around you, revealing your nude being to Miguel.

Miguel's crimson eyes roamed frantically over your body, trying to take in as much as he could, savoring this beautiful sight in front of him. His suit was starting to become overwhelmingly tight, squeezing his hardened arousal. He bit his lip, running a hand along your bare stomach.

You shivered at his touch, looking up at your muscular and large lover. His tanned lips pulled into a smirk, his gloved hand moving along your body caressing your bare skin but avoiding your sensitive areas.

Miguel wanted to prolong this for as long as he could…

"Fuck, eres tan hermosa, bebé"

He tenderly kissed and sucked your neck, marking you as his. You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his huge backside, pulling him closer to you.

"M-Miggy…I-I want you to-"

"Patience, mi amor." He chuckled, pressing one final kiss to your neck before pulling away to meet your desirous and pleading gaze. You gave Miguel a pout which only caused his smile to deepen at how cute you were.

He cupped your cheek in his large hand, caressing it with his thumb. "I want to cherish you, bebé. Worship that gorgeous body of yours that I've missed for so long.” He said, his voice deep, husky, and incredibly seductive that it made the heat between your legs throb. He leaned in close, teasing you.

He kissed your forehead, then moved down to your nose, cheeks, along your jawline, and chin, finally reaching the corners of your lips. You moaned softly, relishing in the small pleasures Miguel was bringing to your body.

“Will you allow me to do that for you, mi amor?

Worship you?”

He whispered against your lips. Miguel’s crimson eyes stared down at your soft, puffy lips before meeting your gaze. He already knew your answer to his question, but he wanted to hear it from that pretty little mouth of yours.

You didn't have to ponder his question for long. The answer was right there on the tip of your tongue, like a word you had known for years. Your response was undeniable, and you were certain Miguel knew that too.

"Yes," you uttered, your voice filled with anticipation and desire for him. "Please, Miguel," you pleaded as he loomed above you.

Your words made Miguel’s cock painfully harden under his tight spider suit. He growled, smashing his lips upon yours once again. You moaned against his lips, your body craving him the more your fiery kiss prolonged.

Miguel groaned deeply, savoring the closeness between you. His lips devoured yours for what felt like an eternity, like an unbreakable spell had cast the two of you into a state of perpetual love, adoration, and desire for one another.

Miguel’s hands trailed down your figure whilst his lips continued to consume yours. When he finally came into contact with what he desired, he groped your bare chest in his large hand. His calloused palm completely enclosing your supple breast.

You gasped, pulling away from him, your eyes half-lidded, and your cheeks flushed. He smirked at your reaction, beginning to tease and roll your hardened nipple with his thumb.

Endless moans escaped your lips that made Miguel’s heart warm. He had longed to hear those sweet sounds from you for so long. It was like music to his ears, and he never wanted it to end.

Your body was filled with overwhelming bursts of pleasure, and it didn’t help that Miguel was looking so sexy over you.

Your core leaked with your juices at just the knowledge of every delectable feeling of bliss that spread through your body was caused by him. A burning desire to be filled by his huge cock overwhelmed your being, your thighs coated in your essence.

"You like that, mi amor?" He asked with a toothy grin, his sharp fangs peeking out from under his lip, his forefinger and thumb continuing to knead the nipples of your breasts. You whimpered and mewled uncontrollably under him, your body becoming so hot and needy.

"Yes, mmm, please, Miguel. I-I can't." You begged once again, bringing a smirk to Miguel's lips. Miguel leaned down releasing one of your nipples, to take it into his mouth, sucking gently, feeling the pebble harden further under his ministrations. He groaned softly, his cock twitching rampantly under his restrictive spider suit.

You moaned, running your fingers through his dark strands. He hummed, his eyes shut and relishing in your delicious touch and taste. His fangs grazing your hardened nipple made you gasp and a blissful sensation spread throughout your entire body.

Miguel was becoming more and more drunk off of you. His tanned cheeks hollowed as he slowly began to suck sharply and harder at your breasts. He took your chest into his large hands squeezing softly whilst licking, kissing, and occasionally nipping at each one.

Your entire body was overwhelmingly hot, your core dripping with your juices. Heavy breaths escaped your lips whilst you couldn't stop the many erotic sounds and noises that Miguel was pulling from your very being.

He continued to ravage your chest, placing one hand on your lower back, holding you steady. You were so blinded by the powerful sensations that you didn't feel your lover's large, gloved hand moving from your chest to slip lower down your body towards your heated desire, until his fingers found your throbbing bud.

A loud, sudden moan escaped your lips at his touch against your sensitive area. Miguel chuckled at your reaction. "Ah, such beautiful noises you are making for me, bebé." He cooed, pecking your lips and quickening his circular motion on your sensitive bud.

Your eyes fluttered, trembling slightly as the blinding and alluring pleasure took over your being. "M-Miggy…It feels s-so good." You moaned, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

He snickered, brushing a few strands of your hair behind your ears, his fingers never ceasing its pace on your swollen clit. You squirmed and moaned whilst Miguel brought you closer and closer to your sweet end.

"Do you wish for more, Cariño?" His voice, gravelly and rough, sending a tingly sensation straight to your throbbing core. You frantically nodded, your face flushed. "Y-yes, mmm. P-please give me more Miggy."

He didn't hesitate to give you what you desired, slipping a gloved, thick finger into your needy hole. You jolted against the leather cushions at the wonderful intrusion. You mewled loudly, his finger thrusting long and deep inside of you.

"Hmm…so tight bebé." He purred, his eyes taking in your disheveled hair, blissful and crimson cheeks, supple breasts, and glistening skin that was decorated with slowly growing love bites on your neck and chest.

He inserted another into your tight heat, his two digits pumping in and out of you. "You like this Cariño? My fingers stretching you out?" He huskily asked, his long fingers curling and reaching deep inside of your dripping cunt, hitting your G-spot repeatedly.

You couldn't respond only frantically nod, moans spilling rapidly from your lips. Miguel chuckled, kissing you deeply. With every thrust of your fingers, his palm pressed against your clit making you mewl. Your whimpers were muffled as Miguel continued to kiss you, loving the sounds you were making because of him.

The sensations started to be too much for you to bear; your body began to tremble horribly. The knots in your stomach were tightening; your breathing increased.

You were close, very close…

"M-Miggy…" You whimpered airly, pulling away from his lips. The words were so very nostalgic on your tongue; Miguel instantly knew what you meant. He grinned, positioning himself better over you, his fingers pounding roughly into you.

"Cum for me Muñeca; show me how much you've missed me."

His intense gaze, and sexy body hovering over you, along with his quickened thrusts inside of your dripping core made your pussy flutter around his digits.

Instantly you released, your orgasm intense and powerful. You moaned loudly, jerking against the cushion. Your vision became cloudy whilst the feeling of pure bliss and euphoria overwhelmed your senses. Miguel groaned, feeling your tight walls clamp around his thick fingers.

His crimson eyes peered up at you, a small smile dressing his lips to see your flushed cheeks and satisfied eyes staring back at him. He pulled his glistening fingers from your puffy pussy lips, bringing the two gloved digits to his mouth. He moaned softly, tasting your heavenly nectar on his tongue.

"Sweet and delicious…just like I remembered." Miguel uttered with a smirk, extracting his saliva coated fingers from his mouth. You bit your lip, your eyes trailing his muscular being that laid over you.

"Please Miguel. L-let me see you." You begged, running your palms along his toned biceps, broad shoulders, defined pecs and abs that were all covered by his sexy red and blue holographic suit.

He groaned, his eyes briefly closing, relishing in your touch. He took your palm in his large hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles that made your heart soar. "Of course, mi amor."

You bit your lip in anticipation, your eyes following his every move. He placed your hand softly against your stomach before moving to his white multiverse watch that adorned his left wrist. With a few swipes and digital clicks, his red and blue holographic suit began to disintegrate from his body, revealing his tanned, large, muscular being.

You were practically salivating at the wonderful sight before you…

Miguel's sculpted physique was a masterpiece of strength and sensuality, each muscle carved to perfection. Every sinewy limb exuded a graceful power, with veins beneath his taut skin tracing the contours of his body.

His bronzed skin seemed to emit warmth, tempting one to reach out and touch. Miguel's smoldering intensity in his eyes felt familiar and nostalgic, assuring you that the moments ahead would be worth the anticipation.

The broad expanse of his chest and shoulders exuded an unmistakable sense of robustness, while his well-defined abs created an irresistible path leading downwards to his remarkable and impressive length.

His enormous shaft was well-endowed and absolutely amazing. It was completely erect and hardened, his brown, reddish tip already dripping with precum.

It made you feel fortunate to be graced with such a sight before you. Miguel was a work of art, a blessing to your eyes that grew more captivating with each lingering gaze.

Miguel was filled with pride as he peered down at you, noticing your wandering eyes that lingered over him repeatedly. He bit his lip, relishing the attention you were bestowing upon him, which only fueled his desire even further.

He was ready for you, and wanted nothing more than to feel the tightness of your walls around his pulsating length.

You wet your lips, reaching out to feel his bare skin and muscles under your palms.

You’ve missed this feeling so much…

His muscles felt unyielding and sculpted beneath your fingers, and you could clearly sense the significant difference compared to the last time you touched him. His body had grown bigger, more substantial, impressively solid, and even more taut.

You could tell he had dedicated himself to working out extensively over the past seven years, and it sent tingles through your body, making your stomach flutter with longing.

Miguel shivered under your touch, his cock twitching. Miguel needed you. As your soft palms glided across his toned figure, his need for you grew increasingly overwhelming.

"Mmm bebé…I need you.” He groaned, peering down at you. “Are you ready for me, Cariño?" Miguel asked, his massive cock brushing against your stomach while he hovered over you. You gasped softly at the feeling, biting your lip and nodding. "Y-yes, Miggy…I'm ready." You uttered, meeting his crimson gaze with desperate eyes.

He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling.

"Spread your legs for me."

He whispered, making your heart skip a beat. You hastily obeyed, opening your legs for him. He groaned softly at the sight of your glistening pussy lips, completely soaked in your juices and eager for him.

He leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses along your stomach, pelvis before lastly, pressing a kiss upon your clit causing you to gasp. He smirked, looking up at you.

He took his massive cock into his hand, gliding his length along your slick folds and clit making you whine. He chuckled, a satisfied hum passing his lips as he continued to tease you. "M-Miggy, please." You begged, clenching the leather cushions in your palms. Miguel smiled at your eagerness and the mutual desire you both shared.

"Okay…" He grinned, halting his teasing. He bit his lip, pressing his tip to your soaken entrance. You moaned loudly when he began to push into your tight walls. You squirmed, breathing heavily as he filled you up completely.

Miguel was always big. His 10-inch cock being over the normal average and holding huge features in all aspects; every time you saw it, it always amazed you. Not only was he enormous, Miguel knew his way around the bedroom which always made your time spent together delightful and always satisfying.

But before, you've always been able to take him so well, but due to your long separation…

He was massive…

"M-Miggy, t-too big." You whimpered, your legs trembling around him. Miguel grunted. "Hmm, I know, mi amor. You'll get used to me.” He growled, halting his movements to allow you time to adjust.

"Let me know when you are ready." He breathed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nodded, feeling Miguel's huge cock stretch you out completely. You bit your lip, whimpering and moaning softly at the gradual expanding of your tight walls around his shaft.

Miguel felt you strain and clench around him causing him to faintly groan. His crimson eyes were trained on your face, hoping that after all this time that his huge length didn't bring you any discomfort. He had missed you immensely and would secretly be upset if you asked him to stop; so he felt an overwhelming sense of relief when you nodded, giving him the signal to continue. He smiled, beginning to move further into your tight cunt, stretching you more as he entered.

He gritted his teeth, his pearly white fangs bearing down on the other at his slow insertion. With eyes tightly closed, you moaned helplessly, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations of intense pleasure that consumed you.

Miguel's eyes remained fixed on you, carefully observing every expression that crossed your face as he began to move at a slow pace inside of you. Your eyes fluttered and rolled, his substantial size filling you completely with each rhythmic thrust, each one as potent as the first, stealing your breath away each time.

The sensation of continuous fullness felt like you were suspended in an eternal state of ecstasy, oblivious to the passage of time.

Miguel continued in his gentle movements inside you, even though his desire was to accelerate his pace; he was determined to wait until you were fully prepared for him.

"Hmm, talk to me, bebé. How does it feel?" Breathlessly, he asked, his hips maintaining their slow and steady rhythm inside you. You moaned softly, struggling to find your words whilst Miguel's impressive size continued to drive you into a state of blissful ecstasy.

"G-good, s-so good," you slurred. Thankfully, your words were intelligible enough for Miguel to understand, and he smiled. "Mmm, do you want more, Cariño?"

You looked up at Miguel, his crimson eyes practically pleading for your affirmation.

That look meant the world to you…

Delicately, you caressed his cheek with your thumb and nodded, whispering, "Y-yes...I want more, Miggy."

Miguel smirked, his fangs protruding from his lips, his eyes growing even redder. "Let me know if it becomes too much," he gruffly said, placing his large hands on either side of your head, burying his face into your neck.

"Are you ready, mi amor?"

You tightly wrapped your arms around his muscular backside. "Y-yes," you responded, your voice trembling with desire. Miguel groaned and then began moving his hips more urgently, his thrusts becoming rougher, faster, and deeper.

You moaned loudly, your eyes fluttering as Miguel gave you his all, wanting you to feel how much he had missed you, how much he desired this moment. He kissed your neck passionately. "Hmm... you feel so fucking good, Cariño," he groaned against your neck, his powerful thrusts never ceasing.

Your stomach was rapidly tightening, every powerful thrust bringing you closer to the brink of ecstasy. You were a moaning, quivering mess, your mind reduced to a pleasurable haze whilst Miguel's impressive length expertly fulfilled your desires in every possible way.

You had longed for this moment, yearning for Miguel so intensely during the years of separation. The passion between you two had always been scorching and profoundly satisfying.

Over the seven years apart, you could only revisit those memories in your head when the need for release overwhelmed you. Masturbation and the use of toys had been your solace, temporarily soothing the ache for Miguel that never truly went away.

Now, after all this time, you were absolutely certain that your memories couldn't do justice to the incredible reality before you.

"M-Miguel!" You cried out, his cock driving deep inside you with every powerful thrust. "Fuck, mi amor." Miguel's deep, primal growl resonated against your skin, his biceps flexing and his arm muscles bulging as he pounded into you with all his strength. The room reverberated with the explicit sounds of your skin slapping together, a symphony of unbridled passion and desire.

You clung to Miguel like he were your lifeline, a grounding force in this overwhelmingly pleasurable moment. Your toes curled, and your body quivered whilst Miguel relentlessly pistoned his hips into your dripping core.

You dug your nails into Miguel's back, drawing blood and moaning loudly, while he groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. In a matter of seconds, his deep cuts on his back were miraculously healed. Miguel panted, pulling away from your neck to meet your eyes.

"Tell me, Y/N, how much did you miss this?" he growled, his hips never ceasing their passionate assault.

"Is this what you fantasize about at night?" Miguel's voice, husky and commanding, oozed with irresistible allure. "My cock pleasing you just the way you like it, knowing no one else can satisfy you like I can?"

You frantically nodding, the leather couch audibly moving against the black flooring of Miguel's office with the two of your erotic movements.

"I want to hear you, bebé," he groaned, his hands firmly gripping your hips. "I want to know what you imagine when you pleasure yourself."

Your lips trembled, your chest heaving, trying to balance the overwhelming pleasure with coherent thought. "Y-yes, I-I think of you, Miggy," you slurred, moaning, clinging to his back tightly. "I-I imagine your cock every s-single night, Miguel."

Miguel growled from deep in his throat, slamming his lips onto yours once more. He continued to move his hips into you, his cock burrowing deep into your inner walls. "Cariño, I don't think you know how much power you have over me," he purred against your lips. You let out a passionate whimper, the sound being swallowed by Miguel's mouth while he continued to kiss and thrust into you.

Waves of unbearable tingles continuously spread through your body, while your stomach burned terribly, pleading for release. "M-Miggy, I-I'm close," you whimpered. Miguel gently pecked your lips before pulling away. He took your hands in his large ones, entwining your fingers, his thumbs caressing the knuckles.

"Hmm, I want your eyes on me, mi amor."

He huskily demanded, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. You obediently nodded, maintaining your gaze on him. He smiled before resuming his rhythmic thrusts with exquisite precision.

Even after all these years, Miguel knew your desires intimately, understanding you inside and out. It didn't take long for him to rediscover that sweet spot and stimulate it relentlessly. He smirked, savoring the sound of your escalating moans, his hips colliding with yours, and propelling you towards the pinnacle of pleasure.

You clenched his hands tightly, your eyes locked onto his with unwavering intensity. Your body trembled uncontrollably, allowing the pent-up pleasure to erupt from you like a bursting dam.

"M-Miguel, I'm cumming!" you exclaimed loudly, your voice filled with ecstasy.

"Cum for me, baby, and keep your eyes on me. Don't look away,"

He seductively whispered, maintaining his quickened pace inside of you. You obeyed his command, keeping your gaze firmly fixed on him whilst your orgasm overtook you. You moaned loudly, your body convulsing, squeezing his hands tightly.

Miguel groaned in response, feeling your walls grip him intensely. He thrusted deeply into you one final time before pulling out, releasing onto your stomach. His white, sticky release shot from his tip and settled on your belly, coating your skin in his essence. Miguel, thickly swallowing, panted heavily, slowly coming down from his intense high.

He released your hands and cupped your face in his large palm. "Amazing, mi amor. You did wonderful," he praised, pressing gentle kisses on your forehead, his affection evident in his tender touch.

"T-Thank you Miggy." You smiled lovingly up at him, and he responded by kissing your lips deeply, savoring the sweet moment. When he finally pulled away, a mischievous smirk played on his lips, eliciting a giggle from you. "What is it?" you asked, your grin mirroring his.

"Are you up for round two? I'm just getting started with you, Cariño," he chuckled, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers as he hovered over you. His eyes locked onto your face. You smiled and nodded in response.

"Okay... let's go again…”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed part 3!

