#He almost had a breakdown due to overstimulation

[lipglossanon]

Urban Legend

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, monsterfucking, dirty talk, mentions of cannibalism, threats, CNC, rape fantasy, rape talk, oral (f receiving), impromptu thigh job lol, biting, blood kink, multiple creampies, fingering, overstimulation, belly bulge, cum inflation, breeding kink, double penetration in one hole

not proofread ✌️ it’s all made up and the points don’t matter 😜

I literally had to stop myself from writing so sorry if the ending is sudden/lame 😝

“There’s no way that it’s real,” you scoff into your phone.

“Then why was it in the newspaper, huh?” Your friend’s voice sounds tinny on the other end, letting you know you’ll be out of range soon. 

“To sell them, duh,” you laugh, “hey listen, I’m about to lose service so I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

“Call me if anything happens!” her concern makes you smile to yourself. 

“Will do, bye!”

You lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket. A quick glimpse of a chimney in the treeline lets you know you’re almost to the cabin. It’s just a small little one bed, one bath place deep in the middle of the woods. Your parents moved and left the place to you, so you’re not able to come out as much as you like so it’s a little more rundown than in previous years. 

You have to park at the bottom and make the mile long hike up the mountain in order to reach it. There’s an ATV parked in the shed for any emergencies, but you’ve made the trek all these years without any issues so fingers crossed this will just be another year in the bucket. 

Stepping up onto the small porch, you pull out the spare key and unlock the door. A branch snaps off in the woods and you shoot a look over your shoulder. Your friend’s nervousness seems to be rubbing off on you. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to open the door. 

“There’s no such thing as werewolves anyways,” you mutter under your breath. 

She gave you a quick breakdown of the last several month’s events while you talked to her on your walk. She told you there’s been missing livestock for weeks until suddenly a few local parishioners went missing after service and were found brutally mutilated days later. Attacks have been gradually ramping up, peaking around the full moon especially (which just happens to be the weekend you decided for a mini vacation at the cabin, go figure). 

The locals believe in some old wives tales about a werewolf returning every hundred years. You think it’s kinda cute they hold onto such old superstitions, but it’s more than likely some bobcat or mountain lion that’s come down due to deforestation in the area. 

You let these thoughts wash over you as you bustle around the cabin; you get everything in place and mentally thank your dad for putting up solar panels years ago. Those paired with the propane tank and generator outside means you won’t be without hot running water or lights. 

Once you’re all settled in, you decide to make something quick and simple for dinner before relaxing in front of the fireplace. Stretching out on the beat up couch, you scrunch your toes in the thick fuzzy socks you love to wear this time of year and flip open the book you brought with you. You’ve just found the most comfortable position for reading, becoming more engrossed page by page when a loud thudding knock rings out from your door. You jump at the sound and scowl over at the door. 

Another knock happens and you close your book, making sure your bookmark is securely tucked in the pages, and raise up. Quietly walking to the door, you peek out of the peephole and see an injured man slumped against the porch railing. Your heartbeat quickens and you watch as he raises a tired hand to knock on the door again. Glancing around the area yields nothing but trees and the dusky twilight. 

You tiptoe away and grab the rifle out of the gun safe next to the fireplace. As you walk back over, the man knocks once more. 

“How can I help you?” You call out from your side of the door, gazing back through the peephole. 

The man tilts his face up, fringe falling away for you to make out a strong jawline. 

“I-I was attacked and n-need help,” he winces, arm hugging his middle where you can see blood seeping through his shirt, “some kinda w-wild animal. I just need a phone or a first aid kit. Please, miss.” 

You pause, eyes glancing down to the gun in your hands. On the off chance he’s faking, well he won’t be for long.

“What’s your name?” You call out, pulling your phone from your pocket. 

“Leon. Leon Kennedy,” he grunts, clenching his waist.

You type it out in your notes as well as a text message just to be on the safe side and lock your phone again. Unbolting the heavy door, you pull it open, gun at your side. 

He glances down at the weapon and back up to you, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth before pain pinches his expression. 

“Promise I don’t bite.”

You gesture forward and he takes a staggering step before pausing. 

“Are you coming in or what?”

He grimaces and takes another halting step, “Yeah, just hurts to move.”

You shift on your feet, debating with yourself before setting the gun down and stepping forward. 

“I’ll help you,” you murmur, taking his other arm and placing it over your shoulders. 

You angle him in the doorway first and help him hobble over to a chair near the fire. 

“Thank you,” he breathes out a sigh of relief before groaning, “cut me pretty deep.”

You walk over to pick up the gun and move it back to the safe. Making your way to the bathroom, you pull the first aid pack from under the sink and walk over to your impromptu guest. 

“Can you take your shirt off?”

“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first,” he jokes, but stiffly slips his shirt over his head. 

You smile sardonically and snap open the bag, “I usually don’t harbor strange men on my days off, so I guess I don’t quite know the protocol.”

He laughs but it ends in another pained groan, hand pressing against the clawed marks across his ribs. 

“Shit, that might need stitches,” you frown, pulling out the disinfectant. 

Once you clean off the area, you notice it’s not as deep as you thought.

“Luckily we didn’t need to use the quick clot,” you smear antibacterial ointment over the wounds and pull out the gauze. 

He hums but doesn’t say anything; his blue eyes haven’t moved from your face the entire time you’ve been ‘doctoring’ him. 

“Thank you for this, I really thought I was gonna be wandering the woods for hours,” he finally speaks as you tape a bandage across his ribs and wrap it with the gauze (to be on the safe side you murmur to him). 

“Well, tomorrow, we can ride the ATV down and call a friend or the local ranger since you were attacked by an animal,” you zip up the first aid kit and grab all the rubbish to toss in the trash. 

He nods, “Okay.”

“You’ll be sleeping on the couch,” you point to the old upholstered couch in question, “it’s not big but it’s better than the floor.”

His eyes flick from the couch back to you, “I appreciate it. Better than being outside, ya know.”

He quirks a smile at his own words and you give a tight one in response. 

Sitting down in the chair across from him, you give him a quick once over, “Are you okay though? Like I’m not doctor, but I can help you down the mountain to my car if you really need one.”

He shakes his head, a softer smile pulling at his lips, “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“What happened?”

“I have a place out here and decided to go for a walk and an asshole jumped out of the bushes and nicked my ribs, knocked me down. I got a little disoriented and wound up over here. I could hear it following me up until I reached your porch.”

You rub your arms and gaze over to the front door, “Did you see what it was?”

“Some kinda wolf I think,” his brows furrow as he thinks back, “big for a wolf though.”

His expression clears as he looks back at you, “You live here?”

Shaking your head, you drop his gaze to look into the fireplace, “No, just a weekend getaway. Shitty job and even shittier neighbors getting on my nerves, so here I am.”

He laughs, “You don’t love your job?”

“No, not really,” a small smile crosses your face turning back to him, “does anyone?”

Leon shrugs before hissing from jostling the wound, “Mine’s not so bad. I work security.”

“Ahh, any place I know?” 

He shakes his head, “It’s local.”

You hum in reply and glance at your watch. 

“Well, I’m going to head to bed,” you stand and make your way back to the gun safe, pulling out the rifle again, “not to be rude, but I don’t know you from Adam so if you need to get my attention, I highly stress knocking and waiting for me to reply.”

His gaze doesn’t move from your face, “Read you loud and clear, miss.”

“Bathrooms through there, kitchen is there,” you point at each in turn, but with the open floor plan it would be hard for Leon to miss any of this, “I’ll probably wake up pretty early and make coffee. Then we’ll head down, okay?”

He nods along with you, “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

You walk over to the bedroom and right before the door snaps shut, Leon calls out to you. 

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight,” you parrot, giving one last look to the stranger now sitting on your couch. 

His eyes seem to reflect the firelight making you shiver. In a blink, everything seems normal making you think you only imagined it. Closing the door all the way, you slide the lock in place and crawl into bed, leaning the rifle next to your nightstand. 

He says he lives nearby but you’ve been coming to this cabin for most of your life and have never heard of any neighbors. It’s one of the reasons why your parents bought this place, the seclusion of not having anyone around for miles. He’s just really suspicious to you, even if he is cute. 

You eventually drift off, eyes trained on the door until they’re slipping shut. A loud jarring sound from the living room wakes you with a jerk. Raising up your hand hovers over your gun. A loud muffled curse makes you deflate a little. Leaving your warm bed, you unlock and open your bedroom door a crack to see Leon kneeling over the chair he must’ve ran into. 

“You okay?” You call out making him jump, head jerking around to the sound of your voice. 

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “I sorta tripped. Sorry to wake you up.”

You shrug and step out, making your way over to the kitchen, “Shit happens.”

Leon watches you as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“You seem really interesting,” he tosses out as you drink your water, “it’s kinda refreshing.”

“No offense Leon, but this is super weird for me,” you blatantly state, squinting at him, “in all my time being up here, I’ve never run into anyone else.”

“I was attacked,” he gestures to his ribs, “and I walked around for a while before finding you. It’s not like I was hiding out for you.”

He laughs suggesting it’s a joke, but there’s a ring of truth to his words that makes your hair stand on end. You eye the block of knives to your left. 

Once he realizes you’re not laughing, he tapers off, a queer little smile tugging at his lips. 

“I think I’ve spooked you,” he sighs, placing his chin in his palm as it rests against the chair, “didn’t mean to, miss.”

Using the excuse of sitting your bottle down on the counter, you side step closer to the knives. 

A grin stretches wide across his face, “Those won’t do you any good.”

Your fingernails dig into the soft meat of your palms as you level a flat look at the man in front of you. 

“And why not, Leon?”

He tilts his head, fringe shifting until only one blue eye can be seen, “Because they’re not sharp enough, silly.”

By the time your fingers wrap around the handle of a butcher’s knife, four sharp claws are wrapped around your neck, thumb digging into your jaw to tilt your head up. Your brain stutters, trying to comprehend what you’re even looking at now. 

He’s monstrous, blocking out the light completely, his body towering above your frame by a couple of feet, not including the curled ram horns protruding from his head. From what little you can see, you’re grateful for the dark. He chuckles a low warbling sound that has your heart rate kicking into overdrive. 

“You’re very interesting,” you feel a cold press of something hard and smooth against your ear, “think I’ll keep you for myself.”

He drags you closer to the fire and you catch a flash of an animal skull in place of a face before he turns away and in a blink he looks human as he did earlier tonight. 

He smiles at you, “Gotta remember not to scare you too much.”

With all the insanity that has taken place in the last few minutes, you find yourself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.

“You weren’t even hurt, you asshole. Made me waste my first aid gauze.”

Surprise crosses Leon’s features before he’s smiling again, too wide to be human. You can see his pupils are slitted now, like a cat’s.  

“Yes, very interesting,” he chuckles, facing off against you and blocking any access to the bedroom (and your gun), “and you’re right.”

Under his breath you catch the words, “fucking Chris.”

You purse your lips, “If I go missing, they’re going to come looking for me. They’ll know your name.”

He sits you down on the couch taking a seat next to you. Leon’s excited by your words, eagerly leaning into your space. 

“You’re just full of surprises,” his teeth are longer now, needle sharp as he speaks, “and so clever. I like you already. I don’t plan on killing you.”

You snort, “Sure, and all of those locals just fell down and hurt themselves to death?”

He laughs, a sharp bright sound that makes your chest flutter.

“Oh, well they had it coming to them. Needed to eat,” his eyes reflect in the low light, “you’re such fun.”

He leans forward and breathes in causing goosebumps to race down your arms, “You make me want things. Things I haven’t thought of in a long, long time.”

Confusion pinches your brows together, “How old are you? Wait, is Leon even your real name?”

“You ask such silly questions,” he pouts, “and yes, it is. Why? Think I should have something like Cthulhu?”

You huff a laugh at how offended he sounds but bite down the smile as soon as Leon lights up from your amusement. 

“You’re a tough cookie to crack,” he presses more into your space making your skin prickle, “think I know a way to get you to like me.”

He pulls back and tugs his shirt off and with a small flex of his arms, rips the clothing in half. You can’t help but stare at him. When you patched him up hours ago, you had a fleeting appreciation of his body and now it flares back up as your eyes trace his pecs down to the happy trail disappearing under the band of his jeans. 

After tearing the shirt again, he wraps a torn piece around your wrists and ties it off. You try twisting your arms, but it does nothing except pinch the skin. Embarrassingly, your clit pulses at the feeling of being tied up like this. 

Next, Leon strips you both down quickly; his eyes hungrily raking down your nude body as he removes each piece of clothing.  Feeling self conscious, even in front of a monster, you shift your arms to cover yourself. He grabs your biceps, blue cat eyes flashing with heat, and yanks them back up. 

“Let me have my fill,” he gnashes his teeth, sharp points drawing your eye, “look at how soft you are, all that lovely unmarked skin…”

His voice trails off as he runs his hands down your arms to your breasts. 

“Sweet little nipples that need sucked…”

You shiver as he tweaks your nipples until they’re stiff and sensitive. He runs his hands over your soft stomach and hips. One hand grips the fat of your waist and the other teasingly rubs across your mound. 

“And a fat wet pussy that needs licked.” 

You shudder at those words, thighs subconsciously parting for him as he grins wickedly into your eyes. 

“Yeah that’s what she needs, huh? A sexy cunt that just needs to be stuffed full with a big fat cock.”

A whine slips past your lips and you go hot all over with embarrassment, toes curling against the soft rug. 

“S-shut up, fucking perv.”

He laughs, a distorted chime that reminds you of a bell, and leans forward to nose against your jaw, kissing your cheek. 

“Mmm, I’ll enjoy every second of this. You’re so feisty,” he kisses down to your neck, “which means this pussy is gonna taste so good. Especially when you cum.”

You glare at him but can’t stop the slick leaking down your thighs from his words and touches. It’s your darkest fantasy come true; you’ve gotten off to the thought of someone forcing themselves on you more than you’d like to admit. And now this weird creature is going to have his wicked way with you; it makes your pussy thrum in anticipation. 

His hands distort into claws in front of your eyes; the fingers are multi jointed in the strangest of ways, skin discolored and skeletal with nails long and sharp, digging into your waist roughly making you suck in a breath. His teeth and eyes are still abnormal, but so far that’s the extent. 

“What are you?” you murmur, eyes wide as they move back down to his strange hands. 

He shrugs easily, “I’m me,” grinning mischievously he presses on, “wanna see something?”

Before you can say anything he sticks out his pink tongue. It unfurls from his mouth, long and thick with a rough bumpy texture. He laughs and pulls it back into his mouth. 

“Gonna show you how fun it can be,” he kneels down in the floor, between your parted thighs, “god, you smell fucking fantastic.”

He drools a line of spit down onto the hood of your clit making your cunt throb with arousal. 

“Yeah, you may say you don’t like it, but look how fucking messy this pussy is,” he sighs happily, laying his head onto your thigh to gaze up at you, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, little human.”

He kisses your cunt sweetly making your hips jump up. 

“So sensitive,” he growls, eyes luminous as he glances back up to your face, “gonna enjoy this.”

He buries his face into your pussy, slurping and groaning as he licks into your hole. 

“Such a fat pussy,” he grunts, mouth moving up to suckle your clit, “fat little pussy that’s gonna cum all over my tongue.”

You whimper, hooking your legs over his shoulders making him laugh at you. 

“You like that? Like that I wanna eat this sweet pussy until you’re creaming my face?”

“Fuck,” you moan, head tossed back as he dives back into licking and kissing your pussy. 

It should gross you out, turn you off, anything, other than wanting to have this monster eat you out. You blame it on your brain just giving into the craziness that’s happening. Hell, maybe you’ll wake up and this will all have been some kind of fever dream. 

You grind against his mouth and his thick rough tongue fucks up into your clenching hole, fluttering against your walls and stretching your cunt wide like a cock would. Reaching down, your fingers grip into his hair, using it as an anchor as you hump down onto his tongue. 

With a rumbling purr deep within his chest, you feel his hair shift as his horns grow out of his skull. Hesitantly, you move from his silky hair to the rough texture of his horns. You gently wrap your fingers around the base and he humps the air. 

“Grip’em,” he murmurs, eyes bright, sharp teeth nipping the meat of your thigh, “think we’ll both like it.” 

A shuddering whine leaves your lips as you grasp his horns and rock against his greedy mouth. He groans, the vibration thrumming through your cunt making more slick ooze from your hole. He pulls away to lick a broad stripe up your cunt, bumpy tongue lapping slowly at your clit making your thighs shake. 

With a rumbling growl, he buries his face into your pussy lips, tongue pressing into your drippy hole. You shift your wrists as the binding bites into your skin while you grip his horns. He purrs and rubs his head back and forth so his nose rolls across your swollen clit. Whining softly, you buck upward, grinding yourself against his mouth. 

More slick oozes from your cunt and he slips his tongue into your pulsing walls before licking his way up to your pudgy clit. Leon bites your pussy lips, sucking the skin roughly before letting go. He kisses the hood of your clit and across your mound before biting down on where your cunt meets your thigh. 

Letting go, he moves back to running his bumpy tongue through your slick folds. You arch off the couch and into his warm rough mouth as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt until you’re crying out. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you pant, tugging his horns before grasping his hair. 

He hums and sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue licking over the swollen bud as you moan softly. Right on the brink, he pulls his mouth away, sticky strings of saliva connecting to your pussy lips as he denies you your orgasm. 

You narrow your eyes at him as he pulls away, his slitted pupils expanded as they move up from your glistening cunt to your pinched expression. 

He grins and the sharp teeth make your clit throb.  Gripping your arms, he slips your hands over his head to wrap around his neck. Moving up your body, he kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth greedily. You whimper to taste yourself on his lips. 

His claws slide down your ribs making your breath stutter, exhaling a gasp as they wrap around your waist. 

“So soft,” he murmurs, “just wanna sink my claws in you over and over.”

He slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, standing to his full height where your head nearly brushes the roof of the cabin. Turning, he sits down on the couch with you in his lap.  

“You seem rather human,” you mutter, eyes taking in his body as you straddle his waist, legs tucked on the outside of his thighs. 

“Easier to enjoy a soft thing like you when I’m like this,” he laughs, clawed hands digging into the meat of your hips.

“It’s just surprising,” you shrug, arms still tied around his neck. 

His eyes gleam white before settling back into their usual blue; he shifts on the couch before a smooth cat like tail slips from behind his body to wrap around your waist. 

“Better?” A smug look crosses his face. 

You hold back the laugh bubbling at the base of your throat; maybe you’ve lost your mind, maybe this is some weird hallucination brought on by whatever you ate, but a monster trying to impress you before fucking your brains out is something you never would have dreamt in your wildest fantasies. 

“What about your face earlier?”

He rolls his eyes, “That’s so boring. Don’t you wanna see if I have two cocks or something?”

This time you do laugh, a small sound that you quickly stifle under his gaze. He jostles you as he pulls you down onto his bulge making your breath hitch from the sheer size of him. 

“The answer is yes by the way,” his grin widens at the same time as your eyes do, tail tightening around your middle in excitement. 

Burying his face in your neck, he mutters, “You seriously smell so good.”

His fingers move down and tease across your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips to drag slick up from your hole all around your bud. He lets go to remove his pants (which you’re not even sure how they’re still on), having you raise up on your knees as he shoves them down and off. 

Once you settle back down on his lap one of his dripping cocks is sandwiched between your pussy lips and the other presses against the front of your mound, uncut head smearing precum on your abdomen, making you clench around nothing. From the looks of this one, both are thick and long, definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before. 

“Eyes are up here,” his snarky tone pulls your attention back up to his face. 

You shake your head, “How—“

“One at a time, silly,” he nips your neck, “then once you’re stretched enough, we can try both.”

His voice drops a lower octave, “But you’ve also got two holes that we can try out, too.”

Your eyes flutter as your cunt oozes slick all over his cock making him laugh.

“You’re really interesting,” he sloppily kisses your neck, “never had someone so excited before. Usually have to rape their little cunts in their sleep.”

You whimper and he raises up to smirk at you. 

“Were you hoping for the same thing? Mmm, all half asleep as I stuff that pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “too tired and weak to push me off as I rape this tiny hole til I’m pulling out and covering you with cum.”

You grind down against his cocks as your nails digs into the back of his neck making him smile into the feeling. 

“You’re such fun,” he tilts his head, eyes glittering, “just for that I’ll give you a little treat.”

Your mouth drops open in shock as he changes between one blink to the next; his entire face morphs to that of a smooth animal skull, bright eyes flaring from the empty eye sockets. He bares his teeth at you in what you hope is a smile. 

“Ta da!” His voice comes out distorted and echoey, octave low and strange. 

A high keen slips past your lips as he eases the head of one of his cocks into your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he praises, “god, ‘m so lucky to get a little freak like you.”

You want to argue against him, but it’s hard when this monster is slowly sinking his fat dick into your spasming hole, stretching you out so good. 

He pauses when he’s only halfway inside, holding you still with his huge hands until you’re squirming. 

“Please,” you whisper, frustration making tears bead your lash line. 

“Awww,” he coos at you, “since you’ve been so good, I guess you can have it all.”

And with that, he drops you down on his lap like a stone, cock bullying all the way into your cunt until the fat tip is bruising your cervix making you wail. 

“Too rough?” He smirks. 

You nod and slump against his chest. 

“Must like it,” he mocks, “this pussy is gripping me so tight, don’t know if I can pull out.”

You shudder and drool on his pecs as his cock kicks inside your overly full pussy. His other cock drips precum all over your lower abdomen from where it’s sandwiched between you two. 

“Untie me,” you’re able to slur out, slowly tugging your arms over his head. 

He squints at you (or the skull seems to insinuate squinting) and uses a claw to slice through the tattered shirt binding your wrists. 

Sighing, you rotate your hands before placing them on his chest and dragging them down. You watch as his muscles jump and twitch under your smooth palms. Finally, you cup the base of his other cock and slowly pull down the foreskin. You drool a line of spit down onto the head and precum blurts from the tip of his dick.

He snarls and pulls out only to roughly fuck back into your pussy. Whimpering, you’re only able to loosely grip his second cock as he jackhammers into your soaked cunt. 

“Sensitive, huh,” you murmur, eyes half lidded as they gaze up into his skull face. 

He whines at your words, grinding his tip hard against your cervix making your eyes roll back, “Been so long since a pretty thing wanted to play with me.”

Your hands grip his cock and begin to jerk him off firmly, spitting down on his tip to make it wet and messy. 

His tail, which you forgot about, slips lower down on your waist and lightly teases across your clit. 

“Oh,” your eyes move from his slackened jaw down to watch his soft tail slowly tap and rub across your swollen clit. 

Your cunt squeezes around his cock rhythmically as he teases your bundle of nerves until you’re rocking against him. His claws let go of your hips to wrap around your thighs, spreading you open until he can see his cock pounding into your drippy hole.  

His tail helps you lean back some so he can leverage his hips into rolling thrusts up into your pussy. Your hands shakily keep stroking his other cock,completely  covered in spit and precum. 

His tail smacks across your clit and your orgasm hits you hard. Your toes curl and spine arches as your cunt clenches down on his thick cock like a vice, milking him until it must hurt but he only groans in pleasure. Your hands go slack and he grabs them to toss over his broad shoulders. 

He presses his mouth right against your ear, low baritone making your cunt spasm and clench around his fat cock. 

“Gotta pull out, little human,” he chuckles when you whine, “mmm, I’ve got to cause if I cum in you, we’ll be mated. And you wouldn’t want that, would ya?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to pierce his skin and he purrs, “Unless you want me to fill up this sexy little pussy and keep you forever.”

You bounce what little you can down onto his dick, hands moving up to his horns to grab onto them. Feeling cockdrunk and unhinged, you swivel your hips to fuck him harder, wanting everything he has to give.

“Wanna feel it,” you sigh as he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, “fill me up, Leon.”

He growls, a loud inhuman sound that makes your skin crawl and a bolt of fear spike through the arousal. Instead of letting go, you grind down even harder, pussy feeling sore and sensitive. 

“You want me to cum inside you?” He sounds pained and when he tilts back up his skull face has morphed into the one he wore earlier that night.

“Uh huh,” you pant and bring up one of your hands to cradle his jaw, hips swiveling down to prevent him from pulling out, “or are you all talk?”

In a flash, he has your back on the couch as he pins you down in a mating press, legs pressed open wide by his clawed hands. 

He snaps his teeth in your face, “You don’t even know what it means to be bred, do you? I’ll have this fat cunt stuffed so full you’re dripping my seed for days. You’ll beg for it constantly, needing me to breed your cute little hole cause you feel so empty.”

You whine, hands coming up to wrap around his horns again, “Promise?”

He growls low in his throat and smashes your mouths together, his sharp teeth  cutting your bottom lip so the taste of blood flavors your kisses. 

“Promise,” he mutters against your mouth before licking up the blood tinging your lips. 

“Gonna mate you all the time,” he mumbles against you as he pistons his hips deep into your swollen pussy, “have you cumming on my cock until you can’t even think anymore.”

You moan and pull him back in for more sloppy kisses, “Please, please, Leon, cum in my pussy.”

His second cock’s weeping so much precum, your stomach is a sticky mess, but it just makes you squeeze down on the cock inside you even more. Leon has flipped some switch in your brain because you feel like you’ll die if he doesn’t spill inside you.

