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aetheternity · 2 years ago

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This case is wide open

A/N: Did someone ask for a Criminal! reader x Heziou fic? No? Probably not cause I'm def not the first person to do this but his birthday is soon and he deserves a gift. So a gift for him and a gift for everyone that follows me that wishes I wrote more.

Disclaimer: afab reader, sexual situations, one use of the word "girl", creampie, oral (M), Minors DNI.

"Well, well, well a little birdy told me you were back but I was almost hoping they were lying." A click of the main steel door that allowed entry to the cells and several footsteps later and who but Shikanoin Heizou now stood before you. A couple fingers squeezing the metal bars that separated you and him.

His smile just as shitty as it'd been the first day he'd caught you. The first time you'd ever been tossed into one of these cells. Though that look in his eyes was fairly new. A glimmer completely isolated for when he'd caught your eye. One he'd managed to refrain from showing when the two of you were sharing company amongst others.

"Maybe I missed you." You roll your eyes up at him but his smile never lets up. Instead you hear the sharp clink of keys followed by the loud slide of the heavy metal doors.

His sandals click almost harshly over the concreate as he waltzes past you, swiveling around to plop himself down on the cold hard bench in the corner of your cell. "Now, why is our prison's most persistent guest sat way over there on the floor? Wouldn't you be more comfortable up here?"

You click your teeth trying to keep the smile tugging at the corners of your lips at bay. Without standing you shuffle your way between his legs. Your index fingers slithering up the legs of his shorts keeping eye contact with his piercing greens. You nearly catch him shudder but he manages to stave off the reaction straightening in his seat.

"I'd be more comfortable with my freedom." You grimly remark

He merely sighs in response, "Seems you should've thought about that before.. hm? Wait a tick, I forgot to ask what you did this time."

Your hands soon busy themselves with wrapping around the base of his clothed cock. Shifting the fabric of his shorts up and down with your palms. Your lips popping open, almost as though you plan to answer only for your tongue to loll out. It curves along his shaft, flat over every inch of him that you can reach and so effortlessly slow as you work. This time his shudder isn't hard to miss and you relish in it with the shittiest grin you can muster.

His hands find their way to the back of your head, thumbs sliding gently over the nape of your neck. The process of undoing his pants from this angle was a pain but within a minute or two you'd successfully freed his cock. The deep sigh that filtered off his lips made your heart thump impressively hard against your rib cage. That annoying smile of his turned into a pleasured grimace at the smooth rotation of your tongue circling his overly sensitive tip. Pre cum nearly pooling from his slit.

For a split second his eyes shut but you draw them back with your grip on the hem of his shirt. "I want your eyes on me."

A part of you does want to continue your teasing but you had other plans for the most annoying detective of Tenryou Commission. With ease you slide his cock fully into your mouth relishing in the throaty moan that bounced perfectly off the chipping brick walls. You tug his shorts down a bit further as your lips kiss his pelvic bone continuing to hollow your cheeks with each movement of your mouth.

"That mouth of yours.." Heizou grunted, fingers tightening behind your head pushing you to suck faster. "It could do.. such amazing things.. yet you use it for evil.."

"What can I say? There are more fun things to do in Inazuma than sucking pretty detectives off." You say as you skillfully stroke his wet cock between your fingers.

He lets a breathy noise of gratitude out, "Yes.. just like that.."

When you open your mouth it's to pool your saliva over his already wet cock. Rotating your wrist around his tip till his leg begins to shake. The click of his sandal quick and aggressive as he stared into your eyes. Glossy green irises taking in every inch of his cock slowly filling your mouth. And through it all you didn't dare look away.

"Ok, ok stop." Heizou huffs, sucking in breath after breath carefully relaxing his foot to a standstill. "Tonight, there's no one in the station." He announces standing before tapping the seat to gesture for you to lay on your stomach. You do as you're told spreading your legs for him to slide your pants and underwear down to your ankles.

"Not even in the rest of the cells." He leans forward to give your ear a quick kiss before continuing, "So don't forget to make plenty of noise for me, ok?"

You tense for a split second when you feel the nail of his finger being sucked in by your cunt. The muscle quickly relaxing as Heizou worked another finger around your clit.

"So slick.." His exhale is raspy "Was today a special occasion or something? Because I'm starting to believe you wanted to be caught today, seems someone couldn't be without my cock after last time. Did the reminder of being caught and bent over in your own camp come to mind as of recent, hm?"

You huff, rocking your hips back into him. "Just put it in.."

"Don't worry I plan on giving you exactly what you deserve. I'd just like to hear one please."

The tip of his cock prods at your opening so slick with your saliva that you can just tell with the right jolt of your hips he'll slide inside perfectly. Fill you like he always did. Like he had only a couple of weeks prior. You grit your teeth, the hold he has on your hips rough enough that you could tell there would be bruising by tomorrow.

"No?" A second finger plunges inside of you, both digits massaging your sweet spot till you can't stop the high pitched gasps from leaving your mouth. "You always have to be so difficult, I'll never understand."

Like a button he keeps on pressing and like he always has he works your nerves. Works that spot with just two fingers till you're wriggling and pleading his name with tears streaming down your face. Pleas of all kind filing from your mouth like a tidal wave of syllables. By the time he pulls his fingers out you're panting and choking on every breath you take. Hugging the gross metal seat like a lifeline.

"Now wasn't that much easier?" He hums out a chuckle and you audibly grunt.

You feel the familiar sensation of his cock quickly filling your walls and you push back into it until the two of you are sighing in contentment. His hips tenderly thrusting yours against the creaking metal chair beneath you.

You drawl out a brief complaint of, "Harder." but he simply chuckles.

"You didn't answer my question."

"What, your co workers didn't tell you why I'm back?"

His hips snap into yours so hard it rocks the chair in its foundation, "You know that's not what I mean." The sound of his sandal making contact with the metal seat was rough and made you wince that is until you were forced back by the plowing of his cock against your walls. "I want you to tell me just how much you missed my cock.. tell me.. how good it felt when I brought you back to the police station that one time.. full of my cum.. tell me how you came today because no matter how many times we go through this same charade.. no one fucks you like me.. And I wanna hear my name.. flowing off your tongue in waves.. begging me to keep fucking you."

Your eyes sink into the back of your skull and you cave, knees and arms buckling against the seat as you grab for even the smallest bit of purchase.

"Archons.. H-Heizou.." You whimper as his nails sink deeper into the flesh of your hips.

He slips his free hand beneath you, driving his hips deeper with every thrust continuing to abuse your spot till you're barely able to even hold yourself up. You sob your cunt unconsciously tugging him in. Squeezing like it desired every drop of his cum.

"I.. m-missed your c-cock.."

He lets out the prettiest gasp, "What.. else.."

"I.. Your cum.. I.. liked it.. in me.."

"Almost there.. so.. so close to getting that reward.."

"I need you.." You sob throwing your head back. Curses fall off your muddled breaths. "Fuck.. I need you!.. No one.. fucks me like you.. Heizou!"

Without warning he pulls out flipping you over before immediately plunging back inside. His thumb busying itself against your clit till his name rips from your mouth so loud you're almost worried neighboring buildings could hear. Though only for about a second before the only word you can muster is his name, your entire body shaking as your orgasm escapes you too quickly for warning.

Within the next minute of you beginning to come down from your climax Heizou's hips stutter to a stop, his body shuddering violently. The warm sensation of his cum filling you familiar, almost relaxing as you take his full load. Arms settling around his neck, soothing back stray strands of his pony tail until he'd managed to stop shaking.

His breath settles over the bridge of your nose, leaning in closer till your lips are perfectly slotting together. "So, what do you plan on doing now?" He quickly chuckles. "Whatever it is I'm sure I'll see you back here within less than a week."

You simply shrug, "I can't exactly refuse good service when it's right in front of me, now can I?"

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pixicunt · 3 years ago

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JUNGKOOK

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Make sure to read AFTERMATH first

WORDCOUNT:6.8K

Warnings: serial killer yandere Jungkook, corrupt officer Jungkook, psychopath ?, heavy noncon, blood, knife kink, somnophilia, gun play, fear play, drugging, mentions of past murder, Jungkook kills people that hurt his brother, fake kindness, panic attack, Hematolagnia (aroused by blood), noncon filming/ pictures.

this is very heavy so please be read with cation and iv said thsi before but I don't condone these acts in real life and JK would never do these things, thankyou.

Your fingers go numb in the frigid wind, almost painfully so as you hide them under your tucked up knees, the tree log digging splinters into your ass and with all the money Seokjin's family had you would think they would invest a little more into outdoor seating. you remember in a passing memory when Seokjin had told you his father liked things old school, the glossy moss growing over the log like it was a decoration rather then a place to sit...very old school.

You feel a little stupid now for not remembering the house, unlocking a simple memory from your brain that had been chucked aside and forgotten. you had been here only once when Jin had begged you to come to a family dinner as his fake girlfriend, his mother would be down his neck if he showed up with his engagement finger empty but a fake lover will do, he had said it with a such hopeful eyes it was hard to say no. Did any of this even matter ? no but thinking about something as mundane as furniture pieces and sobering memories was a much needed distraction from racking your brain for answers.

The pain of the scratchy log once annoyed you , now it feels good to feel some physical pain to take away from the emotional turmoil you were facing. Thinking it through, you were stuck in a pool of endless sinking sand, no matter who you choose. Thinking about you options just left a big red X on each face. Yoongi was drunk so there's no way you could ask him. Your relationship with Seokjin was so strained if felt like a rubber band about to snap with each glimpse. You put your face in your hands to stop the ground from swirling under your feet (you were sitting down how much did you drink?!). Those were the only two people you felt safe enough to ask but you knew you couldn't.

You count on your fingers who else could be a candidate.... you wouldn't be caught dead asking Taehyung for a favor knowing he would probably want something in return in the form of sex, the man made your skin crawl. Jimin was always will be a big NO and with alcohol involved who knows what would happen if you were dumb enough to ask him. You try to think who else could take you home.

Hoseok isn't even an option and Namjoon was surly sleeping, not like you were really close enough to ask him either but that thought was tempting. what could you do. nothing. absolutely nothing.

The fear of what ifs had you on your feet, hands quickly turning cold again before you tuck them into the jacket you had been gifted and mentally remind yourself to return it tomorrow. its easy to forget how intoxicated you are when your sitting down and so the steady walk around the side of the house had you putting your hands out, finger tips sliding along the bumpy granite wall that was much shorter then you remember because soon enough you were loosing your footing against the sidewalk curb.

Your cheeks feel rubbed raw and you yet again curse Jimin into pressuring you to wear such an outfit, not even Namjoons jacket could keep the chill out but it was surly better then being inside that house.

Only once your far enough away from the earsplitting music do you realise how still the air is, ice was still lingering as particles in the air but not even a sway of trees or the chirp of insects could be heard, only the passive scrape of your shoes on the concreate pathway, feet scuffling every now and again when you try not to step on the cracks, your murky brain chanting over and over don't step on a crack or you'll fall and break your back, a good way to keep your mind ocupied from the eerie dark street that stares you down and that fact that you were alone. You only lived 20 minutes away, its a nice neighborhood, everything will be fine.

Namjoons scent of aged brandy and black coffee the only thing keeping you sane right now, checking your back every now and then because something in your gut told you to run. You eventully come to a standstill, legs burning with a need to move when you hear sound of an engine in the distance, the low rumble floating around in the back of your head getting louder with each passing tick, tick , tick.

A car pulls up to you slowly, gravel crunching under the tires, rolling along side you before coming to a complete stop and you try to keep your eyes ahead, teeth grinding in an effort to not let panic take hold of you.

You scramble for your phone, fingers shaking as the bright screen blurs your vision .Your chest pulses with pain, legs turning into jelly threatening to give out in fear, gasping for air as you heard the sound of a car door slam. where is Namjoons number no no no, the phone is ripped from your hands and It didn't take long for Jungkooks face to become present in the dark street lights, worry etched into the crease of his brows as he holds your shaking body steady.

"hey y/n breathe, look at me"

He pushes you to lean against his car, huffing when you try to push him off, your nails digging into your palm as you shake your head violently when his hands were back on you. "take a deep breath, I'm just trying to help you, look at me!" air floods into your lungs when you finally look up into his dark eyes and now with your vision not so blurred and fear not clouding every sense of you, you can make out the visibility of the police vehicle you were up against and you let out a deep breath.

A sense of comfort and security washes over you at the familiar face. Jungkook hadn't even once crossed your mind, the ringing in your ears start to mellow out when the soft cadence of Jungkooks honeyed voice catches you.

"You just had a panic attack, have you ever experienced one before ?" His hands were warm on your shoulders, the gentle rub of his thumbs relaxing you to rest on the car, you shake your head whilst trying to breath through your nose.

"ok, listen to me, if you stay like this any longer your legs could give out" His hands move to hold your head steady, his eyes checking for something in your own and sighing when he sees how dilated your pupils are.

"how much did you drink? and why are out here all by yourself, its really dangerous to be walking home this late at night"

You've heard this before, the exact same words now that you think about it and you have to reach deep into your head to pull the memory out, pulling at it like a stubborn ingrown hair that just refuses to budge but eventually the memory comes back in pieces.

Remembering the way Jungkooks hands felt so hot on your waist, the brisk summer air as you knock down drink after drink at the fancy little bar, Seokjin had told you over the phone that the drinks would be free because Taehyungs father had given Taehyung full ownership of the bar. You remember you had worn a skirt for easy access thinking it was just going to be a date with you and Seokjin, showing up to the more humble apartment he and Jungkook shared and the house you were more familiar with then the one you had just come from.

