#I am choking so so bad trying not to cry because it's going to sound so feminine and I can't do it anymore

[aftermathing]

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[plmp0]

Bad Game

Summary: You've just missed how rough Heeseung used to fuck you so you decided to push his buttons, but he noticed what you are trying to do and gave you exactly what you wanted.

Warnings: pwp (no plot really), mean!dom!Heeseung, begging, dirty talk, degrading, hair pulling, oral (f r), unprotected sex, cream!pie, i think that's all

A.N: This was a very quicky i wrote at 4 AM, sorry if there is any typos/ weird spacing, also please note that english is not my first language. Enjoy ^^

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"didn't know you were that cock dumb u know? always denying being horny in front of me but all the time you are fantasizing about my dick huh?" Heeseung stuffed two of his fingers inside ur mouth making you choke on them your hips trying to grind on his knee that is positioned between ur legs and he chuckled at ur miserable attempt

"What a pervert, a naughty slut" he whispered in ur ears as he grabbed ur hair and pulled, you arched your back moaning, "And that's okay, you know why? Because i'm the only one who can take care of you like this." he removed his fingers from ur lips groping ur breats making you whimper wanting him to touch you more.

"Only I can fuck u till u can't remember your name." he grunted one of his hands wrapping around your neck choking you lightly but u couldn't help it but grip his wrist and he just cooed at how weak you are.

Heeseung made sure u'd regret messing up with him, trying to make him jealous? really?Knowing how he can't handle seeing others trying to make a move on you in front of him.

"How low of you, horny girl trying to piss me off." He chuckled "You don't know who you're messing up with, sweetheart." He leaned towards you, "I am a man of few words. If you mess up, then i'll fuck u out of your mind."

He kissed you hard and pushed you down the bed, making you lay on your back. He kissed down from ur neck, collarbones, to the valley between ur breasts and you arched your back when he took ur nipple into his mouth, sucking on it harshly.

"So cute" He licked over ur nipples, "So beautiful and all mine." He kept kissing down, reaching your belly making your mind go numb from how different he sounds everytime "My pretty princess" He mumbled spreading your legs apart and putting them over his shoulder, giving a kiss to each thigh. "U could of just said that you wanted me to fuck you dumb" He gave a smirk and dived in between your legs, eating you out.

"Fuuuck" You moaned when he started moving his tongue around ur clit skillfuly hid hold tight on your thighs moving his head left and right and it was just too much for you, pulling on his hair signaling him to slow down but that just made him moan keeping the same pace.

He continued working on you his nose rubbing against your clit as he sucked on it harshly and you felt a knot forming on your stomach moaning his name non stop

Heeseung felt so lost in the taste of you his dick twitching all the time, he took his right hand, bringing his middle and index finger to ur entrance and you rutted your hips trying to feel him inside you and that just earned you a tsk from him and a slap in ur right thigh "Patience, i get that you're desperate to be fucked but there is no way i'm gonna let what you did slip without punishing you" he voiced, still sucking on ur clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

"Pleasee, i'll do anything just fuc-" Your pleads got interrupted by him shoving two fingers inside you and curling them to reach the spongy spot that always made you see stars, "Fuck yes right theree" You arched your back and closed your eyes as the knot was becoming tighter, Heeseung could tell that you were close so he started moving his fingers at a faster pace, making you scream and cum all over his face and he didn't even give you a moment to rest fingers working faster than before making you cry and try to get away from him feeling so sensitive, "No no no" you whined, "too much" You cried

"No?" He stopped and grabbed your chin "isn't that what you wanted, huh? What's wrong now?" he mocked curling his fingers inside you his other hand locking you down on the bed and you could feel yourself close again feeling so weak against him eyes rolling back as you were about to come again and just when you were about to Heeseung stopped moving pulling his fingers out leaving your body shaking as a whine left your lips

"Owww" he cooed looking at ur undone state eyes red and teary lips red from biting on them, seeing you in that state just made his dick twitch but as much as he wanted to fuck you now he couldn't forget what you did earlier his blood boiling even tho he knows it was a stupid plan of yours but that doesn't change the fact that Jay held your hand it doesn't change the fact that his filthy hands wrapped around our tiny waist, and Heeseung couldn't let go of that sight his eyes darkening more making ur skin shiver as he looked you down

"Turn around and get on your knees" he commanded, his voice dark. You followed his command and did as told, "I'm not gonna stop till i feel that you are really sorry for what you did today and don't even try to cum without my permission baby" You could feel his dominance taking over you making you more excited and you couldn't wait for him to wreck you.

He slapped your ass massaging the skin afterwards and then started leaving marks on your back, you felt the tip of his cock rubbing on your entrance, the anticipation was making you go crazy but you ended up disappointed when Heeseung kept grinding his cock on your folds for the next couple of minutes despite your begging he didn't enter you and when you tried to reach out and rub urself against his cock he just slapped your hand away.

