#(and i ate the metal a few times but it was fine)

[askthe-littlepoet]

ok but like, mod poet, have you ever used a mouth guard? like the ones they use in football? molding it to your teeth is an awful sensation but after that i think youd like it alot

-ls anon

[no, but I might actually do that]

[i got in trouble for chewing on pencils and erasers when I was a kid, a lot. because I bit through the metal? it was really worth it each time because oh my god it felt amazing]

[chrollogy]

SFW; fluff, atsumu eats your leftovers but according to him, he has a very good reason why. inspired by my prev post but what i experienced wasn’t anything like this :(. divider: cafekitsune.

── “what part of ‘mine. don’t eat.’ do you not understand?” the question flies right into atsumu’s room the second he opened his door, sharp tone greeting him before he could even fully see your standing figure. genuinely confused, the male furrowed his brows, free hand scratching at the shaved part of his nape. and he has the audacity to look confused, you thought, head tilting to the side as the anger rose within you.

for the past few months, you’ve been roommates with atsumu—he was nothing but polite, and respectful, albeit a little rowdy at times but nothing too unmanageable. that was until two weeks ago where you had stored leftovers in the fridge at night, saving it for tomorrow’s lunch. unlucky for you, it disappeared the next morning. that was fine. okay. swallowing the unpleasant feeling that settled in your chest—maybe atsumu thought it was for him, you blame yourself for not labelling it as yours. a rookie mistake.

the second time it happened, you were beyond speechless. wanting to give atsumu the benefit of the doubt, you concluded it as a coincidence—maybe he was tired from practice, there was nothing else appetising in the fridge except your leftovers. so, again, you let it slide.

the third time, however, it was a pattern without a doubt, and you knew better than to let it slide. having to look forward to something—especially a good meal—only for it to be taken away in an instant was something you wouldn’t even wish on upon your worst enemy. though, your worst enemy was standing right before you, hand behind his head, clueless as hell. maybe you would wish it upon your worst enemy. “hm?” atsumu mirrored the tilt of your head, only spurring your annoyance further.

“my leftovers. i know you’ve been eating them, miya. we’re the only ones who live here.” you pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes screwed shut at his lack of common sense. being angry was one thing, but being both angry and hungry was a whole different discussion. “explain. i went out of my way to put a sticky note to let you know that it was mine yet you still ate it.” atsumu couldn’t help the familiar feeling blossoming in his chest—the one that occurs whenever he was in your presence.

you looked so cute all riled up. the way your brows furrowed, carving lines between your forehead or the way the corners of your lips pointed down, forming a small pout. atsumu didn’t even care that he was on the receiving end of your hangry mood. he gave you a sheepish smile, one that would’ve had your cheeks heating if it wasn’t for the situation at hand, “i’m sorry. .” his two-worded apology hung in the air, waiting to be completed.

so you stood there, arms crossed, eyes boring into his own. atsumu looked away, gaze lingering on the door hinge as if it was the most interesting piece of metal in the world. “i have a valid reason but it’s silly.” he let out an empty chuckle, hand rubbing at his nape. valid reason? what kind of reason did he have to justify him eating your leftovers? ones that you bought with your own money.

atsumu took your silence as a signal to keep going. oh god, now he really wanted the ground to swallow him whole—for the carpet beneath his feet to just split apart and let him fall into nothingness. the more atsumu scoured his mind for the right words, the more he felt like an idiot, embarrassment engulfing his every being. mind you, he wanted this to happen and now that it was playing right before his eyes, he couldn’t help but chicken out.

the sentences laced together in his mind were useless anyway when he blurted out ‘i think you’re cute’ which only deepened the creases between your brows. silence. there was about a good 10-second silence, and during the span of that, atsumu really wished he was swallowed whole. but nope, he had to face the consequences of his stupid actions.

it wasn’t because he was being a dick, no, far from that. ever since atsumu saw you walk through the shared apartment, he felt something foreign—he felt his heart skip a beat, and not in the way it would during intense rallies in a match. all atsumu knew was that he wanted to get to know you better, even if it meant getting your attention in silly little ways—although, annoying might be the better word to describe it on your end.

there was nothing but mutual respect with the bond you two shared but it was also not intimate, and atsumu craved intimacy. you’ve both remained civil ever since living with one another, giving and receiving pleasantries throughout the day, small conversations but nothing too deep. it didn’t help that you weren’t the type to make small talk, only engaging in a conversation with atsumu whenever he initiated.

so, he devised a rather smart (idiotic) plan to gain your undivided attention—to simply put it: eating your leftovers so you would notice him. atsumu mentally noted to give himself a pat on the back for mission accomplished, though, that’d have to come later since he had no backup plan for how to deal with this situation. “that’s it . . ?” he felt small under your judgement, not to mention the amusement in your tone.

atsumu would rather be on the receiving end of sakusa’s spikes than ever admit to you that he’s been craving for your attention like a lovesick puppy with its tailed tucked between its legs. alas, here he was facing the consequences, a crimson blush painted on his cheeks while animatedly explaining in complete detail of why he’s been eating your leftovers. you didn’t know whether to be upset, flattered or both.

upset because out of all ideas, atsumu thought resorting to eating your food was the best candidate. flattered because he thinks you’re cute and have been silently pining for you and your attention. both because of how silly this all sounded—the moment you came knocking on atsumu’s door, you expected a concrete explanation for his actions, not a full blown confession.

you laughed, not because of being upset nor flattered but because of how dumb the situation was. atsumu mirrored your laugh despite the gears turning in his head, trying to find a reason why you were laughing at him. “you know, you could’ve just told me about your feelings in the first place and i would have happily accepted them.” that was atsumu’s first thought but it was too easy for him (no it wasn’t, he doesn’t know how to properly talk to people he pines for.).

later in the evening, after returning from a dinner with your friends, atsumu found a singular takeaway container sitting in the fridge with a little note: for you :P <3

a few hours ago, the food would’ve been labelled as ‘mine’ to deter him from eating it but atsumu has a good assumption that he was the one labelled as yours, this time.

[luveline]

Hi Jade, I’m thinking about soulmate prince Steve again. Can I request something (any length) with reader starting to feel like she fits in and finding something she enjoys doing around the palace (lending a hand in the library? Working in the garden? Helping in the kitchen?) and someone makes a comment about it and she stands up for herself?

Basically I think it’d be nice to see how her relationship with Steve getting stronger helps her feel more confident in her position

prince steve au ♡ fem

You find that with proper instruction, time, and resources, you love to cook. It's an odd thing to discover in your twenties, perhaps; any of your peers who liked to cook were already learning by the time you left school, dipping into restaurants in the wealthier north city, or training for prestigious positions in the Palace kitchens.

Steve sneaks in to see you every now and then. You're pushing the brunt of your palm into a soft dough when you feel his touch, a quick stroke of the knuckle against your lower back before his hand comes up, cupping your shoulder. 

"What's this?" he asks. "It looks good, smells good. You're smiling." 

"Yes, I'm smiling, I'm happy. And you've come to see me." 

"That's why you're smiling?" he asks. 

A strand of hair has fallen into his eyes, and a second chunk follows as he leans in. Not to kiss you, though you'd probably welcome it, but to make sure you can see his smile too. 

"Where's your crown?" you ask. 

"I'm striking. How ridiculous it is they expect me to wear it in my own home, I don't care if there are deputies visiting." 

"Can I take off my finery?" You've been dressed in very nice clothes considering they're now covered in flour, but the weight of the jewellery is the real annoyance. "It's too much, Steve." 

Steve's gaze dips down to the mass of jewels held against your collarbone. "Too much," he agrees, reaching around you. His fingers brush the back of your neck, eliciting a tiny metal clink as he unclasps your necklace and pulls it free. "Much better. You don't need any of this to look fine." He pockets it.

You stroke the loose hairs from his face. 

"Oh, sorry." You wipe at the smudge of flour you've left behind. "Sorry. I'm making it worse. Good thing you're so pale." 

"Alright." He looks like he might giggle. "So mean to me. I'll go do some fencing in the sunshine and maybe you'll grow to love me." He does giggle, then, at his own joke no less. 

He expresses that your loaf of bread should please god end up on his plate first, and then he kisses your cheek and tells you he'll see you at dinner. It's a very nice farewell that gives an extra aura of happiness to your bread-making. 

"You won't actually give the Prince your bread, will?" one of the cooks asks. 

It's innocuous, but it pisses you off. Steve is a Prince, yes, but he's your boyfriend, your soulmate (scream), he's your equal in partnership even if he's a royal, and isn't his treatment enough proof? Why would he come down to the kitchens to dote on you? Why would he ask to try your bread first? 

"I don't appreciate the idea that it isn't worth his time. I'm making something and he likes me enough to want to try it. Why wouldn't I give it to him?" you ask, not angry, exactly, no icy cold zing. Just irritated and honest about it. "It might not be perfect, but if he wanted perfect he could ask for it." 

"Who says you aren't perfect?" Steve asks.

You flush with heat. He grins at you and the cook who'd spoken, as well as the other assistants and apprentices who stop to stare. "Forgot to give you this." He presses a small pouch into your hand. "Dinner," he promises. 

"See you," you promise back. 

You let him leave before you turn from the counter to open his gifted pouch against your abdomen. Inside is a generous handful of sugar pear drops, the kind you ate together on your first stolen date a few weeks ago, and a note. 

To tide you over. 

P.s if I didn't make myself say it, you look super pretty today and I can't wait to see you tonight 

–Steve 

You put one of the sugar pear drops under your tongue and hide the note safe inside your jacket pocket, schooling your features into impassiveness as your soulmark glows a gauzy cerulean. 

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Throw It in the Dishwasher, Part 2 -Oneshot

Word Count: 4796 This one kinda got away from me, but I hope y'all like it. ;)

Part 1

(TRIGGER WARNING)

Bucky was returning from a mission within a few hours, and Y/N was bustling away in her apartment getting ready.  She had gotten a text from Sam earlier in the day, saying that the mission was successful and everybody was fine, but it had been emotionally rough on Bucky.  They had been dating for almost a year since that day she caught him taking his metal arm out of the dishwasher, and she had been his safe space ever since, especially after missions.  He was usually fine, just tired or stressed afterwards, but this time something had either triggered a memory or been emotionally taxing.  She wasn’t sure and didn’t ask any questions, just knew that he needed her when he got back.  She knew not to crowd him, to let him come to her when he was ready, but sent him a text after Sam texted her:

“Can’t wait to see you, babes.  Call me when you’re on your way back so I can have your favorite dish ready.”

Bucky hadn’t texted back until an hour ago with a simple: “On our way.”  That really worried her.  He was normally very affectionate, even over text, and so she knew something was really wrong.  She heard his door next to her open and close, and him shuffling around his apartment as he got settled.  Y/N pulled the food out of the oven and plated it, setting up his favorite beer and some water, then pulled out the first aid kit.  He was stubborn as a mule when it came to getting checked out by a medic after missions, and instead would head straight home or to her.  Bucky healed quickly because of the super soldier serum, but that didn’t mean she didn’t worry about the scrapes, bruises and cuts he came home with at times.

After about ten minutes she heard his knock at her front door.  Y/N inhaled deeply, preparing herself mentally.  Whatever he needed at that moment, she would be for him.  She quickly walked to the door and opened it wide, smiling at him.  Bucky looked weary but he tried to hide it with a small smile.  “Hey doll,” he said quietly.

“Hey babes,” Y/N greeted him.  She waited, keeping her smile on her lips.  Bucky stared at her for a minute, like he was contemplating his next move.  He swallowed harshly then took a hesitant step inside, then another, and another.  Y/N watched him as she closed the door behind him, locking it then leaning against it with her arms behind her, keeping herself as open and relaxed to him as possible.  As much as he was her support system on her hard days, she was his as well.

Bucky stood for a moment, looking around her apartment then turned back to her.  He looked her over then stepped toward her until he was looming over her.  His metal hand slowly raised, the subtle whirring noise making her smile wider as he gently cupped her cheek.  It had become their sign to each other, whenever he would use his metal hand first to touch her, that he was struggling and needed help.  She raised her hand and held it to his metal hand, keeping it against her face.  Y/N kept eye contact with him as she turned her head and kissed his palm, then gently brought each metal fingertip to her lips and kissed them as well before nuzzling her cheek against his palm again.  “I missed you,” she whispered.

Bucky smiled at her adoringly.  “I missed you,” he whispered back, his metal thumb caressing under her eye.  

“Are you hungry?” Y/N asked quietly.

“I could eat,” Bucky answered nonchalantly, his voice not matching the intense look in his eyes.

“Come on then,” Y/N said, pushing him lightly with a hand on his chest, her other hand grasping his metal one and pulling him along to the dining table.  She had him sit then sat next to him.  She lifted her utensils and started eating, not watching him and letting him get comfortable.  He took a beat before picking up his utensils and starting to eat with her.  They didn’t speak as they ate, the music Y/N had playing from earlier still going as a pleasant background noise.  When he finished she stood and took his and her dishes, putting them in the dishwasher quickly before going and sitting next to him again.  She kept her hand closest to him on the table and free as she sipped her drink.  Now it was all a waiting game to see what he needed or wanted next.

Bucky’s flesh hand slowly lifted to the table and he intertwined his fingers with hers, squeezing them.  Y/N glanced at him and saw his gaze fixated on their hands, his jaw tight and a frown on his face.  She sat for a moment, her thumb rubbing along his thumb absentmindedly.  “I saw something today,” Bucky whispered.

Y/N focused on him, giving him her full attention.  “What did you see?” she asked.

His frown deepened.  “Something from my past,” he replied.  “One of my old handlers.  Back in the 60s, probably.  She’s dead, but, the stuff we found reminded me of…something,” his voice got gruffer.  Y/N watched him, squeezing his fingers as a reminder that she was there for him.  “I was sent as an assassin first.  But I was…sometimes I was traded.  Rented out to other people and organizations for a price.  Like the Red Room.”  Y/N inhaled deeply at that.  She knew what the Red Room was, and what the Black Widows were used for.  “Shuri and the people in Wakanda helped me get the programming out of my head, but that unlocked a lot of memories, too.  Some of them are still hazy, but seeing her face in those files just brought it all back today.”  His breathing picked up and he suddenly let go of her hand and balled up his hands into fists on his knees.  

Y/N could see him shutting down and quickly stood, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the couch in the living room nearby.  He slightly pulled against her but she didn’t let him walk away, gently pushing him to sit on the couch as she kneeled between his legs and held his fists in her hands, softly trying to get him to pry his fingers open.  Bucky shut his eyes tight.  “She had the Black Widows practice on me.  Weapons training, fighting, strategizing, and…” his jaw ticked again, his entire body tensing as he sucked in a sharp breath.  “Black Widows are known for their prowess in being master spies, getting information out of people.  And sometimes that includes s-seduction.”

Y/N sighed heavily.  She had a sneaking suspicion at times when they would kiss or hold each other that something had happened in his past.  They hadn’t done anything too hot and heavy over the past year because everytime it started, he would stop it.  His breathing would become erratic, and he would freeze and shift away from her.  Now she knew why.  “They used you,” Y/N whispered.  Bucky opened his eyes finally to look at her, tears starting to build as his lips tightened.  “They practiced seduction on you.  They sexually assaulted you.”

Bucky’s tears finally fell and he bit back a sob.  He shook his head and wouldn’t meet her eyes.  “Every time I think I’m doing okay, getting over it all a little better every day, something else comes back and I just…I feel like I’m standing there, stuck in a body that won’t respond to me screaming in my mind.  Just being forced to watch it all happen over…and over again,” he choked on his words, his metal hand creaking under the pressure of the fist he had it in.  Y/N’s hands left his hands as she sat up on her knees and she reached for his face.

“Bucky,” she called out to him as she cupped his face.  He slowly met her gaze again.  “I’m so sorry.  You didn’t deserve that.  God, nobody deserves that.  It wasn’t fair and shouldn’t have happened.  But you are here, with me, away from them, from it all.  You beat it, you beat them all.  You won, do you hear me?” she slightly shook his face in her hands.  “And I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come.  For how hard you’ve worked to be where you are now.  And I’m going to be here to help you through every bad memory, every flashback, every nightmare, however and whenever you need me.  You are not alone,” she sniffed as her own tears started to fall, her heart breaking for the hurt he had to endure.  “I’ve…I’ve been hurt before, too,” she confessed.

Bucky frowned, his sadness shifting to anger.  “What?  When?  By who?”

Y/N shook her head.  “That’s not what matters now.  I just want you to know that to some small degree, I know how you feel.  And I don’t blame you for one second for feeling what you’re feeling.  It’s something that will stick with us for the rest of our lives, but I won’t let him win.  I knew that to survive I had to keep living out of spite of him and how he tried to break me.  The best thing you can do now is to live.  Be spiteful, be angry, be sad, but live.  Fuck them,” she said, leaning her forehead against his.  “Fuck all the people who hurt you for all those years.  If I could get my hands on them all I’d…Jesus,” she shook her head angrily.  “They hurt my babes.  My sweet, kind, loving, funny, strong babes.  My Bucky.  Just please know I’m here.  I don’t know what else to say or do but just be here for you.”

“That’s all I need, doll,” Bucky said, pushing himself forward, his hands releasing to reach out and pull her into him by her back.  He felt her along her back as he nuzzled her nose with his nose.  “I want…I want to be with you.  Physically.  I just, it’s hard–”

“I know,” Y/N nodded, nuzzling him back.  “And it’s okay.  I’m not with you just because I want to fuck you eventually.”  Bucky huffed a laugh at that.  “I’m with you because I love you.  Because you make me happy.  Because you’re my best friend, and you make me feel seen and heard and accepted.  I love you, I want you, and I appreciate you.”

Bucky inhaled shakily as he smiled at her.  “I love you, too,” he whispered.  He kissed her softly for just a moment before pulling away.  “Thank you.”

Y/N smiled.  “Anytime.  I’m always here for you, Buck.”

***

A few weeks later was their one year anniversary.  Bucky was taking Y/N out on the town to all the old-fashioned, forties themed spots he could find for dinner and dancing.  She was dressed in a forties style deep red dress with matching lipstick and strappy pumps, her hair styled in a pin wave.  When he had picked her up that night he’d done a double take, his mouth dropping open wide as he ogled her.  She openly ogled him back with his dark gray suit and white button-up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, suspenders peeking beneath his jacket and dress shoes.  His hair was slicked and tied back, his beard freshly trimmed, his dog tags sneaking out from under his collar and a matching gray glove on his left hand.  

“Goddamn, doll,” he breathed.  

“Same to you, handsome,” Y/N smirked.  He kept staring at her so she took the step out of her apartment.  “You ready to schmooze me and treat me like a proper dame?” she teased.

Bucky smiled widely.  “Yes ma’am,” he chuckled.

Ever since that rough night when he came back from the mission they’d been much more open with each other, talking through his issues more easily and honestly.  He’d started going to a new therapist to work through what he’d told her, and she supported him the best way she knew how.  She tried to push back any kind of thoughts of doing anything sexual with him, knowing that wasn’t what he needed, but hoped that in the future he’d be able to trust her enough to love him fully.

He was cheeky the entire night, complimenting her repeatedly, the comments getting progressively dirty through dinner and even more so as he danced with her at the dance hall.  He was putting on that bravado again, trying to be present, fun and outgoing with her, for her.  By the time they got home she could tell he was trying to be brave.  Bucky kissed her deeply as he pushed her through her door, kicking it closed behind him.  He suddenly picked her up, Y/N yelping in surprise against his mouth as he lifted her and pressed her against the door, pulling her legs to hook behind his waist as his hands felt up her thighs.

“Buck…” Y/N huffed as he mouthed at her throat.  “What…what are you doing?”

“Loving on you, doll,” Bucky breathed.  “You look so good, taste so good, just wanna enjoy you.”  His words were confident, but she could feel his flesh fingers shaking as they inched up her thigh to her hip, his breathing becoming shallow as he tried to push through the panic.

“Bucky.  Stop,” Y/N said, pulling away from him and pushing at his shoulders.  Bucky immediately stopped, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he looked at her, trying to calm his breathing.  “You’re panicking, babes.  Just breathe.”  She spoke clearly and firmly as she cupped his face to make him focus on her.  “Put me down.”  He slowly put her down.  “Sit down on the couch,” she instructed, and he did as she said.  Y/N sighed and took her heels off, her feet throbbing with how much they hurt as she hobbled over to the couch and sat next to him.  Bucky was still breathing hard, eyes blinking rapidly.  She took his flesh hand in hers, softly rubbing her thumb across his knuckles.  His gaze snapped to her.  “Breathe, Buck.  Breathe,” she said, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth.  Bucky copied her until he finally was able to relax against the couch.  “It’s okay if you’re not ready for more,” Y/N reassured him.  “Why did you push yourself?”

Bucky sighed heavily and rolled his eyes at himself.  “I…I do want more,” he said.  “I thought if I could push through that first bit of hesitation I could just, I don’t know, do it.”

Y/N smirked.  “Oh yes, ‘cause that’s the best way to have sex.  To just do it.”

Bucky huffed a laugh at her teasing.  “Yeah, real romantic of me.”

Y/N giggled.  “Believe me, babes, I’d love to.  I want to.  And I enjoyed what you were doing just now.  But I don’t want to push you, or you to push yourself, into something you’re not ready for.  It’s a big step in any relationship, but especially in ours.”