The next part will be the finale. Thank you everyone for the love and support that you've showed this story. 💙❤️💙❤️

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arya-skywalker · 2 months ago

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The Miracle Worker (Arcane fanfic)

Summary: [Season 2 Act 2 Spoilers!]

Desperate, Salo seeks out the mystery miracle worker in the Undercity. Nothing could have prepared him for the outcome and his new life.

Notes: When Lest mentioned the miracle worker to Salo, I wanted to see how that interaction played out. The show skipped over it, so I’m filling in the gaps. Even if Viktor believes he’s doing good, his “healing” gives weird vibes.

TWs: cults, Salo is classist and ableist until his personality gets rewritten by forces outside human comprehension, mental influence / hive-mind, mild body horror, magically healed disability

AO3 link

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“You will take me to this… miracle worker. I will pay you double… no, triple your usual rate,” Salo said, head held high. The very thought of going to the Undercity made his skin crawl, but this wasn’t working. He needed something more.

“If you insist,” Lest said with a shrug. “You might want a disguise. Zaunites aren’t fond of Topsiders.”

Salo frowned. “It’s clear they hate us. The feeling’s mutual. What kind of… disguise did you have in mind?”

Lest looked back at him. “If you hate them so much, why bother?”

“I hate this more,” Salo retorted, gesturing to his useless legs. “The disguise?”

Lest threw him a mottled cloak that looked as if it hadn’t been washed in months. Salo barely managed not to gag, putting as much distance between it and his face as physically possible.

“You don’t want them to recognize you, wear something you’d never usually touch,” Lest said. “Hide your face. Besides, you said everyone averts their gaze when you roll by. Maybe no one will notice you anyway.”

She was right, but he wouldn’t admit it aloud. Salo scoffed and tossed her a coin pouch. Reluctantly he maneuvered himself to put on the repulsive cloak and let her take him to the Undercity.

It was just as he feared, perhaps even worse. Disgusting. Rotten. Decrepit. Beggars and thieves crowded the streets. Revolting creatures covered in filth. The air was thick with a foul stench. His stomach turned. Somehow no one attacked them. The disguise must have worked.

Then, there was light. A camp unlike any he had ever seen. Strange geometric archways with stained glass. Verdant gardens that nearly rivaled those above. The aroma of flowers filled the air. Laughter danced upon the breeze.

“Here is where I will leave you,” Lest said, stopping his chair.

Salo whirled on her, panic gripping his chest. “Don’t you dare abandon me down here!” he hissed.

Lest was infuriatingly not intimidated, looking down at him coolly. “I got you here. That was the deal. Your miracle worker is inside those gates.” Her ears twitched as she nodded towards the entrance. “Go on.”

A man with iridescent markings on his skin approached, wearing simple white robes. “Welcome. The Herald awaits. He heals all our ills.”

Salo sputtered, looking between them. This was not in his plan! But it was too late to turn back now; he was so close to a cure. He took a breath and smoothed his expression, sitting up straighter. “Lead me to this Herald of yours,” he said.

“Of course,” the man said, bowing. Then he took a step closer, reaching for the handles of the wheelchair. “Would you like me to—“

“I can manage myself.” Salo pressed the button to move his chair forward. Having one of them breathing down his neck would not do. He didn’t look back. Doubtless Lest would be gone already.

The man nodded and led the way, pointing out a few landmarks. The market, the forge, the greenhouse, the well. Salo barely listened, wanting to get it over with already.

The people seemed happy and at peace, going about their day as if everything was normal. Everyone had the same type of marking, on different parts of their bodies. The same unnatural eye color too.

“All here work in harmony for the betterment of all, doing their part to bring the Herald’s vision to life,” the man explained. “We all bring our skills to the table, even skills we were unaware of.”

“How quaint.” Salo rolled his eyes. He had no intention of working for anything. “Does everyone stay after their healing?”

The man shrugged. “Everyone has chosen to thus far. We have all we could ever want here. But we do not force anyone against their will.”

Soon they arrived at the golden orb-like structure. A church of some sort, perhaps, or a strange palace. Either way, it was clearly where the leader resided.

A man wearing blue robes walked out with the aid of a staff. His markings were similar to the rest of the commune, but a darker purple and covering nearly all visible parts of his body. His eyes shifted between pale colors. He had an aura of power about him. Doubtless this was the Herald.

“Councilor Salo,” the Herald said, stopping a few feet in front of him. “Or… not councilor anymore, I suppose. How desperate you must be to come here. You have changed since last we met.”

Salo tensed, glaring at the so-called miracle worker. “You mock me.”

“Mock?” The Herald tilted his head to the side. “No, I only state facts. You were a councilor, now you are not. Do you remember me? Or was I so far beneath your notice?”

Salo stared at him. Of course he would have remembered someone with such unique features. He’d never seen anything like it before coming here.

Except… that voice. There was a distorted echo to it, but it held remnants of an accent. An accent that was often raised in contempt of the council. And the face without the strange markings was… familiar.

The pieces fell into place. Salo’s eyes widened. “You were the Golden Boy’s assistant.” Salo found himself gaping and stopped. “But how? You were…” Nothing. No one. How had he risen so far in such a short time? It was inconceivable.

“Partner, not assistant,” the Herald corrected, then shook his head. “Not that it matters anymore. You would not understand. Hextech was beyond you, and this is beyond even Hextech. The Arcane has chosen me, and I have chosen to use such powers to heal.”

The Herald’s gaze went distant for a moment before refocusing on him. “But yes, you do remember. I remember, too, that you always hated the Undercity. My people. The attack fueled the fire to rage. But now… you have used Shimmer, and you are here.”

The longer he spoke, the more Salo’s surprise turned to impatience. He had rambled long enough. “Are you going to heal me or not?” Salo snapped.

“I will heal any who ask. I no longer hold grudges.” The Herald reached out a hand, which started to glow.

His touch burned hotter than any flame. The glow was blinding.

Salo wanted to scream as his legs were torn apart and rebuilt, every fiber of his being crying out. But not a sound escaped his lips.

Then an overwhelming calm washed over him. Bliss more than anything he had ever experienced. Peace. Tranquility. The Herald’s touch melted away every sorrow and fear, every imperfection whether physical or emotional.

Salo blinked and looked down to see his legs, reformed into a brilliant masterpiece, shimmering in the light. His clothes too had been transfigured into pure white garments.

“Stand and walk,” the Herald said. “Run, if you wish. It is a feeling unlike any other. When you are ready, you will know what to do. Welcome to your new life.”

Salo had never felt such joy as when he took that first step, laughing in pure elation. He was a new man, the best possible version of himself. All the riches of Piltover paled in comparison to the Herald’s vision. What could be better than working in harmony to bring about a perfect society? Free from pain, from suffering, from his own vanity. His eyes were open, his body and soul healed. He would gladly devote his life to the cause.

#aryaskywalker writes #arcane spoilers #arcane season 2 #arcane fanfic #arcane league of legends #salo arcane #viktor arcane #lest arcane

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exiled-eyes · 2 years ago

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“I heard you thrashing around last night. Nightmares? Is that why you’re so tired?”

TW: Body Horror

Bowen. A familiar face which used to instill both fear and admiration, now plagues Cecco late in the night. The features of the deceased Captain, aglow from nearby candles whose flames licked at his face. To stand by his side once more, shoulders pulled back, and a wicked smirk upon the quartermasters lips. The sight before them, Neverland, set ablaze. Screams ringing out in to the night. Howls of pain mingling with the sound of The Righteous Harpy's crew laughing and celebrating. Leather boots lift Cecco unto the gunwale as a figure begins to run towards the shore. Familiar, melting away with each step they take.

The feral pride that had been within Cecco's chest, was swept away. Replaced by a heavy drop that hollowed their very core. It was Charlie. Screaming for help upon the shores. Whenever Cecco tried to move, to jump in to the waters to go and save their friend, Bowen placed a hand upon their shoulder. Firmly holding them in place. Another figure upon the shore, screaming out for Cecco. Wendy. Her screams pierced the pirate's chest. Joints stiff in horror. A burning sensation settles on Cecco's shoulder, a soft, friendly voice greeting them. "Let them go." Anna's words were chilling. Yet, when they turn to gaze upon her, they are met with the horrendous sight of her bare jaw in the breeze, flames still dancing upon her skin as it boils and bubbles. Tawny hues turn back to the shore, and the two are gone. Singed clothing and ash in the wind as Peter Pan hovers above the shore. A grin upon his features.

Rough digits grazed over cracked knuckles. These nightmares had grown so vivid over the last few nights. Days felt like months, and sleep was becoming a horror all its own. Cecco had started to become elusive to the sandman's grip, fighting off drowsiness until it laid claim to them, forcing their eyes shut when they could no longer fight, and then it started all over. Fire, screaming, pain, guilt. It all wracked their mind mercilessly. Such familiar sounds, similar fates all awaiting the inhabitants of the island, at the hands of a dead man no less. Turning their attention towards Anna, Cecco offered her a weak half-smile. "Disturbed your beauty sleep did I? We both know how badly you need that."

A shallow laugh escaped from chapped lips as Cecco averted their gaze, focusing on the cup between their palms. Lying to Anna never seemed to end well, but to look at her was proving to be harder than they had expected. Skin melting away lingered on her visage. A sight they truly wished to never see. "It's this anger. This island, that boy. It's taking a toll, is all."

#memories of the past burn bright { anna }#answered #asks #(hi- i'm very rusty writing for this idiot)#(spare me mercy)#tw body horror

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serpents-hollow · 3 years ago

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@lapismuses / nebula & verglas .

the crackle of flames bursting and the heavy impact of a heated blow stir dormant emotions, those he promised not to take to the battlefield anymore. it’s been a awhile since he last saw verglas take such a heavy blow, and to make matters worse, the literal heat of battle has left unsightly burns behind, as if to add insult to injury. bruises bring out a whole new shade of blue on verglas, a sight he once would have laughed at. countless times has he been told to remain docile even by fighting standards, always “ you just have to capture them ” and “ go easy, the law will deliver justice ”. indescribably frustrating for someone as capable as him, but for the sake of his partner, he would entertain these rules.

just this once, he hopes an exception will be made. attention turns from the unsightly hero, and instead fixates on the target as his body begins to melt away. fire blasts as the gooey mass rapidly slinks forwards, with no regard to its own safety even as the heat approaches melting point. it lurches forwards, coating the shoes and ground beneath its hotheaded victim. what comes next is the vicious torture of long, thin spikes with enough bursting force to pierce straight through the body ; vitals are spared only for the sake of keeping them alive as long as possible, save for the occasional slip through the lung or intestines. should he puncture them tenfold ? . . . no . . . twentyfold would be more appropriate. instant death is only delivered upon hearing the gratifying screeches that bring about nostalgic memories, lasting far too long for the comfort of others. it would have been nice not to put them out of their misery at all, but knowing verglas is watching, he forcibly restrains himself. he is, and always will be, so much better at this.

blood slides off his form like a slick raincoat, trailing along after dumping the hole-riddled body to go and take a look at his injured partner. form makes a smooth transition towards something more approachable, mindful of just how terrifying he probably looks otherwise. verglas likes humans, doesn’t he ? figure looms over them to speak in hushed tones,

❝ i hope the way he sang makes you feel a little bit better. here, ❞

position shifts from a crouch to a sit, and hands reach out to pull the icy hero up against him, unaware of the danger posed by moving a body with back injuries. hopefully the beating wasn’t that severe.

❝ do you want some water ? what about your ice pack ? should i call an ambulance ? ❞

#━━ ✰ avert your gaze. ┊ ⌜ body horror tw. ⌟#━━ ✰ avert your gaze. ┊ ⌜ murder tw. ⌟#━━ ✰ avert your gaze. ┊ ⌜ gore tw. ⌟#━━ ✰ avert your gaze. ┊ ⌜ blood tw. ⌟#━━ ✰ the void stares back. ┊ ⌜ nebula. ⌟#━━ ✰ a thin line between dark and light. ┊ ⌜ lapismuses / verglas. ⌟#lapismuses #me counting all the tws : hmm nebula might be a little unhinged .

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beetleskeleton · 3 years ago

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I had a thought, and now it won’t leave. You know how you can use some of Leshy’s items in Act 3 right? Well, I was thinking that maybe when P03’s partner is about to use the pliers during a fight, P03 practically launches himself across the table just to grab their hand and prevent them from using them. It’s also been months since I last did a reverse comfort fic for P03 so, I might as well. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a good rest of your day/night!

TW: Mentions of s/h, PTSD, and a terrified P03.

As you moved your hologramed character from one area to the next in Botopia, you awaited which fight you would face next. You had managed to get some of Leshy’s items earlier by wandering around the factory and completing a few puzzles. You wondered how P03, your partner, would feel about you sacrificing your teeth again.

You knew that he hated it's time as a stoat, so you weren’t expecting for it to be all too thrilled about seeing you sacrifice parts of your body once more. You suspected that he would be aggressively worried, as it usually was whenever you hurt yourself. The screen suddenly flashed red as you approached a skull shaped hologram, indicating that a fight was about to begin.

You look up at P03 as the scale hovered down and out of the corner of your eye, you saw the recently applied pliers. After taking a glance at the four cards that lay in your hand and the two broken bots that lay on the board, you grab the pliers. You were just about to bring it to one of your teeth before you saw a blur of movement on the other side of the table.

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As P03 projected the map of Botopia, he sat there anxiously. He had noticed that its partner had gotten a hold of the pliers. He thought it had sealed it well in the depths of the factory, apparently not if they got their tiny beast hands onto it. The screen flashed red as they approached another fight, making P03 more and more nervous.

‘Please don’t use the pliers. Please don’t use the pliers.’ P03 thought to himself as it set up the battle. They looked up at him as the scale floated down and after glancing at their deck and the two broken bot cards P03 had placed, they reached for the pliers.

P03 suddenly couldn’t think clearly, all he could imagine and see is itself as a stoat card, gazing up at them as they’re about to remove a tooth from their mouth. He stared at them, wide-eyed with horror as it laid there, powerless to stop them from hurting themselves.

“NO!”

P03 cried out as he felt itself lunge forward trying to grab their hand. Suddenly he felt something soft and warm was in its claw, it saw that it was back inside the factory, not Leshy’s cabin. His lover’s wrist was in its claw as it realized it was almost on the other side of the table.

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“NO!”

You heard P03 cry out as it suddenly grabbed your wrist and jerked it away from your mouth before you managed to pull out a tooth. You stare at him, wide-eyed with shock, you hadn’t anticipated for it to react this strongly, it never seemed like it would.

As you could feel P03 shaking through his grip on your wrist, you felt your heart break. P03 shakily let go of your wrist and repositioned himself on the other side of the table, “Just- try…something else.” He said, averting its gaze away from you. Setting the pliers back down onto the table, you still stared at him, unable to speak.

You felt awful, the thought that the one you loved had been shaken up badly because of your actions made your eyes come to tears. You set your cards back on top of your deck before standing, then walking around to his side of the table.

“Wh-What are you doing?” P03 said as you approached, probably trying to get you away. You simply continued forward until you were in front of P03, your eyes brimmed with hot tears. “Seriously! What are-” You cut him off as you pulled it into a hug, it’s head against your chest.

P03 didn’t say anything, it just slowly but surely melted into your sudden embrace. You gently rubbed his back, being sure to dodge any wires. After a while of silence, you thought you could hear what seemed like a quiet sob escaping P03 as he nuzzled itself further into your chest.

“Love? What’s wrong?” You ask softly. You were expecting him to aggressively yet worriedly tell you off, but it didn’t happen. He didn’t respond for a minute, and just as you were about to ask again, it suddenly spoke.

“I- I was worried that you were…really going to do it. And I was t-too powerless to prevent you from getting hurt again.” P03 whimpered, “I don’t want that to happen to you, not again.” You quietly reassured him as you felt your heart break a little more, “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

P03 suddenly looked up at you, his eyes pleading with worry, “Promise me you won’t do that again. Please.” You blinked before softly speaking, “I promise.” P03 didn’t say anything, he simply nodded and placed its monitor onto your chest. His shaking had started to ease away as you continued to hold it there, with your warmth and comfort soothing its worries.

#inscryption #inscryption p03 #p03 #p03 x reader #p03 my beloved

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s-sugumin · 3 years ago

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“Dangerous Grounds”

// i’m a whore for anything mafia or yakuza related so this is just gonna exist bc of it. there will be one for Bokuto, Daichi, and Osamu as well. no nsfw or suggestive content yet bc i kinda wanna build this up for myself- so this is really shit.

// cw/tw: choking(?), cursing/swears, faint mentions of injuries, reader being tied up/handcuffed, blindfolds

// Fujoshis & Fem-Aligned DNI, or you will be blocked.

// Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou

// Reader: Agent Male!reader, he/him

》 Kuroo Tetsurou

The sound of footsteps made your body tensed from your position on the cold cement floor. Only slowly hearing it get closer to the room you were in made your heart beat faster, then a door was heard opening. The click of the door knob signaled someone has entered.

“You look so delightful on the floor, Agent.” Kuroo cooed. “Just like... a little ol’mouse. Helpless. Pathetic. Paralyzed under a cat’s gaze.” A small laugh erupted from his chest before he stalked closer to you, before just kneeling down to meet you closer. Only feeling his gaze made you uncomfortable, being unable to see him was unnerving. It made you start to shift in the handcuffs that were tightly secured around your wrist, the rough rope around your ankles rubbing more into your sore skin.

“Ah ahhh- Keep moving like that you’d reopen those fatal wounds from yesterday.” Seeing you struggle just a little longer before giving up out of tiredness made a smile creep on his face. “Good boy.”

“...what the fuck do you want now..” You spat. “Ohhh~ What a sharp tongue all of sudden- I just wanted to talk to my new plaything. Can I not do that?” He playfully said with an offended tone, the reply only made your teeth grit. “Plaything-? I’m not an object, you fucking sicko. You selfless little-”

Kuroo had interrupted you with a hand over your throat threateningly, feeling nothing but a cold smooth texture of his gloves accompanied with a deathly grip. It all made you gag. Wheezing lightly as your lungs had less room to breath in more oxygen than just a moment before. “You better watch what you say. This isn’t your turf. You step in my territory. My grounds. Its lucky that a cop, or any authority like you is alive right now.” The grip of his hand tightened mid-talking before he shortly let go. Seeing you gasp for air. Then coughing roughly. The sight beating of your chest as you tried to gain composure from the action made Kuroo feel something but he had quickly brushed it away.

