#I FUCKING RECOGNISE THE MCS VOICE HOLD ON

[hiskillingjar]

Kidnapping (Ren/MC)

i’ve truly been struggling to write this for like two weeks, so fuck it! changed the prompt to an idea i had, i make my own rules FUCKER

day 22: kidnapping second person.

“*sniff sniff*”

Ren's claws were sharp, even through the barrier of latex gloves, as he rubbed the hair dye into your scalp, making sure that the creamy black goo covered each blonde strand well, that there wouldn't be any gaps or light spots, any resemblance to the person you used to be after he was finished.

You continued to sniffle, your bound hands twisting in your lap, sitting at his feet with your legs crossed beneath you, just trying to stay still so he wouldn’t get mad.

Stillness didn't mean you wouldn't let yourself cry, though.

"Stop squirming and quit your whimpering," He murmured in a low, warning tone, gently forcing your head back against his knee (staining be damned) as he continued massaging the dye into your hair, fingers rubbing (trying to keep his claws as gentle as possible) soothingly into your scalp in spite of his harsh words.

For all his cruelty, it seemed he was still trying to make the process as pleasant for you as he could.

"You're being so fussy over some silly hair dye, come on, quit acting like such a baby…”

"S-Sorry..." You stammered, whimpering a little more as he squeezed another spurt of dye into your roots, the chill of it making you shiver. "I don't understand why, though..."

"Isn't it obvious? I have to change your look a little bit," He responded before tilting your head to the side a little so he could better reach the hair at the nape of your neck. "You're such a pretty and unique little thing. So, it'd be a shame if someone recognized you, right?"

"Mmf," You mumbled a non-answer.

You had figured as much, without him telling you. 

Brunette or straight black hair was probably (definitley) a lot more common than blonde hair with pink highlights. If you planned on keeping a hostage on a long term basis, it probably made sense to dramatically change their image, the way he was doing now, so that they wouldn’t be recognised if you dared take them outside..

Still, it was a sort of death knell for your hope of freedom.

"Besides, dark hair is going to suit you, trust me. It'll be a nice change!" He continued, taking an extra second to brush his fingers through the roots of your hair. “It’ll…mark the start of your new life with me!”

You didn’t say anything to that, and just kept looking down and sniffling, softly.

"There, all done," Ren pulled the gloves off of his hands with a little flourish and a snap, and tossed them away before grabbing your chin, gently urging you to stand up and face him. “Let’s just make sure I’ve gotten every part of your hair first…”

He clicked his tongue as he observed you, tilting his head a bit as if he were deep in thought, before grinning, his tail wagging behind him.

"Yep, that’s all done! Ahh, I just know it's going to look great!" He cooed in satisfaction, his hands dropping down to hold yours, kept still by the ropes. "My good little doll looks so lovely when she obeys and lets me shape her~"

You sniffled again at the idea, feeling another tear trail down your reddened face.

"Oh, don't get all crybaby on me agai- oh, come on..!" He groaned, the affectionate, excited gleam in his gaze faltering a bit as he watched the tears trail down your cheek.

He reached up to cup your face and wipe away the tears running down your cheeks, his voice a tad gentler and softer than when he'd been commanding you.

"You're gonna make me feel bad if you keep crying, you know?"

"I'm s-sorryyyy," You drawled, trying to stop yourself from breaking down completely as you hid your face in his hands. 

Why did he have to be so nice to you? 

It would have been easier if he was a brute, if he hurt you, if he made you do things you didn’t want to do.

 As it stood right now, all he had done to you was occasionally tie your ropes a little too tight and dyed your hair an ugly colour...and he only had to do that because you couldn't have been smarter about trying to signal for help.

"God, can't you just...stop being so cute, it's- it's really unfair.." His expression turned a little frustrated, his lips pursed into a thin line and his eyes narrowing slightly, but there was no actual irritation in his tone, just something akin to mild annoyance. "Why are you being such a little crybaby? There's no need to keep on bawling over a little hair dye..."

"I liked my blonde hair," You sniffled again, both wrists reaching up to your eyes as you tried to dry your own tears. "I-I worked really hard on keeping it like that...a-and now that’s all gone." 

You started to cry a little more, biting your lip in an attempt to stop it.

"Shhh, calm down.. I said you look pretty, didn't I? You’re going to look absolutely adorable with your new hair colour, I promise! Black is going to make those pretty eyes of yours really pop out~" He tried to soothe you by stroking the back of your hands while keeping a hold on you, frowning a little himself as you continued to cry.

Your lip trembled as another stream of tears ran down your cheeks.

"Why can't you let me go?” You asked, your voice a frightened whisper. “T-This can't be fun for you anymore, looking after me like this..."

His face twisted into a slight grimace as you continued crying and started to plead again. 

"Sweetheart, we've been over this.” He started tersely, an icy tone to his voice as he held your hands tighter, his expression darkened.“I'm not letting you go. I’m never going to let you go, and I won't let anyone else have you. You're staying with me, whether you want to or not." He leaned up on his toes to speak in your face. “So, I’d suggest you make peace with it, okay?”

You shut up very quickly, letting your head sink down against your chest and your fingers slacken under the ropes.

Ren watched you for a moment, watched as you sank into yourself, before he moved his hands off your wrists and pulled you close to him, with your chest against his, his face nestled against your collar bone,  and your bound arms resting comfortably between the two of you.

“I’m sorry I have to be mean,” He murmured apologetically, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I just want to keep you safe, okay? Just want to make sure you’ll stay with me…”

He kept you held there for a little bit longer (maybe a lot longer, you weren’t sure), his arms around your midsection and loosely holding you against his chest as he nuzzled against your collar, in an almost gentle, soothing manner.

His hair was incredibly soft against your neck, and the fur of his ears were warm and comforting, like you were being held by a lover or a partner. As opposed to the reality of the situation, a kidnapper trying to soothe their hostage.

You knew that he was probably just trying to comfort you, and was letting you feel bad in your own time without babying you or trying to intimidate you out of the negative feelings.

You appreciated that to a degree, letting yourself sit still and quiet for a long period of time.

Long enough for his alarm to go off, signalling him to take off the dye.

He held you close for a while longer, even after the timer on his phone went off, before he slowly let you go.

"Come on, we need to wash your hair now." He spoke quietly as he took your bound hands, leading you in the direction of his bathroom.

You let yourself be led and knelt down, obediently, resting your head over the tub (like sticking your head through the hole of a guillotine) as he started up the shower, testing the temperature and flow with his palm before guiding your head under the stream, and beginning to carefully run his fingers through your hair and rinse out the excess dye.

"You seem a lot calmer now," He commented with a hint of a teasing tone. “Cried all the bad feelings out, hm?”

"Mm," You hummed quietly, another non answer, trying to focus on the comforting drag of his hands in your hair and against your scalp and the warmth of the water, washing you clean.

Clean of the person you had been before him, clean of any sin you had endured up until then, ready to be born anew.

Ren was oddly gentle and attentive as he washed your hair (as oddly gentle and attentive as he often was, anyway), working the suds of black dye out through the strands of hair and massaging your scalp as thoroughly as he could. All the while, he stayed mostly silent, save for a few quiet, soothing noises under his breath, just low, hums or murmurs, you imagined, to settle you down and keep you feeling calm and relaxed.

You carefully adjusted your position, resting your hands over the edge of the tub, the ropes getting wet and tight, and letting your head sink lower down as the water finally ran clean, any remnant of black dye long washed away.

Ren turned off the water and grabbing a towel from nearby, patting your hair dry and using it to ruffle the new dark bulk of it playfully.

"There, all done," He spoke softly, once he was satisfied with his handiwork, before grabbing your arm and having you sit back on the tub’s edge.

Your hair covered your face, dripping water down your face, staining your t-shirt underneath.

It was what Ren wanted. 

And he always got what he wanted.

"It looks absolutely perfect," He mused, continuing to card his fingers through your hair, watching the way the water-slicked strands slid over your face and neck, before his gaze moved down to your face.

“Like you’re a brand new you…ready to be my toy~”

[oh-saints]

sunshine becomes you (pt.1)

Despite his young age, Martin's the captain for the Arsenal for a reason. He's calm and collected most of the time and opponents rarely could ever entice any provoking display of emotion from him. But there's one person in London Colney that rubs him in all the wrong way...

Grumpy!Martin Ødegaard x Sunshine!OC

word count: 3.7k

tw: mentions of cheating (but not the MCs)

note: due to the popular demand (thank you whoever started this and @wingsofanillyrian for telling me to drop this down), here goes a Martin Ødegaard two-shot because he deserves this and we all deserve this. but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn A CENTURY AGO so this is ofc not proof-read. oh, and feedbacks are always welcome! hope you like them as much as i like writing them!

sunshine becomes you masterlist here

“Good morning, Granit! Good morning, Martin!”

While the Albanian-descendant reciprocated her greeting, the Norwegian only recognised her presence by throwing a nonchalant sideway look at her, followed by a deep sigh, before continuing his way to the interior part of London Colney.

No words exchanged, as usual.

“Don’t mind the lad, Eve,” Granit must’ve sensed her—daily, by now—disappointment. It had been more than a year since she first started this fantastic job at Arsenal, yet the creative midfielder hadn’t even spared her a full glance all this while, bar the first time he signed the contract. “It always takes a while for him to start his engine in the morning.”

“It’s just…” Eve sighed, unable to hold the pout from showing up on her lips. She only had good intentions; she loves the club and the players who played for the badge, greeting them was simply her way of expressing gratitude towards them. “I wonder what I’d done wrong…”

Granit threw her a sympathetic look as he signed some papers for his packages. “Oh, honey… don’t we all wonder the same?”

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As soon as Martin stepped into London Colney building that one, particular morning, he immediately sensed something was off before he could put a finger on it.

At first, he thought he was only imagining things but later, as he saw Louisa running back and forth to every side of the building as if she’d catch fire on her arse if she didn’t, he realised something had gone terribly off the mark.

Tracking back, only then he noticed everything had gone wrong from the first moment his feet landed on his club’s training centre. No citrus scent poking its way to his nose and certainly no bright-as-fuck ‘good morning’ greeted him right after. No heels clicking throughout the hallway at this hour and was instead replaced by Louisa’s trainers screeching against the wooden floor as the junior receptionist ran, trying very hard to fill in her counterpart’s unusually immaculate pace on getting the delivery job done.

Not that he minded Eve’s absence—he actually longed for the day it came—but it had been a year or so and she never failed to greet everyone with her chirpy voice and a blazing smile the first thing everyone walked into the facility. It was only natural everyone thought that was naturally her friendly personality.

Well, except him, of course.

Martin simply thought she was impossible. How could someone be all sunshine blazing at full watt, not only every morning but throughout the day as well? One couldn’t be that happy at every moment in her life.

His take was it was either she wanted everyone in Colney to like her or it was her façade to hide her true personality. Either way, he didn’t like any kind of fake person and he’d appreciate it if one day he could prove his theory true.

“Ah, fuck me,” Suddenly a Scottish accent boomed throughout the gym, signaling the club’s resident DJ, Kieran Tierney, had graced the facility his presence. “Lou messed up my stuffs, mate.”

“Yeah, she did mine, too,” Martin always wondered how Kieran and Rob could compliment each other so well when one was always angry all the time and the other was super happy-go-lucky kind of guy. “No offense to Lou, but I swear I need Eve back asap.”

Kieran sighed at the reality as he played the opening song for the day.

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.

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A week passed by and London Colney was still missing its beloved front desk. Louisa was visibly struggling more and more each day to complete a job that was supposed to be shared between two people, and the residents of the training centre were getting more and more anxious that Eve wasn’t coming back.

Initial rumours had it that Eve asked for an emergency leave last week, right before the home game against Leicester City, via text. It caused quite a stir amongst the front office staffs for—apparently—its anomaly:

1) Eve rarely texts people about work,

2) Eve finally used her leave for the first time since joining the club,

3) George, the Head of HR, approved of her block leave at this time of the year without further questioning.

Not that Martin was paying attention to the gossips, God no. But he could swear the women could definitely bite his ears off during lunch if they kept it this way. Martin silently prayed for Eve to comeback, genuinely this time around, for his ears’ sanity and more importantly, to avoid falling follicles of everyone’s heads due to Lou’s incompetence.

However, after full ten days, Martin knew straight away Eve was back as soon as Colney’s majestic doors went wide open at his approaching steps.

Albeit faint, the signature citrus scent from the air humidifier she turned on lingered in the air and Martin, to be very completely honest, had never felt more familiar with the grandiose training facility than at that moment. It was as if half of Colney’s soul was slowly brought back to life.

He was expecting the woman to throw him her overwhelmingly annoying good morning, Martin! that made his ears rung as he entered Colney but to his surprise, no sounds ever made it to his hearing organs. Martin prided his hearing ability just fine, so this should be recalled for its credibility this time.

Who would’ve thought the day Martin had been dreaming of come earlier than expected?

He was caught off guard, to say the least, that he had to spare the woman a glance to make sure this was reality. But there she was, behind her desk, back straight up ever so professional, eyes down as she scribbled on something—everything was as usual, except for the whole different exterior she was donning.

Eyes cold and lifeless, pale lips on a perfectly straight line.

Martin should be glad his hypothesis was becoming align with reality but instead, he felt more annoyed at the sight—so much more annoyed than when she blasted the ball fire of sun towards his direction.

If Eve tried so hard to change her demeanour, she should take a look at the mirror; going full-on cold city girl didn’t suit her at all. Nothing makes Martin more irritated than someone trying so hard to be intimidating so others can take them seriously.