“I know,” he said, facing her more on the couch.  “But I want to, now, with you.  I-if you want to, of course.”  

Y/N smiled again.  She leaned toward him, still holding his hand, until she was within inches of his face.  “You want me?” she asked quietly.

“Y-y-yeah,” Bucky stuttered, his eyes flickering across her face.  “Please?”

She nuzzled his nose then pulled away.  “Okay, babes.  How about we go to my room, you take your sweet time with me?”

Bucky’s eyes widened.  He nodded and Y/N nodded with him.  She stood from the couch and pulled him up by the hand she was holding, then led him to her bedroom.  He’d been in there before during movie nights and cuddling, but this time the air felt charged with anticipation as she walked in.  She led him to the edge of her bed then let go of his hand and turned to face him.  “Where do you want me?” she asked sweetly.

Bucky glanced at her bed then back at her.  He stepped forward and reached his hands up to her shoulders, slowly pushing down the sleeves of her dress til they fell off her shoulders.  “I’m…I’ll need to go slow,” he said quietly.  Y/N nodded.

“Whatever you need,” she agreed.  “What do you want me to do?”

He breathed deeply.  “Can I, um…get undressed and in bed, then you can get undressed and in bed?”

Y/N nodded.  “Do you want me to give you some privacy?”

“Yes,” he said quickly.

She nodded again and turned away from him.  She listened as he walked to the side of her bed and his clothes rustled as he took them off, then as he slid under her covers.  “Okay, you can look,” he said.  Y/N turned to see him sat against her headboard, her comforter covering his lower half but his torso naked.  She smiled at him, letting her see him like this.  “Could you…can I watch you?” he asked, looking small and embarrassed.  

“Yes,” she said.  Y/N slowly started to pull her dress off, leaving her in her underwear.  Bucky watched her intently, his hands gripping the blanket as he swallowed harshly.  She unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders to the floor, then shimmied out of her underwear, leaving her bare before him at the end of the bed.  She stood waiting for him patiently.

His mouth hung open as he looked her up and down.  “Crawl to me,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky, deeper tone.

Y/N smirked.  There he is, she thought.  She hoisted herself onto the bed and started to crawl toward him.  Bucky’s eyelids fluttered as she approached, and he licked his lips as she reached his feet.  He spread his legs under the blanket for her to crawl between them until her arms held herself up as she hovered her upper body over his hips, her face within inches of his own.  She let him stare at her for a moment before he leaned forward and kissed her lightly.  “Straddle my lap,” he said against her lips.  She moved herself up, her knees settling on either side of his hips until she sat down on him, her pussy slotted over his groin, still covered by the blanket, but she could feel his erection pushing up against her.  In this position her breasts were near his face, and he stared at them before looking back up at her.  

“You can touch me, Buck,” Y/N whispered.  

Bucky’s hands immediately went to her breasts, gently massaging them, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples.  Y/N held back a moan but gasped as he leaned his face forward and nuzzled her breasts, his beard feeling scratchy but not unpleasant.  He opened his mouth and kissed the right one, then the left one, then licked her nipple.  Y/N whimpered, and Bucky let out a low hum.  “Let me hear you, Y/N,” he breathed against her skin, then continued to lick then suck at her nipples.  

At a particular flick of his tongue she moaned, her hands reaching up and running her fingers through his hair, holding his head close against her chest.  Bucky’s hips involuntarily rutted up into her at the noise, and he let out his own moan.  His mouth moved back up her chest to her throat, over her jaw and finally to her mouth, kissing her deeply again, but wasting no time in tasting her this time, his tongue licking her lips and into her mouth.  Their tongues entangled, the kiss becoming heavier, sloppier, and more passionate.  Y/N ground her hips down into Bucky’s lap as her arms wrapped around his neck, his arms looping around her back and pulling her impossibly closer.  “Fuck, doll,” he whimpered against her mouth.  “You feel so good.  God, you’re beautiful, every inch of you.”

Y/N moved her right arm away from his neck so she could kiss down his cheek and jaw to his throat, licking and sucking at different spots down to his collarbone until she reached his shoulder where the skin was scarred by the metal.  She kissed along the marred skin gently, licking at his peck before kissing where it met the metal.  Bucky’s breathing turned shaky as he watched her.  “You’re beautiful, Bucky.  Every,” she kissed the metal again, “single,” kissing the scar, “inch,” she licked up his collarbone, “of you,” she finished, kissing his cheek.  She reached behind her and brought his metal hand back to her front, kissing his palm and then licking at his first two fingers, looking into his eyes as she sucked them into her mouth.  His face twisted into a look of desire and he bit his bottom lip, a low whine in his throat as she pulled his fingers out then pulled his hand down in between her legs.  He gasped at her guiding his fingers to her pussy.  “I trust you, Bucky.  With every part of me.  You’re gonna make me feel so good, aren’t you, babes?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded frantically, his metal fingers finally moving of their own accord, cupping her pussy gently, his metal thumb feeling around for her clit while his fingers slipped through her lower lips.  When his thumb flicked over it she shivered, her hips bucking into his hand as she gasped.  “Damn, doll, so sensitive,” he whispered.  He continued to flick and rub at her clit while his pointer finger dipped inside her, then with how wet she already was dipped his middle finger into her as well.  The metal against her skin was tantalizing, a strange but pleasurable sensation on her most sensitive areas.  

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she felt her orgasm start to build, her hips starting to fuck herself on his fingers.  “Feels so good, Buck, ah!  Keep going, please!” she moaned.

Bucky’s eyes looked up at her.  “I wanna see you cum, doll.  Fall apart on my fingers.  Please, babydoll, I need it.”

Y/N nodded, her breaths becoming increasingly shallow, her voice high pitched as she felt her core tightening.  Within two more strokes inside her and his thumb flicking just right she finally came, a high pitched, gravelly whine escaping her throat as she shook in his arms, her cum leaking all over his hips.  He gradually stopped pumping his fingers, slowly lifting his hand from between her legs and looking at the mess she made.  He brought those fingers up to his mouth and licked and sucked at them languidly, his eyes closing as he moaned at the taste.  “Holy shit, Y/N.  You taste so good.”

She huffed a laugh as she watched him.  “You made me feel so good, Buck.  Thank you babes.”

Bucky smiled at her.  “Thank you,” he whispered.  “Can I…can I fuck you babydoll?”

Y/N nodded, her eyes hooded as she looked at him.  “Fuck yes, please,” she breathed.  “How do you want me?”

Instead of answering he just pushed her onto her back, pulling himself up from under the blanket so he could hover over her.  His hips slotted between her legs, and she glanced down to see his cock resting against her pussy.  He was bigger than average, but didn’t have time to worry about it before he gently gripped her face and pulled her up to kiss him again.  His hips slowly started to hump against her, his cock slipping between her lower lips, making her shiver.  When he pulled away he looked down at himself, fisting his cock with his flesh hand as he teased the tip through her pussy.  His breathing slightly picked up and Y/N cupped the side of his face, bringing his gaze back to her.  She smiled at him, her other hand coming up so her finger could trace down the crease in his brow to relax him.  “It’s just you and me, babes.”

Bucky exhaled heavily and nodded.  “I know.  Just you and me.”  He aimed himself at her opening and slowly started to thrust into her.  Y/N tried not to wince, even though it had been a long time since she’d last done this, but Bucky was agonizingly slow, moving inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her.  His head dropped to the crook of her neck as he breathed deeply, his arms around her in a bear-like hug as he got used to the feeling.  “Jesus, doll, you…mmh,” he hummed.  “I just…give me a second.”

“Take your time, Bucky,” Y/N whispered into his hair.  Her pussy fluttered around him unintentionally and she whined.  “Sorry, that wasn’t on purpose.  You just feel so good.”

He chuckled against her throat.  “Pretty pussy just needed to be filled?”  Y/N was shocked by his brazenness in the moment, a small scoff escaping her mouth.  Bucky experimentally rolled his hips and she whined again, her hold around his back tightening.  He started at a slow pace as he thrust into her, letting himself feel her, and her feel him.  Her legs locked by her ankles on his lower back as he lifted his head and watched her face.  “So perfect for me, doll.  So patient, understanding and kind. So sweet,” he kissed her passionately, his tongue licking into her mouth.  

Y/N was getting lightheaded at the intimacy, how intensely focused he was on her and this moment.  Her fingers ran through his hair, scratching down his scalp and then lightly tugging the hair at the back of his head.  Bucky moaned and shuddered at the tingling sensation along his scalp.  “Fuck, do that again,” he whimpered.  She smirked as she did it again, and his hips snapped into her harder.  Y/N squealed at the rougher treatment, her fingers tugging harder at his hair and her hips trembling.  “You like it rough, doll?” he groaned.

She felt a little embarrassed but nodded, her mouth agape in a silent moan.  Bucky smirked, adjusting himself so he was face to face with her, his knees bracing more on the bed, then started fully snapping his hips into her.  His previous hesitation and stress was being overshadowed by his desire, his face frowning in pleasure rather than worry.  His nose nuzzled around her face, his lips kissing her haphazardly as he watched her face contort through different stages of ecstasy.  Y/N could feel the pressure deep in her belly building again, his cock dragging it out of her slowly but desperately.  

“Buck, I…I’m gonna, oh my god!” Y/N moaned, her voice getting higher pitched as her orgasm approached like a freight train.

“Let me have it, Y/N.  Fuck, I wanna feel you cum on me.  Cum on my cock!” he begged.  His metal hand cupped the side of her face, and she placed her hand on top of it like that first night they kissed.  “My babydoll.  God, I love you.”

“I love you,” Y/N whimpered.  His hips snapped just right and she finally came, her loud moan echoing in her room as she shook beneath him, her nails digging down his back.  

Bucky shuddered hard against her as her pussy clamped down around him, his forehead pressed firmly against hers as his mouth dropped open.  His hips stilled as he came inside her, rutting occasionally as his cock pumped her full of everything he had.  He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans and whimpers as they gasped for air.  When his body relaxed on top of her she hugged him, kissing the metal meeting his skin on his shoulder again, then twisting her head to kiss his metal palm.  “Are you okay?” she asked him quietly.

He nodded against her cheek.  “Yes, fuck babydoll,” he groaned.  “That was…perfect, thank you.  Thank you for trusting me,” he kissed up her face again.  “For helping me.  For loving me.”  His voice broke on the last words, his metal thumb caressing under her eye.  

Y/N smiled up at him.  “Thank you for trusting me with this, with you,” she replied.  “Did that all feel okay?  You didn’t feel pressured to do anything, did you?”

“No, no no no,” Bucky shook his head, kissing the tip of her nose in reassurance.  “You were perfect, doll.”  

She sighed happily.  “Good.  You deserve all the love you can get in this life.”

He nuzzled her nose and smiled.  “I’m looking at it right now.”

THE END

[knightyoomyoui]

[COMMISSION] LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT  | TWICE x Male Reader | CHAPTER 1: "A Nightmarish First Encounter"

Welcome to another brand new TWICE fic series of mine! This story will serve both as an adaptation and a soft reboot of the TWICE horror-comedy book titled “Living With Vampires” written by SaiDaChae29 published in 2020 which was sadly left discontinued until this day. For this one, it scrapped some of the parts from the original while others were kept and applied changes which will lead to its direct continuation. Special mention also to @nchris00 who ordered a commission and entrusted me to recreate this interesting story as his request. Hope this one won’t disappoint! Thank you so much again! -> Read the PROLOGUE here <- “LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT” By knightyoomyoui Commissioned by: @nchris00 Part: CHAPTER 1 : "A Nightmarish First Encounter" Word Count: 5,879

2 YEARS AGO

I knocked at the house where there was an old man living in there that I used to help throwing the garbage every night. As he opened the door, he greeted me with a curious gaze as soon as he saw me standing in front of his doorway.

“Jeonghoon? What is it?”

“Uhh hey pops uhm… I was just wondering if you have some extra food left there?” It took some courage to ask that from him, since this is my first time begging from somebody straight into their home for some food to eat. Also, I just did this now from him because he only just know me as a hobo who helps people throw trash in their neighboorhood.

“I already ate the leftovers that I collected few days ago so… if you won’t mind, can I-”

“You came at the right time, Jeonghoon. Ofcourse I will.” He nodded understandably after cutting off my words. I didn’t find it disrespectful at all now that he responded the same thing I was expecting for him to say to me.

He left me in his doorway to grab something from his kitchen. I heard some metal clanging and probably procelains, maybe grabbing something from the plates. I was curious but I remained in his doorway, without any intention to come inside and do something that would break his trust.

Because I will never do that. I may have know how it feels to lose something… but just because it happened worse to me that doesn’t mean I have to make others feel what I felt.

It’s painful, enough to have your life get destroyed in an instant.

Which is what I’ve been going through these days. Imagine I was having these things for me too until that person I thought would be the nicest one among everyone took it all away from me and didn’t spare nothing.

I didn’t noticed I was too occupied at my thoughts when pops here even had to pat my chest twice to steal my attention. “Hey, are you okay young guy? You must be spacing out.”

“Oh u-uhm… I-I’m really sorry pops, I didn’t heard what you said.”

“No don’t worry, I just called your name repeatedly and you can’t hear me, so I checked up on you and I found you hear staring at nothing.” The old man waves it off for me. I looked at his hands and he was carrying a tupperware of the food he cooked for dinner.

“I cooked too much that I wasn’t able to finish it all, that’s why I said that you came here at the right time because I feel a bit dismayed at leaving this extra for tomorrow.” Pops said to me. He handed it to me and I accepted it.

“Do you want to eat here?”

“I would be honored, pops but I think i’m fine out there. I would like to grab some fresh air afterwards.” 

He nodded and he took my answer well. “Okay, eat well Jeonghoon.”

“Thanks a lot again, pops. Good night.”

“You too, kid.”

I bowed again to double the respect I have for his kindness and he smiled softly for me because I helped him close the door. I looked at the beef steak he has for me and probably this is the first day since I lost a home that I smiled with pure genuine.

I looked for some spare bench here along the road and thankfully I found one where I can sit and enjoy this meal I have tonight. I opened the container and smelled the food, oh it was surely mouth-watering and fragrant. 

I prayed as my gratitude to have this kind of food despite of my poor situation. Without wasting much time, I grabbed the spoon he gave for me and I ate my dinner in less than three minutes, an effect of the hunger I was tried to hold onto since earlier.

After I finished my dinner, I went to my scraps to place this in a plastic so that I can return this to pops tomorrow. Then I went back at the spot where I decided to sleep along with my carton as my sleeping mat to make myself more comfortable.

I laid on the couch and stared at the stars above, deeply wondering what the future still awaits for me even after my life had its rock bottom state. Will I still be able to save myself and get back up to slowly reclaim what I never lost in the first place or… if I will be lucky…

Is there someone else out there who will be willing to lend me a hand and assist me with it?

I don’t know exactly, but not gonna lie I don’t lose hope yet. Well, I just think that’s what I should do while I’m still breathing and living you know? I don’t want to waste this opportunity yet, that’s why i have to find a way to look for something that will add more purpose of why i’m living right now. 

I still believe that just because we lost something in our life doesn’t mean we remain worthless forever. 

Anyways, enough of these deep thoughts. I just want to relax myself and call this a day. I just hope there’s a karma awaiting for that person who made me like this. There’s no instances that someone can just ran away freely after doing something reckless to others who did nothing wrong to them.

I closed my eyes and breathe deeply before I let my body soak into slumber.

However, few hours later I suppose, well since I don’t have a watch or a clock -I do have my phone with me but it’s still lowbat since I didn’t get to have my charger with me when I got abandoned-, my ears caught something irritating that woke my senses back up even if it doesn’t want to yet since it’s still midnight.

It was gibberish loud and since it’s slightly audible, I can tell that those noises were coming just nearby from me. I slowly opened my eyes and I blinked rapidly as I try to hear the noises again that caused my peaceful sleep to be rudely interrupted.

I groaned as my reaction before I stood back up. The sound became much clearer now, and I grabbed some of the words they’re talking about. Not being overly interested in gossips, but I do caught that they’re talking about ‘paying something because it’s already due’ thingie.

I looked around to find out what it is, and what I saw didn’t gave me a surprise, it just explained why the sound was so close to me.

There are three kids being cornered by a tandem of intimidating guys cornering them from left to right as they ask them about something.

They’re too busy at what they’re talking about so I tried to hid myself from the nearby lamppost to eavesdrop their conversation more.

“That’s a part of our deal, and we told you that each of us would respect our rules and roles here. We let you borrow our money… and you have to pay us back on the due date.” The guy on the right said, and he’s talking directly at that tallest kid who looks like he’s protecting those two little kiddos he has with him from them.

“I’m telling you sir please, I’m going to pay for it I know about that! It’s just that what I’ve been saving as of now isn’t enough yet to reach that amount.” He replied while trembling in fear.

“And do you think it’s a good thing that even if you don’t want your deadline to pass, you have no choice but to let it? Do we look like we are nice enough to give a second chance?” The left guy said, stepping forward to scare the three kids more.

I understood their situation now. So this kid took a loan agreement with them and these guys are the sharks who are trying to collect the money they gave to the kid as per the agreement says. I get it that they’re just following the rules but… does it really have to come this way?

“Look kid, you better do something right now to pay what you requested for us or else… we are the ones who will look for an alternative.”

“And hey man, I think I know what we should took rather.” He grinned evilly at his partner on the right before his sight landed on the kids.

He tried to reach the arm of that little guy but the tallest one sways his hand away to avoid having contact with the kid. “Get your hands off from them!”

Wait… oh no, are they thinking about the kids being the substitute payment for this guy’s balance?

“Then pay us right now or else you won’t be going to see these rats ever again!”

“No please, I’m begging you leave them out of this!” He shook his head and tried to rid them away while pleading for mercy.

“Shut up!” The left dude pulled his wavering hand at them and shoo-ed him away from the kids. My eyes largened and felt nervous for this guy and what these dudes would do to the poor kids who are crying now in fear.

“THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!!”

“WELL THEY ARE NOW, BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT THEM INTO THIS MESS YOU SHOULD’VE AVOIDED IF ONLY YOU COULD’VE PAID US!” The right dude locked his grip on this kid’s slim arm. It tried to force himself out of the hold until this kid tried to bit his knuckle, making the dude scream in pain.

“AAAAISSSHHH, YOU LITTLE DEVIL!” He shook his hand before looking at the kid dangerously and unexpectedly slapped its face.

“No… NO!!!” The guy tried to approach the dude but he only received a huge blow onto his midsection, shutting him off. 

I couldn’t take this sight anymore, so I have to do something for these younglings. I know I’m not that much of a skilled person when it comes to self-defense or challenging somebody in a combat but… I can’t just let these kids to end up somewhere with fate unknown in the hands of these bastards.

Stupidly, I quickly went out of my hiding and tensely approached the dudes who are double-teaming the tall guy before they try to bring the kids with them. I noticed also that the black van that is parking on the side of the road belongs to them.

“HEY! Didn’t you heard what he said!” My puny self yelled at them with bent toughness. “He said they have nothing to do with your problem, so leave them alone!” I said while I eyed the kids who are looking at me right now with their pitiful watery eyes.

“And who the fuck are you?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just a random guy on the streets that you two bitchasses ruined his sleep with your annoying rumblings.” I said with much confidence with them. This is the hilarious thing about me, I’m so brave at trashtalking bullies but when they come at me, I’m like a flower who easily covers itself for protection.

In short, I don’t know how to fight back with fists. Great.

“Well, is that so? We don’t give a shit about your beauty sleep, so turn around now, mind your business and you can get yourself back to your little sleep because we’re almost done here. How about that?” The left dude said as he tugged the hair of the tall guy’s hair, making him yelp at the sting it must have caused on his scalp.

I hissed irritably at the stubbornness of this loser. I sighed deeply then went back to arguing with them when I noticed that the dudes were about to carry the kids with them through the van. The tall guy looked at me, crying and pleaded.

“Please… mister… they can’t get away…”

“TYLER!!!” An old man suddenly shouted this guy’s name. I saw that he just came out of the door from this huge looking place. Then I figured out it’s name plastered on top of the entrance.

“ORPHANAGE”

Wait a minute? Orpha- so these kids are orphans? Now I know why this Tyler guy is so protective with these kids and highly concerned for them. Plus, their home is actually just right in front of them! That means they were about to head home when these bad dudes blocked them off from doing so.

“HEY, W-WHERE ARE THEY TAKING THEM!” The old guy saw the dudes carrying the kids who are crying and trying to wiggle off in their arms to escape.

I looked at them and breathe drelpy before I let my urges control me.

I ran immediately and just before they’re about to open the sliding door of their van, I pushed them both off into the ground, while apologetically involving the kids on the ground. I just thought that it’s the better way to stop them by getting distracted at the kids bodies colliding with them as they fall.

“GO, RUN!” I commanded the kids who were a bit confused at what I just did. I looked at both of them and they got my signal. They stumbled to stand but luckily they are able to ran back from Tyler and the old man. 

“You son of a bitch, look what you just did!” The dude who is laying down beneath me suddenly kicked me on the leg, effectively making me kneel on the ground at how painful it is to endure while standing.

As I was busy seething off the pain, the other dude took the advantage by blowing me in the back of the head with his hammered fists. I faceplanted on the ground and then I felt my entire body filled with shots coming from their attacks.