Busy on focusing on getting oxygen back through your body he had slipped off the blindfold you wore. His amber eyes meeting yours.

His mind began to wander. The sight of you being tied up and on the floor, body scuffed and roughed down like a diamond. Excited him. But the fear in your eyes, the way you looked at him with a shaken gaze pumped adrenaline in him. To you, his eyes held something you couldn’t read. You couldn’t think of anything that could match what you were seeing because all you felt was nothing but horror. You finally realized where you were and you were with.

Kuroo’s small smile grew a little seeing you avert your gaze, “I see you finally understand by the looks of it. What a good boy you are, I can’t wait~”

“W-wait... Wait for what-?” The stutter made you cuss mentally to yourself, though you can’t help but feel heat raise up your neck and face by the name.

“You’ll know soon enough, Y/N.”

#s-sugumin #s-sugu.thirsts #hq x male reader #kuroo tetsurou x male reader #kuroo x male reader #hq oneshots #hq drabble #this lowkey just kinda shows what im into #fucking help me—#AGSHSH

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loveofafangirl · 4 years ago

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The Right Thing

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: As Zemo is sneaking away from his abode in Latvia in search of freedom, he is pulled back when he notices the fight in his home above has become dangerous for those in the streets. *Fluff:Comfort/Care*

Word Count: <1,500

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Zemo. I don’t know what happened but he is living (and dancing) in my head rent-free so I hope you enjoy this little fic. I typically write third person; second person/reader is not really my area of comfort, so please excuse any mistakes. Not betad. A/N2: This reader becomes “Reader A” on my masterlist. Most fics can be read as this reader with their relationship with Zemo developing (even though they are all mostly one shots)

TW: non-graphic mentions of blood and injuries

He averted his gaze, pulling the collar of his coat up, attempting to blend in with the crowd forming in the street as he slipped out of his Latvian home. He could hear the clash of Vibranium echoing on the floor above. Children gathered in the street below, looking up curiously at the unusual sounds. He wanted to warn them. He knew the threats of fallout that followed from being too near those so-called heroes better than anyone. However, he feared the delay would cost him his freedom and what he must do. He quickened his pace away from them.

The shattering of a large window sounded behind him as the building took a beating from those fighting. He turned at the noise, too late to do anything more than observe the shards of colorful glass rain down on those below.

He watched in horror as the debris struck a few people. You caught his attention when you protected a young boy, which caused you to suffer the most. He admired your resolve. You did what he wasn’t strong enough to do. He turned back the way he was heading, trying to forget the damage he saw.

You were curious about the cacophony of sounds coming from the building. You had heard that some of the Avengers were in town. You had secretly hoped to catch a glimpse of them. Not because you were a fan, more because you wanted to see them—to size them up. You had always been a good judge of character, and you wanted to determine for yourself whether they were essentially good or not; although, you already knew the world was far grayer than most people gave it credit.

The noise above grew louder, and you could tell a battle was ensuing. You watched the number of people growing beside you, more specifically, the number of children enchanted by the unusual sounds. For a moment, fear flashes on your face, remembering Sokovia and the damage left in the wake of the last Avengers fight in the area.

Before you have time to warn them, screams fill the air as glass and bricks begin to fall. You turn quickly, covering a small boy standing beside you, shielding him from the brunt of the crumbling debris. You cry as the glass pierces your skin; you feel blood begin to drip from some of the larger wounds.

“Are you okay?” You ask the boy whose body trembles in your arms.

He nods, his lips quivering. He runs off down the street, following the crowd away from the scene without a word to you.

You drag yourself away, too, hoping to find a quiet spot to nurse your injuries. You’re grateful they’re not worse since you can’t afford to go to the doctor. You turn a corner and sit on an old crate in the quiet alleyway.

You peel off your shirt and turn to pull the first piece of glass from your back. You cry at the pain but continue on, gritting your teeth.

“Let me?” His voice was soft as he held his hands out in front of him, gesturing toward your wounds.

Weary of the new stranger, you pull back defensively.

“Please.” He remained where he stood, not moving on you, giving you space. “I can help. You saved that child. Let me help you now. You won’t be able to reach them all on your own.”

Reluctantly, you nod, allowing him closer.

He slowly moves beside you, keeping his hands up, showing you he meant you no harm.

His touch is softer than you imagined. You don’t even feel his careful fingers removing the glass. Eventually, you work up the nerve to ask, “Are you a doctor?”

“No,” he replies simply and continues his work. “Unfortunately, I have seen more destruction and loss than I would like.”

You sit in silence until he is done. He takes a minute to carefully inspect you, making sure to have removed all of the pieces to prevent infection.

He wipes the soft fabric of his trench coat over your skin, collecting the blood that had spilled.

His movements were so tender and warm that you can’t help but relax at his touch. The pain in your back seems to disappear under his care.

“There. All better.”

“Thank you, truly.”

His lip curls up in the corner. “You were a hero today. Many only delude themselves to be that. Few actually prove themselves to be so on occasion.”

You search his face for more. There is pain there that cut deeper than any shard of glass could. The two of you shift closer. There’s something in his eyes that lets you know his thoughts had drifted away from you. You know that look‚ the look of loss—of longing. It was all too common in the recent months and years.

Before you can step back and thank him once more, his lips brush over yours, slowly. It feels like a dream, and for a moment, you’re afraid to breathe, as it feels like the wind whispering quietly on your lips. His eyes seem brighter at that moment like something had changed. As you decide to give yourself over to it, he pulls away, startled.

“My apologies.” His tone is honest as he steps back. He almost sounds surprised that it had happened.

“It’s okay.” You aren’t in the habit of letting random men kiss you and get away with it, but there was something genuine about him. Your eyes widen, truly focusing on the man in front of you for the first time. His brown eyes are warm and kind. You could tell he had been through a lot, but he had still taken the time to assist you. “It wasn’t you. Well, at least not completely you. It’s been a long time since someone was that…tender to me.” You swallow hard at your confession, unsure of why you had told this stranger that. “Most men want more. Demand it when it is refused.”

His eyes fill with what you think is concern, but he’s hard to read. You wonder if you’re fooling yourself, and it’s a look of pity that you’re trying to rewrite.

He looks around nervously as people rush past the entrance of the alleyway. “I should be going.”

Filled with courage you didn’t know you had, you take a step forward and brush a kiss on his cheek. Your fingers linger on him. “Thank you again.”

“My pleasure.”

His smile, as he begins to move away, left you wanting more—needing to better understand him. You watch him walk toward the busy street. “Wait.”

He turns toward you, his head tilted to the side, waiting for you to continue.

“Why did you help me?”

“It was the right thing to do.” He stated plainly.

You nod thoughtfully. Not many people would have helped you like that without wanting more. Not many people know what the right thing is anymore. You’re not even sure you know all the time. “Can I ask you something else?”

He looks around again as if waiting for someone to find him. He offers a curt nod.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you need a place to lay low for a day?”

His head tilts further to the side, “why would you ask that?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. I guess, you just look like a man who’s running.”

“How very astute of you.” He marches closer again, studying your face more carefully now.

“You can stay with me...just for the night,” you clarify quickly.

“You don’t know me. Why would you make such an offer?”

“It’s the right thing to do." You look down, bashful for a moment, before continuing. "Plus, you helped me; I owe you a debt.” Both were partly the truth, but the third reason you couldn’t bring yourself to admit to him was that you weren’t ready to let him go.

He considers your offer, as he proceeds to attempt to understand you. "One night."

"One night," you agree. You reach for your shirt, attempting to shake out the remaining bits of glass and put it back over you.

"Here." He stops you, pulling his lavish coat off his shoulders, and wraps it around you in one fluid motion.

The gesture catches you off guard, and you let a little noise of surprise slip from your lips.

He doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he isn’t smug about it. He buttons the coat closed, shielding your body from the outside world. Stepping to the side, he extends his arm, a gentle smile on his lips. "After you."

You're not really sure what you're doing or why you made the offer you did, but you do know that for the first time in a long time, there's a smile on your face that you can't seem to wipe away. You touch your fingers to your lips, still mesmerized by the delicate kiss. You step forward, ready for whatever the future has for you. "Follow me."

[Next Part: A Promise]

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amysteriousmessenger · 4 years ago

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‘Love Bites’ Vampire!Saeran Choi Drabbles

Hello! This is one of my slightly belated pieces for @mysme-rbb, which I worked on with the very, very talented and sweet @amagicalduckling <3 Their art is so beautiful and I’m honoured to have been paired with them for some Saeran pieces! Please check out @amagicalduckling for more of their beautiful artwork, they are criminally underrated!! Tw: mentions of blood, biting, vampirism, rough kissing Will be under the cut after Ray!

Vampire! Ray Drabble

Ray was melancholic by nature, you knew that, but you’d never had been able to guess why it if hadn’t been for that fateful night in the garden. He always did such a good job of hiding his fangs from you and brushing his hair over his ears so you couldn’t see their slightly pointed tips. He always kept his distance as best as he could, never coming too close into your personal space. You’d assumed it was out of respect and the nervousness of overstepping the boundaries, this idea was always aided by the fact that he usually looked a little bit strained whenever he was in your company.

The way you came to find out about Ray was because you had foolishly pricked your finger on a rose that he had been trying to show you outside. With the beautiful arrangements only being illuminated by moonlight, it had been difficult to see what you were doing, and you’d placed your finger directly onto the little spike and yelped in pain. As soon as you had pulled your hand back, to indicate what had caused you to cry out, Ray had immediately brought his own hand up to his mouth and feverishly covered it. You were confused and thought that perhaps Ray was sensitive to the sight of blood, but it was when he turned to run from you that you saw the white, iridescent fangs peering from behind his lips. You saw them, and he knew that you had. Ray ran at top speed away from you, leaving you with the drop of the blood slowly dripping down the side of your finger.

You felt a little lightheaded from the sight and had to stumble your way over to the bench, a… vampire? Surely, such things like that didn’t exist. They weren’t real. They were myths. Folklore. Children’s horror stories to tell before bed. And yet, as you considered Ray, really thought about him, you realised how quickly it all added up. He was so pale, sickly looking even at the best of times. You’d thought that the prominent blue veins on his neck and wrists was a result of his pasty complexion, but that was clearly not the truth of the matter. It also occurred to you that you never really saw him during the day, but he had always excused this fact as he must work arduously long hours and the only time he could find to get away and visit you was into the early hours of the night. While you supposed that there was at least some truth in that statement, it didn’t help the fact that it aligned with what you thought could be coming into fruition. Was he really a vampire? Had he been trying to hide it from you for all this time?

And those fangs. Those could not be denied. They were the teeth of a predator, a hidden threat that he had tried so hard to keep a secret from you. So many questions raced through your head, and yet all you could worry about was where Ray was. He had left so quickly, clearly a bit distressed. You felt somewhat guilty for your own carelessness, but how were you to know? There was no way you would have guessed what was really happening here at Mint Eye. You had only been here to test a game, for crying out loud.

Suddenly, you felt anxious to be alone in the gardens at night, especially without Ray. Even if he was hiding something this serious from you, he was still the only person that you had gotten to make yourself friendly with. Well, in his case, more than a little bit friendly, but that was besides the point in that moment. You stood, trying to find your way through the maze of flowers and get back to your room but with little success. As you turned the corner, you spotted a figure at the other end of the path and it caused you to cry out in surprise, maybe slightly even in fear. It was Ray.

You’d never thought that the sight of Ray would ever frighten you, but as he stood there, pale and gaunt surrounded by the red flushes of rose petals, you had to wonder how you hadn’t realised it sooner. He looked guilty, and scared. So, so scared. You put your hands up to him slowly, asking if he was okay, but instead of receiving any sort of reply about his own wellbeing, Ray flurried out several apologies at you. He averted his gaze downwards, as though he felt as though he was no longer allowed to look at you directly for what he was. You stared at him as he spoke, focused on the slight protrusion of his sharp teeth over his lips. It was obvious that he had practiced speaking without making them visible, so you could only really see them if you were already looking for them.

‘Ray… It’s okay.’ You whispered, coming a little bit closer to him. He took a step back, moving his back up against the roses further so that he was surrounded by them. If it had been at any other moment, you would have taken the time to think about the fact he looked like a delicate portrait right then, the passion of the red surrounding his pale frame. But alas, you did not have that luxury.

‘It’s not! I scared you, oh how could I ever forgive myself! How could you ever forgive me for this! I should have been able to show more restraint… My savior was right, she’s always right…’ He replied almost frantically, to the point where you weren’t quite sure if he was talking to you or telling you his own inner monologue.

‘M-My Savior said that I’m not strong enough yet, which is why I find… you difficult to be around. I want to be around you always but- she says you’re too tempting for someone like me.’

‘Too tempting…?’ You asked, a slightly unsure as to what he meant. That was, until he gestured to your bleeding fingertip, and it suddenly made more sense to you. ‘I don’t mind if you… want to be around me. I want to be around you too.’ You added, attempting to phrase it in the same way that he did, since he was clearly skirting around using certain vocabulary. It made you realised that there was a good chance that Ray was unhappy about the fact he wanted you in such a way. If he allowed himself to get too close, he would inevitably bring you pain.

As you stepped closer to him, you watched as he reached his own leathered hand towards his mouth, anxiously biting onto the tips of the fabric. He wasn’t just chewing it, he was really biting it, to the point you were worried he might hurt himself.

You were suddenly moving quickly down the path towards him, ‘Ray! Please, stop that. It’s okay! I’m not scared of you.’

‘I’m scared that I might hurt you!’ He almost wailed. You knew that there was an obsessive nature to Ray, which walked hand in hand with his melancholy, but you knew that he wouldn’t hurt you like this. For the most part, he was tender-hearted and sensitive. Of course, he had room in that heart for hate, but yet, so much more room for sensitivity.

‘You’re not going to hurt me. I trust you.’

‘Please, be more careful with who you award your trust to. I don’t deserve it.’ He replied, but pulled his own glove away stiffly, since he didn’t want to worry you any further. At such a distance, he had nothing to distract himself from the pull he felt towards your blood.

‘If you want it, take it. I don’t want to see you be so strained over this. I don’t know what’s happening here at Magenta, but I know that you’re good. And kind.’ You were at his side, offering your hand to him. Initially, he tried to move his body away from your hand and cover his teeth again with his hand, but it was evident that he was growing more and more needy by the passing second. You tried to assure him that it was okay and reached out a slightly shaky hand to his cold cheek. ‘And I want to help you.’

After a few moments of tentative consideration, he took your offer. Ray watched your eyes as he held your finger in both of his hands, as though it was something fragile, delicate even. He hesitated before bringing it to his own lips, the thin line of dark red suddenly giving a burst of colour to his otherwise exceedingly white pallor. He gently took the blood that was already at the surface of your skin, closing his eyes as he did so, but you couldn’t decide whether it was out of shame or whether it was to savour the moment between the two of you. You gasped as you felt the sharpness of his teeth graze against your skin before he let the tip of them bite into your soft flesh, producing more of the red he was so desperately craving. It wasn’t as painful as you thought it would be, but your heart was still racing, nonetheless. When he was done, he pressed a single, sorry kiss into the palm of your hand and apologised for hurting you, adding that he was undeserving of your pain as he wiped the rest of the blood away with a handkerchief out of his pocket.

‘I’d rather be hurt a thousand times over than for you to have to suffer even once…’ He whispered into the darkness of the garden. Not that he would feel bold enough to tell you, but Ray undeniably saw the poetry in tasting your blood. He’s ashamed of what he is, but he relished in the fact that you were willing to share such a vital piece of yourself with him like this. He entirely made a mental plan to carry the handkerchief with him at all times, as a token and reminder of this newfound connection with you.

Vampire! Suit Saeran Drabble

Meeting Saeran was an experience unto itself, let alone processing the surprise you received in how differently he treated you and himself. Saeran doesn’t hide what he is in the same way that Ray did, he acts proud of it. A shining example of what Mint Eye could offer to people with the Elixir, but only if they were strong enough to deserve it. He’s the strongest Believer and the strongest Vampire produced from the Elixir, The Savior said it herself. She called him her ‘One True Offspring’. When you had asked what that meant, since Ray had never mentioned anything like that to you, Saeran had angrily snapped that firstly, he shouldn’t have to answer your questions and secondly, it meant that he had been turned using The Savior’s own blood in the Elixir given to him. That meant that he was special, and better than anyone else there. He repeated that a lot, but you were never quite who if he was saying that to you or to himself but he clearly made an attempt to believe it, at least for his own sake.

Saeran carried himself around Magenta so differently to Ray, you heard his footsteps from down the corridor when he wanted you to know to anticipate him and yet you never heard him when he suddenly appeared behind you. He was most definitely choosing when to make his presence known and when he wanted to startle you from standing silently around a corner. Saeran certainly disproved to you the lore that Vampires needed to be invited into rooms in order to gain entrance, as he came in whenever he pleased. He never hid his fangs either or tried to cover his ears either with his unkempt hair, if anything, he seemed to enjoy the attention that could be brought to them by smirking at you or asking if ‘you like what you see, Princess?’ You could feel the anger in his voice, he was practically dripping with a rage that he did not know how to release properly. It weighed on his shoulders, and somehow seemed to push him in on himself to the point where he was constantly forcing himself to stand taller, to be louder so that he would not be entirely consumed by it. The atmosphere he carried was tense, to say the least. It seemed to make him paler. Saeran’s dark undereyes were no longer something a simple goodnight sleep could fix; they were almost bruises of their own. Purple, sunken.