Knocking on the door you didn't expect to see Jungkook since he mostly wasn't home much, end of a pen between his lips like a cigarette and practice exam papers thrown in a heap on the coffee table. Hair wet as he stepped away from the door to let you in. You have seen Jungkook a handful of times at most, sometimes sitting on the couch when you arrive, his lingering stare on your back as Jin pulls you into his room, your moans being heard through the door even with your best effort to keep quiet. Sometimes it was awkward goodbyes from the kitchen, Jungkook with his mouth full of ramen, same blue pen and notpad laid flat on the kitchen bench at 2am when you were trying to sneak out.

"Your girlfriend is here" you wince, about to correct him when Jin emerges into the living space, smile creeping up his face as he traps you in a bone crushing hug.

Jungkook watches from the side, pen tapping against his lip, pushing it into his bottom lip and letting his eyes drip down your body. standing on your tippy toes just so you could wrap your arms around him with the brightest smile, Jungkook couldn't help but bite the inside of his lip, a bad habit of his he never could break. The lengths you go to just to have a little bit of everything you want, dipping your hand into the lottery of life and coming out a winner every time, hes sure those hands were wrapped around Hoseoks cock not long ago yet here you were and it made Jungkook furious.

He breaks the silence by clicking the pen into the table and streaching with a loud sigh, smile evident as he joins the hug , your surprised gasp muffled into Seokjins chest as he crushes your weight behind you.

"Where are we going, ill drive ?"

Seokjin shoots him a glare, mouthing at him to get lost but Jungkook acts like he didn't see it, already making way to grab his keys and they jingle in the now silent room.

"Jungkook you need to study I don't think you can come"

He thinks he and his brother have telepathic minds cause he swears he can hear the almost angry voice in his head telling him to fuck off but instead he grabs a some more appropriate clothes other then the blue checkered pajama pants he had on.

"really its ok my exam isn't until Monday plus you need a driver, lets go" Seokjin buffers ready to complain but Jungkook was already out the door. He sighs to no one and pulls you along with him

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"Someone get in the passenger seat, you know I hate feeling alone up here" Jungkook turns around to look over at the both of you, his seatbelt stretching over his chest as his eyes flick from Seokjin to you. "Y/N ? come on I don't bite" I'm much better with a knife.

With older males pat of approval on your thigh you reluctantly move into the passenger seat though the middle unknowingly giving Jungkook the perfect view of your red lace, he bites the inside of his lip nibbling at the flesh as you settle yourself into the passenger seat. patience patience .....Jungkook turns with an arm over the passenger seat finding it amusing when you straighten your posture, thighs pressed together as he looks back to reverse, catching the pissed off expression of his brother.

"Dont worry Hyung you can be the first to take a ride when I get my police cruiser"

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The Alcohol tasted so sweet of your tongue, Jungkook pushing drink after drink your way as you sip in conversation, Jin talking about how nice is was to just relax and Jungkook pretends he doesn't see his brothers hand on your thigh, letting it run higher until you were grasping onto his shirt. He could act oblivious to it, pen in hand as he writes down your little quirks, the way you hold your glass with 3 fingers instead of 5, the way you laugh when your nervous, the way you legs tighten when he talks to you in the sweet voice he has perfected over time. he writes it all.

Jungkook was basically invisible as you flirt with his brother but he didn't really want to be seen, he was happy to observe, letting the tiny white pill dissolve into the fruity liquid and the vodka shot his brother had ordered with the swirl of the straw.

You remember being passed drinks from Jungkook who sat beside you, drinking them down with no thought, your attention focused on Jin as he told you he used to come here often when he was sad(mostly for the free drinks Taehyung would give him out of pity when he would cry over a girl), Seokjin fell hard and fast every time , Jungkook thought it was naïve and a little stupid but he would always protect his older brother.

You remember the bartender butting in saying that Jins ex had moved away and so had every other one before that, never heard from again. Jungkook smiles to himself knowingly, he still remembers how the last one smelled, leather and Vanilla, metallic scent of iron rich blood gave him a high no drug could ever give. She was a sweet one too, her blood ran in thick streaks, spilling over his gloved hands. Its been a while.

Its when Jin excuses himself to the restroom do you feel your chair swirl to the opposite direction, Jungkook's mellow smile as he sips on some sugar free juice and you almost laugh. 'sugar isnt good for me dont laugh'. It takes a while for your brain to catch up with his smile, his hand coming to rest hot on your hip shooting electric bolts up your spine, he was saying something but your not to sure what as all you could focus on was his hand and how beautiful his smile was.

The hand on your waist pulls you in a little closer, guiding himself so his mouth was hot against your ear, tucking the fallen strand to the side. time felt so slow, the drink in your hands swirling around and around as all sound drops into nothing that you think you may have just gone deaf until he speaks. you could hear the smile in his voice, it was breathless and sweeter then the alcohol you could still taste.

"you look so good in red"

And like that he was pulling away, the words muddling in a pool of your blissed out state of mind, you only remember giggling to yourself, feeling so good that you felt like you were walking on air, the floaty mass of your brain making you see double, your head tips back in bliss resting against a strong arm, you don't even know when you were scooped into strong arms and into the warm air outside. Red ? you weren't even wearing red.

He puts you down to open the car door."i-i can walk"

He smiles into the air, amusement as you try to walk away but stumble unto the filthy pavement, it really did wonders for his fantasies, you begging for your life on all fours, crawling on bruised knees as he walks a little way behind you, letting you think there was a chance you could escape but that could wait, instead he picks you up under your arms

"Yea I don't think so I'm not going you let you walk out here all by yourself, its really dangerous to be walking home this late at night"

Seokjin comes stumbling out on Taehyung hip, arm thrown over his shoulder already passed out. there's where your memory ends, in the plush seating of the car fast asleep but Jungkook hadn't had a drop of alcohol and his mind was clear.

getting Jin inside and on the couch was easy, muscles hardly straining with the weight or maybe its because he was too excited, adrenaline pumping from the crown of his head to his finger tips. Jungkook wanted you but he wasn't stupid, you had been drinking enough that your blood would have thinned out, if he cut into you it would spill out fast and drip like water and not like thick honey that he loved so much , it would be a waste. There were to many variables, to many risks but that didn't mean he was going to call it a night. he wanted you in any horrible way he could get you.

He could almost hear the liquid slosh around in your empty stomach when he carries you to Seokjins bed, putting you down slowly as not to wake you in your half asleep state, mumbling nonsense to yourself or to him he didn't know. It felt dirty to just stare at you, your chest rising with slow breaths, it was like he was breaking some kind of rule just staring.

Your skin was so soft under his palms, he could feel the heat radiating from your skin, blood just under the surface of veins. he knew he shouldn't, he knew but he wanted to leave you with something. Just a small incision to let doubt swell in the airy head of yours. Hands moving between your thighs to what he already knew was there.

Red lace trapped between plush thighs. "oh little red you have no idea what I want to do to you" fingers exploring you over your lace and just letting himself feel the heat of blood flow, wetting his fingers though the thin garment. It had you chasing the stimulation, hips bucking into the touch. "Jinnie?

Jungkook bites the flesh on the inside of his lips, faint taste of blood on his tongue as the skin finally breaks from all the abuse he caused it, suppressing a groan, this was perfect. "yea sweetheart its me, just relax, let Jinnie take care of you" your eyes hadn't opened but your mouth falls into a rhythm of moans with every touch, eventually and swiftly pulling himself from his pants and pulling your underwear to the side to slowly sink inside of you, his fingers itching for the pocket knife in his back pocket.

"please S-ah- jin i want it" Jungkook smiles, giving you exactly what you want. taking note of every breath, every tremble of fingers , the way you wrap your arms and legs around him as you breath into what you think is his brothers neck.

his mind itches

his fingers itch

an itch he wants to scratch so so bad

he want to feel the cold metal in his palm

he cant hold back

He brings the knife of from his back pocket, still rocking into you . Your too dazed to know what was going on, all your focus was on the pleasure he was filling you with, his hands running up your ribcage and pulling the shirt up with him. Your breast spring free and bounce with the motion of his thrust. just a small cut, he could wait but for now just a small cut.

You bleed, just above your left breast and he admires the half heart shaped slice, the small droplets of blood start to form and bundle together on the wound until enough blood gathers to drip down the valley of your breast. Jungkook was in awe and he was pulling out in a haste to cum into his fist, his fingers simutanisly trying to bring you to your finish, your back arches as if the bed was burning hot, hips moving in time with his fingers as you come down and slip back into unconsciousness. You hadn't even screamed, not a peep except for a pleasured gasp when he cut into the skin. this was bad, Jungkook was getting hard again.

He wips out his phone to capture the art he had created, slick between your legs and blood still shiny and wet painting your torso turning darker as it starts to dry and crack. after he cleans you and makes sure there was no evidence of him being there he slips back into his own bedroom, touching himself to the pictures. he couldn't wait for a real opportunity to have you, whether he kills you depends on how you treat his brother but even then he wasn't sure he wanted to say goodbye to you, there was definitely something about you.

When you wake and shower the cut stings but no matter how hard you try you cant remember a single way it could have happened, the last thing you remember was tucking up to Seokjins side in the back of Jungkooks car before waking up in the familiar room, you had never seen it during the day.

Your underwear was passed the point of ruined, there was no way you could put them back on, opting to grab a pair of boxers from Jins draw until the familiar pen catches your eye. the one that had been sticking out of Jungkooks mouth when you arrived. It seemed very out of place in the neat room, strings pull at your gut but you push it away to get dressed, the smell of breakfast pulling you out the room.

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Jungkook waves a hand infront of your face, worry stretching across his eyes, in the time you had let your mind wonder he had fished through his car for a bottle of water, lid open and holding it against your lips.

"Y/N you keep spacing out, you need to sit down before you collapse"

He leads you to the passenger seat to sit you down, you don't say anything as you let him guide you down.

"This might help" a bit of the water spills as you lift it to you lips, not even noticing how dry your throat was and you hum in satisfaction, the liquid seeming to go right through you, calming your rapid heartbeat.

"ok slow down, there is plenty of water"

He laughs as you wipe your mouth with your arm, handing him back the bottle as you rest your head against his headrest with closed eyes, working to being your breathing back to normal.

"thanks Jungkook"

" let me take you home" maybe if you weren't so floaty from the panic attack still buzzing around your brain making you feel so tired and scared of what could be out there you would have noticed the spark of his watchful gaze and the venom in his eyes that he masked with a charming smile.

You eye the car, everything so clean , vision skeptical when you see the car seats wrapped in a sheen of plastic, very clean. Jungkook was indeed a stranger to you having only seen him a handful of times but a nice guy nonetheless. The fact that he was an officer did put a coat of reassurance over you also being Seokjins brother you felt at ease so you don't hesitated to bring your legs into the car "are you sure you don't mind ? I don't want to trouble you" Jungkook gives you a smile and a quick ruffle ontop of you hair "not at all".

Silence greets you when he secures your door shut, smile way to big, he had you right were he wanted.

making his way over to the drivers side of the car and securing himself with the seatbelt. Smile spreading like the morning rays on sun across his face, slow but breathtaking and you had to will yourself to look away.

Jungkook had the whole world in his eyes when he spoke, shining like there was whole galaxies in his brown orbs luminated by the dim murky street lights.

You see him smiling out your peripheral vison, a smile you would describe as sweet as candy but have to much and you'll get sick. the gentle vibrations of the car making your stomach bubble in nerves.

Conversation flowed freely between the two of you, everything between your favorite colour to what you really want out of life to Jungkook's academy and life living with his brother. talking to Jungkook had been easy. how easy it is to open up to a stranger because the likely hood of seeing him again after was so little that you let your self spill. the scrunch of his nose putting you at ease as his laughter fills the small space of the car, how you heart does flips when you see him smile.

How inconvenient was it that excitement and anxiety had the very same body responses. were your palms sweaty with jittery butterfly's because Jungkook was hot or was it your body telling you that you needed to leave.

"what's got your frowning so hard" The innocent chuckle and little smile your way had your brain stopping any thoughts, instead choosing to relax into the comfortable seat having made up your mind that Jungkook was just hot.

Jungkook's head dips with laughter, "I'm glad you think I'm hot". your eyes widen as your palm comes to slap against your mouth, there was no way you said that outload.

"i-im"

"what about me do you think is hot"

He turns to you with a quirk of his brow, a toothy grin on his face as he waits for your stuttering response. "is it my smile, my tattoos, my gun" your eyes move to the gun hoisted in the holder around his waist, it sticks out against the casual black outfit, you didn't know officers could carry their guns outside of their work hours. your eyes travel up his body.

Jungkook flicks the radio on "No suspects have been tied to the gruesome murders across Seoul, reports show victims were women left violently unrecognizable, heart shaped incision above their chest the only trademark left by the killer-" Jungkook laughs over the radio before reaching to turn it off

"how grim, who could do such a thing" His voice had a bounce to it, fake concern dripping as he turns to you with the same smile

The black lines on his arms bleeding into swirls the more you look at them, you felt like they were taunting you, like the black lines would melt right off his skin and wrap around your throat. the tap of his fingers against the wheel feeling much much louder then you think it actually was.

How long had you been driving for ? when did time feel so warped?. why were you driving in the opposite direction to your house?, had you ever even given him your address. your hazy mind falls back onto the beautiful man beside you, his piercing catching in the light. a tattooed hand waving over your face to bring you back to your current reality.

"hey baby, lost you there for a bit" you felt his hands but you were to busy trying to grasp your surroundings, the click of your seatbelts coming undone and warm hand on your thigh keeping you semi grounded.

"are we here?" you voice comes out light and slurred, blinking slowly.