They kicked me with pure despise. It stopped for a while until I felt by body getting rolled and face up, the dude straddled me and gave me repeated punches to the face before my sight went blurred and complete black.

My eyes suddenly sprung up, and what greeted me was a view of a girl who seemed like she flinched a little when my eyes opened. Her head is upside down, so I figured that she’s looking at me from the edge of… wait, am I laying down on a couch?

“Jihyo-unnie! There’s a man sleeping on our couch!!!” The girl suddenly shouted for her Jihyo-unnie. I guess that was her sister or something but hold up, where was I?!

I made the hardest and most painful sat-up I ever did in my entire life, as I feel like my abdomen are tightening while I’m doing it. My head also feels a little dizzy so I groaned and hold it for support before I turned around.

And where the hell was I? Why am I in a very cozy looking room filled with women sitting around in front of me.

What I first noticed was the girl who is staring at me upside down, she is indeed on the edge of the couch on my side looking suspicious at me with her knitted brows.

Then on the other hand was the rest of the girls with her. The first one is wearing a purple T-shirt with a girl character on its chest, she’s watching the TV in the floor along with the pale-looking girl who I can almost compare her similarity to Snow White because of how bright her skin was.

The other ones on the couch were this girl with long legs, wolfcut haired, and in black t-shirt building a Lego figure on a table and the one beside her is a very gorgeous looking one with uhm… enticing thighs, sitting like a ball and very focused on her phone.

I seriously don’t know who are these girls and why did I end up here, but for now I’ll just leave what will happen to me based on their actions… but ofcouse that doesn’t mean I won’t do something about it.

“W-who are you?” I asked the long-hair girl with tattoos. “And how did I end up here?”

“I was about to ask the same thing about you, Mr. Nobody.” She crossed her eyes and popped the bubble gum she was chewing. “We just woke up and I just went down when we found you here laying so comfortably here in our dorm like it’s yours.”

Dorm?

Where in the blue hell am I actually am right now, seriously?

“What did you say? A dorm?” I asked her again.

“Yeah! Are you deaf or something?”

“I seriously don’t know this place. I don’t even have any idea why I’m here!” I felt embarassed when my raising voice accidentally caught the other girl’s attention, and now they’re looking at me with curiousity.

“Oh, he’s awake!” The girl in purple said. She doesn’t seemed to be frightened that a stranger is on a room with her friends, she rather sounds glee about it.

“Look wait, let me explain-”

“Tell that to her instead.” Chaeyoung flicked her head back when she sensed that a footstep is growing near from us. “Jihyo- unnie!!!”

“Yes yes I’m coming Chae, jeez.” This Jihyo said to her, sounding like she’s so done at this girl’s whiny voice. Oh, didn’t I just heard this tattoo girl’s name to be Chae?

While i was awaiting at this Jihyo’s arrival, Chae decided to scare me off with her gesturing me with her index finger that tells me I’m screwed… which was kinda effective and not at the same time because I don’t even know what this Jihyo can do and… her giving death warning isn’t suitable for a short girl like her with cute features.

I gulped but I hid my nervousness by glancing at her cluelessly at her. Then, a figure stood beside Chae, a short-girl one with large round eyes, almost had me questioning if she’s actually Korean or she’s half.

She was about to ask Chae but her eyes landed at me and just like how Chae greeted me when I woke up, she shared the same judgmental look.

“Who are you and what are you doing here in our place?”

“You asked exactly the same thing as this girl right here.” I pointed at Chae. “And I can’t give the answer as for you too, because I don’t even know how did I end up here.” I shrugged.

“Are you sure about that?” She raised her eyebrow to me, unsure if I was speaking the truth.

“She’s probably speaking lies, Jihyo-unnie! Who knows, maybe this idiot is an intruder!”

“Intruder?! I don’t even know how to lockpick or climb walls!” I said to this brat over here as I felt offended.

“Well guessing from that look of yours and how mysterious your identity are, you should be considered as one.” She traced my appearance from head and toe, as if she’s wondering why such a being like me is existing in this world.

“Look, I’m not as dumb as you think I am. I am very aware that such a hobo like me wouldn’t have even a slightest chance to enter or hell, own a dorm such luxurious as this!”

“Both of you, silence your mouths!” Jihyo stops me and Chae from having a war of words. “Chaeyoung is right, you better give us something you know or else we don’t have a choice but to call security and forcefully get you out of here.”

“Wait wait, I don’t know how but I’ll just tell you instead what I know!” I paused her after this irritating Chaeyoung even handed Jihyo her phone. She’s so obvious of making me look like I’m not very welcome here in their territory.

“But first uhm… where is your bathroom?” I said as my expression softened after sheepishly admitting that the nature is calling for my reproductive organs to release something in effect of my hydration.

“And what are you gonna do in there?” Jihyo questions me.

“She’s probably gonna try to run away, Jihyo unnie! Quick girls, block the-”

“I JUST WANT TO HAVE A BATHROOM BREAK, PLEASE.” I said as I hold my kidney spot tight, constricting my legs as I hold on my pee.

“Oh.” Jihyo reacted. “Cmon, Chae as if he’s gonna be out here by his own. Our lock is equipped with passcode remember?” She said as she patted Chaeyoung’s shoulder who seems sulking that she was proven wrong. “Anyways, the bathroom is on the right, you can see the hallway down here.”

“T-thanks”, I immediately stood up and bowed at them thankfully before I went for the location of it.

As I already reached the kitchen which is where the hallway that Jihyo mentioned was near at, I noticed that there’s another girl coming from upstairs coming rushing down and went for the fridge. She even ignored me as she just passed by at me.

I just gave her the same treatment and walked through the bathroom door but just as I was about to grab the knob and opened it, I heard what she said from behind that grabbed my attention.

“Ahhh… oh a fresh blood in the morning after a hangover is incomparably great!” 

I turned my body around slowly to look at Nayeon after what she just said, just want to confirm it if she’s joking or something.

But what I found out after was instead something much more serious to be like that.

I saw Nayeon holding a transparent pitchel filled with red substance on it while gulping its content with a glass on her other hand. She was kneeling in front of the open fridge.

It was like in the movies where a protagonist gets a camera shot where his or her figure gets zoomed in while the background shrinks as soon as that character finds something mind-blowing, that’s what it looked like to mr when I felt chills in my body.

“Nayeon, hurry up! I want that blood already!”

How in the fuck can they just pronouce that they are consuming blood so casually?! It’s nit even normal at all?!

Or else…

As Nayeon followed the voice where it came from, she caught my figure standing in the middle of the hallway, watching her in horror at the strange act she’s doing. I wished she didn’t even stopped, because she terrified me further when she leans away the glass from her, revealing her blood stained mouth.

“What the fuck… are you?” 

She stood up and left the kitchen as she starts walking towards me. I hurriedly turned the doorknob but it was locked. My heart beats even faster as I got confused and even more desperate to get myself away from this bloodlust woman.

It only stopped when my vision went back to pitch black as I couldn’t control my movement anymore.

I have no idea how long I snapped out, but in an instant i just recovered my consciousness back in this comfy couch again. This time, they aren’t around to be seen in what it seems to be their living room. However, I heard clanging noises from the back, I peeked to see what it is and there they actually are, all seated on their dining table with plates and foods all around their table.

The wolfcut girl was distributing the spoons for her roommates while the short-haired woman was assisting her on scooping up the foods for them. I was just silently watching them when someone caught.

“You’re back.” A girl that I haven’t seen yet spoke me as she faced her sitting posture onto me.

I just stared at us and she probably figured out that I haven’t met or know her yet. She chuckled and smiled as she realized it. “Join us.”

Her soft voice and elegant moves piqued my interest on her. She looks so gentle and very nice to get along with. Out of all the girls who I saw, my attention was pinned sharply at her. She just lets out an unexplainable aura that carries me to her.

I nodded and I stood up, which again caught their focus. Chaeyoung’s bright face turned back into an intense and angsty mood when she noticed me back alive again. Jihyo just looked at me seriously but my eyes averted more at this girl named Nayeon who was somehow avoiding her face at me.

I felt my heartbeat quicken again which caused my head to ache and feel a bit dizzy. I almost stumble but thankfully, the wolfcut girl caught my back. “You okay?”

“My head is a bit spiraling, but I’m good.”

“Yeah it’s better to eat first. I’ll give you a medicine after.”

She was about to direct me to their table but then I refused. “S-sorry, but can I go now? I don’t even have to be here, I’m sorry again for the incovenience that I caused-”

“Don’t disrespect unnie like that, now follow her and sit with us!” I didn’t expected that those inviting words, even though they were sounded a bit rude… came from Chaeyoung herself. I looked at her with shame and I just nodded in defeat. I don’t even want to try making this girl’s blood boil more if I already feeling weak.

Oh, great. Speaking about the blood.

As I slowly make my seat, my eyes are still staring at Nayeon who seems uncomfortable now with my look. I try to stop it but at the same time I’m just completely puzzled and disgusted at what I caught from her earlier.

“You can join us for breakfast, because what we learned about you gave me a bit of an assurance that there’s nothing wrong with you.” Jihyo said as she grabbed her spoon and fork before she nodded at the person in front of her from the distance to proceed as she starts eating her food.

It turns out to be the elegant girl sitting with the wolfcut girl and the one with tattoos beside her. “May we know your name first?” she asked me.

“J-Jeonghoon. Min Jeonghoon.”

“Do you remember how did you end up here in our dorm?”

I stopped for a while as I attempt to recall the last scenarios I’ve gone through, which was from last night… but it was like some sort of a missing puzzle pieces, because I couldn’t remember it entirely.

“A bit. All I know is just I beat up some guys because I caught them trying to abduct the siblings of this kid that they intimidate. I’m pretty sure I got knocked out, but… I really don’t know how am I now here, in this type if place with you all.” I explained.

“Someone brought you here with us. That person found you unconscious outside with a badly beaten body.” Jihyo starts to enlighten out the things I temporarily forgot.

“And you should be thanking right now at her.” She glanced back at the elegant girl who just smiled at me and nodded back. My eyes widened when I understood that she was the one who saved me. 

“I’m sorry if you haven’t met me a while ago when you woke up, I just went for some exercise in our gym.” She bowed her head. “My name’s Mina, and I’m the one who brought you here.”

“W-wait, but how…” 

“Since you couldn’t remember when you went through last night, I was a friend with the old guy who owns the orphanage and a guardian of those three kids you saved out there.” She started to narrate what previously happened. 

“He called me along with the police because well… lets say he knows me as someone he can entrust a lot about.” Mina shrugged. “I volunteered to get you healed here while the old guy reported the incident to the police so… that’s the reason how you end up here in our place.” 

I felt relieved and contented that I have an idea now of what I just did, that I was also responsible actually of bringing myself into here, sharing a room with these 9 girls that even though I never met them in my entire life, they seem to be good people and I can somehow try to connect and make myself trustworthy to them… in return of what Mina did to me.

“We learned from Tyler, the kid you saved that they were caught by the loan sharks and you went there to stop them from kidnapping his fellow orphans in exchange of his unpaid balance.” Jihyo said. “And your kind deed was enough to make me convince that maybe you’re not actually what we hope you won’t be. That’s why we talked about even thought Chaeyoung here was… still hesitant-”

“We still don’t know him, unnie! I won’t still trust him around us.” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes as she spatted a toxic gaze at her before returning to her food.

“Exactly what I was saying, but she was still right. We may be appreciating what you did for the kids Jeonghoon but… you got to prove us more. We still don’t know much with you yet.”

“But you’re now welcome to interact with us.” The wolfcut haired girl spoke to me with a nice smile. I felt grateful that they gave me a chance somehow even thought I ended up looking weird for them.

“Thank you so much, I will do my best, I promise.” I said to them, bowing respectfully. 

I started to eat along with them. While I was savoring how delicious the food was, my eyes caught this girl that I last seen drinking blood. I still can’t get it out of my head. As I get drown fron my curiosity, all of us flinched and got a mini heart attack when she suddenly stood up and slammed her fist on the table, towering at me with her deadly stare.

“CAN YOU STOP LOOKING WITH ME, I COULDN’T EAT PEACEFULLY WITH YOUR STARES! IF YOU WANT TO ASK ME ALREADY ABOUT THE BLOOD I DRANK EARLIER, THEN FREAKING DO IT ALREADY!”

All of us went silent while I found the other girl with bangs slapped her head frustratingly. We locked into a staring contest until Jihyo slids between.

“Nayeon! Calm down!”

“What did you just said, Nayeon unnie?!” Wolfcut asked her older friend which revealed to be her name as Nayeon. Her voice has sn evident disbelief in it. 

Nayeon realized what she just accidentally released in her mouth, so she quickly covered it with her palm as she nervously looked around at us especially to Jihyo.

“I-I’m sorry… I-”

“You heard her right.” I said as I still confronted Nayeon. “I caught Nayeon drinking blood from the fridge, even complimenting that it was the best thing to aid hangover.”

All of them gasped and this girl beside me who was using her phone earlier clicked her tongue thrice. Wait, did I mentioned already that she looks like the tallest of them all? Well, excluding me because her head is leveled just right on my shoulder.

“Do you girls know about this? Why is she drinking blood? What are you girls hiding from me?”

They all went suspiciously silent for a moment, my fear and nervousness is increasing my heartbeat’s rate at this point, being beware of their secret that hides their true identity.

“W-wait, Jeonghoon can you give us a minute to t-talk?”

“No more time needed, just tell me right away!” I stood up, feeling alarmed at them. They all posed a taken aback expression at my frightful demeanor.

“Are you girls belong in some crazy ass cult or what? Because you girls didn’t disposed the fact that she drank blood means one thing only that you girls know about this and this just seems normal to yall. Thinking that you girls ain’t normal makes me wanna leave this room already!”

“Jeonghoon, please wait!”

They all stood up at the same time, which even looked like more creepy to me. I stepped backwards, being defensive for myself. “NO! DON’T YOU DARE TAKE ANY MORE STEP COME NEAR ME!”

I looked at the door at the near end of the hallway, which helped me to plan what I have to do after. I gotta get out of this place as they all soon to come after me. I better hurry out and ran as fast as I can.

Just as I had a plan formulated in my mind, the elegant girl took our attention when she suddenly yelled that I couldn’t even consider if she actually yelled because of how light like a feather her voice was.

“W-we are v-vampires, that’s why!”

They all gasped unbelievably at their friend who just exposed and retreated at their guilt.

“MINA! WHY DID YOU SAY IT?!” The bangs girls got infuriated at her.

“I-I just couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t lie!”

“Shit… you all are…” I looked at them and soon the sight of them looking like these precious set of women goes shifting into this unimaginable monsters that I never wanted to come across with.

“Oh god… so that’s probably why you all took me, to feed me to become more healthy… so that later tonight you all can eat me and have my blood huh! You girls like the dark and a fresh blood, like what that girl said!” I hauntingly said while pointing at Nayeon who lowered her head, probably felt pain at my accusation.

“Guess what, you all can’t have it. Because I’M GETTING OUT OF HERE!”

“GIRLS, GET HIM!

I moved as fast as I can, sprinting to the door and tried to open it. I looked back to see all the girls except Jihyo, the wolfcut one, Nayeon, and the thighs girl not joining the rest who is chasing after me.

I realized that there’s a keypad underneath the knob. I remembered that Chaeyoung told me that I have no chance of getting out of here because their door is secured with a pass code.

OH SHIT! 

“HELPPP!!! HELP ME!!!”

I pounded the door as loud as I can before I felt the bangs girls tackled my lower part and pulled my legs, sliding me to the ground with my front colliding on the floor.

Meanwhile, Jihyo and the wolfcut girl was talking about something when I saw the tall girl suddenly speak with them.

“Just tell him the truth, unnie. We can’t do anything about it already. It’s too late.”

“Nowhere to run, Jeonghoon!” Chaeyoung said to me before she maniacally smugs and laughs. I saw a glimpse of her fangs growing wiith her pupils shrinking and eyes glowing into color red.

“GET OFF ME!!! NO, PLEASE!!! SOMEBODY SAVE M-RAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

The three of them just watched the rest pulled my body away from the door as I clawed in the front while screaming in dread and terror, with my fate unknown being at the possession of these girls who turned out to be vampires in disguise.

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The One Where They Build a Bed

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, R has nicknames, TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader, Thread the Needle oneshot, set during chapter 5, Best friend! Hobie, CW food mentions, FLUFF

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The floor under you sparkles in the yellow lamps Hobie scattered around the sparse bedroom. Having just moved in, the bedroom is spick and span with it's newly painted dark blue that you and the rest of the band helped paint; albeit there are streaks left on the wall and splotches of paint dotted along the floors. It's a pretty good painting job if you look at it from further away. Hobie doesn't seem to mind though as he busies himself with laying out all the pieces of his new bed frame.

Music filters in from the living room, you got to pick out a record this time since Hobie and the others picked the songs while they were helping around in the houseboat. The rushing of water from outside keeps you awake as you mend another hole in his bedsheet. Hobie notices you blinking away sleep, teasing you with a sudden loud clap near your face.

Laughing, Hobie quickly flinches away before you could grab his hand and take a playful bite just like he predicted. “I knew you'd do that, Gromit.” He turns to the giant box again, hiding his tender smile behind the cardboard box.

“And you're always too quick for me.” You're glad he's turned away from you lest he notices how you look at him like he's everything to you. He is, but he doesn't know that. Not yet anyway.

“Nah, there were a few times you got me.” Hobie heaves the biggest part of the bed, it's a simple dark varnished wood with carved lines along the sides.

You puff out your chest proudly when you remembered the times you bit him after he decided to tease you. “Once during our first summer job at the record store and that one time at that pancake place.”

He sighs, taking out a small toolbox from the almost empty closet. “Now I want flapjacks.”

“We can get some after this.”

Hobie side eyes you with a soft look. “You askin’ me out, Gromit?”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat for a moment whilst his piercings shine in the yellow light. After a moment of slight panic, you flick a roll of thread at him, landing on his foot. “We just ate.”

Hobie chuckles as something flashes behind his eyes. “You were the one who suggested it, love.” He picks up the booklet of instructions, skimming through it before tossing it over his shoulder.

You blink, scoffing. “Wha— we needed that!”

“I read it.” He shrugs, pushing and sliding the tool bag over to you, metal clinking against metal. “Come help me like you wanted to.”

Dropping the bedsheet, you close the small distance over to the tool bag and sitting down cross legged a few paces away from him. “You skimmed it, Hobs.” Stretching, you try to grab the fallen booklet, paper brushing along your fingertips. You struggle to get it while Hobie watches with amusement.

“D’you need help?” His tone is laced with sarcasm.

“Nope, I got…” You finally reach it, grabbing it and sitting back in place. “It!”

“Congratulations.” You roll your eyes. He sits down, hand filled with screws that he places next to him. “Now hand me the screwdriver.”

“Say please.”

Hobie's hand reaches out over to you, fingers flexing, and sighing as he huffs. “...please.”

You tamp down a laugh. “Of course, Hobie. Anything for you, Hobie.” He snatches the tool from your hand with a playful glare. “No thank you?”

He pats the floor next to him, and then he waves the tool in front of his face. “I'll say thank you once you give me the right screwdriver.”

“That's the right screwdriver.” You dig into the bag, exhaling once you see the other tool that matches the screws he's practically shoving in your face. “Fine,” with the right tool in hand, and the bag in the other, you stand up to sit next to him and the piles of wood. You place the screwdriver in his waiting hand, his face is smug as he elbows your arm playfully.

“Thank you, Gromit.” He utters genuinely.

You nudge right back, “you're welcome, Wallace.” Meeting with his eyes, you smile kindly before you return your attention towards the instructions.

You have no idea how you made his heart leap in his chest from the simple look.

“Says here that you should do the legs first before the one you're currently bolting in.” You don't hear him reply nor grunt in return. So you look back at him, missing how he's tenderly gazing upon you when he turns away a second before you could see it. “Hobs, it says here to do the legs first.”

“I know what ‘m doin'.”

“I didn't know you're a bed frame expert.”

He stops his hands, slowly craning his neck to look at you with his nose scrunched. “We just started and we're already arguin’.” Dropping the screwdriver, metal clanging on the hardwood floor, he narrows his eyes. “The curse is right.”

Laughing, you hit his shoulder with the booklet. “What curse?”

“That when friends put together a piece of furniture they end up fightin’ and endin’ their relationship.” Hobie cups your shoulder and tilts his head. After years of friendship, you still have no idea if he's serious or not. “I think you should go home.���

After a second, you make a sound from the back of your throat, shoving his hand away. “That's not real. If anything would've ended our friendship, it would be the time you accidentally wore one of my projects thinking it was one of my jackets only to accidentally spill paint on it.”

“In my defense, I made it better.” He cracks his façade as a smile slowly creeps on his lips.

“Right,” you start to stand up. “I'm going home.” You're completely joking, hiding your smile by turning away.

Hobie grabs your hand, looking up at you through his lashes. “‘m jokin’, please stay.” You surrender, sitting back down with a pout. “See, I told you that it ends relationships.”

“I'm going to end you if you don't stop saying that.” You glare at him, genuinely not wanting to end your relationship with your best friend over a cheaply made bed frame. He understands what you truly meant, and shares the same sentiment.

He grabs your cheeks, squeezing it until you no longer pout but your glare stays as he tries to make it up to you. “It’s a test of our friendship then. But I know we're stronger than this bed frame.”