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“You’re resigning?”

Louisa tried so hard to maintain the decibel of her voice but it came out as a whispered screech instead.

But that wasn’t the reason why Martin stopped in his track, it was the sentence that escaped Louisa’s mouth. No one else other than those two front desk staffs, Louisa and Eve, was around, which meant Louisa was addressing the issue of Eve resigning.

Of all surprise Martin had been getting today, this was the most shocking one. Eve and the word ‘resign’ truthfully didn’t match well in one sentence. Everyone—including Martin to some extent, thanks to the talking walls of the building—knew how much Eve enjoyed her job, being a lifelong fan of Arsenal herself.

“I am,” Eve sounded firm and final from where Martin stood behind the wall. “I just submitted my resignation letter to George this morning.”

“Did you get an offering from somewhere else?” Lou asked, but Martin somehow knew the answer to that question before Eve even answered her partner. “I knew they’re not paying you well for the fantastic job you’ve been doing.”

“It’s not that, Lou,” Eve let out a very tired sigh. It was starting to feel like she wasn’t even trying to put up with the reserved persona today, she was as she sounded like; simply exhausted and resigned. “I don’t know why you haven’t heard anything yet when it’s literally what everyone’s been talking about. Bob cheated on me with my friend, Lou. He brought her along to the physio’s internal party last week, when I was mourning for my mother. Mourning, mind you!”

Yeah, Eve might put a foot on Martin’s nerves with no avail every morning since he signed for Arsenal but at that moment—God, fucking hell—Martin couldn’t decide which one irked him more:

a) there was a fellow human being that acted less humane than a pitted dog, or

b) it took another air-wasting scumbag to prove his own theory of Eve being capable to show emotion other than elation on her face.

“I can’t possibly face everyone here without being pitied by. I don’t want to let them pity me,” While her sentence induced a resolution, her strained voice gave away everything that was silently crumbling inside of her. “I’m not a charity case, for God’s sake.”

Nothing could fill in the seething anger and exasperation in the air.

“I can’t change your mind, can I?” Louisa asked, but the silence that followed pretty much answered everything.

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“Hi, Eve. I’m coming to get something from home.”

Eve could confidently say she has the ability to match a voice to a name without looking at the speaker, but this time she had to look up. None of the Colney residents sounded like this man, complete with an acquired Cockney pronunciation but a slightly mixed accent she couldn’t put her finger on.

Oh, how much she regretted sourcing where the voice came from.

“Hello? Earth to Eve?”

She had to remind herself to take a huge, deep breath and close her gaping mouth. “Martin.”

“Yes, Eve. Now can you—” It seemed Martin pursed his lips to stop himself from saying something. “Can I get the packs my mom sent me here?”

Eve almost fell off her seat at the significant difference in the tone Martin used before and after putting his lips on a straight line. Now, it was pretty clear he was agitated at first before biting his own tongue and calmed himself down, switching to a gentler tone—of which was the world’s newest seven wonders, Eve presumed.

“I—” It was honestly too much for Eve to take on at once that she had to remind herself to collect herself. “Yes, of course. They came this morning, let me get them for you.”

“That’d be nice, thanks.”

Okay, this is officially weird, Eve thought as she walked into the mailing room behind the partiture. First, instead of tailgating someone else to fetch his packages or letters, Martin graced his presence to the front office, alone. Second, he speak nicely to her. Thirdly, he was able to say ‘thank you’?!

“Here’s the small one, Jordan can help with the big one when you clock out.”

“Oh, no need. I’ll just hail it over my shoulder before I clock out,” Eve could definitely tell Martin was in awkward place, shifting his weight from the right foot to the left. “Where do I sign for these?”

Did someone dare him to talk to me? Eve couldn’t help but be suspicious. None of these made sense. “Here and here. There are also some mails from the fans back there. I’ve sorted them out for you.”

“Ah, okay. Great,” Martin reached for the pen as fast as the lightning. “Thanks.”

Oh, how much Eve hated this kind of pregnant silence. There was a reason why she wanted people to warm up to her so she could talk anything and everything to fill in these dreadful moments, but it seemed like Martin forgot to pick up the notes she left on the locker room.

Heck—Eve couldn’t think of anything else but Martin walking past her notes without sparing a glance. He’d detested anything that could relate him to her.

“I heard you’re resigning.”

Okay, the Earth is definitely ending tomorrow. Martin Ødegaard making small talk to her?!

“I see the wailing wall has reached your ears,” Eve tried to laugh off how much he put her into the same awkward place as he was. How could he know...? Is that my heart skipping a beat? “But yeah, I’ll be gone after the upcoming Manchester City game.”

“So soon, huh?” With that, Martin signed off everything necessary. “Have you thought about the parting gift?”

“I’ll probably send you all a customized letter or something.”

Eve couldn’t believe her ears as Martin scoffed at her idea. She was only joking, sure, but it enticed another reaction from the Norwegian other than annoyance? What kind of sorcery is this?

“You don’t strike me as someone who writes,” Shoot me, how the fuck did he know? “I’d quit with one last bang if I were you.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” Eve couldn’t believe she was actually considering Martin’s idea. Oh, how much she’d like to leave an imprint here, especially to that ex-boyfriend of hers. She’d pay to make him regret his decision until the day he died. “But only if I knew how.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Martin picked up his box, signaling he was departing. “You’re a bright woman.”

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“Morning, Eve.”

Even though Eve could now register his voice without seeing the handsome face, Eve swore to God she’d never get used to with Martin Ødegaard greeting her first. If he kept up with being this friendly—yes, at this point Eve considered Martin being friendly, despite their (still) lack of interaction—Eve might not survive the New Year.

“Oh! Hi, Martin!” She didn’t even bother covering up her surprise. “What can I get you today?”

“My mom sent me something again, she said.”

“Uh, I haven’t received any. I’ll let you know in theWhatsApp group if they’re here.”

“Alright, thanks,” and off he went.

Back again with two-word answers. Maybe Eve put the friendly label far too soon.

But it’s okay, she thought to herself. At least I resign from this place without any beef with anyone here.

“Why are you smiling to yourself?”

“Jesus, Martin!” Eve genuinely put her hands on her chest from the shock of Martin returning. She’d literally be dead before the New Year at this point. “I’m not smiling.”

“You are,” Eve wondered how Martin could say something meant to tease her with such a straight face. “I’m just going to take it as you’re planning the plan to leave this place with a bang.”

“Ah—yeah, about that,” Eve shifted her weight to the other feet nervously, remembering how she went to countless Tinder dates these past two weeks without any result as to whom she’d go to the party with. “I’m thinking of going to the Christmas party with someone but none of the dates I’ve met so far could go on par my standard.”

“And what is the standard?”

“Considering Bob’s ugly, I’d say someone younger than him but more good-looking than he’ll ever be,” Eve shrugged, masking off the disgust she once dated such guy. “But has to be way smarter than he is.”

“Okay, so in short,” Eve’s feet moved backwards on its own when Martin placed his crossed arms on the table, body leaning in towards her as if he was thinking hard. As if whatever Eve might say next interested him. “You need someone better in all aspects.”

“Exactly.”

“What if I know someone who might not be smarter but so much more popular than him?”

Martin’s helping her?! “Define more popular.”

“Verified account on Instagram.”

Martin’s helping her. When would this guy stop surprising her? “Awesome, when can I meet him? You know, to run through stuffs so he doesn’t blow—”

“Chill, Eve,” How could Martin sense she was getting excited but at the same time panicking because of hoshe badly wanted to blow Bob’s arse off the water? “He knows the deal.”

“He’s like, what? A professional con artist?” At her submission, Martin laughed. Like the genuine laugh she only saw when he was around others that was definitely not her. Like the one that lit up his entire face, cracking away that cold, Scandinavian features. “What are you, Martin Ødegaard? Why are you friends with such people?”

“As tempting as that idea sounds like, sadly I don’t have that kind of friends,” The smile remained etched on Martin’s face and Eve had to remind herself how to breathe properly. She was devastated he was the only person that wasn’t talking to her then, she was devastated he was the only person that could coax this bodily response out of her now. “What I mean is he knows about the whole Christmas party thing.”

“Is there another staff that’s single that I don’t know of?” Eve immediately recounted all of the single male staffs in the building that could potentially be her partner for a night in her mind. None that met her standard. “Who is it?”

“You’re looking at him.”

Image be damned, Eve must’ve contorted her face all in the wrong directions like she usually did when her friends dropped the bomb they were getting a gunshot wedding. Not that she was judgemental or anything, but it always came as a shock when they did, growing up together and all.

Who the fuck could contain their composure when Martin Ødegaard dropped the same kind of bomb? Nuclear might as well be more fitting in this context.

“What?” Martin’s face turned into something else, confidence was definitely not in the cards anymore. Eve immediately rectified her expression, not wanting the luxury of having Martin Ødegaard she’d seen minutes ago disappear into thin air. “Don’t I qualify?”

“No! I mean, yes—” Eve unconsciously reached for Martin’s arms when he started pulling himself away. “You do, you’re an excellent candidate—”

“But?”

“But you’re you,” Eve lifted her eyebrows in confusion, not knowing what else to say to emphasis he couldn’t possibly be her date for the Christmas party. “You’re Martin Ødegaard.”

“I don’t see anything that complicates your situation.”

Based on Martin’s expression, he truly didn’t see anything weird about it. About them coming from two whole different worlds. About them getting together meant it only happened in fairy tales. “You’re an Arsenal player. No one’s going to believe you’re going out with me.”

“Then we’ll make them believe.”

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“Martin!”

As soon as she called the Norwegian, Eve regretted her action with her whole being. She moved without thinking much, too eager to talk the concerns that had been plaguing her for the past fortnight with her soon-to-be partner-in-crime, that she didn’t realise she was already reaching for his hands, stopping the football player in his place.

However, not only the said player stopped his tracks, but the rest of the canteen went silent at their once-in-a-lifetime—as far as the public knew anyway—interaction.

“Ummm,” Under everyone’s scrutiny, Eve faltered, her hands falling to her sides. “Uh, I—”

“Have my packages arrived?”

That was certainly not why she looked for him but as she met his eyes, she sensed that he was merely helping her out of the awkward situation. How she knew the hidden meaning behind his words, it was a wonder she certainly would have to figure out.

But later, not now, not when her brain was melting under the spotlight. How could Martin play a sold-out match almost every week? “Yes! Yes! The mailman needs your signature.”

“Alright, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Without further ado, Eve dashed out from the canteen without looking back.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course, everyone would look at them. Eve and calling the name ‘Martin’ didn’t belong in the same sentence—couldn’t, even. As far as everyone was concerned, there was an Atlantic Ocean between them.

Eve didn’t even realise she was restlessly pacing back and forth in her small space of working until Martin got a hold of her wrist, stopping her motion. She turned around to face him, unfazed with what had just happened.

“You’re panicking.”

Oh, how much she wanted to scream ‘you think?!’ at his face.

“Breathe,” Martin’s eyes told her it wasn’t a moot point, so she did. She still felt like she’d explode anytime soon. “You should stop doing that, it doesn’t suit you.”

“What?”

“Panicking,” he answered as easy as the breeze brushing her face. If she wasn't busy sending signals to her brain to not puke on him, she’d notice her breath was now turning more regularly due to the small circles Martin drew on the back of her hand he was holding.

“What does, then?”

“Talking to people, so talk to me. What’s up?”

Eve swore she’d warn Martin to stop whiplashing her reality left and right with his unpredictable answers after they wrapped up this whole fiasco. Like he knew everything about her. Like he wasn’t breathing fire down her way a week ago whenever she tried to talk to him.

Now, she had to confide him her biggest concern. “I don’t think I can do it.”

Martin didn’t show any reaction to her submission. Not a blink, not a muscle pulled—nada. And it scared her because she was used to seeing people’s reaction to what she said. She liked Martin more when she could read between his lines, like how he saved her from a trouble less than five minutes ago, and not this expressionless one.

“Why are you not saying anything?”

“I thought you have more to say,” Martin replied, as if it was the most obvious thing she should know. “I told you not to think, just walk me through whatever it is you’re feeling.”

“And I told you, I don’t think I can pull it off.”

“Why?”

“I heard he’s going to come.”

“Isn’t that the whole point?” Martin was still so calm and composed, it terrified her. While she liked when people used their brain for most parts, she should’ve come to someone else who could actually support her decision. “What are we going to do if he’s not there?”

“He knows I hate going to places like that, where I go against the company’s policy for internal dating,” Eve shook her head fervently, trying to make sense to Martin, albeit knowing how futile her attempt would be. Martin was the club’s captain for a reason. “He’s not going to believe this charade, Martin.”

“Good thing I’m technically not an employee here, then.”

Eve internally groaned—well, she thought she kept it to herself but it seemed like Martin caught on it.

“Look, Eve,”

What’s that sound? Right, that was the sound of her heart taking a deep plunge as Martin held her in place by the shoulders. It was amazing how light his grip was but it made her senses aware of nothing else but his hands on her shoulders.

“What he’s doing is basically parading a trophy girlfriend. You know how brilliant you are by refusing him? You showed him that you’re so much more than that,” There goes another beat of my heart. No one had spoken to Eve like that, especially with such confidence towards herself, not even her girlfriends that she usually sought advice for. “By coming with me, you’re basically giving him a big, fat fuck you in his face because it takes someone like me for you to break your own rules. You’re going to show him you know you’re worth and that he’s not worth your time from the beginning.”