Jungkook laughed at your cute expression, patting your cheek softly, letting his thumb brush above your cheek bones before brushing the hair from your face, his fingers soft in the roots of your hair you think you could fall asleep like that.

A warm hand on your thigh inch closer until it disappears under your skirt, your muscles feel like steel and you were to late to close your thighs when you feel the first brush of pressure.

" Why so tense little red" your breath hitches, something about the pet name sounding so familiar you don't have a chance to try and dig through your brain to find the blurry memory, eyes too heavy to keep open when you feel the first brush of his thumb, eclectic bolts of pleasure and sensitivity shooting through you, fingers moving under your underwear to find you already soaking wet just from sitting next to the attractive male.

You felt the low rumble in his chest in the silent car, letting his fingers tease over your clit. your muscles seizing with his airy laugh when your eyes flick to the door

"I already locked the doors, don't try anything stupid and just relax like the good girl I know you can be"

You cant help the whimper you let out when a hand enclosed over your throat when you try to reach for the door "what did I say, that wasn't very smart sweetheart I'm much, much stronger"

"your leaking everywhere, do you like me that much?"

You shake your head, something was not right but your head was too fuzzy with the feeling of his fingers dragging up and down, his whole palm rubbing over your exposed clit.

"hmm I think your lying" you catch his lopsided smile as he plays with your cunt with calculated touches. lascivious glint in his eyes dripping hot pleasure like melted candy, so sweet you think you could take it all however with the first press of his finger your legs shut around his wrist.

"no ,dont, w-want to go home"

Your words slurred, jumbled mess in your brain as you try to focus on the sound of your breathing. It feels like his eyes were striping the layers of your skin, peeling it back nice and slow and then like a bandied ripping it from you all at once. you try to pull away pushing away from him with angry tears.

"this is why you should never be gentle with girls like you, they start thinking for themselves but let me tell you something baby"

you feel the ice cold barrel of his gun against your thigh, his fingers sticky and shiny as he grips your jaw, making your frightened eyes lock with his black ones.

the gun a hostile reminder of your place as he inches it further up your thigh. "oh the panic comes back so quickly doesn't it, there's no need to act brave for me y/n but don't cry because it just makes me want to fuck you even more"

The gentle pressure of his hand along the length of your windpipe keeping you steady against the headrest, secure in your seat as the metal of the gun runs along your thigh, his calloused fingers digging just deep enough into your throat to have you swallowing thickly as you wait.

He lets the gun travel up your body, the gleam of the metal taking up every space in your foggy mind as he raises it to your lips.

"hard and fast or slow and sensual, ill let you pick" the hard edge of the barrel presses past your lips, the cold metal icing your tongue with the metallic smoke, Jungkook moving in close enough that you could smell the clean mint in his breath. you gag around the metal, vison blurring from unshed tears.

"This mouth is so small, if you cant take this then how are you going to take me ? im a lot bigger then the gun little red" the teasing in his voice does nothing to ease you. "we might have to cut the corners of your mouth just so I can fuck your mouth properly"

You cry, tears falling into your open mouth, the salty tears and push of the gun making you gag as he pulls away with a coat of your saliva, willing your legs open with a tap of the barrel, letting the wet metal press into your clothed slit

"oh you like this, so dirty, got you all wet with the though of me fucking you with a gun or is it the though of me fucking you with a gun pressed against your pretty jaw hmm"

His thumb moved over your windpipe, drawing circles as it came under your jaw, rosy lips not far behind as he bruises your skin with words an promise to watch you bleed out with pleasure underneath him

"your so cruel y/n, breaking hearts wherever you go, should we count"

"Jin" a finger dips into your entrance before pushing all the way in, your head luls to the side, a crook of sore muscle already promised tomorrow from the uncomfortable angle. your short breathy moans fog the window of the car.

The second finger throws you off, much thicker then you could have anticipated but you take it in, lip caught in between your teeth .

" Yoongi"

Your eyes crinkle with tears and confusion. The steady pul of your heart hammering against your chest, heartbeat in your ears. you shake you head violently from side to side "j-just a friend"

"oh but hes not, everyone can see it , how can you be so cruel"

Another finger meets the others and you have to grip the car seat tightly to hold yourself up, Jungkook's hand still steady on your jaw and the embarrassing wet sound of you on his fingers.

"Jimin, you always miss the stargazed look he has when hes near you I think it reaches far beyond sexual attraction, hes told me himself"

Jungkook had spent so much time on you and you didn't even know it, blissfully unaware, he was always a step behind, just out of sight but close enough. Never thought you were specia,l you would be an easy kill, knife dancing across your skin of your neck with the burning smell of bleach that he was so used to but he couldn't bring himself to do it in the end, not when you cried so beautifully for him, not when he fucked you that night months ago and not now. you weren't like all the others that had broken his brother heart, you were special and he wanted all of you.

You let a tear wash it way down your cheek, bringing with it streaks of black mascara at the realization you were a horrible person. you want to ask how he knows so much but your terrified to know. maybe the hundreds of pictures he had been taking of you for the past 2 months were an insight as to how much he knew. he wanted more.

"fuck your so tight I don't think you'll be able to fit anymore"

His fingers leave you and he moves you like you weighed nothing more then a doll, ignoring your small cries of protest as he moves your body across the middle section of the car and right into his lap. with your legs spread on each side of his leg your skirt had no other choice but to ride up your thighs, sitting perfectly scrunched around your waist.

you make half an effort in your sleepy state to try and pull your skirt down to try and cover your soaked underwear that clinged to you. Fingers reaching back to pull your underwear to the side, letting them slide along your folds all with a splitting grin on his face and a simple angled cock of his head in amusement.

"n-no more, I'm sorry"

His eyes still sparkled, a warm milky glow in the sky lighting up in reflections in his eyes like stars, his eyes were beautiful in the moonlight but they were a graveyard full of souls he had taken, empty but full of warmth, as you were busy honing your attention to his eyes, his fingers still collecting every drop you had to give him he was busy taking out his cock, thought of writing beautiful love confessions across your skin with the tip of his knife

"No time for sorry, I want you to ride me baby, loose yourself for me"

He pulls his pocket knife from his pocket, the sound it makes as it opens makes you hold your breath, tears fall down your eyes like diamonds in moonlight, Jungkook was awe struck watching you shake, crying to cover yourself up "don't be shy, this isn't the first time iv fucked you im just letting you take control" you wipe your tears with the back of your hand, you said yes to him as he pushes the length of his head inside you, your breath hitching and panting like you had run a marathon.

"that's it" he sighs, head banging against the headrest as the galaxies in his eyes sparkle "doesn't that feel good " the cold metal rest against your thigh, warm hands moving up your hips to watch you bounce in his lap, you would be anything he wanted you to be but instead you clench in refusal as your shake your head in earnest, the already increasing thrust of his hips inside of you supplying you speechless. its when you open your eyes to his fucked out expression do you crumble completely, letting your hips rock against his material covered thighs. knowing the rub would make your thighs raw tomorrow.

"fuck that's it baby, my perfect victim" he said the words so romantically that you didn't even bat an eye, didn't even register what he was saying as you allow yourself to be fucked open with every sway and ripple of your thighs, the car bouncing in unison from the act.

Fingers inching around your waist and up your back to hold you flush against him , holding you tightly with the pressure of his hands pulling you down on him like how the sky holds all the stars. even as your sat ontop of him you have no control of the deep grinding pace or the relentless smack of hips despite your cries and tangles moans.

You take the opportunity to reach for the shiny metallic weapon the he discarded in the passenger seat, heavy in your hands as you pull the safety off and aim the cold metal at the fluff of hair. Jungkook freezes, eyes still dark with lust as they still on you, once you feel the brooding gaze you falter slightly, stunning smile pulling at his lips as he leans into the gun

All that's left is both your heavy breathing in the still of midnight. windows fogging with heat .Without warning he ripples his hips up, starting a slow pace, hitting much deeper inside of you and it left you trembling, sticking the gun harder into his head, right in the middle of his forehead until his head hits the seat. the smile hadn't once left his face.

"go on sweetheart, pull the trigger.. I dare you to end it right here" he waits , finger nails bunching up in the skin of your waist "you are on camera after all"

The dash cam footage was recording it all unfold but you were left clueless an deep in hot water because the camera was strategically placed, recording only the drivers seat. knowing it wouldn't have captured your scared face with the gun presses to you jaw and knowing your body was blocking the knife against your thigh and now you looked like the bad guy, moaning breathless into the car with the grind of his hips.

Only now do you realise why the seats are wrapped in plastic film for a reason you just coming to terms with, it crinkles under every movement. remembering the half heart scar above your left breast, he was waiting to fill the other half.

Another deep thrust had you faltering. lowering the gun, falling into his chest with no more will power to hold yourself up

"ok iv let you have your fun, back seat now"

You end up back-down on the cold plastic, not really remembering the journey to the back seat. only remembering the tinge of fear in the back of your mind and you don't think it has anything to do with the gun or the knife. Jungkook scared you because you couldn't help but want it in this very moment.

You grip the edge of the car seat, fingers slipping on the smooth plastic barrier as he secures your body underneath his heavy thighs, you catch the shiny metal of the weapon, a small Cherrywood handle connecting to the sharp tip of a knife

"This is much better, this is how I remember you" you saw his bare soul through his ever expanding smile, a tender tug of his lips as his hands run down your torso ever so gently.

Eyes never once leaving your own that beg to flutter close every passing second. comfort something akin to warm honey , feelings of a long distance lover finally being able to touch for the first time. you don't know if it was the druged water that swims in your system but his fingers felt like silk as they travel lower.

Guiding himself into you with a slow thrust and all you can do is let a hand come up to cover your face, the absurdity to suddenly feel shy as the loving pace when he had not long ago held a gun to your head.

The soft laugh sounding like bells as he rips your hands away. rhythmic thrusts not faltering when he comes closer to kiss at your nose. "if you cover your face from me again ill give you something to hide" the icy metal touched your face, sharp tip leaving you mute.

Small whimpers leave you with every thrust, the slow sensual thrust leaving you dizzy. fucking back into the rhythm that was lost after your stunt and you imminently fall into a moaning mess, not being able to escape or control the nerves of pleasure.

"w-why oh god, Jungkook" your eyes glaze over as your head wips to the side to escape the intense eyes trying to pull you under, the pleasure overtaking every fiber in your body, the cramped enclosed space leaving you dizzy and strangely overwhelmed at the intimacy..

Hands coming out to grab onto something, feeling reality slipping in a demise with every push of his hips, a voice in your head telling him to engrave his name deep into you flesh.

"shhh I got you, keep your eyes open for me , your doing so well" the side of your head is pulled with soft pressure, fingers molding into the dewy skin of your cheek with enough force to almost be painful, forcing your eyes on him with two hands on the side of your face, breathing into your mouth. a sense of tranquility takes over, melting into the plastic as you loose yourself into the feel of every inch.

The look of a blissed out smile at your next words. "hurt me

#yandere jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #dark bts #dark jungkook #bts x reader #bts smut #bts yandere #bts noncon #aftermath series

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plan3tlvrs · 4 years ago

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Eren Yeager and dates (head cannon)

Contains⛧ fluff and slight nsfw

⛧xreader

⛧modern au

Probably would tell you about the date an hour before

“______ get ready were going on a date”

“What time?”

Look’s at his watch.

“About an hour”

“Eren” gives him a stern look.

Would plan something laid back for the first date but as time goes on they become more romantic.

Sometimes he just enjoys having a movie night with you in the comfort of your home.

Eren asking you on your first date probably went like this.

You laid in bed after a long day at school finals were coming up so all you did was study. Playing on your phone for a while you hear rocks being thrown at your room window. Getting up you walk over and see Eren standing in your backyard bending down and preparing to throw a massive sized rock.

“Eren what the hell” You opened the window peaking your head out.

Eren jumps and drops the rock on his foot.

“Shit , _____ you scared me” He jumped on one foot trying to relive the pain.

“I should be saying that to you you're the one throwing rocks at my window”

“Yeah sorry I probably should have called but I wanted this to be face to face” Eren scratched the back of his neck nervously “Do you wanna maybe wanna go to the drive in with me this Saturday?”

“Like a date?” You questioned making sure you were hearing things right.

“Yeah a date”

Eren Yeager, the man that never did “relationships” was asking you on a date you just couldn’t believe it.

Once he took you to the local Six Flags were he threw up after getting off the Mr. Freeze you couldn’t stop laughing as he hunched over the nearest trash can

Eren would also be the type to take you to a park on a hot summer day and then complain about it like you picked out the date.

“It’s so fucking hot I'm literally gonna melt”

Well no one told you to pick the hottest day out of the year

After your dates would most likely take you home and fuck you into the mattress

Once he even rented out the local pool just for the both of you and ended up fucking you senseless into the concreate wall as water splashed around you.

In the movies you once gave him head in the back as grown ups two was playing in the background.

“Fuck look at you sucking my dick in the back of the movies like a good fucking girl”

Would probably still be eating popcorn the whole time.

Is the type to finger you while sitting at one of the most fanciest restaurants in the city gripping your thigh to keep you from moaning loudly as the waiter takes your order.

Lets just say you left a mess on the seat when you left.

His parents once invited you on a double at their home where after dinner Eren fucked you in the hallway bathroom.

Eren held you against the wall as his length pumped in and out of you at a fast pace. You try not to moan loudly as you hear his parents talking about making plans for their anniversary.

“You're enjoying this aren't you?” Eren held you up by your ass pounding into you “You like being fucked in my parents bathroom while their preparing a meal just for you dirty girl”

Overall Eren is mediocre at planning dates.