“A well placed kick on it is stronger than the frame.” You move to bite at his hand once again, but he's again too fast for you as he removes his hands on your cheek. You won't tell him that you wanted his warmth to stay just a little bit longer. “Why'd you even buy it when your mattress is older than the queen herself?” You decide to build according to the instructions while he continues what he wants to do.

“Oi, watch it, I paid good money for this.” The sound of wood clicking together by screws fills the room as waves lap against the sides of the houseboat that rocks back and forth softly. “It's strong, the bloke who sold it to me even jumped up and down to show how strong it is. ‘sides, my old one was being held together by duct tape.”

“Sure, Hobs, I believe the salesman who wanted to make his commission.” You sarcastically say.

“Wanna bet?” His face is suddenly close to you, breath fanning across your cheek. You turn slowly, poking his cheek as he smiles.

“No, because it'll be an easy win for me.”

“We'll test it out then.” He doesn't realize the double meaning of his words once it's already out of his mouth. You do though, judging from how you blink slowly as if you're trying to let the words sink in. And how your lips are slightly parted, to which he flicks his eyes at briefly. “I mean—” He clears his throat, leaning away as your cheeks heats up and his heart thumping loudly that he's sure that you can hear.

“I–I know what you meant, Hobie.” You absentmindedly read the instructions while he mentally slaps himself.

For a while, an awkward silence hangs around the room, stifling Hobie as he works on the next piece of the bed frame. He can't handle it, so to stop the awkwardness, he throws a single screw at you. The metal lands in the middle of the instruction booklet while you were reading how to combine the pieces you and Hobie made.

“What?” You move to stare at him while he whistles innocently, hands busy with a piece of the frame. “Are you bored already?”

“Yeah, because my personal chatterbox stopped talkin'.” He smirks at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Your personal chatterbox has a splinter in her finger.” You fake a frown.

His eyes widen for a moment before scooching closer to take and inspect your hand that you showed him. “Shit, where?” He roams his eyes around your palm, fingers brushing gently along the pads of your fingers. “I don't see it, love.”

You teasingly tilt your head, a smile ghosting over your lips. “It’s there somewhere.”

“Where's the torch—?” He pauses as he hears you snicker. Looking up, he drops your hand but not letting go of it as he sees the mischievous expression on your face. “You little shit.” Grinning, Hobie squeezes your hand once before reluctantly letting go. He looks into your eyes, wanting to say something, anything to keep his mind from wanting to kiss you. For a hot second, you think he's about to say something that you two have been longing to hear. “D’you want tea?”

You exhale, hand placed on his arm like it's magnetic. “Only if you let me help.”

“Good,” he pats the back of your hand where it rests on his arm. “I don't want to dig around my boxes alone.”

‘You’ll never be alone,’ You wanted to say, but you could only stand up, hand reaching down to him as you help him up to his feet.

—

After what seems to be forever, (technically two hours and thirty minutes) the bedframe is finally built. It's bigger than you thought, enough for you and Hobie to comfortably sleep in. You shake the thought out while you wrangle the bedsheet on top of the mattress.

“Catch.” Hobie tosses a pillow with a new pillow case at you, smacking you on the face. “You didn't catch it.” He laughs, the sound echoing around the room.

“Yeah, no shit.” You throw it at the end of the bed, tired and too sleepy to retort something clever.

“I can drive you back to your dorm.” Of course he notices, sitting on the edge of the bed, he slips the end of the bed sheet neatly; finishing up the nicely made bed.

You drop yourself face first on the bed, cheek squished on a pillow. “Too sleepy.” You also don't want to go back home when your unfinished project is waiting for you there.

“Yeah, it's late. D’you want to stay the night?” Hobie lays down next to you, head facing your tired face. “I still have your PJ's from last time.” He's whispering, careful not to turn your fatigue to frustration, especially when you're stressed about your final project.

It's not the first time you and Hobie slept on the same bed, still, it makes your heart jump at thought. “The red checkered pair?” You softly reply back, completely relaxed into the bed.

“I think so, yeah.”

You fight a yawn. “Can I stay? I don't want to intrude. It is your first night here.”

“If its you? Intrude away, love.” His pinky grazes your own, you instinctively lace your finger around his. “Soon, this'll be your place too.”

You beam at him, squeezing his finger, restraining yourself from embracing him. “Okay, I'll stay the night.” The gentle rocking of the houseboat lulls you to sleep.

Patting your hand, he lets go before standing up. “I'll get your pajamas for you—” something hard hits his foot, looking down, he picks up a lone screw. “Ah shit.”

You sit up, elbows propping yourself. “What is it?” You ask blearily.

Hobie guffaws, showing you the screw. “I think we forgot one.”

You can't help but laugh despite the fatigue. He pockets it in his jeans, keeping it safe, a memorabilia of the time you helped him build his bed.

[blueberryarchive]

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ still working on it. smut (non-con, mnster fucking, long tongue, bg dck! jimin, somnophilia, forced voyeurism?) scary (?) confusing, angst.

If there is a God, he must be a cynical, cruel, tentative being.

Jimin squeezed his chin hard, his skull throbbing, eyes fixed on your wool coat-clad back. He was beginning to hate that olive green macrame that contorted in your tense muscles that you hadn't let him see for a couple of weeks.

Jimin thought that maybe it was your period the reason you didn't want him to touch you, that the headaches at night were from the stress of being so far from society. 

He always tried to be a good husband: making you tea, murmuring sweet nothings to you before going to sleep, giving you your space while he took Pepper for a walk to the lake. But winter has gotten crueler, the naked trees are like veins in the eyes of the white sky, pulsant and hideous, and your wall has grown in size. 

The nights have become silent. You only know how to do one activity besides sleeping: cooking. Mainly meats: grilled, baked, stewed and steamed. With spices, drunk in wine, boiled with basil, cut into pieces, and shredded by hand. Jimin started to hate the pungent smell of dead cows. 

Every night, you ate quietly at the table, and for Jimin to get the words out of you, it felt like he had to put his hand down your throat and spread them on the table. Barely audible, barely sentences.

It was a late winter afternoon, Jimin had tried to be flirty for the first time in a while since there was little time before he had to work again, and he wouldn't see you again for months.

It was a simple kiss on your neck that made your skin crawl, and you almost cut yourself with the knife in fear.

He was now sitting at the island, the kitchen illuminated by the grayish sun of cold afternoons. You were cutting the fat from a calf with the precision of a butcher. Jimin had both hands covering his mouth, thoughtful.

"Mom asked about you. I told her you were at the lake." He murmured to cut the tension of that odd rejection.

"I was sleeping." You put the knife aside, looking for another piece of meat in the refrigerator. Almost four pounds on the table, but Jimin didn't want to engage in your weird fucking activities.

"I've already told her like twice that you've been sleeping, she'll think you're sick or something."

You did not answer.

"I'm fine, it's just the nightmares. I don't sleep at night."

"I know, I know." Jimin sighed. 

He felt sorry about every time he found you curled up on the living room furniture, sweaty and breathing fast; you were sleeping but seemed forced. 

"When we go to Joon's house in the summer, we'll look for a doctor."

Your head tensed, tilting. Then you denied it.

"Don't you want to see a doctor?"

"I'm not going to Namjoon's house this year." You huffed like it was obvious.

Jimin frowned, both hands falling to the cold marble in surprise.

"But this year I'm bringing my parents to meet you, Namjoon is getting married in July, I don't-" he snapped, but you shook your head again while still doing your mechanical cut and throw movement.

Jimin cleared his throat, and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

"What?" You responded innocently.

"You really don't want to see my mom?"

"Jimin, I'm getting tired of this."

"What are you going to do, take another nap?"

The blood from the meat on your hands began to drip down to your wrists, the metallic smell causing you a voracious appetite.

"You want wine with the grill?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

You sighed, counting to ten. Just a few more hours.

"You can invite her to the cabin, if that's what you want. God knows how much we need someone else in this place."

"I already told you we'll go in a week."

"Without consulting me."

"What should we talk about? We've been planning this for a year."

"I don't feel like going anymore."

"These days you don't feel like doing shit."

You chopped the carrots on the bloody board, the chopping making noises in the immense silence between the two of you.

"It's like you want me to leave." He spoke.

You stood up when you pressed the knife on the cutting board; the tip stuck into the wood. 

That violence, pure and irrational force.

You looked at him with erratic eyes, Jimin didn't know if you were offended or not. Your hands clenched the counter, and your lips trembled trying to say something.

When you lowered your gaze, Jimin knew that your shoulders had not collapsed because of his tone, but because what he said was true.

"Oh my God, I'm right." A pained laugh. His body leaned back on the island that separated you two. "Is there anyone else?"

Silence.

Jimin's skin chilled when before turning to the meat again, barely visible, he saw a tiny smile lining your lips. Self-conscious and cruel.

Before he could think, the sweet husband's façade had broken and with long steps, he approached until he turned you over with his fists in that damn coat. You looked at him with wide eyes, and you wiped your mouth as if the fact that Jimin was going to kiss you disgusted you. The blood of the calf covers your lips.

You were cruel, and he wanted so much to love you, to hug you and hit that distant look on your features. To squeeze your cheeks and spit in your face so you get off that fucking cloud. That you wouldn't look at him with so much hate, with that thousand-yard stare. Take that fucking knife and put it near your beautiful neck and scream 'LOVE ME AGAIN, I FUCKING DESERVE IT'.

"You think this is a fucking game? I've been wanting things to go back to normal since October, but you," His nose wrinkled. "You have become nothing, you are just another object in this useless old cabin."

Your eyes seemed to get closer and closer to Jimin's, your pupils dilating.

"And even as an object I can't fuck you, you're useless." He let go of your coat and walked away, each word dying in his throat. He couldn't believe that he could talk to his wife like that, what kind of man was he?

Then, a single person came to his head.

"Are you seeing Ryan?"

Ryan was the one who sold the land to Jimin, every now and then he would pass by the road and stop to drink coffee and fish in the lake with Jimin. It's not that Ryan is an attractive man, nor a man who knew how to talk to women because he was a first-class hermit. He was not a man you would cause your marriage to fail with...

...Right?

"That's it. I'm going to sell the house."

"No." You were quick, your shoulders rose as if a puppeteer had lifted your strings, and you trembled again, denying.

"No, please."

"So it is because of Ryan?'

You inhaled all the air in the room, your eyes a predator. 

"Ryan is a parasite in front of him, filth, a mere fly on the wall." You barked causing echoes to reverberate off the walls of your boyfriend's chest. Your trembling fingers covered your mouth instantly.

The knife in your hand, the fingers bloody from the fresh meat, that green coat that you didn't take off, the tangled hair. Jimin didn't recognize you, your sweetness had turned bitter; like a viscous liquid made from plants. Raw and strange.

"You're a fucking whore." His voice trembled, the sting of tears wanting to flow like shooting water.

He took his coat, with a whistle he called Pepper and they both went with a roar through the wide, dense forest.

The afternoon became denser in the forest, the leaves did not move and Pepper spent the entire way sniffing the trees, howling at the birds that passed by without squawking. Jimin put a hand in his coat, the other looking for some signal to call Hoseok, his mother, the damn police. Whoever.

He found his headphones in his jacket and placed them on top of his head, connecting them to his cell phone. He turned on the Bluetooth.

Connected.

"Come on, fuck." He mumbled until Hoseok's number started ringing in his ears. It rang once, twice, five times before he could hear anything.

"Seok, couldn't you last longer to answer the damn call?" The lake did not move, his boots made the wood of the dock squeak as he walked from one side to the other. 

"No, I just need you to help me with something, I don't want Joon or my mom to worry, but I need you to find a doctor and come here...p-preferably someone with knowledge of mental problems."

Disconnected.

"Hello? Hoseok, hello." He repeated, turning on the Bluetooth again. 

"No, it's just a little seasonal depression, but I don't want it to escalate into something worse."

Disconnected.

"Shit, fucking headphones." On impulse, he grabbed the device with the cell phone and threw it as hard as possible into the gray water.

And with the cell phone falling, he glimpsed the pale skin of a being on the other side of the lake, it didn't look like a bear or a deer. Pepper started barking, loud and fast.

"Quiet." Jimin tried not to alarm the creature emanating from the foliage, his dark eyes approaching the evening light.

Jimin stayed still until he saw how the creature's feet approached the tip of the other dock, his eyes narrowed to see his own reflection, blonde hair, and the same features. A being as tall and wide as a log, he was wearing a coat that Jimin had given up for lost months ago, but it was dirty and torn due to the size of the beast.

He was seeing a Behemoth in his own skin. A dim Jimin, a monster, an abomination of himself.

His feet began to move as the animal threw itself toward the water in his direction. Pepper stayed behind him, but he couldn't think of saving her. He was going to die.

He prayed it was a hallucination of his tired brain, a joke of his own mind. But he could hear the earth tremble with each approaching footstep.

Every tree looked the same, the path home had vanished and all he could do was scream for his mother, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Mom, please, help. Help." He screamed as his feet were grabbed, the wet earth choking on his whimpers.

"Help!" The creature screamed even louder, in the same voice but drowned.

Crawling wasn't worth it, the creature had grabbed him by his hair and flipped him over. Seeing his face, rough and full of scratches, caused an abominable pain in Jimin's chest; he wanted to vomit out his organs and die before continuing with this terrifying reality.

The last thing he remembers is his head crashing into a log, the guttural roar of his mammoth twin, and the green inferno engulfing his body as he falls to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, Jimin was in his room, his body tied to a couch in the corner. His mouth was muffled with a kitchen rag: the disgusting, metallic taste of the beef made him nauseous.

His eyes were guided to where your body was lying, you had the Prince t-shirt that Jimin had given you on. Your wet hair, the smell of coconut shampoo, the shower running in the other room, Pepper's howling in the distance. This was the first time you looked so angelic in a long time, so peaceful in your own dreams.

He couldn't move, his body felt heavy and slow. His fingers moved, his eyes too but it was as if it was a ghost of his body.

You sighed suddenly. With his hair standing on end, Jimin tried to call you but his voice didn't come out of his lips, a mere hoarse. Word dust.

Your body stood up unsteadily. You rolled your head to the entrance and smiled: there it was, on all fours, his mouth dirty with blood from the meat you had saved for him, those cupped pupils that you missed.

His body crawled closer until it reached your knees where he pressed his huge hand on one of your thighs, the wine bottle running down your body with each touch.

"Love," he roared until he climbed and transformed into a tower above you, nearly seven feet of pure dedication. You fed him daily with everything you had in the house. "My love."

That's what he called you. Jimin shook his head in the corner, his eyes threatening to close, his neck stretched out trying to reach you uselessly.

"Ah," his pale black tongue unrolled to reveal discolored pills at the tip.

You stuck out your tongue and let the creature's hands squeeze your neck so you would open wide, open better so his tongue would enter directly into your throat. The tickling in your esophagus from the movement of the wet muscle had your core tight.

When you stuck your tongue out, saliva connected both of your mouths, your eyes tilted; drunk and in love.

"More," he claimed, taking your small body in his hands until he had you anchored to his waist, both legs dangling. His fingers tore away what was covering your pussy, and Jimin could see the marks on your body, some yellowish about to fade, others a vivid red.

You lowered his sweat with the balls of your feet, his thick red cock throbbing at your entrance. Your body began to feel the effect of the sleeping pills, turning you into a nebula hanging from a warm mass.

When the tip entered you screamed into his chest, your nails scratching the flesh until it bled. The monster groaned in pain and knocked you to the ground causing the floor to shake with the weight of both of you.

You didn't have time to complain as his sharp teeth clamped down on your shoulder to keep you from moving as he took his cock all the way in, blood pouring from your shoulder.

The pain was such that you imagined how the inside of your organs was breaking, the bones creaking under his hands on your breasts, your voice becoming a thread until it was silent with each roar in your ear.

The watery, repetitive sound. The bulbous tip covered in juices went in and out so easily that the fabric covering your stomach seemed like it wanted to tear at any moment.

"Fuck, fuck, Minnie. Hurts good." It was like you were communicating with a caveman, but your brain didn't function properly when it came to him.

"Good, I like hurting you." Thick, dark blood ran down to his chin as his tongue smothered you again. Your eyes closing, your hands trapped in one of his. Your moans cover the dark heart of the beast with a soft layer until your limbs gave up, unconscious and so wet for them.

Little human trapped in his forest, an inferior being praising a God she does not understand out of pure lust. You were adorable, warm inside, you made him big and unstoppable and he thanked you by filling you with his cum every night after you fed him. That was your only request, every time.

Now he was named Minnie and you shouted his name every time he did something right. Learned words like more, hurt, inside, want, fuck.

And just because he molded himself into something you already had, you adored him.

His tongue came out to snake around one of your breasts, his wide, long thumb holding your mouth open. Your dead eyes casually open to see your tied husband, your head wobbling and arms hagging in the air with every pounding like a rag doll.

He couldn't bare it, you were being raped in front of his eyes, and he couldn't do anything else than stare at your unconscious body, like a fucking parasite, filth, a simple fly on the wall. 

With a few steps, the creature approached Jimin, leaving your warm body on his lap. Your eyelids throbbed softly regardless of how the demon destroyed your pussy with every crash of his hips. 

Your lips were wet with foreign blood, wet hair stuck to your temples, and open hands that fell to each side of the furniture.

You looked like the girl he had that morning when he showed you the cabin, like the one from the first night when you two made love on the living room rug, like the one that bathed naked in the lake even though someone could see her. 

A nymph, just a beautiful wildflower.

And Jimin knew at that moment why that beast had you in his claws, why he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed you to wake up from your sweet dream. 

When you looked up and saw your husband's face, Jimin knew that he had to give up, because that thousand-yard look was a path that was forbidden to him, that he did not know and could not learn.

You were no longer his but from the forest. A red and grotesque fairy, who moaned instead of singing and collected bones instead of flowers.

And yet you were more beautiful than ever.

You smiled at Jimin and your hands moved down his face to remove the dish towel and kiss him like you've never done before. The sulfuric smell of a dead animal on your soft lips was enchanting.

"Oh, God, yes." You whispered in your sleepy voice.

The Beast bruised your hips until pumping your pussy with cum, thick and gray.

You and Jimin looked at the growling monster, picking up pieces of the wooden floor with its long nails. They looked up, and exhaled deeply, snorting like an angry bull seeking respect.

Before you could say anything, he was gone. Leaving your bruised body between your tied husband's legs.

Your fingers brushed your face as you felt something damp: the tears in Jimin's eyes flowed like summer rain, thick and abundant.

"Tell your mom you'll find a better girl, okay?" Your lips trembled, trying to dry each drop from which another came out. Jimin nodded, bringing your forehead to his.

"Am I really not going to see you anymore?"

"Any time you want," you assured, your voice echoing a dozen times like whispers spreading across the room. A choir of hushed angels saying the same thing over and over again. 

"Every time it rains, leave the door open, and I'll know you need me."

Your naked body turned to place Jimin's head on your chest, he sobbed himself to sleep, and you counted his eyelashes until it was time to leave.

With a kiss on his forehead, you let him sleep, when he woke up you were no longer there, the green coat was hanging in the back yard and the smell of your hair filled every corner, a floral ghost.

[dreamcatchers-husband]

Don't Give In

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Handong

Length: 2200 words

Tags: Quckie, Creampie

A/n- BFH because of this photo. She really wanted to kill us.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in”. These three words repeatedly went through your mind every day at work. Weird, right? Why would you keep telling yourself that? Well, the glare a certain pink-haired Chinese woman was giving you caused it. 

When you picked up the girls early, they all seemed quite mellow. Sure, being 5 am probably does that but you were a bit surprised. The drive was quite boring to the remote location but once you hopped out, it all began. 

Reaching the side door, each of the girls began to hop out and say their thanks. With the final lady exiting, a sudden grab on your crotch made you jolt in place. Your face was full of panic as you looked around. Facing the young woman, that famous smirk filled her face as she got closer. 

“Who needs coffee when my touch can be your pick me up?” 

With that said, Handong continued into the shooting site, leaving you amazed by her actions. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

First time of the day. 

7 hours later. 

Lunch was a time everyone enjoyed. Well maybe not the ladies who prepared the food but it was a time to relax. At least that’s what you assumed it would be. 

The metal chair your butt seated on was not the comfiest but it got the job done. On your plastic plate, a mix of veggies and various meat could be found. Unlike most idols, the Dreamcatcher girls ate what they wanted in moderation instead of going on insane diets. 

Despite being their manager, the relationship you had with the girls was beyond just business. They were your friends. As you all sat around the white plastic table. Everyone was listening to Jiu’s corny jokes when a sudden pressure on your crotch caught your attention. 

Not wanting to make it oblivious, your face continued to look at Jiu, while giving the girl further to the right a serious look. Despite this, Handong continued to eat while her foot continued to touch your dick. 

“Haneul. Are you ok? You seem a bit red?” 

“O-Oh yeah. I’m fine, Sua. Sorry, I think it’s just a little hot.” 

“Yeah, it is a little hot. I’m so glad they got us those cold drinks.” 

As each girl took a sip of their Soda, Handong raised the straw to her mouth and gave you a smirk. The young woman’s tongue began to roam around the plastic straw. Moving it up and down, Handong pushed the straw in her mouth and began to move it back and forth, Maintaining eye contact that whole time. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

9 hours later. 

Just as when you had woken up, the sun was nowhere in sight. The life of an idol is tough, but being their manager could be just as stressful at times. As some girls continued to get their photos taken for the album, the sound of clapping caught your attention. 