A small part of Eve didn’t want to cede to Martin’s logic, proving to herself she was worrying over something so useless. “But what if that wench’s also there, Martin? I can’t stand the disrespect—”

“No one will disrespect you while I’m there, Eve. Not under my watch, they won’t,” Eve had heard so many men saying such lines with the same level of resolution in his voice, but never one with the same amount of determination that laced his words and plastered on his face.

It was Martin’s game face, meaning he didn’t intend to entertain child’s play.

“They’ll have to step over my dead body.”

[bullet-prooflove]

A Pound of Flesh - EZ Reyes x Reader

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Sequel to The Water Tower

Prequel to "you have my life in your hands" and Drinking Tonight

Set in the Community Living Universe

The jukebox is broken. That is the first thing that EZ sees when he steps into the bar that morning. There’s a surge of something in his body, a rush of adrenaline, a flash of panic. Glass litters the floor crunching underneath the heels of his boots as he ducks behind the bar finding you absent. The stench of spirits fills his nostrils, it tastes sharp on his tongue as he surveys the mess.

His brain flashes back to that truck, the one advertising beverages coming up the road, the man he didn’t recognise in the cab. He remembers thinking it was a too early for vendors, that they usually came in the afternoon. He’s about to bolt up the backstairs to your apartment when he hears your footsteps coming down.

It sounds like thunder, a quick aggressive pace as you hurtle through the side door, your eyes blazing, and an ice pack clutched to the left side of your face.

“I told you to stay the fuck out…” You trail off when you see it’s him standing there, the fire in your eyes dying just a little. He’s in front of you before you can blink, his hand enclosing over the ice pack as he draws it away from your cheek to survey the damage. The left side of your face is already swelling, he knows it’s going to bruise by tomorrow. Your lip is split, still bleeding.

“Who was it?” He asks you. His voice is low, his face set like granite, his eyes darkening as he guides the icepack back to your face. “Was it the guy that just left?”

“EZ…” You say with a thread of warning.

He gives you a look, it’s filled with fire and brimstone as he bows his head, his nostrils flaring as he tries to repress the rage that pulses through his veins.

“Who put their hands on you?”

You turn your head away, but he cups your chin and guides your gaze back to his. You see a myriad of emotions flicker through him, he’s trying to hold it all back but it’s there underneath the surface.

“Is this about paying back the debt?”

He sees your jaw clench, the way your shoulders tense and your muscles tighten. He doesn’t expect an answer because you view this as your problem, not his. He may be your boyfriend, but this shit is on you. It’s exhausting, it has to be, trying to hold everything together and then this…

This violence, this mayhem.

“What else did he want?”

He’s been asking around about the shitheads you owe money to. He knows that the original lender, the father is sick, that his son Grady has a screw loose, that he’d been stepping up and making collections, increasing interest. The ones that are struggling to pay he leverages, a couple of hours with their women until they can scrape the money together.

“Did he…”

You shake your head, your eyes stinging. He sees it, you know he does. His gaze slips down to your clothes, to the missing buttons, the torn pocket. The scent of another man’s aftershave on your skin. It fills him with vitriol, he knows he’s going to kill the son of a bitch who put his hands on you. He’s going to wrap his hands around his throat and choke the life right out of him.

“But he tried?” EZ asks you, this thumb chasing over the blush of your cheek as he cradles your face in his hands.

He thinks that Grady must have heard the bike, that he must have known what it meant. It wasn’t a secret that you had ties to the MC, that you were his fucking girl.

“You can’t pay, can you?” He already knows the answer, that the new interest rates are too exorbitant for most people, that Grady is using that to take his pound of flesh.

He knows how much this bar means to you, that it’s the final piece of your heritage, the only thing you have left because the world has taken everything else.

“I don’t have a choice.” You tell him. “It’ll be once, just once.”

EZ looks at you sadly because it’s never just once, this kind of thing it goes on and on and on. He knows that it will destroy you, that every time a piece of your soul will leave your body until there’s nothing left. He won’t let that happen to you; he can’t bear the fucking thought of it.

In that moment he knows exactly what he has to do. He thinks of the stash of money he keeps in his father’s house, hidden behind a panel in the bathroom. His escape plan, Felipe calls it. Just in case shit goes sour with the DEA. Funds to get out of the country, to start a new life somewhere else. It’s too late for that now, he’s already started putting down roots. Even if the whole thing does blow up, he’ll face the consequences, he can’t leave Angel and he can’t leave you. You mean too much to him.

He knows what his father would say, don’t be so fucking stupid.

The thing about EZ is, he’s anything but stupid. He’s learned from his mistakes, and he knows if he lets you do this, it’s something that neither of you will come back from.

“You may not have a choice.” He says, drawing away from you. “But I do.”

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[starbellbunny]

I am in LOVE with your fiction about the cop Sans! The poor reader has no idea what storm is coming for her, but gosh I can’t wait! I have a question, what if the MC woken up and seen Horror in her apartment? What on earth would she and Horror do? Thank you for your hard work! 💕

:-( THANK YOU !! I've been struggling for motivation to write anything for a while, I'm glad to hear you like it hehe 💕 I’m trying very hard to make a comeback on this account, as well as on Ao3, I know I've neglected it for a while!

Heres horror getting caught ;p

Now, it was time to see his shortcake. He came out of the kitchen, and rounded the sofa.

…Oh my god.

You were sleeping soundly on the sofa, with your hands cushioning your head. You lay on your side with your legs brought up to a 90° angle. He didn’t even have it in him to be upset that the reason you didn’t mind him being here was because you were sleeping, because you were so fucking cute.

He was grinning like a maniac, as he pulled his phone out his pocket and snapped a picture- or, like, 50- of your sleeping form. He immediately set it as his lock screen picture.

He could already feel the ache in his chest dissolving, at this distance, and you visibly relaxed when he stepped so he could see you.

…He wanted to get closer.

He took a step towards the sofa, and knelt down. He brought a knuckle up to your face, and stroked your cheek. You were so soft- softer then any monster he’d ever touched. He brought his hand down, and thumbed your bottom lip. It looked plump- soft, and kissable. He wanted to kiss you.

He got up from his kneeling position, and climbed carefully onto the sofa over you. He was straddling your hip now, and he took another couple of pictures. Could you blame him, really? That was his soulmate. The vouch groaned under his weight, unhappy to be holding a monster of his size.

He couldn't help but stare at you. He has never been so... Entranced with a single being- let alone a human.

He brought his hand up, ever so gently cupping the left side of your face, as he brought his skull down to press his teeth to your right cheek.

He felt ecstatic. His sockets fluttered shut, absolutely reveling in the moment.

He pulled away- short, but sweet.

He opened his sockets again slowly, to appreciate your form once again, soft, flushed cheeks, gentle snoring, a head of cute, messy hair...

What he didn't expect, however, was for you to be staring directly back at him. That caught him off guard.

All he could do was stare back hopelessly. What was he meant to do in this situation? His face felt very hot.

"What the fuck," you said eventually. His soul, once again, was thrumming in his chest.

You put your hands on either side of his shoulders, as well as your right foot on his chest, pushing him away... He allowed it, sitting on his knees, his hands hanging dumbly at his sides. He wasn't supposed to be caught.

"What the fuck," you repeated. As much as it ashamed him, the only thing he could think of at the moment was how small you seemed. How small your hands were, when you placed them on his shoulders.. How cute that was. How- no matter how fierce you tried to sound, small your voice sounded.

He didn't like how scared you sounded, under the anger that you projected.

You scooted away from him, and he wanted nothing more to pull you back to him. Your legs were angled up, as if you were ready to kick the shit out of him if he were to move even an inch closer to you. Your skin looked increasingly clammy as the moments went by. You were terrified.

Did you recognise him? You continued ti stare at him. He could only imagine how scary this was first you… Poor, little lamb.

He could see you glance around the room, quickly, rapidly, trying to see if anything would help you...

Horror took this as an out.

He shortcutted out of the room, stumbling into Paps' bedroom. It was late, he was already tucked up in his bed reading a book silently, with the bedside lamp on, casting a warm light across the room. He looked up from his book, and shut it quickly.

"Brother? Is Everything Okay?" he asked., his voice cracking in odd places.

Horror couldn't reply.

Fuck.

You looked so scared.

Fuck!

This certainly fucked up his plans a little..

He took the steps towards his brothers bed, sitting on it with a huff. His elbows were planted in his knees, and he rubbed a palm over his face.

No matter, he'd make it work. This was his soulmate, after all.

Yes, you couldn't be that scared of him. Something primal, deep within your soul knew that you were destine to be together, he deluded told himself.

It'd work out. It would.

He always, always had his brother to help, anyways.

He'd do whatever it takes.

[timeofjuly]

i keep thinking of the scenario if electrician were to run into ppl of her past like izzy from new years… i like imagine her going “ bunny it’s been so long you look better then ever “ and electrician is like 😀 do i know you..? due to their gaps in memory (i’m also interested how much their memory will affect them as the story progresses, i myself suffer from the issue and being young it’s kinda scary sometimes 😞)

This ask made me write something! This is set pre-RTC in the earlier days of MC’s sobriety. They’ve just moved to New Ebott here. 

Read it on AO3 or read it below!

Licence

You’re leaving the DMV, of all the fucking places, when it happens. 

Most people hate the DMV but you had practically skipped into the place for your eleven am appointment, overcome with joy at the thought of getting your driver’s licence back. The public transportation in New Ebott is great and your ass looks amazing after all the cycling you’ve been doing when the weather is nice, but there’s something about the independence of a car that you’ve missed. With your licence back, your employment prospects won’t be limited to the boundaries of public transport and your stamina when pedalling. 

With your licence back, you’ll be able to go to school. 

That’s the thing you’re most excited about. School. College. University. Whatever. You just want to learn something, to use the brain that you’ve let go to shit. You don’t even care what - at this point, with your dismal record and embarrassing results from high school, you’ll take what you can get. 

You’ve wasted enough of your life and you don’t want to squander a second more. 

After tucking your brand new licence safely in your back pocket, you leave the DMV, still smiling, and make your way to the bus stop. You’ll miss catching it; all the drivers are lovely and it’s nice to be driven around the city, like your own personal tour. 

You’ve got time to kill until the bus arrives, so you open your phone and start scrolling through hundreds of second hand car listings. 

You’re not picky; you have a tight budget and will probably hit your fair share of curbs in it anyway, but it’s nice to look at the fancier ones and dream. A convertible sounds nice; there’s a bright red one for sale, way outside of your budget. You imagine the wind in your hair, the sheer cool factor of rolling down the street with the top down. Oh, or maybe a motorbike; you had loved your stupid, ugly little scooter, and a motorbike would be even better. And you’d get to wear all the sexy leather gear. Double win. 

“Oh my stars, do my eyes deceive me?”

The cold hand of panic twists through your ribcage and wraps around your heart, fingers taking hold and squeezing. 

You know that voice. 

You turn around.

On the sidewalk are two people staring at you with equally ecstatic expressions and you only recognise one of them. 

Izzy looks… well, she looks good, you suppose, clothes fashionable and scales polished to a sheen, though you can see a few of them are missing. The spines on her head are droopy, a little paler in colour than what you remember, and there’s a beadiness to her eyes that you never noticed before. 

You haven’t seen her in months but from how unfamiliar she looks, it feels more like years. 

“Damn, you’re looking good!” says the man you don’t recognise. 

And you know that you knew this person once, can hear the echo of his voice through the fog of your memory, even recognise his hands for the way they’d felt on your skin, but there’s something missing, something your stupid, ruined, useless brain is unable to grasp.

“Hey,” you say, affecting your brightest party-girl smile. “Long time no see.”

“Fucking hell, no shit!” the man laughs. He’s handsome, tall and very blond. “How’ve you been? You look so different.”

With each month you add to your sobriety, you’re told that with increasing frequency. You don’t really see it yourself - you feel like the exact same person most of the time. Worse, even. You’re horrible to be around when you’re in pain. 

“Good, really good,” you say. “How have –”

“Dude, I thought you were dead!” Izzy crows, looking delighted. “You just disappeared, like that.” She snaps her fingers, a jarring scrape of scale-on-claw. 

“Yeah, we all thought that Jesse threw the bunny out with the bath water,” the man says. His tone is light, like it’s a fucking joke or something. 

This person is a stranger to you. You couldn’t even guess his name if you tried. And yet he knows about that —

You tense. Pull a smile to your face. Do your best to shake off the phantom feeling of ice crystallising on the tip of your nose. “Nah, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

And he laughs and so does Izzy and you laugh too, even though it feels like glass in your throat, because what else can you do?

“Well, I’m glad,” says Izzy and then she sweeps you up into a hug. She smells like old perfume clinging to unwashed clothes and you can feel a faint tremble in her hands as they grip your back. 

You hug back, even though you suddenly feel strange and unwieldy, like your arms aren’t your own. 

I want to go home, you think. Another thing you’d be able to do if you just had a fucking car and hadn’t lost your fucking licence in the first place. 

Izzy pulls back but then the man swoops in to take her place. You’re pressed to the line of his body, and though you’ve probably seen it naked, touched it all over, the feel of it is foreign to you. 

You let go first. 

“What’re you doing in New Ebott, anyway?” Izzy asks. 

“Just passing through,” you lie, because fuck if you’re letting her know that you live here now. “What about you guys?”

“Same thing,” Izzy says. “We’re crashing with Palyso at the moment, remember him?”

Nope. 

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

“Yeah, good guy, really funny. Hey, he’s actually having a party tonight, you should come! Just like old times.” The stranger waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You don’t need to remember the specifics to work out what he means. 