“You promised me both,” you pout, tears clinging to your lashes as his cock presses into your cervix, “promised to stuff me with both.”

He groans brokenly, hips shuddering as he bucks into you one last time, spilling his thick load deep into your cunt at the same time his other cock spurts rope after rope of hot thick cum all over your body, jizz shooting all the up to your chin. 

He groans like an animal you’ve never heard of as he dumps load after load into your pussy until it’s spilling out around his fat cock. 

“Mated,” he sounds happy as he sinks his teeth into your neck making you scream out.

He pulls back with bloody teeth and that’s the last thing you see before passing out. 

~*~*~*~

The warm slant of sunlight from the bedroom window shines into your eyes and you roll over with a grumble. You raise up quickly once you remembered where you were, only to see Leon lounging on the bed next to you eating a bowl of cereal as he watches the small portable tv on the dresser. 

“These movies are so dumb,” he scoffs, digging into your Count Chocula cereal, “they always go overboard on the transformations.” 

Your bleary eyes squint at the small screen and see what looks to be The Thing and you frown at him. Pushing yourself up, you slump against his side, body feeling overly sore (the same as your sensitive cunt). 

“That better not be the last of it,” you mumble against his arm, making him turn his bright eyes over to you. 

“No, but good morning, little mate,” he purrs, setting the bowl down on your nightstand so he can roll over on top of you to pin you down to the bed. 

You whimper and arch up into the soft kisses he presses against your neck. The blanket slips down to his waist as he grinds his cocks against your needy pussy. He eases the head of one of them inside your hole, making you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Gotta fill you up again,” he chuckles, “sucking me in like I didn’t spend all night pounding this little pussy.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails scratching red lines down his back and making his hips thrust into you. 

He fucks you slow and soft, rutting into your pussy as his other cock is sandwiched between your thighs. 

“Perfect,” he sighs happily, “can’t wait to give you both.”

Eyes fluttering, you moan and pull him down fully on top of you, his heavy weight squishing you into the mattress. He growls and snaps his hips harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you clench down on him. 

“First pussy I’ve ever got to creampie,” he coos against your ear, “so taboo to mate a human, but damn if I don’t love fucking this tight cunt. S’all mine now, I own this tight little pussy.”

His words wring your first orgasm of the day from your sore body, pussy walls fluttering as you cum around his fat cock. He moans low in his throat, hips rabbiting harder against you as he chases his own climax. 

His blunted human teeth bite down on your neck as he buries his cock as deep as he can in your pussy, pumping his load right against your cervix as his other cock spills wet and hot between your legs. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clit pulsing as he stuffs you to the brim and paints your thighs white with his thick cum.  

He pulls away with a grunt and snuggles into your side. With a soft giggle, he nuzzles against the bite mark he left on your shoulder. 

“Can’t wait to show you off. Chris is gonna eat shit,” he crows in your ear before kissing your jaw. 

“Chris?” you tiredly ask, twisting to look at the top of Leon’s head. 

“Yeah he’s the asshole who scratched up my ribs. He’s a part of what you humans would call my pack,” he leans up to kiss you on the lips, “don’t worry, I’ll introduce you after you’re settled in.”

“What?” You frown. 

“I’ve got a place not too far from here,” he gushes, eyes shining excitedly, “you’re gonna love it. It overlooks the river and everything.”

“You have a house?” Your brain feels like it’s lagging behind. 

“Of course, silly,” he kisses your neck again, “you’ll come live with me. I’ll take care of you, never have to worry about a thing.”

“Quit my job and just move out here?”

“It’s not like you liked it anyway,” he rolls his eyes before climbing on top of you, pinning you down again. 

His cocks rub against your cunt making you whimper. 

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he murmurs before kissing you, strange tongue licking into your mouth. 

Whining, you suck on the thick muscle as he rocks against you, cunt oozing creamy slick and cum all over your thighs. 

“Keep you forever,” he groans, pulling back to prop his weight on his forearms, “got me addicted to this little human pussy already. Definitely not letting you go.”

A high pitched moan slips from your lips as he slips the head of both of his cocks into your cunt. 

“Mmm, can’t fit quite yet but we’ll get there,” he laughs, “let me just slip the tips in for now.”

Your thighs tremble as he rocks the first few inches of each cock into your used cunt. He relaxes on top of you, letting your pussy cockwarm his dicks as he bites and kisses at your neck. He moves up to kiss you, all wet and messy, making you whimper and cling to him. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re rocking against him, slowly fucking the heads of his cocks in and out of your stretched pussy.  He sighs and purrs into your kisses as he tongue fucks your mouth. You can feel as his teeth change against your lips, sharp points digging into the sensitive skin. 

He works you for what feels like hours, just slowly sinking inch by inch into your spasming hole. His precum and your slick have soaked your thighs all the way to the bedspread underneath. It’s a wet mess between your thighs, but all you can feel is the pleasurable pain of being too full. 

“Never had someone take both like this,” he rumbles happily, nosing against your jaw, “god, what a perfect fucking pussy. You’re taking me in so well, such a good fucking girl.”

You hiccup a whine at the praise, walls fluttering against the stretch of his dicks. 

“Yeah? Like being my good girl,” he nips at your earlobe, “you’re the best I’ve ever had, so fucking lucky. Can’t believe I own a slut who likes being DP’d.”

Your nails dig harshly into his back as your toes curl, his words making you burn hot all over. 

“Like that?” He mocks, “like that I own you and your pretty pussy?”

His tail slips between your bodies to spank your clit making you cry out and  rock against him harder. 

“Leon,” you slur out, tears slipping from your eyes due to overstimulation.

With a groan, he buries both cocks to the hilt inside of your clenching heat. Your pussy feels stretched to the limit, overwhelmed by the sheer size of both of his dicks. You gasp and mewl, feeling like you can’t breathe from being stuffed so full. 

“Shh, shhh, I’ve got you,” he kisses your cheek, “taking me so well. Tight little cunt just made for me, huh?”

Not able to think, you just babble out nonsensical words, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. It’s not going to take much to make you cum. 

“Aww did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs, “wet little pussy just can’t handle me can she?”

His tail smacks across your pudgy clit and your orgasm slams into you, making you squirt around his cocks, too spread open to clamp down as tight as usual. 

“Oh fuck me,” he hisses, grinding himself deeper, making you wail as you continue to gush around him. 

“Got your cute little pussy to squirt,” he moans excitedly, “fuck, that’s so hot.”

He growls and you watch as his eyes shine before his body shifts into that monstrous form you saw last night. He’s huge, caging you in with his skeletal and strangely jointed body. You whimper and move your hands up from digging into his shoulders to the horns coming out of the skull he’s wearing now. 

He pulls out only to bully his fat cocks back into your well used pussy. Eyes rolling back at the pleasure he’s wringing from your body, you moan and grip his horns tighter making him buck harder into you. A few more thrusts and you’re cumming again with a weak cry, pussy walls fluttering and milking Leon’s dicks. 

“My mate,” his distorted voice rumbles, hips fucking roughly into your spasming hole, “gonna breed your little pussy, fill you up with my hot cum.”

All you can do is mewl and whimper underneath his body, feeling as he fucks harder and harder into your cunt until he’s finally burying himself all the way inside. His tips knock and rub against your cervix which set off fireworks behind your eyes as you cum one last time. 

Hot thick spurts of cum shoot out and quickly stuff your pussy full. Your abdomen looks bloated from how much Leon’s pumping inside your body. He’s snarling against your neck as he humps your pussy, dumping load after load into you until it’s dripping out around his balls. 

You must black out cause the next thing you know, you’re leaning against Leon’s chest in the bath. Whimpering, you weakly grasp onto the hand he has trailing across your stomach. 

“Finally awake,” he chuffs against your hair, “how do you feel?”

“Sore,” you croak out, throat feeling scratchy. 

One of his hands clasps yours while the other slides across your hip to your swollen pussy. 

“Leon,” you whine, “I can’t.”

“Shhh,” he kisses the side of your head, “let me make you feel good, my perfect little mate.”

His fingers quickly tease and rub across your sensitive clit until you’re rocking your hips up with the motion. 

“There we go, good girl,” he sighs, “let me play with that cute pussy. Feels so good to have my fingers on your little clit, huh?”

“Mm hmm,” you arch back into his chest, thighs parted until they’re touching the sides of the bathtub. 

“Want me to slip inside? Want my cocks to stuff you full of cum again?”

Your body feels molten with the arousal pounding through your veins. He shifts and both cocks are pressed against your cunt between your thighs. 

“‘M always so hard around you,” he whines in your ear, “you smell too fucking good, wanna eat you up.”

You shudder as his sharp teeth press against your neck, fingers dipping into your cunt to trail back up and smear slick across your pudgy clit. 

“Come on, I know you can cum for me,” he kisses your neck softly. 

In next to no time, your thighs shake as an orgasm crests and sweeps through your tired body, making you tense all over before going totally limp against Leon’s body. 

“Good girl,” he purrs against your back, hands rubbing at your waist, “can’t wait to take you home.”

Humming, you relax, letting the warm bath lull you into a sleepy state. Leon goes off on a tangent about introducing you to everyone as soon as possible as well as moving you into his house. While you listen to him talk about your new home, you think to yourself that being mated to a monster like Leon isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

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[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Round 5 Match 3

Propaganda:

Haru -

"Haruka, ever since seeing a waterfall as a child, has had an extremely autistic fondness towards water. Enough so, that early on in the days of the fandom, we joked he was watersexual. He does indeed almost see all water as a person, and personification of things is common in autism. He constantly talks about how the water feels and what it feels like to swim in water, something that could be sensory for him. He also doesn’t like being constricted in how he expresses his love for water and even has something of a breakdown during the second season (eternal summer) at having to finally choose to become a professional swimmer or to keep swimming freely in the water he loves so much. Haruka is also very expressionless and somewhat monotone and has been that way since he was a child. His close friends are shocked to see him loudly laugh at one point due to being tickled. He very much masks his emotions, which during season 2 becomes a point of contention from his close friends as he won’t tell them what’s wrong. As I somewhat mentioned before, he doesn’t like change and does not adapt to it very well at all and the main problems for his character for much of the series is that he has trouble confronting change and accepting it and learning to live with it. Anywho, he’s a great character, in my opinion, and deserves to make it far in this tournament. Thank you for reading."

Saiki -

"He's essentially nonverbal (either doesn't talk at all or uses telepathy to beam words into people's head), practices making certain facial expressions in the mirror, hates crowded places (all the people's thoughts overwhelm and overstimulate him), exclusively enjoys eating coffee jelly (other sweets are good too) ((safe food)), feels alienated from society, and pure, primal instinct. got that autism swag."

[skreebs]

Happy “Tetchou got 2-3 seconds of screen time” day!!

Anyway Jouno has ADHD and heres a longass rant on why I think that

(Obviously this is a headcanon but hear me out!!!!!)

Almost every time we see Jouno he is always doing something with his hands wether this be gesturing, holding something, or fidgeting with an object (example: when he was peeling a pear in Kunikida’s cell thing) and in the same scene we also see Jouno apparently unable to sit still in his seat in the manga due to him repeatedly crossing and uncrossing his legs in his chair

Another reason I think this is because of possible time blindness. When we first see Jouno show up to the Hunting Dogs group thing where they smash into the ground, Fukuchi comments on Jouno arriving before him. This is because he had to go arrest Dazai so obviously he’s “here” in Yokohama early, but also this kind of makes me think he was just standing there waiting for a while. I’m likely reading too deep into it, but Fukuchi probably wouldn’t say that Jouno had gotten here before him when he knew that’d clearly be the case. In my mind it reads as Jouno arrived at the meeting spot early. How Fukuchi would know this? No clue! But also he’s Fukuchi so he probably knows everything.

(I hate tumblr formatting)

Another reason I have would be RSD (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria)

This one is definitely reaching a little bit but bare with me.

I think Jouno experiences RSD, not in the way of “oh I hate myself I messed up on something” but instead in the way of “shut the fuck up you dont know what youre talking about dont criticize me.” Which is honestly how I experience it sometimes as well LMAO but he does seem very focused on the fact of personally being the best Hunting Dog and appears to take quite a bit of offense whenever Tetchou reprimands him for his behaviour.

Last reason I can squeeze out before my brain turns into goo is overstimulation. Jouno is known very heavily for his heightened senses and people with ADHD are very prone to overstimulation. It would make a lot of sense for something like this to happen to Jouno. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to openly show this at work or have a breakdown at work (if he did he would likely go to a secluded area to calm down) but its very likely that he’s experienced many overstimulated breakdowns or shut downs during his life once his senses became so insane.

I could go on about this for hours but now I have to tag all of this and pass the hell out. Unsurprisingly my own time blindness has gotten the better of me (I started this at 2 am and it is currently 5 am)

DO I EVEN NEED THIS MANY TAGS IDK HOW THIS WORKS

[differentalpacafestival]

Life Fucking Sucks

Today's breakdown. I'm not sure if it's a meltdown as I still don't understand what a meltdown entails, but I cried. A lot.

It started yesterday when I got up. I'm not studying, and I'm unemployed due to my disabilities, one of which being autism.

So I didn't get up until noon, coinsidentally after my mom went to take a nap. She didn't get up until 4pm (which is a normal lenght nap for her, being almost 60 and disabled), and said her niece was talking about calling. She said it wasn't a guarantee, and she had to eat and properly wake up before doing anything anyway. I asked her if she wanted to go to an all-purpose store, I think it could compare to Target just smaller; Rusta. Then my cousin called, and they didn't hang up until around 7pm, about two hours before closing. Now, we live about half hour away from the closest store, and we like to just stroll and look at everything when in a store like Rusta since they have so many different things. So we decided that we would wait until today.

Que today. About an (two now, I'm just proof-reading) hour ago, actually. Me being my empathetic, autistic self, I've cared for a house fly that got stuck in glue these last two days, and today, she was gone. I don't know if she's dead, but she liked to roam around and hide, and after looking where I left her yesterday, she wasn't there. So this made me a little upset because she had so much personality, and due to the glue, she couldn't fly anymore. Her wings got folded and I couldn't fix them, which is why I cared for her in the first place. Anyhow, when I went to the bathroom, I saw my first pet fly whom I thought to be dead for like two weeks now, so I felt a little better seeing her still alive. You see, she, too, has an injury where her right wing looks to be broken at the joint - it sticks out instead of along her body. This makes her easily recognizable, plus she is also very affectionate (I don't know, nor care if this is even possible, but she was stuck to my hand for an entire day, even when I moved and ate.)

Then my mom asked if I could try to get ready to go by 4pm; half an hour. 3:45 we were ready, so my mom called to my brother (who also isn't studying and currently unemployed) that we were leaving. This POS decided he wanted to tag along. He is the typical stereotype of a gamer; Headset hair, up all night playing online, yelling into the microphone, and rarely gets out of his room. As if this wasn't enough, the two of them went to the store two days ago, so I had absolutely no reason to expect him joining. This wouldn't necessarily be an issue if we didn't have an insanely small car for a 6"3 dude and two overweight people - Hyundai i20 2012. I also need music at least one way (to or from,) to which my brother detests with his whole being as he is overstimulated by music. Now, you might think to yourself "Why don't you just wear a headset or earplugs?" - Because they overstimulate me. The only way for all of us to be comfortable, is if me and my brother isn't in the car at the same time. So when he said he was also coming, I broke. Well, actually, first I panicked, frantically looked for earplugs to no avail, then I broke. I went back out to grab my things from the car and told them I couldn't handle the entire drive without music so I was staying home. My mom followed me back inside and asked if I couldn't just use her earplugs - ew - and I explained to her that I just can't bring myself to. It's so hard to try to explain sensory overload and the need for a plan, even if I can't control everything, to someone who doesn't work the same way. The problem, I told her, is that I was prepared for just the two of us; I wanted it to be just the two of us. We have a very sarcastic relationship, calling each other bitch and whatnot, so when I back out all of a sudden - especially when the whole reason any of us were going in the first place, was because I wanted to - while crying, and being honest, she knows it's serious. So she suggested that we leave tomorrow instead, just the two of us, because she is expecting a package that needs to be picked up. With that, they left, and I sat here crying non stop for an hour before I figured it might help to write it down. Now every time I look at the clock in the living room, I cry knowing I couldv'e been at Rusta, or singing with my mom in the car to Queen.

I want to blame this on my brother since he knows I need music and still decided to join; but I know he also has autism, even though he's not diagnosed (I am, and our primary doctor suggested he might benefit from seeing a specialist too, but bro is too worried people will then treat him the way he has treated other autistics, so he refuses) and therefore also has his sensory needs. I have no idea, still, why he acted to impulsively.

I've stopped crying and calmed down, but I'm still not okay. This completely ruined my day, and I suspect the shit from earlier this year is also catching up and attacked when I was at my weakest.

My aunt died in May from years of treatment and chemo for cancer, was given her terminal date and beat that by another month or so

My dad's cousin's husband (whom I truly look at as my uncle) also got diagnosed recently with cancer and doctors say he'll be lucky to make it to the end of the year. He was in horrible shape for three months before a doctor took him seriously (he also hid his pain extremely well) and then discovered a cancer in his lymph nodes that had severely progressed and could no longer be safely operated on.

My best friend's house was put to foreclosure as both her parents fucking suck at financials, and her dad is literally over 5 million in debt and proceeded to fucking burn the letter sent to his wife warning about this (since she also pays for the house,) causing both of them to get sued for not paying, so my best friend had to loan a million to buy her own house back and is now the sole owner. Her sketchy ass boyfriend also proposed and they're engaged.

My cousin's son was visiting in Spain and got attacked by some scam artists when he refused to bite into their scheme. He has been in and out of the hospital since he got back home in April. Police in Spain, as far as I understood from my mother's rambling, did nothing about the scammers.

My other cousin was wanted for months for multiple crimes including growing weed, car theft, running from police and a possible accomplice to murder, and then fucking decided to move to Spain (thus causing his nephew to get attacked), and posponed selling his house to the tenants living there, talking to at least one other potential buyer who got his contact from his friends; our mutual cousin, and FINALLY deciding to sell to the tenants who had gotten a huge, risky loan just for that. I think that actually started last year, and he, just a month ago, agreed.

On top of all this, my own mental health has been really up and down all year with all this Israel-Gaza shit, and I still grieve from two losses in 2022. I think this was a long time coming, I just needed something to push me over the edge.

Thanks for coming to my TedTalks. Questions are always welcome, and I will see you all in the next episode o7

[thefloatingstone]

Today not only did I get my 2nd ever payment from Daddy G, proving that the first payment was NOT a fluke thanks to one video doing good, but I also got a comment saying "It's criminal that you don't have more views."

So this Youtube thing is going pretty ok, I think!

Although getting actual real world money from youtube still feels a bit like "???? IS THIS ALLOWED???"

[angelanimedesaray]

A Demon’s Promise Part 6:  Through the Demon’s Eyes (NSFW)

AN:  This is...a behemoth...but I also couldn’t find a good place to split it in two, and it felt like it all went together.  So yeah...this is huge.  There’s a bit of smut splashed in there, prepare yourself, but mostly its just.......Pain.  Figures my longest chapter yet would be 16566 words of PAIN.  I’m gonna go finally watch the new episode and put myself in further pain now, okay? Okay.

I ended up listening to “On The Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter on repeat for this one because depressing sad vibes with tiny little flickers of happy.

Characters:  Incubus!Levi, Reader, Demon!Zeke, Various Named and Unnamed Background Characters  (Dr. Hallaway, Dr. Salazar, Dr. Weiss, Crowley, Abaddon, The Infernal Council, etc)

Pairing:  (Eventual?) Levi x Reader

Warnings: THERE IS A LOT!!!  Torture, Extreme Pain and Agony, Injuries (Major and Minor), Blood, Near Death, Death, Murder, Mentions of Past Murder, Threats of Death, Fates Worse Than Death, Invasions of Privacy, You Could Probably Count Some Of This As Stalking Not Investigating, Mentions of Sexual Activities, Descriptions of Sexual Activities (Blowjobs, handjobs, Vaginal, Anal, Oral, Role Play [Sub/Timid Levi], Rough Sex, Bondage, Breeding Kink, Dubious Consent, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Edging, Levi being a bit of a Hoe because of his Incubus nature and that’s how his powers work), Forced Impregnation, Forced Pregnancy, Demon Deals, Ultimatums, Bit of Gaslighting, Child Death, Grief, Loss, Depression, Mentions of Past Character Deaths, Suicidal Thoughts, Near Abortion, Abandonment, Past Abandonment, Self-Hatred, Possible and Vaguely Implied Murder?, GUILT, Fear, Terror, Peril, Mental Breakdowns, Trauma, Flashbacks, Mixed Feelings, Language, Brief Smut

Word Count:  16814

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(Before the First Dream)

*Levi’s POV*

The hellish cuffs on his wrists burned and cut, the cruel metal made to contain even a demon of the highest order.  He couldn't properly walk due to a broken leg that hadn't been given the chance to heal yet, being literally dragged, harshly beaten and bloodied, into the main chamber of the Infernal Court.  Black ichor stained his clothes, a fair share of it his own black blood, some of it the blood of his...not captors. It was more like bounty hunters in this instance.

Despite the heavy injuries he'd sustained in the fight, the cuffs and the broken leg, Levi still struggled against the other demons restraining him, attempting to break free even if he wouldn't get far with that leg of his.

As one of his struggles almost broke him free of their grip, one of the crossroad demons, Zeke, shoved his head forward, forcing him to hunch over and making it easier for the group to drag him further into the room.

"The struggling's pathetic--your just a sex demon.  You'll never match your superiors in strength," Zeke sneered.

That two faced bastard was enjoying this far too much.  Levi knew Zeke skimmed off the top with the demon deals he made for hell, took some of the souls for himself to make himself stronger--not that it was any kind of leverage. The twisted way things worked down here, he'd probably be praised for it, so long as he wasn't withholding too many of the damned souls from Hell.

As Levi was thrown to his knees at the center of the room, Levi was able to raise his head again, giving Zeke a fierce glare, as well as the others that had found, overwhelmed, and dragged him down here.

He wasn't going to admit it, but there was a growing seed of fear in his gut, as well.  Fear of what was going to happen this time, by the way Zeke's eyes seemed to glint in excitement to see this 'trial' go down.

"Levi, Ackerman, as you have requested the last name of your human bearer be applied.  Of the Incubus class of Demon, tasked with the sexual seduction and damnation of human souls, amongst creation since the dark ages, so on and so forth, who gives a damn."  A thick book, the one that was being read from, was slammed shut.  "You've been here enough times we all know the basics."

Levi stayed silent, staring at the red robed figures without faces and echoing voices that filled the room with the scent of death and decay.  The Infernal Court.

"What is it this time?  You're still neglecting your duties, sleeping with humans as you need to extend your life but never the same individual twice, never making any contracts or deals, just one quick hookup to take a few months or years from their life to extend your own and you move on.  You're supposed to be making deals and collecting souls for hell, not drifting around on Earth."

Still no answer, and the voice grew agitated.  "I could bring up the killing of your own kind, but you always have an excuse for that, so I'll keep it in mind but won't bother to ask.  The final straw, most recently, was how you interrupted a group ritual.  Over twenty people, actually doing a summoning ritual correctly in this day and age, and you interrupted it, stopped it from happening.  Not only that, but you destroyed the correct instructions of the summoning ritual in the process so no one could try again later.  That's over twenty souls that were Hell's to take, slipped by without incident thanks to you.  Given your record, I don't even have to ask if it was intentional."

Levi glared up at them in silence, the only sound the faint rustle of his chains as he shifted in place.

"Right.  Let's just get to the important part, shall we?  Death is always too final and simple a punishment for you--I'm starting to think you might even consider it a gift.  Maybe another century or two under Alistair's...care...would finally force you into line, he's gifted with tearing apart the body and mind, but I grow tired of trying to make you bend, so…"

Levi was pulled to his feet, and with a snap of the fingers from one of the robed figures, a gaping hole appeared in the marble floor a few feet from him.

He knew exactly what that was.  The Pit.  The part of Hell not even demons could bear to be inside.  There was an official entrance to The Pit in Hell, but the Infernal Court had the ability to open a secondary entrance for sentencing purposes.

Levi dug in his heels--heel, his other leg wasn't up for it yet--and attempted to get out of the grip of the three demons dragging him over to the entrance filled with a substance that managed to look like tar and smoke at the same time.  He tried to resist, but as Zeke had infuriatingly pointed out moments ago, he was one of the lower demons on the food chain--he really couldn't do much in a situation like this.  And right now, that was terrifying.  He knew what happened to people who went into The Pit, demons included.  Suffering unimaginable, mind, body, soul, emotional and physical, any kind of pain imaginable you felt it, all at once, consistently getting worse and worse, never growing numb or adjusting to it, until you were a mindless husk, reduced to a shadow, carrying out the will of Hell as commanded because there was no you anymore, just an empty vessel to be used at the whims of the other demons.

If you ever made it out of The Pit to begin with, which was rare.

He could beg not to be thrown in, it was an option, and as he was dragged closer and closer to the smoky tar that seemed to reach for him, it was tempting.  But that wasn't how he wanted to spend his last moments as himself if this was really about to happen, and he doubted they cared enough for any begging on his part to change their mind.

Once they got so close, the three restraining him seemed to get worried they would get dragged in as well--it had happened before--and simply threw him forwards towards The Pit and quickly backed out of range.