While he was not lacking for blood in the same way that Ray had suffered without, it appeared that Saeran was overworking himself to the point that the added sustenance did little to actually aid him, so he kept on coming back for more and more each time. He appeared at any hour of the day or night, which suggested that he was no longer really sleeping, or if he was he was only sleeping for very short amounts of time, and it was really showing him his face. You were sure his appearance must have sat somewhere between Dorian Gray and his portrait, beautiful yet rotting. The way he felt on the inside was slowly, yet surely, manifesting itself. He was so capable of kindness, and yet he never allowed himself to admit to it. If Saeran didn’t have his cruelty, he didn’t have anything. He needed to hold onto it to hold himself together as the Persecutor.

His kisses were rougher too, leaving your lips feeling puffy, tender, and always breathless. He seemed to thrive on the fact he could make you feel so weak, as though it was precisely your weakness that gave him the strength he needed to carry on this strained life he led. He’d sneak up behind you frequently, with the confidence that Ray never quite found, and bury his face into the side of your neck, running rough kisses along it until you sigh against him from the touch, not even bothering to move your hair out of the way as he did so. Even as he kissed you like this, he’d taunt you for enjoying his touch so much in comparison to Ray, who barely ‘had the guts’ to touch you freely. Saeran would lift up your finger to show him the tiny bite impressions that Ray had originally left, only to have Saeran go over them more harshly with his own bite, before moving back up to your throat.

He dragged his fangs along the thin skin of your neck, so you knew it was coming, before promptly biting you. He doesn’t try to be delicate like Ray, and he’s more likely to take too much blood and leave you feeling woozy. He’ll take as much blood as he wants, really. Once you inevitably faint in his arms, he’d usually carry you back and placed you on the bed, but only so he can reprimand you for being such a burden to him. He’d never admit to anything else, especially not to feeling bad about pushing you to your limit.

‘Heh… Don’t look so happy with yourself, your blood tastes like shit anyway. I should go and find someone better, someone sweeter.’ He smirked before laughing, his eyes alive with a frantic excitement. He still had a small steak of blood running down his lips and onto his chin, which he promptly wiped away onto his black suit sleeve without releasing you from his unwavering gaze.

There were times when he’d suddenly stop laughing and looked at his blood-covered hand in disgust, before dragging that same gaze over towards you. He’d look at the redness on his hands and try to wipe it away, even after it dried and would not budge without soap and water. Saeran would still furiously rub his skin against the fabric of his clothes in a vain attempt to wipe his slate clean. You were never able to decipher what Saeran felt in the moment that he decided that ‘play time’ was over, but he never seemed happy about the outcome of the collision the two of you had found yourselves in, even when he was the one that instigated it. He’d half-assedly throw a bag of food from the kitchen at you, telling you that you ought to be grateful for having such a kind master for feeding you, before promptly turning on his heels to leave and slamming the door shut.

He was complicated, that was for sure.

Vampire! GE Saeran Drabble

Saeran had been through so much, and yet he was coming out stronger and stronger from it each day. He had a lot to process, about himself, the things that had happened to him and the things that he has done to other people, especially to you. Saeran had a difficult time accepting the he hurt you. He understands that he did it and he has accepted the fact that he did it, but somehow his heart never wanted to believe it. No matter how many times you told him he needed to forgive himself for it, Saeran knew that he never could.

He tried to make it up to you in every way that he could think of. He was so loving, so caring. He always served your food first, gave you extra helpings and always made dessert for afterwards. His food was always so well made, filled with all the vitamins and minerals that your body could have possibly needed and always tasted like he had been cooking his whole life. He’d even try to feed you the last few bites if you’d let him, just to make sure that you’d gotten enough food. It’s sweet, and he does it out of care, but there’s a part of Saeran that does it because he feels as though he needs to make amends to your body for the way he treated it.

He’s not keen on drinking your blood, he feels as though he’s taking advantage of you and doesn’t enjoy the fact that he has to hurt you to be able to do it. He’d looked into alternatives that he could try, such as blood banks or from animals, just any means of supply that didn’t involve hurting you. It didn’t work out very well and in the end it started to do him more harm than good, so he usually just tried to wait for as long as he can in between biting you. And even then, he waits for you to offer because he doesn’t want to pressure you into giving up so sacred for him, Saeran would much rather have himself suffer than to make you feel any sort of uneasy around him.

He was a lot more considerate and knowledgeable about the outside world nowadays, and would look into various ways of making it less painful for you: the most effective one to date being numbing creams. He’s not a fan of the chemical taste of the cream in his mouth, but he would happily deal with it if it was for your sake. While he did still have a preference for your neck, because it felt a little bit more romantic to him, Saeran would always give you the choice on where you wanted him to bite. He knows it’s not his body to dictate, and if anything, he actually wants you to put some more of your own rules in place about it. He’d be more than happy if you wanted him to do it somewhere less visible so that you could hide it from people. As long as you weren’t hiding your actual relationship with him, he wouldn’t mind. He’s very understanding of the fact that sometimes it is a little awkward to have marks like that in public and that you didn’t want to answer questions from strangers all of the time.

He was very gentle with it, making sure to apply the numbing cream beforehand and to avoid any particularly sensitive spots while never biting too deep. Saeran never took more than what was absolutely necessary either, even if you told him that it was okay to do it. You figured that he always remembered the time that Saeran would make you faint after taking too much blood, and that it must weigh on his consciousness heavily. Telling him to take more than the bottom-line wasn’t something you frequently told him to do though, since you already knew he was restraining himself and trying to put some boundaries in place for your own protection, so you didn’t want to push him. He cleaned the area after drinking from it and pressed a little patterned band-aid onto it and sealed it with a kiss, just for good measure. It really didn’t sit right with him that he had to hurt you like this so he tried to make amends for it wherever he could.

He always wiped his mouth before he kissed you, since he thought it would be rather cruel to make you taste the blood that you had just willingly offered up to him. You’d find the taste unpleasant anyway, even if Saeran enjoyed it. Saeran was rather poetic at the best of times, but it was especially true when he was feeling a little bit drunk off of your love (and blood). If you ever asked him what your blood tasted like, he’d write you a verbal essay on how sweet it is. It’s intoxicating to him and it always had been, even when he was both Ray and Saeran. The two of them were so confused by their sudden feelings and this undeniable pull towards you that neither could escape from. If you let him, he’ll probably even get a little bit cliché with how he feels like he’s reached some form of enlightenment by your blood being the thing that can kept him alive, along with how he can feel your love beating through his veins and giving him strength. Sometimes you can’t help but cringe at some of the things that Saeran says, but he means it in such a sweet way that you find it even more affectionate.

In times like this, Saeran was so adorable and kind-hearted. He generally felt a bit bad about himself, since he knows that he can’t ever become a human again as a result of his time in Mint Eye, so you have to make the extra effort to love him in this moment. You cupped his face with both of your hands and told him how precious he was to you and that he is, and always will be, the most important thing in your life.

Vampire! Unknown Drabble

There were no words that allowed you to accurately describe Unknown. He was exactly that. You never quite knew what he was thinking and for the most part he definitely relished in that fact. His actions were unpredictable, and he barely seemed to keep a routine for too long, lest someone figured it out and learned to predict his moves. Everyone walked on eggshells around him out of fear and uncertainty, and he seemed to enjoy it. He found it humorous, even. He enjoyed taking you by surprise in particular, it was his main form of entertainment. You were a toy for him to play with when he got bored.

He was sort of what you expected a modern-day vampire to be, look-wise and attitude-wise. His attire was certainly a change. It felt as though he was trying to actively reflect the anguish he felt within, but at the same time, it was an external threat. A threat that if you got too close to him, you’d be in danger of getting hurt yourself. The spikes were enough to ensure that, even if Unknown wasn’t. He reminded you of Saeran, but you could tell that there was a stark difference between the two of them. Unknown rarely displayed anger in the same way that Saeran did, it was certainly there, but it wasn’t as explosive. Sometimes it was cold, warped, and vindictive underneath layers of you weren’t sure what. Like Saeran, he made little attempt to hide his fangs or ears, but he didn’t necessarily show them off unless he was actively trying to taunt someone. It was more as though he didn’t care about them until they were of use to him. At which point, he’d smirk and release the sharpened canines: a spark of excitement in his eyes inviting you closer, to dare test him.

When he wanted to feed from you, he’d summon you to wherever he is rather than coming to see you himself. After all, you were a failed experiment who couldn’t even do your job of talking to the RFA correctly; being an assistant was the best job you’d be able to manage, so he told you that you ought to be grateful for it especially since Magenta wasn’t in the habit of keeping ‘useless’ things around for very long.

He was usually desperate when he called for you because of the long hours he forced his body to endure, even throughout the daytime when he’d naturally be sleeping. He entirely believed that because he’s strong, he wasn’t allowed to feel anything except for that strength, so he had to keep himself at the same standard of work every single day in order to maintain it. He’d burn the candle at both ends and then continue trying to light the wick. When you thought of him, there was always one particular instance that came to mind when he had no choice but to display an element of weakness to you, and it enraged him. He had been out on a recon mission for The Savior and had over-exerted himself in the process, sustaining an injury. He had crashed into your room afterwards, panting and holding onto his bleeding wound, drinking enough blood in one go that he’d made you back onto your bed with light-headedness. He hadn’t done that since, and rarely pushed you past that point, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to dance with the limit of it. He’d say it was because he preferred to tease you with it, to savour what belonged to him, even though you knew it wasn’t his only reason for taking it slow.

How he bit you depended on what mood he was in, but his typical go-to is to have you sitting on his lap while he’s at his desk and facing him so that he can pull you towards him by your hips, making sure that your collarbones are already level with his mouth. He shouldn’t have to do any of the work, he wanted you already in position for him.

Unknown’s hands were roughly on your shoulders, both pulling you towards him and holding you steady. He bites first, kissed later. There’s little warning to feeling his teeth, except for the second or so beforehand where you feel his hot breath fan over you, just before you feel the sharp break of that skin underneath. Sometimes he’d hover for a few seconds longer than usual because he sought the thrill of you not knowing when the pain was coming. He has a preference for the neck and collarbones, not that he’d never explain why to you but, simply, he doesn’t think he should have to anyway. You’d have laughed at the cliché nature of it, but you’d rather he kept it to the same area instead of spreading it all over your body. That being said, he had bitten your thighs a couple of times when your neck had been a little too sore for him to drink from there, when the skin needed time to heal.

Unknown swapped between biting and kissing at your neck, making his way up towards your mouth to continue the blood-tinted kiss there. Each time you tasted the metallic tinge on your tongue, it left your breathless, but not as much as the bite he’d leave on your lower lip did. You wouldn’t admit it to Unknown, but those kisses were some of your favourites that you had shared with him.

Not only did he leave your skin with actual bites, but he made point of littering your throat with lovebites each time too. As though the real bites weren’t enough for him, Unknown always had to go one step further with his act of possession over you. It was a cocky game, in his own mind, he needed to show that you were his and that no other Believer was permitted to look at you in the same that that he did.

When he was done and needed the wipe the blood away from his face, he’d wipe it straight onto the back of his hand. He’d make no effort to properly clean it until he went to wash his hands, it didn’t seem to bother him.

Vampire! Savior Saeran Drabble

It’s ironic, to Saeran, that crosses and biblical imagery did nothing to inhibit a Vampire, especially considering how linked the two aesthetics were. They truly went hand in damned hand. Mint Eye had always been steeped in Catholicism, as it was the core religion of the previous Savior, but as Saeran was forced to take the throne, he had not made any changes to those principles. He had been taught to instil and swallow those same beliefs in himself as they had been handed to him, even if they were not truly his own. He had been prepared in such a way that he would be able to take over Mint Eye when he had truly reached the peak of his strength and was intended to forge a new way for the organisation.

You had been bathed, dressed, and summoned to the throne room, where many Believers and the Savior in question were already gathered. You’d heard whispers that you were going to be cleansed, but the atmosphere you found yourself in did not seem to fit the one you associated with a cleansing. However, The Savior had yet to conduct a ceremony of his own since taking the throne and you started to fear that, perhaps, you were to be the leading spectacle. You walked between the Believers, as you were told to kneel before Saeran.

He was so lifeless in comparison to the Saerans you had once encountered before him. He was so sad, empty. At the very least, Ray’s melancholy had an element of hope to it, but as The New Savior stood before you, there was little more than a shell of the man that you had come to know. Your interaction with him was limited, but it was so plainly obvious to you that he was just being used as a pawn, a pawn in disguise of the King. It seemed distinctly sacrilegious to have a vampire dressed in religious garments, but you supposed that Saeran had probably not received a choice in either of those matters.

Another Believer came up from behind you and asked for your wrist, which he then wiped over with disinfectant fluid before presenting it to The Savior. Saeran reached out his hand to grab your arm, pulling it towards him. He was silent as his teeth suddenly found their way into your wrist, but he barely took more than a small mouthful of blood. Even with your arm in his grasp, Saeran said nothing and continued to just plainly stare ahead into the masses, occasionally throwing glances in your direction.

‘Are you ready for the next initiation step?’ He asked. You could still see your blood in his mouth, the thin line of red providing a stark colour contrast to the rest of his chilly pallor.

‘Yes.’ You replied.

Once done, he turned and pushed the red Elixir bottle towards you, tilting it into your open mouth. It was lukewarm and overwhelmed all of your senses with the metallic taste of blood and chemicals. It burned. Tasting blood like this felt so wrong. You felt it fill your mouth and you forced it down your throat swallow, gasping for air as soon as it passed. Was that… his blood? In the same way that he had been given his Savior’s blood?

You were asked to stand as Saeran took another step towards you. You tried to watch his eyes, looking for any hint of the life that Ray and Saeran had once brought to them, but The Savior in front of you had clearly managed to subdue that hope. Or rather, he had been forced and conditioned to abandon it.

Almost sombrely, he pressed a small kiss against your lips; causing you to once again receive a fresh taste of blood. Except this time, it was the remnants of your own that had been left on his own tongue. There was little free affection in his kiss, and it appeared to be more about the process of the initiation rather than anything to do with kindness or tenderness. It only lasted for a second or so and was nothing intimate, ending almost as soon as it had begun. He pulled away first, placing the bottle that he had been previously holding back onto the throne room altar.

You were hugely aware of the fact that you were still being watched by an entire room of people and felt so exposed, so seen. It was uncomfortable to have to wait there for it to be over when you would have much rather have had this be a private affair: not that you had been warned in advance anyway.

He pressed his bloody lips against your forehead, leaving a red stain against your skin. Saeran then reached a cold hand towards your face, dragging his thumb across the bloody kissmark and smearing it into the shape of an eye. A baptism.

Vampire! SE Saeran Drabble

He was trying. Saeran was really trying. Being around people was difficult, well, everything was a little difficult for him. It was taking all of his energy to adjust and process things, so you rarely saw him during the day. He was always pretty low energy and spent the majority of his time asleep or alone, with you only ever really catching glimpses of him at night. You guessed that it was at least a good thing that he was catching up on the sleep that he had deprived himself of for so many years, even if it meant you rarely got to see him.

Saeran didn’t really talk to anyone anyway, only you and his brother. That is, whenever he can be bothered to talk to Saeyoung as he often complained that he’s too tired for conversation. He usually didn’t have the energy to talk to his brother that much because of how hyperactive the other was. Saeyoung understands that Saeran needs time, even if it hurt him to not be able to pull his brother close after all of those years apart. Irreparable damage had been done where they would need years to repair it. There were even a few tense moments where Saeran had thought that Saeyoung was taunting him, or not trusting him, by wearing his crucifix necklace. Of course, his brother tried to explain that that was not the case and that Saeran wasn’t affected by religious symbols anyway, but it still seemed to annoy him. Eventually, Saeyoung stopped wearing his necklace and kept it in a drawer next to his bed, feeling as though the faith he believed in was probably redundant now that he knew how it had been tainted by the people he trusted.

Saeyoung had offered to let Saeran drink his blood before, as a way of making reparations to his twin, but Saeran flat out denied it: saying it would be disgusting to drink from him. He also threw in the comment that Saeyoung’s blood would taste ‘like shit’ because of his diet anyway, which was entirely understandable. Neither of you could fault Saeran for that.

Saeran felt rather conflicted and tentative about drinking your blood, often feeling pangs of guilt for how he previously treated you as Unknown. He often waited right up until he was pretty desperate before letting on that he was in need, and you’d have to realise on your own that his tiredness was not just coming from social exhaustion. He probably wouldn’t ask, so you’d have to offer.

When it happened, it usually happened in the same way with Saeran turning you around so that your back was facing him and you couldn’t look at him. He already felt some sort of way about biting you in the first place so the last thing he wanted was to have to look into your eyes as he did it. He felt more comfortable like this, and he felt as though he could take his time rationalising it a bit more when he wasn’t being watched. ‘Don’t turn around.’ He said tiredly. He sighed, clearly feeling a little awkward but not wanting to rush into it. It would be in this moment where he thought about how roughly he used to do it to you and wonder where he had gotten that confidence from. Truly, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Saeran placed his hands onto your shoulders, pausing right above where he was going to bite for a few seconds, letting his hot breath fan over you until he finally broke the skin. He wasn’t as rough as he used to be, and it was quite obvious how much he had been restraining himself by how quickly he drank. ‘Sorry.’ He whispered under the wight of the guilt. He always sounded like he was crying when he did this, even if you didn’t see any tears fall. You placed your hand on top of his own just to let him know that it was okay. Saeran wasn’t one for words, so he appreciated the support even if he didn’t tell you that directly.

He sat behind you for a few moments while he calmed down, his thumbs ever so slightly rubbing circles into your shoulders; a rare sign of intimacy from him. He doesn’t kiss you in that moment for a number of reasons. He felt parasitic, and he didn’t want to tie that emotion to affection. And yet, undeniably because he doesn’t want you to see him for what he is. Saeran carries a lot of shame, especially when he’s feeling so vulnerable as he does when he’s in that state. He wiped the blood from his lips onto the back of his sleeve, but would change his jumper shortly afterwards because it made him feel dirty to even look at. Saeran didn’t want to sit with your blood on him, that was cruel to the both of you.

You’d often find that he’d leave you a little gift the next day but would claim to not have any knowledge of it. It was always a little thing that only he would think to bring you, such a small flower from the garden or one of his snacks out of the kitchen.