“Yeah, come with us,” Izzy begs. “Everyone’ll be so happy to see you. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

The itch you’re not allowed to scratch burns. It’d be so easy, so fucking easy, to say yes. What’s one night? You don’t even need to use; who says you can’t have fun sober?

The word yes sits in your mouth like a hot coal and then the memory of water, cracking with thin shards of ice, washes over it. 

The desire is gutted out. Not even smoke remains. 

“I’ll sit this one out,” you say. 

“Aw, c’mon, bunny! You’ve gotta—“

The sound of an engine rumbles behind you and your soul sings with relief. 

Thank you, timely public transportation of New Ebott. 

“This is me,” you say, hoping you sound apologetic. “It was nice seeing you guys!”

You don’t wait for a reply, practically flinging yourself onto the bus. The driver gives you a concerned look - you’re a regular and most of them know you by name  - but you just give her a reassuring grin, because you’re fine. You’re fine. You’re completely, one hundred per cent fine. 

You take a seat near the front and stare down at your hands. You think of the way Izzy's shook. The way yours had once. The way they don’t anymore. You hadn’t noticed that until now. 

God fucking damnit. 

Stupid, unwarranted tears prickle hot at your eyes and worse, there’s something sharp poking you in the butt. 

Fearing that you’ve sat in something that’ll rip a hole in your pants - wouldn’t that be your fucking luck - you lift your hips and grope blindly at your ass. 

Oh, right. 

You forgot that you wedged it in your pocket after leaving the DMV. 

You look down at your brand new licence, turning the shiny plastic card around in your hands. Your own face stares back up at you. 

You dig around in your purse and from the very bottom, unearth the remains of your old licence, kept purely for sentimental reasons. It’s cut clean down the middle, made unusable the moment you’d lost it, but the image of your face is still intact. 

You compare the two, side-by-side. In the new one, your face is fuller and your skin smoother. Your lips have colour to them and your eyes are bright and awake, the whites white rather than bloodshot yellow. 

In the new one, you’re smiling. 

Huh. You see it, now. 

You do look different after all.

[katisblue]

minimon prompt - kraken

Tw: almost death of MC

Jimin's ship sinks in the middle of June. The day hadn't been promising, and Jimin had watched as the captain had talked almost frantically with the first mate - and come dusk, the storm had hit them. They'd tried their best, truly had, but the ship splintered into shards, the waves claiming flesh and blood.

It's rather peaceful in a way, really, as Jimin watches the ocean ripple above him. Sinking, sinking. He's going to die.

When Jimin wakes, it's dark. It's pitch black but he can taste salt, can feel water slowly lullabying up against his body - he's almost completely submerged with it, with a tiny air pocket just above his head. It's almost impossible not to panic.

Until he hears something shuffle in the water nearby.

"Hello?" He calls out in a trembling voice, and there's a lulling moment, but then there's a response.

"Were you on that ship too?"

The voice seems to consider for a moment, but responds to an affirmative. And when Jimin feels a hand lightly touching his shoulder, he almost cries in relief. He's not trapped here alone, no.

After short introductions - the man is called Namjoon, and though Jimin doesn't recognise the name, he's not surprised - Jimin sets out to try and figure out where they are.

They're deep underwater in a fucking cave. Wedged deep into the system and Jimin's heart drops, his chest lulling into a panic attack. They're going to die here, they are, even as Namjoon tries to comfort him.

(They spend days trying to get out, Jimin scraping his hands over wet walls as he squints uselessly in the dark, diving underwater to try and find a way out. There is one, a hole deep underwater, but with no knowledge of the passage, nor of the next available air pocket... it's useless. Jimin cries until he gags, Namjoon constantly holding him close and soothing him. The older man is constantly offering to dive downward, to get them out - but Jimin isn't just going to risk his life like that. He'd rather them die together.

Until one fateful day, when Jimin can barely breath, his movements growing sluggish, Namjoon asks it one more time.

"Would you like me to get you out?"

Jimin doesn't even have the energy to laugh. He gives a choked sob and throws his arms around Namjoon's neck, clinging tightly. They have to try. The older man instructs him to take a deep breath softly and then they dive.

Rocks grate at Jimin's skin, drawing blood, and his lungs are starting to get so, so tight. He can't breathe. They've been swimming forever, but somehow haven't hit a dead end yet, but his chest hurts, so, so tight, and they're craning upward and- the water seems to rush past him so quickly, enough that Jimin's head bends under the pressure and then-

Air. Air spills into his lungs and Jimin gasps in oxygen, his ringing ears slowly taking in the sound of seagulls. They're- holy shit they're alive!

Jimin laughs through his tears, spinning around to find Namjoon, his hands still loosely around the man's shoulders and he screams. Because dear fucking lord, his man has fucking tentacles and webbed fingers and scales and he kissed him at some point down there in the dark what the actual fuck-)

(A lot of flailing and screaming later, seated comfortable above the water on a collection of blue tentacles, Jimin finds that Namjoon is not, in fact, a sailor from his ship, but a mythical beast - a kraken.

"Or, at least, part kraken," Namjoon admits, "I can't be full because then I'd be a squid."

Namjoon helps him swim back to land, or more like, Jimin holds on whilst they float above the water, Namjoon's tentacles propelling them forward. When they reach land, it's bittersweet, but Jimin is eager to get the fucking out of the ocean.)

(He returns a few days later with sushi, sheepishly admitting he wasn't sure what Namjoon would eat, and behold, it's the start of something special.)

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 6

Trigger Warning ⚠️⚠️ contains mention of rape

Hannah and Amy dragged MC into the mines; she was still out of it whatever they had given her had knocked her clean out. MC started to come round and she could hear raised voices. It sounded like a male voice the more she thought she recognised the voice as Richy.

Shock took over her body. She couldn't understand what Richy was doing here, why was he arguing with Amy and Hannah. All of a sudden the door swung open and a tall man stood near the door. Richy came closer picking MC up off the floor and taking off her restraints.

MC: Richy? Is that you? What are you doing here?

Richy: Yes MC it's really me, I've come to move you into the next room

MC: But why? I don't understand

Richy: everything will become clear soon enough now come on get moving

MC: how do you know I won't just run off?

Richy: because of this

Richy pulled a gun out of his pocket holding it in the small of MCs back, forcing her to walk out of the room. Once they had gotten to the other room Richy put the restraints back on and injected her. The live feed was all set to go Hannah had sent a message to Jake with nothing but a link.

Hannah: www.shewontcomeoutalive.com/livefeed

Jake clicked the link and saw MC sat there almost lifeless, she looked so weak and unable to defend herself. Jake felt a tear run down his face unable to control his emotions any longer he slammed his fits down onto the desk.

Jake's POV

FUCK!!! FUUCCKK!!!! I can't believe what they are doing to her, I will do everything in my power to get you back MC. I won't let this go on any longer, I take a minute to calm down then get right back to work.

I noticed the background on the live feed. I look at it from all angles, and I notice something quite distinctive in the background. It's an old mining cart I know where they are holding MC.

I feel my heart starting to race not knowing what to do first every kind of emotion is running through my head. Come on Jake get a grip you now know where she is so do what you're good at.

I grab my phone and call Samuel. I tell him everything, we put a plan in place and get all available units to head to the mines.

Not long now my love and I will have you out of there, I will look after you for the rest of my days. In the short time I have known you I have begun to have feelings for you and I want to tell you to your face that I love you MC.

MC started to come back around her vision slowly coming back, she could see Richy standing in front of her. He had another needle in his hand and he slowly walked over to her and injected her again. She fell to the floor passing out. Her body was limp and her breathing was shallow. Richy picked her up and tied her back to the chair so when she did wake she could go anywhere.

Richy's POV

I am truly sorry for all this MC but I am doing what is to be done, I never wanted any of this but I had to help them both after all Hannah is my girl. If I had to do it all over again I would again and again I wouldn't even question it I would just do it for her.

There was a time that I had a crush on you MC. I thought about what it would be like to be with you in a romantic way. I think about it so much I want to know what it's like to be with you. You don't have to worry about Hannah. I have asked him and she has granted me this one moment alone with you.

It's going to be such bliss my angel we are going to make sweet love to each other, we will become one. I know you want this as much as I do. I know you want me just as bad as I want you.

Richy walked over to MC and started to kiss her lips, running his hands all over her body feeling her breasts. Richy starting to get hard he unzipped his jeans exposing his member. He put his erection in MCs hand moving it in and out.

Just as Richy was going to undress MC she started to come around, in complete shock and panic MC grabbed hold of Richy's erection and pulled it as hard as she could causing Richy to scream out in pain. He fell to the floor in pain and MC tried to free herself before he got up but she wasn't fast enough.

Richy got up and grabbed hold of her hair pulling her head backwards, he pushed her up against the wall. Pushing her face into the stone wall tears running down her face trying to get Richy off her.

She could feel Richy grinding up against her he was getting off on her being pushing up against the wall and not being able to move she felt him rubbing his member on her arse. MC started to scream but this time Richy put his hand over her mouth so no one could hear her screams.

Just as Richy was about to put his erection deep into MC the door flung wide open.

[cupcakefactory]

Hey! I was just wondering if you could maybe do a female reader x Vanderwood (or 707 if you feel more comfortable) where the reader gets involved in a mission of theirs (it was never intentional but they saw an opportunity to help resolve things I guess?) and it all works out, but Vanderwood/707 becomes mad at them because they could’ve been hurt? A little bit of angst/fluff y’know👀. No problem if you don’t feel comfortable at all. Thank you💗

Okay; first things first – I use they/them for vandy, vandy is our they/them monarch and we love them for it. Also my brain is being awkward today so MC has been given a temp name Onna, it means woman in Japanese.

ALSO SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I SWEAR I GOT DISTRACED MORE THAN 1000 TIMES WRITING

Writing under the cut ^^

WC: 1586

“What are you doing Onna?!”

A bellowing voice rings out from behind you, who was that? You recognised it enough.. but, you don’t actually know what you’ve done wrong. All you were doing was working your job, weren’t you? Serving a simple customer whatever they ordered. Twirling on your heals you meet vanderwoods menacing gaze – They looked angry that’s for sure. Vanderwood, your friend from childhood who you had rekindled with after joining, or well, being forced into the RFA. That felt like a while ago now – you still can’t believe just have naive you had been to accept an invitation from some stranger to test a game.

That is how you re-met Vanderwood, you had been on the run with 707 and V – hiding in a worn down shack in the woods when Seven announced his maid was going to be joining you both. A little strange, but from the few brief interactions you had had with Seven it wasn’t anything too unusual, actually, it kinda fit into his narrative for him to have a maid – however crazy that thought may sound to other people. You can still remember when you saw them again, you could recognise that face anywhere, although they had grown Vanderwood still looked nearly identical to how they did when they disappeared at 15. You couldn’t tell straight away if they recognised you back but after many backwards and forwards glances from them you came to the conclusion that if they didn’t recognise you they had grown into a bit of a creep.

“I..I’m working..”

Your voice sounded pathetic, honestly you had no idea why you still felt a little threatened by them. You lived with them, you had seen them prance around with a frilly pink apron on (Sevens request obviously, Vanderwood was not impressed and you did find yourself at times trying to hold by a laugh), scold seven holding a wooden spoon like a mother would her child and you’d seen them heal a sick V from the brink of death. You knew Vanderwood was a good person that’s why it confused you why you were so nervous of them right now – maybe it was the way their voice sounded at that moment, you had got use to hearing it in a more gentle tone when hanging out with just the two of you. You had even heard them laugh once or twice – although god forbid you tell Seven that, your world may as well end on the spot. The gentle tone was gone, replaced with a rough belting one. You wondered for a moment why people weren’t looking at them – they were making enough noise that the whole café should be aware of his presence.

“This isn’t time for Jokes.”

Their warm breathe against your ear made you jump, right, that’s why the whole café hadn’t turned round. Vanderwood was right behind you whisper-yelling in your ear, Maybe your creep theory from the cabin could have some truth behind it because this was totally creepy right now. You couldn’t really say anything back because – well you weren’t joking around. You were working, this is what you do, and yeah it sucks. Managing to ignoring his lingering loud presence you continued to work around the shop, picking up glasses and plates for the regular and new customers with the basic smile every retail or hospitality worker has been able to make, Making small chat with the elderly customers who make their way to the café every Friday for the same thing, a cup of tea and a slice of cake, they always had interesting stories you enjoyed listening too.

This seemed to piss Vanderwood off, how in the world could you be so damn calm right now when this whole café could be under attack at any second? For the first time in a while they felt themselves starting to panic, you had brought out the one emotion they never really wanted to feel. They loved you, god they loved you so much that they took on extra missions so they could insure the world was a safer place for you to live. It was selfish for them to love you, they knew that. You deserved someone like you, someone with a kind heart, someone who could make time for you in a way he never really would be able too. His whole like was about missions, even though they loved you, they would drop everything to do as their boss says. It’s the life they live, and it isn’t glamorous; and they defiantly don’t want you mixed up in it. But right now? Right now they didn’t have a choice, they knew the terrorists that HQ had warned them off where probably closing in with every second they spent wondering after you in a hurry, they had no choice. Tugging at your arm to force eye contact, they mutter something into your ear.

“Clear the floor. This café is under attack”

That surprised you, what?! The little café in the middle of Seoul that no one knew about what under attack? You nearly laughed until you saw Vanderwoods gaze, oh, they were serious. Anyone could recognise that, you went to say something back when you felt an object being placed very gently in the pocket of your apron. What was that..? Before the question left your lips – they were gone. Lifting your hand up to the pocket, you could have passed out from shock – the vague but recognisable outline of a handgun was easily detectable. The adrenaline that flooded through your body then, as you looked for the easiest way to get everyone out, grabbing a cup of oil you splashed it onto a burning hob – creating a magnificent display of yellow and orange flames, however, as much as you desired too you couldn’t sit around right now and watch the flames dance. You hit the fire alarm to get people moving outside when something was planted against your head.