Levi rolled over, trying to get to a position where he could start backing away despite his hands being chained behind him.  Before he could get too far, the tendrils of smoke curling towards him from The Pit curled around his ankle and latched on like tar, pain instantly radiating wherever it touched him as it started to pull him in, the smoke reaching out to latch on to more and more of his body, the grip too strong to pull away from.  He grit his teeth even as it seemed to burrow under his skin and cut through the bone, one of his arms grabbed by the smoke as the tendril on his leg seemed to bubble and climb up his body like a crawling tendril multiplying to stretch and reach further with every passing second.

He managed to hold back, to keep the sounds of pain to strange, high pitched sounds bursting past his lips until he was halfway covered, at which point he began to let out an ear-piercing screams.  The pain had spread past the physical once it started to crawl across his chest and up his throat, at least sixty percent of him covered in this smoky tar that seeped into his body and sent sharp lances through his mind, pulling out traumas and thoughts he had buried long ago back into screaming focus as if they were still fresh, feeling as if his soul--which he hadn’t known he had one--was being burned slowly out of his body.  He lost sense of where he was and what was happening, breath leaving his body, vision gone and replaced with nothingness, that scent of death and decay overpowering--

It suddenly stopped.  The snap of a finger once more rang out through the chamber, and Levi was back on the cold marble floor, skin and hair drenched in sweat, body trembling as he tried to remember how to breathe, his hoarse wheezes echoing around the room, the pain fading away to echoes that left him shaken and drained in every way possible.

"However...your species is already endangered,” mused the robed judges once the ringing of his screams in his ears faded and he was able to start hearing the world around him again.  “Any loss of an incubus or succubus is significant, even if it's you.  Get him up."

Arms reached out to lift him from under his arms, his head lolling like he was drunk or drugged before he lifted his gaze to the robed figure who’d been speaking this entire time.

“Sire a child with a human woman--one you make a deal with, too, no avoiding that part of your obligations as a demon anymore--or you’ll be thrown into The Pit.  Permanently, this time.”

As odd as the second chance may seem, it made perfect sense that they would give him a task like this.  As they said, his kind had grown few and far between.  During the dark ages--Ironically, the tail end of which he was born at--the religious fanaticism and rash of which hunts, for all the good it did, cut through his kind’s numbers like a scythe, drawing them out in exorcisms and purifications, in demon hunting and a spread of awareness through the people, traps and lures, death in more than one way.  His kind was arguably among the humans the most, back then.  Their already low reproduction rate had plummeted as well, considering women were aware and able to realize when they were impregnated by an unholy being, and most if not all of them terminated the pregnancy or took...drastic actions upon their realization.  So there were not many babies to replace their already scarce number.

Even after the dark ages, when the religious fanaticism started to cool and religious power took a back seat to the state on Earth, it was still...difficult to repopulate.  Which was why they were still endangered today, though it was an age more suited to their needs, with how sex had become less and less taboo and more normalized.

The fact of the matter was, they did need more incubi and succubi--there weren’t nearly as much as there had once been, just a handful, so the command made sense.

Just because it made sense didn’t mean he had to like it, though.  Unease settled inside of him as he thought of how difficult a task it was, and what it would mean for the human or humans he preyed upon.  But, perhaps it wouldn’t have to be that way.  Maybe, as long as they thought he was trying to get someone pregnant, he would be okay to go about his preferred lifestyle--more cautiously this time, of course.

The cuffs were unlocked from behind his back, and the stabbing pain faded, though the burn was still there--complete with burn marks around his wrists when he brought his arms to the front to glance down at the damage and figure out how long it would take to heal.

“Ah, and one more thing.  Your task is time sensitive.  You have three months to impregnate a human being, or you’ll be thrown into The Pit, anyway,” the voice added coolly.

Levi’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in barely contained rage, the only thing keeping him from lunging at the robed figures--which would only end in a hole to The Pit opening below him and swallowing him entirely--were the three people restraining him to throw him out of the room, the same three demons who’d prodded him to the pit a few moments ago.

“An impossible task or a fate worse than death?  Those are your options?  You know how rare that is!” Levi seethed, straining against the people trying to drag him out as his eyes burned with hatred at the faceless members of the Infernal Court.

It was.  The chances for an Incubi to impregnate a human being was slim to none, it was why their numbers hadn’t recovered from the dark ages.  If it was easy for them to multiply, there would be little succubi and incubi demons running all over creation.  Clearly, the creators put their nigh sterilization in place as a check to make sure they didn’t run rampant through the world.  But humans didn’t make it any easier, with how often they killed their kind before they were even born.  The high abortion rates made an already nearly impossible reproduction all the harder.  And they wanted him to do what sometimes took decades to occur by a stroke of infernal luck or brutal, continued force, in three months.

What, were they hoping he’d kidnap and repeatedly rape some poor girl until she either died or conceived?  Did they want him to destroy the soul he apparently had--more than anyone else in this forsaken place--in his desperation for survival?

“That’s your problem, not ours,” the head of the court replied indifferently, and he held up a hand.  “Dismissed.”

The courtroom darkened as the robes collapsed all at once as if they had been maid by a gust of hot air that suddenly ceased, and Levi was thrown backwards, feeling weightless for several seconds before landing hard on the cracked pavement of the filthy back alley on Earth he’d been cornered in before getting dragged back to Hell.

Wearily, Levi pushed himself onto his feet, his leg starting to heal, but still giving him shooting pain through his body that he was trying to ignore.

Three months.  He had three months from today to make the impossible happen.  He couldn’t afford to wait to heal or get his bearings.  He needed to start his search for candidates and get to work as soon as possible.

He'd been watching here for a say or two by now.

He didn't want to delay much longer, but he wanted to make sure he had the right person before he committed.  It might be more...efficient to be sleeping with multiple women consistently to try and increase his chances, but if this didn't work, he wanted to hurt as few people as possible.  There was always going to be at least one person he hurt, but it didn't have to be ten or twenty people.

And since he was only going to focus on one person, it was going to have to be someone that fit the ideal of what he needed right now to a T.

Someone young--someone with their whole life ahead of them.  Whether the baby was conceived or not, all the time he was going to spend with her, all the sexual and intimate things they'd do together while he tried to get her to conceive, it was going to do a lot of damage to her lifespan.  Some might consider that a plus for him--every day she lost was one he gained in return. That was just how he lived--his food source, in a way.  That was why he hung around brothels, sex clubs, strip clubs, bars, anywhere sex might be part of the exchange, or even a commodity--hell, sometimes he posed as the product just to see what he could get.  But normally he only took a little bit from one person and moved on to someone else so he didn't do too much damage to anyone.  Now he had to focus on someone, to take years from their life in the process of trying to conceive.  He understood that it lengthened his life in the process, but he couldn't consider it a good thing.  And if this did work, the pregnancy alone…

Well...she needed to have a long life ahead of her if she was going to live through this, so his candidates were young.

Obviously, he needed someone fertile--some one healthy with a good conception and birthing history.  That one required some snooping in her home and then her doctor’s office to get into her medical records, and her parents, and her grandparents, relatives…

Twins actually ran in both sides of her family. That would be one hell of a stroke of infernal luck, but he wasn't going to hold his breath.  Not to mention, he worried what a twin pregnancy might mean for her.

No, he couldn't dwell on that.  She was fertile, with a good medical history regarding conception and births, that was the important part.

He didn't want any other seed tainting his continuous attempts.  The last thing he needed was to think she got pregnant and he was safe just to find out it was a boyfriend's or something.  So it needed to be someone single, which she was.  It would be just him fucking her trying to breed an incubus or succubus with her, no outside interference.

And, finally, the one that really made him feel dirty for considering it...he needed someone mentally vulnerable.  This had to be someone he could slip behind their defenses, lure into a sense of compliance so he could breed her until she conceived.  If she was mentally vulnerable, maybe a little needy, it would make her more open to his suggestions and advances.  Of course, once she let him in, he could just use his little mind influencing trick he had as an incubus on her to keep her complacent and happy.  He wouldn't be able to do it until she let him in, but he could at least use it to assuage any worries and keep her coming, in more ways than one.

He didn't want to influence her mind for this, he was hoping he could keep it as consensual as possible, but if he needed to...mental vulnerability helped.

The second and third day had let him watch her and dig around for her medical records.  This third day was to get in her house to explore, and possibly make the first approach.  He followed her home from work, unseen because he chose not to be revealed to human eyes right now and therefore was invisible to human eyes.  She worked hard at her job, double shifts more common than it probably should have been, her body sore and in pain judging by the way she kept a stock of aches and pains bath salts in her bathroom. Sometimes she had circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, the overall suggestion that she was tired and worn down from her job.

Again, it could lead to some mental vulnerability, which was a good thing for him.  Maybe he'd approach with the "I'm here to treat you good and pamper you," angle.

Everyone wanted something from their sexual encounters, and finding out what was usually how you got them hook, line, and sinker.

Once she stepped inside and Levi slid in behind her unnoticed, he started looking around the house to get a general feel of the person he was going to be approaching tonight.  It was probably smarter not to know what kind of person she was, it would save him some pain in the future, and he was already in for a world of crushing guilt as it was, but he wanted to satiate his curiosity, and he told himself it would help him better approach her.

The first search was the obvious one.  Her electronics.  As she headed into the bathtub to relax after a hard day of work, he got on her computer and phone, checked her search histories, looked at what kind of mobile games she played, if he went into port websites, was there certain phrases already showing up in the search bar to suggest she'd sought out certain stimulations?  Did she have otome games, did she write or read porn stories and if so, what did she gravitate towards?

He saw other things along the way.  Saw a search for rescue shelters--she might have been looking to get a pet, and was choosing to rescue one instead.  Patterns and ideas for homemade gifts.  Cooking recipes.  Well placed reminders about special events for other people.  In the midst of searching for things that would help him approach her properly in the sexual sense, he kept encountering things that gave him more of a taste of her personality.  Like how she'd interacted with the child and his mother at work the first day he watched her.

After the quick internet search, he poked around her bedroom, looking for naughty toys, sexy lingerie, sexy clothes, again, anything that might hint towards preferences so he could tailor his first approach.

She finally entered the bedroom a few hours later, having eaten and cleaned up and finished the rest of her nightly routine.  Levi waited by the window, staring out it so he wouldn't be watching her while she slept, waiting until she was fast asleep to move over to the bed, sitting carefully on the side of the bed and reaching out to gently touch her temple.

Now to do what he did best.  But first, the setting.  Most of his sexual endeavors took place in person these days, but occasionally he came to them in dreams--or what they perceived as dreams.  They were asleep, in this reality, and it was still "their dreams," but it existed in a sort of pocket reality of his creation, so that the dreams were more tangible, more physical, more real.  Had real consequences, like conception.

It was still their dream, but he ascended it to another plane of existence or reality--like heaven was a plane of existence above earth, and hell a plane below.  But this one, no one could enter but him, the one who had made it tangible, and her, the dreamer who gave it substance.

The dream took shape, and Levi locked all ulterior motives and all of his misgivings and everything else away, until all that was on his mind was the first encounter with this woman, of pleasing and fucking her all night long, of fulfilling her fantasies.

Breeding her would be the goal in the back of his mind, but his focus would be her.

And he couldn't forget to strike a deal.  Normally he didn't, but now...it was a requirement.

Besides, the more she consented to, the more power over her he had, and the better of a chance he had to impregnate her, oddly enough.

So began the dreams, his attempts to breed her over and over again, the deals they struck, tying her more and more to him with every yes she gave him, increasing the chances of success.

The night she asked to pleasure him for once had...rattled him.  Keeping it just sex between the two of them let him keep some emotional distance from her, helped him ignore the reality of what he was doing to her as he tried to impregnate her.  Sure, she'd consented to being bred, but he also knew she thought it was a dream, she didn't see it as a real possibility.

But when she'd asked to pleasure him, to focus only on him…

Everyone he'd slept with in the past, it had always been about them and their pleasure.  Even when they sucked him off or did something that gave him pleasure, it was more to fulfill their own satisfaction, or out of some feeling of obligation because of the exchange.  Her wanting to pleasure him, because she wanted him to feel good, was a first for him.  No one had ever wanted that for him, they'd only taken from him (not that he'd ever complained, considering his lifespan was expanded either way so long as an intimate act was being committed, no matter who it focused on).

But the realization that she actually wanted this, she wanted to treat him good, she wanted him to feel good, while it stirred emotions up inside him he hadn't thought a demon capable of, they were quickly crushed by the guilt that came crashing down on his head with everything he suppressed when he was here, mostly because of those damn words she uttered.  That she wanted to do this, that she wanted to treat him and pleasure him, because he was so good to her.

She had no idea what he was doing to her.

Breeding her like...like...like some kind of twisted, willing sex slave.  How every kiss, every intimate touch that brought her a bit more pleasure, also killed her a little more and gave that stolen life to him.

If she knew, she wouldn't be so insistent on sucking his cock, of making him moan and squirm.  She wouldn't want to please him, she'd want to curse him, beat him, hate him.  That's what made the astounding first that could have been heartwarming so goddammit painful.  And though he eventually gave in to her advances, mostly because it was what she wanted to do and she wasn't going to be swayed, because part of him wanted to know what it would be like even with the guilt, because she promised they could still follow through with his 'favorite kink' of breeding her at the end, afterwards, the guilt ate at and clawed him apart from the inside out.  If he wasn't already so deep in, if he wasn't already nearing that third month, he might have bailed, unable to stand the guilt she'd just inspired with such an innocent intention.

But he couldn't afford to find someone else.  Couldn't stomach dragging another person down.  He'd already tied her to him.  He had to keep trying.

So, in an attempt to viciously wall up the guilt and keep it contained, to keep her innocent intentions far from him and his guilt ridden soul, he made sure he gave a hard reminder that their exchange was just sex over the next few days.  Quite a bit of bandage and restraint was involved, though he made sure it was still pleasurable, even if he was a little rough on her.  The first night was the main reminder, though, considering it was freshly after her innocent advance.  He'd answered in kind by, consensually, chaining her hands above her head, gagging her so she couldn't speak, and then fucking her nonstop, the whole night.  Just load after load dumped inside her pussy, more cum than her body could hold.  As an incubus, he had the ability to be hard and pulsing with seed on command, and with his gaze, thanks to how much consent, how much control, she had given him, he could light her libido, her sex drive, on fire and make her need more in body and mind.

Later, she might be tempted to think it was the night she gave him her full attention instead of vice versa that she conceived.  He would be more inclined to believe it was the night he bred her far beyond what she'd been physically capable of retaining, until tears of pleasure streamed from her eyes and her body couldn't stop moving because he kept in in a constant state of euphoria, the rag soaked with drool and the woman he'd chosen losing consciousness more than once because even in the dream world she hadn't been physically capable of handling it.

None of it really helped the guilt, though.  The guilt was still there when he'd leave, knowing the woman who'd shown him a first kindness was going to die young because of him, most likely, and that soon, if he succeeded, she was going to hate and curse him.

The last month of the time he'd been given to impregnate a human woman, he began to grow desperate.  The reality of being thrown in The Pit and suffering a fate worse than death loomed over him, enough so that he already had a plan for how to kill himself before the Infernal Court could get their hands on him so he wouldn't have to suffer that fate the last night if she still failed to conceive.

As for the guilt, well...it was still there, but he didn't have the luxury of taking it into account as his attempts grew desperate.  He didn't just come to her at night anymore.  He could induce a sleep in her--again, one of the powers he had given the hold she'd allowed him to have on her--and would try to quickly get in another attempt to breed her.  He knew it was impacting her, could see the doctor’s appointments she was making, the exhaustion she was suffering, how it was impacting her daily life, but he couldn't afford to stop--months had turned to weeks, and soon it would be days.  Either she conceived, or he was a dead man--and that was the optimistic outcome.

The dreams were a little different this time.  Daydreams were trickier, and they blurred the line between reality.  He had to physically fuck her for those if he wanted to be sure it took.  Which meant that yes, he was in her car during her break--invisible, so no one would see that shady sight.  He was in her bathtub, he was on the couch with her, but those three instances she was kept in a semi-dream like state, mostly so she would continue to believe the ruse she was already starting to doubt.

The exception had been the club.

He was down to days until he was sentenced, and he was loosing hope that he would be successful.  At this point, he was continuing more out of routine, or a last ditch effort.  But he was painfully aware of the impact he'd had on her, how she was on leave from work because she couldn't do it with how far over the edge he'd driven her, how scared she was becoming, desperately trying to find a medical answer.  Realizing he might not succeed and he'd hopefully be dead soon and not in The Pit, he'd approached her to try and make some form of an amend in reality, to ease up on her for her sake.

He had approached her in the bathroom because it was the opportunity he saw.  He'd entered unseen, gave her her privacy by staring at the wall until she was washing her hands, at which point he willed human eyes to see him again just as she was reaching for the towel.

Her scream had been confirmation she was starting to be afraid of him, but he'd hushed her before she could alert her friend, using his hypnosis powers to calm her down, lying blatantly to her face when she'd asked if it was a dream and using a bit of his hypnosis to make her doubt her reality and at least partially accept it.

He fucked her then and there, partially because he had to try every time he saw her, with how little time he had left.  He tried to keep it as basic as possible, because he was painfully aware that sex in reality, not in dreams?  Every touch, every thrust...the time he took from her here was doubled.

As he spoke softly to her and semi-apologized for being so rough, all while thrusting into her for another quick hit, he was facing the mirror.  The one time he'd looked up to meet the gaze in the mirror, he couldn't do it--he felt sick to his stomach.  What he'd done to her, all the years he'd taken from her, and it might be for nothing, anyway.  It wasn't like she would get the years back if he died, those years would still be stolen from her, whether he was dead or in The Pit--and they would keep him alive in The Pit, force feed him if necessary to make sure he endured every ounce for eternity.

He agreed to be more gentle with her, to give her a rest.  And he was.  It could almost be called lovemaking, the slow sex he had with her in her dreams that night, where she just needed to lay back and rest while he fucked her at a pace that allowed her to drift off into sleep undisturbed by what he was doing.  Of course, it was also one of the few times he double dipped, fucking her not only in the dream world but also in reality.

He was desperate, and throwing his morals out the window in a last ditch attempt to avoid the fates looming over his head.

He'd been keeping track of her doctor’s appointments as she tried to figure out what was wrong with her, and the day after he'd apology fucked her twice--maybe three times if you counted both parts of the night fuck separately--was the day he found out if he was going to The Pit or not.  If she wasn't pregnant by now, then it wouldn't matter, because he wouldn't find out if she was in time to stop his sentencing.

Of course, he may have had to...persuade a certain someone to do the test in the first place.  And considering he could only use his hypnosis on someone who let him in...that meant he'd approached Dr. Hallaway in the parking garage when the man was taking a nap between shifts.

Putting on more of a sub personality considering he had a couple hunches about this guy, Levi straddled the man in the driver's seat, watching as he woke up with Levi’s arms around him, the confusion from just waking up from a nap that only lasted a few bare moments giving Levi his way in, Levi immediately playing up the part of a good dream.

"Mm...Doctor...touch me again," he moaned, as if the doctor was falling into a good dream, which was what Levi was projecting onto him.  At the same time, he rolled his eyes at how cringey that just sounded, but he didn’t have anything better off the top of his head right now.  He couldn't use his hypnosis on him yet, but he could draw him in, influence him just enough to lure him like a siren. He just needed the man to take the bait.

"What’s...who are--" the doctor started to become alert, alarm starting to rush in his veins as he realized there was another man straddling him, but Levi quickly moved in to intercept.

"Shh...it's just a dream...you're alright…" he soothed, his voice luring and lilting, smooth and silky, hypnotic, even, as he rocked against the doctor, who grunted at the feel of Levi’s hard cock rubbing against his stomach through the clothes that currently covered them.  

"It's just you...and me...and whatever sinful thing you want me to do to you," Levi told him seductively, slowly crawling down his body as he spoke, fingers tracing along his chest as he slowly settled between his legs, using the levers on the chair to push it back enough to give him the room to settle between the man's legs, and to lean the chair as far back as it would go.  Slowly, Levi started to rub along the man's crotch, feeling the man's cock through his pants as he continued with his show of the pliant younger man he felt might be Hallaway’s type.  Well, at least the type that Levi could fill the role of, as a male.

"Will you let me, Doctor?  Let me in, so I can show you all the things you shouldn't know, when there's no one here to see?" Levi asked, fingers twitching to just take out his cock and get started, but he knew he couldn't rush this.  Besides, this part was important for what he wanted from the man.

Hallaway seemed to be hesitating, so Levi laid it on thicker, complete with a slight whimper in his voice.  "Please...let me in...let me touch you.  I want to show you so many things…"

"Yes, please," Hallaway finally moaned, and Levi smoothly popped open the button on his pants and undid the zipper, pushing aside the fabric of his pants and briefs to let the man's partially hard cock spring free.

With Levi’s centuries of experience with men and women alike, this wouldn't take long.

Lowering his head, Levi took the man’s cock completely into his mouth, starting in on a sinfully vigorous blow job as he sucked and licked and pumped the man’s cock, causing Hallaway to moan loudly and thread his fingers in Levi’s hair, gripping tight as Levi ravaged him at a fast pace, causing Hallaway to arch in his seat, Levi unfazed as he set about his task bringing Hallaway to the edge.

This...this was more of his normal.  Quick hookups with strangers that would never be repeated.  Quick blowjobs and fucks and fantasy fulfillment in private tucked away spots.  Putting on an act to please whoever he was fucking for the moment.  Much different than whatever it was he'd forged with Y/N.

When Hallaway was at the edge, Levi released him, earning a dissatisfied groan from the other man.

"Put your cock in me.  I can take it," Levi insisted in a breathy voice, crawling back up Hallaway's body as he shed his pants and underwear, situating himself on the other man's lap.

This time, Hallaway didn't hesitate.  As he suspected, the pliable young man was what he wanted, and he was eager to see Levi arch and flush and moan.  So he would put on the show for him and do just that with every thrust.

Levi opened up the man's shirt for the coming mess so he could get rid of the evidence more easily at the end, guiding his hand onto his cock as he leaned forward to hold the man's gaze, doing what he came here to do in the first place now that he'd been let in and he had the opportunity.

“You’re patient, Y/N L/N...She’s pregnant, you’re certain of it.  It’s just a hunch, but you’re going to run the test to see if you’re right.  You should believe in your theories more, because you’re so certain of this one you’re going to run the test to confirm she’s pregnant, even if she didn’t ask for that test.”

Levi could feel the idea take root as the doctor’s eyes glazed over for a moment, and, satisfied that he’d set events in motion on the right track, he went back to putting on his show to at least leave Hallaway satisfied before he left.

Hallaway’s fingers dug into his hips as he bucked up into him, and Levi let out a sharp cry, head thrown back and body arched towards him while Hallaway’s fingers pumped up and down Levi’s cock eagerly and a little harshly, as if trying to pull the orgasm from him.

He was inexperienced, hadn’t been with a man yet, Levi got that.  Besides, he’d pretty much trained himself to respond appropriately by now.

“I’m gonna cum...I’m gonna...hng...shit…” Levi gasped as Hallaway suddenly spilled inside him, his own cock twitching and throbbing in Hallaway’s hands before he finally came, cheeks flushed and a soft moan working its way out of his throat as they both worked through their orgasms, Levi’s cum shooting across Hallaway’s exposed chest.

Once they were done, Hallaway cleaned up and put back to sleep and under the impression it had just been one hell of a dream with Levi’s hypnosis, Levi went to one of the nearest public bathrooms to clean himself up properly.

“Enjoy the sexual awakening,” Levi murmured as he wiped a bit of leftover cum from the corner of his mouth, even though Hallaway wasn’t anywhere around to hear.  The important thing was that he would test Y/N’s blood to see if she was pregnant, and he would have the most concrete evidence you could get for a pregnancy test.

Levi clutched at the edge of the knock-off-granite sink and let out a slow, shaking breath, water still dripping off his face and into the basin.

Please...please let her be pregnant.

It was his last chance.

“You’re pregnant.”

Levi was standing beside the exam table when Dr. Hallaway gave her the news, both of them staring at the doctor blankly the first time he said it.

Yeah, Levi had told him to test for it, he’d been...praying probably wasn’t the right word considering his status as a demon, more like intensely hoping that she would be pregnant.  That didn’t mean he’d expected her to actually be pregnant.  He’d been bracing himself for a chosen death in a few days, and now, to hear Dr. Hallaway saying she was actually...that he’d actually managed to…

“I’m…I’m sorry?”

“You’re pregnant.  We did a test with the blood we took to test out some of our theories about what you’ve been sick with, and it came back positive…”

Levi tuned out after that, having heard what he needed to as he turned around, sucking in a deep breath and trying to figure out what he was feeling right now.  Maybe he was still in too much shock from the news, because nothing was registering yet.  Was he...relieved?  Maybe, he didn’t have to worry about The Pit or suicide, now.  A bit of elation?  Whether he had been forced into this situation or not, he was still going to be a father.  That same revelation was bringing about all kinds of other emotions.  Stress, fear, doubt, worry, inadequacy, self-consciousness, a bit of excitement...there was also the awe inspiring fact that he’d managed to do something nigh impossible in record time.  Three months.  When some demons had taken decades to get one woman among many pregnant.  How…?

“I’m not pregnant!”