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nyx-aira · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was thinking of a young Agatha Harkness x reader fic//one shot where after her fight with the coven, Agatha finds a cottage in the woods to wait out the aftermath, but it turns out reader lives there? I love your work btw!

End my suffering

Requested by @booklovinbi and @midnight-lestrange

Request #2: Hey, can you please do where y/n has kinda the same powers as Wanda, but her color is blue, and she has a fight with Agatha (for who she has feelings, because they were getting close/same for Agatha) During the fight y/n loses and maybe gets seriously injured and waits Agatha to kill her, but instead Agatha kneels and carry her back home, where she takes care of y/n. In the end Agatha kisses y/n and then Agatha is ready to leave but y/n takes her hand and pulls closer for the kiss. Could you write it?

Summary: Agatha is accused of breaking the rules of the coven. As things spiral out of control she injures you badly. What is she going to do now?

A/N: I mixed your requests, I hope that was alright. I didn't follow them exactly but I still hope you like them. Also thank you so much for 200 followers guys, you're amazing.

TW!: Angst, mention of violence, brief mention of blood, brief description of injuries (let me know if I need to add anything)

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @ynscrazylife @booklovinbi @mysticfalls01 @adorkwithaplan

The coven had been your home as long as you could remember, growing up there and learning magic as the town folk had cast you out after they killed your mother, falsely accused of witchcraft, it was quite ironic if you thought about it, sending the one away that was actually a witch. You owed the coven your life and you were endlessly grateful for that, loyal until death.

That's why you didn't question it when you were told to meet up by the waterfalls at midnight. Waiting with your sisters you heard her before you could even see her, pleading with the witches dragging her through the forest, fear clearly visible on her face, Agatha. She was brought onto the platform and bound to the stake, magic bonds restricting her movements. Struggling she looked around, scared, terrified. You hid your face under your hood, averting your gaze, you didn't like this but you had faith in the head witch, believing there must be a good reason for this.

And so the trial began.

"Agatha Harkness, are you a witch"

"Yes I am a witch."

She still struggled against her bonds, fear visible on her face but there was something in her voice, something that made your skin crawl and hands shake.

"Yet you have betrayed your coven."

You gasped at that, growing angry, how dare she betrayed your sisterhood. Revealing yourselves you caught her gaze, shock and hurt crossing her features as she recognised you but you only sent her an icy glare.

"I have not."

"You stole knowledge above your age and station, you practiced the darkest of magic."

"I know..I know nothing of these crimes."

She was becoming desperate, you could hear it in her voice, pleading with the head witch for her to believe her.

"I..I swear it."

"Enough deception!"

At these words Agathas demeanour changed, she stopped struggling against her bonds, straightening up to her full height, all the fear gone from her face, replaced with something you could only identify as pride.

"I did not break your rules. They simply bent to my power."

At this she smirked, watching with delight as the faces of your sisters fell in shock, bathing in the feeling of recognition and fear. You stared at her, unbelieving of what she just said. You knew Agatha, you knew her very well, she was power-hungry and malicious but you could have never fathomed that she'd ever do something like this. Seeing your shocked expression she straightened up a little bit more, the mischievous glint in her eyes glowing brighter.

With a nod of the head witch your sisters began chanting, slowly at first, growing louder every second.

Agathas confident smirk vanished at that, getting replaced by tremendous fear as she realised what was about to happen.

"Wait.."

Her pleas were ignored as they continued the chant. Feeling the familiar rush of magic surge through your body you focused on the task at hand, ignoring the little voice in your head that told you to stop, not wanting Agatha to get hurt.

"No. I can’t control it! I..."

The chanting grew louder, drowning out the desperate cries of the chained witch.

"If only you would teach me! Help me! Please!"

Agatha tried to catch your eyes, you could feel her staring at you, her desperate cries making your heart clench in doubt, a single tear running down your face. Your feelings threatening to break your concentration you pushed them away, ignoring the pain it brought you.

"Mother, please."

You looked up at these words. Mother. You didn't know that. Hadn't been aware that Agatha was the daughter of the head witch. Dread started to settle in the pit of your stomach, you knew how this was gonna end and you found it hard enough already to even think about it. But Agatha was her daughter....

"Please! Mother!"

Ignoring the desperate cries of her daughter the head witch join in the chant. Horror manifested on Agathas face, screaming for help, pleading, but nobody listened to her. It dawned to her that this was the end, she was gonna die.

"No!"

A guttural scream tore itself from her body as she was blasted with the spell. Screaming her lungs out, her cries so loud they must be heard from miles away, her body shaking under the force of the energy, knees buckling, only the chains holding her in place.

Tears streaming down your face as you continued to focus your energy on the screaming witch, the sounds of her agony making you sick, you never wanted this. But your loyalty was to the coven, no matter how hard it made your heart ache and break in two.

You realised something was wrong when you saw the frightened look on her mother's face.

Agatha grunted, her pained screams turning into something else, the blue energy turning purple, capturing you and your sisters, holding you in place. Agatha looked around, seemingly surprised at the new development, her face changing from agony into something more sinister, something more Agatha.

You felt her magic hit you as you screamed out in pain, falling to the ground, ending the chant in an instant. You robbed away on your knees, coughing and panting, your whole body felt like it was burning and you had trouble breathing, everything becoming a blurry mess.

You couldn't see what was happening but judging by the pained screams of your sisters and the dark magic in the air it wasn't good. You groaned, getting up to your knees, a scream getting stuck in your throat when you looked into the dead face of one of your sisters, her lifeless corpse laying in front of you. Scared you looked around to see all of them dead, turned into corpses, no more than rotten flesh and bones.

Your head whipped around when you heard another scream. Looking at the scene that played in front of you, you saw mother and daughter facing each other.

Agatha was getting burned by her own mother. The head witch flying high in the air, focusing all of her energy on Agatha, trying to kill her. But it wasn't working, the blue energy turned purple, the head witch grunting as she started to crumble, turning older until her corpse hit the floor, the lifeless body dropping down not far from you.

You watched as Agatha looked at her hands, seemingly surprised by the sheer power of her magic. Shrugging it of she grasped the end of her dress as she ascended the stairs of the podium, looking like the dark goddess she was.

You held your breath as she crouched down in front of her mother, taking the brooch from her neck and pocketing it. She got up to leave when she caught a glimpse of you, still moving, alive. Her face darkening she marched towards you, hands igniting with purple magic, eyes pitch black and full of hatred, she was angry.

Your eyes widened in horror as she stalked towards you, frantically trying to get up. Your head was pounding, everything was spinning and you just felt sick. You're whole body burning like it was on fire but at the same time shivers rocked your limbs, making it impossible to move, not taking your trobbing leg and hurting ribs into consideration. It was quite possible that you had broken a couple of bones when you were slammed against the tree. Your head was starting to ring as you tried to stay conscious, the pain intensifying, you felt like you were burning on the inside, your body aflame.

In an weak attempt to protect yourself you tried to bring up an energy field, a spike of agony shooting through you as you tried. It felt like you were being ripped apart, your magic attacking you, hurting you. A feral scream tore itself from your throat, tears blurring your vision even more, feeling something drip down your nose you realised it was blood. The torturous sensation continued to move through your body, stealing your breath, making you feel like your organs were torn apart.

Black spots started to appear on your vision and you dug your nails into your thighs, trying to stay awake, trying to distract yourself from the hell you were going through. It wasn't working, the pain becoming too much you let out another strangled gasp, forcing some air into your lungs, everything was on fire, your body burning from within.

You didn't realised you were crying, tears mixing with the blood on your face, you couldn't take it anymore.

You heard footsteps move in your direction. In your pained agony you somehow managed to open your eyes, recognising the familiar silhouette of Agatha and her purple magic.

You stared at her for a long time, laying bloodied and bruised on the ground, dying. You took all of your strength to say the next words, feeling like knives slit your throat as you did.

"Please...just end my suffering..please.."

You pleaded with the other witch, your voice nothing more than a whisper, bringing you immense pain just from speaking. You wanted it to end, you couldn't take it anymore. Waiting for Agatha to bring you mercy you didn't realise she was crying, crouching in front of your broken body, not knowing what to do.

She had hurt you, she had done this to you, it dawned to her. Horror prominent on her face, this was her doing. Agatha let out a wrenched sob, clutching her chest, this was her fault, she had hurt you, had cursed you.

And now you were so scared of her that you were pleading with her to kill you, seeing it as the only option.

In your fragile state you realised that she was moving towards you, expecting the final blow you shut your eyes, praying that your pain would end.

Instead you felt gentle fingers on your forehead, soothing your pain and caressing your face. You instinctively leaned into the touch, seeking the feeling of calmness and peace that emitted from Agatha. She carefully turned you around, pulling your head in her lap, laying her hands on your chest she began chanting a spell you weren't familiar with, purple glow surrounding both of you, a familiar feeling surging through your body. The pain became less prominent, the feeling of burning up inside turning more into a fever than actually hurting you. Your head cleared up as well, still fuzzy but you could form a coherent thought again without screaming in agony.

After what seemed like an eternity the purple glow faded, leaving you exhausted, tired and still in a lot of pain, groaning as you felt your definitely broken ribs.

Agatha laid a soothing hand on your cheek, whispering comforting words as she shifted her position, a jolt of pain moving through your body at that. She apologised immediately and in your hallucinating state you could have sworn she pressed a short kiss on your cheek.

Gently hoisting you up she picked you up bridal style, whining at the movement your head lolled to the side, burying it in her neck.

The last thing you remembered was Agatha tightening her hold on you and the rush of wind, then everything went black pulling you into blissful nothingness.

When you woke up everything hurt, your head was ringing, your chest was hurting and you were sore, everywhere. You groaned, trying to sit up but a gentle hand pressed you back down, the scent of lavender and magnolia hitting your nose. You abruptly open your eyes, staring at Agatha who sat perched on the edge of your bed, still holding your hand, a concerned look on her face. You looked up at her in panic and saw silent tears running down her cheeks, her lip quivering.

"I'm so sorry angel."

You wanted to answer her but your voice was raspy and it just hurt using it, in fact everything hurt, making you feel tired and exhausted.

Agatha passed you a glass of water, gently holding your head as you greedily gulped down the liquid, spilling a little bit on the covers. She placed the glass back on the nightstand and checked your head for your fever, sighing in relief as it had gone down significantly the last couple hours.

Starting to shift in bed you let out a horrified gasp as you saw your body. You were only wearing a long linen top and the sight that greeted you was horrifying. Your whole torso was covered in cuts and bruised, bandages wrapped around your chest and left leg, your skin a mix between blues and purples.

"I tried to heal as much damage as I could, love, you have to believe me but even my magic has its limits, I'm so so sorry."

You could hear the sadness in her voice, the guilt and the pain at seeing you like that. Agatha was devastated and she didn't try to hide it.

The next days passed in a similar manner. Agatha taking care of you, making you food, reminding you to drink and changing your bandages. You still didn't know where you were or how exactly you got there but as you could barely move from the bed you decided that answering these questions could wait.

You were still very weak, dizzy spells hitting you out of nowhere and your limbs still sore. You were tired all the time, spending most of the day either sleeping or somewhere between conscious and the alluring darkness that sometimes threatened to overcome you.

Agatha was at your side most of the time, not comfortable with leaving you alone since you had passed out on day three, giving her a major scare. She would often sit by your side, reading some kind of spell book or practicing some easy spells. Her presence had a calming effect on you, her magic pulsing through the air and sparks of it landing on your skin. It felt different than before, darker, more powerful but not with an ill intent behind it. It was more of an old friend, welcome you back, it was alive and dangerous and you found yourself more often than not captivated by the powerful witch next to you, weaving spells through the air, her dark magic singing to you.

Your magic had changed as well, what had been blue energy before was now orange with a hint of pink. You didn't understand it, neither did Agatha but something had happened, something had changed inside of you, inside both of you and it was showing.

It was another stormy afternoon, rain hitting the windows and wind howling outside. You were feeling better now, able to walk around the cabin which was located in a part of the forest you've never been before. You're broken bones had been healed completely, curtsey of Agatha who had been going through all the spell books available to find the right healing potion. The dizzy spells were gone as well but the darkness lurking in the corner of your mind, luring you to follow it was still there, still prominent and it was tempting. Your magic did not return to its original colour, it also changed in its appearance, more of glowing whisps than the crackling blue energy it was before. You also felt different, more aware, more awake and most importantly, you could feel Agatha. Her emotions and feelings, tickling the corners of your mind. She was a mess. Guilt and sadness still dominant, feeling responsible for you. There was also something else, something you couldn't decipher but it left you feeling lighthearted and giddy.

You were sitting by the window seat reading one of Agatha’s spell books, more complicated than any spell book the coven had ever allowed you to read, you found out that you liked Agatha’s method of learning way better. Trying out a new spell the coral mist weaved around your hands, turning into an energy ball and then back into the unassuming whisps that always followed you around. You couldn't stop it and Agatha didn’t know why either. You figured you didn't mind, it was as if your magic was protecting you, always following you around if the need to defend yourself should arise. Putting the book back on the shelf you looked around your little cabin, it had become your home in the last few weeks, deeply hidden in the forest, surrounded by so many protecting spells you had lost count. You liked it here, the quiet of the forest and the closeness to nature, it was peaceful.

Agatha was out collecting some herbs and flowers, you had offered to go with her but she was still fussing over you, always making sure you were okay, having her hands on your body in any way, shape or form. Holding your hand while you were sitting together and reading, sitting close to you when you were having lunch, her leg brushing up against yours, an arm around you if you were taking a small walk, almost as if she'd expect you to fade out of existence this very moment. You didn't mind if you were being honest, you liked the way she cared about you, like she genuinely cared for you. It made you feel all fluttery and giddy but you dismissed the feeling as just being happy you weren't alone.

Roaming around the cabin you searched for something to pass the time as you waited for Agatha to return. Settling for reading some poetry you walked back to the window seat, tucking your feet unter your body you started reading, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the windows as the rain started to get heavier.

You didn't hear the door open or Agatha stepping inside, too focused on your poems. That's why you let out a shrill shriek as you felt her cold hands on your neck. You whipped your head around to see her smiling down at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. You both started laughing and had to take a moment to calm down again.

Wiping tears out of your eyes you looked at her, the rain had made her hair somewhat curly, a rosy tint to her cheeks from the cold outside, her hooded cape hiding most of her dress and corset. You found yourself lost in her baby blue eyes, the colour reminding you of the stormy sea and the rainy sky, you were mesmerised by her beauty. Shaking your head you came back to reality, Agatha looking at you with the same look she had on her face every time she looked at you. There was this feeling again, the feeling you couldn't decipher, not even with your newfound powers.

"What are we making for dinner today?"

Your voice seemed to snap her out of her thoughts and she took of her cape, placing the basket with flowers and herbs on the counter. She had also brought some vegetables from your little garden outside the cabin. You've always had a green thumb and magic didn't limit you to seasonal vegetables and berries which was useful if you were living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Walking over to the fireplace you looked at what you had to work with, Agatha stepping right behind you, her hand draped around your waist.

"See something you can work with hun?"

The nickname made you blush as you sorted through your ingredients, seemed like today's dinner was gonna be vegetable soup and some of the bread you had made a couple days ago.

While Agatha was magically cutting vegetables you were hearing the fireplace, lighting it with a flick of your hand, the coral mist protecting your hands from the orange flames. Preparing dinner together you and Agatha whirled around the kitchen, the other witch always touching you in some way, whether that was her just "passing by" or needing something from behind you, brushing your hand when she passed you something. Her actions made you smile, the fluttery feeling returning to your stomach and you couldn't brush it of as easy anymore.

As you waited for the soup to finish you cleaned up the kitchen and Agatha set the table, moving plates and glasses through the air, the familiar feeling of her magic present. You felt two arms wrap around you waist and you gasped in surprise as you felt her warm body pressed against your.

"Take a seat dear, I'll handle the rest."

Ignoring your protests she stirred you to the table, pulling out a chair for you and making you sit down. She squeezed your hand and gave you a short kiss on the head, rubbing your arm as she continued to clean the kitchen, making a show out of it to make you laugh.

You were wheezing from her dance number with the broom, Agatha dramatically giving a bow in your direction and shooting you a not so subtle wink.

She brought over the tray with the soup and bread, the tray floating besides her as she gracefully took a seat, placing down the food in front of you.

She was telling you about her walk in the woods, how she had seen a baby fox and the beautiful flowers she found near a cliff. You were mesmerised by her voice, wanting to listen to her for hours, just hearing her talk made you feel at peace. Made you feel at home.

As the sun set the two of you moved to the living room, cuddling close to each other as the cold of the night started to set in. You both had your magic to keep you warm but this didn't stop you from laying your head on Agatha’s shoulder, shuffling closer to her side as she began to read out of your poetry book you had spent the afternoon with.

You felt yourself getting tired as she continued to read, burying your face in the crook of her neck, her fingers absently stroking your hair as she recited old poems about love and passion.

Agatha smiled down on your sleeping form as she put the book away, careful not to wake you. She looked at your relaxed face, a little smile on your lips. You were beautiful. She had always thought you were but with her strict mother and the coven she had always pushed these feelings aside, having had more important matters at hand. But now, now there was no denying that she had fallen for you, had fallen for you a long time ago. The last couple of weeks had shown her that, she loved waking up to you bustling around the cabin, always finding new things to do. She realised that she never wanted to live without you ever again. The reason why you were here reminding her that her perfect little world could easily be crushed. The images of you laying on the forest floor still haunting her dreams sometimes, making her want to climb into your bed and hold you close, never ever letting you go. She had sworn herself that she would protect you, no matter what she had to sacrifice for it.

Gently getting up from the couch she picked you up, carrying you to your shared room, carefully placing you on your bed, tucking you under the covers she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Getting up to go to her own bed she felt your hand grasp hers, looking at you she saw you half asleep looking up at her with a loving smile on your face.

"Stay please."

Your request caught her off guard but she quickly caught herself as she climbed under the covers, you body cuddling close to her the minute she did. Wrapping her arms around you she pulled you closer, savouring the feeling of your body so close to her. She felt you bury your head in her chest, mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like I love you, her heart starting to pound faster at these words. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ears she closed her eyes, feeling happy and content as you fell asleep in her arms.