“Huh?~ What have we here, hmm? A little informant from WISE {Yes I am unoriginal as fuck have spy x family content as well}?” Well that sickly sweet voice was certainly annoying as fuck, what was WISE? Well, using the 2 singular brain cells you seemed to hold at that moment it became pretty obvious that they thought you worked for the same Organisation as 707 and Vanderwood. Great, this is just great, they (as in Vanderwood) were telling the truth and now your stood in the middle of a burning café with what you can only assume is the head on a gun pushed against your skull, If this didn’t seem like one of those horrible nightmare you suffered from during childhood you weren’t too sure what did. You seemed to only have a second or two to think before it all became a blurred mess of voices, and most importantly gun shots. You aren’t sure at all what happened.. it just all went black.

“Onna?! Come on Onna.. don’t die on me now girl. Luciel come on!! Answer your damn phone that’s what you fucking have it for.”

That was a new form for that voice to take, It was laced with concern and worry in a way you had never heard before. What had happened to make Vanderwood so.. scared? You couldn’t tell.. until you went to sit up and a shooting stabbing pain made you pretty much yelp out. You were sure you should have screamed louder, but your throat and voice seemed sore – almost as if they had been the one injured. You tapped around your body, okay at least you were alive, well – you assumed ghosts couldn’t feel themselves or pain, you weren’t really too sure on this matter. Going to wipe the sweat on your forehead you notice that your hand is covered in blood, your blood, holy shit, you had been shot. Normal Friday am-I right lads. {I am so sorry}. It was probably a good job blood didn’t cause you too pass out cause there was a shit tone of it, dripping from everywhere… well that was an exaggeration, it was one bullet hole but, it felt like a lot more! You looked up to meet Brown eyes that looked the same way that voice from earlier sounded, Concerned. They were concerned.

“Oh thank.. im not religious, but thank whatever it up there that you are alive.”

Quickly, almost too quickly you were pulled into their arms, a small but almost happy sigh leaving their lips as they held your weak body against theirs. Until.. they pulled away and almost glared at you.

“What was that about?! Do you know that she would have killed ya? The gun was meant as a fucking last resort Onna, not to be used like a childs toy. Honestly if I knew you would be so irresponable with it I wouldn’t have fucking given it to you. No, don’t say anything. We are going to the hospital.”

You couldn’t say anything even if you wanted too, because behind that forced anger you could see tears forming in their eyes. Oh how you loved his idiotic man.. and oh how you knew you would help him again if he ever needed it.

[hugepolecat3298]

dude my fucking science teacher just put on cells at work

[tears0fsatan]

oh my golly bro congrats on 350 followers 🫣‼️ for the event hehe can i pretty please request m!reader catching belphie jerkin off and like uses this opportunity to fuck him back to sleep cuz like catching belphie half conscious is like once a full moon 🌝

𖥻 characters... belphegor x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab!reader, dom top!reader, brat!belphegor, established relationship, desperate demon [...maybe he's a lil ooc i don't know him well enough apologies in advance], dirty talking [a lot LMFAOOOO], semi somno??? not really?? idk, teasing, dry humping LMFAOOO, ... use of the pact against him LOLLLLL [might count as power play? it's not for long tho!], pet names!!! [baby, darling, my love etc etc], fingering [we aren't ruthless here babes], scratching [no mention of blood!!], despite these all warnings it's actually kinda soft 😭

𖥻 a.n... AAAA thank u for ur support anon!!!! n yes u lovely human ofc u can get this, gotta be one of the best reqs i've ever received fr ‼️ i hope this was to ur liking anon!! pls send more reqs the population appreciates ur idea amen 🙏 hope this one doesn't get taken down like my baizhu + pantalone fic :sob:

🌐 % 3V3NT H3R3 @ __★

within the house of lamentation, one demon laid awake in the dead of night. the house was quiet, as most of it's inhabitants were asleep, but the attic was occupied by a rather needy demon. albeit, he was hardly conscious, but he was awake enough to feel desperate to reach his high.

belphegor was getting tired, he had been trying to cum for way too long now, and all he wanted was to go back to sleep. even if he could just sleep it off, the raging hard on and the obscene thoughts prevented him from comfortably dozing off.

the avatar of sloth let out a loud whine, tears building up in his eyes out of pure desperation. the pillow he had been grinding into was nowhere near enough, nothing he was doing was enough, he needed you.

luckily for him, you were awake too. you were already on your way to his room, somehow finding yourself unable to sleep and knowing you would have some success if you were with your sleepy boyfriend.

as you neared the attic, you could faintly hear some... odd noises coming from the room. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, quietly stalking up the stairs in hopes of getting a better idea of what the sound really was.

thanks to your bleary, sleep-deprived mind, it took you a while to recognise where the noise was originating from. you nearly choked on your own spit and your eyes widened at the realisation, your cock (who was already half hard from your little... daydream earlier that evening) twitched in your pajama pants.

once close enough, you were able to make out a whiny "please mc, i need you." and it was more than enough to wake you up.

as quietly as you could, you pushed the door open, silently leaning against the doorway to watch the demon squirm around on his bed. it felt as though your breath had been knocked out of you, he looked like a mess. you could only imagine how long he had been humping his cherished pillow to try and cum, whining and begging at empty space for you.

you were trying your damned hardest to not go over to him and ravish him, you wanted him to realise you were there, that you had seen him pathetically rut against his pillow, but holding yourself back was proving harder than you expected.

you couldn't help but pay attention to the sheen of sweat that covered his body, nor could you ignore his hand that was feeling himself up. it tempted you, and you resorted to digging your fingernails into your palm to stop yourself from going over there and fucking him back to sleep.

"m-mc, nnh, help me, please." despite sounding drowsy and like he would fall asleep at any given second, his voice cracked at your name in between hushed pants and heady whines.

"do you want me to help you, darling?" you called out, pushing yourself off the door frame and sauntering your way towards him.

"mhm!" came his quick reply, which, admittedly threw you off. normally he'd be more of a brat, he'd tease and drag out the moment for as long as he could. as you neared him, you began to realise that his eyes were screwed shut and his movements seemed rather... sluggish, almost as though he wasn't completely awake.

it was then that you realised that belphegor was merely half-awake, only conscious enough to know that he wanted to cum. you couldn't help but let out an incredulous chuckle, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"mc, please, he-elp me!" the demon's voice broke in the middle of his sentence to let out a high-pitched moan, hips stuttering against the cow-printed pillow.

you hushed him while your hand grazed his thigh, groping the plush muscle. it was all he needed to cum, spluttering as he painted the cushion white with his seed. you cooed, lifting his bangs away from his forehead to give him a peck.

his hand naturally made a grab for your arm, bringing it up to his face so he could nuzzle into your hold. you took note of the way his eyes remained shut, yet his grip was tight like he wasn't intending on letting you go anytime soon.

you let out a surprised noise as the demon suddenly tugged you down, pulling you into a kiss. you climbed on the bed, moving the cum-stained pillow to the side to straddle the demon, all without breaking the kiss. it didn't take long for the kiss to become heated, and you could feel his dick hardening again.

you wanted to make fun of him, but you weren't much better. your cock was hard and painful against its tight constraint, though you didn't have much time to worry about it as belphegor thrusted his hips up against yours.

belphegor whimpered against your lips, doing it once more, clearly proud of the way your breath faltered at the friction. you huffed against the kiss, hands moving down to keep his hips still, taking control of the situation by rolling your hips down on him.

his arms immediately grabbed a hold of your upper arms, nails digging into the flesh. you broke off the kiss when the lack of air began constricting your lungs, despite the demon's attempts to bring you back down. you panted harshly while your eyes raked over his appearance, sucking in a breath through your teeth when you noticed the precum that had dribbled onto his stomach.

your eyes shifted back to his face, surprised to be met with his bleary-eyed gaze. his eyes were half-lidded, and you could just make out his dilated, unfocused pupils in the dim lighting of the attic. he was panting, but he was oddly not as out of breath as you were. it flustered you, seeing him not as affected as you were, though you tried not to let it show.

however, if the tongue poking out to wet his lips that were quirked up in a smirk was anything to go by, you knew he could tell, in fact, you'd say he was proud of how breathless he made you.

"you look proud," you commented, nails lightly scratching up and down his body, "you didn't think i'd just let you get away with all this teasing, did you?" you made sure to grind down harshly on his cock, a shiver going down your spine at the action.

belphegor smiled sweetly albeit drowsily, though you could see the underlying defiance behind it, his hands moving down to grab a hold of your waist. you quirked your eyebrow, giving him a warning look to which he responded by batting his eyelashes in feign innocence at you.

in a swift move, you held both of his wrists in one hand, shoving them into the pillows above his head. "behave." you warned even though you were aware it wouldn't do much, so you also ceased the movement of your hips.

he whined as a response, squirming around in your grasp with no real strength, his hips pathetically attempting to rut against you. you want to chuckle at his desperation, but the cloth that constricts your cock is all you can think about. you're silent for a moment, thinking of how you could simultaneously take off your pants while keeping the demon in place.

he tries to struggle again, until you remember the power you hold over him. your attention shifts back to him and a wicked smile grows on your lips, which manages to get him to lay still.

"sit still for me, sweetheart." the pet name trickled out of your lips in a sickly sweet manner as a way to get back at him, and you saw the moment it registered that you words weren't a warning, but instead a command using the pact between the two of you.

you took pleasure in the way his cock twitched underneath you at the realisation, wasting no time in shifting off of him to shuffle out of the piece of fabric that got in the way between and him. while doing so, you made sure to grab the lube the avatar of sloth kept tucked between the sea of pillows.

you took in a shuddered breath when the cool air hit your hard cock, feeling belphegor's heavy gaze watching your every move. you made a show of moving back to him, purposely slowing your actions, taking your time to get back to the demon who's eyes hadn't moved away from your body.

the closer you got, the more his eyes drooped, like he was overtaken by his need and lust for you. you sat next to him with your knees tucked beneath your thighs, gently propping him up to how you wanted him, your touches lingering in a way you knew would have his dick twitching and leaking precum.

"stop teasing!" belphegor cried out groggily, body frozen still while under your control. the rush you got seeing him unable to fight against the order made through the pact helped spur you on.

you nestled behind him, his knees touching each other while folded against his thighs gave you the perfect view of his plump ass. you were unable to resist the urge to knead the flesh, leaning forward to massage the plush muscle.

with one hand resting on him, your other hand moved away to squeeze a generous amount of lube on your hand.

"wanna touch ya." he slurred out before you could touch him, the hands above his head wriggling in attempt to get you to recall the command you had on him. you debated for a bit, weighing between undoing the command or keeping it in place. though the second option sounded tempting, you decided against it.

"touch me all you want, belphie." without a second to spare, his arms found themselves wrapped loosely around your neck, urging you to come closer to him. he pulled you into a kiss, and you're not one to deny your demon. with your tongues intertwined, it gave you the perfect opportunity to inch your hand closer to his ass.

he gasped into the kiss when you slowly inserted your digit into him, his hips wiggling around to adjust to the feeling. you distracted him by wrapping your free hand around his hard cock, massaging his sticky tip that made his back arch into you.

you adored the way his eyes glazed over as his mouth fell open in a silent moan while you worked him open, pulling out your fingers when you decided he was loose enough for you.

"keep your eyes on me, darling." you aligned your cock with his fluttering hole, holding onto his knees as you pushed yourself into him. when you finally bottomed out, the two of you sighed simultaneously, your head tilting backwards at the feeling while your grip on him tightened.

the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the room, joined by the sound of belphegor's sinful cries.

"gonna fuck you back t' sleep, jus' like you deserve." the demon whimpered, eyes falling shut and back arching off the bed. he clung onto you, mumbling incoherently under his breath as you continued to pound into him.

you leaned down to pepper kisses on his face in order to silence the moans threatening to spill from your mouth, the avatar of sloth turning his head towards you and soaked up all the attention you were spoiling him with.

"yeah, you like that don't you, baby?" the words spilled out of your mouth, along with the grunts in between your words. you could hardly think straight, belphegor's hole clenching around you in ways that left you feeling breathless.

"mmf, right- right there!" his nails scratch at your back, his legs pulling you impossibly closer and keeping your hips in place. your eyes tightly squeezed shut when he clamped down on you, almost like he was trying to milk you for all you were worth.

all it took was one more deep thrust from you and all the strength left his body, his arms dropping onto the bed while his chest rose and fell erratically. he came, painting both his and your stomach white with his cum.

the avatar of sloth shot you a weak smile before his head lolled over to the side, snores filling up the quiet room. you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the demon, in a state of disbelief that someone could fall asleep after being fucked like that.

you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips as you nestled behind belphegor, throwing your arm around his waist. you whispered a quiet, "sweet dreams, my love." before succumbing to your own slumber.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

[hopefullyababe]

I FIGURED IT OUT

what i say: im going to lay down and go to sleep now

what i mean: im going to sit with my eyes closed while trying to work out the logistics of the strilonde family tree in my no sburb human au

[sevendeadlymorons]

Can I request a part two of the demon brothers reacting to MC being attacked by a demon...... Like after MC saw them kill the demon in such brutal ways, what if they began being scared of the brothers? Seeing them mercilessly kill the demon reminded MC exactly of what the brothers are: Demons.