Looking to the left, the sight of the approaching pink-haired girl made you nervous. As Handong finally stood in front of you, a small giggle left her mouth. 

“Drooling much? Well as much as I love you staring at me, could you help me take a few pictures for my Instagram?” 

Getting back to your senses, you simply nodded your head and took the phone that she handed you.

Getting ready to take a few shots, Handong shook her head no. 

“Let’s not bother the people shooting here. Let’s go by the van. I'm sure no one we can bother will be there.” 

The sirens in your head began to go off but you didn’t have much of a choice as the Chinese woman began to walk off. Following behind, your eyes noticed the leather skirt that didn’t cover much of her legs. Handong was always a muscular girl and her legs were no exception. Those powerful legs had caused you plenty of problems in the past. 

Your attention must have been cut short as you suddenly bumped into Handong. You both had finally reached the van. With no words, Handong quickly fixed her hair and began to pose. Remembering what you were there for, you proceeded to open the camera app and point the lens at the Chinese woman. 

At first, Handong began to just show off her jacket with each pose, leaning down a bit while Maintaining eye contact with the camera. As Handong stood straight, your eyes immediately noticed the sports bra that was underneath the jacket. The gray and white matched perfectly with the leather jacket and skirt. Moving her hand to the bottom of her jacket, Handong began to show off more of the outfit that was covered. 

Finally raising her arm, Handong’s exposed midriff blessed your eyes.  Handong’s abs were something that could make any man or woman drool like a dog. You were surprised your hand still remembered to take a few pictures but soon your mind began to repeat those 3 words. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

Despite repeating those words, the stare that came from Handong enchanted you. As the young woman lowered her arm, Handong began to walk backwards toward the white van that was there. 

With her finger, Handong signaled you to follow her. Your legs had a kind of their own as you followed after her. When Handong’s back hit the van, her arm reached for the handle and pulled it to open the door.

Soon the pink-haired girl was gone into the white van and you were left with a choice. Would you go in the van and act in your urges or return there where you could be needed?

Sticking her head out, Handong gave you a small scowl and spoke. 

“Get in here. I promise I have a reason that I need you here. Please come and assist me, dear manager.”

“Ok ok. I’m coming.” 

Taking a few steps forward, your left leg stepped into the white van as the rest of your body entered after. Soon the door closed automatically, leaving you face-to-face with the Chinese idol.

“O-Ok Handong, what do you need my help with?” 

“Oh it’s quite simple, I just need your cock.” 

Your heart rate shot towards the roof as you heard those words. Before you could even react, handong had already brought her hands toward your pants. Taking hold of her soft hands, you began to repeat those same words. 

“Don’t give in Don’t give-“ 

“Oh, it’s too late for you to say that.” 

Handong in one swoop undid your belt and fished out your cock. The soft skin from her hands made your whole body shake as she began to raise her hand up and down. All self-control you had left was gone as soon as the girl's tongue reached your tip. 

Spinning her tongue around the head of your cock, your eyes immediately closed and a loud sigh left your mouth. Somehow in that time, Handong managed to lower your pants to the floor and reach back up to your balls. As the girl’s tongue began to move up and down your shaft, her hand began to grab your balls and play with them. Each lick from her tongue was accompanied by a soft squeeze of your balls. 

As you looked down, your eyes could only see the color pink as Handong continued her oral assault. Soon your cock head was enveloped but the warm and wet comfort of Handong’s mouth. At that time, the young woman began to suck on your tip, causing you to moan loudly. 

Just as your cock head, the rest of your shaft got enveloped by the warm cavern that was her mouth. Handong was never one to like things slow so I’m a quick swoop, your entire length went down her throat. By reflex, your hand went on top of Handong’s head and kept her pushed down. 5 then 10 seconds passed until you felt a tap on your thigh. 

Letting go, Handong’s head shot up as she gasped for air. Despite just having been full of your cock, Handong began once more. The suck's on your cock combined with the pressure from her throat began to make you reach your peak. As you got ready to push the Chinese girl down on your cock once more, her oral attack stopped. 

A small cry left your mouth as a giggle left her mouth. Raising her legs, Handong quickly took a seat on your lap and looked into your eyes. 

“The only place your load is going is in my pussy. Fill me and then fill me some more.” 

With a quick slap to your face, your mind was overloaded with pleasure as Handong’s pussy enveloped your shaft. Raising her hips, Handong began to aggressively shove your length into her hole. 

“Fuck me or I’ll go find someone who can take your place.” 

With those words of what could be encouragement, your hands proceeded to take hold of her hips and raise her up. Lowering the girl on your length, you began to do the same action over and over. 

Despite being in a tight spot, Handong was able to get up and shove her pussy down on your length. Small squeaks left the car as Handong bounced on your cock. Guess you were also testing the suspension. 

With each bounce, your hips matched the Chinese girl's action and shot your cock up into her warm cavern. Your eyes at that time took notice of Handong’s covered breasts. Handong seemed to have noticed this also as she pushed the sports bra up and grabbed your head. Just like your shaft, your face was suffocated by the comfort of Handong’s body. As you opened your mouth, your tongue immediately found the woman’s nipple and began to play with it. The moans that left Handong’s mouth let you know she loved this action just as much as you did. 

Finally, closer, your mouth wrapped around her nipple and began to give it a few sucks while flicking it with your tongue at times. Being a manager helped your sex life. How? Multitasking.” 

With your mouth busy attacking Handong’s right breast. Your left hand let go of Handong’s waist and moved towards the girl's folds. Searching around, your hand was lucky to find a little nub, and began to play with it. With each bounce suck and rub, Handong began to make more and more noise. The various sources of stimulation began to overwhelm her body as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“D-Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna cum soon.” 

Hearing those words lets you know to do your best in that moment. Speeding up your hand brought more moans in the van. Handong wasn’t going to just sit there. Speeding up her bounces caused you to do the same with the rest of your actions. The girl’s walls began to tighten and strangle your cock. You knew you were close so you had to give it everything you got now. With all the power left in your hips, you proceeded to pound into the girl’s cavern and attack her clit the best you could. When a loud yell hit your ears, a matching constriction was felt around your cock. 

Handong’s whole body tensed up at that moment as her pussy juices leaked down onto your legs. Handong’s orgasm helped you as you finally reached your peak. As your lower body shook, your shaft began to spurt your semen deep into the young woman’s womb. Each shot of cum that filled the girl caused her to jolt in place once more. 

After a few seconds, the sound of panting was all that could be heard in the van. As both of your eyes meet, your lips quickly attached in a passionate kiss. Both of your tongues fought each other for dominance. Despite this, you both gave each other control somehow. Pulling back from the kiss, you both began to laugh and calm down. 

Hopping off you, Handong quickly lowered her sports bra and fixed her hair. Following her example, you proceeded to fix your clothes and get ready to leave the van. 

As the automatic door opened, you were met by a serious group of girls who didn’t seem happy. With a shake of their heads, you both hopped out as they took a quick whiff inside. Dami was the first to react as she backed away from the van. 

“God, it smells like sex in there. Ladies. Leave the windows open to air it out. You two, just wait for the car to stop smelling.” 

As the rest of the dreamcatcher girls left the area, your eyes immediately noticed Handong walking backwards towards a building. Repeating the same action, Handong began to signal you to follow her. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.”

Handong heard you as she raised her skirt and bit and showed you the cum falling down her leg. With a smirk, the Chinese idol entered a building leaving you thinking. 

Damn it. You're giving in again, aren’t you?

[soft-mafia]

Buggy Shenanigans[Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, nsfw, smut, dry rubbing, nsfw drabbles mixed with fluff, scent kink, blowjobs, slight daddy kink, face fucking, barely proofread

a/n: just little short shots of Buggy and Y/n on the ship. I’ve also run out of pictures to use as borders😔sorry if this post seems a bit bare

Buggy was throwing another party on the ship, shoving his face with pasta and getting sauce all over him, almost like a child. You could barely tell what was pasta sauce and what was his clown makeup, it was adorable nonetheless. Y/n was sitting on his lap as she always would.

“You are such a messy eater…” Y/n commented, to which Buggy replied with a wide grin after swallowing another forkful of pasta.

“You would know.” He replied, then laughed after seeing her reaction to him flicking his tongue at her.

—

“Let’s see if I can break this in half.” Buggy said with a wide grin as he grabbed a metal rod. He was trying to break things to impress Y/n, as stupid as it sounded it seemed like it was working, she was giggling and paying attention to him. Even though it was childish, Y/n had to admit the way Buggy’s muscles flexed and tense every time he broke something was hot. And it was impressive how many things he could break.

“OW!!” Buggy screeched, “I PULLED MY SHOULDER!!” He fell to his knees, grasping his shoulder. Y/n quickly rushed to his side and wrapped her arm around him, “Aww! Do you need ice?”

Buggy pouted as he sat on a barrel, feeling embarrassed as he had an ice pack resting on his shoulder. Y/n kissed him on the cheek, “Rest your arm for the next few days and you should be fine.” She said as she held his face in her hand.

“I just wanted to impress you…” he grumbled. Y/n giggled and gave him another kiss at his temple, “What? You think you didn’t?” She gently squeezed his arm muscles on his good arm, making his cheeks go red, “My strong man~”

—

(NSFW)

Y/n was on her knees, face pressed up against Buggy’s crotch as he held her there firmly. He rubbed her face around the outline of his cock and she could smell the musk coming off of him. She whimpered as he rubbed her lips over the bulge of his base, looking up at him with smeared mascara.

He let out a low chuckle, an elbow resting on his arm rest. He was supposed to be charting a map right now, but Y/n walked in at the perfect time. All he had to do was tell her to get on her knees and she obeyed. As he continued to rub his erection with her face, she got more of that musky smell. She knew he rarely ever bathed, but the scent was so strong near his crotch, it made her tremble and weirdly enough it turned her on.

Buggy groaned and leaned his head back, cock throbbing in his boxers, he hooked his leg around Y/n and used his foot to push her body closer to his seat. He pressed her face in deeper, making her let out another whimper that sent vibrations through his boner. “Good girl, good girl…” Buggy grunted, his muscles tensed when he came.

He unzipped his trousers and fished his cock out, letting her lick all of the cum off of his cock, then making her lick it off from his boxers. Buggy couldn’t get enough of the sight, her sucking and licking the cum off of his underwear was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

—

When they first got together, Buggy avoided kisses. Well, she could kiss him all she wanted, but he never returned them and he never let her go as far as to kiss him on the mouth. It made her feel bad, but he always had an excuse, “Ehhh… bad breath.” “I just drank.” Or, “Oh, I just ate *your least favorite food.”

One day she was determined to finally kiss him on the lips. Buggy walked up to her, excited about a new map they found after pillaging, but in the middle of his hyperactivity, Y/n leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. However, as her lips pressed against his, his nose also pressed against her face—

Honk.

That took Y/n off guard and she pulled back, “What was that?” She blinked. Buggy was red in the face, his eyes widened. After a long moment of silence, he then growled and began to grumble, “OH JUST GREAT!! Go ahead!! Go ahead and dump me because of my stupid nose!!” He shouted at her, “Yeah, it honks!! Laugh it up!!”

Y/n quickly had to calm him down, “Buggy- it’s not that big of a deal, I thought it was cute!!”

Buggy was taken aback, “C-Cute?” His face increasingly got redder, he then growled and stormed off, “You’re crazy!!” He shouted while gripping the map in his hands as he tried to hide how flustered he was.

—

“Put some more sugar in there.” Buggy said as his head loomed over Y/n’s shoulder, his body was busy mixing together the ingredients for the icing.

“No, Buggy. That’s gonna ruin the cookies.” Y/n said as she read the instructions from a cookbook they found on a candy island they stopped by. “Since when has sugar ever ruined anything?!” Buggy scoffed.

“It’s about the distribution of ingredients or whatever. Putting too much of one thing in will ruin everything.” Y/n replied to him, “Are you done with the icing- STOP EATING ALL OF IT!!” She said when she caught Buggy scooping a huge glob of icing into his mouth. Y/n quickly rushed over to the bowl Buggy was supposed to be mixing, only to discover that the bowl was almost empty, “BUGGY!”

“What?! It was only a couple of spoonfuls!” Buggy tried to defend himself, but the bright pink substance around his lips told a different story. “Literally all of the icing is gone!”

“Not all of it…” Buggy mumbled, to which Y/n replied by throwing the bowl in his face.

—

(NSFW)

Y/n held the base of Buggy’s cock in her hands, she bit her lip as she dragged her finger along the base of it, then giggled as she watched it pulse subtly. Buggy groaned as he sat across the room at his desk, inking a map.

“Stop teasing me! I’m trying to work.” He grunted, cheeks red with his brows furrowed. Y/n just giggled and ran her tongue along his slit that dripped with precum, Buggy shuddered and let out a groan behind grit teeth. He slammed his fist down on the desk and growled, “Y/n!! Don’t make me come over there!!”

“Or what?” Y/n tested, giving his balls a soft lick. With another growl, Buggy stood up and walked over to Y/n, making sure to unzip his pants so he could connect his penis back to his body once he was close enough. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of Y/n’s head and forced her mouth around his tip as she gasped. He let out a soft, maniac laugh as he pushed her head down deeper, he then leaned his head back and groaned. “Oh yeah… that’s much better.” He growled lowly as he looked back down at her.

Y/n gagged and whimpered around his cock, looking up at him with wide eyes as he got her down to the base, her nose pressed up against that wild fluff of dark blue pubic hair. He then grabbed either side of her face and began to move her back and forth, thrusting his hips along with those movements. Y/n’s gags and moans sent vibrations through his body, making his teeth clench as he let out more soft grunts and groans of pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to cum in her mouth, and by that point he had her how he liked her— mascara running down her face and her lips flushed and plump, wet with saliva and cum.

Buggy zipped up his pants and let out a relieved sigh, “Ahhh… that hit the spot.” He grinned innocently, “Let this be a lesson—” he firmly grabbed her chin and made her look up at him, “Don’t bother daddy while he’s working.”

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Alabaster fidgeted in front of the huge doors leading to Luke's office, the shadows of night enveloping him in their darkness. Bouncing on his toes, he threw a quick glance down the hall, before pushing the doors slightly ajar and slinking inside like a ghost.

Luke's office was big, way bigger than the rest of the room's for the crew. Alabaster didn't paid any mind to the luxury furniture around him, heading straight towards the back, all while desperately rubbing off the tears streaming down his face on his pajama sleeves.

A lump lodged itself inside his throat a few steps away from Luke's bed and his sleeping figure. Doubt clawed inside his chest like an insistent cat wanting to get rid of the curtains one way or another.

Hesitantly, he approached to the edge of the bed before he could run the other way.

He couldn’t even react as a sword almost met his throat.

His heart jumped in its place, his pulse going on a frenzied cacophony as he froze in place. The sharp tip pressed against his throat gleamed wickedly, the bronze and iron parts screaming under the enchantment that forced them together: Backbiter...

One nick, and Alabaster would never even see Hades, his soul forever embedded into the metal for Luke to carry around.

Luke's wild panicked eyes ghosted over his figure, before he huffed and relaxed, lowering the sword to put it back under his pillow. He shifted under the covers, running a hand through his hair, blinking his sagged-by-sleep eyes. "It's the middle of the night."

"I—" Alabaster gasped throughout the sob building up inside his throat. What was he doing? They weren't at the Hermes cabin anymore. Luke had way more important things to do than listening him whine. "I—"

He choked on his own words, shivering, not being able to bring himself to move away from his frozen state. Tears welled behind his eyes once again, blurring his vision. Cold sweat stuck to the fabric of his clothes, an ill feeling looming over him like a guillotine.

"Nightmare?" Luke murmured, voice so soft like he was coercing out a skittish animal.

Alabaster nodded, wrapping his arms around himself to shake off the chills.

Luke sighed, holding up the blanket, and scooted over to make room for him. Alabaster crawled in, tucking himself under Luke's chin and letting himself be wrapped up by the heavy fabric.

"I thought—" He sniffed, chewing on his bottom lip, "since you— I mean back at camp—"

Luke shushed him, drawing him into a closer, tighter hug. "I know... I know. Would you like to talk about it?"

"I," Alabaster hiccuped like he was still a little kid, shamefully burying his face on Luke's chest, "I was dangling off the edge of Tartarus and there was a golden glow strangling me and—"

Luke pushed him away gently, cupping his hands on Alabaster's cheeks, with grave solemnity he whispered, "Was the Titan Lord there? Has Kronos spoken to you?"

The room went at least ten degrees colder. The sarcophagus in the room shone ominously, a knife sharp edge to its light. The air thickened with the ghosts of anguished screams, the power radiating crushing them beneath its palm like mere bugs.

He shuddered. Normally, Alabaster would jump to ship like a moth to flame in the presence of this kind of force. Now he just wanted to hide away in Luke's arms.

Alabaster shook his head, trying to fit back into Luke's embrace. "It was so empty— I couldn't hear anything until a Hydra emerged and ate me."

"It's alright," Luke sneaked a hand behind Alabaster's head, pressing it against his chest, and stroked his hair. He murmured, "You'll fine. I got you. Monsters can't harm you here, Annabeth."

Alabaster froze at the same time as Luke. He grabbed a fistful of Alabaster's hair as he took a sharp breath.

"...Luke?"

"Go to sleep, kid."

"But—"

"Sleep, Alabaster."

"Okay..."

[darlingsfandom]

Steve is unaware he ate an aphrodisiac sex chocolate bar on accident and you and him go out with your friends and he’s been feeling hot for the past hour and needs you asap

poor Stevie ): he'll be okay !

"Steve?" You whispered his name as the two of you sat together on the couch while Robin was going on about Star Wars and how new hope was a good follow up. Steve looked at you with puppy dog eyes but you could see the sweat dripping down his forehead, the way his leg was twitching, he was either really sick or really wanted to go home. "Do you wanna go home?" You put the back of your hand on his forward and he was burning up.

"Hey Robin, sorry to cut this short but Steve doesn't feel so well... we're going to head out. Thanks for having us though!" You helped Steve up from the couch before he stumbled on his feet towards the door with your arm around him. Once you got to the car Steve took the keys from you.

"I can drive, I'm fine." He knitted his eyebrows together. You didn't want to fight him on this so you let him drive which only last about halfway there. Steve pulled over on the side of the road and stopped the car.

"Are you okay Stevie?" You ran your hand over his warm cheek and steve moaned! You've heard him moan before but not like that.

"I... I'm not sure!"

"Well have you ate anything since lunch?"

"Yeah! I had some of that chocolate bar in your dresser!"

Your eyes went wide with fear and steve noticed it.

"What? I don't like that look you have written all over your face!"

"Well Stevie.... that wasn't a normal chocolate bar. It had something in it to help you know.... get you horny... and by the looks of it.... you ate a good portion of it." You filled with your fingers and chewed your lip.

"Excuse me?! Why the hell do you even have that??" Steve threw his hands in the air before rubbing his face. All you did was shrug.

"Let me help you!" You brushed your finger tips along his arm which made him moan again. You unbuckled yourself before getting out of the car and steve followed you. You made him lean against the cool metal which felt nice to him. Your hand ran down his sides before you got on your knees in front of him. Your fingers unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers making his hard cock spring free.

"Oh Stevie ..." you fake pouted. "That looks painful baby." Your hand wrapped around the shaft and slowly started jerking him off. Steve hissed through his teeth as he watched you. You on your knees, his cock in your hand ... this was heaven to him. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and slowly took him about halfway down your throat.

"Fuck! Baby baby baby! So warm! Fuck!" He whines loudly as his hips bucked forward as if it were second nature. It really was second nature because you can't even count how many times you've given Steve a blow job! His whines were messy as you bobbed your head up and down his dick. A few gags filled Steve's ears as he watched your eyes water while taking his dick down your throat. Steve couldn't handle it anymore. He yanked you off, onto your feet, turned you around and pushed you against the side of the car. He hooked his fingers into your panties under dress and yanked them down before plunging his thick fingers into you.

"STEVE!" You cried out as he stretched you out quickly twisting his fingers in and out of you.

"So fucking wet! Always wet for me!" Steve panted into your ear before he pulled away his fingers and licked them clean. "As much as I wanna eat your delicious cunt, I gotta fuck you baby! I have to fuck you!" He slid the head of his cock against your folds before slowly pushing into allowing you to stretch more around him. Steve waited maybe a whole five seconds before he grabbed your hips and started slamming his own into you.

"Oh fuck Stevie !!" You cried at the sting but you knew it felt good how much having his fat dick thrust in and out of you at a bruising pace.

"That's a good girl! My good girl yeah! Taking my cock ! Fuck!" Steve cried out as the sounds of his balls slapping against you echoed. You tried to hold the side of the car as Steve yanked your head back , pulling your back against chest and became sloppy with this thrust. "Gonna fucking fill you up baby! Fill you the fucking brim!" Steve was grunting like crazy before he felt his balls tighten.

"FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! TAKE IT BABY! TAKE MY FUCKING CUM IN YOUR CUNT! FUCK YES!" Steve filled you up quickly as he drained his balls into you. His body quickly felt limp causing him to fall forward into you and push you against the car. "

"Baby, please tell me this is is going to fade away soon!" He was panting hard as he tried to pull himself together.

"Oh my sweet Stevie..." you stroked his cheek as he pulled out of you. "We're only getting started tonight."