Levi turned back around sharply at the sudden shout, brought back to reality with a harsh bump at Y/N’s reaction, able to see the widened eyes from the fear, the tremble in her hands, the raw panic radiating off her as she vehemently denied what she was being told.

No time for sorting out how he felt about this.  Now came the consequences, the repercussions for his nearly three months with Y/N.  Now came the time for her to hate him.

Levi was paying attention to Dr. Hallaway when he suggested a Dr. Salazar for the doctor she went to regarding the pregnancy, though his gaze kept sliding over to Y/N, who looked like she was mid-downwards spiral.

And to think a month ago she’d looked at him pleadingly, wanting to give back to him for everything he’d done for her.

Levi grit his teeth and looked away, a soft ‘Tch’ sound escaping him as his shoulders hunched and he tried to brutally shove the stray thought back into a dark corner it wouldn’t be allowed to surface from.

Dr. Hallaway left to give Y/N time to process, which meant it was just him in the room with her, even though she didn’t know it.  Her face was buried in her hands, and for the first few moments, she was silent, looking like someone who’d just been told they had a terminal illness as opposed to someone being told they had life growing inside them.

Which made sense to him.  It was impossible to her, and besides that, she wasn’t exactly in a position to be raising a kid by herself.  The panic made sense.  She hadn’t planned this, hadn’t asked for this, he’d done it to her, and now she was facing the reality of having to bear the consequences of his actions, anyway.

He picked up on the sound of hyperventilating breaths, of hysterical sobs starting to break past her lips as she started to breakdown from whatever was going on in her head.  Any elation or positive feeling he’d had moments ago for the pregnancy crumbled in the return of his accumulating guilt watching her start to break down alone in the exam room.

He started to reach out to her on an instinct to try and comfort her, to try and give her some reassurance, but he stopped just shy of his fingers touching her back, just shy of making himself known.

No...no, he did this to her, he was the reason she was breaking down right now.  He was the last person she would want to see right now.

Not to mention, if he appeared to her now, in this exam room, when it was clearly not a dream and nothing would convince her otherwise, there would be a conversation.  A conversation where she demanded to know what he was, what he’d done to her and why, where she would probably end up screaming and yelling and cursing him.  He wasn’t ready to have that conversation with her, didn’t even know how he would begin to come clean about what he’d done.

But what really made him pause was terror at what the stress of him showing up now, at this moment where she was having a complete breakdown, would do to her.  The stress of not only finding out she was pregnant despite the impossibility of it all, but also him appearing out of nowhere and telling her all these terrible things about what he’d done and what it meant for her.  What if she did something...something drastic?  What if she tried to kill herself, what if she tried to abort the baby, one way or another?  It might seem like it was quite the leap, but there was a long and bloody history of that very thing happening more often than not when expectant incubi or succubi mothers found out what happened to them and what they were carrying inside them.  He didn’t dare make himself known and have to reveal all of that to her, out of terror for her life and the baby’s life.  He couldn’t risk it.

So, instead of comforting her like his first instinct was to do, he withdrew into himself and simply endured it, watching silently as she eventually fled the exam room without taking the paper with the information about Dr. Salazar on it, trying to wall himself off from all the emotions trying to break through, namely the guilt and the voice in his head screaming that it was all his fault and to look what he’d done to her, and she hadn’t even found out about the worst part, yet.

After doing a bit of digging, Levi went to investigate this Dr. Salazar for himself before he did anything else.  He now had at least another nine months of time, since Y/N had in fact conceived.  Now, she just needed to make it through to the birth, and he’d be in the clear--for The Pit, of course.  He’d suddenly be in the role of fatherhood, but he was going to cross that bridge when he reached it, not before.  Right now, he had to make sure she made it through the pregnancy, first.

And that started with having a good obstetrician.

The first thing he did was shadow her for a day or two, relying on Y/N’s pregnancy being new and news to not have circulated yet for her safety, taking advantage of these first few days to operate away from her before he’d have to start keeping a vigilant eye on her.

It wasn’t like he’d have to leave to feed any time soon, with all the years he’d taken from her trying to get her to conceive.

He followed Dr. Salazar through a couple days with several appointments, doing his best to ignore the mother’s she interacted with in the name of privacy and instead focusing on Dr. Salazar and how she interacted with the women under her care.  He dug into her record as a doctor as well, the births she’d overseen in the past, any complications and the like.  She was used to dealing with single mothers and unexpected pregnancies, so while Y/N’s situation was...unique, it was along the same vein of what Dr. Salazar was used to seeing.

And from what he could see, she was a good doctor, too.  Maybe having another woman as her doctor would make Y/N a little more comfortable or help her feel a bit more secure, too?

Deciding to at least try it, Levi ended up approaching Dr. Salazar in a quick, kinky dream to get her to let him in.  He wasn’t going to tell her to reach out to Y/N, but he wanted to at least have enough of a hold on the woman he could give little nudges here and there from behind the scenes to make sure that Dr. Salazar helped Y/N as much as possible.

And the first thing he told her?

When Y/N L/N comes in for her appointment, believe her, and do everything you can to help her.

Hopefully, that would be all he needed to say to Dr. Salazar over the course of the pregnancy, but just in case, it was an option for him to plant a few ideas in her mind along the way.

The trick after that was getting Y/N to make an appointment with the woman.  She hadn’t taken the contact information, Levi still had it, and from what he was observing from her, she was trying to go about her life as if nothing had changed, as if she wasn’t pregnant.  It was back to exhausting work and double shifts, to work so tiring that she was almost on a cycle of wake up, work, clean up, sleep, repeat.  She was in a state of denial, with no signs of shaking herself out of it and accepting her reality any time soon.  For a while, he tried to be patient, thought that perhaps she would wake up on her own and seek out Dr. Salazar on her own time, that she would remember the name and do a few quick internet searches to find her.  However, the denial continued, as did her grueling work schedule, until Levi grew worried that she was going to push herself too far and hurt the baby in her insistence to deny what had happened, and he couldn’t stand by and let that happen.

In retrospect, though, he could have gone about giving her a nudge in a much more subtle manner.  Instead, it ended up feeling more like a violent and terrorizing shove.

Taping a note to the bathroom mirror like some kind of bomb threat had not been his best moment, and he’d realized his error as soon as she screamed, but it was too late to take it back at that point.  Then, as he followed her down to the position she ended up in, sobbing on the floor against the wall for a good hour, it was all about damage control, feeling numb as he kneeled down in front of her and used his more advanced hypnosis ability, the suggestions planted right into her mind with a few words whispered into her ear thanks to the hold he had on her, to get her to get off the floor, go back into the bathroom, and make an appointment with Dr. Salazar.

Waiting a full week for the appointment itself was torture, but he endured it, keeping an eye on Y/N from the shadows, making sure she stayed safe in the meantime, trying to suggest in little promptings and nudges planted into the back of her mind that just in case she was pregnant, she take it easy for a little while, just to be safe.

He wasn’t sleeping with anyone in the meantime--he didn’t need to, he was going to be set for a few years after what he’d taken from her during those three months he spent trying to get her to conceive.  He definitely wasn’t coming to her in her dreams anymore.  Not only was that a continuation of the fears he had back in the exam room, that his appearance would only upset her further and might push her into something drastic thanks to the conversation that would inevitably follow his appearance, but it was also because he didn’t want to do any more damage than he’d already done.  She’d lost years to him in those three months, he didn’t even want to think how many.  And now, this pregnancy...this pregnancy was going to do even more damage.  He didn’t dare think of touching her in any way that could seem intimate for fear of taking even another day from her.  It was better he just kept to himself, disappeared entirely and kept an eye on her while he remained invisible to the human eye.  The stress of his appearance could come later, when it wasn’t going to put the baby at risk.  Then she could hate and scream and hit him all she wanted until her strength gave out, and he’d leave so she would never have to see him again, and there wouldn’t be any demon spawn to tie him to her.

Because, especially with how the pregnancy was going so far, he fully expected her to be one of the many, many mothers who, if they didn’t abort the baby, at least abandoned them at birth, unable to look at the demon spawn implanted in them.  Sometimes it wasn’t until they were born did the mother’s finally realize something was wrong, that their baby wasn’t fully human, or that a demon had impregnated them.  Sometimes they needed the intangible proof in their hands.  She was probably going to be one of them--he partially convinced himself of that because he couldn’t bear the thought of her being one of the women who tried to abort the babies.  He hated to say it, but abandonment would be much better than abortion, at least in this case.  And not just because he needed his children to be born if he was going to avoid getting thrown in The Pit.  Abandonment was what demons were used to if the babies survived and the pregnancy came full term and they were born.  It was practically ritual for a demon to be waiting in the wings to scoop up the abandoned child and raise it themselves so they would grow into a full, proper demon with as little human influence as possible.  At least in the case of Levi’s children, despite the fact both of them were forced into this--though Y/N would never know if he had his say--he was going to be the one waiting to take them in.  He was going to take responsibility for his own child, not some random demon whose goal was to turn them into a brainwashed servant of hell and seductive breeding machine.

Every now and then, very, very rarely, the mother did keep the child.  But it never ended well for either of them.

Levi, come here.  It’s time for a story and bed.

But I want to go outside and try to catch crickets!

No, it’s dark out, and you need to sleep.  Come here.  I’ll tell you the story about Beowulf…

Okay, fine…

Come here, you have dirt on your nose.  You want to be clean and shiny to impress any girls in the village, don’t you?

Momma…

Help me make breakfast, Levi?  I’m a little tired today and could use a little help with the eggs.

Momma, it’s time to get up.  Momma, come on, stop sleeping and wake up.  Momma?  Momma...Momma, wake up!  Momma!  Momma!

Yes...abandonment would be better.

Levi shook himself out of the painful and distant memories his train of thought had drug him into as he came back to the present, focusing on Dr. Salazar and Y/N now that they seemed to have finished discussing that yes, she was pregnant, it wasn’t an error, and it seemed that they were about to take an ultrasound.

He was about to know how far along his baby was, and glimpse it for the first time.

As always he stood invisible at your side as Dr. Salazar put the gel on your stomach and started searching with the wand for the baby, Levi watching the nonsensical images on the ultrasound screen for some kind of hint that even he could read that his baby was in there.  Well...he knew his baby was in there, but it was a whole other thing to actually see it.

“There we are–you see that?  I believe…that is a heartbeat,” Dr. Salazar said, and Levi moved closer to the screen, trying to pick out what she was showing them, unconcerned about blocking anyone’s sight since he was invisible to them right now.  “They can be a bit tricky to spot early on, but that would be where you’re…oh.”

Levi’s head whipped around to look at Dr. Salazar, heart in his throat, mind jumping to all kinds of terrible things.  The fetus was in the wrong place, in the tube instead of the womb, there was some kind of birth defect, whatever that thing was when the lining detached prematurely, something!

“Oh, what’s oh?”

“There’s…let me just make sure…oh my…”

“Stop being cryptic, woman, and tell us what you fucking see!” Levi snapped even though no one could hear him, fed up with all the vague comments and just wanting to make sure his baby was all right, that this pregnancy wasn’t doomed to fail from the start.

“Yep, I’m seeing that right.  I’m counting three heartbeats.”

“Three?” Y/N said weakly, echoing the word that had gotten stuck in Levi’s throat as his gaze followed the Doctor’s finger to the monitor.

“Mhm.  Right here…here…and right here.  You’re having triplets.”

Three.

Triplets.

Three babies.

Levi sank shakily into one of the chairs in the office, staring at the screen in shock.  He’d known she had a twin gene in her family, but he hadn’t dared hope for multiple babies, he’d settle for just one.  Three?  He had three children on the way?

His mental image shifted, mind trying to wrap itself around raising three half human half demon babies all by himself, tried to even comprehend what that would entail.

Three.

He was going to be a father to three babies?

A warmth seemed to be spreading through his chest, eyes burning with good tears as he processed this new information, gaze fixed on the screen.

How many were boys and how many were girls?

How far along were they?

Were they healthy?

When would they start to move?  When might he be able to feel them move?

“…Ms. L/N, are you still with me?”

Levi’s attention snapped from the screen to Y/N on the exam table, worried for a heartbeat something was wrong with her, everything inside him screaming that she needed to be okay, for their sake, at the very least.

“I…can you tell how far along I am?”

Her voice was faint, and she looked ghastly pale, but she was still conscious, and she was talking.  Maybe she was just overwhelmed.  He had no idea what was going on in her head, he was a demon, not a mind reader.  But at least she’d asked one of the many questions he had, so he wasn’t going to complain, waiting in anticipation for Dr. Salazar’s answer, ready to do the mental math to figure out when he’d been in the clear.

“Well, judging by the length of the fetus’s, I would wager you’re about six, maybe seven weeks along?”

Six, seven weeks...that was before his big push.  That entire month he spent pushing her, driving her to exhaustion trying to get her pregnant, thinking he was running out of time, she’d already been pregnant?

An entire, unnecessary month he’d spent taking more life from her in his pursuit to have her conceive.

Fuck.

But, at the same time, six or seven weeks, that meant they had 33, 34 more weeks to go.  A lot could happen in that time.  Especially for a situation as volatile as this one.

At that realization, Levi finally tore his eyes from the screen that apparently showed his three babies, looking over at Y/N to finally see her reaction.

She was crying.  Trying to muffle the sounds with her arm over her mouth, full body sobs with agony and pain radiating off her.  A stark contrast to the elation he’d been experiencing seconds ago.

Another harsh yank back into reality, any joy he’d been feeling now destroyed at the reminder of what he had done--was doing--to this poor woman.  And now, seeing her reaction, the reality of just how common it was for women to terminate pregnancies with his kind, with demon spawn, cut through him like a knife.  She hadn’t even realized that was what was growing inside her, yet, as far as he was aware, and this was her reaction to finding out she was pregnant with triplets.

It was like someone was dangling him over the edge of a towering building by the scruff of his shirt and he was watching it slowly rip.

Please...

Levi wasn’t given any tangible hint about what was going to happen.  If there were any warning signs, he missed them, caught up as he was in trying to make sure she got a good therapist to help her through the pregnancy like Dr. Salazar had suggested.  The search took him away from her a couple times, looking into all three women and sitting in on a couple sessions with their patients to see how they handled them.  He was, in fact, the one to pick Dr. Weiss, feeling she might handle the precarious situation the best, and doing his usual routine of coming to her in her dreams so she would let him in, and he could nudge her as necessary.

This time he was much more subtle about his hint to Y/N, simple circling Dr. Weiss’s name on the list by her laptop since that was something she could have easily done and forgotten, and far less obvious than a note that had never been in her possession appearing on her bathroom mirror.

When she started going to the sessions...he didn’t go inside.  That time was for her.  If something went wrong, he would be just outside the door if he needed to protect her, but while she had the sessions, he stayed outside and focused on anything else to keep him from trying to eavesdrop.  He had no right to whatever innermost thoughts she shared with the therapist, to know what she thought and felt, what she struggled with.  No right, after inflicting the pain he had on her.

And the day she started to go through with it...Levi had been a little preoccupied with her therapist.  He’d snuck in to read a couple of the notes the woman had on there, just to make sure she wasn’t going to be committed or anything, and had discovered that there was, indeed, a note saying Y/N might be delusional and that she might want to say something and start having her treated.

That was why, when Y/N was going to the Planned Parenthood clinic, Levi wasn’t there to know that was what was going through her mind.  He was at Dr. Weiss’s office after morning work hours, before her afternoon hours started, using that hypnosis trick of his on her in the middle of some under-the-desk pleasure while she sat in her chair to tell her to believe Y/N enough not to have her committed, to simply help her work through what was happening to her on the assumption it was real, even if she didn’t really believe it.

Don’t send her away, don’t diagnose her as crazy, don’t have her committed.  She isn’t crazy.  She’s not a threat to anyone, so there’s no harm in simply keeping it to therapy.  She just needs somewhere safe to work through her emotions and what’s happening to her.  Let her have that here.

It was why Levi had no idea what was happening until he showed up at her apartment to resume his vigilant watch over her wellbeing to discover how incredibly quiet it was as soon as he stepped through the locked door.  Locks meant nothing to him when he was in this invisible state, it was almost like he’d shifted onto a parallel plane of existence.  He could still see and interact with the world around him even though human eyes couldn’t see him, and he could move through matter he wanted to ignore as if he was a ghost.

After a search through almost every room, he stepped into the locked bathroom, part of him bracing to see her perhaps having another breakdown in the shower, or maybe he was being paranoid and he was just going to walk in on her going about her business.

But it was so quiet.

And when he realized why, his stomach dropped, and his heart leapt into his throat, so fast he thought he would be sick.

She was standing at the sink, a haunted look in her eyes, the bottle of pills sitting directly in the middle.  He knew she wasn’t on any medication, not any that looked like that, anyway.  And the serious look in her eyes, her gradual spiral, the sheer history of this very thing happening…

“What are you doing?” he asked in a hollow voice, even though she couldn’t hear him, couldn’t see him.  It was just her and the pills to her, the same pills she now had in her hand and was trying to open the bottle for.  Panic coursed through his veins, hand outstretched like he would knock them from her grip.  “Wait, don’t--”

The bottle popped open, accompanied by a little sob she might not have realized she made, one that cut him like a knife and had his hand flinching back, hanging weakly between them in the air.

“Please, don’t.  Please,” Levi said, the words coming distorted like he was hearing them underwater, echoing uselessly around him because she couldn’t hear a damn word he said.  He hated that underwater sound, too, because it only made that incoming feeling of drowning all the more realistic.  The sensation of pressure on his chest, an inability to breathe, ears rushing, movements sluggish.

Pills went everywhere with a curse from Y/N, but she had two in her hand, two little pills that could end it all.  Two little motions and he lost all three of his babies.  That’s all it would took.

“Please...I’m begging you, don’t do it.  Please, give them a chance.”

He could try to stop her.  Use his hypnosis, make her flush all the pills down the drain and never consider this again.  But he couldn’t stomach the thought of making her bear these children any more than he already had.  If she kept the babies, it had to be her choice, even if it damned him in the process, even if it took his babies from him, like so many before him.

Levi’s hands were white as they clutched the sides of the sink and he leaned forward with her over the basin, world tilting and spinning, feeling like he would vomit if he kept speaking, yet the words kept falling from his lips like someone had turned on a faucet.  Each sound came from deep in his soul as he begged with a woman who couldn’t hear him, knowing it was entirely out of his hands, fearing that he was about to watch himself lose it all.

“I don’t have any right to tell you how to go about this, after I did this to you without really asking you, but I am begging you, don’t do this.”  Tears slipped from his eyes, voice hoarse and cracked as he watched her stare just as intently at those pills, sobs breaking past her lips.  “Don’t.  Please.  Please, let my babies live.  Please...please...”

Her fist clenched around the pills, and Levi felt his knees go weak as, for a few heart stopping moments, he thought she had steeled her resolve and was about to go through with it.  But she opened her palm, powder and broken shards of the pills in her hands falling into the drain.

Levi groaned softly in relief, legs unable to support him as he sank onto the toilet beside the sink, hand threading deeply into his hair while the other rested on his knees.  He was trying to remember how to breathe again, tears still burning his eyes and slipping down his cheeks at how damn close he just came to losing them.

She was still crying, and the sudden scream and shatter of glass made him flinch, looking up with wide eyes to see her standing their with a bloodied hand, teeth grinding together and anger twisting her features before she fell back into sobs again.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch her temple and give her the impression she’d already cleaned up the mess, and that she needed to go to a hospital and get her hand fixed.

As she left, Levi stayed in the bathroom, heart heavy as he picked up each pill and each shard of glass by hand, uncaring if he sliced open parts of his hands in the process.  It was far less than he deserved, putting her through this.  The glass hurt far less than every moment he’d sat beside her as she broke under the weight of what was happening to her, never speaking, just silently watching and staying hidden for fear he would only make it worse, trying his best to make sure mother and babies were safe and taken care of at least physically, hoping that the therapist would be enough for the mother’s mental wellbeing, that maybe, somewhere in the web of people, she’d find someone who would support her.

He was a lot more vigilant watching her after that.  No more running off to influence the doctors to do this or that, he stayed by her side at all times, and if he needed to influence one of the doctors to check for this, or say that, he did it on the spot.  For the therapist, considering he didn’t sit in on their sessions even after Y/N almost aborted the babies, Levi would prompt her when she opened the door to try to work this saying or that phrase into their session to give her a bit of comfort for whatever was bothering her most at the time.

After her near abortion, Levi noticed a disturbing trend that gave him reason to worry he might not be the only one watching her.  After she’d decided not to terminate her pregnancy...he’d had to intervene in moments she might have been hurt far more often than he would expect to for just any human.

Giving her a chill down her spine to make her pause before crossing the road as a reckless driver raced by.

Correcting the steering wheel for her when she inexplicably lost control of her car one day so that she stopped safely at the roadside instead of careening into another car, a pole, or a ditch, or rolling the car.

Giving her the prompting to travel home in a different direction when a quick scout ahead let him find some...unsavory characters along her normal route.

He stayed a silent, vigilant guard as she slept and when she went about her day, unseen by her as he kept his eye out for anything and anyone that might hurt Y/N or his babies, inadvertently or on purpose.

Ironically, like a…

No, no, he wasn’t going to make that comparison.  He might hate what he was despite coming to terms with it long ago, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be one of those bastards.

As for Y/N...

She seemed to steady a bit, strangely enough, after she almost aborted the babies.  She wasn’t unwavering, and she still was missing a direction besides ‘I guess I’m going to have these babies,’ but she was tentatively looking into adoption options...though Levi had also seen her staring at a crib set or a baby blanket pattern or a stuffed animal on occasion whenever she went to the store.

After her near abortion, though, he didn’t dare to guess what was going through her head.  Especially because, in his mind, he was banking on her following the trend of history and abandoning or giving up the babies, not keeping them and trying to raise them for herself.

Considering it was triplets, she might not have to make the decisions at all.  If she hadn’t already made it.

Levi shook the thoughts away before it could poison his mind, mood, and the taste of the tea he was allowing himself as he watched Y/N from across the street, taking a brief moment to breathe and have a moment to himself while still keeping an eye on her.

He didn’t need to be thinking about things like that.  It was already complicated and painful enough watching her struggle through what he’d done to her without him adding that little fact to the mix, the dark thought that had lurked in the back of his mind since Dr. Salazar had announced she was going to have triplets.  An eventually unavoidable fact he was going to try and ignore so he could simply focus on protecting her and the babies without having to lug around any more guilt than he was already dealing with.

Across the street, Y/N’s eyes locked on him, and he suddenly remembered he wasn’t hiding himself from human eyes--he’d ordered the damn tea and forgotten to disappear again like a goddamn idiot.

“Shit!”

Her eyes widened, and when she looked away before attempting to cross the street, Levi made himself disappear, at the same time hurriedly getting to his feet and rushing out the door and towards where she stood on the crosswalk, just to be safe considering the ridiculous number of vehicular close calls she’d already had.

She’d already noted his disappearance by the time he reached her, that now familiar expression of ‘Am I going crazy?’ on her face once again as Levi prompted her to get out of the road and back on the sidewalk.

He couldn’t even have a moment for a tea break anymore, it seemed.  Unless he was going to make it without her noticing somehow in her kitchen while she was in the general vicinity.

After a few minutes walking with her, he realized she didn’t really seem to have a direction to where she was going, she was just out and about, walking around town idly with no real goal.  Maybe she just needed some fresh air, or maybe she wasn’t used to not working, considering she was on maternity leave.

Eventually, though, she took a sudden right turn into a large, stone building with stained glass windows and tall spires.  Levi paused at the base of the steps, looking up at the fancy double doors with a judgmental scowl.

“Really?  I doubt you’re going to find any help in here.  They’re all pretty damning about this kind of thing,” Levi said scathingly, though he still followed her inside the building, feeling his skin prickle and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he walked onto the property, the feeling getting stronger as he stepped inside.  He glared at some of the winged stone statues, but kept his mouth shut, hovering behind her and trying to ignore his own discomfort as she took a seat at one of the back pews.

He supposed, given her situation, it might seem like the only place she could turn to.  Despite what he’d hoped, he’d seen no one really...supporting her about the pregnancy.  A bunch of people telling her to abandon the babies or terminate the pregnancy.  Was that not what she was looking for?  The only opinion he hadn’t heard yet in all of her conversations was someone telling her to keep the babies.  Did she want someone to tell her to keep them?

He highly doubted she was going to find that answer here, considering what the babies were.

Levi wandered away, walking slowly down the main aisle and looking around at the stained glass and the intricate carvings.  It wasn’t up to par with the gothic era religious architecture, but it was still much better than the common churches from when he was young and gullible, when he was on his own, before he started to reach maturity and the demon half of him started to take over, before Kenny found him and knocked sense into him.

His eyes roamed across the scripture stories depicted in the stained glass, the statues, the candles, the confessional off to the side, and to the crucifix in the center, at the way front.

“Benevolent grace and mercy my ass,” Levi said bitterly, turning away in time to see an old woman approaching Y/N where she seemed to be in the middle of a prayer.  He started to walk towards them as the old woman started to speak to her, a bad feeling sinking into his gut as he picked up his pace to get back to where she was, the words they were saying becoming clearer as he got closer to her.

“...carrying evil.  You should stop it before it’s allowed to breathe in this world if you don’t want your soul damned and sin embodied to walk the Earth!”