#aot x reader #eren headcanons #eren aot #snk eren #eren/reader #eren jeager #eren x you #eren jeager x reader #eren x y/n #eren fluff

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years ago

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Infinity Factor (Request)

Pairing: Batfam x batsis

Synopsis: You were born with what many would call a curse. From the reality last, where characters like Batman and Wonder Woman are just characters and everything was “real”, you had just died and now, as a result you were living this curse once more and have just been born into another universe. What you don’t know is that you’ll have to die for those you love until all your time here is exhausted. Thus, creating the Infinity Factor.

Note: (This was Google Translated so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong but it’s in the story) ‘ukhti alhabiba = my beloved sister (Arabic) ‘akhi alhabiba = my beloved brother

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 2383

Bruce had found you on the streets of Gotham in the harsh winter during one of his nightly patrols. It was a routine thing to find the corpses of the homeless during this time which had desensitized him from any sort of event like this. What he wasn’t used to however was finding a screaming baby girl wrapped up in bundles of old cloth laying in the trash by itself with no other being around. That night, against all odds, you were alive. He took you home to Alfred’s care and immediately after that adopted you as he tends to have a habit of. ———————————————————————

The first time you died was saving your father from a gunshot fired by an estranged guest at one of the galas. It was in the middle of him talking to one of the CEO’s that was invited and you that terrible feeling something would happen. You knew from the start that something was off but figured that Bruce would have to know too. The moment you saw him pull the small revolver, this unknown force just made you jump in front of Bruce. The shot fired and you took it. From there, everything was pitch black. You knew you weren’t done yet since you didn’t immediately wake up somewhere unknown to you.

Instead, it was a miserable rest of the night for everyone else. You were rushed into the hospital and pronounced dead after only a few minutes upon arrival. The sounds of Bruce’s cries were what woke you up. Slowly light started flooding your senses and you heard the sudden starting of a heart monitor. Doctors came rushing in and the look of shock on your father’s face never your memories.

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From then on you were known as the “Miracle Child” of the Wayne family. You didn’t particularly care for the nickname seeing as this thing that you had going on was never really a miracle, however there were many more incidents that proved this name to be a fitting one for more and more people.

One by one, over the years Bruce had accumulated adopted many more children. All were at varying ages but you all came to know them as your family. This was the first real family you’d had in a considerable amount of lives and this time, you didn’t want to lose them. They didn’t want to lose you either. The curse that was bestowed upon you was like a double -edged sword. On one end, you might die for just a few minutes or even a day or two at most once you took a bullet, knife, sword, bomb, etc... for them. On the other hand, you might take that death and never wake up in this world. You lived every day in fear that something might happen to them thus, resulting in your own ultimate despise from this universe.

The family knew this well. Jason and Damian especially. For someone who was roughly around Tim’s age, you had died a total of 14 times. Every week dreams flooded your mind of either some strange world you might come to live in, or the tragic and often graphic ways in which you had previously parished. The dreams of new worlds were often enticing and enthralling, however the latter was not. On nights you did have those bad dreams, someone was there with you under most circumstances.

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This night wasn’t any different from past nights leading to this. It was a quiet night in Gotham during your own patrol. Nothing too strange was occurring and you certainly didn’t feel otherwise unsafe from the typical standard. Gliding from roof top to roof top, you were having the time of your life. It was an interesting aspect being on the ground below during the day but at night soaring above the tiny cars and street lights below.

You didn’t stop until reaching a building where Bruce had found you in the diamond district that fateful January’s night. Walking to the front ledge of the building, you looked down on the streets and alley ways below. You had a habit of really looking carefully and even staring at some spots getting lost in what things in the shadows might be. Maybe it was a trashcan that looked especially off, or sometimes it was a cat casting a strange shadow in the city light’s glow, however, you always saw it.

The unfailing and ever-present observation skills you picked up now were starting to register a different sound. It sounded as though someone were in great distress and the noise emanating from this signaled their near demise. Without a moment’s notice you could hear Duke’s voice coming onto the speakers. This was one of the nights that he decided to come on patrol since Steph had come down with the flu.

“Someone’s been shot in the 6th Street – 5th Street alleyway. I’ve got this one handled.” He said.

No time had passed from the end of that call to the moment you leaped off the building in the largest rush of your life, pulled by the same unknown force from so many times ago. Tears began to spring from your eyes knowing what was going to happen to you. You wiped your cheeks and carried on in pursuit of this killer so that Duke wouldn’t have to face what fate was so cruelly handing him if you weren’t quick enough. You knew that in consequence to what you were about to do, you’d be given his fate.

It was dark when you reached the alleyway, there were no signs of any beings but for the woman laid on the cold concreate ground below. You saw the pain in her eyes and knew that she wasn’t gone yet. With this curse came another trait, you knew when someone was close to death. She wasn’t near it, not yet at least. Before jumping down the building, you dropped a flash bomb. It wasn’t enough to seriously startle the woman, it was just enough for you to see where the culprit was fast enough so that you’d be able to get him. The moment the light went off, trashcans started to fall. You knew where he was and without missing a beat, you jumped into your death knowing full well what was waiting for you down there.

Duke wasn’t far behind. In fact, you had heard his calls and pleads not to go down there by yourself. Those were all obviously ignored seeing as you were now in the middle of a gunfight with two men. They didn’t seem to pose much of a threat compared to your training. It was the woman that knocked you off your guard some. You knew you had to get her to cover or she’d be shot by a stray bullet. That was Batman’s second rule. Don’t let bystanders be killed in your own fight. So that’s what you followed. With bullets flying and two fully grown men screaming at you to give up, you dragged her out of the way and into a safe place where the brick wall would give her cover as long as she didn’t move.

“The woman that’s been shot is behind the wall for cover. Do not come out, I repeat urgh!” Your line went dead.

Everyone listened in horror as a final gunshot went off. They heard what they hoped was you hitting the guy in the back of the head with his own revolver, and then a thud along with one other. They knew what that second thud was. It was Duke who found you dead, in a pool of your own blood. Next was your oldest brother, and then Bruce. They all kept coming until finally, Damian was there crying into your shoulder, your own blood now staining his costume darker red.

No one spoke the rest of the way home. Bruce had you in the Batmobile to take you to the cave. Alfred was notified to open the room in which your body was to lay for at least three days. If you weren’t awake by then, you were certainly dead. In you went, each leaving and revisiting one by one. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t be able to leave. Not at all. From inside, the door was unlocked and Alfred always left a note explaining that in case you awoke and didn’t understand what was happening. You always understood, sometimes it just took a while for you to really grasp what had happened.

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Hours and minutes ticked by. Every few hours or so, someone would visit outside your door and just stay there in either silence or in a conversation about their day. They knew you didn’t hear it, it was just nice feeling like you were still there in some way listening to their tirades on the idiot at the mall who didn’t know where they were going and was holding up the line. Or maybe it was someone at WE who wasn’t good at deals and negotiations and either wanted too much or demanded too little thus, a bargain was made almost at their expense. Either way, they always came to you to talk, even if you couldn’t answer back.

When you finally did awaken, the lights were dimmed as they usually are. Inside was the fresh smell of your favorite candle which smelled like Alfred’s cookies and a few inches from it as to not start a fire, was a hand- written note by Alfred himself explaining where you were and how to get out of the room. You stayed in silence for a bit, crying to yourself over what you had experienced. The wound in your chest were gone and only a scar was left. Another “plus” of this curse was that your wounds healed without assistance or closure.

Once the reality of it all had crept into your mind and you knew for certain that you were safe and home, you slowly opened the door. It was a bit brighter when the main part of the cave came into view. You wasted no time looking around for your family after using the bathroom that was downstairs close to where you were. They didn’t seem to be in the cave at the time being. Looking up at the bat-computer, you saw that it had been a full 27 hours since your death and right now, everyone should have been planned to be somewhere but for Damian, Alfred, and your father who would all be at home.

Carefully, you climbed up the stairs and into the room where Bruce had set the main entrance into. It was hidden away and separate from the clock but none the less, everyone in the family knew about it. You made your ways through the halls not really knowing where to find anyone. You didn’t need to go into your bedroom since you were already in clean and comfortable clothes from the night of your death. The wood floors felt cold under your feet which is something that took a minute or two to get readjusted to but none the less, you continued on not to be deterred by something that mundane and simple.

After not finding anyone in the lower wing of the house, you went upstairs straight to your father’s bedroom. You knew someone would either be there or in your room. Heading up the stairs, you found that there was no one in sight.

“Maybe I should call someone?” You thought.

Someone was always meant to be at the house when this kind of thing happened, however the manor was large and on many acres of land so even if there was someone there, you might not ever find them. You continued on back down the third flight of stairs and came to your own floor. Well, it wasn’t really your own floor, it was just where you room was. Slowly passing the opened doors of the other bedrooms just as Alfred kept them for air circulation, you made it to your room. The door was also wide open and the lights were not on.

Stepping into your room however, you were met by a tear stained, wide eyed boy. Damian sat staring at you, his green eyes dimmed and darker from what crying he must have been doing. He sat on your bed, wrapped in one of your own blankets that sat on the chair you used to read him stories in. Immediately after registering your very alive self, he jumped up practically tackling you to the floor.

“‘ukhti alhabiba!” He cried into your shoulder, “I m-missed you so much.”

The two of you held each other as close as possible which wasn’t hard considering he was still very small in stature at this age.

“I missed you too ‘akhi alhabiba.” You looked down at him and eventually up at Alfred and Bruce who had come from checking on you in the cave only to come up empty handed.

Both of the men dropped to the floor holding you tight. There were some words of welcome back and others of happiness in gladness of your resurrection, but mostly tears. Bruce had contacted the rest of your family by now and they were all on their way. You knew when they got back, it would be a house full of crying bats.

Now, only fifteen minutes later, everyone was there on the floor, huddling around you. You knew that you were safe in this moment. The smaller screams of joy in seeing you from your brothers entering the room made you sure of that. Damian hadn’t moved and Dick was latched onto you as well. You and Duke had almost had a facial expression conversation all including a sorry, gratitude, and a, “happy you’re back” moment. Jason wouldn’t really admit that he was sobbing that day even though everyone knew and Tim was so sleep deprived that he almost passed out upon seeing you. Either way, there wasn’t some crazy force pulling you into danger like those kind of this typically do. Instead, it was another even crazier and mind- boggling force that pulled you and your family closer together in the mourning a lost life, and finally the celebration of a restored one.

I had no idea where I was going to take this tbh lol. I had a good idea from the request but it wasn’t until I actually started writing that I was like ohhh okay. I hope you guys liked this one though, it was fun to write. Anyways, I hope you’re all doing great and staying safe and healthy. Have a wonderful day and rest of the week!

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calumance · 4 years ago

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the one with josh being in love with mama hood was amazing !! can i have one where josh's dad is trying to hit on her (because he's a single dad we don't want cheaters here) but thats' in front of the kids so calum can't be mad, he has to hold it inside not to scare the kids and kill him in front of his son 💞

Calum trying to hold in his anger would be something, especially when it came to someone trying to hit up Mama. Oof, protective Cal gives me feels. 🙈🙈🙈

Every other Saturday, Aiden had a soccer game. If there wasn’t a game, then there was practice. Every four Saturdays, parents would rotate who threw the celebratory party. Even if the kids didn’t win, it was always good to celebrate the good things the kids did during the game. It proved to lift their spirits after they lost, and overall kept the morality of the team up. This weekend was you and Calum’s weekend to host the party. It had been a while since you hosted it, and you were more than excited.

With the team being around the ages of twelve and thirteen, you didn’t have to plan much to entertain them. As long as the kids knew to bring swim suits, then they had all the entertainment they needed. Before the game ended, you went home and started to set up all the snacks and drinks around the backyard. Logan being the helper he was came back with you and did everything you asked. When Calum walked through the door, Bailey was perched on his hip, and Aiden and Josh came flying into the house together. Calum walked up to you and you lifted Bailey from his hip and kissed her cheek, causing her to giggle. Within minutes, both Aiden and Josh jumped into the pool. It wasn’t much longer that the rest of the team, and their parents showed up and the party started.

You were refilling a chip bowl when you felt a presence behind you. With the way you felt the eyes travel up and down your back, you could’ve swore it was Calum. When you turned around to find Josh’s dad, Wade, standing there, you jumped high enough to spill some chips out of the bag. You chuckled and placed your hand over your chest. “Oh, lord, Wade you scared the heck out of me.” You had to watch what came out of your mouth with the amount of impressionable teenagers around you.

Wade had been over to your house plenty of times, considering Josh was Aiden’s best friend. Calum liked going on double dates with Wade and his wife, up until they split up because she was absolutely psychotic. Wade laughed and smiled at you, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was handsome, you weren’t blind, but that would never change how you felt about Calum.

Calum was the absolute light of your life. He had been there for you through thick and thin. You fell deeply in love with him years before Aiden was even a thought. Calum was your best friend, the father of your children, and the absolute love of your life. Nothing, and no one, was ever going to come between you and him. “It’s alright,” you said with a smile, rolling the top of the chip bag down, “Was there something I could help you find?”

Wade shook his head and pulled his lips down into a frown. He took a step towards you causing you to take a step back. Your lower back hitting the table so that you couldn’t move any further. “Nah, I found what I was looking for.” Wade’s eyes traveled up and back down your body, his bottom lip finding a place between his teeth.

Your heart began to race as you suddenly started to feel incredibly uncomfortable. You chuckled, nervously, and pointed at the tortilla rolls beside you. “You were looking for the tortilla rolls, weren’t you? Owen’s mom made them, and they are absolutely to die for.” Your cheeks flushed feeling the uncomfortableness travel from your toes to your head.