[waynes-multiverse]

Labyrinth

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: A dangerous Wendigo hunt takes the Winchesters and their companion to an abandoned mine shaft and a maze of tunnels. Dean, on the other hand, not only has to find an exit in an underground cave system but also fights against his feelings for a young huntress as he battles through a labyrinth of thoughts and fears.

Warnings: a bit of language, angst, a trifecta of monsters, caves & earthquakes, canon-level violence, injuries & rebars, protective!Dean, idiots in love, silly jealousy, fluff

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Written as a request for @tieddown-withbattleshipchains​. Hope this scratches the itch! It turned out a little angstier because Wendigos scare the shit outta me, but there’s tons of fluff in between and certainly at the end! 🥰 Inspired by Labyrinth by Taylor Swift (Duh. What else? 😂) and my favorite horror flick The Descent. Enjoy!

Feedback is highly appreciated! Get me drunk on it and fill my writer’s juice 🤓🥃

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Have you ever loved someone so much that just being in their distanced proximity hurts your heart? Loved someone so much that every time they pass you by, their scent drives you mad, their voice gives you shivers, and your own words fail to come clean? So much that lunacy seems like sanity?

Well, Dean pretty much feels precisely like this, feels like he’s going slowly but surely insane as he trails behind Y/N through the woods of Montana. Every wind, even the tiniest breeze, wafts microscopic particles of her perfume into his nostrils, causing him to bite the insides of his cheeks harder, hoping the metallic taste will erase everything that is her. So far, not even the intense smell of pine helps, though. For the last half an hour, all he keeps thinking about is the huntress he’s known for years, wondering if he were able to taste the M&Ms she ate earlier in the car on her tongue once he would finally gather enough courage to kiss her – not that this fantasy would ever be maintainable in the first place.

It’s like a kid’s dream. Dean’s a rockstar, an astronaut, and a pilot all at once whenever he’s near her.

“I think we should be there in an hour,” Y/N muses and halts in her boots to check map and compass, Sam instantly joining her to take a look over her shoulder. “The mine shaft and the cave system are a few miles up the mountain. If we follow the trail along the river, it should lead us right there.”

“Sounds good. We still have enough daylight,” Sam agrees with a resolute nod and a look to the sky, where the sun is still standing high above their heads.

Dean, on the other hand, ignores the eerie feeling in his gut. Aware Y/N is a seasoned hunter with a superb skill set, he knows there’s no real reason for him to worry more than he should. She can handle herself; she always could. It’s a hunt like any other, one of many over the years. Hell, it’s not even the first Wendigo they’ve hunted together. There was another one three years back in Michigan. So truly, what’s different this time?

Right, his fucking feelings…

Y/N and Sam keep chatting as they cheerily march up the mountain, their breaths not even remotely labored, even though the climb is pretty steep. Apparently, going for a jog every morning pays off. Dean, however, stays quiet and trails behind them, green eyes observing their surroundings as he swallows the tiny bit of apprehension and jealousy down.

“You’re quiet today,” Y/N notes and purposely falls back to his speed as Sam wanders ahead – not before the younger Winchester shoots his older brother a secret look that says tell her, though. “You okay?”

The green-eyed hunter mirrors the small smile on her lips and nods, gulping, “Yeah, I’m fine, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” Y/N accepts with a slight pout, although she’s obviously far away from buying his lie. She licks her lips and adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders. “So, uhm, after the hunt, I figured we could check out that bar across the motel?”

“Sounds good,” Dean agrees, his smile widening and cheeks blushing, even though it’s just the usual hunter invitation to celebrate the end of a case.

“Okay, great,” Y/N lets out a small breath of relief. Was she nervous to ask him? Why the hell would she be? “I actually have to tell you something, so I could use a little liquid courage.”

Dean’s brow furrows, his heart rate accelerating. “Liquid courage? For what? You know you can always tell me everything.”

“Not everything,” Y/N mumbles and averts her gaze to the trail ahead.

“C’mon, what is it?” Maybe it’s wishful thinking or sheer curiosity, but Dean can’t help it and hopes she feels the same way he does, although it sounds like complete insanity again. She’ll probably only confess that she’s been in love with Sam this whole time. He is the smarter choice, after all. Just look at that flawless mane of hair!

Y/N only shakes her head at him and hides a mischievous grin behind her lip bite. “Nuh-uh, forget it. Not drunk enough yet,” she says and then hops forward to join Sam again.

After an hour, the three hunters finally reach the mine shaft that leads to an intricate cave system – the perfect hideout for a monster. Eight women disappeared here last week, the location a popular hotspot for everyone who seeks thrills and adventures. Dean doesn’t count himself as one of those people. His life is adventurous enough as is. Frankly, he would’ve preferred pay-per-view at the motel over this hellish trip.  

Equipped with flashlights, the three carefully stalk inside. It’s incredibly dark and humid, low growls echoing off the stony, muddy walls, so the hunters know they’ve found the right place. The monster is definitely here, even though it still sounds miles away, which isn’t ideal. It only means they have to venture further in, and Dean already hates this with every fiber of his goddamn being. Caves are not exactly his favorite hunting grounds. Y/N, however, seems as fearless as ever, and Dean can’t help but admire her endless bravery. Obviously, she’s so out of his league it’s not even a little bit funny.

“Did you guys hear that?” Y/N stops in her tracks, her ears perked as she surveys the array of noises that bleed through.

“Woman’s voice?” Dean checks, although he’s sure all three of them can hear the faint screams and whimpers.

“One of ‘em is still alive, apparently,” Sam muses, concern and sympathy etched into his brow.

“I think it’s coming from here,” Y/N says and holds her ear to a small cave opening in the wall – if you can even call it that, the entrance as big as a cartoonish mouse hole.

“We can’t fit in there. We need to find another way around it,” Sam informs them and pulls out the cave map they’ve received from a park ranger.

“You guys can’t fit in there.”

“What?!” Dean’s head snaps to Y/N as soon as those words leave her mouth, seeing the gears turning in her head.

“I’m small… unlike my broad-shouldered friends. I can fit,” she shrugs casually as if it wasn’t the craziest suggestion she’d ever made.

“Mm-mm, no. You’re not squeezing through a small tunnel with a monster waiting for you on the other side, Y/N,” Dean tells her sternly, only one sharp tone away from making it a full-on order.

“Dean, she might be dead by the time we get there. I can do this,” Y/N assures him. “This isn’t my first Wendigo, you know?”

As Dean glances at Sam for some support, surely convinced his little brother would come to the same conclusion, the green-eyed hunter soon notices Sam’s suspicious silence on the subject matter and frowns. So much for brotherly support…

“Dean, it might be the only way to save that girl,” Sam agrees. Of course, the gentle giant does.

“Alright, so we all agree,” Y/N smiles and throws her backpack on the ground, pulling out a few flares, a machete, and a lighter.

“No, we don’t,” Dean shakes his head vehemently. “I don’t agree. Not at all. Very much disagree with this plan, in fact.”

“Okay, noted. It’s still two against one, so sorry. Guess you’re losing this one, De,” Y/N says simply and then puts the flashlight into her mouth, proceeding to crawl through the narrow opening.

Dean’s close to grabbing her ankles and pulling her back out, not caring about any surefire protests on her part and the huntress’s wrath as his heart pounds so harshly and loudly against his ribs it almost sounds like a Neil Peart drum solo in his chest.

“Y/N, you still okay?” Dean checks after a minute when the soles of her shoes have disappeared from his sight. As he shines his flashlight into the tunnel, he recognizes her a few feet ahead. “I don’t like this,” he tells Sam, chewing roughly on his plump bottom lip while his brow is in a constant crinkle.

“Me neither, but it’s the only choice we have, Dean,” Sam counters and focuses back on the map in his hands.

“Oh, is it?!” Dean mocks in sheer sibling annoyance. “You better find out where that tunnel leads and how we can fucking get there,” he barks as the anxiety claims his lungs. “Fast.”

“Already on it,” Sam assures him.

Dean’s heart only gets a single second free of concern, though, before Y/N’s voice rings every alarm bell in his goddamn head.

“Guys? There’s something wrong here. And there’s definitely blood and… stuff in this tunnel,” Y/N informs them, her voice barely audible the farther she gets. “It’s really gross…”

“Okay, Y/N, just get back out here. We’ll find another way,” Dean orders her, his flashlight and eyes unable to see her as he peers into the hole again. Her sweet voice is all he has left now.

“I-I don’t think I can move back out, De,” she says, her tone laced with slight panic now. “This thing is kinda tight. Kinda like… You know what? Never mind.” Dean knows she attempted a dirty joke there, one he certainly would’ve appreciated if he wasn’t currently fearing for her life. “I can only go forward. Just meet me at the end, okay?”

Quite panicked himself at this point, the green-eyed hunter turns back to his brother, “You found it yet?”

“Uh, yeah, I think it’s that way,” Sam muses and points at one of three tunnel options ahead.

“You think or you know, Sam?!”

And because misery loves company, at this exact moment, the ground, the walls, the ceiling all suddenly begin to violently shake and tremble, small pieces of stone and dirt coming loose. There’s a “shit” echoing through Y/N’s tunnel that reaches the hunter’s ears before more rumblings follow, more stones fall, and the tunnel closes completely and cuts the huntress off from the brothers.

“Was that a fucking earthquake?” Dean tries to shield his head from falling debris and coughs the dirt from his lungs before frantically checking the small tunnel for proof of life, but all he can see is dirt, dust, and more stones. “Y/N? Y/N! Are you alright, sweetheart? FUCK!”

“Dean, c’mon, we’ll find her,” Sam soothes and heads for the far left tunnel opening.

“Why is there a fucking earthquake in Montana? It’s not freaking California,” Dean huffs as he stomps behind his little brother, hoping the huntress is still alive and not hurt too badly as he speeds up his strides. Either she’s been crushed to death, or a monster will munch on her, and needless to say, neither option is acceptable to him.  

“Actually, Montana has seven to ten every day, which makes it the fourth most seismically active state,” Sam shares his National Geographic knowledge nonchalantly, earning him an angry scowl from the green-eyed hunter.

Yeah, guess what – Dean’s not super interested in random nerd facts right now.

There’s a loud scream that echoes through the cave system, and for an agonizing heartbeat, Dean halts in his boots as he recognizes the voice. No doubt it’s Y/N’s, and his feet set into motion and start running, following the noises of struggle as he rounds corner after corner, blindly running into different tunnels as Sam tries to keep up with him.

The maze of cave tunnels feels as familiar as his mind, a labyrinth of unknown paths that lead him to different options. But the green-eyed hunter doesn’t need a map anymore; he knows exactly where to find her without wasting a single thought on it. His heart is still the best navigation system.

There’s a flicker of red light at the end of his path, and Dean knows Y/N is close. There are growls and hisses before he hears the huntress desperately call his name – his and not Sam’s. It definitely shouldn’t warm his heart the way it does, especially in a life-or-death situation like this, but Dean literally can’t help the slight relief and happiness he feels in his chest over that fact, although he probably shouldn’t read too much into it.

Y/N’s brightly burning flare comes into view first before his emerald eyes spot the huntress on the ground and then the monster. She’s fending off the Wendigo as best as she can, keeping it at bay as she waves her flare in the air like a weapon, but Dean notices soon enough that she can’t move much and is hurt badly.

The older hunter quickly grabs the hairspray, pushes down on the dispenser, and lights the aerosol mist of chemicals on fire with his lighter – Y/N’s genius idea for a weapon, which she came up with in the motel room before their hunt. The flames shoot out and set the monstrous bastard on fire while Sam aims the flamethrower and incinerates the monster for good. Tarantino style, as Dean likes to call it. Unfortunately, he lost the round of Rock, Paper, Scissors over the glorious weapon to his younger brother, but truthfully, the hairspray was still satisfying enough.

As the monster turns to ash, Sam runs to the half-alive victim tied to a pole while Dean rushes to the huntress’s side. He cups her cheeks as she winces, inspecting her whole body and assessing her for injuries when he notices the small piece of rebar stuck in the side of her stomach, blood oozing out around the metal and pooling underneath her body.

“Ow, shit,” Y/N hisses and tries to wiggle, hand curling around his bicep. Dean’s hands quickly steady her before she accidentally drives the damn thing even deeper into her body.

“Shhh, don’t move, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay, alright?” Dean assures her, although he’s frankly not sure if his calming words are more for his sake than hers. “Just breathe in and breathe out... There you go.”

“I-I don’t… I’m, uhm…,” Y/N trails off, her eyelids fighting to stay open, and his heart only begins to hammer louder in his ribcage, drumming in his ears.

“Y/N? Y/N, stay awake for me, okay?” But her eyes close for good, her palm lifelessly dropping from his arm to the ground. “SAM!”

“Dean, you can’t keep staring at her,” Sam reminds him, his voice only faintly audible behind the green-eyed hunter as his mind solely focuses on Y/N’s unconscious body in the motel room bed. “She’s gonna be creeped out when she wakes up.”

“Shut up,” Dean grumbles and hears Sam’s sigh of frustration and resignation.

“Alright, Twilight. I’ll grab more stuff from the pharmacy. She’s gonna need it,” Sam announces, hand reaching for the doorknob. “Be back in a few.”

As the door of the small motel room closes, Dean lets his head fall between his knees as he sits on the chair next to her bed, the tension still very much prominent in his shoulders and neck, although she should be in the clear by now. It certainly has been touch-and-go for a while, Y/N drifting in and out of consciousness, passing out from the pain as the brothers carefully removed the sharp piece of metal from her lower abdomen and stitched her up. Sam even had to send the older Winchester for a calming drive in the Impala while the younger one tended to her injuries, not being able to work with Dean’s constant yelling in his ears. The green-eyed hunter had surely been close to a breakdown. Luckily, they could forgo the hospital this time, the rebar not piercing through any serious organs and rupturing a spleen or a kidney.

His green eyes drift to her sleeping form. She seems a lot better now, some pinkish color having returned to her cheeks. Y/N always scares him, usually because she’s so much smarter and tougher than him, and every time he tried to order her around in the past always backfired, with her almost biting his whole head off. This time, though, she terrified him in a completely different way. She was pale, white as a sheet in his arms as he rushed her down the mountain. He swears he’s never run faster in his life. Even Sam, the professional jogger and marathon runner, could barely keep up, and Dean still feels the aching blisters from his boots whenever he shuffles on his feet too much.

“What would I have done if you died, huh?” the hunter mutters under his breath to no one in particular, knowing she’s dead asleep, and screws open the cap of his flask, taking a big gulp of whiskey, letting the burning liquid numb his throat. “You know if I lost you…” Another sip keeps the pricking tears in his green orbs at bay while his mind is battling a breakthrough. “I-I just… I can’t do that, you know? Probably would take me my whole life to get over you. I know you don’t know that, but you’re really important to me, y’know? I mean, hell, you can’t hear me anyways, so I might actually admit it for once,” he sighs at his own stupidity, fingers tapping against the silver flask. “I’ve been in love with you, Y/N… for a while, actually. At least, I think that’s what all those icky twinges in my chest are. Doesn’t feel like heartburn, like after eating a cheeseburger... I mean, they’re pretty much only there whenever you’re around, so that’s gotta be it, right? Love. Not like I have a lot of experience with that… I mean, not that I’m a virgin. I’ve had sex, you know? I just… I’ve never done the feelings thing. At least not well, I guess. So, in that case, you could probably say I’m a feelings virgin…”

Dean then groans loudly and lets his head drop into his palms, rubbing a hand across his freckled face. “Jesus fucking Christ, fuck me. God, I sound like an idiot… Thank God you can’t hear me. This is like the worst trial run ever… I mean, not like I would actually ever have enough courage to tell you all that shit while you’re actually awake, you know? I’m kinda a coward when it comes to that stuff. I mean, let’s be honest here for a second, you don’t care about me, right? You probably have the hots for Sammy. Can’t really blame you. You know, I’m not a girl, but I get it. Sometimes I’d like to tug on that hair too, so…”

And that’s when Dean’s muscles suddenly stiffen, his cheeks draining all color as he notices Y/N’s whole body quaking. His heart stops as he hears the first few snorts that slowly morph into a giggle and then into a full-on laugh.

Shit…

“Are you fucking awake?!”

Y/N pops one eye open at first, carefully checking the extent of his angered shock before she dares to pry open the second one, a mischievous twinkle gleaming in her orbs and an amused smile shaping on her pink lips.

“Okay… How much did you hear?”

Y/N shrugs her shoulders as much as she can and chuckles, “Well, pretty much… all of it.”

Dean scoffs, shaking his head as the tips of his ears turn beet red in shame. “What kinda psycho bitch pretends to be asleep while a man pours his heart out, huh? You know, I thought you were practically fucking dead!”

Y/N snorts and rolls her eyes. “You did not. And I think you mean, ‘What kinda psycho bitch pretends to be asleep while an idiot pours his heart out?’”

“Okay, haha, funny,” Dean huffs and chugs his flask. Is it too late to go back to that cave and hope the Wendigo eats him? “Can we just pretend this never happened before Sam gets back, please?”

Y/N responds with a casual twitch of her shoulders as she props herself up on the mattress. “I mean, sure… If that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want, okay?” Dean affirms, nodding. “Don’t want shit to be awkward between us from now on, you know?”

“Yeah, no, I totally get it,” Y/N agrees. “I mean, it would be pretty awkward for you if I didn’t feel the same way about you, which I do.”

“Yeah, see? Glad you get it,” the hunter huffs before his head snaps to her, green eyes widening and growing to the size of the moon. “Wait, what?!”

Y/N’s laughter then fills the motel room, but he can barely hear it over his own pounding heartbeat. Did she just say what he thinks she said? No, right? He heard that wrong. Jesus fuck, he better not make an even bigger fool out of himself.

“You’re cute,” Y/N tells him then and starts chewing on her lower lip.

Dean swallows thickly. “What, uh, what does that mean?”

“Jesus, you really are a feelings virgin,” she snorts another laugh and winces, all the giggles hurting her freshly stitched wound. Good, Dean thinks. She surely deserves that pain.

His cheeks heat up as he awkwardly clears his throat. “Wha-, uh… Let’s not make that a thing, okay? Please?”

“Oh, it’s totally gonna be a thing,” Y/N teases, chuckling.

“Great, mhm…” God, someone help him.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hm, yeah?”

Y/N doesn’t say anything more – all he feels then is her soft lips pressing against his. The tension finally dissipates from his shoulders, his muscles relaxing as he leans into the kiss, his heart thumping wildly in his chest before it drops between his boots. He breathes her in, breathes into the kiss as her tongue slyly sneaks into his mouth and deepens the overwhelming passion as his head becomes dizzier the longer it lasts.

As he fervently kisses her back, he has finally found the right exit and leaves the labyrinth of his mind behind him. He’s on the right path, and it’s goddamn better than his imagination.

A few more one-shots are coming your way this week, so stay tuned, my loves, and let me know if you enjoyed this fic 🥰🖤

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[ghost-likes-drawing]

Spiderbit Day 3 Sci-fi | First Meetings

@anonymous-dentist

This is not my best writing but oh well, had no time to reread I'm to busy today to not post now. Also it's Obsessedduo just like fyi...

Cell was wandering across the planet heaving. when was the last time he had had water? probably not in at least 2 earth days? but it was hard to tell. he was smart but he was no good at physics and he was pretty sure time passed differently out here. So 2 earth days for him. Who knows how long for the rest of the universe or even this planet time had passed. He was pretty sure the planet spun at a speed that one side always faced its star. He hadn't even seen the Sun move.

Maybe hoping onto a random supply transport ship was not his best idea. All he had was a metal knife too. no laser knifes. just a regular ass metal knife. that was fine though. he preferred a metal one anyway. he liked the blood. But it was dangerous being out, alone, with nothing but a metal knife, on a planet he didn't recognize. No food. No water. and the last time he saw anyone was the supervisor of that supply stop he got out at who he also killed and ate already… he'd manage something eventually.

Cell Needed to get up. He had tried to keep going. he still was but his body was shut down. He was so hot… that god damn star… god damn planetary rotation. He hears a hover car speeding closer and prays its not a police cruiser.

When he wakes up he's in the back of a van. there's blood on the walls. not his it seems. he is also drenched.

“oh you woke up.” someone proclaims before pushing a water bottle to his mouth, he nearly cokes and forcessses himself to sit up pushing the guy away.

“what the fuck man! you trying to drown me?” Cell manages horsely.

The guy is smiling. he has on eyeliner, and is in all black, including a hoodie on top. what a creep…. in this heat? sure this car was better then outside but it was still miserable. “sorry got excited. didn't think id find anyone out here. let alone someone alive.” he handed over the water before turning to an open med Kit.

Cell sipped. it was fine. average water. The guy was humming and cell reached into his pocket for the knife. he found nothing.

“Im Roier by the way.” the guy, Roier, hummed “would you happen to know anything about disposing of bodies?” he asked placing a sticker on him, it started to change colors… it was probably checking for dfifficiancies in vitamins. it wasn't looking good either.

“why do you need to know?” Cell asked skeptically.

“I have a dead body I need to dispose of.” he gestured to a bag in the corner by the seats. “you're in prison clothes. thought it was worth a shot. and I can make it two corpses if I need to.”

Cell looks over the guy and sees his knife on the far side of him. So he plays along.

“Oh yea okay. I know a few methods? How old.” Cellbit inquired

“I've had the body for like 2 days?”