ANGST ANGST ANGST

Brothers Reaction to MC Fearing Them

WARNING: Angst

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Lucifer

When you two get back to the house, he turns around to ask if you’re alright only to be greeted by two huge terrified eyes

He reached forward but you recoil away from him, your hands trembling as you attempt to push him away from you

The image of him destroying that demons body in a fit of rage lingers in your mind and you find yourself hyperventilating as you escape from him

He figures you would be quite scared of him after that display of violence. He sighs and goes back to his room, figuring that you’d be alright later but actually worrying that you’ll hate him forever deep down

Every passing day, you avoided him though, your eyes shaking in terror and your heart racing whenever he came too close to you and you couldn’t listen to a word he said anymore

Seeing you ignore him and only feel fear towards him broke his heart and he regrets everything that’s happened that night, he’s all alone once again, without you by is side

The overwhelming fear that he’d now implanted inside of you was too much and you often found yourself having nightmares of Lucifer’s face when he mercilessly slaughtered your attacker, the face of a true demon

Mammon

As soon as you got home, his hands were on your shoulders, back to shaking you and asking so many questions. He didn’t even realise the traumatised look you had in your eyes

You slap away his hands, moving yourself away from him with your hands to your chest in fear, his eyes glaring at you, a new terrifying fear that’s now been unlocked for you

You scamper away, desperate to get away from him only to see him follow you, his long strides so different and inhumane to yours

You slam the door in his face, your heart beating wildly and your breathing unsteady as you hear him pounding on the door

He doesn’t understand why you were running from him, he just saved your life? He figured you may need some space after watching him kill that demon though...

Days turned to weeks, you avoided him still, whenever he reached out for you, you’d move away, shaking once again like you expect him to attack you, and that hurt him so much more than he’d like to ever admit...

It didn’t matter how long it’d been, you still trembled when near him, your hands permanently shaking in fear and your mind racking with awful memories of the true demon, Mammon

Leviathan

He breathes a sigh of relief as you two get to the house, immediately turning around to apologise for his actions back there only to see you cowering in fear

He looks at you, terrified that his suspicions of you fearing him were correct. He reaches forward to touch you but he’s pushed away, your hands shaking as you cramp yourself into a corner

He then watches you escape from him in the blink of an eye, leaving him all alone in an empty room with only his racing insecurities and his shame

He falls to his knees, holding his head in his hands as he realises how much he may’ve fucked up, the image of your terrified face stuck in his mind

Weeks pass and nothing changes, you still recoil away from him and stutter when you speak. You’re absolutely petrified by him and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he could attack you like that at any time too

He knew things would never go back to the way they used to be, not after what he did, he’s so ashamed, why did he do it...?

He always tries to speak to you but you run away, his heart breaking slowly each time as he realises he may’ve lost his only true friend and it’s all his fault for losing his temper

Satan

His hand was still wrapped around your wrist when you two finally got back home, his anger subsiding already as he turns to face you

He’s soon greeted by a terrified human, your eyes darting down to his hand that was firmly wrapped around your wrist, pulling away in an attempt for him to let you go

He does and you quickly sprint off away from him, leaving him confused and now alone, just him and his rage

He knew you may be quite fearful at the start but he never expected this, even as days passed and you continued to avoid him, he never quite expected it

Your eyes were so full of fear, repetitive thoughts of how he tore that demon apart and the undying fear he could do the same to you whenever he likes stuck with you

He tries to explain how he’d never hurt you every single day but you wouldn’t listen to him, all he gets in response is a whimper and those painful terrified eyes of yours that rips up his heart every single time

He slowly watched you see him as he truly was: a heartless demon, and that completely destroyed him...

Asmodeus

He was holding your waist tightly when he entered the house, completely ignoring the fact you were trembling in his embrace, your eyes bulging with pure fear

He finally looks down just as you push him away from you, your back pressed against the wall as you watch him step closer

You start to hyperventilate, rushing away from him desperately as you feel his eyes burn holes into the back of your head, the vision of him murdering that demon stuck on replay in your mind as you run far away

Asmo shrugs it off and decides to check on you later, going to his bathroom to wash off all the blood and nasty grime he’d collected

But he never got that chance to check on you as he found you never left your room, constantly finding you avoiding him and staring at him in disgust, his mind constantly wondering what exactly he did wrong

In truth, he knew what he did, but he didn’t think it would affect you this much. He’d try to apologise but you wanted nothing of him, his heart aching at each rejection and at each terrified stare you gave him

After months, he started to realise how distant you were and he missed you, but he knew he couldn’t reverse what he did in front of you

Beelzebub

You were in a state of panic when Beel refused to let you go, his arms wrapped around you, making you feel trapped

He looks down at you, now realising your traumatised face, your arms wrapped around yourself as you couldn’t stop yourself from shaking

He puts you down and reaches out to check if you’re alright, but he felt a slap across his cheek soon after and then you were gone. His mind was running wild with so many thoughts of if you hated him now, were you scared of him...?

He didn’t see you as much after, your gazes never meeting even when he was being friendly with you, you just looked so scared and he felt so guilty

He watched you slowly recluse yourself, all because of him. His actions and what he did right in front of you. He never thought about what that could do to a humans mental state

Every time you thought about him, no matter what you did you were filled with irrational thoughts and traumatic images of that lifeless demons body, a cause of Beel’s unthinkable actions

Months have passed and everything’s stayed the same, except this time, he feels just that bit more alone

Belphegor

When you got home, your mind kept replaying the brutal scene you just witnessed, your eyes darting back to Belphegor then to his hand that was laced around your small wrist

Your breathing hitched as you tried to pull away, watching him stare at you in confusion then slowly recognise that same look of fear in your eyes from that night

He let’s go immediately, reaching forward to calm you down as he starts to panic with you, but you’d already left, ran away from him in pure terror once again

He falls to the ground, his back pressed against the wall as he realises you hate him all over again, all the progress he made with you had now gone to shit

And he was right, your eyes never met his and his displays of affection towards you was rejected with pure fear in your voice and eyes

He promised he’d never hurt you, so why didn’t you believe him, why did you have to fear him all over again? What can he do to make you realise you were so precious to him?

He blames himself all over again, he knew you’d hate his ugly side, who wouldn’t? Now you see him as he truly is... a demon

Part 1 is here

[mitsubitchiee]

Sweet and Spicy lol

Pairing: Mammon x f!MC

Cw: smut (pretty vanilla), afab mc

Summary: porn w/o plot. but like, loving and soft porn? Lots of feelings and making each other feel good.

Preface: So! I didnt finish it. I started writing this like... 4 months ago? lmaooo i dunno if ill ever complete it at this point?? But i alrd wrote like 3000 words of it so i thought ill just post it like this. Just heads up, it cuts off pretty abruptly in the middle of spicy times hdhsh Its also not edited ofc. Ill use the fact that im not usually a writer as an excuse for this jssgp

Mammon’s bedroom door closed behind them as the two walked into the space, her feet headed straight to the couch in the middle of the room. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms just about ready to flop onto the sofa when she felt arms wrapping around her middle. Sighing, she leaned into the heat pressing against her back, resting one hand on his and the other combing through his hair. Mammon had his head buried in her shoulder, taking in her scent that had always soothed him. 

“Thanks for having my back down there… What would I do without ya?” His voice was muffled by her shoulder but she heard him loud and clear as she felt soft lips pressing against the skin near the base of her neck. She hummed. “Just another day, right?” she chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. He was tired. It was one of those days when it was all too much for him, the witches, his work and his brother’s relentless insults. 

Most days he could take it, he would  take it, whether it was because he knew he deserved it or because he was just so used to it, he wasn’t sure. But something changed when she came. She showed him kindness that he had never really been treated to before. She touched him so gently, so lovingly and he didn't know how to take it. When she kissed him, he could’ve sworn he still had his angel wings fluttering behind him. He had never noticed just how tired he was. He never stopped to see how the insults had really affected him until she came. Until she brought the whole world around him to a stop and made him feel like the center of her universe. She looked at him like he was the most precious treasure in all three realms and she cried at the scars that he didn't even notice he had. And then he couldn’t stop noticing it. He felt it every time he was insulted and every time the witches extorted him, every time someone took advantage of him. He learned to recognise it, and every time he does, he just wants to be in her arms. He wants to be held and to be doted on and cared for and ...loved. And he loved her with every fiber of his being, even when he knows he isn’t good at showing it, even when he doubts that he is worthy of loving her, he could never push her away. He would take whatever she was willing to give him even if it's just - 

“You okay?”

Mammon hadn’t noticed how he was leaning onto her hand that was holding his cheek. She saw his face turn into the familiar shade of red as he nodded. She smiled, giving him time to speak. “Can I…” his eyes averted and she had a feeling she knew what he wanted, but let him finish anyway. “...can i kiss you?” Her smile grew and she felt her heart grow in her chest. He had never made a move without her consent, never without asking and maybe that was the reason she felt so safe with him. But she needed him to know that he could ask for or initiate affection whenever he needed. She gently pushed his cheek to get him to look at her before closing the distance between them. As their lips met he felt the breath that he had been holding escape in a sigh, melting into the touch. He felt her hands snaking into his hair, pleasantly scratching his scalp the way she knew he liked. His hand that was resting on her waist made its way to the nape of her neck, cradling her head that was tilted up to reach him. In that moment he felt an immense wave of love flood over him. This human, this tiny, fragile human was the source of his comfort. His human was there, standing on her tiptoes to reach him, hands combing his hair to soothe him, kissing him as if to tell him everything is alright and there's nothing but the two of them in this universe. 

He bent down more than he already had, letting her feet rest comfortably on the ground. Without breaking the kiss, he gently guided her to the back of his sofa, lifting her to sit on it. She squeaked a bit in surprise before pulling back with a laugh. Both of her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him there with his forehead on hers. “Did that make you feel better?” She nuzzled her nose against his, feeling the delightful breath of air that escaped him when he chuckled. “Not yet. I might need one more” his tone was playful, but his eyes were genuine and almost pleading. With a hum, she connected their lips again, revelling in the feeling of his lips against hers, tasting hints of whatever sweet desert they both had after dinner. Teeth grazed her bottom lip, biting gently on the soft flesh, asking for permission. Mammon was never the quietest even in tender moments like these. Her head spins at the sounds of contentment he makes no matter how many times she had heard it before. In the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help her own whimper and she found herself rotating her head, wanting more of him. Her hands travel down his chest, caressing his sides. A growl escaped his throat, feeling his greed slowly growing inside him. He wanted more. 

The two separated, gasping for air but a smile was plastered on their faces, eyes half lidded and pupils blown. “Mammon…” she bit her lip where he had done so before, her hands tugging at his leather jacket, urging him to get it off. He chuckled, pleased at her eagerness, letting his jacket pool on the floor under him. He basked in the way she ran her hands down from his shoulder to his exposed arms and finally to his hands which she took to her lips, placing kisses on his knuckles. He swallowed, somehow more flustered by this innocent gesture than the make out session they were just having. She loves me. The thought sent him reeling and his heartbeat picking up. He watched her hands reaching to the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that she could nibble on the soft skin on the base, pecking anywhere she could reach. Fuck, she loves me. Trailing up his neck, she gave a teasing tug to his earlobe with her teeth, kissing the spot right after. She really-

“I love you” her voice was a whisper right against his ear, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He grunted, eyes shut tight, forehead pressing against her shoulder. He couldn’t handle this. “Ya drive me crazy, y’know that?” Before she could answer, he picked her up and carried her to his bed. She giggled, holding on to him tight before she felt herself being placed on the bed, her back resting against the headboard. Her eyes locked on to his as he made his way closer to her. “I love ya too” he grinned, settling down with his legs straddling her thighs, making sure he doesn’t rest his full body weight on her. Being so close, it took all he had within him to not take her right then and there, but he had to be sure she wanted it too. As if reading his thoughts, she guided his hand to rest on the skin just under her shirt, sighing at his coldness on her warm skin. She brought her face close to his so that he could feel the words she would say. “Then show me,”. At that, he let go of his restraints and let himself indulge in the desire to touch her, to taste her and to let her know just how much he loved her. 

A chaste kiss quickly turned heated as he felt her hands roaming his body. The soft caress of her fingertips on the skin of his abdomen sent shivers running down his back and he couldn’t help the sound that came from his throat. He pulled away from the kiss, bringing his lips to her jaw, down her neck before separating to let her pull his shirt off. One of her hands rested on his waist, drawing circles with her thumb while the other traced the outline of his jaw. “You’re perfect, Mammon” she sighed, taking in the sight in front of her. Mammon huffed, not knowing how to respond except to go back to kissing her neck. He nibbled and bit into the spot he knew has her gasping each time and sure enough, she gasped, her hands gripping his waist trying to ground herself. He drank in all of her sharp inhales, her sighs and her whimpers as his hand traveled up her tummy, circling to her back and tugging on the clasps of her bra, getting them loose. A moan ripped through the air when his hands cupped one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. The sound egging him on even more, finally pulling her shirt and bra off, tossing them away. 

“Gorgeous” He breathed, continuing his trail from her collarbones, hands roaming her top half, not wanting an inch of skin to be left untouched. She didn’t bother covering up her sounds, knowing just how much he liked hearing them. His growing erection didn’t go unnoticed as she cursed under her breath, feeling him harden against her. Her hand slipped in between their two bodies to feel the bulge over his jeans and she bit her lip, feeling herself getting excited by the thought of him. Mammon whined, rutting against her hand begging for more friction. His lips didn’t stop their descent down her front even as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, trying to pull them down impatiently. He slipped out of them swiftly, tossing them away. Before he could do the same to hers, she had wrapped her fingers around his length, causing him to hiss. Slow strokes up and down his cock had him gritting his teeth, a hand resting on the headboard beside her head to support himself and another gripping her shoulder. “Fuck, babe” He moaned her name as her hands stroked the head of his cock deliciously. “So pretty, Mammon.” He had his lips slightly parted, pretty sounds escaping from it, eyes intoxicated and his beautiful toned body bare, just for her. It’s a view she could never get tired of. 