"I love you too angel, I love you too."

You woke to the sun shining through the window, grumbling you flicked your hand to draw the curtains when you heard a slight chuckle from behind you. Agatha. You remembered last night, how you had asked her to stay and how good it had felt to fall asleep in her arms, giving you the feeling of safety and home. You turned around to see her proped up on her elbow, a beautiful smile visible on her face.

"Good morning sweetheart."

"Have you been watching me all this time?"

Her cheeks started to turn a scarlet hue at your question. She nervously looked down at her hands, playing with little whisps of her magic.

"I didn't had the heart to wake you, you were sleeping so peacefully dear."

Now it was your turn to blush, your cheeks turning the colour of your magic that always surrounded you. It wavered around your hands, like the fog that surrounded your cabin in the mornings.

You looked at Agatha, messy hair framing her face, piercing blue eyes staring at you as if you were the single most important thing in the world, purple magic swirling around her hands. She looked like a goddess.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand caressing your face, you looked up to see Agatha hovering over your body, holding your hand, your faces so close you could feel her hot breath. You gave a her a short nod and at that she closed the gap in between the two of you.

Your hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, her body flush on your. This kiss was everything you dreamed it would be and so much more. You felt like your nerves were on fire, the only thing you could feel was Agatha and her magic. It curled around you, making your skin tingle and cheeks flush, melting together with your own magic, intensifying the experience. You felt Agatha deepen the kiss and you let her, pouring all your emotions into it, never wanting it to end. You could feel every single emotion of the witch on top of you, happiness, adoration, joy, passion and love, so much love. You could feel her, feel her soul spark with joy as she finally had found you, finally had found the missing piece, her other half, her soulmate.

When you broke apart the room was basked in purple and coral light, your magic swirling around the room, connected with each other. You looked at Agatha who had a loving smile on her face. She pulled you up and you were basically pulled into her lap. Cradling your face you could see some tears in the corner of her eyes. Wiping them away she speaks, her voice not more than a whisper.

"Please tell me this is not a dream."

You shake your head and take her hands in yours, absently drawing small circles on them.

"No definitely not a dream."

At this Agatha smiles, crushing her lips on yours for another passionate kiss.

You knew the future wasn't gonna be easy but together you were unstoppable.

You had found your missing half, your soulmate.

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #agatha harkness #agnes #agatha harkness x reader #agnes x reader #angst #fluff

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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PUPPY — LEE JENO

tw it’s disturbing, jeno’s sick in every meaning of the word, yandere themes (?), death, implied cannibalism, master/pet themes, violence, slight gore

wc 1k

you weren’t a dog and you shouldn’t be treated like one but when did your opinion ever matter?

you are living in jeno’s household. you are eating the food he prepares. you use his clothes, his toiletries, and his furniture. everything you touch is his and he never fails to make you remember that. you should be grateful. you should be bowing down to him. you should be kissing the very ground he walks on. that’s what he always says when it’s the dead of night and you’re out of your chains but stuck in between his strong arms. he’s never going to let you go.

you’re his pet and pets must always stay loyal to their owners.

the chain rattles when you scramble away from him, towards the farthest corner of your poor excuse of a room. jeno usually hates it when you do, but he doesn’t bother to scold you when he’s too busy dumping the dead body down on the filthy, discolored tiles. the stench isn’t as strong but only because your owner has only killed her hours ago, the process of decay has yet to start.

jeno smiles, kicking the body forward so it rolls closer to you. you shriek and avert your gaze when your best friend’s lifeless eyes stare back at you. he ignores your reaction, your disgust, your heartbreak, the fierce and hateful glare you send his way.

“look puppy i bought you a treat!”

seeing how happy he looks makes your insides crawl and the hairs stand up your neck. “i told you bad pets get punished, didn’t i? now look what happened to your little friend. look what you made me do to your playmate. haven’t you learned your lesson?”

puppies should speak when spoken to. you learned that the hard way. so even if you wanted to wallow in grief and curl up into a ball with nothing but guilt and shame eating at your insides, you spoke through your ugly sobs. because that’s what good puppies are trained to do.

“i-i’m sorry, jeno. i p-promise it’ll never happen again. this is all my fault! i know it is! just-just please stop.”

a pregnant pause. you feel with hypersensitivity the sudden drop of his mood. the furrowing of his brows, the disappointed frown on his face. master is not having fun anymore.

“what did you call me, pet?” he takes a step forward. the concrete wall feels painful against your skull as you back away. “did you just… told me what to do?”

shit. no. no. no!

“i-i meant mas-master. master, i’m sorry—”

“too fucking late for that don’t you think?”

you shiver in fear as the words register in your head, his calm, conversational tone of voice a juxtaposition to the events that are about to unfold. jeno takes out a knife, halting your hopeless cries and pleas as he traces random nothings against your skin with its tip.

he doesn’t draw blood, never drawing your blood.

but it’s a threat nonetheless and you doubt with the anger coursing through his veins, that he’ll bother to abide by his promise of never physically hurting you.

“don’t cry, puppy,” he coos, nosing the side of your neck before angling the knife up against your chin. “you’ve been such a bad pet for me, haven’t you? maybe it’s my fault. maybe it’s not. i’ll let you off without punishment, what d'ya say? only if you promise to be a good puppy from now on.”

“yes! ye-yes, master. your pet will be a good pup-pu-puppy. only a good puppy for my master.”

he nods, eyes caring and sweet. but you recognize the way he’s looking at you like a wild animal, like a kid throwing a tantrum. you know from the numerous times he had attempted to teach you your manners in the past but you went and spat on his face.

“ah, your training has been so successful! a few minor hiccups here and there but still successful. do you want a treat? does my puppy want a treat?”

no.

“yes, master.”

that was all it took. that’s what he was waiting for and you played right into his trap.

you stare in horror as jeno violently swings down the knife. cutting through the flesh of your dear best friend, chopping one of her arms out the socket. you sob in terror. the chains rattling as you squirm, every inch of your body seized in fear. you wanted to look away. how badly you wanted to look away. but you stare transfixed as jeno sullied and ruined your friend’s corpse.

the blood streams down like a shower. the tiles, his face, his clothes, your bedsheets. everything. it paints everything in deathly red as he chops, and chops, and chops away at your friend’s arm until it’s successfully severed off her body.

when he smiled, you wanted to disappear. you wanted it all to end.

“here you go, puppy. here’s your treat!”

the tears are blurring your vision but you know the sloshing sound of something landing before you belonged to that bloody arm, jeno offering it to you like some actual dog treat.

“what’s with that face? do you not like your treat? puppies always get treats when their good to their owners, baby. go on, hmm? eat it.”

but your crying is reaching a fever pitch and it’s bouncing off the walls. the ugliness of your fucked up reality catching up to you once again. you’ll never break free from this monster’s chain. never. you will always be the poor victim forced to play into his sick fantasies. you will always be his pet. his beloved little puppy. he won’t ever let you break free.

“why are you crying, pet? is the treat too big? want master to cut it down into smaller pieces for his puppy?”

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mianavs · 4 years ago

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the room

Falling in Stockholm part 2

a/n: this sets really sets the mood for the story and where it’s headed

tw: sexual assault, physical abuse, imprisonment

Falling in Stockholm

Coldness. Hardness. Ache. Those were the sensations you could identify after the thick fog in your head dissipated and you were able to process your thoughts. You were sitting up but the moment you tried to move your aching limbs, you realized they were bound by tight restraints that dug harshly into your skin.

The realization you were bound had your blood pumping fast and you darted your eyes open feeling fully alert. You were leaning against a cement wall while your ankles and wrists were bound together by thick rope in expertly tied knots. Instantly, you tried to activate your quirk but found it was to no avail—that fact alone had your heart beating wildly as you took in the situation. The room you found yourself in was made of cement walls and flooring. There was a single panel of fluorescent lights that brightly illuminated the room that differed from the one’s in the warehouse and indicated this was another location. You continued searching the room and found a plain bed in one corner of the room that looked to be for one person. Beside the bed was a small wooden dresser with a reading lamp that was switched off. Across the room was a small fridge that stood next to a door left slightly ajar and you could make out a sink. There was also a small table and two wooden chairs to match between the bed and the bathroom. The most glaring feature of the room, however, was the tall mirror attached to the exit. It almost covered the entire door and, in its reflection, you could see the state you were in.

Your hero costume was torn open near your wrists and ankles as well as across your waist where your supply pack had been. Your gloves and shoes had also been taken and you tried to tuck your bare feet under your legs to shield them from the cool air. Upon glancing at your face, you took in your haggard face covered in sweat and dirt. Your eye bags were darker than usual and your lips were chapped while your hair clung to itself with oil and dirt. All key indicators that you’d been out for days after the incident.

Footsteps interrupted your observations and the mirror rattled a bit as the door was unlocked and swung open to reveal your kidnapper. Upon seeing his scarred skin, you quickly recognized him as the same person who’d knocked you out in the warehouse and you tensed as you took him in. His messy black hair, his dirty clothes, large trench coat—they were all standard for a criminal but it was his piercing cerulean eyes and the burgundy patches of marred flesh that made him stand out. Then, after crouching down in front of you could you make out the staple-like metal that seemed to hold the scarred and unscarred skin together. You couldn’t help but shudder in disgust as his cold eyes wracked over your body not leaving one piece of exposed skin untouched.

“…you finally woke up.”

“Who the hell are you and what do you want from me?!”

The calmness of his gruff voice pissed you off but the assailant seemed indifferent to your little outburst. He merely stood up, headed to the mini fridge, and took out a bottle of water and a beer can. The sight of water reminded you of how parched you were and the man didn’t fail to notice how you opened your mouth ever so slightly at the sight of the bottle. He then pulled one of the chairs and straddled it in front of you while opening his beer and setting the water next to him. A smirk etched his face seeing the way your eyes traveled to the bottle neck to his foot. In your frustration, questions tumbled out of your mouth hoping he’d answer at least one of them.

“Why the hell do you have pictures of me from my childhood?!”

His eyes were indifferent as he took a sip of his cold beer and your eyes, like magnets, were on the drop of malted brew that escaped the corner of his scarred mouth and began to languidly trail down his face. You ran your tongue across the same spot on your own face while he simultaneously licked the beer up and maintained his eyes your mouth. Upon registering what you’d been caught doing, you averted your eyes in embarrassment but converted it back into anger.

“Why didn’t you kill me?!”

“Where are we?!”

“WHY DON’T YOU ANSWER ME—“

The pungent smell of beer assaulted your nose after you found yourself drenched by it. You blinked away the burning liquid and made out the bastard crushing the empty can and getting ready to chuck it at you. You braced yourself for the hit but instead it hit the wall next to you with a harsh clang that left you paralyzed. The next thing you knew, the chair was tossed to the side and the offender was straddling you legs, locking your feet in place, and held your tied arms above your head in a position that had your muscles screaming in pain. You used all of your strength to push him off but he was stronger, despite his lanky figure, and he used his free hand to strike your face with a resounding crack that blurred your vision. Hot tears framed your eyes and you coughed out the iron-tasting liquid that had filled your mouth. The same hand then forced you to face him by holding your jaw in a death grip that had blood oozing out of your mouth and onto his hand.

“Hmm…you don’t remember me, do you?” He sounded amused and disappointed as his deformed mouth twitched into a sinister smile. You racked your brain trying to remember his voice, his face, and his form from any altercation you’d had with villains or with members of the Hole, the illegal fighting club from your early teen years, but you drew blanks.

“It doesn’t matter since you’ll have plenty of time to remember.” A feeling of dread spread from the pit of your stomach to your throat as the implication of his words sunk in. He released your face when he got the reaction he’d been seeking.

“Why won’t you just kill me?” You were dumbfounded and you kept your eyes downcast. He raised his hand and you flinched thinking he would strike you again but instead his calloused hand cupped your cheek gently and raised your head to meet his cruel gaze.

“And why the hell would I do that when I’ve been waiting six years for you?” The toothy maniacal grin on his marred face made your blood run cold and your worst fears came to life as he closed the space between you to assault your lips with his.

He lapped at the blood around your mouth when you gritted your teeth denying him access to your mouth. It was only after he realized, no matter how much he licked and drew more blood from your lips, you wouldn’t relent that he decided to use his quirk. What began as uncomfortable heat you attributed to struggling against your binds quickly escalated to fingers like a branding irons that dug into your skin and burned the flesh in its path. Accustomed to pain since childhood, you held in your cries until you felt flames licking your lower arms and the bubbling of blisters forming.

His heavy tongue was in your mouth before you could react and lapped at your own. The heat of his breath filled your mouth and clouded your mind—that is until you felt his free hand travel south to the apex of your legs where he began to rub that bundle of nerves. You were reduced to a gasping mess as he continued his assault on your sex and your mouth. Strings of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled away for air and your moans that had been muffled by his mouth escaped your swollen lips. This only seemed to encourage him as he activated his quirk and burned though the material of your suit near your inner thigh.

“NO, PLEASE DON’T!”

Your blood curdling screams evoked his wrath and he burned the skin on your thigh until you were reduced to a sobbing mess from the scorching pain. Your suit was torn to expose your drenched underwear and he wasted no time discarding it to shove two fingers into your slickened hole. Your cry was muffled by his mouth as he harshly thrusted his fingers in and out of you while his thumb rubbed circles around your clit.

Betrayed by your body, you closed your eyes and tried to escape your reality the same way you’d done many years ago when your small body had been subjected to torturous amounts of pain. Your abuser, noticing your closed eyes, increased the speed of his ministrations until your fleshy walls fluttered and your eyes darted open while you cried out your release. Stunned and mortified by your actions, he pressed a wet kiss to your neck before whispering in your ear.

“Such a good girl cumming on my fingers.”

He removed said fingers from your still twitching sex and raised them to his face where, to your horror, he licked your fluids off them. “I think you deserve a reward.”

He climbed off your lap and reached for the bottled of water. You were far too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to try to fight him off so you sat there limp while he uncapped the bottle and carefully tilted it into your mouth. The refreshing liquid was heavenly as it went down your parched throat. You drank it greedily and whined when you felt some of it trickle out of the corner of your mouth. Your kidnapper, of course, noticed this and licked if off your chin, but you were focused solely on the steady stream of water on your lips and didn’t voice your disgust.

After finishing the water, you let out a groan wanting more but before he could react a phone went off. You froze as you saw him stand up and fish the phone from his pocket to answer it. A switch went off in your head and you were screaming like a banshee for the person on the line to hear you.

“HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! SAVE ME! I’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY—“

You let out a choked grunt as he lowered the leg that had bashed into your stomach and glared at your crumpled form before returning to his call. “Nothing, just my girl acting up. Alright, I’ll head out soon.”

You couldn’t breathe as you laid there in the fetal position; the warm pain spreading to your entire torso. You were reduced to a wheezing mess of blood and tears while your lungs desperately tried to retain air. Your kidnapper regarded you with disdain as you convulsed on the floor before clicking his tongue and dragging you up to your knees by your hair.

“I was going to clean you up and feed you but after your little outburst, I don’t think you deserve it.” He pressed a cruel kiss to your cheek before throwing you to the ground, your vision blurry from the impact. Making his way to the door, he stopped and regarded your fallen form.

“To answer your first question, the name’s Dabi and I took you because you belong to me.”

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katsuflossy · 4 years ago

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Whatever It Takes

Pairing: Dabi x reader

WC: 2.3k

TW: Detailed parental abuse, detailed description of a mental episode, obscenities, mention of arranged marriage

A/n: ngl all of this is severely overdue but the recent chapter made my creative juices flow so here we are! Please enjoy💖

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The air was crisp, dark, and cold, what one had expected for the autumn night. Only a few patrons roamed the streets in the twilight. Those that wander under the streetlight had their eyes crossed, mind buzzed, and hand full of one final drink due to being kicked out of the bars. The ladies of the kingdom stayed within the comfort of their homes. They laid around the compassion of their loves or their families, only knowing of the horrors of the outside through gossip. The most recent urban legend paced through the streets with a scowl fixed on his face. Azure eyes glowed danger through the darkness, never revealing the coat-clad scarred body until passing under the street lights. The drunks waddled out of Dabi’s way, feeling the rolls of anger off of him from a twenty-meter radius. For once, the fire quirk wielder ignored the low bastards, never smirking as they cowered in fear nor sparking their shoes afire, laughing as they tried to put them out. No, his mind was occupied, fist clenching and unclenching in the pocket of his coat. Thoughts of past and future overwrote each other in his brain, creating a void of black in his mind. His own psyche started to turn on him again, knowing what’s about to happen would risk many lives. However, Dabi cared only about two lives-- his own and yours.

Like God gave him a sign, he passed the alleyway of a sweet memory. Running away from authority was his regular schedule since the age of 11 but he was close to getting caught one day. Caught but cunning, Dabi held you, hostage, by the neck. The little blue flame from his finger close to searing the flesh of your cheek as he backed into the dark alleyway, away from the entire police force out front. He dragged you through numerous yards before you begged him to stop, hands on your knees as you gulped for air. Glowing eyes stared at the ruby necklace that swang from your neck, almost daring him to try to take it. The second his fingertips could graze the jewel you slapped him away, grip tight on the chain and a fire in your eyes.

“You could take anything from me—shit even the pads of my shoes if you want—but I don’t want you to take this. Here, I’m sure the ring will cost more.” You glided the ring off your hand before offering it to Dabi.

Confused couldn’t even describe Dabi’s thoughts at that moment. Are you really offering a lowlife scum precious jewels? With a smile on your face?

“Are you demented?” The tilt of your lips turned down into a scowl. A haughty hmph passed your nostrils as you looked away from the criminal.

“You were stealing from Greggley’s pawn shop. The same bastard that swindles townsfolk out of their money and rats out people to the police for a living. I’d pay to see that fear on his face again when you ran off with me and his pile of stolen goods. So here’s my payment.” Dabi cautiously took the sapphire ring from your palm. The situation was ironic, he seemed more fearful than you. Cyan eyes watched as the dust on your outfit disappeared by the pats and sweeps of your hands before jumping up. You stayed rocking from the heels of your feet to the soles, eyes waiting expectantly on the chilled man to say something. Instead, his eyes bored straight into yours, deadpanned as he occasionally averted his gaze from the entrance of the deep alley, then back to you. The shouts of police guards had left from long ago; the sounds of their frantic pace went far off into the distance. Yet, you remained in this cramped space with him.