Wade pulled his eyebrows together and shook his head. “I’m not looking for the tortilla rolls, I was looking for you. My son always goes on and on about how beautiful you are.” Your stomach twisted, Josh’s crush on you was cute until his dad had to say something about it. “I thought it was just a little school boy crush, but now that my eyes have been opened after my divorce, I can see that he is absolutely right.” He took another step towards you and you leaned back, the table screeching as it slid across the concreate. “Why don’t you ditch your husband and take your kids and come life your life with me?” Wade raised his eyebrows and you suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

The noise of the table made caused some eyes to turn towards you. The only set of eyes you cared about were Calum’s. You didn’t take your eyes off Wade in the off chance he would sneak a touch when you weren’t looking, but all you could hope for was Calum to see how much distress you were in. As if Calum read your thoughts, he suddenly popped up behind Wade, silently listening to the things Wade was spilling about what he could give you if you left Calum. Calum raised his eyebrows and nodded at some of the things, shrugging at others. You looked at him begging him to stop Wade. Finally, Calum took a drink of his beer, slammed it on the table and slapped a hand down on Wade’s shoulder. Wade turned around in absolute horror and Calum smiled, “I think it’s time for you to go. Josh can stay, he’s having a great time, I’ll bring him home later.”

Wade looked up at Calum and for whatever reason, Wade decided this was the best time to fight back at Calum. “I think I’ll stay, I’m just having a nice chat with a lovely lady.” Wade rolled his shoulders back to puff up his chest and squared up on Calum.

Calum raised a single eyebrow and looked up and down Wade. Calum easily had six inches on Wade, so Calum without even squaring up, Calum absolutely towered over Wade. Calum took a step forward and looked down at Wade. “That lovely lady you are having a chat with, is my wife. The wife who has given me three amazing children, the wife that I have been with since we were basically kids ourselves, the wife that has been there at my side through some serious,” He paused watching the kids around him, “Stuff.” Calum raised an eyebrow and looked at Wade.

Wade wasn’t stepping down, but the fight was quiet enough that there wasn’t a single set of eyes on any of you. You sighed in relief and crossed your arms over your chest. Wade squared back up to Calum and rolled his neck. “Maybe we should let her decided who she wants to go with.” He said matter-of-factly.

Both you and Calum raised eyebrows at the same time. Was he joking? Calum looked back at you and Wade turned around. You laughed thinking he was joking, but the look on Wade’s face told you he was one hundred percent serious. “Oh, wait, you’re not joking? Of course I chose Calum, why the,” You looked around, “Heck would you think I wouldn’t chose the man I’ve been head over heels in love with for at least fifteen years?” Wade ducked his head in defeat and walked away, pulling his keys from his pockets.

Calum took a step toward you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He let out a deep breath and pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ve never wanted to punch someone so bad.” He mumbled into the skin of your neck. He lifted his head off your shoulder and looked into your eyes. “If these kids hadn’t been around I might have actually hit him.”

You laughed in Calum’s face and patted his stomach. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly, my darling, but thanks for trying to make me feel better.” You pecked a quick kiss to his lips and turned to grab a tortilla roll and popped it into your mouth before raising your eyebrows and rejoining the rest of the party.

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gothfoxx · 3 years ago

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a story to a prompt that went too off target but i still liked

But that’s only when you have to deal with rookie heroes and their basic mistakes, not a villain who see a 3 on 1 fight and wants to help. Which was sweet of Torrent, don’t get me wrong, but these kids are C maybe B-class at best and not a threat. So when he burst onto the scene and declared himself my protector it really shouldn’t have been a big surprise. What was surprising was the kids not backing off even though it was better for them to call in a senior hero and follow at a distance!

“Ha, foul villain, you won’t get away from us just because you called in reinforcements!” The loud kid with the super-strength shouted as he punched a chunk of broken concrete towards them.(that’s points off for endangering civilians and not keeping damage down) A blast of water shot the chunk back at the kids, thankfully the kids were pushed back by the gust the first punch made. (The wind has always been easiest for me to control and easiest for others to not take notice of)

The kid that could float pushed off the ground to try to confront Torrent, not a smart move considering he just tossed a object bigger and heavier than her. So guess it’s time to step up and tr- “Stupid hero! You think you can stop me?” Torrent shouts, ok less thinking more doing!

Quick as a sneeze I jump in front of the float kid and pie her in the face with a whip cream pie, Torrent pulls back his attack just in time to miss hitting me or the kid. "Trix, love, let me handle these degenerates. You could get hurt with all this rubble." He calls towards me in a genuinely concerned voice, again sweet but he was messing with my job! I was going to answer but the third hero-kid popped up behind him and used a metal pole to knock Torrent out. Which ok props for taking out an A class villain but now the water he was controlling was going to fall on civilians, a tidal wave worth of water falling hard on bystanders that the kids had ignored(more points taken away, so so so many points) like a pile of bricks.

The strength kid grabs the float girl since she still has cream all over her face blocking her sight and the warp kid pops back to their side to pop them all to safety in the blink of an eye. Um What? Were they just going to leave now? after all this? They were leaving a villain to fall to his unwarranted death, another 'villain' to escape, and towns people to be crushed by a wall of water that they are responsible for. Ok, they fail.

I was going to lose my Joke!Villain job for this but screw it, im a protector of the people first, all people. I let the wind feel my intentions and it whisks Torrent to the roof of a building, water listens to him like a limb listens to the brain but for me? Water bends to my will as easy as breathing. I know that my eyes spark with energy and the wig i use to hide my own has blown off, but that doesnt matter as i send the water into the storm drains and sewers. And since im already sure to lose my job at this point I dont see a reason not to just fix some of these building before they collapse. Concreat lifts back into place and melts seamlessly in place with just a thought, there are gasps as the people who thought they were going to die realize the threat is over and set eyes on the figure that saved them. The new will be all over this before i even get back to base to get chewed out.

"Gaia?" the warp kid and his team mates are behind me as i land on the pavement, they sound so excited but there is a storm brewing inside me that needs to be let ou. "No. No you three dont get to be happy or excited or star struck! You almost died and then you were going to let other people die! You should have popped away as soon as Torrent arrived and informed a senor hero about the incident! I have never had a group fail so badly in a mock encounter, five years of training exercises and never have i had a group put so many people in danger, including themselves!" I shout at them, their awestruck faces turning to frowns and pinched looks. By now police and some full time heroes had made it to the scene so I could leave the kids and mess to them while i went to check on Torrent.

The guy was awake now and looking very hurt when i landed on the edge next to him, "So you didnt need my help?" "no" "And you are actually a hero? "yeah" "Does that mean we were never friends?" "Torren-Cory, you are a lovely guy. You never made Trix feel like a failure or make fun of her, made her smile after fail heists. You were a great friend and im sorry i lied, i was never meant to get to know any real villains but you reached out and were so sweet. I. I never knew if someone was just pretending to be my friend as a kid, people were scared of me or wanted to use me. It was nice to know you just wanted to be a friend because you wanted to know me and not for some other reason. So yeah, you might have made friends with Trix but Trix is me, sorta." He looks away from me for a minute then back at my probably still sparking eyes, "We could leave." I must make a face because he looks sad, "I mean, we could just go and live normal lives. Not even like together together, just...Friends." And wouldnt that be grand? A life away from all the stupid fighting and being monitored because you have world ending power over the elements, no more training snot-nosed privileged kids, just talking about our favorite books and laughing at tv shows. A normal life with probably my only friend.

"Cory, I cant go. They track me, its in my spine where i cant get it out. I want to, i would love to leave with you. But i just cant." I hope he knows that i mean it, how ive thought about leaving before, going to his lair and just never leaving as Gaia again. We dont have a lot of time left before another hero comes up here to check things out so i reach over and squeeze his hand. "Live a good life for both of us ok." Neither of us address the tears we're both shedding, this got too real too fast for either of us in truth, "I'll make a good life and ill find a way to get you help." he declares as he stands, water pooling under his feet and raising him into the air. It hurts, I lost a friend and my freedom today, being a joke!villain was the only time i didnt have a voice speaking in my ear. I hope you keep your promise.

#foxx writes #this went all other the place #like it was not meant to be this at all so i gave it its own post #heroes and villains

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iloveyouthree-thousand · 5 years ago

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five times peter parker could hear tony’s heart beating (and the one time he couldn’t)

// one //

“It wasn’t that bad, Mr. Stark, I promise.”

Two months had passed since the Vulture incident, and despite Peter declining an official role on the Avengers, he and Tony had kept in touch.

It helped that when May Parker found out about her nephew’s extra-curricular activities, she marched up to the Avengers Compound and made Tony swear on her grave that he’d look out for Peter.

Even without the lecture, though, Tony felt drawn to the spider-ling.

Half of him wanted to run far, far away, because this felt dangerously close to caring, and he had a nasty habit of ruining things he cared about. All it took was one look around the empty Compound to see that.

The other half of him, though, couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid and reckless teenager fighting crime, all by himself, with no training and an iffy track record at best.

So he invited Peter over to walk through the different functions in his suit, or practice his combat skills, or sometimes just to keep him company (though he wouldn’t admit that to the kid).

And, deep down, he knew that May’s threats were unnecessary, because if anything were to happen to Peter Parker, Tony would hate himself more than May Parker ever could.

This is exactly why, when Peter admits off-handedly that an entire building collapsed on him while he fought off Adrian Toomes, he nearly has a heart attack on the floor of his workshop.

“Please don’t freak out,” Peter continues, sending imploring looks his way, “I would’ve told you sooner but it didn’t really seem important at the time, you know?”

One look at Tony’s face tells Peter that he does not, in fact, know, and so he continues to ramble.

“Besides, I’m fine, see?” He holds out his arms as if to prove his point. “Not even a bruise.”

Tony keeps breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, like his therapist told him to do when he feels a panic attack coming on.

“Mr. Stark?” he asks, a moment later.

“Mhm,” he utters, trying and failing to put any sort of strength behind his voice.

“Please don’t freak out,” Peter repeats, softer this time, “because if you freak out then I’ll freak out.”

“I’m not freaking out.”

“I can hear your heartbeat,” he explains, “and it’s racing.”

He could lie, but the kid is right. His heart is beating so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if Peter could hear it even without the superpowers.

“You could’ve died,” is what he settles on instead.

“But I didn’t,” Peter counters, as if that makes it all better, as if Tony isn’t about ready to vomit at the thought of him crushed under a pile of rubble in a pair of glorified pajamas.

“I should’ve been there.”

“You didn’t know.”

“I shouldn’t have taken the suit.”

“I deserved it.”

“God, kid, if something were to happen to you, I--,” he doesn’t finish the sentence, but Peter knows. He can see it in his eyes, can hear in in his heartbeat.

“I survived, Mr. Stark. I’m okay.”

“I just... I should’ve been there,” he says again.

The kid stops and looks him in the eye, and for a second, the terror of crumbling concreate all around him comes flooding back.

“Maybe,” Peter concedes, his voice cracking as he remembers calling out for help, only to realize that no one was coming to rescue him.

Tony tenses as the guilt tightens its hold.

“It’s okay, though,” he continues, “because you’ll be there next time, right?”

It’s not so much a question as it is a plea.

He wishes, more than anything, that he could go back in time and do it all over, but he can’t change the past.

He can only change the future.

“I promise, kid, from now on, whenever you’re in trouble, I’m going to be right there with you. You’re not alone. Not anymore. Okay?”

The fear begins to fade from Peter’s eyes, quelled by Tony’s words, and after a moment his face flips into a smile.

He hears Tony’s heartbeat finally fall into a normal rate, and it’s strangely comforting.

“Okay.”

// two //

“Pete, you’re missing the best part.”

Tony frowns at the mop of hair buried into his sweatshirt, jostling his arm to lightly nudge the boy awake.

“You still with me kid?”

“Mm,” Peter murmurs, neither confirming nor denying Tony’s suspicions.

The fight sequence continues to play on the screen, the screech of metal on metal as the robots battled it out filling the room.

Peter doesn’t even stir.

“Alright, spider-baby, I guess it’s bedtime,” Tony chuckles as he moves to stand, intending to carry Peter to his room in the Compound.

“Mm,” Peter murmurs again when Tony shifts his weight, the single syllable sounding more like a protest this time around.

“Are you going to say any real words tonight or are we talking in grunts from here on out?”

“Mm.”

“Noted.”

The boy nestles back into his shoulder, and Tony begins to accept the fact that he’s going to be stuck in this exact position for the foreseeable future.

It was probably better this way anyhow.

When May had dropped Peter off that afternoon, she’d mentioned that he hadn’t been getting much sleep.

If spending the night on the couch was what it took to get the kid to finally get some shut-eye, Tony was willing to make that sacrifice.

An hour later, Peter is still pressed into his shoulder, and Tony is still wide awake, half-watching a B-list sci-fi movie on the TV.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Oh, good, we’re using English now,” he smirks, looking down at the kid, but Peter’s eyes remain closed.

“Mis’r Stark,” he says more forcefully, slurring the words a little, eyes still shut tight.

“Hey,” Tony pokes at the boy’s shoulder, “is this lucid Peter or sleep-talking Peter?”

The boy just whimpers. And then he starts crying.

“Pete, hey,” he pokes harder, “wake up.”

After a few more attempts, Peter’s hazy eyes spring open, wide with panic.

“Easy,” he soothes, running a hand over the kid’s hair, “it’s just me.”

“Oh,” Peter takes in the situation quickly, “I fell asleep.”

“Didn’t even make it halfway through the movie. But May said you haven’t been sleeping well, so I decided to leave you to it.”

“Ah.”

There’s a beat.

Tony thinks about not mentioning it, because maybe it’ll just embarrass him and who knows if Peter even wants to talk about it. But Tony had also pushed his mental health to the side for so much of his life, and he knew there were consequences. You could ignore the demons all you want, but it doesn’t make them go away.