With a grunt, he pulled away from her touches, panting lightly, ignoring the throbbing in his member from the sudden absence of friction. “Let me make ya feel good first” he looked into her eyes, searching for even the smallest bit of discomfort but all he saw was her nodding, her lips pulled into a shy smile. "Mmh, please" she sighed as cool air made contact with the skin of her bottom half once Mammon helped her out of her pants and underwear. With a little ushering from his hand, she spread her legs, feeling both embarrassed and excited by him being able to see all of her. A hand slid down her folds and she could feel herself tighten from that touch alone. Heavy breaths escape her as he traced up and down, thoroughly soaking his fingers with her wetness. "Fuck, you're this wet already" Mammon growled, feeling himself twitch at the thought of her getting so wet because of him. Only him. He prodded at her entrance before feeling his finger almost being sucked into her heat. He curled his finger, searching for the spot she liked best. "S-shit" her head was thrown back, grunting at the feeling of his long finger inside her knowing just where to hit. Another finger was pushed in and she swore her fingers could never do what he did to her. He kept his pace slow, focusing on her reactions wanting to pleasure her more. 

Shifting his position, he brought his face near her core and she could feel his breath so close to her. He licked a stripe from her entrance up to her clit, moaning at her taste and the loud gasp that he heard coming from her. "Mammon…" she felt her walls clenching on his fingers as he continued to lick her clit over and over, her hand tightly gripped on his hair and pushing her hips up to grind against him more. His tongue drove her crazy, flicking and sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves all the while his fingers rubbing at the sensitive spots inside her. He feasted on her like it was his last meal, greedy for more of her sounds and eager to please. The fingers inside her never stopped pumping in and out, gaining speed over time. “Y-your tongue, fuck!” the hand she had on his head pushed down, a silent beg for him not to stop. He felt her walls tighten as she sang his name, cumming around his fingers. Mammon made sure to catch a glimpse of her face as she came, before slowly pulling out of her heat. He sat up and pressed his palm over her hole, still feeling her throb and easing her out of the orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Ya taste so fucking good” 

She opened her eyes as she calmed down, seeing him lick off the mess she made around his mouth. A wave of affection took over her as she pulled on his arm, guiding him closer before joining their lips together. She tasted herself on him as his tongue met hers. Mammon felt his chest being pushed gently and he pulled away. Next thing he knew, he was on his back and she was on top of him, peppering kisses down his chest. He writhed at the words of praise that were whispered against his skin. “You’re so good to me, Mammon. You know just how to make me go crazy for you” her hand was already on his dick, stroking slowly up and down. She hummed, pleased at how hard he had gotten, feeling her mouth start to water. 

A kiss to the tip of his leaking head had him groaning, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. His other hand combed through her hair, gesturing how good she was being as her lips parted around his cock, sucking and licking the head. Her tongue traced back and forth along the bottom of the head before taking more of him into her. He was big. So big her jaw opened near its limits when she took him in and out of her mouth. She stroked the length that she couldn’t fit, feeling a little irritated at not being able to take all of him. With a groan she shifted her position so that his cock was angled straight to her throat. Mammon watched her intently and his breath hitched as he realised what she was doing. He sat up so that he was resting on his ass instead of his elbow. She took him into her mouth again, all the way to the back, wiggling her head to get him deeper, to have all of him inside her. His hands clutch at the sides of her head, assisting her down to the base, his cock twitching at how eager she is to take him. The press of his cock at the back of her throat made her eyes water, but the loud moans that left Mammon made her want to keep it there. She looked up at him, mouth still filled, and he felt his pride swell at the sight of her. “Holy shit, baby. Ah... You’re taking me so well- mmmh... fuck” His voice was hoarse and he spoke between moans. She bobbed her head in shallow movements, loving the way he bucked his hips and moaned praises her way. 

She lifted her head slowly, coughing as she pulled out before looking up at him, licking her lips. “Yummy,” her voice was rough and she was breathing heavy to catch her breath. He took her face into his hands, brushing back the stray hairs stuck to her forehead. “My good girl, taking all of me like that. You’re so good to me” Feeling a gush of wetness escape her at his words, she climbed on top of his lap, rubbing herself on his cock earning her a low growl from Mammon. Their lips meet again in a passionate kiss, needy, greedy for each other. Her pussy felt so awfully empty, desperate for him. “Mammon...please, i need you” in any other situation she would have been embarrassed at the desperation in her whine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about that right then. Mammon wanted so badly to be inside her too, he only growled in response before guiding his tip to her entrance. She slowly sinks herself onto him, back arching, mouth gaping and hands clutching his shoulders to keep balance. A drawn out moan escaped her when her hips were flush against his. He had his face buried in the crook of her neck, cursing at the tightness around him. For a moment they were still, relishing in the feeling of being connected, arms wrapped around one another, bodies pressed against each other, pure bliss. His lips scrambled to find hers, his feverish need for more only slightly satiated from the kiss.

Use your imagination for the rest ;) ⭐ ...i am so sorry but i did warn you it was gonna end abruptly

[wouldduskwood]

Descendants of Despair Part 73

Sounds, muted sounds attempting to draw me back into the real world, began to intrude on my destructive spiraling. ‘Could ignore it,’ I told myself. But, something in the sound…no the voice…it was important. It was a voice I didn’t want to…and couldn’t ignore. I tried to focus on the familiar voice. The growl, frantic, desperate…almost animal like. Yet…beneath the raw, guttural roughness was another emotion. One I recognised and clung onto. A genuine care and concern. The hands that closed around my wrist, pulling me forward, were rough with urgency but gentle in the way they protected me from harm. He was desperate. Frantic for me to do something.

“MC, you can do this. I trust you. I trust you to help get us out of this…and you trust me too. MC I know you trust me too.” Jake’s voice had changed from a hiss, though the desperation still clung to his words. However, his faith in me forced me back to reality. Fucking up didn’t give me an excuse to fuck up again. I cast my eyes around, keenly focusing on my surroundings. The easiest way, the fire escape, was already hindered by the thankfully still arguing couple below. The side we were currently at was high, very few foot holds and no clear areas to jump. But, on the far side to the left was a promising looking building. The jump was far… not too far for myself, I was certain…but Jake was another story.

As I turned to look at him, Jake’s eyes met mine and they were once again steely with determination. He nodded once and we made our way to the edge of the building. The jump would require a run up, not at all fun on a tiled roof, and the landing was a good metre above the rooftop we were on. “We run from there,” I indicated. “straight ahead, gain speed and don’t over think it…don’t slow. Your dominate foot lands on the ledge and you jump, propelling yourself up and forwards. Land with two feet and lean forwards, grabbing out with your hands in case you have miss timed your jump. If you have, grab the ledge, don’t let go. I’ll pull you over. I’ll go first.” I stated, screaming internally. I could very well be sending him to his death…but the prospects of waiting around wouldn’t be good either. “Jake…don’t miss.” I pleaded, then made my way back to the point I had indicated.

Taking a deep breath in, I focused on the jump at hand. I knew I could do this easily, and over thinking was the enemy, but I forced myself to not rush, to allow Jake to watch my movements and have a better shot at mimicking them. My feet hit the tiles beneath me, almost silently. Thankfully, none of them moved or showed any signs of give. The ledge was sturdy and wide enough that my foot found solid purchase and I was soon sailing through the air, landing agilely with both feet on the building above. Leaning forward, I balanced myself and jumped onto the safety of the concrete roof, turning to watch Jake with genuine concern.

Jake cast a quick look over his shoulder, towards the intruders below. He turned back to face me, his shoulders stiffened and his gaze remained focused on mine. Then, he was running. Running… towards me or death. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Jake’s foot found the ledge. He sprung upwards, arms and legs flailing, and landed with both feet on the ledge. I grabbed his hand, before he could misbalance, and pulled him onto the roof beside me. The added weight and his momentum caused us both to fall onto our backs, but we were well hidden now, behind the concrete ledging that sheltered us. Hidden from anyone that may discover the fire escape and only logical escape path.

As I lay, aching from landing roughly against the concrete and taking most of the impact from Jake, I was surprised to hear him chuckling. Quietly and with elation. I groaned. “What,” I mumbled, turning and wincing as I prodded him. Jake just shook his head, unable to reply as he fought to restrain the giggles that were still erupting from him. “Lying here isn’t going to get us any closer to your equipment,” I groaned, attempting to untangle myself so I could stand. I expected Jake to right himself and focus once more on the task at hand, but instead he pressed his body closer to mine. The hand that wasn’t supporting his weight traced along my cheek as he stared intently into my eyes. Slowly, with conviction, he moved the hand from my cheek and pulled off his mask. Once free from his covering, he pressed his lips against mine. Gently…frustratingly gently.

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Part 74

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library sessions

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chloe x  ina x mc

warnings: SMUT

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“Ah fuck Bea, just like that”

Bea is knelt down between Ina’s legs, eagerly lapping up her wetness in the library’s private study room. The professor is leant against the desk, her back to the door and so she doesn’t notice the quiet turning of the handle until she hears a chipper voice...

“Hey professor, I just came to say hi”

Chloe St James.

“Oh! I thought I locked the door” in her haste to shoo Bea away, Ina accidentally kicks Bea in the shin which causes her to emit a sharp hiss as she crawls away to hide underneath the desk

“Is everything all right there professor?”

“Yes Chloe, absolutely fine!” Ina quickly realises she will not be able to pull her panties up without making it obvious. So she hopes and prays that Chloe does not come any closer, and mentally curses at herself for not locking the door. How would she explain this situation if Chloe were to come behind the desk?

Whilst deep in worried thought, Ina fails to notice that Chloe is now closer than before. Almost standing behind the desk, she has a clear view of the panties by her professor’s ankles. Her face blushes a bright crimson

“Uhm, professor, what were you getting up to in here just now?” A sly grin spreads across her face as she grabs hold of Ina’s hands to inspect for any signs that she had been pleasuring herself but is disappointed to find none. It’s then that she notices the unmistakable shoe sticking out from under the desk

“Farmsville you skank!” Chloe throws the professor’s hands aside and crouches down by the desk, anger blazing deep inside her

“I’d recognise those tatty ass shoes anywhere”

Bea, too shocked for words, stares back at her furious face with wide eyes

“Well? What do you have to say to yourself?”

“Get out of my face Chloe” having regained her ability to speak, Bea snaps back at Chloe before pushing her out of the way in order to get up from underneath the desk

“What were you doing with the professor just now?”

Bea rolls her eyes

“Isn’t it obvious? I was practicing my oral skills for the upcoming exam”

“I thought that meant we had to give a speech..” A confused look crosses Chloe’s face before she continues

“Anyway, I’m pretty sure this is against the university rules!”

Ina and Bea feel a sense of panic well up inside them. If Chloe tells the dean, they’ll both be kicked out of the university. Bea knows that things will have to get physical in order to get Chloe to shut up. She cracks her knuckles in preparation for a fight but before she can proceed any further, the professor has pushed Chloe to her knees before her. Chloe takes only a moment to look at the professor with wide eyes before diving into the delicious wetness hidden just barely under her skirt

“Ina, what the hell?”

Bea is absolutely furious with Ina, how dare she let Chloe lick up all her hard work. As she moves towards the girl on the floor to pull her away from her prize, she feels a certain pressure between her legs. She looks down to see Ina’s hand pressed firmly against her and as she looks back at the professor’s face, she notices barely restrained desire. She rolls her eyes before unbuttoning her jeans

“Don’t..” Ina is cut off by a low moan “don’t roll your eyes at me”

Normally Bea would get on her knees right about now but her place was taken by Chloe, who seemed to be doing a rather good job at pleasing her professor. Ina had to admit that Chloe was rather skilled with her tongue, almost as skilled as Bea

At the same time, Ina runs one hand through Chloe’s hair and places the other inside Bea’s panties. She is surprised to find a pool of wetness already waiting for her eager fingers and wastes no time in inserting one finger, then two. Bea moans in desire which, surprisingly, makes Chloe whimper too

“Aw, does Chloe like it when I’m all riled up?”