It unnerved him to no end.

“Well, your highness, your mutts went the other way to look for you. You can scurry away now,” He questioned his words. Why is he letting you go so easily? You were a perfect hostage. Just by your yelp, he could have your father in his palms, an important piece to the league’s ultimate plan. The smile on your face didn’t ease his confusion at all. His eyes burned with irritation, upset by your cheerful demeanor.

“Oi, are you fucking braindead? I said scram,” Your face dropped, forming a pout before pulling into a smile again. Dabi felt his eye twitch as you began to chuckle. His hand igniting blue flames as he stepped towards you. You put your hands up into the chilly air.

“Woah now, I’m just saying I could be of more use, Mr. Criminal.” The heat dissipated from his hand. His eyes looked as cold as marbles but within his head, he roamed over the possibilities, how and why should he trust you. Dabi was never a gambler, always a mouse wary of traps but today, he felt lucky. The once fiery hand laid out before you, staples glinting in the dim lighting.

“Dabi,” his eyes roamed over your face, noticing the crinkles at the corner of your eyes never softening, the gleam in your eyes shining more than before. You were actually happy.

“You already know my last name but that’s unimportant right now. The name’s (Y/n).”

The memory cleared away like smoke, reminding Dabi of his mission now. His hand clenched around nothing, his fist tight to relieve the searing anger in his chest. He imagined burning Shigaraki over and over, enveloping in the heat of his wrath as punishment for putting him on this mission.

Red beady eyes looked at Dabi in nonchalance, ignoring the smoke rising from his scarred hand.

“We built our whole organization on this end goal. We are one step closer to annihilating these ‘heroes’ and you’re rejecting this offer? Over some little noble mole?” the insult adding more fuel to Dabi’s rage and fire. His flames barely reached Tomura before being engulfed into another dimension thanks to Kurogiri’s interference. Unrelenting glares fixed at each other. Even then Shigaraki continued.

“I’m not saying it again. Either you do your job and save your blue-blood or they die by our hands.”

His eye pulsed; an ache coiled around his nape to his temple. His own anger throbbed in his head and blindsided his mind. He could add Shigaraki to his body count but your life, to him, was paramount. He withdrew his fire, recollecting himself before shoving his hands into his pockets. He surveyed the room, eyes scanning all the league in disdain; the others avoided his intense gaze. The gravel crunched under his heavy boots as he stomped out of the hideout.

Shigaraki’s threats echoed through Dabi’s head, anger already swelling at the thought of his red eyes as Dabi reached the edge of your house. The whirls of wind carried his coat in their stream, pulling the fabric all about. The walls of dark stone contrasted the warm yellow lights of your not-so-humble but welcoming abode. Dabi only knew the layout of your room but whenever he’s in there, there were hardly any lights from behind your bedroom door, just the occasional shuffling of the maids.

He halted his thoughts, pressing his foot against a jutted brick before hopping on to another. His movements were smooth and familiar as if he had perfected this route. He sat on the window’s stony ledge, fingers rapting against its pane, staring into the night as he waited on you to open the window panel.

Meanwhile, you were balled up in a corner, fingernails creating welts on your skin. Still, the stinging pain didn’t distract you from the taste of iron in your mouth, the phantom feeling of blunt rings on your cheek. Your silent cries shook you to your core, sharp inhales forced your weeping to stop, only for them to return again. All crying ceased once you heard knocking on your window, the same three raps then two softer taps only known to two. A familiar rhythm, one that closely relates to the song you made the criminal danced to during one night at a pub. The precious memory was unable to soothe the paranoia of your mind right now. A hitch in your breath paused all noises in your little quarter. If you stopped breathing, maybe he’d think no one was home. You ultimately stopped breathing only for harsher rapping to strike against your window.

On shaky legs, you stood up, swiping off any trails of tears and snot from your face. The cold air greeting you swung open the window for Dabi, who immediately hopped into the warm comb. He barely skimmed over your appearance before asking.

“What the fuck happened to you?” His hand came up to your swollen cheek; an obvious insignia marked the skin. You didn’t flinch away, instead, you wet your lips, pressing more into his palm. His hands were chilly from the cold outside but the contact warmed your entire body.

“I can’t do it anymore, Dabi.” A broken whisper escaped your lungs. Tears bled through your closed eyes, wetting Dabi’s thumb as he swiped a lone one away. He stood still, billions of thoughts jumbling in his mind as you bawled into his chest. Should he do this? On this night? Your well-being and the league’s plan fought for his attention. Every thought of his mission drowned by the sight of the insignia on your face.

“(Y/n), what the fuck did he do to you?” His shirt crumpled within your hands as you contemplated telling him the truth.

Nobody expected your father, an honorary Knight-Captain, to abuse his only child. It took one loose-lipped servant to say that you were seeing a commoner man in the kingdom for him to wrap his hands around your throat. You remember your body flailing, the coldness of your cheeks as tears fell from your bulging eyes. He dropped you by your mother’s cold command. As you gulped for any type of air she told you to stand. Her patience grew thin quickly as she ripped you off of the ground, your legs nearly collapsing from the force. A shroud of care she put herself under, letting her adorned knuckles skim across your cheekbones as she talked about your fate. You're being shipped off to marry the highest knight family, the Todorokis. Enjirou, commander of the Kingsguard, sought after you for his son, Natsuo Todoroki, for months. Your inappropriate actions caused your arranged marriage to arrive quicker. Her veil lifted, and in an instant, she whipped her hand across your face, the blow smacking your staggering body to the side. Their eyes entertained at your cry. She fixed her rings as she declared your fate. House arrest until the Todorokis picked up their new toy. They left you on the ground, weeping until Dabi arrived.

Stammers and hiccups escaped your lips instead of comprehensible words. His shirt crumpled under the intensity of your grip. In that time, Dabi had gathered all the information needed. The look in his eyes was unreadable as he loosened your constriction on his clothes, fingers interlacing in between your shaky digits. A shadow cast over his face as he talked to you.

“(Y/n),” your eyes dull and lost, you were wrapped up in your own severed psyche. A finger on your chin, he guided you to meet his eyes.

“Let me fix this,” It wasn’t a duel, but warfare that unfolded in his headspace as he asked, begged for your permission. You barely felt yourself nod before seeing the flame reignited in Dabi’s eyes. The smile on his face grew like a wildfire, nearly meeting the staples under his eyes. He left your numb body with a soft peck and a willful promise before walking, for the first time, out your bedroom door. Muted footsteps sounded miles away even though he left the door wide open. When did you end up on the ground, scraped knees meeting the plush of your rug, though you did not feel it? The warmth of the room dissipated from the air, goosebumps rising along your skin. Your body could only focus on one sense at a time, tuning into the sounds around you. Though muffled, you could hear the guttural screaming coming from rooms away. The cries formed into pleas before morphing back into incomprehensibility. Whether your body was protecting you from further trauma or not, your audible sense shut off only to look at the smeared blood all over your rug. Your ears never picked up on your outcry, pushing your diaphragm, but Dabi’s did.

He sprinted back to your room immediately, leaving his fires to completely consume your parents and lick at the foundations of the walls. His black coat draped over your body before he lifted you into his arms. The hungry fire now satiated, he left the same way he entered but with now, with you within his arms.

He knows what he did wrong, rubbing salt into your traumatic wounds, but he had a mission to do. He held your trembling body closer to his lithe frame. The league finally made their first step to instigating chaos but that did not matter right now. Dashing through the alleyways, he took a look into your blank eyes, cast away into another realm. The sounds of the Knights fighting against your burning house faded as he ran. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes squeezing shut as he made another promise to you.

“No one will ever tear us apart. I don’t care if this whole place burns to the ground. Just know you are the only one that matters. It’ll just be me and you at the end. Whatever it takes to get there.”

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burnwme · 4 years ago

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Summoning

One-off of Mika summoning Sam to save her- Possible TW

As I exited the café, I heard the jingling of the bells located above my head. At that moment I turned back to glance at the glass panes on the eatery’s door. As I did, I gave a small wave goodbye to Suzu. After my small farewell, I turned my gaze back towards the road, awaiting my Uber. I felt bad for leaving our outing early, but I wanted to see Sam. But I mean could you blame me? He’s been extremely busy with work lately. Constantly working late into the night, most of the time in which I’m already asleep. We’ve barely seen each other. And today was like any other: him leaving for work bright and early. That meant that I was alone for the day. I figured tonight would be like any other work night for him recently. So instead of staying by myself all day, I made plans with Suzu. It had been a while since we had hung out anyways.

Suzu and I met promptly at The Pink Lady Café at 7:00pm. We had been chatting, joking, laughing and basically having an all around good time until about 7:45. When suddenly something in my back pocket buzzed. I immediately recognized what the buzzing was coming from, and swiftly grabbed my phone from my back pocket. I unlocked it to a message from Sam “ Hey, doofus. I’ll be home early today. Hopefully…at about 7. Have you eaten? “ I slightly smiled not only because he always made sure my needs were met before his but also just from seeing his name pop up in my notifications. My mind began to trail off... “It’s crazy how much I love him. Come on, who am I kidding? I love him so much it almost hurts.” I thought. I continued to let my thoughts linger for just a moment longer before I quickly opened my messages and replied “ Sorry! I have… but feel free to get whatever, I'll try to be home soon. Love you <3”

And that’s how the story of a very frightening night began: Me wanting to go home to my loving incubus, while waiting for my ride home during a typical chilly night. As I stood under the streetlights outside the Pink Lady Cafe my phone buzzed. I looked down to see a notification “Your uber has arrived.” I began to look around for a grey prius. I quickly spotted it, and made my way closer to the edge of the sidewalk in anticipation to get home. It speedingly pulled up to me and I watched as the passenger window rolled down it’s window. As I peered in the car, I saw a man in his late 30’s , unshaven, and looked to be an all around slob. But before I could consciously think about his disheveled appearance, a skeptical voice spoke up “ Are you Mika?” I nodded and he motioned towards the backseats in his car, silently instructing me to go in the back seat. I obviously obliged. I pulled on the car door and quickly sat down and buckled up.

During the ride, I kept noticing how he would glance at something in the rear view mirror. I just told myself he was looking at what was on the road behind us. But I quickly began to realize he wasn’t looking at the road, he was looking at me. Once I noticed this, I told myself that it's a little out of place but not something to be frightened about. Yet I remained cautious. I averted my eyes from the window to the driver's seat. As I did I really began to take in his looks. My gut began screaming that something was wrong. Yet, I tried to remain calm, I just kept telling myself I was overreacting. When my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the lack of movement, the car had stopped. My eyes began to dart around my surroundings to figure out why. They immediately checked the traffic, no red lights, no stop signs, no pedestrians, there was no reason for us to be stopped. That’s when it went from just my gut screaming at me but also the alarms in my head. Then I heard a voice, and my eyes darted towards it. In less than a second I pinpointed where the voice was coming from. The driver's seat. I looked at the man sitting in the seat as he spoke “We’re out of gas... “ followed by a seemingly forced sigh. My foreboding feeling throughout my body was growing more intense by the second. Almost unbearable. I decided to get out of the car, if something were to happen I didn’t want to be stuck in such a small space with little room to defend myself.

The driver followed suit, and leaned against his car about 8 inches away from me. I tried to brush it off as him just getting out to see what he could do. Though I did instinctively take a couple steps further away from him. He was leaning on the back seat’s window while I stood in front of the passenger window. I took a quick glance at him then took out my phone to text Sam. “Hey, it may take a bit longer. The uber ran out of gas. I should be home soon, hopefully.” While I was busy looking down at my phone, I failed to notice the driver sidle up beside me. As I looked up I flinched, clearly shocked to see him so close. But before I could shift my legs to move further down the car away from him: He gripped onto my raven hair and in just mere second covered my mouth. Preventing me from both getting away and screaming for help. He began to drag me forward towards an alleyway, I squirmed desperately trying to get away. I kicked and hit, which was returned by my hair being pulled harder towards the alley-way. I could feel the hot fearful tears run down my face. Everything was happening so fast I couldn’t even think.

As we entered the alley-way he roughly pushed me onto the ground. Now towering over me. I looked up at him to see a wicked smile. A smile you’d see in a horror movie. He slowly began to walk towards me as I began to desperately crab crawl away. But was abruptly stopped by my back crashing into a big metal trash can. He was getting closer, my mind still racing with fear and panic. I couldn’t think straight. Instinctively my arms began to rummage around for things to defend myself. I didn’t find anything! I began to look harder for anything: metal, glass.. ANYTHING. It didn’t help that it was almost impossible to see through my blurred eyes and hard to feel with my trembling hands. As I was looking around frantically Sam popped into my mind. As he did sensible thoughts began to fester. Within seconds I heard myself call out “Aomaris!”

Within a mere seconds the frantic air had changed into a serene state shortly followed by a bright light. I quickly covered my eyes with my shoulder, waiting for the light to disperse. As the light died, I looked up from my arms to see Sam and his shocked expression. I watched as his eyes darted around looking for me, and when he found me his eyes went gold for a mere second before turning back to their original emerald green hue. HIs gaze had only lasted a second before being interrupted by a scarily familiar voice “What the HELL?”

Sam immediately tracked down the voice to the man, now shaken to his core. But before Sam could let his rage take over the man had run. Sam stood in place for several seconds, internally fighting all of his instincts to go after the guy. Once he had made up his mind on what he should do, he had appeared in front of me within a millisecond. He immediately wrapped me in his arms, petting my hair in an effort to calm me. I laid my head on his chest tightly gripping the green shirt under his vest. I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t help it. He must have known because I heard him mumble in my ear “Shh...it’s okay. Let it out..”

And I did, I broke down. I sobbed so hard my voice became hoarse and quivered so much you’d think that there was an earthquake. But Sam didn’t let up, just pulled me closer to his chest. My sounds were swallowed by his green t-shirt. I could feel his warmth despite the cold metal of his dog tag pressed against my cheek. I still don’t know how long we sat in that alley way. I do know that overtime my weeping had slowled, and he used that as an opportunity to get us home. Sam made the executive decision to go through a pentagram. I felt him take a smidget of energy from me. I didn’t fight it, why would I? I could feel myself slowly falling through the ground. I knew what he was doing, he didn’t have to say it. Within a second I felt myself now sitting on the stone steps located in front of my home.

He slowly let go of his grip around me and gently took my hand in his before standing both of us. He had a grip on my waist making sure to keep me steady, since he was still unaware if I was injured. Though when he was sure I was secure on the ground he slowly let go. I watched as he felt around his pockets until he found his keys. I watched as he took them from the inside of his vest and used them to unlock our front door. As the door swung open he again gently gripped onto my hand, guiding me inside.

As I passed through the door letting it swing shut naturally, I took in the familiar smell of my air refresher still plugged into the wall. Sam looked back at me, I could tell he was concerned, but he wasn’t going to show it. I looked up at him beginning to wonder what was going through his mind. Sam’s complicated to say the least. It’s hard for him to express himself, so usually I speak up first. And I did. “Are you okay?” Sam looked deeper into my eyes, probably wondering if I was seriously asking him if HE was okay... I was correct. He quickly conveyed his feelings to me on the situation “ You’re asking me if I’m okay?” he responded sarcastically. I stood still waiting for him to continue on. “Seriously?” He scoffed. I stood there taken back by his tone. “He could have hurt you! Why’d you wait that long to summon me!? “

His voice was now significantly raised and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. I mean was he practically screaming it. He was mad, not at me but at himself. I knew that he probably didn’t even notice his temper. “Sam..” I mumbled. Even in his self-loathing state he was still able to give me his undivided attention. He aimed his stare towards me. I used this as an opportunity to make him aware of the level of his voice. “Sam…” I began, while fidgeting with my hands. He still stared, waiting for me to finish. “Sam.. you’re kinda-sorta yelling…”

He looked down and pressed his two fingers against the bridge of his nose while simultaneously letting out a heavy sigh. I looked down to my fingers still fidgeting with them. But my gaze was soon steadily placed on him by the sound of his voice. “I...I d-didn’t mean to yell at you like that.. It’s just who knows what that DICK…” he took a moment to calm himself before continuing. “ bag would’ve done to you.” He looked up at me then breathed heavily out his nose, as if he was letting off steam. I slowly made my way towards him and gingerly wrapped my arms around his neck while gently pecking him on his lips in an effort to calm him down.

He let out a content sigh and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he didn’t know how to say it. I lifted my head to look up to his emerald green irises. He returned the gesture and proceeded to look deeply in my eyes, as if they would help formulate the words he had trapped inside his head.

He took a breath in signalling to me that he was going to speak. His eyes lingered a bit longer before looking down to the floor as if in shame. Then he spoke... “ I’m sorry for yelling at you, I-I didn’t mean to… I just… “ He nuzzled his head on my shoulder shortly followed by a muffled voice. “ I just want to protect you..” I removed my arms from around his broad shoulders, and instead wrapped them around his form and placed my head on the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around me tighter and I happily returned the gesture.

“Sam… you do protect me.” He lifted his head to look at me. “Do I?” I simply just stared back at him thinking out my words carefully before speaking “Sam, of course you protect me. Tonight could have been so much worse if it wasn’t for you. Mmm-kay, you hear me? You DO protect me, I have no doubt in that.” He sighed and removed his hands from my waist and instead took one of my hands. Which confused me.

“Hm?” I shot him a curious look. “Come doofus it’s getting late, let’s get you to bed.” I glanced at the clock on the wall and then cocked my head at my incubus. “What? “ He said amused. I responded teasingly “Since when do you go to bed at 8:30?” He shrugged “Maybe I’m just tired.” I looked at him closer, trying to see if he was joking or if he was actually tired. As I inspected him I came to realize he probably was tired, and I suddenly felt bad for him having to use his energy to save me. But I quickly shut those thoughts out.