Okay gross can't eat it then… that's fine he knew of other methods.

“Yea I got a couple. That'll still work then. And this planet is spaced out enough on this side… i actually think I know the perfect spot.”

After 6 hours according to the car’s clock they made it back to the transport station. No ine knew had come to replace the corpse’s shift lucky for them.

Cell helped carry the body to a pit he found while here originally and covered it up. For some reason Roier wanted the bag back so Cell could see the guy they were burring for a bit. He was dressed really nice, his hair was falling out of a jell style. He was fancy.

“Who was this guy anyway? Your Boss?” Cell asked unable to help his curiosity

“My Husband actually. He was bad at it.” Roier said all light leaving his expression.

Cell frowned. He itched. He hated seeing him like that. He wasn't sure why he cared though. It was dumb.

Cell was determined tho. After the guy was as covered as they were going to get he sucked in pulling both mucus and spit from his throat and mouth before spitting right on the grave.

He looked to Roier who had cracked a smile before copping. Roier looked back to Cell and they both just laughed.

After they calmed down Roier commented “you probably need some fresh clothes. You literally look like you just left Jail.”

To Cell’s credit. It had been years. He just couldn't change his clothes. “What are you getting at?”

“Let me take you to the dark side of the planet. I'll get you set up then do what you want” Roier shrugged looking over him carefully.

Cell returned the consideration. He supposed this couldn't go to bad. They didn't seem to have an interest in killing him. He may as well. “Alright. Sounds good to me.”

[andtheyreonfire]

take me home (what a wonderful way to go)

ao3

WC: 3,288

AN: something of a sequel to all to make you mine. For G/t July 2024, Day 9: Warmth.

~

Ren is cold.

It’s a familiar feeling, as it would be for a borrower. He’s four inches tall. His body doesn’t particularly like keeping heat. Most of the time he deals with layers and layers of scrap fabric, insulating every corner he might walk in, or, when none of that works, grappling into a heating vent so his face doesn’t turn blue and ugly.

He’s a step ahead of other borrowers, too, in that he was very purposefully and by no means accidentally discovered by a few humans. By—ten-ish humans. Whom, whoever, are rightfully enamored with him and give him everything a four inch tall person could ever desire, like warm food and their credit card numbers.

He is currently away from nine of his humans. He would currently kill for a bowl of Sojiro’s curry. He would even beg for a single noodle of Yusuke’s, before he traps him for stealing and forces him to model for several hours as—not even an act retribution, just forgetfulness.

His teeth are chattering. He cannot stop shivering. He feels—lightheaded? His brain’s all fuzzy around the corners. His legs are starting to feel numb. This is fine. Everything’s fine!

Because he’s near his tenth human. Tenth, for a variety of reasons. Like his probable homicide record and his utter disregard for borrower safety and the butterflies Ren feels whenever he so much as looks at him—

The tenth probably isn’t even home. Even disregarding his schedule, he’s always flighty. Never likes to stick in one place. Ren understands entirely, but his tenth isn’t four inches tall and at risk of freezing. He’s just paranoid.

“It’s not paranoia if there are genuinely people out to get me,” Goro's voice echoes through his mind. This was said, as most things are between them, conversationally, while Goro was stalking him throughout his apartment. How was Ren supposed to know what a “bus pass” was, and that it was unusable after he cut and used it as a coffee table?

Whatever. His tenth human, Goro Akechi, was his last shot. Before he’s forced to make the 5-story trek to Ann's apartment. Which is doable. Totally, doable, even more so that he pisses Goro off just enough that he feels his body heat, rather than Goro killing Ren himself—

Ren stumbles, nearly eating shit on the cold, metal vent he’s traversing. He took the fastest route, expecting warm air to envelop him the second he entered. But apparently, Goro's ideal temperature is only a little colder than his heart, and there is nothing blowing through his vents on a snowy, winter night.

His vision’s starting to fuzz—that’s normal, right? God, he can’t remember the last time he ate. He’ll take Goro's patronizing bread crumbs, even. It’s winter. He’s been busy. Maybe he’s a little unprepared, running on an empty stomach and with hardly enough layers to trek through this vent. Every step seems to drain Ren’s heat even further, every breath sends icy air spreading throughout his body.

Everything’s fine, because look, Ren’s here. He shoots his grappling hook at the lip of the vent—and it only bangs into the flat metal wall. He retracts it, hits the old bundle of gears and twine for good measure, and refires. Within seconds, he’s dragging himself out of Goro's vent.

God—was his floor always this cold? It’s exponentially worse out here, the chill of the open air going straight to Ren’s heart. His legs feel stiff. The expanse of Goro's kitchen is so, so massive.

He blinks once, twice. Hey, it’s okay, he’s almost there. He can hear Goro's fake, cheery voice echoing from across the room, a high-pitched hum as he says, “Yes, of course, Saito-san. I already have a portable heater set up. I'm sure you’ll get the heating system up in just a few minutes, you always work magic, haha.”

Ren trudges forward. He can only crane his neck up for a few seconds, before the glare of Goro's lights forces his head down. He’d be surprised if he noticed him. He’s wearing his sneaky thieving clothes, a thin, pitch-black coat that clashes perfectly against the cream white of Goro's tiles. Total stealth.

Goro offers a few more pleasantries and a goodbye, before his footsteps shake the earth. Distantly, Ren can hear him preparing hot water. Distantly, Ren wonders if he should dunk himself into it. It sounds nice, cozy. He continues forward. He probably remembers how to scale Goro's counter, right? He wonders if he can get a ride, or if Goro would just kick him aside like a football.

There’s really nothing stopping him from climbing right up. The counter’s right here, Goro just a few feet away. So what, if he’s so cold that he’s stopped shivering? He shouldn’t be fumbling with his grappling hook, forgetting how to brace himself before he starts soaring. He’s so close.

His grappling hook catches the very edge of the counter.

He’s got this. In three, two, one—

Ren compresses the trigger.

The ground falls beneath him, winking out into a distant view. Normally he’d chose a stronger anchor, but—He’s fine. He nearly hits his head on the underside of Goro’s counter, but he’s fine.

He blinks, hanging off the edge of his hook with one arm. How does he normally get up, again? Why is his head so fuzzy? Why is his grip swaying more than usual?

His legs dangle. He needs to do something. Why is he just—

The grappling hook lurches, slips, almost falls completely off the counter. Ren lurches with it, legs kicking and arms flailing as he tries to find any purchase, any at all—

His hand meets the hard surface of the counter. Muscle memory kicks in, and he swings his legs up, using the last of his strength to climb up. He even manages to throw his grappling hook up instead of letting it shatter to a billion pieces on the floor. Nice.

He’s on solid ground, so why are his limbs still shaking? They’re stiff, sure, but weak. He can’t be weak. He has a strong, mighty bloodline. Impeccable survival instincts. Charm and grace and unmatched humility. But—just sitting here feels like a good idea. Something in him is slipping. Really, he doesn’t even know why he came all the way up here—

A massive shadow falls over him, enveloping him like a wave swallows a seashell. He can’t help a shiver, both from the dip in temperature, and for the familiar, hair-raising electricity that shoots down his spine.

In his peripheral, a hand larger than his bed clutches the counter. Before him, a titanic torso stretches like the sunrise. He cranes his neck up, up, up, ignoring the jabbing pain behind his eyes, to stare into the looming face of Goro Akechi.

Goro doesn’t smile, but something of his expression still reminds Ren of a shark, a snake, the cat who got the cream. His voice booms, “Is there a specific reason you’re tracking footprints on my counter? Or do you just favor trouncing into places a bug like you shouldn’t be in?”

Well, at least Goro's actually at his apartment, instead of working the graveyard shift at his mysterious second job he answers no questions about. He probably just works at Big Bang Burger and is embarrassed. Anyways, Ren stands up, almost loses his balance, and pointedly crosses his arms instead of expending the energy to flail them. At least he’s not shivering. “I came here for ba—a v—very specific reason.”

“Oh?” Goro leans closer, his hands coming up to block Ren’s escape point. His breath washes over Ren, and its warmth only makes the cold air even more jarring. He can almost feel Goro’s body heat, if slightly blocked by a sweater and those dorky gloves he always wears. He just needs him a little closer. “And what is that?”

Ren’s body feels so, so light—his vision isn’t supposed to be this fuzzy, right? His tongue can hardly move. He either needs to piss Goro off until his warm hand pins down Ren’s body, or he decides to drop him in his toasty pocket to contain him. Either sounds heavenly. Ren says, confident as stone, “The reason is—“

Ren passes out.

***

He awakes to perfect, blissful warmth.

Hot air envelops him, filling his lungs and curling his toes. A warm, solid weight rests across his entire body. Not as warm as the blissful heat buffeting him, but enough to keep it trapped, the weird, leathery fabric of his blanket be damned.

And, oh, this is what it’s all about. This is the heaven mice go to after they perish in a glue trap, the afterlife hamsters enter after being eaten by a human child. The Valhalla borrowers ascend to after dying by honorable means, like dropping dead on his favorite human’s counter. He should’ve frozen to death ages ago. Ren snuggles back into this new, weighted blanket, letting this heat seep into his still-cold bones. Absolutely perfect—

A thundering bang echoes somewhere behind him, followed by a familiar, murderous growl, “Dropping dead on my fucking counter, who does he think he is—“

Ren’s eyes snap open.

He lies on a massive, plush surface. Before him, looming too high for Ren to take in all of it, is what Ren assumes is a human heater. It’s directed at his tiny form, Ren resting on a couch cushion like a pearl in an oyster.

Ren’s not dead.

He knows this when a pair of dark pants fill half of vision, and Ren can’t resist craning his head up, up, up, to see Goro Akechi looming over him like God’s shittiest angel.

He’s carrying something. A small something. A small something that he sets down next to Ren, slower than he thought humans were capable of. It’s a tall bottle cap. A warm, savory-smelling liquid sloshing as Goro sets it down, fingernails glinting in the light—

”You leave traces of yourself, everywhere.” Goro'd said to Ren, once the borrower was in his clutches, dangled over Goro's head by a single leg. “Someone will always find you, whether or not you think they’re searching. Whether or not you think they’re capable of exploiting what they uncover.”

Goro's not wearing gloves.

Surely Ren’s seeing things. He always wears gloves. Whether he’s dangerously engrossed in his detective hero fantasy, is genuinely that paranoid, or a secret third thing, Ren doesn’t know. What he does know is that Goro's left hand is bared. And that the missing glove is—

Ren shifts, pushes his hands against the heavy fabric blanketing him. He sits up the best he can, seeing enough to know his legs disappear into a familiar, wide shape. To know that Goro's missing glove is wrapped around Ren like a giant quilt.

It kind of smells like him, faint, cheap coffee and the hand lotion Ren’s smelled on his arms. It’s nice. It’s warm. It’s safe—

Goro's hand is retreating, him too engrossed in his task to even notice Ren sitting up. So, Ren does what he does best: channel Morgana’s instincts long enough to lunge over, and knock the cap of soup right onto Goro's couch.

Goro's hand freezes. Ren can see it shake. He can’t stop his heart from pounding as he watches tendons wider than his fingers flex, the curl of knuckles larger than his knees. It’s boring, under his glove: well-trimmed, zero dirt, paler than most of his body. Ren wonders if it’s just as warm. He’ll probably find out; it looks five seconds away from wrapping around his body and squeezing.

Before Goro can actually kill him, Ren says, “Now, this is a sight I wouldn’t mind waking up to every m—“ He clears his throat. Tries again, “Hey, uh. What happened?”

Goro's eyebrow twitches. Calmly, carefully, he rights the fallen cap, collecting the broth with his fingers and shaking it off somewhere behind his legs. Calmly, carefully, he lowers himself to a kneel, bracketing his arms around Ren. His heart pounds. “You tell me—or are you doing to kneel over again before you can finish the sentence?”

Ren snorts. He moves to speak, but Goro beats him to it, glaring at the stain Ren left on his couch. “I got that for you, you know. Fluids and preserving body heat are important when dealing with hypothermia. I expected you’d be stupid enough to put yourself into that state, but I didn’t expect you’d be so stupid as to fight me on recovery, especially considering how severe your case is—“

The hair on the back of Ren’s neck prickles. “I'm fine, not severe at all. I just needed a quick nap—“

“Oh, really?” Goro shifts back, slamming his bare hand right next to Ren. He can’t quite suppress a flinch. “Your body weight is unusually low, which is impressive, considering you already weigh less than a fucking leaf. Your eyes are sunken in. I can feel your ribcage—and you’re freezing to the touch.” Ren flinches, again, and tries to speak, as if Goro's current volume isn’t hurting his ears. “When was the last time you ate? Drank? Slept? I haven’t been able to check if you have frostbite or a genuine cold—“

Ren’s instincts flare. He scrambles for a defense. He’s too small, too exposed, too warm. He manages, voice high and sharp, “And you give a shit?”

Surprisingly, it works. Goro backs off, bare hand still lingering near Ren’s form. He seems to reassess itself, before his expression closes off into something utterly blank. “I wasn’t aware you were capable of fending for yourself.”

And, see, the thing is, Ren’s perfectly capable of doing so. Ren cannot, right now, considering his head is pounding and his legs are cramping and his hook’s on Goro's counter. He hates this. He hates this. He hates this feeling of helplessness, of having to rely on another person to maintain his wellbeing. He hates being vulnerable.

But more importantly, he hates this distance with Goro. This touch-and-go game, how he thought he was handing Goro a blatant victory with this but instead he’s—What? Making soup for him and giving him blankets?

And he hates the slight hurt in Goro's eyes, a sight clear as day from Ren’s tiny angle. He hates how he can’t have Goro concretely, and he hates how Goro is leaning, moving, inching away—

“Wait!” Ren blurts. Without thinking, he latches onto Goro's thumb, digging his nails into his skin before he can slip away.

It works.

Goro's here, his warm, warm breath puffing down onto Ren. He’s watching him like a hawk, face carefully neutral.

“I'm—“ Ren licks his lips. “I'm sorry,” he says, because he should. Because he means it. Because it’s easier to say over I love you.

Goro won’t accept that. It’s still Ren’s turn. A few moments ago, he could’ve backtracked, laughed it off. Of course all he needed was a nap and a snack. Always a generous host, Akechi-san, if you don’t mind him, he’ll be leaving—

But it’s too late for that. Goro's watching his next move, and he doesn’t know what else to say. Does Goro genuinely care? Will he kill him if he answers wrong? This is so difficult, fuck. This is why the only emotion Ren prefers to feel around Goro is fear. He needs to say something.

He’s never had to do this before, and he’s going to lose a lot more than his life if he doesn’t. He wouldn’t care if it was just his own survival, but—Goro's different.

Ren makes a decision.

“I need your help,” Ren says, voice barely audible within the expanse of Goro's room. He continues, even smaller, “Don’t leave me?”

And that, final nail softens Goro's expression into something Ren would almost call warm.

“God, you’re an idiot,” Goro says, his usual snark returning to his voice. “If you’re so desperate, you can stay with me for the night. You don’t take up that much room, I suppose.”

Ren melts in relief. Before he can ask if this means a truce, Goro starts, “I do really...”

Ren blinks. Goro doesn’t finish. Like the fool he is, Ren asks, “Really what?”

Goro's mask slides back on. To Ren, it’s just a narrow of the eyes in thought. “I do wonder when the heat will come back on. At least you’re not freezing anymore. What’re your symptoms?”

And just like that, the night passes in a blur. To Goro's credit, he is far less overbearing than Ren feared. He notes his symptoms (just a headache, it really was mild) with a hum. Fills the silence with talk of work and gossip while Ren takes his water and soup. It’s a nice alternative to accepting that he’s here, sitting on a human’s coffee table, too weak to escape—all the while accepting freebies like they’re nothing.

At least Goro's here, radiating heat, snatching Ren up without a second thought. His stupid attractive face constantly filling Ren’s vision.

At least he hasn’t pushed away someone he can’t bear to lose.

Some time later, Ren’s settled on Goro's bedside table, glove a leathery sleeping bag. Goro's voice hums in the background, droning on about some co-worker and their petty drama, or whatever. Ren can’t stop listening to him. He also needs him to shut up. “Hey, detective.”

Goro hums. “What? Is the arrangement not to your liking?”

No. He loves being level with Goro's face. His hair frames his head like a halo. His big, stupid eyelashes flutter with every sleepy blink. He’s never been this close when his life wasn’t in mortal danger. His heart is pounding like he is.

The faint adrenaline gives Ren the courage to say, “I needed this—I needed you.” Ren smiles. “Thank you, Goro.”

And something beautiful happens.

From the tips of his ears to the corners of his jawline, Goro turns red. His mouth parts, ever-so-slightly. And his eyes...

He expects Goro to snap, to glare at him and hiss something like I told you not to call me that. He expects him to kill him on the spot. Ren understands this part of Goro: the mortifying ordeal of being named.

Instead, Goro reaches over, bare hand filling Ren’s vision. Massive fingers scoop up Goro’s glove and its passenger, lifting them up effortlessly. Ren can’t see anything aside from dark leather, can’t feel anything except the warmth of Goro’s hand. For a second, he doesn’t even care how vulnerable he is. He could stay like this, weightless in Goro’s gravity, until the end of time.

Eventually, Goro sets him down. Ren knows where he is even before he hears the steady beating of Goro’s heart. He unfurls, finding himself tucked into Goro’s chest pocket. His chest rises and falls, carrying him with it, burying him into warmth, fabric and utter bliss.

Goro mutters, voice reverberating through Ren’s core, “It’s easier to keep an eye on you, like this.” When Ren can’t help but smile up at him, Goro snorts. “Good night, Joker.”

And with that, Goro's bedroom plunges into darkness. Ren huddles into Goro's glove, hands reaching out to clutch the fabric of his pocket. He can’t help but smile brighter when he feels Goro’s hand curl around him, not overbearing, but close enough to feel his vulnerable skin.

“Call me Amamiya, at least,” He whispers into the night air. Even if the heat came on right now, Ren wouldn’t feel it, not for the warmth thrumming through his veins. “Or take me on a date first, Goro.”

He’ll tell Goro everything, soon, Ren decides, and drifts off to sleep.

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 29: Oliver's Welcome

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: captivity, mind control

Oliver stood in Lord Alexander's foyer, trembling like a leaf, holding his box of worldly possessions. The only thing preventing him from keeling over entirely was Miss Lily's ingrained conditioning to not resist and to be a good thrall. Fainting would be neither of these. He wanted to make a good impression. He was getting dangerously lightheaded regardless.

"Okay, you look like you need to sit down. You've been through a lot," said Lord Alexander. Oliver was washed with relief that at least his new master was treating him with mercy as he was whisked through a door into a darkened room.

A gas lamp flickered to life, revealing a startlingly ordinary kitchen. It was spotless, as though it were hardly used. There was an icebox and a stove with a bright metal kettle, and a knife block and a basket of fruit on the counter. A couple of white linen towels were hanging near the double sink. Lord Alexander led him to a small round table with a few wooden chairs, and sat him down. 

Oliver felt as if he shouldn't be so surprised. Lord Alexander would have to have a kitchen, after all, to feed a human thrall such as himself. But when he entered a vampire's mansion, he hadn't expected a completely mundane kitchen to be the first thing he encountered past the foyer.

"Here. Drink." Lord Alexander set a tall glass of water in front of him and sat down himself. "Try and compose yourself, if you can. I realize this isn't the best situation for you, but I assure you I'm not going to harm you."

Oliver nodded weakly, grateful for any reassurance, as he gulped down water. The fear was still strong, but at least Lord Alexander wasn't being cruel to him. "Thank you very much, sir."

"No trouble," he said. "This kitchen is more or less yours. I expect you to prepare your own food and to clean up after yourself. I can and will procure any groceries you need and alter the milkman's delivery schedule to fit your tastes. I don't intend to otherwise concern myself with what you eat as long as you do it."

"Yes, sir," he said, the most relieved he'd been since arriving. The implications in what Lord Alexander was telling him weren't lost on him. If the kitchen was his, he likely wouldn't be chained up or confined to a single room. Having free reign over what he cooked and ate implied a certain amount of autonomy. If Lord Alexander intended to leave him to his own devices much of the time... he took a deep breath and relaxed, just a little.

He looked up, and Lord Alexander's eyes were examining him as though he were a specimen on a slide, and the strange mixture of nerves and rapture that he'd experienced at the auction house washed over him. He was in a vampire's house, at a vampire's mercy. He gulped more water.

"If you're feeling more composed, I could show you to your room next."

Oliver took a deep breath. "Yes, sir, I would like to see it." Based on the rest of the house so far, he knew intellectually that it was likely to be an ordinary bedroom, but his head still swam with the worst possibilities. A dank and filthy cell in the basement like in pulp horror novels, crawling with rats... He pushed it out of his mind, standing up and taking his box. He was being irrational.

Lord Alexander led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, picking up a lamp in the foyer and carrying it with him. At the very least, Oliver thought, he wasn't being stashed in the basement. They walked down a short hallway with blue wallpaper in a suffocating floral pattern and arrived at a door.

The first impression Oliver had of the bedroom was that it was enormous. It contained the largest bed he'd ever seen, done up in fine linens with at least a dozen assorted pillows, and there was still more than ample room left over. There were bookshelves, these only partially filled, as well as an imposing oak wardrobe in the corner and a few sets of drawers. An overstuffed, comfortable looking leather chair sat in the corner, with a matching ottoman. Surprisingly, there was also a wide window, albeit with thick velvet curtains blocking his view.