“Tell me about the nightmares, Pete.”

His eyes go wide again, cheeks flushed, as he ducks his head back into the couch.

“It’s nothing,” he says, the words muffled by the cushions.

“It’s enough of something to be keeping you awake at night.”

“I’m okay.”

Tony reaches down, raising Peter’s chin with his index finger until their eyes meet.

There are visible bags under the teen’s red-rimmed eyes, a pool of tears caught up in his bottom lashes.

“No, you’re not,” he argues, “and it’s okay to not be okay. You should talk to someone about it, though. It doesn’t have to be me, or even May. We can set something up with a professional. I’m just worried about you, kid.”

Peter looks at him, words on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates.

He wasn’t supposed to know about Siberia. There were protocols on FRIDAY’s database for a reason, because Tony didn’t ever want to see that look in Steve Roger’s eyes again, the look that told him everything he didn’t want to believe. And he sure as hell didn’t need anyone else to see it.

But one of Peter’s fatal flaws is that he’s not exactly known for following protocol.

Tony had never told him about what happened after Germany, but judging by the fact that he and Colonel Rhodes were the only Avengers that ever hung around the Compound, he’d guessed it hadn’t gone well. Every time Peter asked, though, Tony got this sad, faraway look in his eye and promptly changed the subject.

A sane person would’ve left it alone.

Peter was too concerned about Tony to be sane.

Two weeks ago, he’d gotten an idea. If his own suit recorded every single mission, surely the Iron Man suit did, too. He hacked FRIDAY’s database and, sure enough, there it was.

He should’ve turned it off--should’ve walked away when he realized just how personal it was--but it was like watching a car wreck. Peter couldn’t quite look away.

Instead, he watched the whole thing to the bitter end, living through Tony’s eyes. He gasped as the red and white shield came crashing down, could almost feel the weight of the metal in his own chest.

And then the screen went dark.

“Earth-to-Peter.”

He blinks a few times as Tony’s voice pulls him back into the present.

“You went silent on me there for a minute.”

Peter swallows, debating for a second before he decides it’s time to face the music.

“I saw the footage from Siberia,” he blurts. “I know I shouldn’t have but I hacked FRIDAY’s database and I watched it and I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark.”

He bites at his lip and stares at his hands as he twists them in his lap.

“That’s why I’ve been having nightmares,” he finishes, and it’s barely above a whisper.

Peter waits, bracing himself for a lecture on boundaries and invasions of privacy.

He half-expects Tony to lay into him and kick him out right that second.

“Pete,” is what Tony says instead, zero parts angry and one-hundred parts concerned.

“I’m sorry,” Peter repeats, a sob on his lips.

“Hey, shh,” he shakes his head and wraps his arm around him tighter, “no apologies.”

“I was j-just worried about you.”

“I know, kid,” he smiles softly, “you’ve got a heart the size of the sun and I hope that never changes. You don’t need to worry anymore, though. I’m okay, Pete. I promise.”

He stops, running his fingers in circles on Peter’s back.

“It’s time for me to worry about you, now. And I’m going to start by figuring out how to help you sleep.”

Peter gets a sheepish look on his face, and Tony raises an eyebrow.

“It helps,” Peter pauses, looking away, “it helps when I can hear your heartbeat, because then I know you’re okay.”

“But it’s stupid,” he continues, “and kinda weird, and obviously I can’t listen to your heartbeat all the time because even just saying that sounds crazy and--,”

“Kid, please stop talking.”

He hadn’t noticed during his rambling, but Tony’s pulled a blanket around the two them and turned the TV off.

“Can you hear it?” Tony whispers a few moments later, his lips pressed gently into Peter’s hair.

Peter listens, hears the steady thump in his ears, like a gentle rhythm. Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

He’s out like a light before he can even answer the question.

// three //

Peter’s intuitive enough to know it’s not going well.

“You know, I live in New York, do I really need to know how to drive?”

“It’s a useful skill, kid. What if you’re ever on a mission and you need to tail someone? You can’t just take the train for that.”

Peter remembers the incident with Flash’s car and his cheeks go red.

“And the next time that happens,” Tony looks at him pointedly, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t total the thing and/or nearly kill yourself in the process.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yea? Let’s ask Karen about that when we get home, then.”

Peter mutters something under his breath that sounds vaguely like tattle tale and Tony breaks into a smirk.

“Alright, now what you’re going to do is ease off of the clutch and give it a little gas.”

Peter is about to follow his commands when he stops suddenly.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Mr. Parker?” Tony echoes sarcastically.

“How much did this car cost?”

“I would guess somewhere in the hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

Peter’s eyes nearly bug out of his head.

“Oh my God.”

“Relax, kid. You’ve been doing just fine.”

That was a lie. Peter had stalled out more times than he could count. He sent Tony’s stomach lurching every time he accelerated and nearly gave him whiplash every time he hit the brakes.

“Now, up off the clutch while you press down on the gas pedal.”

Peter does as he’s told, but chickens out when he goes to give it gas and promptly stalls. Again.

“Let’s try again,” Tony says gently, restarting the car, “just give her a little more gas this time.”

Peter takes a deep breath and lifts his foot off the clutch.

A little more gas this time.

He pushes his foot down on the pedal, way overcompensating for his previous attempt, and sends the car straight through the grass and into the wall of the closed course.

Peter can hear Tony’s heartbeat spike as it pumps erratically.

Tears well up in his eyes as he braces himself for the anger, the disappointment, because Peter’s really done it this time.

“Peter, are you okay? Look at me,” Tony says, perching himself over the center console to check for cuts, bruises, even a hair out of place.

“I t-told you this car was t-too nice for me t-to drive,” he sniffles, hyperventilating because this car is worth more than his entire apartment and he’s crashed it into a cement wall.

He doesn’t know, though, that Tony didn’t just choose this car on a whim. It’s won every safety award in the last three years, and he’s even added a couple extra precautionary measures just in case. Peter could probably drive this car off a cliff and walk away just fine.

When it came to Peter Parker’s well-being, money was no object.

“Hey,” Tony stops him, “I couldn’t care less about the car, kid. What I do care about, though, is you. That being said, you know the drill. Injury report.”

Peter finally takes a breath and gives himself a once-over.

“All clear.”

“FRI,” Tony prompts.

“My scanners are not picking up on any injuries, sir.”

Then, and only then, does Peter hear Tony’s heartbeat slow down.

“Thank God. I think it’s probably time to call it a day. We’ll pick up the same time tomorrow, though.”

Sure enough, Tony has the car all fixed up and ready to drive again the next day.

They keep practicing, day after day, until Peter can drive around the entire course with Tony’s heart rate remaining fixed and stable the entire time.

When it finally happens, he pulls of the course and puts the car in park, practically radiating giddiness.

Tony just smirks and tries not to look too proud.

// four //

“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good.”

Peter takes two steps forward and collapses into Tony.

“I don’t wanna go,” he chokes, “I don’t wanna go, please, Mr. Stark, I don’t wanna go.”

Tony looks into the kid’s pleading eyes and feels the bile burning his throat.

“You’re alright,” he says, and it’s not enough, of course it’s not enough, but nothing else leaves his mouth.

Around them, the Guardians are turning to dust and vanishing and Tony can only pray that the kid is spared from whatever hell they’ve stumbled into.

Tony holds Peter closer, as if that will stop whatever force of nature is stealing the rest of their team away. At the very least, as if to tell Peter that he’s not going anywhere without him, that they’re in this together.

He’s not alone. Not anymore.

They’ve done this before, when Peter’s anxiety ramps itself up to eleven and he gets so scared that he feels like he can’t breathe.

It helps Peter to hear his heartbeat. He knows that. So he’ll press him up against his chest and tell him to tune out the rest of the world and just listen to him.

Listen to my breathing, kid. That’s it. Just like that, in and out. Perfect. Hear my heartbeat? I’m right here, Pete. I’m right here. Just listen.

Just listen.

Every other time before, Tony would keep Peter locked in his arms until the panic melted from his face and the rhythms in their chests were synced. Tony didn’t even need to say anything.

As long as Tony’s heart kept beating in his ears, Peter knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Now, as the world is fading around them, Peter just keeps concentrating on his heartbeat. It’s constant and steady.

He’s scared, terrified, even, but he knows that as long as he can still hear it he’s going to be okay. He has to be okay.

Except, Peter can feel his fingers starting to crumble as he falls to the ground, taking Tony with him.

Tony’s heartbeat is still strong, but it’s starting to get farther and farther away.

The reality hits him all at once. He’s dying.

He’s dying and the only thing Tony can do is watch him as he goes.

And if you die, I feel like that’s on me.

Peter looks up at him, sees the brokenness seep into his eyes as the reality of the situation hits Tony too.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Tony’s heartbeat is the last thing he hears before the world fades to black.

// five //

Tony’s heartbeat is the first thing Peter searches for when he comes back.

He has to strain, a bit, because the clamor of the battlefield rings loud in his ears. His eyes scan the hundreds of faces, looking for one in particular.

There.

“Mr. Stark! You will not believe what’s been going on,” he says, getting closer to the man, “do you remember that we were in space just a minute ago and I like, vanished,” he stops, looking at the gray flecks in Tony’s hair.

Those weren’t there a second ago.

“What’s that in your hair?”

“It’s just gray hair,” Tony says lightly, looking at him funny, and Peter just nods and continues.

“Oh. Well, Dr. Strange was there when we got back, and he gave us this big speech and--,” he’s cut off by a pair of arms nearly cutting his air off.

“What’s happening?”

He can hear Tony’s heartbeat now, because it’s pounding right up against his chest.

Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.

“Just hug me, kid.”

Peter swears he hears it skip a beat when he does just that.

It’s all so weird, because they were in space just a second ago and now they’re home, at the Compound, but everything is on fire and there’s a battle raging around them.

Peter doesn’t know what to make of it, his brain is going into overdrive trying to remember the minutes before he got all dusty and passed out, but Tony’s arms cinch around him a little tighter and he decides not to worry about it for the time being.

Right now, he can hear Tony’s heartbeat drumming in his ears. As long as he can still hear that, he’s going to be okay.

Tony places a kiss on his cheek, making no move to let go of him, and Peter doesn’t protest.

“This is nice,” he says.

Everything’s going to be okay.

// six //

The smell of burning flesh hangs in the air, but Peter ignores it, running straight toward Tony.

“Mr. Stark?”

His face is ashy white against the blood dripping down his skin, and Peter feels like he’s going to be sick.

“Mr. Stark, you did it,” he says, holding back tears because he can hear it, can hear his heartbeat faltering, “we won.”

“Mr. Stark, we won,” he thinks that if he keeps saying it then maybe it’ll make it come true, but Tony’s heartbeat is still falling, fading into a dull murmur.

“Tony?” He tries instead, hoping to get some kind of reaction, but it doesn’t come.

Eventually Pepper pulls him away and he’s sobbing now, because the thumping in Tony’s chest is so faint it’s almost silent, and the beats are few and far between.

Peter watches as Pepper kneels next him. He can feel Rhodey’s hand squeeze around his shoulder as she promises Tony that they’re going to be okay.

He wants to scream, because he feels anything but okay, because Tony’s heartbeat was one giant constant in his life and now it’s dwindling into nothing.

For the longest time, he’d known that as long as he could still hear Tony’s heartbeat, he’d be okay.

He needed Tony to hold on, because he wasn’t quite sure what he would do if he lost him.

Please don’t go.

Tony looks so tired, though.

And as much as it hurts, Peter needs to let go.

“You can rest, now,” Pepper whispers, and Peter holds his breath as Tony gives her one last smile.

Peter hears the exact moment Tony Stark’s heart stops beating.

He hears awful silence creep in and replace the familiar ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

And, for a moment, Peter swears his heart stops beating, too.

#irondad #peter parker #tony stark #fic #endgame

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niniandthenine · 6 years ago

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No Attachments [Part 2]

Part 1 Part 3

Word count: 3,786

Pairing: Potentials are Jongin x reader, Baekhyun x reader, Sehun x reader

Warning: This is a exo mafia au that many contain themes some find uncomfortable. events such as kidnapping, spiking, stockhold syndrome, objectification of a ‘Minor’ (17) are within.

Consciousness tapped at the girl gently, causing her eyes to sting with the urge to flutter open. Her body stirred at the distant sound of voices as her eyes squinted open, adjusting to the dimly light room. Though the orange tinted lighting she could make out the backs of three figures standing a short distance from where she sat. Their voices slowly turning into words she could understand as she shook the sleep away.

"Well…” the unfamiliar voice made her jump slightly “Just being a student alone will makes the starting price pretty high”

A shiver of disgust shook the girl’s frame, naturally pulling her legs closer to body in a dazed state.Her eyes scanned across the cold cement room from her position slumped against a wall. Her eyes stung slightly as her vision was clouded by tears, looking away from the three figures in hopes of blocking out the rest of their conversation.As she lifted her hands to wipe the tears that began to smudge her cheeks, she realised that the material biding her hands together was changed from the painful rope to a black cloth-like material.

"If what you said about her attitude is true, plus her decent enough face I'm sure we could get 2 mil at least in an auction" the same unfamiliar voice was able to slip through the girl’s defences causing a sickly burning sensation to stir at the back of the girl’s throat.

"But...if she was trained It would be better, right?" A familiar voice she acquainted with the tanned man she knew named Jongin, caught her attention, momentarily soothing the sickness that stirred in the pit of her stomach.

"Of course. Any better training or whatever will be a leverage for negotiation"

"But Chen," Baekhyun's voice quickly intervened, addressing which she assumed was the man she didn't know, "don’t you think it would be a waste to keep her?"