“Long day? “ I replied empathetically. He simply nodded tiredly. I sighed contently then said “ Then let’s go to sleep, dork.” He dramatically rolled his eyes before chucking. Still hand in hand he began to walk and I happily complied to follow behind. As we reached my bedroom we both silently agreed to change before heading to bed. We both began to strip from our day clothes back to each other. I turned my head slightly to look over my shoulder.

As I did I found myself admiring a very muscley back. And at that moment I thought “damn he’s ripped” . And I mean ripped. At that moment he finished changing and turned back to look at me, and as he did I immediately turned my head away from him, I could feel the way my face had heated up from being caught. I hurried up and tried to get dressed to prevent myself from becoming a blushing mess. As I slipped my shirt on, I heard a snicker behind me- along with a familiar sound of ruffling sheets. As I was done getting dressed by then I turned around to further inspect the noise.

I turned around to see Sam in bed, comfortable under the covers. He flashed me a goofy grin and motioned for me to join him. I quickly accepted his invitation. As I laid down next to him he put his arm and me. I eagerly laid my head on his chest, resting my hand in the same place. Soon enough his breathing slowed, signaling to me he had fallen asleep, and before I knew it I followed after.

#seduce me the otome #Seduce me #sam anderson #incubi

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lilallama · 4 years ago

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Since I loved the one you did for me. Can I request a continuation to it? Like the reader brings him home bmand everything is great but after a few months neighborhood pets are coming up missing and the reader finds out or something?

Early Sunrise

Word Count; 2.1k

!!TW!! This Series contains themes of gore, obsessive behaviour, violence, murder and societal injustice

》 Prologue; Düstern 《

》 First; Frühdämmer 《

"Another one?" Y/n looked at the Missing Poster which hung up on the tree outside their neighbour's house (the picture displayed a small well groomed cat with grey fur. 》 Prince Winters - british shorthair - two and a half years old - Was last seen in the owners backyard - please call this number if you have any information: X X X X - X X X X X X 《). The [gender] sighed in pity before turning to walk to their door. As they opened it they happily expected their small Guinea Pig Hybrid, Hoseok, to run into their arms. But that didn't happen. His fluffy locks were nowhere in sight. Worried that something might have happened Y/n searched the mansion. He wasn't in their room (he insisted on staying with them because he was too scared to sleep alone at night), he wasn't in any of the four bathrooms, not in the kitchen, not in the front hall, not in their living room. They were starting to panic, their poor, sweet baby was gone. But then they heard someone giggle outside in the garden. With rushed steps they ventured into the garden and let out a relieved sigh, only for that sigh to turn into a half chocked gasp as Hoseok turned around.

"Hoseok.., what is that!?" On the floor infront of the Hybrid layed something mangled and bloody. It's body was distorted, limbs torn off, milky eyes bulging out if it's sockets with it's head twisted in an unnerving angle. The sight was horrific, grotesque and truly nauseating. "Oh," Hoseok said in with his innocent smile which was surrounded by dried up blood, "remember Mrs. Winters' cat? I played with it." Despite the sweet smile his eyes held something menacing, something sick and twisted that Y/n was terrified of. They looked big and empty, like emotionless voids staring right through them. If they could have the choice to claim this a disturbing nightmare, they would. But they knew, they would have to face this. Y/n's previous scared expression turned into one of determination, "Hoseok, whipe that off your face and get in the car, right now."

The drive was tortuously silent, the only sound coming from the radio ("And now we present to you our 90's Pop Songs marathon. Starting of with the 90's Queen, Britney Spears with 'Baby one more time' "). Hoseok hadn't dare move throughout the whole time spend in the car. His only action; trying to make himself as small as possible to escape the mind numbing tension that filled the car. What if Y/n would send him back to the shelter? That thought had always kept him up at night. They were the only one he had, they couldn't just abandon him, right? > But what if they did < whispered the voice in the back of his mind, > What if you'll never see them again? You can't let that happen. < he started shaking violently > Just take the wheel and drive off the road. Kill them, then they'll never leave you. <. The voice got louder as he cowered in the back seat, eyes pressed shut and mouth chanting "No no no no no no no-". But Y/n didn't pay the quivering Hybrid any mind, all they could think of was, that their Hybrid needs help, immediately. Clearly the mistreatment he was put through with his past owners (what mistreatment?) took a toll on his sanity. The poor sunshine needs help. So they hurried towards the next Hybrid Psychiatrist hoping it'll magically rid Hoseok of his tendencies.

"Violent tendencies?" The pair sat infront of the Psychiatrist, Mr. Bluestone, a kind hispanic man in his mid 50's. "Could you elaborate what exactly that would mean? Does he get into fights often or perhaps bites?" They bashfully scratch their neck while looking over at Hoseok. "Not really. He is more... more..," they leaned forward and whispered, "gory." Bluestone looked intrigued by that as he shuffled in his seat slightly. "How so? What does that mean, L/n?" The Hybrid nervously watched the conversation going on, his eyes darkened as his owner leaned closer. His nose twitched and he started looking around the room to try and distract himself from the dread he felt. (The white door had 》 044 《 standing on it in golden, shimmering letters, the floor was polished and held a warm grey as it's colour. The walls were mostly white with a small peachy orange stripe spreading across all four walls. The plants were clearly fake and left him feeling hungry as he hadn't eaten today. He considered asking Y/n for one of his treats but he figured that wouldn't be a good idea.) When that didn't work he resorted to imagining doing everything the poor cat had suffered through with the Psychiatrist. "He- he-," they gave him a quick side glance before lowering their voice again, "he tore our neighbour's cat apart." With a look of surprise and horror Bluestone stared over to the Guinea Pig Hybrid (which usually are very peaceful and cheerful creatures) only to avert his gaze once his eyes locked with Hoseoks. He cleared his throat and shuffled through the stack of papers on the desk before him. "I'm sorry, but I do not think I'm experienced in such... special situations." Y/n stood up, making the elderly man flinch slightly, and looked at him with teary eyes. "Please, please, I beg you!" The man stayed silent for a moment before sighing. His smile was reassuring as he patted their shoulder. "You never learn to fly if you don't try, I'll see what I can do."

The next day Y/n sat in Mr. Bluestone's office and discussed Hoseok. "The thing that makes this difficult, is that Hybrids have not been studied enough for me to be able to diagnose him with any Guinea Pig Hybrid specific mental illness." He looked through some files that layed on his desk, scratching some things abd writing notes. Meanwhile Y/n asked, "But how come we don't diagnose them with human mental illnesses?" After a few seconds Bluestone looked up, now focusing his attention on the [gender]. "You see, Hybrid brains are, while not completely but still considerably, different from ours." That gained a sceptical look from Y/n. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling them inferior. If anything, they are way more physically advanced than mere humans are." The Psychiatrists eyes started sparkling with passion as he explained the abilities of different Hybrid breeds. "Cheetah Hybrid are able to run 3.6 times faster than an average grown human! Cat Hybrids have the ability of night vision and way more advanced senses than we do. And between Seahorse Hybrids it's the male who bears the children, not the female!" The excitement the man holds for Hybrids was very blatant as he continued rambling before Y/n asked while laughing, "You really like Hybrids, don't you?" "I find them fascinating, my husband thinks so too. It's sad to see so many people disrespect such fascinating creatures." The discussion went on for a while before they finally looked at the clock. It was time to go for Y/n which caused them great concern as their problem was still not close to being solved. Nonetheless they wished each other farewell before returning to their mundane tasks.

As Y/n sat on the soft, expensive couch in their livingroom Hoseok shyly approached them. "Y/n, are you mad at me?" They wanted to scold him, to put him in his place, teach him that such behaviour was not acceptable. But when they looked into his guilt filled eyes they just couldn't stay mad at their little ball of sunshine. "No," they rubbed their temple, "I'm not, Hobi. Come on." And they petted on their lap with a forced, slightly saddened smile. Hoseok immediately lit up and jumped onto their fraim, cuddling into them while letting out that weird purr when they started petting his brown-white locks. As they laid there many thoughts ran through Y/n's mind. How did they not notice that their own Hybrid was the one who caused those pets disappearances? Thinking back, it was so obvious. Those red stains on his clothing that they mistook for sauce or marmalade stains, the strong metallic smell that Hoseok sometimes had, it was right infront of their eyes. Yet they didn't notice, they didn't think to question that the cases of pets going missing had started a bit after their Hybrid moved in. The warning that caretaker gave them at the shelter, should they've listened to it? What would've happened if they didn't taken him, left him there without anyone by his side? Quickly they shook off such thoughts and looked down at Hoseok on their chest. He looked so innocent and fragile, as if he could snap at any moment, it made them want to protect him. The Guinea Pig Hybrid had already won over a giant portion of their heart, leaving him was out of question. But they will have to wait until Bluestone has found something that they should discuss. Y/n imagined that they would try and 'train' Hoseok, that they would talk him through his trauma and teach him the right way. But Bluestone wanted to know what he's doing before he would try and teach the Guinea Pig Hybrid anything. The risk that he could make it worse or cause a different trauma was too high for him to discard. So they agreed to first try and find something similar to Hoseoks condition first. Their thoughts were interrupted as they ley out a yawn. It was starting to get late, so they decided to go to bed now. The only problem was that Hoseok had already fallen asleep on top of them and they didn't want to wake him up. So they decided, one night sleeping on the sofa wouldn't hurt, how wrong they were.

When they woke up in the morning both their back and neck hurt as if someone slammed a hardwood chair against them. Hoseok had shifted over night so that they could get up without disturbing his sleep. Under grave pain they stood up, looked back at their little Hybrid and admired him for a second. Despite everything, he still was a very handsome young man. Undoubtedly if he wasn't their Hybrid they would be more than willing to date him. (Although he's a Guinea Pig Hybrid his body was quite athletic, he wasn't of abnormally muscular structure but did have abs and surprisingly strong legs. His hair always managed to look soft and shiny with little to no effort, his tan skin was completely clean, not a single blemish in sight. His eyes were a beautiful almond shape adorned with dark chocolate irises that always managed to wrap them around his fingers. With an oval shaped face and very pronounced jawline he surely was a sight to behold. But the greatest part was the tiny smile that he held even during his sleep.) Eventually Y/n stretched and walked over to their laptop. They received a new E-mail from Bluestone.

》 Dear L/n,

I am sorry to inform you that I did not find anything that could relate to your Hybrid's issue. But I have decided that, if you are willing to, still try and help your Hybrid. While I do not think this is the best way to approach it, I will try and help you and your Hybrid through therapy. I will send another E-mail should you agree to my offer.

Please remember to not accept you don't consider this helpful or do not want to waste your time with something that may or may not work. Send me an answer and I will send you the room, time and what I was planning on trying out. You can always back out, this is not any form of contract.

Sincerely,

Doctor Valentino Pérez Bluestone. 《

Suddenly the back- and neck pains weren't too much of a bother. While he couldn't find anything specific that he could sort Hoseok to, he would still help them. They quickly write an E-mail back.

》 Dear Doctor Bluestone,

thank you so much for helping us. I would not have known what to do without your help. I would very much like to accept your offer, sir.

I will await your E-mail. Until then,

Sincerely,

Y/n L/n. 《

After leaning back and turning to check up on Hoseok (at which point they remembered their back- and neck pains, causing them to stiffen from the stabbing pain running through them.) they carefully turned back to their laptop and decided it was time to finish their work.

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insomiaismygame · 5 years ago

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In His Embrace

Gavin x Female Reader

Prompt: You were being stalked for months; your mental state slowly deteriorating. You felt yourself spiraling so you called the one person you could trust.

TW: Mentions of Stalking, Harassment, Paranoia, Panic Attacks

There it was, another “gift” left outside your apartment door. Your hairs stood on end; the ground beneath felt like it had shifted. With shaking hands you grabbed a tissue and opened the box. Tears started flowing as you looked down in horror at its contents. In it lay several pictures of you from today. Some were from this morning others from the afternoon. But there was one picture from this evening; it was of you entering your apartment building 10 minutes ago. Next to the picture was a note — the contents of which made your stomach drop.

You look lovely as usual. But you’d look even better in the dress I got you.

Yours eyes widened, your breathing became labored as you read the last line.

Look inside beautiful.

The box fell from your hands; you scrambled to get your keys from your purse. Fumbling with the lock your heart raced and as you opened the door your purse fell to the floor with a resounding thud. As you looked upon the red dress laying on the side of your couch you collapsed onto the floor. Legs folded under you the dread that you filled you made you feel heavier than lead. They were inside. They were inside your home. They could still be there.

When the thought crossed your mind you rushed out. Quickly slamming and locking the door; you gripped onto the knob resting your forehead on the door. You focused your gaze on the ground, trying to catch your breath. But the world was spinning, everything was blurring together. The tears that fell hot and heavy from your eyes didn’t help either. You ripped your hand away from the handle and gripped at the collar of your shirt. Breath that was once coming out in quick, small puffs elongated. With your free hand you took out your phone, squinting at the bright screen and started dialing.

You waited, and waited. Each ring felt like it was longer than the last. You felt another wave of trepidation was about to consume you, until you heard a click.

“Hello?,” Gavin answered groggily. His voice was the lifeboat in your turbulent sea of fear.

“G-Gavin. I’m a-at h-h-ome—,” you choked. No tears left to cry; your eyes burned.

“What’s wrong? Hey what happened?,” he pleaded.

You tried so hard to respond, but your sobs locked the words in your throat. Another fit of trembling took you over and you lost your grip on your phone. It fell on the floor and you with it. Gavin became panicked, you heard him yelling, almost screaming. You only heard every other word, however his last sentence was clear.

“Stay there, I’m coming to get you!”

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Within moments you heard frantic foot steps coming your way. You stiffened; slowly turning your head in their direction. Upon seeing who they belonged to your tensed muscles relaxed. Gavin swept you up in his arms; one hand between your shoulders, an arm under your knees. While he carried you off the ground, you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck. His hand came to your face giving soft caresses to your wet cheeks. You closed your eyes and steadied your breathing with every stroke. He whispered tender comforts in your ear, with each one you felt yourself unwind more.

“Please, talk to me, tell me what hap—,” he paused. His foot knocked against the box dragging his gaze down. His eyes widened, eyebrows and nose creasing, rage filled his being. A gust of wind radiated from him and knocked the box three doors down. His grip on you tightened only to contract as you winced in pain. He muttered several apologies; cursing himself.

The words spilled out of you, the dam holding them back shattering completely. You told him about the past few months, sharing your hell with him. Explaining to him how for the first couple of months you felt like you were being followed. Your paranoia grew with the first “gift” you received. The box was wrapped in glossy black paper and adorned with a red ribbon. It contained one picture of you at a coffee shop receiving your order. In addition to a note telling you how beautiful you were. The “gifts” kept coming for a week after that. Each one containing more pictures than the last and a single note praising you. After the third time you reported it to the police. They were of no use, telling you that since no fingerprints were found they would be hard to track. All they told you was to be careful and travel in crowded places. Simply put, they couldn’t spare any time trying to catch one stalker.

“They were inside Gavin. T-they p-put a dress on my couch. They might still be there,” your voiced lowered to a whisper.

Gavin set you down on your feet gently, and whipped out his gun. You heard the click of the safety switch and watched as he barged into your apartment. Gun steady in hand, raising it to eyelevel as he scoped your place. Starting in the kitchen, then the living room, and finally your bedroom. You cautiously followed behind him, stopping when he entered your bedroom. His face stern, his breathing as steady as his grip on his gun. His stance stiffened when he heard a thud in your bathroom. Swinging the door open, he swiftly brought his gun back up. Once he saw the cause of the noise was a shampoo bottle, he lowered and tucked away his gun. Letting his hands fall to his sides and his shoulders slump.

He turned to you and spotted the dress over your shoulder. His eyes lit up, an inferno burning in them as he looked at it with disgust. Every fiber of his being wanted to burn the damn thing and shove the ashes down the harassers throat. But his mentality as a police officer took over and he pulled gloves over his hands. He went to the kitchen and retrieved an empty trash bag and shoved the source of your dismay in. Then he quickly retrieved the box from outside and shoved in it. He disposed of his gloves and placed the bag on the counter. Gavin strode towards your trembling body and brought you into a gentle embrace. You could tell he had questions. Why didn’t you tell him, or how could you not were probably some. But he just stood there holding you, letting you sob into his chest.

“I’m gonna stay the night. I want to make sure you’re safe,” he stated. Gavin wasn’t giving you a choice, and to be honest you were completely fine with it. Being alone right now felt like a death sentence.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

He swept you up once more and carried you into your bedroom. He placed you on the bed and you turned to face him. You gave him a small smile, which quickly faded when he turned to leave.

“I’ll take th—,” he was interrupted by your hand grasping tightly onto his sleeve. The soft denim being pinched inbetween his fingers. He looked down at you inquisitively.

“My—my bed is big enough for two,” you said; answering his silent question. Averting your gaze from his to your nightstand.

Gavin looked down at you perplexed. He never expected you to ask him that. Given his past he always thought you were afraid of him. But here you were, imploring him to stay with you. You could see the gears turning in his head; trying to process the implications of your request.

“I-it’s not like that! Please I just—“ you hugged your sides and looked up at him with those big eyes he loved so much.

“—I want you to hold me. Hold me till I fall asleep, please. You can leave me once I’m asleep, I don’t care! But please I just want to held right now!” You screamed. Desperation clear on your face.

Seeing you like this broke his heart. You could see his eyes glistening with tears threatening to escape. He removed your hand and walked over to the other side of your bed. Gavin layed down next you, and flipped you over to face him. Your pain evident as he examined your face closely. Dark bags hung under your eyes, and your face was thinner. He brought you closer to him, with your head on his chest once more. You wrapped your arms around him, and buried yourself in him.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Wow you guys are really liking some of the fics and headcanons I’ve done. Even though there’s only 4 of them—5 if you count this one. I’m currently working on the second part of A Chance Encounter, so that should be out soon. If this piece gets over 50 notes I’ll write a second part. Thanks for all the support! You have no idea how much it means to me. I’m not the worst at writing, but I’m not the best. So I’ll continue to write and improve my skills!

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