"Well? Is this acceptable?"

Oliver couldn't say no even if he wanted to, couldn't penetrate the fog in his mind to beg to be returned back to his cozy tiny bedroom with his pile of knitted blankets and lumpy armchair and the half-finished book on his nightstand. But barring the possibility of going home, this was more than acceptable. "Yes, sir, very much so."

"There's basic clothes in the wardrobe and drawers, both suitable for going out and for staying in," Lord Alexander explained (and oh, he was going to be allowed out sometimes, thank goodness). "If you have any needs, anything at all -- clothing, entertainment, education, supplies for hobbies and artistic pursuits -- let me know and I'll procure them for you. Money is little object. We will be living together, and I do not wish for you to be bored or miserable."

Oliver set his box on top of one of the dressers, and sat down on the edge of the bed. It was pleasantly soft and inviting beneath him. "That's very generous, sir," he said, his head swimming, overwhelmed with conflicting feelings about his new situation.

If it had been awful, if he'd been confined to a dungeon or chained to a wall, that might have made it easier, in a perverse way. He'd have every incentive to resist. Being trapped in a gilded cage like this... it reminded him of how Miss Lily had conditioned him. It was easier, he supposed, to trap a mind with pleasure than with fear and pain. If his life here was tolerable, good, even...

Maybe he really was well suited to being a vampire's thrall.

He felt the slip in his mind, another barrier crumbling. He'd lose himself for sure, staying here.  He knew it in his bones, and yet, there was so little he could do about it. He couldn't exactly ask Lord Alexander to treat him worse.

He thought once more of the myth of the lotus eaters, and shuddered.

"While I hope that you'll generally keep your room neat, there is a housekeeper who visits several times a week. He'll also handle laundry." Alexander looked uncomfortable, as though discussing laundry logistics were a way to distract from the awkward atmosphere.

"Is the housekeeper also a thrall, sir?" Oliver asked, feeling a pang as he realized what he'd said. Also a thrall.

"No, he's a fledgling vampire who can use the money. You're the only thrall here."

"I see, sir," he said quietly, looking at his feet, then back up at Lord Alexander. "Then I'll be the only one providing -- I mean, that is to say -- "

"Your blood?"

The atmosphere shifted. Alexander was still standing nonchalantly in the bedroom door, but Oliver could feel his eyes growing more intense, his own thoughts clouding in response. "Yes, my blood, sir."

"Well, yes. I will be drinking your blood on a regular basis. Not tonight, as you need a chance to settle, but... soon, yes."

Cold fear warred with strange desire within Oliver. Now that it was almost upon him, he couldn't help but quail at the idea of fangs sliding into his neck, drinking from him. But the way Lord Alexander was looking at him with sharp eyes and talking to him in a low, soothing voice... like he could listen all day... listen and obey... provide him with anything he desired...

They were alone, all alone in a vast mansion. There was no one to stop Alexander from taking what he wanted. Oliver shuddered at the thought, and it wasn't completely from fear this time.

"Why me, sir?" he said, trying to collect his thoughts and snap out of it a bit. "Why did you warn me, but then ultimately buy me?" It was one of the questions that had been burning in his mind ever since the auction.

"I bought you because I couldn't stand any other vampire, especially a vampire I hated, getting their hands on you. You would have been tortured and then destroyed if Jameson purchased you. Almost anything is better than that." said Lord Alexander. The shift in conversation topics lessened the weight of his gaze upon Oliver. "And as for the warning... I'm sorry, but it wasn't as altruistic as you might be thinking. I'm not sure you would like the answer."

"I want to know, sir."

"...Because I wanted you myself, but I wasn't prepared to take you," Lord Alexander admitted. "And sending you through the auction house risked your mind being stolen, not to mention the risk that you'd be bought by someone else. I was hoping you wouldn't end up there, that you'd remain in your little bookshop until... circumstances permitted."

"You... wanted me...?" said Oliver. "Even before?"

"Yes."

Oliver thought of Lord Alexander in his shop, leaning over the counter and asking questions about rare and interesting books. The entire time, he'd been... "What makes me worth all of that?"

"Your blood. But not only that. It's... many of your qualities," he said. "It's not something I expect a human to fully understand. But suffice to say that I doubt I'll regret what I paid."

Oliver swallowed hard, hands twisting in the bedcovers. That didn't explain anything, really. Why? He'd gone his entire life without being especially wanted. Oh, it wasn't as though he were despised or abused, but he had never been anyone's first choice, with no close friends and no romantic prospects. And now, he was wanted for this of all things, qualities he couldn't even define, appealing only to vampires. 

And what circumstances did Lord Alexander speak of? What was he concealing?

"We should finish up the little tour. Come on," said Lord Alexander, disappearing from the doorway, Oliver following.

"This will be your personal bathroom. Again, if there are particular toiletries needed, just request them. It's no trouble." He pushed the door open to show Oliver, and this time he was not surprised it was extravagant and well kept. There was a large bathtub with a shower, a pile of thick towels, and a basket of fancy soaps and other products he didn't recognize.

"The rest of the second floor consists mainly of extra guest rooms and a few storerooms for books. There is a sitting room down the second hallway that you might enjoy," said Lord Alexander. "My chambers are on the third floor, and that is off limits to you at this time. Otherwise, you may occupy and use whatever parts of the house you wish."

"Thank you, sir." The forbidden third floor was the first real restriction Oliver had been given so far, but he was pleased that he was being allowed mostly free reign of the house. That produced a burning question, one he'd wanted to ask but had been nervous about asking. "Sir, ah, may I ask -- what about leaving the house? Not to escape, of course!" he hastily clarified. "Nothing like that, sir! To get fresh air or visit a shop, for instance."

Lord Alexander was examining him carefully. "Not without my permission, and you do not have my permission yet."

Oliver's brows furrowed at his tone, something in him rising up and attempting to assert itself before drowning back under the waves of no desire to resist, only obey.

"Do you have something to say?" asked Lord Alexander.

He swallowed it. "No, sir."

"None of that. You're not going to be punished for speaking your mind. Say what you're going to say."

Oliver looked up. Well, if he explicitly wasn't being disobedient... "Well, sir... don't you find this strange? I'm a grown man, you knew me, you patronized my bookshop for years, and now you're telling me I'm not allowed to even go outside?" He clamped down his mouth as soon as he said it, fearful, flinching away from Lord Alexander. 

Lord Alexander didn't seem the least bit perturbed. "Yes, I'm not surprised that's what you're thinking. I'm not upset at you for saying so," he said. "But you should understand that I've kept thralls for decades. You're not the first and you won't be the last. Yes, I believe in treating humans well. I even enjoy human company, to a certain extent. But I'm a vampire lord, you are my thrall, and it is my right to impose what restrictions I may.  Is that clear?"

He felt fear all over again. Lord Alexander might very well be more merciful than some of the other vampires who could have bought him, but he was still a vampire, and Oliver was still trapped. "Yes, sir. I understand."

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but there was something sad in Lord Alexander's eyes. 

"I do understand, you know. It must chafe to not be allowed outside. But there's already a target on my back, and there will be a target on yours as well, if there isn't already -- thanks to the very public showing I had to make at the auction house. I don't make rules solely to be cruel or tyrannical." He pushed his hand through his hair. "When I'm not awake, feel free to open the windows and doors to get fresh air and sunshine, at least."

"I will, sir," he said.

"I hope... I hope you can find some happiness here despite it all. It would be good to..." He swallowed hard and looked away. "Let's continue on."

Part 28 >> Masterlist >> Part 30

Extra: Fitz's Waking Nightmare

I very much enjoyed writing the descriptions of Alexander's mansion.

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[storiesavenged]

experiment 03

bruce banner x enhanced!reader

~ wherein reader is enhanced with cryokinesis (ice powers) in a hydra lab and bruce saves them while on a mission.

~ masterlist | part 2

!! trigger warnings !!

• abuse

• ptsd

authors note ;; cryokinesis is basically like being elsa :P reader can manipulate ice to make weapons/attack or create things with. reader is adressed as three until later on.

you couldn't remember the last time you ate, or the last time you had a long, peaceful sleep. hydra had been working you like a dog, harnessing your cryokinesis- given to you by them of course- for their own benefit. they wanted a weapon that could take down the avengers once and for all. you were always gaslighted into believing they were the evil ones. you were manipulated into doing their bidding, through punishment.

"get the fuck up three. don't make me hurt you." the hydra man spat. you had fallen to the floor from pure exhaustion as they were forcing you to use your powers way beyond what your body could handle. not to mention you hadn't been fed in a few days as you had "not been behaving".

"s-sir... i can't..." you winced, your body already trembling at the thought of what he'd do to you. it was the same every time, but regardless it never failed to horrify you.

the man scoffed.

"pathetic. i can't believe we haven't scrapped you already." he said under his breath, but you had heard it clear. you didn't cry. you couldn't, they had bled you dry for tears. you were numb to every horrible thing they ever said to you. suddenly you were roughly forced to stand and dragged over to your cell. tight metal chains attached securely to your wrists keeping you suspended in the air. you silently prayed like you did each time that someday you'd get out of here. then the punches came. your body jerked with each hit, almost instantly bruising up due to how thin you were. you weren't sure how long he abused you before a loud bang rippled through the basement walls. truthfully you weren't sure what the hell was happening. one minute you're being repeatedly beaten and scolded, the next there's gunshots and yelling. your vision was blurry but you could make out the figure of a man headed your direction.

"shit... i've got a captive down here, they need medical attention.." the man trailed off, his eyes scanning your body. before you knew it you were out of the cuffs and in his arms. you wanted to fight, you knew it was one of the avengers but you didn't have the energy. you simply let it happen, hoping they would be easier on you when they inevitably jailed you again and interrogated you about the operations of hydra. you hoped that it would all be over soon, as your vision went black.

your eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the bright lights of the new place you were in. as you regained more of your conscience, you noticed you were in some sort of medical room. there was a man typing away at a computer across the room from you.

"s-sir...? where am i..." you croaked, attempting to get an idea of what was happening. were they just helping you? or were there ulterior motives?

"oh, you're awake! it's okay, you're in the avengers headquarters medical wing." he explained softly, attentive to how concerned you were.

"don't worry, we won't hurt you." he added, a soft smile adorning his features. you noticed his black, curly hair, and his purple button down underneath a white labcoat.

"o-okay.." you winced a little as you moved to sit yourself up, the man rushing to help.

"hey hey hey it's okay, i've got you." he said as he helped you position yourself more upright. he was so.. kind to you. you weren't sure why, you were convinced the avengers were the bad guys. you were taken out of your thoughts by the man clearing his throat.

"guess i should introduce myself. i'm doctor banner, though bruce is fine if you're more comfortable with that." banner smiled, you couldn't help but feel at ease when he smiled. it made you feel safe.

"i... don't know my name..." you spoke softly, ashamed of yourself. you were taken from an orphanage by hydra when you were just 8, but have no recollection of it. all you'd ever known is is hydra. and the name they had chosen for you was three.

"they call me three.." you added, not sure what else to say. you truly had no sense of self. you weren't allowed to build one.

"is that what you'd like to be called?" banner asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

"i don't know... i-it's all i ever knew.." you admitted, truly unsure of what to think. but you really didn't mind being called three. at first it was a positive thing, a nickname if you will. there was a man at hydra that was nice to you all the time. he called you three affectionately, as before they would just call you experiment 03. you could feel a sense of warmth from his memory, his presence was the only safe one you had ever felt during your time in hydra.

"then we'll call you three. but let me know if you don't like it, i can understand why you wouldn't.." he trailed off, sadness in his eyes. did he feel bad for you?

"u-uhm.. sir-.. d..doctor banner...?" you asked timidly. whenever you didn't use formalities with those at hydra you were punished. it was always sir or ma'am. the fear was always there.

"yeah three?" he replied, moving to grab some instruments to draw blood.

"why... did you guys help me...? i... they... told me you all were bad..." you shook as he came nearer to you with the needle in his hands. your body moved away from it, eyes widening at your own reaction. the last time you tried avoiding hydra's serum injections you were hurt badly.

banner frowned, giving a knowing sigh.

"of course they told you that. well, simply put, you were in trouble. you obviously are not with them, you were taken. right? that's why you were locked up?" he asked, to which you nodded.

"it's our duty to help people; keep them safe. would have been a different story if you were with them, though." he grabbed some more supplies from off his desk, moving slowly towards you again.

"i need to draw some blood, is that okay? i just need to do some tests." he questioned, wanting to make sure you were comfortable. he saw the way you reacted to the needle. being an abuse victim himself he understood, and made sure to not cross any boundaries.

"o-okay..." you nodded timidly, giving him permission. you couldn't help the way your body flinched as the needle went in, and you could hear him make a noise of sadness, presumably about your history which was making you afraid. you almost hated how kind he was to you, your mind was convincing you it was just to get you to trust him so he could betray you later.

"i... i'm so sorry, three. no one deserves to be put through what you experienced..." he looked deep into your eyes, sadness radiating from his own. you searched his in return, feeling a sense of understanding. like he was truly empathetic with your situation. it made you wonder if he had been through a similar thing.

"it's.. it's okay-"

"no, it's not.. no one should treat another person like that..." you swore you saw his eyes flash green, but you chalked it up to you hallucinating, after all you didn't feel much pain so you knew you were on some pretty heavy pain medications.

"i mean.. look at you. no offense but, you're thin as a twig, all black and blue.." he scanned the parts of your body that weren't covered by a hospital gown, wincing at the scars on your pale skin. you shrunk in on yourself, feeling self conscious. you hadn't seen how you looked for a long time but you could only assume it was god awful the way banner looked at you with pity.

"i'm sorry.. but you definitely did not deserve any of this. don't tell yourself you did, okay?" banner urged, you just nodded, fighting a yawn but losing.

"here, get some rest. you've been through a lot today." he said as he helped you lay back down. you fell asleep rather quickly, as you were exhausted.

bruce pov ;;

i worked on analyzing the blood samples taken from three, the results showing me what i feared. i figured they were enhanced but i couldn't be certain without doing tests. one thing that concerned me was how cold three was. my mind wandered off, only being pulled out of my thoughts when someone entered. i turned to see tony standing in the doorframe, eyeing three curiously.

"so this is the kid you saved?" he inquired, moving closer to get a better look.

"yeah, they're resting right now. i feel... awful, tony." i admitted, feeling really emotional about the whole thing.

"how come? this is no different than other rescue missions, what's different about this one?" he asked, and truth be told i wasn't sure why i seemed so emotional about three. partly due to the fact i have been in their shoes for certain, but i don't quite know why else.

"i.. well i empathize with their situation. as you know i was.. well.." i trailed off, clearing my throat.

"this one is just... i can't place it tony. this is the most severe case we've had... and... they're enhanced."

"what? like wanda and cap?" his eyes were wider now, curious as to what the story was.

"i'd assume more like cap, they jolted when i pulled out a needle to draw blood for tests so i assume there's a needle thing there somewhere." i explained, my heart aching for three, wondering just how much they went through.

"what do we know about them?"

"well.. they said they didn't know if they had a name. they've been called three. so i've been calling them three, they don't seem to mind, might be familiar for them amidst all this change." tony nodded, urging me to continue.

"i.. didn't get much else from them. i didn't want to pry too much. but medically i know they are enhanced. i'm not sure what their power is. they are also cold to the touch. at first i thought it was because they were in a basement but it hasn't gotten any better since being here. i'm not sure what that's about." i explained, knowing the temperature thing was an odd detail but i thought tony might have some input.

he walked over to three, standing next to them to examine them. he stopped at their hands, picking one up and looking at it closely. i rolled my stool closer to look at what he was seeing, noticing three's fingertips were ice. how the hell had i not noticed that before??

"i think three here has cryokinesis. ice powers. that would explain them being cold and the ice fingertips. we've got ourselves an elsa." i had to stifle laughter at the joke he made. tony's always finding nicknames for the team.

"hey tony, do you think we should give them a name? you know like... an actual name and not just a number? i can't be certain they are truly happy being called three, surely it must take them right back there.." i rambled off, shaking my head at the thoughts now entering it.

"yeah, that sounds good. got any suggestions?"

"well.. no. i asked you because you're quick to have a nickname for everyone you meet. thought you'd come up with something better than i could." i said. he stroked his stubble covered chin with his fingers, humming softly.

"how about y/n?" he suggested with a shrug.

"i like that, it suits them. i'll let them know they can choose y/n or three when they wake." i smiled. i love the way y/n rolls off the tongue, and it really does suit them.

"well, i should get going. but let me know if you learn more, i'm interested about this one." he stated before making his way out of the room. i shook my head, knowing he probably has a plan for y/n.

you woke up later the next day feeling a lot better than before. the bruises on your body healing

"hey three! how're ya feeling?" he asked, you managed a small smile.

"better, i.. well i haven't had a good sleep in years..." you frowned once more, remembering the uncomfortable cot you slept on in your cell when hydra wasn't working you half to death. you recalled how you slept light since there was always a threat.

"i'm glad you slept well." he smiled, finishing what he was typing on his computer before rolling over to you on his stool.

"so, tony and i had a chat about things and we came up with an actual name for you."

"oh, what is it?" you quizzed, particularly interested to get an actual name.

"tony suggested y/n, i thought it really suited you but ultimately it's up to you if you like it or not." he explained, you loved the way the name rolled off his tongue.

"i.. i love it doctor banner.. i'll use it." you smiled softly, feeling happy they cared about you enough to offer you a real name.

"okay y/n. i'm really glad you like it." he grinned before pulling out a clipboard and clicking his pen.

"i have a few questions for you, is that alright? if you don't feel comfortable answering just let me know- some of these are questions tony had and i would be understanding if they are uncomfortable for you." he explained, looking into your eyes once more.

"okay... i-i'll try to answer as much as i can.." you could feel your hands trembling, intrusive thoughts filling your mind. what if they were just buttering you up to use you to get hydra intel? banner frowned, seeing you trailing off into your thoughts while your hands shook with fear. he couldn't even begin to imagine what they had done to you to make you so timid and afraid.

"alright. tell me everything you know about yourself." he prompted, getting ready to write your answers down.

"well.. i was taken by hydra at a young age.. given cryokinetic powers through injections. i would say i have excellent control of my abilities, there was never a moment i wasn't training them- but because of that i don't recognize when i've pushed myself too much." you explained, focusing on your breathing to keep yourself calm as you searched through all your other memories.

"i don't remember much of anything from my life before hydra. they also... told me..." you trailed off, hands trembling once more.

"what did they say?" banner asked, a worried look on his face now.

"they told me... to k-kill you all..." you started to panic a little, worried they would hurt you because you were supposed to kill them.

"n-not that i would want to s-sir.. i-i don't want to hurt you all i swear!! i-i'm not... i'm not with them..." your breathing picked up in pace rapidly, and soon you were in a full blown panic attack, ice covering the walls and ceiling due to your emotions being on high. this caused tony to book it down to where you were.

"what the hell is happening here?" his voice boomed as he ripped open the door, ice falling from it and onto the ground. he took one look at you, curled up and rocking back and forth, hyperventilating and his face softened now knowing you weren't turning against them. he rushed to your side along with banner and took your hands in his, shuddering at how cold they were.

"y/n listen to me, can you hear me? i need you to take deep breaths okay? we're not going to hurt you. you're safe here." he spoke calmly, rubbing your palms with his thumbs to try to bring you back to reality.

"breathe with us y/n, okay? i need you to take a deep breath in, ready?" banner instructed, getting a shaky nod from you he continued to lead you through deep breathing. as you calmed down the ice went away too, bringing the room's temperature back up and with it your own temperature.

"i.. 'm sorry... p-please believe me.. i don't work for them.. i don't want to k.. kill.." you whimpered, afraid of the mere thought of having to kill them especially after they'd been so nice to you. you tucked your knees into your chest, your forehead resting on them. tony looked at bruce, an eyebrow raised and confusion in his eyes.

"hydra told y/n we were the enemy, tony. they told them to kill us. i guess they realized they were supposed to and thought we'd hurt them for it.." banner sighed, explaining to tony why this had even happened in the first place.

"i see.. i believe you y/n. if you wanted to you would have tried by now." tony rested a hand gently on your shoulder. you looked up to see a smile on his face, sincerety written on his features. he knew trust had to be built before he would offer a place as an avenger to you. after all seeing your powers in motion convinced him all that much more you needed to be on the team.

"t-thank you sir... for believing me.. and helping me.." you gave a small smile, looking at both of them.

"you've got banner to thank for that one, y/n. he's the one that rescued you." he smirked at banner, he was a genius afterall so he knew banner felt something for you.

"doctor banner.. you were the one who..." you trailed off, your mind replaying the moment you were taken out of the hydra base that kept you away from the world for so long. your eyes widened as you realized it was bruce that helped you.

"i.. how can i ever repay you..?" you whispered, not even sure how you could possibly return the favour.

"oh, y/n please you don't have to repay me at all. i did what any one of us would have done. it's our duty, i really don't expect anything in return for doing my job." he smiled. something about his smile made you feel different- good different. maybe staying with the avengers wouldn't be so bad.

authors note ;; making this a series ^^ i really loved this idea and i think it called for a series anyway as it was a very open prompt. parts will be published at my own pace

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