"Of course! In my opinion if we can get that much from her, what's the point in keeping her" Chen paused as he finished before adding "However, that's up to whoever found her. Sehun, right?"

The unfamiliar name perked the girl’s attention. For the person who had supposedly ‘found’ her, the name Sehun didn’t ring any bells. Raking her memory for the name, any suspicious people following her or anyone who even looked like a Sehun, the girl became frustrated, accidentally let out a soft cry.

As she sniffed quietly, bringing her hands up to quickly wipe away the tears that had formed in her eyes, she realised the three men had stopped talking. lifting her head up to see where they had ,the girl flinched back when she saw all three of them looking directly at her. She quickly looking down at her hands to ensure she didn't meet eyes with any of them.

"You should have said you were awake, love" Baekhyun stepped forward, each step closer he took in her direction making the girl press herself closer to the wall, until stopping right in front of her.

"We don't like to be eavesdropped on " he hissed.

The girl remained silent, hi-cupping lightly as she started down at her feet.

Baekhyun scoffed out an irritated laugh, cursing lightly under his breath, pivoting his feet slightly to step back.

"He's talking to you, answer him" Jongin's voice made the girl look up slightly but stopped her line of sight just below his shoulders so that their eyes wouldn't meet.

With one short hiccup the girl quickly pulled her legs under her and bowed, putting her forehead to her hands that rested on the cement ground.

"I'm s-sorry. I-i didn't want to interrupt your conversation" the girl said but yelped as Baekhyun’s shoe raised up and kicked back up, her back hitting the wall again.

"You’re still listening to Jongin I see" Baekhyun spat, venom in his voice.

The girl looked up as Baekhyun crouched down in front of her, a glare seething with irritation as he started at her.

"You’re lucky your worth so much or I'd dig out one of those pretty eyes" Baekhyun hissed, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder that shook involuntarily.

"Baekhyun, that's enough"

At Chen’s voice Baekhyun’s pressure on the girl’s shoulder lightened before he scoffed and stood up.

Coughing lightly to recover from the blow, the girl's eyes cast over to Chen, who stared at her in deep thought, scrutinising the way she shuffled closer to the wall, away from Baekhyun.

"In other thought..." Chen started, making Baekhyun and Jongin who looked over to him "it looks like she might require some training."

The man looked away from the girl, rather to Jongin, when the girl looked up a bit more, a bitter glare directed towards him

"it seems as though she's sub-consciously picking and choosing who she's going to listen to. I guess It's common but buyers don’t really like that"

The girl felt a flare in her chest as she listened to the blonde man talk, the temptation to protest and scream at the tip of her tongue. Just as her lips parted slightly, taking in a breath to scream, she realised Jongin's eyes were on her. As if he were warning her, telling her to keep her mouth shut, the girl's trembling lips closed again. Looking back down at the ground in defeat the girl once again tired to block out the conversation between the other two men, panicking slightly when Jongin left his spot, striding over to where she sat slumped on the ground.As he stopped beside her, the girl shut her eyes half expecting to be kicked or picked on again. Her eyes gingerly opening when she realised he had leaned against the wall next to where she sat.

"I'm going to go inform the boss, you can take her to the basement with the others or leave her here, either is fine" Chen’s voice caught the girl’s attention.

As the blond man glanced towards Jongin, he turned towards the door that resided on the wall horizontal to where she sat. As he opened the door the girl tilted her head slightly to try and see past the gap the slipped through. Before shutting the door behind him, she managed to catch a glimpse of what seemed to be a corridor, made up of the same washed out concreate as the room they were in.

"When will Sehun get here? It's late..." Baekhyun’s loud voice cut of the girl’s train of thought, the whiney voice making Jongin pulled a phone from his pocket, the screen lighting his face as he turned it on.

"He said he'd be here at at 2, so he's late as usual" Jongin sighed from above where the girl sat.

Her eyes wondered up to when Baekhyun began to pace the room slowly, his leather shoes clinking against the concrete floor. Feeling a strange sense of safety next to the other man the girl allowed her heartbeat and nerves to settle down. Despite having been asleep earlier as she was moved to the room, her body still fell limp in exhaustion. As sleep began to consume her tired body again, her head fell back against the wall, her eyes closing and opening softly in protest the sleeplessness.

"He's taking too long" Baekhyun's grumble pulled the girl awake. "Let's just take her down to the basement and leave it for tomorrow"

The girl tried not to shied away from Baekhyun as he approached her in long strides but slowly leaned closer to Jongin whom she could hear was concentrated on texting someone on his phone.

"He'll be here soon, let's just wait for him-"as Jongin spoke the door opened, directing their attention to the man that walked in. The girl’s eyes widened in disbelief, stinging with a fresh batch of tears as the man walk in.

"You’re finally here? What took you so long?" Baekhyun huffed and motioned towards the girl who was shaking in betrayal at the man she had been admiring only hours before.

The familiar voice let out a sighed

"it looks like you two had your bit of fun with her already" his deep voice came out in a chuckle as he slowly approached the girl who was shaking, the rim of her eyes red and slightly puffy from the tears that pooled down her rosy cheeks. Her head shook vigorously as he approached, trying to move as far into the wall as she could. The detective's chuckle rumbled from his throat as he watched the girl helplessly squirm.

Looking over to where Jongin had stepped back a few paces to, the girl saw the man's narrows eyes were watching the detective closely. Looking back to the man that approached with a smirk tugged on his lips, she began shuffling to her left towards Jongin, watching the detective to scale his reaction. Seeing the smirk wipe clean off Sehun's face as she shuffled over to the other man, he girl felt a lump of regret forming in her throat.

"What is she doing?" The venom in Sehun voice made the girl sob quietly with a small whimper, her delicate fingers found and clutched the hem of Jongin's dress pants.

"She has a hard time co-operating with anyone who isn’t Jongin" Baekhyun tutted, he crossed his arms as staring at the girl who was beginning to choke on her tears and ragged breath.

"Is that so" Sehun changed his direction to step in the girl’s and Joning’s direction. Stopping in front of the girl, Sehun glared down at this girl with distaste, noticing the grip she had on Jongin,

"Jongin, move"

The girl’s breath hitched as Jongin tried to step back, stopped by the desperate tug on the material of his pants and small whine she let out.

Looking down, Jongin's eyes met with the girl’s, cloudy with tears of desperation. her head shook lightly as her lips trembled out an inaudible 'please'.

"Jongin, I said move" the girl flinched at Sehun’s snap, tighten her clutch on Jongin at Sehun's demand.

"Why should I? Just do what you want"

A small cry left the school girl as the man's words caused a sting in her chest. her stomach dropped to the, now, familiar sickness of regret as Jongin gently pulled up the top half of her body, guiding her to kneel in front of him to face Sehun. Stray strands of her hair stuck to her sticky tear stained cheeks as she shut her eyes, trying to calm her breathing that only resulted in small hiccups slipping from her trembling lips. However,at the feeling of Jongin’s hands falling gently on her shoulders she was able to catch her breath, calming her rapid heartbeat.

"I'm going to take your feeble behaviour as a sign you recognise me?"

The girl opened her eyes at Sehun's voice that taunted over her, all the reassurance that Jongin's touch gave her almost diminishing.

Her head throbbed with exhaustion, tears puddling on to the cement ground bellow her as she wondered how she even got separate from her class in the first place. Inhaling a shaky breath, she found the courage to glance back up at Sehun, regretting it when she saw him glaring as if waiting for something.

A tap on the sole of her school shoe, made her flinch slightly before realising it was Jongin. Remembering the previous time he had intervened when such a glare was directed to her, she realised she should have replied to Sehun’s question despite it being almost rhetorical. Her eyes widened as she looked up, lips parting quickly to reply.

"Y-y-"

Before she could stutter out an answer, an urgent yelp of pain left her lips as a fist full of her hair was yanked up.

"Answer when I speak to you. Isn’t that basic respect? " Sehun snapped, letting go of her hair that toppled down her shoulders messily.

"What did Jongin do to make you listen to him so well? Hm? Was he rough with you?" Sehun stabbed his index finger into the sobbing girl's forehead twice. The girl shook her head, whimpering at the growing pain in her head till she felt another urgent tap on her foot and Joingin’s hands leave her shoulders.

"No-no, he didn't" the girl stuttered out in a whimper, her sob catching in her throat when she felt delicate fingers brushing her messy hair, tugging lightly at knots that were forming to untangle them.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Sehun's furious voice brought her attention back to him before his large hand grabbed her chin. The girl tried to pull away, but his grip only got stronger.

"You’re not going to survive 10 minutes without Jongin when you’re auctioned off, if you don't start learning quickly" Sehun tapped his foot on the cement ground, clarifying what he meant.

"So? What did he do to-" Sehun paused mid-sentence, his eyes trailing from her empty shoulders to Jongin’s hands that worked to gentle comb the girl’s hair.

Suddenly, Sehun’s hand left her chin and instead gripped the side of her shoulder. Sehun’s glare re-directed to Jongin as he harshly shoved the girl to the side, make her hit the ground without her hands to break the fall. Sehun's leather shoe placed its self onto one of the girl's ankles, his glare towards Jongin lightening.

"So he treated you with a bit of care, huh?" Sehun scoffed, staring at Jongin as he pushed in foot down, crushing the girl’s ankle against the cement floor. The girl’s light scream, muffled into her arm, brought an almost smug smirk onto Sehun’s face.

"I didn't want to have to cut off her hair because of you leaving it to tangle like that". Jongin shrugged, his voice sounding indifferent as he held Sehun’s stare.

"Jongin" Sehun started, rolling his shoe over the whimpering girl's ankle."I found her. she’s mine"

The girl felt sick hearing those words come from Sehun’s mouth, the thought of anyone owning her making her want to let out a scream of protest.

"And I am going to sell her" Sehun finished, lifting his foot from the girl’s ankle with the intent to stomp back down on it.

"I know" Jongin lifted his own foot, kicking Sehun's to prevent him from hurting the girl again whilst she struggled to sit up. "But I want to keep her for a bit"

The girl looked at Jongin as he repeated the same words he had before she had fallen to sleep in the car.

"I know you’re at work all day so I'll train her for you. Even ask Chen, he said she needs training before going on auction".

The girl’s chest suffered another sting hearing Jongin talk to calmly, hands tucked into his pockets.

Sehun stared at the other man, calculating the offer.

"You'll get attached, you already are" Sehun stated, only making the other man scoff.

"When have I ever gotten attached to any of the girls I train?" Jongin questioned sarcastically, his jaw hanging slackly as if ready to laugh.

Sehun clicked his tongue, staring at Jongin amoment longer before heaving a sigh.

"Fine".

Jongin smirked and held out his hand to Sehun who lifted his but spoke again before taking the other’s hand "but Minseok goes first"

Jongin scowled, huffing for a second before shaking Sehun's hand.

"If her prediction price goes any direction but up, I'll personally slaughter you myself" Sehun stated before turning on his heel.

Sehun, nodding to Baekhyun who had leaned against the wall by the door some time through the argument, left the room with the door closing behind him. Baekhyun pushed himself off the wall, looking from the girl to Jongin before speaking,

"I think you'll get attached too, but don't make me say ‘I told you so"

With one last lingering glance towards the girl, Baekhyun licked his bottom lip before pulling the door open and leaving in the same direction Sehun had.

With the two finally gone, Jongin turned to the girl who remained on the ground. Her focus was on her ankle that had turned a light shade of red after suffering from Sehun’s attacks. Throwing a glance to the door, Jongin kneeled in front of the girl making her look up from her ankle.

"Well?" Jongin hummed and the girl instantly perked up.

"T-thank you...that, that detective really scared me " she said softly, dipping her head in thanks. When she looked back up her face flushed at the smile Jongin wore.

"I should scare you too" Jongin's eyes diverted from her’s as he spoke, his hand reached out to her head "Like Baekhyun said before, I'm a bad guy too"

The girl blinked, staring at the man as his fingers combed through a few strands of her hair starting to knot together, untangled them gently.

"C-can I ask something?" the girl mumbled, unsure if she was becoming too comfortable. Jongin's eyes flicked to her, another sweet smile blooming on his face as he momentarily stopped playing with her hair to instead pat her head with hum of approval. The girl’s face flushed again, momentarily questioning her sanity as she tried to stop her heart from beating so quickly for someone involved in her kidnapping.

"What should I call you…?" Her voice was soft, cautious of sounding rude in any way. Jongin smiled, settling the girl’s nerves, as he brushed his hands through her smooth hair before placing them gently on the material of her skirt that covered just below her thighs. The girl barely had time to react before he answered.

"How about daddy? Does that sound good baby?" Jongin hummed, making the girl stutter out a 'what' as her face flushed again.

"No? How about master then?" Jongin smirked when she looked down in embarrassment, unable to form an answer.

"W-wh.." the girl stuttered before he spoke again, his eyes seeming more serious when she peaked up.

"I'm joking" the girl relaxed slightly, face still flushed till she realised Jongin was still looking at her with a serious look in his eyes "But if I weren't..."

The girl’s breath hitched as he leaned closer and the hand on her thigh moved down to pinch her exposed skin, making her yelp.

"If anyone tells you to call them a specific name, do or you’ll get in trouble"

Jongin smiled as the girl nodded.

"O-okay.."

"Then, call me daddy" Jongin said, watching her with expectant eyes.The girl coughed a little in surprise, clearing her throat as her lips trembling apart.

"…daddy" the girl looked up as she spoke the last syllable, her heart fluttering at the small smile on his lips.

"Perfect" Jongin patted the girl's head softly "you can call me Jongin. But you’re free to call me whatever you want when we're alone"

The girl flushed and shook her head to try and get rid of the burning sensation on her face and ears.