Chloe briefly pulls her mouth away from the professor’s centre

“Shut up farmsville”

“Hey, no fighting girls” Ina says this sternly which makes both students quieten immediately. They both look to her with wide eyes

“Good girls. Now, back to work” Simultaneously, Ina pushes Chloe’s mouth back towards her dripping wetness and reinserts her fingers into Bea, pumping hard but slowly. Chloe pushes her tongue deep inside the professor which makes Ina’s grip on her hair tighten. She moans gently and picks up the pace

Meanwhile, Ina’s hand moves faster and more erratically inside Bea. She finds it hard to control her fingers when this close to the edge but Bea doesn’t mind. She enjoys the unpredictability of Ina’s fingers and quickly finds herself trembling and ready for release

“Ina, I’m close!” she grabs onto Ina’s wrist as her breathing becomes more laboured and she closes her eyes tightly. Her eyes soon fly open though at the sound of moans escaping the professor and seeing her come is enough to make Bea do the same

After a few moments, Chloe gets up from the floor, a slight amount of Ina’s wetness coating the edge of her lips

“Hey, let me get that for you” Bea runs a shaky hand across Chloe’s lips, gathering the wetness onto her thumb, before taking the thumb into her mouth and sucking. Ina stares at the exchange with a surprised expression

“I’m glad to see you two are finally getting along”

“Whatever, I guess farmsville isn’t totally lame”

Chloe rolls her eyes and looks away with feigned annoyance; she actually felt an intense thrill run through her at the thought of what had just occurred and she wondered if the pair would enjoy such a performance again

“So, same time next week?” Chloe asked sweetly, as if she wasn’t just inviting her professor and public enemy number one to another threesome. Ina raises a questioning eyebrow at Bea, who shrugs in response

“Great! I’ll see you then” with that, Chloe flounces away with an air of confidence when really she was a nervous wreck inside

[pixieminutes]

Coming Home | PSH

genre: angst, fluff, mafia!au, dad!seonghwa

members: park seonghwa x reader, kim hongjoong, song mingi, choi jongho

warnings: swearing

06:56

“yesul-ah,” you cooed, lifting the baby out of her crib, walking her to the kitchen with bouncy steps to make her laugh, “time for breakfast!”

you placed your four-month-old baby in your arms, holding the bottle up to her lips. she started sucking as you breathed a sigh of relief, bringing a pillow for her bottle to rest on.

with your now free arm you reached across and turned the tv on. the return of superman.

“he really is a superman dad, isn’t he?” the mc said.

you rolled your eyes.

“of course,” the other mc agreed, “all dad’s are supermans.”

you quickly shut the tv back off, staring down at your daughter.

it had been four months since you found yourself alone in a hospital room, pushing out your baby girl. it was six months before that when you’d left your boyfriend with a note. he hadn’t come for you, just as you’d told him to, so you left it at that.

seonghwa was the love of your life. you were sure of that. you knew that yesul would never have a dad as you would never find someone else as great as seonghwa.

you often wondered what seonghwa would have been like as a dad. perfect, probably. he does the cleaning and the cooking and he loves children. but you moved away for your own good. or, at least, that’s what you told yourself.

but getting less than six hours of sleep every night, facing every illness and infant problem alone for the past four months, you often had to remind yourself of that.

“come on, yesul, we need to go shopping today!” you cooed, putting the bottle back on the side and carrying your baby up to her nursery.

you made sure she was burped, washed, dressed and entertained before making your own way to the bathroom and having a shower of your own.

“should mummy put make-up on today?” you asked, mostly talking to yourself.

yesul gurgled and you nodded.

“a little bit. i’m not that dirty.”

07:25

“finally,” you said, shutting the door behind you, “we’re out. and we’re going to the supermarket!”

yesul giggled, waving her arms about as you pushed her stroller down the street.

“let’s go,” you whispered so she could still hear your voice as you walked into the supermarket.

you walked up and down the aisles, throwing your shopping into the underneath part of your babies stroller as you went around.

suddenly, yesul let out a loud whine.

you frowned, mimicking her facial expression, “what? what is it?”

you stopped by the side of the aisle, pulling your baby out the stroller and cuddling her to your chest, bouncing her.

“y/n?”

your heard flicked up in front of you, before immediately flicking back down.

“y/n... is that you?” hongjoong asked.

you looked up at him before laughing nervously, “me?”

“yeah. y/n, is that...”

“sorry, that’s not me,” you said, feigning innocence, “my name’s not y/n. if you’ll excuse me, this one’s being a bit fussy.”

you placed yesul back in her stroller, walking out the aisle to avoid the leader of the mafia group your ex-boyfriend worked for.

but he wasn’t stupid. kim hongjoong had met enough people feigning innocence to know what it looked like.

and yesul looking like the mirror image of her dad didn’t help, either.

08:59

“park seonghwa, wake up,” hongjoong said, pulling the duvet off from his friend’s body.

seonghwa just whined, rolling over so his back was to hongjoong.

“wake up! right now!”

“fine, fine, napoleon complex,” seonghwa said, muttering his last words as hongjoong walked out the room.

“i can hear you perfectly fine, pretty boy!” hongjoong shouted, “now come here, i got breakfast.”

“ooh breakfast,” mingi said.

“not you. i need seonghwa and only seonghwa right now,” hongjoong said, pointing at one of the taller members of atz.

seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows, his eyeline following his leader until the short man was gone from view. he wiped his face with his hands, walking over to the mirror and ruffling and patting his hair until it was almost presentable. he pulled on a t-shirt and slumped down to the kitchen.

“toasties?” seonghwa asked, “did you go to isaac toast?”

hongjoong nodded, watching as seonghwa sat down and took a bite of the hot sandwich.

“why? it’s so expensive,” he said with his mouth full, “and so good, oh my life.”

“you have a baby.”

“huh?”

seonghwa dropped the toast back onto the plate, staring up at hongjoong.

“with who?!” seonghwa exclaimed.

of course, you were his only long-term partner, but he couldn’t deny that in the process of getting over you, there were many others.

“who do you think?”

“hongjoong...” seonghwa said, his voice quiet, “please tell me. if it’s not—”

“y/n?”

“if it’s not y/n i’ll go insane,” seonghwa said, “you know that.”

“it’s your lucky day then, isn’t it,” hongjoong said, sighing, “she pretended it wasn’t her, but it obviously was.”

“is she...” seonghwa trailed off before mimicking a baby bump on his stomach, “because that would mean... that it... it’s not mine.”

hongjoong shook his head, “no i saw the baby. it’s yours, seonghwa.”

seonghwa sat in silence for a moment, “is it...”

“it’s a girl, i’m guessing, because she was wearing a dress,” hongjoong said, “she was being kinda fussy but as soon as y/n picked her up she was fine. she’s your twin, seonghwa. especially your nose. has a little bit of hair upon her head as well.”

“did she look at you? the baby?” seonghwa asked.

hongjoong nodded, “her eyes are big. sparkly. they look quite a lot like yours.”

“how was y/n?” seonghwa asked, tears springing to his eyes as he said your name.

it’d been a while since he last said it. you’d left just over a year ago and seonghwa spent half of that time crying about you, a quarter of that time getting with other people and another quarter denying anything at all.

and now this.

“well she was denying her own name,” hongjoong shrugged, “but i guess that’s cause she recognised me.”

seonghwa chuckled, of course you did. you always told seonghwa about how you would be the one to break hongjoong’s hard exterior, and you sure tried whenever you came round. you’d joke and laugh and hug him, and sometimes he did smile and laugh. your happiness was just infectious.

“she looks alright,” hongjoong said, “she only had a little bit of make-up on, and she looked tired when she consoled the baby. but i guess that’s what it’s like having a baby.”

“this might be so wrong but...” seonghwa trailed off, “no. i can’t.”

“i’ve already found her location,” hongjoong said, “jongho is currently—”

“hyung. is this seonghwa’s baby?!” jongho exclaimed.

“name?” hongjoong asked, ignoring jongho’s question.

“park yesul,” jongho said, putting the freshly printed files on the table between hongjoong and seonghwa, “she’s four months old. born february 12th, 2020.”

“blood type o,” hongjoong read, “aquarius. 16 inches long at birth, weighed 4 pounds exactly.”

“she was tiny,” seonghwa breathed.

“it’s not too late, seonghwa. she’s only four months old,” hongjoong said, “you can still be a part of her life.”

seonghwa looked into hongjoong’s eyes. he was being truthful. hongjoong was often hard to read, but seongwha knew when he was lying, there was a glint in his eyes whenever he told a fib.

“what if there’s someone else?” seonghwa asked.

“even if there is, he’s not yesul’s dad, is he?” hongjoong said, “you are.”

“you really think y/n would get ‘someone else’?” jongho asked in a mocking tone, “she left because she was pregnant with your baby, not because she didn’t love you anymore.”

“i– i don’t understand why she’d leave. i told her i wanted kids!” seonghwa cried.

“you’re part of a mafia group.”

“but—” seonghwa stopped himself, “oh.”

“i just felt i had to tell you,” hongjoong said, standing up, “i’m sorry if it’s put you in a difficult position.”

“no, no,” seonghwa said slowly, shaking his head, “no... i’m– yeah, yeah it’s fine.”

hongjoong nodded, tapping jongho’s shoulder, indicating for the pair of them to leave seongwha alone.

the pair walked out the kitchen as seonghwa’s eyes fluttered over the piece of paper in front of him.

“park yesul,” he smiled, “she kept my name.”

“16 inches,” he whispered, trying to space out with his hands what 16 inches looked like, “mini. and only 4 pounds.”

he sighed, looking up to the doorway, “hongjoong?! do you still have that address?!”

13:04

“coming!”

you placed yesul on her play mat, jogging to the front door.

you gasped, quickly shutting the door again.

“no!” he exclaimed, shoving his foot in between the door and the frame, “please, y/n, i know.”

you opened the door again, slowly, with a sigh, “you work quickly, huh.”

“i just woke up and hongjoong told me everything,” seonghwa shrugged.

“did he follow me home?” you asked, “i was so—”

“no, no,” seonghwa shook his head, “jongho was...”

“ah...” you nodded, you were all too aware of the scary amount of power jongho had over every file ever.

it was silent for a moment before you sighed.

“seonghwa, what do you want?” you asked, “why are you here?”

“i- i wanted to see you,” he said, “and her. y/n, i miss you. i want to make this work.”

“seonghwa, i can’t just—”

“i understand. i’m in a mafia group, that’s fucking terrifying—”

“language,” you scolded, “there’s a baby.”

seonghwa smiled sheepishly, “sorry.”

“seonghwa...” you trailed off, “look, this is too sudden. i can’t just let you in immediately.”

seonghwa nodded, “i understand.”

“but that’s not a no, okay?” you sighed, “but this is too much.”

D+9, 15:59

“d-do...” you stopped, “do you want to come in?”

seonghwa had been in contact almost every day since, and you’d been in contact as well. you missed seonghwa. you missed him so much. and every time you sent him a photo of yesul, it made it so clear how much you were ready for her to have a dad, to have seonghwa back.

seonghwa nodded, “yes. yes, yes, yes.”

you turned around, scooping yesul off the floor on your way to the kitchen, placing her in her high chair as you heard seonghwa close the front door and follow you in.

“do you want some tea?” you asked, turning around as you filled the kettle.

your ex-boyfriend didn’t reply, making you turn around to urge a reply, but he wasn’t looking at you.

“hi,” he whispered, sitting on the chair beside yesul’s high chair, “yesul, right?”

yesul smiled slightly as seonghwa tickled her cheek.

“seonghwa, look,” you sighed, “just... tell me what you want, okay?”

you sat down opposite seonghwa as he looked from you to yesul, from yesul to you.

“i want to be here,” he sighed, “y/n, i still love you, okay? and when hongjoong said i had a baby, all i could picture was you and me with one, together. i’m confused and a little bit hurt that you didn’t tell me, but i understand. but... i also hope you could change your mind.”

“seonghwa, you’re in a mafia group,” you cried, “of course i still love you. you’re all i’ve thought about since the day i left. i’ve regretted that decision so badly, yet at the same time, when i look at yesul, i understand why.”

seonghwa nodded, looking to the baby as she flicked her toy around, “me too.”

you sighed, watching seonghwa’s loving eyes. yesul was a shy baby as well, you were shocked that she was trusting seonghwa this easily.

“i’m fine with you being in her life, but i’m so scared seonghwa,” you said, your voice quiet, as though trying not to let her hear, “i can’t count the amount of times i’ve come into contact with other mafia groups because they knew me. what’s that like with a baby as well?!”

“i’ll protect you,” seonghwa said, facing you again, “i promise, y/n. i’ll keep you hidden, i’ll stay at home, i’ll do whatever it takes, okay?”

you sighed.

“why are you so reluctant to trust me?”

“i’m not,” you said, shaking your head, “i just... why? why do you want this so badly? that- that you’re willing to stay at home or keep us a secret.”

“because...” seonghwa stalled, he was so caught off guard, “because i love you, y/n? and that’s what i’d do for you. and– and look at her.”

seonghwa sighed as he looked back to his daughter. his own daughter. he reached out his hand and she gripped onto his finger, giggling as he smiled, “she’s so beautiful. she’s just... she’s precious, y/n and she’s ours.”

you nodded, “she is undeniably yours.”

“and yours,” he smiled, “look at her smile.”

you laughed, “seonghwa, she doesn’t have any teeth!”

“it’s there!” he exclaimed, laughing, “look!”

you shook your head, laughing as he made yesul grin.

“do you like her name?”

“park yesul,” seonghwa spoke, looking back to you, “i love it. our art.”

you nodded, “so... where does this put us?”

“are you saying you’ll come back to me?” seonghwa asked.

“well you could move in here? it’s not much...”

seonghwa chuckled, reached across and taking your hand, “i’ll buy us a house. just for the three of us.”

“god, i wasn’t prepared for this when i woke up this morning.”

“you think i was?”

you chuckled as seonghwa smiled, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“i’ll protect you,” he said, “i promise.”

“go on then,” you said.

“hmm?”

“greet your daughter. you’ve been very half-assed so far. you have a whole year to catch up on if you include the pregnancy.”

seonghwa smiled, pulling yesul out her high chair and cuddling her into his arms.

“here,” you said, “you have to support her head and her bum. head more important.”

he laid the baby on his forearm, holding her head in his hand.

“hi yesul,” he cooed, “it’s me. daddy.”

yesul gurgled and giggled, biting her fingers.

“she’s beautiful,” he said, tears appearing in his eyes, “i can’t believe she’s mine.”

you smiled, kissing his forehead, “thank you for coming home.”