Anger sparked and quickly grew into a raging inferno as Levi heard what she was saying to Y/N.  Y/N tried to leave, but the old woman grabbed her before she could.

“You can feel what it’s doing to you, can’t it?  You’re already stained beyond cleansing.  It’s very existence pollutes, you should stop it before it pollutes anyone else.”

“Let me go,” she said, pulling free with a twist of her arm as Levi reached her, Y/N making a quick and hasty exit for the double doors she’d come inside.

Levi, however, lingered, turning a harsh gaze of black and gold on her, a snarl on his lips for the things she’d said about Y/N, about his children.  And he let her see him, let her see his true form, for just the barest moment, every last inch of what he actually looked at before his normal appearance returned, the woman already screaming at him and drawing the attention of the few church overseers that were currently in the building.

“Demon!  Devil!  You cannot come in here!” she shrieked as Levi stared her down, the gold still flickering in his eyes.  “Sin!  Foul!  Filth!  BE GONE!”

She suddenly went faint, and Levi hid himself once more as priests appeared, the old woman fainting and falling to the floor.  Maybe she had a heart attack, maybe she just passed out.  He didn’t know, and he didn’t particularly care.  He just left, relieved when he was out the doors and the prickle in his skin ended, hurrying to catch back up to Y/N before she went too far on her own.

He was sitting in her room keeping watch over her as usual when the feeling tickled the back of his neck, and a whisper echoed around him that seemed to come from all directions at once.

Levi.

Sitting up at full attention, Levi looked around, alert and worried about what the sound could mean.  Looking out the window and down towards the street below, he glimpsed a shadowed figure across the street looking back at him intently.

Fuck.

Heading downstairs and out into the street, Levi approached none other than Zeke standing on the other side of the road, Levi’s expression darkening with unveiled hatred as he approached him.

“What the fuck do you want?” Levi sneered.  Zeke was unfazed by the hostility.

“You’re being summoned to go speak to Crowley.  It seems its your turn to stand by for a week in case anyone does any ritual summoning.  I said we should just skip right over you, considering your history of botching deals, but, here we are,” Zeke said with a bitter smile, eyes flickering up towards the house Levi just came from.  “You’re gonna have to leave your little plaything’s side for a while.”

Levi snarled at him, eyes flashing, though Zeke didn’t move, apparently confident in that bullshit from before about Levi being nothing when matched up against a higher ranked demon.  Levi might be small, and he might be a lower class demon, but he could still kick Zeke’s ass one on one any day.

“I’d hurry up.  You’re already not on good terms with anyone down there.  And you’ll want to get back here as soon as possible, I’m sure,” Zeke said coolly.

Levi turned away with a snarl.  “Fucking piece of shit,” he muttered under his breath before he reluctantly shifted down to hell, much like he would shift between being visible to the human eye or not, or he would shift to the dream world.  The world blurred and darkened, and he found himself back in the damp and uncomfortably warm underground tunnels that connected the different parts of Hell.

After figuring out where exactly he was, he started making his way to where most of the crossroad demons and ritual demons hid themselves, since they were both in the same boat with not that many people coming to make deals with them anymore unless by ignorance, some happy accident, or pulling some stunt they hadn’t thought would actually work.

As the earthen path started to smooth out to the obsidian stone of the palace the crossroad and ritual demons called their own, he was intercepted by two larger demons blocking his path, sneering down at him like shit on the bottom of their shoes while he glared up at them.

“What are you doing down here, incubus?” one of them spat.

“Crowley called for me.  Apparently its my turn to do your fucking job for you,” Levi returned sharply.

“No one called for an incubus, especially not you.  Abaddon is handling the rituals this week.”

Levi studied the sneering brute in front of him for a few moments, gleaning the truth of his words before a sour taste filled his mouth, and it took everything in him not to let them see the chink in his armor as he realized he’d been lied to, he wasn’t summoned, and he’d just left Y/N alone and vulnerable.

He turned sharply on his heel and left without another word, keeping his pace brisk until he was out of their sights, at which point he broke out into a run, a sprint, jumping with demonic wings sprouting from his back to carry him further and faster and phasing back through to Earth, racing to get back to the house, to Y/N’s bedroom, before any more time could be lost.

He would have crashed through the window if he wasn’t still in that invisible state, landing on the ground for a heartbeat as he took in the sight before him.

Zeke, standing over Y/N’s sleeping form, his hand pressed into her stomach, phasing through like Levi did the window seconds ago, or locked doors in the past.

He didn’t need to see anything else before a blind rage consumed him and he leapt at Zeke with a roar, shedding his everyday appearance in the process as his true form burst to the surface.  Slender s-shaped black horns that started just behind his ear and stretched towards and then followed the curve of the back of his head before the second turn brought the sharp tips higher above his head.  The black eyes with the golden irises, of course, and the fairly slender tail in a gradient shade of black and blue and grey with the razor sharp tip, the powerful wings that brought him here, open and resembling dragon wings despite the smooth skin in place of a dragon’s scales, the curved black claws at the high tip of the wings and at the bottom end, a sharpening of his canines that almost made them look like fangs.  His body shifting in tone from the human appearance he’d had to a color scheme that matched his tail--black accents such as running down his spine, at the tips of his ears, along the top of his tail, or in strange forks coming up from his ankles like black flames, grey across most of his body such as along his chest and back, deep blue to pale blue along the edges.  And as the rage consumed him, the gold in his eyes burned brighter--molten.  All along his body, glowing golden marks appeared in strategic swirls and lines like an intricate full body tattoo.

That was the creature that tackled Zeke and caused them to phase down through the floor, through the next floor, into and below the earth, down into Hell as Levi caused them to plummet away from Y/N and towards a more worthy battleground.  Zeke’s own human countenance shattered, a demon of browns and blacks with the slightest hint of cream, ram horns and claws, an arrowhead tipped tail with spikes along the end and longer fangs.  Levi was built for pleasure and allure, Zeke brute force, but that wasn’t what mattered here.

Zeke tried to claw at Levi, but any cut across his skin was ignored, black ichor flowing freely as they slammed into the ground, Levi snarling wildly at Zeke as other demons scattered where they landed, backing away to give them room to fight and then quickly encircling them to see what would happen.

Zeke pushed Levi off him, but Levi regained his footing quickly, turning to avoid the slash of Zeke’s more adorned tail while letting his wing lash out so the claw slashed him across the chest before Levi came in with a punch to the man’s face, followed up with a slash of his razor sharp tail that could now act as a whip.  Zeke tackled him, his fangs sinking into Levi’s throat and causing a furious roar from Levi, before he grabbed him, held him close, and rolled towards a thinner part of the circle which quickly parted for them as they barreled towards them.  Zeke released his fangs from Levi’s neck, holding him at arm’s length and slashing him across the chest with his claws, causing Levi to hiss as black ichor sprayed from his chest and he retreated a step or two towards the circle that had shifted into a silent semicircle to witness the standoff.

Zeke got to his feet with a deep chuckle, a few scratches on his body compared to the gashes bleeding black from Levi.  “What did I say?  Nothing more than a sex demon.  Like you could ever hope to kill someone like me.”

“I’m not trying to kill you,” Levi sneered back venomously, and the smile vanished from Zeke’s face.  Before Zeke could realize his error, Levi reared back and kicked him as hard as he could, sending Zeke flying backwards with a spray of black ichor from his mouth, down…

Into The Pit they had landed feet from when Levi threw them both into Hell.

Levi watched him sinking into The Pit with screams that were quickly swallowed by the tar like smoke, a hand on his chest to cover the still-heavily bleeding claw gashes across his chest as he turned to face all the demons who had watched the brief fight.

“If anyone else dares to touch my bred human woman, I won’t hesitate to do the same to them,” Levi snarled in a crystal clear voice, knowing anyone who witnessed what just happened would pass the message along for him.

The term he used to describe Y/N burned on his tongue, but he said it anyway, because it was a term that would help mark her as untouchable from here on out, at least until she gave birth.  Considering how endangered his kind was, touching a human woman pregnant with incubi and succubi was taboo.  And he was going to make sure not even anyone who thought she made an easy target to get at him would make the mistake of coming after her when he was ready to throw them into The Pit in retaliation.

Maybe he didn’t know why Zeke went after her, maybe he didn’t know what he’d done specifically, if he’d managed to do anything.  He didn’t care.  It was taken care of now, and that was what mattered.

And now that he’d made his little statement, he needed to get back to the surface, back to Y/N and his babies.  He needed to be sure that they were all right.

Levi crouched, letting his wings lift him up off the ground and up into the air, taking the same way out as he had in.  The adrenaline was fading, the pain coming into sharper focus from the bite and claw wounds.  His demonic form was gradually covered by his usual appearance, save for the wings carrying him up to Y/N’s room, though the wounds now looked more garish against his pale skin, still bleeding black ichor to show his true nature as inhuman.

His breathing was ragged as he landed back in Y/N’s room, the woman sleeping just as soundly as if nothing had happened, just like when he’d initially left the room.  But he wasn’t going to risk it.  If something was wrong…

And he wouldn’t know if something was wrong, if he was too late, until she checked.

Using the hand that wasn’t covered in his blood, he reached out to gently touch her forehead, reaching out to her to will her to wake.

Wake up!

She didn’t immediately wake, only stirred, looking like she was trying to stay asleep while a pesky fly buzzed her nose.  Levi pushed harder, trying to get her to get out of bed.

Something’s wrong!  Wake up, now!

Wake up!

She finally woke up with a gasp, looking around in confusion as her hand instinctively dropped to her middle, looking around and right past him, unable to see anything in the room.  Sighing in exhaustion, she went to lay back down, and Levi touched her forehead again, trying to give her his feeling that something was wrong at the same time.

Don’t go back to sleep!  You need to get the babies checked right now!  Something’s wrong with them!

She finally got out of bed at that one, much faster than he would have expected a pregnant woman without any help to do.  Down the stairs and down to her car she went, Levi trailing along and getting into the passenger seat with a low groan, focusing on his breathing.

It would be nice if his healing could just...hurry it up a little, so he didn’t pass out from the blood loss in her car and miss what was going on.

The car ride was silent, though he might have projected his own worry and panic a little too strongly, considering her suddenly nervous disposition was growing.  Levi just stayed slumped in the passenger seat, eyes closed, trying to focus on resting and recovering while they were in a situation where he couldn’t do anything but wait.

When she pulled into the hospital, he was stiff and in pain, his steps staggering as he followed her inside to the emergency room.  He left her alone just long enough to find his way into one of the supply closets to get the supplies to wrap himself up, pressing up against the door and watching her struggle to get someone to listen to her while he wrapped up his torso and his throat, able to see black ichor already soaking through the bandages, but the worst of it stopped from getting everywhere for the time being, or at least until his healing managed to fix it.  They weren’t little scratches, it would take a while to heal.

Leaving the supply closet, Levi started watching the faces that passed him closely, looking for someone, anyone familiar.

He got around quite a bit, there was always a chance.

Finally, he spotted someone he was pretty sure he’d hooked up with in the corner of a club, grabbing the man’s shoulder and using his hypnosis trick to tell him to help the woman asking for someone to check on her babies.

Considering the fact that the man agreed to listen to her when Y/N grabbed him for help, it seemed his hunch about the man being a past hookup was right.

Y/N was brought into an exam room, the ultrasound brought out, and the babies examined by the doctor who didn’t look convinced about the situation but at least, thanks to Levi’s persuasion, was willing to check.

After a few moments, the doctor stilled, wand pausing on Y/N’s belly, and Levi felt his heart skip a beat.

He whispered something to the nurse, but Levi could already see where this was going even as they said they wanted to take more tests to be sure before they said anything.

They wanted to make sure the baby--or babies--were dead before they told the mother.

A strangled whimper left Levi’s lips--unheard by anyone else, as always--and he slid to the floor from the position he’d been in leaning against the wall, a hand over the wound on his chest as he tried to hold back the wave of grief.

He didn’t know that yet, he didn’t know they were dead, it was just a feeling, and maybe it wasn’t all of them.  If he’d gotten there in time to save even one of them, that...that might be…

He couldn’t breathe until he finally had the news from the doctor, and even then, it was only briefly because at least now he /knew/ and he didn’t have to stew in uncertainty.

“One of the baby’s heart seems to have given out.  I’m not sure how long ago, but I’m afraid you’ve lost one of your triplets.”

He felt like he’d been hit in the gut by a train.  He had been too late, then.  One of his babies was...It was his fault.  He should have been there faster, shouldn’t have left them unprotected even for a few moment.  If he would have stopped and thought about it, maybe he would have caught on to what Zeke was doing, maybe he could have…

Shit...Fuck...what did it matter?  It didn’t change the fact that he failed.  Zeke was already starting an eternal punishment in The Pit.  And one of his babies was dead because of him.

All that effort to protect her and the babies, and this...this was how he lost one of them.

Levi tuned out the doctor’s incorrect theory about spontaneous heart failure and vanishing twin syndrome, knowing full well that Zeke had reached inside her and killed one of the triplets--he probably would have killed another one, all of them, if he hadn’t arrived when he did.  That didn’t make the loss of the third any less painful.

Add it to the guilt already pressing him into the ground every day…

She probably wouldn’t have survived a triplet pregnancy anyway, a dark part of him whispered into his mind, but he quickly snuffed it out, vowing never to speak that thought into existence, to even suggest there was the tiniest bit of twisted relief in the loss that now had Levi crying silently on the floor and Y/N making broken cries he hadn’t known was humanly possible.

Even if it was true.

Even if her chances of surviving much longer after the twins were born was still slim.

He still refused to do the math because once he put a number on it, how much in total between attempting to conceive and the pregnancy itself he had taken from her, he didn’t think he could ever look at her again.

After the loss of the baby, both of them were dealing with grief in their own way.  For Levi, that meant he clung to the two he still had, staying stuck to her side like he’d been welded to her.  At night, he would find himself sitting on her bed while she slept with a hand on her belly, just to feel them there, to know they were still alive, and eventually to feel them move and let a reassuring warmth flow through him to soothe even a modicum of the stabbing pain he was in.  To remind himself that something good was going to come out of this entire shit show.  That he wasn’t going to fail the two that remained.

For Y/N, she upped her therapy sessions.  They were longer, and more frequent, and she always came out of there in various stages of upset or distress--or at least the remnants of it.  She was getting a lot off her chest, not that Levi knew what any of it was.  He still stayed outside the door for her therapy sessions, even though now it made him anxious, maybe even a little fearful, terrified another demon with something against him would come and take advantage of the short time she was out of his sight to kill the other two without anyone knowing.

In the middle of their grieving, Levi and Y/N found themselves at a store, doing the usual grocery shopping, Levi making sure she didn’t get any foods that she wasn’t supposed to be eating and was getting the foods she was supposed to be eating because it was rich in the vitamins she needed right now.

After she finished with the grocery shopping, she wandered away from the food aisle, looking around for anything that caught her eye that might make her go, ‘oh, I need that!’  It was a thing she did that he’d grown accustomed to, and for the most part he zoned out, though secretly he would look at the occasional baby thing as he realized he was getting closer to the time he was going to have to swoop in and take the babies for himself when she attempted to put them up for adoption.

He kept looking at strollers for three, and supplies that came in three, before he’d remind himself of the loss, and he’d quietly put whatever he’d had in his hands back with the taste of ash in his mouth.

Today, though, Y/N found herself in the fabrics section of all things, her hands moving slowly over the fabrics on display, feeling how rough or scratchy or soft they all were, hand moving slowly in contemplation before she touched one of the rolls that made her pause, and she picked up the bound cloth bundled around the cardboard, rubbing a small corner of the fabric across her cheek, and then taking a deep inhale like it would smell of home instead of department store.  He was wondering what the hell she was doing until he saw the tears prick in her eyes, and she put the fabric into her cart, a hand running against her belly in a slow circle as she placed a pattern for baby blankets in her cart.

“You’re coming home with me.  I’ll keep you safe.  I promise.”

Levi’s eyes widened, and where he was standing at the other end of the cart, his fingers suddenly curled around the ends so tightly he was surprised the metal didn’t crumble to dust beneath his fingers.

My Little Levi.  I love you, more than anything.

It’s okay, I’m just going to lie down for a bit, I’m just a little tired.  Go on outside and play, I’ll be awake before you come back.

Momma!

His breath hitched, a pained sound escaping him as the memory and Y/N’s words combined to lance through his heart.

God, haven’t I hurt her enough?  Is it some kind of cruel joke that I might have to hurt her more than I already have to save what’s left of her life?  Well, I’m not laughing.

Next Part---->

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|GOD SAVE THE QUEEN|M|JH|

(Does he not look like he should be scaleing a damn window?!)

SMUT/ ANGST

Pairing: Hitman Hoseok & Mob Boss OC

Genre: Mob/Mafia/Organized Crime/Drug cartels/Established/unofficial but lowkey official couple...

WC-10K (A good 3-4 of it is smut btw) 

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 “I’m going to fall a fucking part, and so will my families empire and then what!? WHO the fuck are they going to blame then!? Huh? Definitely not my damn brother, he’s too coked out to even tie his fuckign shoe laces neverthless run the family business!”

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Note- This is old...I have a TON of mob/mafia-related “Pilot” chapters as I call them..stashed in my google Docs! This is a heaverier/ agngisterst read by the way, not a downer but just heavy ya know? It works just fine as a stand alone, but by the end of it you can tell that when I initially wrote it I was setting it up to be a series! One that would eventually involve the other boys as well, so there is some backstory!

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Hoseok;s tatted, and just radiates soft dom energy…and tbh that’s all we need in this world

The OC is stressed, and needs a damn hug...the end!

Warnings: (Nonsexual- Strong language, mentions of guns, drugs/drug use and addictions, violence and mentions of chronic illness..not pertaining to Hoseok though)  

Warnings- Soft Dom Hoseok, breathe play, slight pain kink(very minimal prep before sex...by choice) overstimulation, handjobs, light come play, spit play, chill dirty talk....unprotected sex.Semi public sex-ish(in her office while the guards are outside the door...)

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Hibiscus island, Miami Florida 8PM 

‘Alright, so I’m looking at about, a half kilo of snow, hmmm, maybe a little over a quart of skag and a couple hundred Tabs of Molly…”

The line went dead on the receiving end causing the man in question to attempt the phrase again…maybe his connection was bad?

“Helll-lo? Boss I said I-”

“I heard you. Was there a an actual question in there somewhere or where you just letting me know your eyes still work?” The level of just…. dry...that fell from his tongue just now….

“Well I-umm no.No...I just wasn't told exactly what was being retrieved from the plane so I just wanted to make sure this was accurate and noth-”  The scoff that rung through the other end was borderline humiliating, as if to imply there's no way in hell he could even think this was “accurate”.

“No Mark, it’s far from accurate, but what you see in front of you is what’s there…”

Ahhh, so that explains his happy go lucky sunshine personality at the moment.

“Okay, well I’ll have this sorted and get the plane sterilized, am I sending this down to the west wing for a quality check first or is this just being disbursed to the runners?”

A deep agitated goan rattled in his throat, god whyyyy does everybody have so many questions today!?

“Just-just put it in one of the storage units for now, I’ll deal with it later” Hanging up the call before any more questions could be rendered because he honestly didn't have the patience to even pretend like he cared right now! The minute the call dropped his phone buzzed indicating he’d receive about his 8th text in a row from a person he’s a second away from releasing a full barrel face on! 

It took every ounce of self control not to just let the phone slip out of his hand and shatter against the patternized stone walkway swirling beneath his feet!

Clearly,Hoseok’s not in a good mood, like, at all...there’s just so much floating through his mind right now he’s practically running out of space to even breathe! 

He’s tired, Irritable, that earth-shattering smile of his is nowhere to be found, instead it appears to have been replaced by a semi-permanent snarl. Oh, and the best part, Germany, yeah that was a complete and utter shit show. It was supposed to just be a simple negotiation in regards to you guys expanding to a new territory. Yet he feels like the last thing he did was actually talk, I mean fuck palms still feel as though they’ve been damn near rubbed raw at this point.  Hours, that’s how long it took to rid his otherwise delicately stealth hands of their custom crimson overlay! And to make life even better, he’s the one who has the pleasure of sitting down and debriefing the whole failed mission to you! 

So yay, he loves that for himself...truly…

 Everything just feels heavy, his head, heart hell, even his spirit at his point! Feet dragging through the opulent Medetriann style courtyard as if they weigh more than he did. The only thing that somewhat has Hoseok in a decent mood was you, the fact that he’d be able to see you in person after what felt like 6 years, which in all actuality was a little shy of 5 days! 

Easing his way through oversized dual french doors, into an area that essentially acted as the east wing's  “Lobby” if you will, panes of white walls, and thick black arched windows framed the entryway. The dim lighting hanging from the cast iron chandelier gave the effect that the stark white walls were almost glowing against the moonlight peeking in. My point? The atmosphere appears calm at first glance, warm..inviting...everything Hoseok needs it to be right now because again he’s NOT in the mood for bullshit. All he’s dealt with over the past 120 some odd hours was bullshit! Hint’s why your European connect is a good, meh, four soldiers down at the moment!

I can’t say Hoseok had a specific…”Greeting” in mind upon strolling back into the compound tonight…..

However, what I can guarantee is the soundtrack that is you going full hulk mode in your office, while your guards stood outside looking like bats outta hell, definitely wasn’t high on his list! The men stationed at the security desk were already whipping their heads around before he even pulled the door open. Ah the beauty of cameras, at this point they weren’t sure what was worse. You, playing whack a mole behind the wall or Hoseok’s reaction once he put two and two together! 

It takes all of 3 steps before another piece of something glass and undeniably expensive shatters against the wall. Accompanied by a loud grunt on your behalf, voice breathy and fragile, which lets him know you’ve been at this for a while. 

The level of just, exhaustion he could hear heaving from your throat is what had him more alarmed than anything else. The fact that you clearly didn’t have the self-control to tell your body to stop…which isn't like you at all! I mean fuck, how long have you been in there?! Hoseok’s heart was beating so loud he could hear it pulsing through his ears! 

“What the fuck did you guys do?!” The first and only thing to leave his lips as he huffs towards the control desk. The guard initially stationed in front of the camera’s, rolled his seat to the far left within seconds. Allowing his superior the space to do whatever he needs, they heard Hoseok’s mouse make about 1 good click before…

“Fuckkkkk” Cursed from his lips with enough depth to bounce off every surface in the room. There was an additional gruffness laced within his tone due to lack of sleep.. which almost made the sound more initiating, borderline animalistic. Hoseok’s voice actually broke towards the end, the growl dying on his tongue before it even started. Head bowing towards the monitor as he rocked forward, attempting to re-center himself. Keyword there….”Attempting”

Precipitously, there’s another sound rattling the air and no, it’s not another object flying against the wall ,it’s Hoseok’s fist...right into the marble desktop! Yup, there are no cameras in your office...why? Because you and the man in question have no fucking self-control...which suddenly he’s really, really regretting! Well, actually, there are cameras, however they can only be turned on from inside the office,and he already knew you turned the feed off! That’s why he’s on 10 because he can’t see you..at all! You could be hurting yourself in the process and he’d have no idea! The entrance to your office is camouflage for obvious reasons, to naked eye one wouldn't even know there was an office!

Even as your consigliere Hoseok didn’t ask for much, never has, not a big fan of relying on others to handle his needs...hmm wonder why he got to that point. Still, an unspoken rule of thumb when he leaves..is it’s every mother fucker's job within the compound, hell even the damn birds that frequent the garden! Everyone, needs to do their part to make sure he dosen’t come back to this..especially with the way things have shifted internally as of late! 

And by “This” I mean you having a mental breakdown in your office, because you aren’t one to just break shit for shits and giggles! This isn’t how you deal with a transaction going south, or a distributor sending over a bad strand of coke.. something’s wrong..really fucking wrong! 

Silent, dead silent, that's what Hoseok was, and that was utterly terrifying, your men knew to give him his space, that he’d address them when he’s ready. All the while carefully observing the way his fingers twitched anxiously next to one of the soldier’s guns, before wrapping his hand around the trigger. Teeth grinding together hard enough to crack a molar, repeating his initial question…

 “What. The. Fuck. Did you guys do?” Gritted through clenched teeth as he paced the gun between the three men standing in the lobby. Not even remotely concerned that he was outnumbered because they all looked petrified...as they should….clearly patience was the very last thing he had tonight. 

“Ugh, nothing we-” Click….there goes the sound of the safety, all of three words and a staggered pause in….

Hoseok’s stance never faltered, eyes blazing into the youngers with such intensity it took everything in him not to divert his gaze away from his superior. Head cocked to the side, jaw clenched painfully tight, you can actually visibly see it twitch. The slight arch in his brow let the guard know that was the wrong damn answer and this wasn’t multiple choice, it’s fill in the blank! So he’s got about one more try before this gun goes off, and suddenly you lot will have yourselves a red accent wall! 

“Hoseok, I swear we really-” Coyly swaying from behind the desk, edging his way closer and closer, to the dumbass that still hasn’t figured out how to properly answer the question. Connecting the gun to the side of his head, shoving the lackey against the wall in the process, there was an oddly calming aura radiating off his body right now. Which was clearly in strong contrast to what was currently taking place...and that’s because this..isn’t new to him anymore. The act of taking one’s life doesn’t weigh on his heart the way it used to and maybe that makes him a monster or..maybe it makes him damn good at his job. 