"You'll be staying down here for a while" Jongin said looking down at his hands that remained on the girl's thigh.

"..o-okay.." she mumbled back hesitantly.

"Minseok will come in sometime. Make sure you do what he tells you, he’s not nice once he’s finished observing you". Jongin explained, eyes still lingering on the girl’s legs.

"W-will you come too?" the girl quickly asked as he finished speaking, worried about being alone with such a person as he described.

"No" the girl gulped at the short reply, her heart rate picking up at the thought of being alone with one of the other men. Thinking back to how much worse many have happened to her if Jongin hadn't been there.

The girl’s thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something drape over her cold legs. Blinking a few times, she looked down at Jongin's suit jacket that he put over her lap, the warmth of the material cuddling her legs.

"It’ll get cold down here" Jongin said indifferently, brushing the jacked off over her lap. The girl’s eyes lingered on the black dress shirt that loosely hugged his body, his arms flexing slightly under the material as he brushed off the jacket. It wasn’t till Jongin stopped brushing the jacket that she realised she hadn’t thanked him.

"T-thank you"

When she looked back at him, blushing slightly as she remembered her previous thoughts, she was met with eyes that almost made her dizzy. His eyes were obviously staring at her pinkish lips as he lightly nibbled on his own bottom one. His hands had subconsciously squeezed her thighs lightly. Unsure if he had heard her, the girl went to repeat herself.

"Thank yo-"

But as soon as the words left her lips Jongin had leaned forward, pressing his plush lips to her's. The girl only melted as Jongin pulled her closer to him, closing her eyes gently as a soft noise escaped her lips.

"Baby, that's was too pretty. You shouldn't do that to me knowing I can't do these things with you" Jongin's whisper was heard clearly by the girl because of their close proximity.

"I'm sorry" the girl whimpered, her eyes still closed as she leaned in for another.

As their lips met again, one of Jongin's hands reached up to cup the side of her face, this thumb gently stroking her cheek.

The girl felt her chest squeezing in awe as Jongin's fingers gently brushed through her hair and ushered her closer.

"J-Jongin?" The girl murmured as their lips parted to catch their breath, her chest heaving lightly before his hand on her head pulled her in again.

"What is it, baby?" Jongin whispered between kisses

"I-I want to touch your hair..."

Jongin, pulling back slightly, looking down at her tied hands that rested in her lap.

"I promise I won't do anything, I just want to touch your hair" she mumbled, eyes looking at him hopefully.

Jongin hesitated slightly, his hands reached out for her’s slowly before stopping.

"Another time. It's late" Jongin said, his and instead reaching up to pat her head "I should stop before I get carried away again"

Brushing his fingers though her hair quickly, Jongin stood up.

As he reached the door, he turned back to the girl

"I'll see you tomorrow. And Remember what I said about Minseok"

With one last small smile, Jongin turned, shutting the door behind him. The girl on the cement floor crumbling into a small ball of tears. Sleep submerging her exhausted form ounce again, she let the tears roll down her cheeks. Only realising how her parched throat was when the salty tears gracing her lips. Her eyes fell shut, attempting to sleep away the sting of dehydration.

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medial-mogul · 2 years ago

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shrm-p · 2 years ago

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Prison (4/16/22)

I am a prisoner in a super-duper-max security prison, the prison is mainly made to hold a single prisoner, the invisible man, who’s a genius level serial killer who has the power to turn invisible on command, the only thing you see are the shadows of his feet while he walks. His cell is basically a giant concreate cube with no ceiling and a pool, surrounded by barbed wire. Next to his cell, the wardens chamber, he’s plugged into this high tech chair thing 24/7, and monitors the prison everyday with the help of a advanced AI. The walls are also reinforced by these magnetic rocks that were scavenged from the impact site of a meteor, the prison is also built on top of the impact site.

One day, i’m wandering around the prison before I realize i’m within running distance of the exit, and for some reason all the doors are open. I cause a prison riot to serve as a distraction while I escape, I get shot and killed before I escape, but multiple people do make it out, including some high school age girl who immediately goes and robs a bank once she’s free.

Respawn in the prison, go talk to the invisible man and he tells me how he’s tried every single method of escaping this prison but is never succsissful. I ask him if he’s tried exiting through the gift shop thats inside his cell, he notices the gift shop, slits my throat, then makes a run for it. He’s killed before he escapes though.

The high school girl from earlier is back, she bought a military jet with the bank robbing money and fires a drill shaped missle at the prison. It hits the prison wall, drills into the wardens chamber, drills through the wardens stomach, killing him. Then into the wall between the warden and the invisible man, before blowing up. The invisible mans cell now has a giant hole in it that gives him a clear view of the outside world. But the magnetic rocks from the meteor start floating infront of him in mid air, they start expelling electric shocks at each other, creating a magical electric fence. The wardens daughter appears out of nowhere, she breaks into a song and dance about how the invisible man can never truly escape because his love for her is whats really keeping him here and blah blah forbidden love blah blah Romeo and Juliet, the invisible man runs past her and gives the gift shop another try.

Sonic the hedgehog appears in the invisible mans now empty cell, he can control the magnetic rocks with the electricity he generates from running super fast, and he just fucks around with them for a bit.

The invisible man is now outside the prison, He emerges from a cave and is now on a cliffside overlooking the city of Los Angles, Then suddenly bumble bee and megatron emerge from the cave he just walked out of. They fight for a bit on the cliffside, bumble bee destroys megatron in the fight, meanwhile megatron is laughing and tells bumble bee that hes just as sadistic as he is. Bumble bee shoots a rocky wall, and throws megatron inside the hole he made, embedding him in the rocks. Megatron falls unconscious and bumble bee overlooks the city of LA, the invisible man is long gone at this point and police sirens can already be heard in the distance.

#dreams

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imgoldielikehawn · 7 years ago

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Once Mine Always Mine Part 8

Rating/ Mature (Smut, Death, Violence, Mental Illness, Abuse)

Pairing/ Jared Letos Joker X WOC

Word Count/ 1,868

Master List and Part 7

AN/ Well I know its been absloutley forever I hope you enjoy this! its one of my off the wall projects but I love a rotten love story.. what can I say? LOL feedback is appreciated!

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Joker Tags: @harleycativy @ariwolff14

PAST

Pulling up to the club I left strict instructions for the girls on how to proceed for the night and then got back in my car. The drive to my warehouse wasn’t far and I knew I would need a few things before I left.

My heels clicked as they hit the concreate ground on the way to the door. First things first I thought as the guard let me through the metal door. “Time to do away with this hair color.”

“Did you bring what I asked?” I turned to Misha.

“Yeah boss. Its in the kitchen.” She gestured to the room down the hall and I followed her down to the large open kitchen. It was empty except for the basic kitchen amenities and a few chairs. I dropped down into the one closest to the sink. The whole time Misha was bleaching my hair I watched in awe as my hair went from black to almost white to green. She took her time coming and blow drying my hair as she finished up.

When I myself in the mirror she held up for me I was shocked and pleased with the drastic change. I grabbed my weapons and keys and then I remembered that this hair changed called for an outfit change too. I decided on a purple leather dress and knee high boots.

“Misha bring the car around.” I said grinning. I looked in the mirror one last time before applying my MAC Lipstick and heading out the door.

We pulled up to an enormous house and Misha parked out front, it didn’t take long for my door to be opened and I followed the valet up to the large house where he escorted me into the siting room just inside the door. I hugged my green fur close to my body to combat the chill. The man led me to an office where he showed me to a seat and brought me a small glass of brandy.

“The Master will be with you shortly.” He said before bowing out of the room. In a few moments a second door opened and the Mayor of this shit town walked in to the room.

“Audrey, its been a long time since I’ve seen you, how are things?” He asked before pouring himself a glass and going to stand by the window.

“Things are the same father, thank you for asking.” I took a swing of my drink and set it down onto the glass table.

My father and I had never quite gotten along but he did love all the money my club brought in. We’d always had a sour relationship because we were exactly the same. When I was two years old my mother was killed in the crossfire of one of my fathers business meetings and I had never quite forgiven him for it. He’s since then remarried to an awful woman and we hardly had contact after I turned 18.

“I really didn’t come here to chat father, I came on business. As you know I've had some uncomfortable dealings with the Joker these last few months.” I stood from my seat.

“Ah, yes I had heard that. Has everything been settled. I cant stand unwanted chaos and as long as that clown is kept at bay my life remains unaffected.” He shook his head and frowned.

The thought that my father allowed all the bad in the city to happen as long as his pockets remained full disgusted me. I knew my criminal genes came from somewhere but he was a monster all his own.

“He made me an offer I could not refuse daddy, so I sold him the club.” I said this casually knowing just how much this news would rattle my father. It wasn’t true but he need not know that. I watched as he sputtered and chocked on his brandy. He turned several shades of red as he coughed and before he could catch his breath I reached for the gun tucked into my fur coat.

“You know its your fault mother died, then you married that awful woman and hardly batted an eye at mothers death. So I propose a toast.” I bent down and used my free hand to grab my glass from the table and raised it to eye level.

“Audrey… what-t are you..” My father stammered with wide eyes as I raised the pistol to my temple.

“I SAID I PROPOSE A FUCKING TOAST!” I yelled a grin spread across my face as I watched my father shakily raised his glass while stammering and pleading with me to put the gun down.

“To my mother, the woman I loved and the woman you killed!” I laughed and tossed back the drink. I pulled back the hammer and took a few steps closer to my father

So I could get a closer look as he fell apart.

“Goodnight Father..” I licked my lips and moved my finger to the trigger.

“NO NO NO NO AUDREY PLESE DON’T DO THIS! WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE IT UP!” He screamed hysterically.

“I thought you’d never ask” I frowned.

“BANG!” The shot rang out and my fathers blood splattered my face and chest.

PRESENT

We got out of the tumbler and took the elevator to the main level of the house. I had a few scrapes and bruises from where The Jokers hands had dug in and the glass had cut my skin. My first instinct was to turn to Bruce but he was already gone. I sighed and sought solace in a nice warm shower. The water ran over my shoulders and sore skin, I could feel myself relaxing and the weight of the day seemed to melt from my shoulders; however, that meant my thoughts were swimming with the scenes between me and Mistah J and it didn’t take long for the voices to speak up as well.

“We told you he was looking for you, worried sick he was! You stupid girl!” They snapped.

“No, he didn’t want us I was sure of it. Stop talking!” I whined back.

“Look what you’ve done! Gone and told Mistah J that we loved someone else!” Their voices curled around my brain like a noose.

“I do love someone else! I wanna be with Bruce I don’t wanna be crazy for Mistah J anymore I want to be normal! Just go away!” I sobbed desperately

“You know the rulessssss once Property of Mistah J, Always Property of Mistah J!” The voices in my head laughed in unison as I sobbed outwardly.

After my shower I crawled into bed and lie still looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. Was this to be my life? Forever trapped in between who I want to be and who I am. Would there ever come a day when I spent more moment living in the present than fretting over the past?

Would the voices ever quiet? And my least favorite question; would I return to The Joker?……….

PAST

I didn’t go looking for The Joker after I killed my father but it did not take long for him to find me.

I was standing in the bathroom at my penthouse washing the blood off my face when I heard a commotion coming from the living room. So I rushed to see what was going on snatching my gun from the sink.

”WELL WELL WELL! If it isn't the insane AUDREY COLT!” The Joker exclaimed.

“What are you doing here Mistah J?” I said firmly and maintaining my distance.

“IM here for you of course Doll! You did it! I cant believe you killed the Mayor of Gotham and all for little ol ME ME ME!” He stepped forward and flung out his gold coattails.

“Step right up and claim your prize!” He held his pale tattooed hand out towards me and I watched his icy eyes glisten with malice.

“Mistah J.” I said in a tone barely above a whisper.

“Come here Doll, NOW!” He snapped whilst reaching forward and snatching my hand. I lifted my gun and he grinned wildly.

“You gonna shoot daddy? Deja Vu!!!!” He laughed tossing my gun away.

I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do or more importantly what he would do next.

“You’re so good…” He pulled me against him and then stared at me closely. His cold hands roamed my body as though he was assessing merchandise instead of holding a human being. “Why’d you dye your hair! I hate it!” He sneered before running his hands gently through my green curls.

“EVERYONE GET OUT!” He yelled and let off a single shot causing his henchmen and mine to scatter.

When the room was empty besides us two he reached behind me and lowered the zipper to my purple leather dress and my skin responded to his cool touch. He turned me around slowly and continued to lower the zipper until it reached the end. I swear I could hear him gasp at my black Lace Bra and thong. My pooled around my feet and I felt his pistol in my back beckoning me to step forward and out of it.

“Mistah J..” I said into the quiet room. He turned me back around and cupped my chin like he used to.

“Don’t be scared Doll, Daddys not going to hurt you. I'm going to make you feel good.” He was so close to my face that I could smell his intoxicating cologne and minty breath. He placed a rough and possessive kiss against my lips and ran his tongue against my bottom lip. I parted my lips and moaned as he explored my mouth.

His cool fingertips circled my nipple until it became a hardened bud. He pulled out a small knife with a green and purple blade and my eyes met his as he slid the blade under the center of my bra and sliced in easily in half. My breasts exposed causing my face and neck to flush with warmth. He sheathed the knife and slipped his hands in between my thighs.

“You’re soooo wet for me doll… After I fuck you… you’ll belong to me.” He whispered deeply as he began to work my throbbing clit.

“I already am…” I breathed. My mind was gone and there was no turning back.

“Oh Audrey… you haven't seen a fucking thing yet……” He chuckled.

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