This was simple honestly, if they're not the reason for said breakdown then tell him what is. Not excuses as to why it wasn’t them because clearly that won’t get him any damn where now will it?

“Fuck-...she-she went and saw her dad!” Bingo! He all about choked on that…

 “ ...and she’s been like that ever since...I swear! I swear!” Hands above either side of his head,  shaking like a leaf in the wind, Hosoek could practically see his Adam’s apple bobbing against this throat, as he backed away. 

The shift within the air was palpable, they could’ve gotten whiplash from how quickly his eyes inverted, from pure rage to pain and concern. Shoulders slouched in on themselves as he released a shaky breath from his lungs, staggering backward as he ruffled his fingers through his jet black locks. Almost appearing somewhat winded by the update that he already kinda braced himself for honestly. 

“Fuck”  The word hushed from his lips so faint he doubts any of the men even heard him. Eyes fluttering shut briefly, his opposite hand rested on the bridge of his nose. Squeezing unnecessarily, tight, intentionally re-inflicting the pain he felt maneuvering through his chest!  It wasn’t even a full 30 seconds before he heard something else shatter into pieces, instantly snapping him back to reality, forcing him to reroute his thoughts. 

“How long…” There was a sudden dryness laced within his delivery as if he really didn’t want to know the answer.

“About a hour...or so….” 

“And I’m assuming she insisted on going alone?” No even bothering to make eye contact as a hushed “Yes..” fell from the guards lips. A low hum rang in the back of his throat while his eyes outlined the patterns within the marble, silently trying to pull his shit together before he made his next request….

“Override the security, and buzz me in….” The guards couldn’t help but feel a little shell shocked at how, monotoned, and emotionless his delivery was. One minute they could feel every once of his frustration without Hoseok even opening his mouth! Suddenly, it was like he’d completely removed himself from the entire conversation. Initially, his lack of patience steamed from other bullshit but now, none of that mattered, Germany, the drug deal, none of that even scratched the surface, all that matters right now is you. 

“Boss I don’t thin-”

Gaze slowly rising from the desk, cold, and somewhat feral, not quite sure why he’s being questioned, but right now, but it's definitely not the time! Bringing his nine back level with the guard in question, Hoseok didn’t have to say anything, his middle finger caressing the trigger said it all, expression blank. Gaze daring him to do anything but, buzz his superior in as he asked..nothing more, nothing less. 

Within seconds the center wall which at first glance just looked like a block of white Statuario marble started to shift, exposing all the shattered pieces of decor on the ground. Not even attempting to warn you first because he knew you’d tell him to leave. So instead, he took a deep breath, dropped the gun back onto the desk, cracked his neck a couple times, braced himself, and stepped inside. 

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Ya know, if circumstances were different the site in front of him could actually be somewhat comical. You, standing in the middle of this obnoxiously large gilded office, all dolled up in your heels, tight little LBD, dawning every curve on your body. A wrist full of Cartier and Bvlgari,hair curled...looking like you’re ready for a night on the town. Yet, instead of sitting in the middle of some 5-star restaurant drinking aged Scotch your in here. Angry, winded and breaking shit...really expensive shit at that! 

However, there was nothing even remotely humorous in regards to the reason behind your sudden rage. Honestly, it broke his heart to see you like this! Yes, the heart that most barely believed he truly had, but that’s neither here nor there, the people that matter know it threw and threw. Hoseok could feel the anger radiating off your skin even from where he stood. You were ablaze, nothing but utter rage, doused from your pores, but what made it even worse was the blatant desperation underneath it all. 

Every scream just seemed more and more broken...sure maybe he’s a hypocrite, he breaks shit all the time when he’s angry, hell people and objects included.  But you....this wasn’t you..and this wasn’t a healthy way for you to cope! To be real the only reason he stood there so long was because he needed a second to pull his shit together! The longer he stared at you the more his chest tightened, eyes burned like hell. His fingers twitched at his side trying to resist the urge to just come grab you, but he knew better. 

Sure, in most people's eyes, and by most I mean 99.9% of the population, you’d be the farthest thing from an angel! You lost any ounce of purity yearsss ago, still, in his eyes..there’s no one more untainted then you where it counts! And that’s, all that mattered because he knows better than anyone that you have a heart made of 24kt gold. A heart that needed to be protected at all cost, and clearly at the moment that’s not happening, because he can see it! Shattering all over the place along with very pricy china! 

Chest rising and falling painfully hard against itself, you were damn near blacked out in rage. So much so you didn’t even notice your office doors opening or closing. You, the woman that trained her ear to hear the faint hum of an elevator in an upscale hotel. 

Leaning down until your face was flush with the desk, gripping the edges so hard Hoseok could hear the floor creak. He couldn’t help but notice how flushed your knuckles looked, bouquets of bruises already blooming along the smooth surface. The moment of silence only lingered about….half a second, just long enough for you to recharge and grab something else to hurl at the wall. Voice-breaking before the hiss even fully rolled off your tongue, and that  “Something” was a set of Tiffany’s champagne glasses that you utterly adored! Well aware that wouldn’t go over well once this was all said and done so he figured that was his cue. 

“Y/n…” His voice wasn’t loud enough, abrasive enough, and frankly, you were far too absorbed to even hear him on such a neutering level! Sooo, he tried again. Slipping seamlessly into his…”Boss man”  tenor if you will, adding a dash of base to his voice that you could not only hear..but feel! 

”Baby!”

You startled upon hearing the endearment, head snapping around, body staggering until you fell back onto the corner of the desk. Bracing yourself with one arm, so you didn’t actually fall, chest heaving in short staggered breaths, as you gazed back at him, though it was clear initially you really weren’t looking at him.  

“Don’t!” He could see your body starting to curl in on itself as you shifted under his gaze which currently felt like an uncapped bulb in the middle of an integration room. The warning was too half hearted for him to even acknowledge!!

“Fuckkk''  Cursed from your lips only loud enough for you to hear once you gazed up at the clock through swollen eyes, not even realizing how late it was. Far too consumed in anger to remember that Hosoek was even coming home tonight, infuriating yourself even more because this was the last thing you wanted him to walk in on.  You didn’t want to burden him with the task of having to put you back together again, you’d been doing it just fine yourself for the past 5 or so days since this has secretly become routine as of late! You cry, you break shit, you touch up your makeup, and then you walk out of your office like nothing happened and continue running this 9 figure empire.

 “Just-go-go, back outside….” You were trying to sound strong, determined like you weren’t falling apart, and you were failing...miserably failing, you weren’t in control you were practically begging. The concern in Hoseok’s eyes was more than evident and that made shit even worse. Yet no matter how bad his palms were aching to touch you, he didn’t dare to reach for you yet, he knew your limits, and right now still wasn’t it…He could physically see you shudder as if it  wasn’t a solid 75 degrees outside right now.

The silence was too much, way too much, it felt as though it was ripping you apart, or maybe you were ripping yourself apart? Maybe it’s just harder to hide from yourself when you no longer can drown out your thoughts with the sound of you screaming and breaking shit…

“Fuck, this is about Germany right? Or Amsterdam? Whatever it is, whatever you need from me. You can have it...we can talk I promise, but right now,  I need you to leave…” Trying your damnedest to hold is gaze but it felt impossible because you knew he saw straight through you!

The pause was long enough for him to say something and still...nothing...it was like he was trying to push you enough to finally admit what you really needed from him.

“I just need a minute...t-to pull my shit together and then I’ll be fine, then we can talk.” You were practically whispering, your voice was so trashed and distressed. Forcing yourself to drop an octave, removing any texture from your tone  in order to properly “convey” your message yet he still didn't budge! 

“Hoseok, don’t make me ask again...just-” Shoeing your hand towards the door to replace the word you couldn’t quite get to roll off your tongue. 

Everything about you was contradictory because now you wanted him, your eyes were pleading in agony for him to hold you and make everything disappear. Yet, your tone was dry, removed, as if he was some low-level soldier on the totem pole, not to mention you legit just told him to leave. But oh how your emotions betray you when it comes to Mr. Jung! No matter how much bullshit you just spit out, you really only said one thing...and he heard it clear as day. 

Hoseok already knows, he knows you like the inside of a VP9 Veterinary pistol, no matter how cold your delivery was it didn’t stop him from easing off the wall and invading your space. You could feel him before he even got in within 10 ft of you, his aura already starting to infiltrate your little bubble! His stride was slow, confident, making up for all the things you currently lacked because that’s what a good partner does! 

He could see how hard you were clinging to the table as if you were using that to ground you, afraid of how lost you’d get once he got in arm’s length. This man had a soul that outweighed yours by miles and that was one of your favorite things about him, how deep he could go in more ways than one.  Hoseok didn’t stop until he was standing directly in front of you, close enough for you to taste the speirment on his tongue. Still, he hasn’t touched you and now you really needed him to touch you! The sweet musky scent of his cologne filling your lungs, you could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, god why weren’t the two of you in bed right now? Not even having sex nesicarilly,  just naked, skin on skin...you just wanted to feel him. It’s actually disgusting, the amount of control he has over your entire sense of being at this point. The way even just the slightest touch can completely throw all of your senses out of whack or back in whack I guess I should say.  

“Hmmm, a minute is all you need yeah….” Not even attempting to phrase it as a question because he knew it was all bullshit anyway!  So you didn’t dare respond, not trusting your voice anyway, just keeping your eyes trained on his...getting lost in how bright they looked in contrast to yours. Spreading your legs on instinct so he could get even closer, shifting slightly on top of the desk. 

Hands braced on either side of your frame to give him leverage as he tilted forward. “Well, it seems as though you’ve had….many minutes, hours even..” Eyes wandering around the room observing the mess you’d made, yeah the maids gonna need a bonus after this!  

“It doesn’t appear you having time alone has done you much good so try again baby…”Hoseok had a tenor that was meant for your ears, and your ears only. The typical bright almost giddy little accent to his tone was always replaced by a calmer, warmer one. An underlying element of sensuality that exuded just the right amount of calculated…. control….an effortless sense of dominance if you will.

Staring down at you through hooded lids thoroughly, reading for any ounce of discomfort! Once he didn’t find any... finally, you felt his hands take a firm grip on your waist. Your body tensed initially, hoping to counteract how hard you were still shaking! Hint, you failed, you were practically vibrating against him at initial contact!

“Breathe y/n...” 

“I am, trust me that’s the only thing I can do right now…” There was still a slight bite rolling off your tongue, no matter how winded you sound. However, in Hoseok’s eyes sass is better than silence so carry on! 

Nosing along the side of your neck, right beneath your ear, next to your windpipe, letting him feel how you truly felt, which was unbalanced and a little lost. Your heart rate per 15 seconds was probably double what it was on an average day and yes, Hoseok knows how many times your heart beats per minute on an average day! 

“Baby...” Cooed from his lips almost sympathetically as he slowly started painting a trail down the side of your neck with his lips. 

“Hoseok, I-god-I can’t-” You “can’t “what exactly?  Relax? Give in? Shut your brain off? What “Can't” you do? 

“Yeah, yeah, you can, let me turn shut your brain off for a minute , let me take care of you.” Hands gently ravishing your body, effortlessly sending goosebumps down your spine with every feather-like touch. 

“I’ll give you any, and everything you want, but I won’t leave you alone right now…” The words fanned against your skin making your shiver against him, no matter how calm his tenor was the dominance was clear as day! You didn’t have a say in the matter….

Reclining your neck on instinct giving him more room to work as you tried to clear your mind of any and everything that wasn’t Hoseok as you let your eyes fan shut. 

“Hoseok…” Staggered out heavily feeling like you were choking and he only offering a hum in response, not letting up from his current mestractions….”Fuck, yeah, okay just- just keep touching me...please” You weren’t typically a beggar even in bed but right now you needed him, not int he mood to be sassy or play hard to get, to be honest, you just didn’t have the energy. 

“I’m not going anywhere baby..I’m right here..all here for you..always…in any way you need me…” Palms soothing down your thighs, reaching under to smoothly wrap them around his waist, bringing his hips flush to yours. Once he felt you secure your ankles he reached for your hands, kissing along your knuckles before sliding them under the back of his shirt. Knowing how skinship puts your mind at ease, and the second the pads of your fingers graze his skin...you’re already finding  yourself digging your nails into his shoulders. Ripping a low growl from his throat, as he rocked his hips forward, re-positioning his arms on either side of your body so his forehead was flush to yours. 

“All here for you, in any way you need me..” That seems to hold a lot more weight as of late and no matter how much you’re trying to rid your mind of those thoughts..you can’t, you fucking can’t. Suddenly you’re clawing at his shoulders for a different reason, and it hurts, and not the fun kinda pain either…he hears a faint whimper leave your lips, as you clung to him even tighter.

“Y/n….” He exhales, voice shaking eyes glazed over, welting full of tears he’s praying don’t fall because he needs to be strong for you right now. “Baby” There was a blatant plea laced within that and you...

“I know, I know…” it’s unsaid...though it’s clearly not unsaid because you know...youuuu know, the two of you avoided that word. Maybe because if you said it that makes the idea of losing each other even worse. So for now, you’d just prefer to endlessly show it…....

Talking would just suck ass right now, so you opted for the later and leaned in, it wasn’t soft or delicate..you kissed him hard. Until he was gasping through his nose to breathe while, almost stifling forward,letting your hands wander up his shirt to thread into his hair.  Tugging at his scalp until you heard him moan against your tongue, taking that as your invitation to lick your way into his mouth which he accepts willingly. Reclining his jaw letting you have control because he figured you could probably use that right now.  Your lips moved with such emotion, and just pure passion that you don’t know if you’d ever felt so weak under him..yet powerful all at the same damn time! You almost feel lightheaded, the more you kiss, tongues meeting with such desperation your chest feels like it’s burning. Teeth clashing, nails clawing so hard into Hosoek’s skin it hurts but he doesn’t give a damn.

You tilt your head back giving him free access to do as he pleases and he bites. Hard. Until he rips a moan right off your tongue and it sounds so damn good….Nipping licking and sucking over every inch of skin he can reach. Feenin to hear you moan over and over again...until your lips find his and your clawing at his v-neck for dear life. Yanking at the neckline until you hear it rip, lifting and tugging it until he finally takes the hint….

“Offff” 

“Come take what you want.” Pulling back to allow you to yank it over his head, exposing mounds of warm and toned honey-coated skin, covered in trails of articulately placed ink. A combination of new-aged back and white with hints of watercolor paint his skin, telling an array of stories that you know like the back of your hand at this point!

Tugging him back by the nape of his neck so his chest is flush to yours, the warmth radiating through the fabric of your dress, which didn’t cover much, to begin with. Rolling your hips up into his for slight friction until your moaning back against his tongue again, hands moving down to help you grind at a steady rhythm. The contrast of the rough material of his jeans, against your clit was really fucking you up right now.  

“Hoseok…”

“Baby” He countered in a way that had your curls trying to curl under the pad of your heels! 

“Fuck, Fuck me,” You whispered against his lips intentionally whiney, and he froze instantly, not that he didn’t want to because fuck he wanted to he just...Hoseok’s big on talking shit out. Not one for hiding or aiding emotions, and clearly there’s something wrong here!

“I really,need you right now”  You whisper again, nipping at his bottom lip and now it’s hopeless because this man knows he can’t deny you a damn thing. He hasn’t been able too since the two of you met in Paris, initially as strangers stood on a roof with your Colt Pistols aiming dead in each other’s faces.

You could feel the frustration growling from his throat but still, he kissed you deeper, harder, rocking you against the desk so your laying on your back. Rolling his hips against you slowly just to hear you moan against his tongue. ‘Hoseok!” Yeah, your whiny, and yeah your inpatient…

‘God, the shit you do to me…” Leaning in to steal your breath away with another deep brusing kiss.There was a hint of frustration and disbelief, lingering within that, and you can’t help but smile up at him, soothing your palms down the smooth planes of his chest. Nails idly outlining the array of cherry blossoms painting his skin, framing his collarbone perfectly. Not even trying to hide how much you loved knowing you had the same effect on him, which in laymen’s terms just means your both helplessly and endlessly whipped! 

Being in this deep, with someone within your world is dangerous, even more so when they’re actually in the field,  not hauled up in a castle, like some modern-day Repunzel. It can make you vulnerable, irrational, hypersensitive, but on the flip side, it can also turn you into the most lethal version of yourself where enemies are concerned. Your need to ensure no one stands in the way of whatever you deem your “Happy Ending” to be, becomes insatiable...you’d set cities ablaze for that man and he’d do the same..in a heartbeat! 

Considering that’s the first, and only smile he’s seen from you in days he can’t help but lean down again. Leaving one more lingering kiss against your lips sighing out in content at how laxed and pliant you feel under him, you already know he’s smiling, you can feel Hoseok's teeth against your lips. Tentatively he untangles himself, not before leaning down a good three or four more times to kiss you again. As if he's going far, hell as if your ass was going any damn where to begin with even if he was. 

Smoothing his hands up your thighs, hiking your dress around your waist in the process, hissing at the fact you opted against panties today. The minute he eased your legs apart not only could he smell how much you need him but he could see...the need dripping from your lips. Wiggling your hips a little, as your arched even further onto the oversized glass desk, shoving the mounds of files to the side, your heels gave you the perfect angle to completely spread out. Putting yourself on full display, the slight elevation on your lower half had your hips tipping slightly forward, giving him  access to everything he needed! Your gaze was far  too innocent for his liking as you batted your lashes in his direction. Easing your hands up your body.. taking a little detour to caress your breast in your hands before letting them get lost in your hair. 

An all-knowing smirk playing on your lips as you watch his eyes slowly unravel every inch of your body. If you didn’t know any better you’d think his mouth was watering, stealth fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave a mark. Dropping to his knees..

“I don’t-”

“I know, I know”  Leaning forward until his lips were flush with your inner thigh, eyes trained on yours daring you to look away, jerking slightly when he bit you, then a low moan fell off your lips as he sucked on the spot. 

“You sound so fuckin good” Slurred against your skin, teeth sinking into your thigh even harder this time leaving a larger bite mark. Not pulling back until you squirmed from under him, his name husking off your tongue. 

What you meant earlier was you didn't want him to fully prep you tonight, you wanted the pain, the feeling of him stretching you open around his cock instead of his fingers. The delicious burn that almost makes you feel like your on the brink being split open! But I mean, fuck, look at you, he can’t just..not taste you, right? I mean no he HAS to taste you…

Resting his head against your inner thigh, thumbs kneading your skin while he started to kiss  his way around your bikini line. There seems to be no rush and at the moment you were just enjoying the warmth ghosting off his lips so you laid there content. Then, he leaned forward, placing his lips flush against your clit, leaving an array of solid lingering kisses all the way up your lips. And yeah they were somewhat chaste at this point,but you were feeling real needy  right now so even that had you squirming beneath him. 

“Hoseok” Sighed from your lips as you felt goosebumps spread through your body, gently massaging your nipples through your dress, somewhat teasing yourself instead of giving direct contact. Just allowing your touch to ghost over, until you’re arching into your own hand, pinching even tighter but still not giving your body the full sensation . 

“Y/n” Hoseok replied, calm as ever, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you “God, your so damn sexy…” Slowly his tongue fell from his lips and landed right around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with a moan that shot through every cell in your body. He sucked, and slurped you between his lips so hard, and you damn near smothered him with your thighs on accident. Your body's first instinct was to pull away, there was so much pressure and stimulation being applied to literally the most sensitive region of your body. And it was steady, once he had you wrapped around your tongue that's where you stayed.

“Holy shit-babyyy” Eyes squeezing shut, trying to remember how to breathe!

 Your mind and body weren’t on the same page, thighs practically vibrating on either side of his head and the minute he felt your legs close in, he nipped the skin between his teeth.Forcing you to arch up and away instead of clamping down, a broken cry of his name falling off your tongue as you tried to desperly keep your legs apart. 

He knew you needed a distraction, leaning forward, grabbing your hand and burying it into your hair, making sure you had an almost painfully tight grip on his scalp! You were damn thankful because holding him like this gave you some sense of ground, instead of you feeling like your about to plummet through the glass.

Hoseok always touched you like he wanted too, like he was the one getting off which prompted your next question once the air resurfaced to your lungs. 

“Mmm, fuck your hard for me already aren’t you? Just tasting me get’s my baby hard doesn't it?” You knew the answer but damn if it didn’t feel good to hear him moan it out anyway.

Nipping at your thigh again, this time a little harder “You fuckin, known, what you do to me, I could come right now if I didnt need to feel you come all over my cock” You moaned so loud at that, gripping his scalp even tighter. “That’s it baby, keep me where you want me.” So you did just that. Pushing his head down so he had nowhere to go but your clit, however the smirk you could feel resting against your thigh should've warned you that he was about to rip you apart.

Hoseok circled his tongue around the very tip, meriscally, his strokes were deep and languid, and they ripped you apart. There's no other way to describe the way he’s volleying your pussy around his tongue, right now! The only comparison I can give you is he’s kissing your clit, and every crevice between your lips, as if he was thoroughly exploring every inch of your mouth . He was loud, and messy, in his pleasure where your concerned, the almost primal sound of his lips, and spit smacking against your folds. Low, needy moans vibrating against your skin as if you were the best damn thing he’d tasted all day. Pulling back to spit directly on your entrance, pursing his lips, and blowing , directing it to fall straight in and your body clenched hard. Fuck you needed, him to inside you…. nuzzling his face between your thighs until his nose was flush with your clit. He knew better than to work you open with his fingers so he opted for his tongue. Picking his own lubricate back up with the tip of his tongue and swirling it around the entrance. Moaning at the wall your body naturally started clenching around the muscle. You were a moaning mess beanthe him, hips rocking against his face.

You’re getting antsy now, wiggling your hips harder, you felt like you were close from this alone and that;s not what you wanted “Fuck Hoseok, baby just fuck me…”  Yanking his head until he pulled away, dragging his lips down to meet yours, chin glistening with all traces of you. The kiss was hard, messy,your essence was all you could taste against his tongue, moaning out as he rocked his hips into you. Leaning forward so he could reach into the Hermes gift box which was kinda decoration kinda used to store lube and other shit you really should have in an office! 

The minute he grabbed the bottle you ripped it from his hands, this was the least you could do,plus you just loved how heavy he felt in your palm. Hoseok almost growled as he deepened the kiss, more teeth and tongue than finesse,the kiss is hard, it feels like your both gasping for air the entire time but neither of you want to pull apart. Pulling at his belt with nothing but a whine until he gets the hint and smacks your hand out of the way, within seconds you feel him hit your stomach. Hot, hard, and heavy, and god if you didn't clench so damn hard, he’s literally twitching  on top of you right now.

“Do you even have the slightest idea how fucked up I am for you?  How hard I am and you havent even touched me yet?” 

“Mmm, I don’t know baby it’s been a minute since I’ve seen you...” Your whispers seductive yet taunting,kissing at his jaw and his neck, smiling against his skin at the low moans that spill from his lips. “Tell me..

Digging your heels into his back as you uncapped the bottle, taking an obscene amount in your hand before reaching between your bodies. Ripping a shaky moan from Hoseok's throat once you laced your fingers around his cock. Squeezing just enough to let all the acces lube drizzle down his shaft and land on his balls, he’s just throbbing in your palm right now and your not even moving yet. “Does it make you feel good to know you got me wrapped around your finger? Knowing- I’d- fuck-” Now, your moving,  hand working his shaft, flucuating the way you distribute pressure, loosser at the bottom and tighter twoards the head  becuse thats his sweet spot. Lube just running down your fingers, it’s so damn messy and you love it,he's straight up whining into your mouth right now. Breath fanning against your face as he nuzzles into your skin...lips parted.

“Knowing that you’d what baby?”  Tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, feeling the way his hips twitched above you , so you slow down your pace, and tighten your grip. Hoseok's brows are furrowed chest flushed…..he looks fucking beautiful.

“That I’d kill anyone in a heartbeat for you, that i’d never let a damn thing happen to you” He can't help but rock into your fist even harder, eyes struggling to stay focused but he refuses not to look at you.. “Does that get to you the same way it does me? Because I still get hard thinking about the way you went toe to toe with Jin’s father about me that night in Italy.” Trailing his tongue down the side of your jaw nibbling ever so slightly “That,was-fuck-the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.”

“God, I-...” Licking your way back into his mouth as you continued working him in your hand, moving your thumb over his tip, smearing the mounds of precum into the excessive lube .“Yeah, fuck yeah, it turns me on wayy more than it should. I shouldn't want you to be reckless when it comes to me but god if it's not sexy as all hell knowing you would be…” 

“And I would” he responds with zero Hesitation….

The sudden passion somewhat catches you off guard honestly, and the fire burning through his eyes as he said that is….stifling to say the least. 

“You’d go to war with me baby?” You didn't intend to shift the mood this heavy, yet you couldn't help the way it just vomited off your tongue. Maybe it’s your subconscious talking right now, still trying to fight it’s way through regardless of your current surroundings! 

Reaching up to cup your jaw, tilting your chin upwards, placing the most fragile kiss along your lips . “With you, for you, anyway you spin it the answer is yes...a hundred times over baby it’s yes…” The ache you currently felt coursing through your veins for this man right now...

“I need you in me. Now. I promise will go slow...please let me do this” 

Hoseok held your gaze for a moment before responding, searching your eyes for any hesitation “‘And you’ll tell me if it’s too much..” Grip firm around your waist, not even bothering to phrase it as a question because it wasn’t one...

‘Promise…” Placing the tip right at your entrance,and Hoseok can feel your heat trying to pull him in but he retreats. Giving you full control, keeping your eyes trained on his, well aware that’s what he needed to make sure, he could gauge our pain whether you wanted to admit it or not. Initially, nothing happened neither of you moved, just the faint suction of your very neglected pussy trying to suck him in.

 “I said I wanted you to fuck me...you know my body better than I do..make me take you…” 

‘I-” Yeah. Hoseok.Exe stopped working because he definitely wasn't expecting that, thinking you’d just rock yourself down, not that you wanted him to gauge your restience! Nails raking down his back as you roll your hips against him, making sure he can feel how warm and wet you are, how ready you are..positioning your lips to moan right against his ear.

“Fucking come’re” Hosoek leans forward smashing his lips against yours so hard it hurts, grabbing your legs, bracing them on either side of his shoulders. Sliding your hips forward until the backs of your thighs are flush with his chest, and your red bottoms are facing the ceiling. Gripping his length, teasing the head up and down your folds, as he left a trail of open wet mouthed kisses down your jaw,behind your ear, over to your neck. Ending with his lips nuzzled against your ear…returning the gesture “Missed you, touching you,” Exensuating each word with a kiss “The sound of your voice, waking up to you, being inside you...” Rocking his hips against yours deep, and hard.

You can’t even help but moan at just the mention of him being inside again after what feels like months “Want you, need you....” You’re in rare form tonight, yeah, your always a little submissive with him but not to this extent. 

“Your really tryin to break me today huh?” Tugging your lobe between his teeth before suctioning his lips around your jaw, at this angle Hoseok had the fronts of your thighs colliding with your chest. If he even considers  bringing you back this deep once he’s in you...it’s game over…”You ready?” 

“God yes” Soothing your hands up his stomach once he pulled back, skin hot to the touch and initially nothing happens, just the pressure of Hoseok's tip. Wiggling your hips playfully gives him a little incentive, so he starts to rock forward, and suddenly play times over! Your body freezes dead in its tracks...Hoseok's eyes stay trained on yours the entire time and your jaw clenches at the exact moment your pussy clamps down around his tip. As if you're trying to reroute the pressure elsewhere…A slight whine spills form your lips which lets him know there is still some pleasure laced within all of this.

‘Touch me, keep touching me baby….” Somehow Hoseok appears to be offensively calm regardless of the vice like grip you currently have around him! The request was more for you than him, knowing how much you needed his warmth right now! Clearly your not even close to being settled enough for him to come down flush level yet. So, this will have to do,taking your hands in his, guiding them down his body leisurely. Leading your fingers on a little field trip, sighing contently once you feel how warm and toned he is, how strongly his body reacts to your touch. The way every muscle twitches as you ghost over it, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Subconsciously you found yourself leaning towards his touch, hissing out once you shifted a little too much for the moment.

“You still with me baby?” 

Nodding slowly as you try to focus, steading your breathing as much as possible, you wanted, no, needed to feel him like this! He can see the pain coursing through your body as the two of you still hold each other's gaze, which is the only thing keeping you grounded right now. Resting his head against your inner thigh, kissing along your skin once he feels his tip breach your quivering entrance. And it’s tight , fuck it’s tight, your body feels like it’s buring from the inside out once you swollow the swell of his head between your lips. Your jaw slacks open and nothing comes out, he’s not even sure if your breathing right now but what he does know is your eyes are still open and focused on Hoseok. 

“Goddamn” Hoseok groans deep and low head lulling back and finally he sounds just as fucked up as you,hand taking a bruisingly hard grip on your hips. He’s actually trying to shift back a little, so he can rock back in, but he can’t. You won’t let him go,“You gotta-shit, you gotta  let me breathe a little baby….fuck” He’s winded and using every once of self control he has to stay stationary, even though your applying a dangerous amout of pressure to the most sesentive regin of this mans shaft. The tip, that's all that's suctioned between your heat and your squeezing him like your trying to break him, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.  

 So you try, fuck you try, exhaling then inhaling then exhaling again, attempting to get all your msucles to relax. Only problem is your not even clenching around Hoseok’s cock, you just have him trapped. Your just clamped tight, so tight it hurts, on both ends! He can feel your thighs shaking around him, pulling inwards as if your bodies trying to curl in on itself , and he knows this isn't going to work! He’s hissing hard too, nails digging into the swell of your ass, and thankfully once the two of you make eye contact yours are daggering into him with a silent plea. And he already knows what you want! The real issue is there’s way too much swirling around your head mentally for you to have full control over your senses right now. So, that's when you render him full control of any and every inch of your being to do as he pleases in order to give you what you need.

“Ho-Seok...fuck just-” 

 Reaching out for one of your hands so you can squeeze his as hard as you need, kissing along your knuckles.”Yeah?” 

“Yeah!” Tilting your head back with a beathy whine, squeezing his fingers even tighter….

 “You trust me?” Nodding without hesitation “I need you, to keep your eyes open, and focus, can you do that for me baby? ”  It’s a lot but Hoseok knows your limits and if it was truly too much he’d pull out, you can take it, all of it. Shifting your thighs so there now wrapped around his waist as opposed to above his head.  Pouring an obscene amount of lube on the remainder of his shaft, not even bothering to rub it in, just letting the excess drip onto the table. 

“And if you can’t get your colors out?” 

“Pinch you...I’m good, I know you got me...”A lazy smile tugging on your lips as you just try to stay calm.

“On the count of three, take a deep slow breath through your nose...and don't exhale until I tell you too” Hoseok cups your cheek and you nuzzle into it, kissing the tips of his fingers, you can feel them trembling though he’s trying to appear at ease.. 

“K” Yes wide, but focused, determined...a  little stubborn but hell you've already started right? 

Hoseok's eyes flutter shut briefly, taking in a deep slow breath of his own, making sure he’s in the right headspace to guide you through this. Once those big brown eyes of his creek open and your gazes meet again it’s heavy. Hosoek’s eyes are blown out, half lided, already glazed over, he just looks like sex...and he looks like hes about to break you in all the right ways! 

Adjusting his grip on your hip, steadying himself, thumbing at your side, “Count with me….1” God, the textures in this man's voice where unreal, he just sounds so damn smooth, the hushed command had so much control, and warmth wrapped up in all of 4 words.

He rocks forward, barely...just to see if you’ve loosened up and you still haven’t budged... Flicking his chin in your direction indicating he wanted you to continue…

“Two…” You’d be lying if you aid your heart wasn;t hammering in your ears as you let a deep breath start to fill your lungs.

“Three” Whispped through clenched teeth and he didn’t hesitate, rocking back just a little so he has better leverage tilting his hips upwards and he watches your eyes widen..thighs tense but he doesn't stop. Redirecting all of his weight into his abdomen, grinding down with a deep, heavy roll of the hips, you can feel every muscle in his back within this first thrust. Your fingers twitch in his hold, eyes glazing over relatively quickly, but your still looking at him, barely but you are. Even Hoseok’s breathing a little shaky, brows furrowed, but he's in, his tips fully past your entrance “Let it out baby….” 

And you do, whimpering hard, as a choked out breath hippicus through your chest, initially you were expecting him to pause. Give you a minute to adjust to the initial stretch…..Nope…

He doesn't stop, he's still rolling forward and now your gasping and whimpering all over again, even louder this time! Hoseok’s thumbs bruising the hell out of your hips but you don’t have him stop, you can’t! Your mind and body needs this right now, the tension the burn,all of it! 

“That’s it…” Even though his restricted breathing you can hear the fondness dripping off his tongue. “ Focus on me, I got you” The more he breaches his way through your heat the more the wind gets knocked out of your lungs but it’s good, it’s soo damn good! You manage to somewhat choke out his name and he just hums in response, biting down on his bottom lip in concentration. Untangling his hand from yours to brace both on either side of his head. Hoseoks pushing through steadily now,morphing his way through your heat that’s still trying to fight against him but he doesn't stop.No matter how hard you pulsing around him, Hoseok's shaft drags forward until his balls meet the swell of your asss. And finally he’s right on top of you, your bodies trembling beneath him so he gently lowers himself. Bringing his chest flush to yours letting your wrap your arms around his neck. Clawing your way down his back, intentionally releasing some of the tensions coursing through your veins. Licking his way back into your mouth, kissing deep, and messy until your light headed and desperate. Endless Moans richoching against one other, his palms soothing down your thighs. 

Everything pauses for a while, neither of you move, your both panting hard into each other's mouths while you adjust and Hoseok's not rushing you either. Wanting you to relax a little so he doesn't come after all of 2 strokes, idily  tracing patterns against your skin. Finally able to feel your breathing even out, muscles becoming more laxed beneath him!

“You ready for me baby?,”

All you can do is moan in response, still so overwhelmed, squeezing your legs around his waist as hard as you could so he at least knows your still with him. 

So he does, pulling out and pushing back in, and your eyes automatically roll back at the feeling. It’s still tight as fuck but he’s somehow managing to weave his way through. .

“Hurts?”  He can’t help but ask since your thighs are still shaking a little, and you nod honestly.

“Good pain? Good enough to make my pretty baby come?” More of a statement than a question, you can hear the smirk in his voice, as he kissed down your jaw. Trying to distract you a little,sucking a couple bruises along the front of your neck . Edging his way back and forth building up a steady tempo, and finally Hoseok can feel the shift. He’s able to breathe within you a little better, your letting him wade in a little deeper! 

You exhale shakily and nod again, feeling him shift off of you, repositioning your legs on either side of his shoulders.Leaning forward pressing all his weight into his arms until your thighs are flush to your chest. 

Your mouth opens and closes, kinda like a fish outta water, you do it a few times but not shit comes out.

“Baby…” Kissing up your inner thigh as he gently rocks forward , slowing down a little so you can feel the slow drag of his cock pull you apart. Back arching ever so lightly, moaning out low and wanton “Your so, sexy, doin so good for me” Nuzzling against your skin, nipping lightly at your inner thigh. 

“Your deep” The word barley leaves your tongue “Fuck, faster..”

“Yeah?”

Before you can even respond he snaps his hips forward and you almost scream, nails digging into his disciples as he stares down at you with a smirk that’s..real concerning considering the position he has you in. So he does it again, pulling his cock halfway out and rocking forward, 

“That’s it, that’s what my baby needed,” Hoseok whispers and thrust forward even harder this time, rocking up on the heels balls of his feet as if he’s aiming for your damn ribcage. 

Your mouth falls back open, looking like you wanna moan but you can;t every exhale gets cut off by another deep roll of the hips,repositioning himself so he braced with one arm. Running the other up your face, into your hair, before cradilling your jaw, thumbing at your bottom lip which you nip and suck into your mouth. Humming out contently, as you lick a stipe up his index and middle finger, not missing the way Hoseok’s cock twitches at the added stimulation. 

“Look at you…..” Eyes trailing down your body agnoniziling slow, taking in each and every detail as if it’s the very first times he's ever seen you like this. And still, you can’t help but shutter at the genuine astonishment burning through those lust filled eyes of his. Which eventually land on the site that his is cock dissappring between your wet and swollen pussy, lips just sprawled over his balls just the way he likes “ My baby's so good for me hmm?

“Always…” you whisper eyes rolling back,,completely glazed over, as his fingers fallback from your lips, every inch of your skin feels like it’s on fire right now.

Hoseok gets lost for a minute, watching the way your so pliant and trusting with him, eyes squeezed shut just letting yourself get consumed by all things Hoseok! Pulling back just enough to spit directly on your clit. The texture has your eyes flying open the instantly rolling shut once he brings his thumb down to work the bud at a swift steady pace. 

“Fuckkkk” Whimpering loudly in repsonse “Don’t stop, fuck harder..” And that he does, harder faster every thrust has his balls smacking against your ass. “Fuck, yes! Fuck, you feel so good…” 

“Yeah, yeah...your right there...come on baby…” He can feel you pulsing even harder against him. Not that you ever fully stopped but the tensions different now, more constricted…..he starts thrusting home hard! Spitting an even bigger wad on your clit, mixing it with the extra lube dripping down his balls as he continues ripping your nerves wide open. 

“Fuck, kiss me!” Whiney and bossy as per usual!

Smacking his hand away, exchanging it for your own so you can drag him down and take what you need, placing  your index and middle finger straight to the clit, which was rock hard. Applying as much pressure as possible, until the friction almost burns. Feeling your release dangling right in front of your face.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come...” You whisper out  all of a sudden slowly rocking your hips forward trying to meet his thrust though it’s  kinda hard in this position. 

“Yeah? You gonna come all over my cock? Then let me fill you up until I’m dripping down your thighs...” The kiss is messy more tonuge and teetht han skill, he can feel you, your right fucking there, thrusting into so hard it almost hurts.

Your eyes widen, brows furrowing to the center of your face, breath shuttering in your throat, mouth just parted against his, then your eyes squeezed shut. Fingers still working your clit, and your coming, silent at first until your crying out, voice shattinger , nails dragging from the nape of hoseok's neck down his back! He dosen’t stop fucking you, not even for a second, going just as, and fast as he was before, while you whitherbenathe him. The second he feels you try and pull your hand away he drops his hips even lower, restricting any movements. 

“Don’t fucking stop! Keep coming until I do, I'm right there,ride this out with me baby” He all about growls at you, and you don’t even dare to disobey, to be honest you don’t wanna stop. Body almost working on autopilot to chase the buzz running through your body, running towards it as much as your trying to run away…it’s too much but it’s soo good!

He’s thrusting into you as hard as he can but fuck if his biceps aren’t on fire and he just can’t finish the way he wants...the way he needs. So he pulls out, fast, barley giving you time to whine nevertheless realize what's going on and he slides over next to you. Lying back on the desk and grabbing you within seconds, sinking you back down onto his cock in one swift notion. Nails digging into your hips as he fucks you down onto him, hard, short thrust rip through your body, not making you do a damn thing but try and hang on for the ride! Your gasping hard, tossing your head back once you reconnect your hand with your clit. Attempting to roll your hips down and meet the pace he’s set but it's merciless… and he’s picking up speed quickly. 

“jesus-fuck-Ho-oseok!” Your nails are raking into this man's chest so hard you wouldn't be surprised if you broke skin but he’s groaning deep and that’s only egging you on! 

His honey coated complexion’s just dripin, brows furrowed, eyes barley ajar, Hoseok seems to be returning the favor. His thumb is about a second away from leaving a permanent indentation and it hurts but you need it. Not even a question as to if you guards can hear you or not your loud! Voice trashed, and very swipe of the hand has you jerking and twitching above him because your clits sentive as all fuck, but goodamn if he dosen’t look good, forhead sweaty  jaw slacked. 

“Y/n, Y/n, fuckk” He’s whining high and needy, heats rashing over his body, and you feel his balls tighen against your ass, and now he turly is right there. You can feel him twitching hard inside you.

“Come onnn baby, you know I fuckin want it, you know I wanna be fu-” There’s a choked out tear rolling down your cheek your bodies spazing so damn hard, it’s painful. Before you can even make sense of what’s happening your crying, and your clenching and coming all over again, your bodies completely spent. Toppling on top of him, instantly because...what the hell just happened?? 

 You clamp down tight around his cock unintentionally, body just luid, and spasming above him and you both moan and that’s when he comes, hard. Eyes open, and locked with yours, a low goan of your name falling from his lips as he spills into you. Hoseok’s shaking beneath you but he doesn't even try to pull out, reaching up to gently brush the tears off your cheek. Taking your hand in his, and sucking those same two fingers into his mouth, eyes locked with your as he does so, and your too damn spent to even react properly. Slowly he still continues thrusting into you, leaning up to press a couple soft kisses against your lisp, humming contently as you taste yourself.  Adjusting his grip so he has one hand, caressing the back of your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. Rubbing slow soothing circles down your spine, as he cards his fingers through your hair, your chest heaving together in unison as your bodies slowly come down. 

“Hi” The words hush off your tongue with a lazy, and utterly exhausted smile, eyes too heavy to open until you feel his teeth pressing against your lips. Letting you know he's smiling too and I mean, fuck, who are yuo to declien a front row seat to to watch the sunrise!

“Hi baby…”  Leaning up to press another linger kiss against your lips as his hips to a halt, just letting you simmer around him. Even the slight stimulation was enough to have both of you moaning out in overstimulation...

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The comedown was always slow between the two of you so it’s not a surprise that your bodies and tongues stayed tangled together long after Hoseok came. Eventually, the desk got a little uncomfortable, Hoseok's damn near stuck to it ,there's so much heat radiating off his skin.  So he wraps you in his arms and plops the two of you down on the couch. All the while , his cocks still bured between your lips, your dress is still flipped over your ass and his jeans and hanging low against his thighs! 

“How you feelin?”Pressing delicate kisses all over your face, hands rubbing your inner thighs because he knew they were burning by now.

“Tired” You pouted, mumbling slightly...

“Well, I guess I did my job then huh?” A faint smirk tugging on his lips, as he kissed down your jaw….

Once the two of you settled on the couch Hoseok waits a moment, opting to see if you’d want him to pull out though he should’ve known better, the two of you fall asleep like this more times than not! Gently stroking his fingers down your back in hopes it would coax you into talking without him having to pry it out of you!  The longer you lot sat in silence the faster your heart rate got, Hoseok could actually hear it echoing throughout the room. Leaning down to press a flurry of kisses into your scalp trying to ease you in anyway he could. Eventually, the T-rex in the room was starting to feel a little suffocating sooo...

“He’s just not...doing well, like…. at all…” Tone flat, as if you were trying to remove yourself from the situation at hand. Purposely nuzzling into the side of his neck, bussing yourself with the chains dawning his collarbones. The lack of eye contact wasn’t because you were embarrassed it’s because you just really didn’t wanna cry. You came wayyyy too hard your body can’t handle shit else! 

“I know-I know we’ve known this for a while…” There was this really thick lump hammering in your throat that really didn’t want to leave, the stability within your tone was swiftly heading south. Hoseok could hear it too, no matter how muffled you sound, suddenly more kisses were being pressed into your scalp.

“I guess, I was just fucking naive because he was doing soooo damn good earlier in the year ya know? ” Eyes fluttering up to meet his tentatively, your lashes fanning his skin gave that away, and he gazed down instantly. A dry chuckle leaving your throat, shaking your head as if your the butt of your own joke, but didn’t find it funny nor did he find it naive. 

Holding you even tighter, if that was possible…Those big brown eyes of his were soft and so damn fond of you it was actually ridiculous. If only your enemies could see you now, two of the most notoriously cutthroat people in the industry, throwing googly eyes back and forth! Looking like a couple in some cheesy Netflix romcom! Leaning down to press a lingering kiss on your lips, not pulling back until you released the breath that apparently only he knew you were holding. 

 ”Listen to me baby, there’s nothing naive about being hopeful, there’s also no handbook on how to handle your father dying. Even if you know it’s coming sooner than later..doesn't make any of this shit easier...”

“I know but...fuck…” Shifting slightly so your sitting more upright arm propped on the cushion behind his shoulder. “It’s just a lot, because I feel like I can’t fully do my job because if I do, I’ll miss something. Maybe I’ll miss...it, I mean Germany for fuck’s sake! That’s totally something I’d typically go on..instead, I forced y-”

Leaning down to press his lips against yours again, hoping you’d get the hint “In case you forgot..I volunteered, you never asked...you didn’t have too. And my job, for the record, is whatever you need it to be!” There was nothing but fire blazing into your eyes right now, he needed you to feel that, that he’s here for whatever you need..whenever you need it...however you need it! 

“I know, Seok-baby I know, and I appreciate that more than you’ll ever know” Reaching out to cup his jaw, melting at the way he instantly nuzzled into your palm before giving it a kiss. 

“However, I’m suppose to be in charge, I’m suposed to be in control, and I’m not.. I’m already falling apart and he’s not even gone yet…” That sentence alone had you feeling like you wanted to throw up! “I mean can you fuckin imagine how much of a wreck I’m gonna be?” Hoseok could hear how agitated you were getting so he opted to just stay quiet until he was sure you were done talking…

“Seok, I’m going to fall a fucking part-” You tried to turn your head before the tear rolled down your cheek but you failed, voice breaking off before you could even continue your thought. Hastily whipping your face as if you were mad at yourself for being so emotional right now. Nails daggering into his but he didn’t pull away, he let you be, he’s felt way worse. 

“This empire, his, empire is going to fall, apart, and any legacy my family ever had will  go up in flames! And who’s fucking fault will that be!? Huh? Not my brothers, Nothing’s ever his fault, how the hell does that work out!?” Your voice was hammering so hard in your chest it almost sounds as though your speaking straight into an industrial fan!

“ The one who fucked up everything gets to just ease by like nothing ever happened! Cause lord knows he’s too too damn much of a junkie to even tie his fuckin shoes nevertheless run the family business! It’s not that I didn't want this, I just don’t think I’m ready...nobody asked me if I was ready, my own fuckin brother never even offered to help like-I-fuck!” 

And now your crying again, great, great…..your first instinct was to get up, get away, move, break more shit I don’t know! Just anything, but sitting in this man’s lap, those assassin reflexes though, Hoseok caught your thigh before you could completely ease off the couch. Shifting your weight again, helping you pull out, you were far too gone to even react to the slight sting you should’ve felt. Slamming you back down so your hips were flush against his pelvic bone, holding you so your body hovered over him. You knew the position was so he could look straight through your damn soul but you couldn’t handle that right now….eyes fluttering down to your lap instead. 

“Y/n” No, he needed you to look at him, gently reaching down to cup your tear-stained face, eyes, and nose rivaling a blowfish!  

“And I say again…you don't have to do this alone anymore. I’m here for you, for you my baby, in any, and every way you need. You wanna regroup and brainstorm as to how I can help more let’s do it, if you need me on the field more let’s fuckin do it! Whatever you need to make this easier just tell me .” His pause was intentional holding your gaze, making sure you felt that. Allowing you to search his eyes for any hints of uncertainty that he already knew you’d never find. 

“And if you fall apart guess what!? I’ll be there to help put you back together time, and time again...and this empire will be fine. Stop, stop thinking everyone’s gonna leave you, you’ve been acting as your father’s second in command since you were 19! More importantly, you’ve been running shit with very little delegation for well over a year and if anything this operation flourished. Give yourself more credit, everyone here thinks highly of you, and not because they have too...it’s because your someone worth being admired. Regardless of how dirty our work may be, you and I both know there’s still a way to run this with some heir of dignity! “ 

Reaching up to grab you by the nape of your neck, bringing your forehead down to rest against his own...hoping it would ground you a little “You got this baby..and you got me...I’d burn down the world for you in a second if need be and you know it! Imma get you through this...I promise!”

You let your eyes flutter shut briefly, trying to calm down, you could feel him pressing light kisses against your tear stained cheeks and you couldn't help but smile. Yeah, it was small, definitely did not reach your eyes but it was something...

“I know we aren’t the most honorable people, and he won’t get some fuckin gold plaque like the Mayor when he dies but my dad was a very honorable man for the work he did. And I’ve always tried to do the same, I just..fuck I just want him to be proud of me….I mean at least that.”  Your face hurts you were trying so hard not to cry anymore, a shaky breath ghosting off your lips. 

“He’s already never gonna see me, grow old or walk down the aisle or-.fuck..”  Shit…Hoseok look’s utterlly terried as to where this is going....

“Fuck, he’s never gonna see me walk down the aisle one day” Eyes wide, panicked I guess this was the first time you’d had that thought...the first time you’re really thinking about all the things you’d have to do without him. You've always promised yourself that regardless of how crazy your world is...eventually once you're settled you’d stop denying your heart of its desires! 

Having someone to endlessly love and share this empire with is something you’ve always wanted...and something your father always told you, you deserved and would have one day! 

“Hes nev- holy shit what if I have ki-oh my god.” Every word felt as though it was strangling you, as it hiccups from your chest “ Oh. My. God ” Now this was a lot, this was pain strong enough to split you in half, all the thoughts you’d been avioding suddenly rushed to the surface! 

Your full blown sobbing into the side of his neck … and Hosoek’s heart hurts , fuck it hurts. slouching down into the couch, engulfing your body into his arms which only made you cry even harder. Ya know what makes it even worse? Is that there isn’t a damn thing he can do about this kinda pain. There’s no one he can shoot or stab to make it go away and it’s fucking gut-wrenching, as your body breaks apart above him . 

“Shhh,your okay baby, it’ll be okay….” Even Hoseok didn’t believe that, he didn’t have the slightest idea as to how he was going to get you through losing the first man you ever loved! But fuck if he wasn’t going to try! 

“Listen to me, stop, don’t do that to yourself” Gripping the sides of your face tight enough in his palms to force you ro focus on him and only him. “Let’s get you home alright? Will talk about work and all the other bullshit later you just need-”

“Y/n! Y/n!” 

Who the actual hell...

The sound of someone squawking your name like they’d lost their damn minds had both of you rerouting your attention. Completely shattering the moment causing your body to tense on command. Your brains been wired for so many years to just cut off emotions at the blink of an eye it almost happens on autopilot now! Zoning in on the chaos that appears to be unfolding outside your door and within seconds your pain becomes old news! Which is….just great for your mental health but carry on! 

You could hear your guards all standing outside the door trying to calm whoever this person is with a very clear death wish down. However, they didn’t seem to falter.

“Y/n, open the damn door now! This is serious you can’t just shut me out like this!!” 

But wait, wait, wait, random’s don’t just get acess into the compound so there’s only so many options…

Then, you start to recognize the tenor...and so does Hoseok, and he’s fucking livid. You could literally feel every muscle in his body tense from beneath you. Reaching down to snatch you off his lap, and tucking  himself back into his pants so damn fast you almost got whiplash. If he wasn’t soft before he definitely was now! 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me!” Striding over to your desk to grab your Glock34 from the drawer. 

“I fuckin told him not to come here today...” Growled through gritted teeth, as he reloaded your gun, spinning the barrel. 

Shit.

”Yn! YN! We need to talk about what’s going on with dad!” The slow-motion drawl said it all, he’s high as hell and it’s your fucking brother…

“Ohhh, he wants to talk about your father?!” Tone loud and Exaggeratedly cheerful as they leave his lips sing song esque “Of fucking course he does!” 

“Hoseok-” Yeah, this wasn’t ending well, swiftly readjusting your dress back around your thighs. Though your thighs felt like a damn slinky you still ran over to barricade yourself in front of the door! The door that your brother was still banging on like a fucking idiot!

“Jason. Leave!!!” Praying the distress resonated through the pans of marble, your just now realizing how gone your voice truly is, honestly you don’t even know if he heard you. But for his sake, you hope it did, because it Hoseok gets through this door...

“Nooo,Jason stay!” 

“Hoseok…” Bracing your hand firm against his chest, pushing him away from the door. The warning laced within your tone was clear as all hell, no matter how brittel it was .

“Nah, he wants to talk, let’s fuckin talk! He’s the last thing you need to be worrying about right now, considering he only gives a fuck about you when he’s tapped out of his monthly allowance! What? All of a sudden he cares so deeply about your father?” Brow arched knowingly “ Let him even fix his mouth to say the word “Will” and I will buss a cap so far up his asshole, he’ll cough out all the coke he’s been sniffin’!”

“Y/n, I can have him escorted-”

“One second Spade!” That mans been around since you were in middle school. You know the sound of his voice anywhere, yeah even muffled through a marble wall.

“Comere” Tone dropping to a purr, that you knew wans’t fair but fuck it, no matter how angry he’s on you in seconds, like I said...he can’t deny you anything. 

Leaning forward to wrap your arms around his waist and you can feel how tense his body is initially...yet he still instinctively lets his hands find their home right on the swell of your ass. The edge of the glock resting against your waist…..

 “Baby, I know your angry, and I know that’s mostly because of me, hell I was just chewing him out a second ago. But at the end of the day he is my brother and that is our dad...that’s damn near on a fuckin resperator. I know how to keep him at arms length... I don’t have the mental capacity for this right now. But, I’m gonna open that door, and see what the hell he wants, and I need you, for me...to just chill. If he gets outta line I’ll have him escorted out.”  He physically growled at that, Hoseok would much rather handle this on his own.

Leaning up to card your fingers through his hair, acting as if you didn't even notice his little tantrum “I really need you by my side tonight, and I need you to stay calm,because I’m far from it. Let’s hear him out and if he steps out of lines he’s out.” 

Wrapping his hand around the one you have laced within his hair “You already know I can’t say no to you!” He’s pissed about it too, long gone are the days when he could just do what he pleased regardless of who it affected. 

“But I swear to go Y/n, if and when he steps outta line-fuck-you just better make sure,  your boys are ready to throw his ass out ...because if I do it...he’s gonna end up in the ER for more than just wirthdrawls!”

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THAT’S ALLL SHE WROTE FOR NOW…KINDA I ALSO WROTE HALF OF PART TWO, SO IF YOU ENJOYED SHOW THIS SOME LOVE AND COME TALK TO ME! My GENERAL RULE OF THUMB IS AS LONG AS SOMETHING GETS AT LEATS 100 LIKES I’LL CONSIDERING ADDING TO IT DOWN THE LINE!

ALSO,  A LITTLE BONUS BECAUSE I DID MAP OUT THE FIRST 4 CHAPTERS BACK WHEN I WROTE THIS...

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It’s clear the OC’s brother will probably/definitely be an issue, in more ways then one! As well as her father is obviously going to die, like, within the first couple of chapters.

Her family’s association is called “Grim” and she’s commonly known as “The princess of the Grim clan”. 

There is a 2nd member set to be introduced in part 2 that will eventually work for the OC...hint it’s a makane! He tries to robe one of their local establishments and well...clearly that probably won’t end too well…

Jin is a mob associate...his family's Forbes ranked multi-million dollar empire was founded with blood money! Sooo, he’s a mutual between “Grim” and “The King Tapian’s”.

3 of the other members are in another association overseas called “The King Tapian’s”. A name she’s heard of, as they have one hell of a rep but they’ve never “officially” crossed paths. That is, until another death within the mob world which brings a new territory on the market! One that her fathers been eying for years over in Europe! (Another hint, they kinda join forces and eventually agree to co-inhabit the area in efforts to shove another “shysterier” gang out, which in turn starts a little war if you will!) The other members would be a sub-focus however It was undecided as to how big of a part they’d all play!

 Lastly, the final member is a freelance hacker/hitman that knows Hoseok very well, so much so the pair used to fool around back in the day so yes that would make him BI! 

I was also undecided if I wanted to incorporate another member sexually or not...as I’d dabbled with the idea of them being in an open relationship! There was also the possibility of making the “King Tapian” Boys lowkey poly! Either solely male on male or maybe throw in the idea of a minor female character who i’d name so there’s no confusion! 

The overall gist of the story was essentially the OC finding her footing after her father dies. Making her own path as one of the only women in charge on the black market! While also creating some allies and gaining of course some enemies along the way! Regardless this would also be a Hoseok centered series with the possibility of semi regular OT7 guest appearances!

  Love you as always,

Rocki,

[shes-fast-like-me]

pleaseee share ur bpd hcs thanks

!!!! aaaaaaa okay!!!

(i mixed in Some adhd hcs becus i feel like for him those two are a lil connected becus of the symptoms overlapping. also tw for self harm, substance abuse, suicide, etc.)

octavio was diagnosed with adhd as a kid and y'kno, rejection sensitive dysphoria is one of the things that comes with it so when he started noticing his emotions being Really disregulated and his reactions being different from other people's he just kinda blamed it on that. he didn't get a bpd diagnosis until he was 21 when he went to rehab and that was the first time he had ever even heard of the disorder

he did start to go to dialectical behavioural therapy at 24 after he joined the games though because ajay urged him to

he's definitely impulsive type and self-destructive type. has zero impulse control and gets bored really easily do he just Does things to pass the time, anything that pops into his head. with the self-destructive type, he also has no self preservation at all. his stunts are absolutely a result of his bpd. he needs the attention and thrives off the adrenaline but he honestly doesn't care how injured he gets which worries a lot of people, especially ajay

chronic boredom is HELL for him and probably his biggest symptom overall. he cannot handle it at all and he needs to keep himself entertained. he'd set himself on fire and record it just to give himself something to do tbh

substance abuse is common to come along with bpd and yep. stim is kinda addictive. he's used other drugs before and he's gone to rehab for it but he hasn't gotten much better esp since using stim on live tv is now his fulltime job

he is so stubborn and he sees things in such black and white, the voicelines where he calls enemies the "bad guys" comes to mind. everything is either good or bad no in betweens and trying to change his mind is sometimes near impossible. he's the good guy and everyone else in his way is bad

he's got a bit of a god complex but ykno surviving impossible stunts and being insanely rich does that to you.

ajay has been his favourite person pretty much his whole life as she has also been his only real friend growing up. veryyy clingy to her but can go weeks just ignoring her and being distant for no reason other than to avoid feeling as hurt when she finally abandons him which she never really does becus she's scared of how he would react

him getting blocked by her hurt a LOT and he had a whole breakdown over it. he hated himself more than anything n defs did something stupid to try to take his mind off of it but she forgave him in the end and he completely forgot abt being upset becus zero emotional permanence

speaking of emotional permanence unless you actively talk to him and reassure him you don't hate him he Will think you hate him

sooo sensitive you could make the smallest joke at his expense and he will run off and get himself hurt. think of that quest dialouge where ajay made fun of his pants and he almost got himself eaten by prowlers

with that sensitivity come intense mood swings. anger and sadness are probably the worst for him but he usually turns it inwards rather than express it outwards

i genuinely hc that the gauntlet stunt was a suicide attempt i just can't shake that thought out of my head like he is definitely suicidal

he cries a lot but not in front of people. he got made fun of it as a kid so he tries his best to hide it. good thing abt the mask is that when he gets teary eyed people can't see it

the only time that he is quiet is when he's dissociating the fuck out. ajay's caught onto it by now and she sometimes tries to help out. usually he gets triggered by overstimulation like the room being too bright or if something reminds him of a traumatic event or his father

this is canon actually and probably mostly due to the adhd but this comes along with bpd sometimes as well; he stims All The Time. tapping his feet was a big one but now that he doesnt actually feel them anymore he's started doing other things like shaking, rocking or swaying in place, flapping his hands and snapping his fingers, etc.

he gets fixtated on things a lot like his favourite animals or music or cars and motorcycles but he can just as easily drop it all and start hating it for no reason because random splits just Happen sometimes. he has a Bunch of useless facts about things like sharks and bunnies from when he was a kid and if you need anyone to help u with ur car or motorbike he's ur guy

he's actually good friends with wraith because they relate to each other a lot mental health wise since wraith has ptsd and psychosis and those all share some similarities. sometimes they stay up together talking after a stressful day becus they just Get each other.

his abandonment issues are probably largely because of his father and 3+ step moms and nothing ever being a constant in his life

this all just off the top of my head but yep! thank you for asking 💖💖

[kuromantic]

Whumptober Day 10: Unconscious

ao3:   

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20848466/chapters/49888082

warnin: trauma, vomit, mentioned abuse, panic attacks

The simplest things can change someone so drastically, Kuroo thinks.

No, Kuroo knows. He’s been through it multiple times. He reiterates to himself everything that made Kuroo Tetsurou shaped like the person he is now.

In the beginning, he was a lump of clay. A lump of clay to be molded by the hands of love and nurture. That was how it went, really. He was a happy, soft lump, in his parents’ hands.

But he was chipped early. Five-year-old Tetsurou, thrown at the ground multiple times until he cracked. His wrist kept in a cast for a month, and one of his parents signed away with papers.

At the time, he didn’t know what he had done wrong. He cried and cried, begging for his father to bring his mother back. His throat would be hoarse from crying every night, waking up from the same nightmare that deepened the cracks inside of him.

A few years later, another moulding tool came into his life.

Kenma, Kozume Kenma. The boy he met when he moved into his new estate. The first person his age to witness him having a breakdown. The one who cried with him after he was told the reason why.

“I don’t know, Kenma. Why didn’t my mama love me?”

Kuroo cried in Kenma’s arms. He didn’t exactly fit in them. But it was the most comforting place he’d ever been in.

“I’m an only child.” Kenma had said, stroking Kuroo’s hair with his small, chubby hands. “I can share.”

For a while, Kuroo would claim that he had three parents.

It’s impossible for him to explain his life without including volleyball.

Kenma didn’t like sports, but he would always watch him copy the moves he saw on television. Most of the time, the volleyball would end up plopping on his head. After a while, it wasn’t just Kenma in his little world of volleyball.

It was the neighbourhood kids, his middle school teammates, the players from rival schools. They all molded him into a volleyball player-shaped sculpture, hardened from years of experience and losses.

And, of course, his high school teammates and rivals.

The third years know more about him than most of his classmates. It’s partly due to how much he’s bickered with Yaku over what’s better between two everyday options, exposing himself as a cat person with a preference for seaside holidays, and a lot more.

The first and second years all look up to him, or so he likes to think. He can trust Yamamoto to be the ace, and maybe, just maybe, Lev can fill his shoes in a year or two.

The first years are adorable, and Kuroo’s adopted all of them. Shibayama is Yaku’s kid, and Yaku refuses to share. It’s a shame, really.

“Hey hey hey!”

Bokuto Koutarou, the obnoxiously amazing ace of Fukurodani.

“Let’s practice! Are you a first year too? Well, come on! What’s the wait? Jump some blocks for me!”

Kuroo had met him at the first training camp he’d gone to, and had been yanked into a strange friendship ever since. And in his second year, a stoic but sharp first year had unofficially married Bokuto.

“Hi, I���m Akaashi Keiji. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bokuto had fawned over him. “Isn’t he just the cutest?”, rubbing his hair.

“Nice to meet ya, squirt.”

That marked the start of two years, where Bokuto and Kuroo would fool around with Akaashi in every way known to man.

As every tool and every new lump of clay added onto him shaped Kuroo Tetsurou, the cracks and bumps began to smooth out. He felt good about himself, pushing the older, darker memories far inside of him. That way, he could believe that they had disappeared.

But the simplest things can evoke the most foreign emotions inside of him.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re annoying!”

Kuroo doesn’t know where the voice came from, within the crowded hallway. But the tone and pitch are too similar, hitting too close for comfort. It draws out the dark matter from his chest, reaching into the most uncomfortable parts of him. He can feel himself crack more and more.

“Kuro, you okay?”

Kenma’s voice is distorted. His eyes flash with terror, and he barely manages to nod. He can feel his brain shutting down one by one, and his throat tightening.

“I- I’m fine.” Kuroo swallows. His mouth is dry. His breath starts to whistle. “I just need the bathroom.”

With his poorly-made excuse, Kuroo rushes down the hallway.

He’s running too fast, he’s bumping into people- he doesn’t care. There’s more and more yelling clogging up his brain. He can’t breathe. His hand clenches against his chest, nails scratching against his skin.

With all the grace of a crumbling statue, Kuroo slams the door and locks himself in a stall.

Tears start to gather at his eyes. He shouldn’t be crying. Damn it all to hell. He’s gotten over it all. He shouldn’t be reviving the feeling of the hand on his wrist. He shouldn’t be thinking of what was said to him.

He violently wipes away the tears, as a shudder passes through him. Short, ragged gasps escape his mouth. He’s having a flashback in a school bathroom, and he can’t control his own thoughts.

“Hey! Hey, everything all right in there?”

Someone is slamming on the door. He doesn’t know who’s knocking, and it doesn’t help at all. It almost sends him straight over the edge.

A harsh cough tears through his throat. He hates being watched during one of his breakdowns. And he’s in public, knowing he’ll lose it on the spot if he dares come out of the stall.

The banging on the door grows louder, and it’s sensitive against his ears. They’re filled with static, a broken radio playing the conversations out directly into his brain. He wants to take apart his head, crush the speakers inside him.

“Stop.” Kuroo protests helplessly, against something so big and ferocious that it knocks the wind out of him. “Please, stop! It hurts, it hurts…”

He’s always had his shit together, which makes it all the more worse when he’s losing it. He feels like he’s going to throw up. The noise, it’s all too much. Huge droplets of tears spill from Kuroo continuously. His eyes and nose are a mess of bodily fluids.

“Kuro, are you here? Kuro?”

It’s Kenma’s familiar voice. Kuroo fumbles for the lock against his instincts. If it’s just Kenma, he can let him in. He trusts him enough to see him at a time like this.

Kenma stares at him, reaching out gently. “It’s all okay. I’m here, breathe.”

Kuroo only sobs harder. He grabs Kenma’s arm and collapses into him, his breathing choked and painful. The pain is almost too much to bear, even inside Kenma’s warmth.

“I- I don’t want to die,” he cries out, “I’m gonna die, I can’t breathe… Kenma, please, don’t let me die!”

“You can.” Kenma strokes his hair quietly, rocking him in his arms. Kuroo whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s okay. You’re trying your best.”

Kuroo blinks out his tears. Kenma feels good, but he’s also overstimulated to the point of feeling horribly nauseous and achy. His brain seems to burst out of his head, unable to deal with the amount of information.

His stomach is queasy, and he pitches forward with a gag. The sick, twisted feeling sits deep in his stomach. And it’s anxiety, wriggling inside of him like a parasite. It’s intent on destroying its host. It’s working.

“Kuro, are you feeling sick?”

Kenma only has a few seconds to turn Kuroo around, as he heaves up a thin stream of vomit into the toilet. Kuroo stares around in horror- he’s losing control even more. He’s definitely going to die. He’s not normal any more.

“It hurts, fuck… Why?” Kuroo’s groan turns into a sob, before his stomach squeezes upwards and he’s puking again. The force of the gag pinches his chest, barely allowing him time to breathe in between the retches.

“I know it hurts.” Kenma rubs tight circles on Kuroo’s back, whispering into him as the heaves and sobs vibrate his back. “Mm, you’re okay. It’s all okay. We'll go somewhere safer once you’re feeling a bit better, Kuro.”

Kuroo shuts his eyes tightly, but he can still smell the disgusting, putrid stench of acid and half-digested food. He focuses on Kenma’s voice. He’s Kuro, nothing else, nothing less. He’s the Kuro Kenma knows and loves.

“Kenma, I-”

He can’t say anything. His mouth is filled with slime, and he’s exhausted. He collapses into Kenma, groaning at the growing pain in his head. The flashbacks are fading, slowly being replaced with a god-awful migraine of a headache.

With a glimmer of comfort for the first time, Kuroo loses consciousness.

[notorgazmo-blog]

14; 16; 17; 28; 29

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

Joe was very involved in school! He did theater all throughout and majored in it in college. He’s been obsessed with Grease since he was little, and played Danny Zucko at summer camp two years in a row, then in high school, then in college. He was on the cheerleading squad (”because Lisa made me”), the soccer team and the floor hockey team, and was voted class treasurer one year and vice president the next. He was heavily involved in charity clubs (organizing card signing for sick students, orchestrating Day Without Hate) and became known as a bit of a teacher’s pet. He headed anti-drug campaigns and was involved in an after school program where high schoolers tutored elementary school students. He was a peer counselor. He sang in the choir, and sometimes played piano for them and various school concerts. He was student director of the spring musical in his junior year. French club, Spanish club, ping-pong club… He tried to join Forensics but threw up the first time they watched slides of crime scenes. He was a member of the 4H club. Played saxophone in band for a few years. Joe was very much over-involved in high school, to keep himself busy. 

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

Joe is an actor a porn star. After his mission work ended, he was cast in Orgazmo, which accidentally became an overnight success, somehow bridging the gap between adult film and mainstream media. He’s obviously embarrassed about it, and thinks it’s pretty immoral and exploitative at first, but the camaraderie of the cast and the great friends he makes shifts his mindset; if the people doing it like what they’re doing, then who is he to judge? 

He still finds a lot of it pretty gross, like DVDA, but it’s all become a lot less taboo. He doesn’t like how controlling and entitled some of the industry professionals are (i.e. Maxxx Orbison and A-Cup) and now that he and Dave own the Orgazmo franchise together, he does his best to make their set a safe space where everyone has the freedom to have a say in how they are treated and what they will and won’t do. 

Lately, he has been developing a penchant for photography. Down the road, he will go to school to become a counselor. 

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

Joe grew up in Salt Lake City, but he went to summer camp in Tulsa, Oklahoma every year from third grade until he graduated high school. He’s also visited his sister Kimmy in New York City, which he found to be overstimulating. He took a class trip to Spain his senior year with his Spanish class. His other sister, Alma, lives in Provo, Utah, and he visits her every now and again. Basically he has family all over Utah, Idaho and… almost the entire country. 

He went to Los Angeles for his mission work, and has lived there ever since. 

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

Joe started dating Lisa when he was sixteen years old. She’d been courting him since they met in the church choir in middle school; their families are close and Joe’s parents always urged him to pursue her, because she’s a nice looking girl and a devout Mormon. They also considered that his best shot at getting over his same-sex attraction, which they were suspicious of from a young age. 

They bonded over singing and in response to extreme pressure from his family, he proposed to her just after graduating from BYU, right before his mission. Joe loves her, and she often joined the same clubs as him in high school. He’s always thought she has a kind heart and excitable nature, which didn’t go unappreciated… but he’s not in love with her.

For years, he tried to force himself to be. A hopeless romantic, he’s always known what love is supposed to feel like (via love songs and poems and books) and when those feelings didn’t arise with Lisa, he assumed they must just be exaggerated descriptions and that it was okay he just loved her like a friend. He hoped maybe one day those feelings would just come, because his family wanted it to work so badly and he never wanted to let them down. But he could just never relate to her—she was always quick to point out when he was acting strange, or tell him to stop joking around, or get angry when he would take things too seriously. He’d accepted that maybe that’s just what love was.

However, when he left Utah and went to Los Angeles for his missionary trip after graduating from BYU, Joe met Kevin Price. 

All the love songs, all the sappy poems—it finally made sense to him and he didn’t even know he could feel that way about someone. It scared the living daylights out of him, mostly because Kevin was not a girl and Joe had done everything in his power by that point to deny the notion that he’s gay. 

He would go out of his way to make Kevin laugh (because the sound of it and the way Kevin’s face scrunches up gives Joe heart palpitations) and they confided in each other everything about their families the pressures of being Mormon. 

They’re a real yin and yang pair. Kevin can be uptight and pessimistic, and Joe would level him out with his goofy nature and ever-loving belief that the world is an inherently good place. Kevin would tell him about Uganda, and how he questioned Mormonism (and God in general) as a whole, which planted seeds of doubt in Joe as well, paving the long and winding road he would eventually take to letting go of his suffocating ideals. Joe tried to get Kevin to see the good in everyone. Kevin helped Joe to see the world more for what it actually is, and tried his darndest to help Joe understand that everything he’s been taught isn’t the only way to live, that he can actually be happy, and not just fake Good Mormon Hetero Joe happy. They really balanced each other out, and taught each other a lot about themselves. Kevin opened up Joe to a whole other world, like he held up a mirror in front of him and Joe saw himself for the first time in his life.

They grew up a lot together in that year and a half. They smoked weed for the first time (with their ‘investigator’ and neighbor, Dave—not the lighting guy) they had their first drink together, they broke rules and made up what came to be known as inventifakers. Every day was a blast. They were constantly laughing and smiling, which was a stark contrast to the first day they met, when they experienced some violent and graphic food poisoning via a sketchy taco truck on the corner near their apartment.

Joe felt an overwhelming desire to care for and protect Kevin. He was the first person Joe ever told that he was gay, though it wasn’t really necessary to say out loud after the first night they pushed their beds together and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms. 

They lived in what @elderxprice​ and I refer to as their ‘gay bubble’ for the majority of their mission, until the last few weeks when Joe started to panic about having to return to their normal lives as Good Hetero Mormons. Kevin’s mission ended a good six months before his, and about three weeks before it did, Joe had a mental breakdown and broke up with him. The guilt of cheating on Lisa, of sinning against Heavenly Father, and lying to his parents got the best of him, and the fear of living a life so wildly different than the one he had planned pushed him over the edge. 

They didn’t see each other again until Joe was in town in Provo house sitting for his cousin, and while it took a little while to break the ice, the ended up breaking in his cousin’s couch. Joe had to secretly buy her a new one. 

For a while, they kept in touch, Joe trying to convince himself to call off his wedding, until ultimately, he couldn’t bring himself to, and he stopped contacting Kevin as the nuptials drew close.

That was the next time they saw each other: the wedding. Joe thought Kevin hadn’t been invited, but a sneaky Lisa sent him an invitation to the reception.  Joe crumbled into pieces during a brief hug and confessed his morbid depression concerning the entire affair—the wedding, his life with Lisa, etc. and Kevin sat on his hands to keep from pulling his hair out while he watched the love of his life have his first dance with his new wife. Joe’s sister Kimmy bought them some time alone, and though it was clear that they were both very unhappy and very, very much still in love, they parted ways yet again.

Kevin is Joe’s mate. For life. For every lifetime. He loves him to the ends of the earth, and it takes roughly three more years of heartache and turmoil until Kevin shows up during his spring break, unannounced, to see Joe. 

Lisa is away on a weekend intensive training session with her singing coach (or, a weekend sex marathon, as Joe later finds out) and Kevin is roped into doing a last minute fill in for Choda Boy in Orgazmo 3: It’s Not Gay If It’s In A Threeway. 

On that day, Joe reaches an epiphany that forces him to realize he can’t live in utter misery any longer—if he doesn’t make things right with Kevin, he won’t make it through another day. Bonus: Choda Boy and Orgazmo share a beautiful, magical on-screen kiss that has literal fireworks in the background. Everyone on set is floored. 

Joe figures if he can become the real life Orgazmo and beat up a gang of thugs, he can be an openly gay Mormon. #kjoeforever

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Joe is a people pleaser, and extremely gullible and optimistic to a fault. He often gets roped into uncomfortable situations due to his meek nature. He has trouble communicating his true feelings sometimes, but Kevin brings them out. 

He relies heavily on planning to prevent anxiety, and has countless lists for his life plan and likes to schedule his days down to the minute. If something goes awry, he becomes scatterbrained. Sometimes the slightest inconvenience can deter him from taking action. Like a door being locked or a restaurant being closed. 

He often times puts others needs before his own, which causes him to feel unfulfilled and ultimately depressed. 

Though he takes his life seriously, he can be a huge goofball sometimes, and Lisa used to get angry with him a lot for not taking things seriously or making jokes at inappropriate times. 

He also sticks to his britches a little too harshly sometimes (i.e. breaking up with the love of his life because his family is counting on him to marry Lisa).