He took your chin and turned your face to the side so he could look at you as he started kissing you, his tongue finding its way inside ur mouth. He moved his hands from your waist and cupped your boobs, massaging them, pinching and pulling on your nipples making you whimper and he didn't miss the way your hips twitched burrying himself inside you without a warning stretching you open,and puting an end to your suffering, he didn't wait for you to adjust to his size pounding on you hitting your g spot immediately and you couldn't hold your voice in and moaned loudly, Heeseung didn't stop there he grabbed your neck and pushed your head down and started moving at an even faster pace the sound of skin slapping and moans filled the room, he let go of your neck and you felt his grip on your hips getting tighter as he kept going and going and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your walls fluttering around his dick, "Don't cum until i say so." He warned voice stern as ever and you couldn't do anything but nod his hand steadying your head against the mattress, bed frame banging against the wall at the force of his thrusts, you felt yourself coming closer and closer and he knew it, his groans going straight to your core making you clench on him and he threw his head back cursing at your tightness his hand slapping your ass and the sting brought you back from the edge Heeseungs hand reached to your hair pulling on it and making you arch your back, you couldn't keep your eyes open as they rolled back "Look at you now, can't even speak because of my dick" he grunted and you didn't even have the strength to moan, his grip on your hair getting tighter "What a good little cockslut" he chuckled seeing how his words affected you "But looks like you forgot that you are mine" he thrusted this time hard and deep making you moan and clench around him "Who are you?" You could hear the anger in his voice "Tell me" he griped your jaw cock still deep inside of you waiting for your answer,

"I'm- Yours- Ahh" you choked on your moans making him smirk as he pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed back in making you arch your back

"Again" He repeated and you felt your orgasm approaching again "Heeseung-" You were about to cum but he slapped your ass

"Who do you belong to" Heeseung growled and the grip he had on ur hair and hips tightened "Who's dick are you on?" he thrusted a couple of times before stopping again, "Yours! It's only yours, please let me cum!" you begged trying to fuck yourself on his dick but his hands were holding you still and it was just too much, he chuckled "You should've known better than to be a brat to me baby"

He started moving again slamming his cock inside you hitting the deepest parts of you, making you a moaning mess and after a couple of minutes of begging he finally gave you permission feeling close as well, "You can cum baby, show me how much you love my cock" he whispered in ur ears and it was enough to make u come and tighten around his dick, making him cum right after you

"Fuck" he cursed as he rode his high and then pulled out of you, and he couldn't help but groan at the sight of his cum dripping out of you taking his fingers to fuck his cum back inside of you and then licking it off his fingers, the view made you whine

"I hope that what you did today won't repeat again, understood?" He asked as he helped you lay on your back and you were too tired to even talk so you just nodded whispering a small "sorry" and he laughed a bit "You did so well baby, such a good girl" he praised caressing your cheek and you couldn't help but lean in and close your eyes at the sensation of his hands, he smiled at your action and leaned down to give a kiss to your forehead. And you don't know if this is gonna really be the last time your gonna push his buttons loving the way he fucked you earlier but hey he doesn't need to know now!

Thank you for reading a feedback would be so much appreciated ^^

[peachesofteal]

18+ mdni / dark and twisty, whump

It’s snowing.

You don’t even have to move your head to see in order to know. There’s something about how it hangs in the air, how the world sounds and feels during a snowfall that blankets everything, houses, trees, mountains, your mind.

You love it. Always have. Even as a child, winter was your favorite. Winter brought you a sense of calm, of peace. It was what drove you to move out here in the first place. Chasing the snow. The feeling of a quiet forest, lying still beneath the soft spun expanse of white. The smell of the air the morning before a big snow, the eternal quiet that exists in the darkness when everything is dampened down by the weight of a million, billion unique, crystallized webs.

Except this snow feels different. It doesn't feel like a velvety white, soft dream world, but a nightmare... one filled with pain, anxiety. Why are you here? What's happened?

And why do you hurt so fucking bad?

"You're awake." A deep voice says from your side, and you flinch on instinct, immediately wishing you hadn't as lighting sharp pain shoots through your upper arm all the way to your neck, and you cry out. "Easy." It's the brown eyed man, the bigger one. He's sitting in a chair that cannot possibly be comfortable, watching you.

"Where... am I?" You manage to choke out through stiff lips, your head spinning and the world tilting at the same time. It sours your stomach, more than you thought possible, and you try to choke back the burn of bile that's racing up your throat.

"Are you going to be sick?" He reaches, stroking a finger down your face. You hold your tongue, unsure, and he must not like it, because he sighs, and then frowns at you. "Tell me."

"No, I don't-" You can't even finish your denial before your stomach is heaving, and he's springing to action shifting you amidst unbearable pain, turning you on your side to where a clean bucket sits, right beneath your bed.

"It's alright, that's it." A hand soothes up and down your back as you dry heave, sputtering on nothing, tears leaking from your eyes.

"Nnnrgh-"

"I know, I know. Poor thing." He coos, and it sounds so... endearing, so sweet yet... frightening, like the poison of a predator, a pretty display meant to draw you in before it snaps a set of jaws shut around your face.

"H-hurts." You cry as he rolls you back into your original position. "It hurts."

"I know it does, sweet girl. We're going to fix it." He dabs a cloth on your face, across your forehead and then down to clean your mouth up, just as the man with the mohawk appears on the bed, one knee down, leaning over you, concern rife in his features.

"Poor baby. Were ye sick?" You blink up at him. What is going on? He presses a glass to your lips, encouraging you to drink, and then pulling it away after you've had a few sips with a gentle 'not too much'.

"Who are you?" You smack your lips. The water is cold, refreshing, but a ting acidic, and you wonder if it's well water, maybe?

"I'm Johnny." He's setting up something, beside you. You can see him organizing something, but can't quite make them out due to your lack of mobility. "An' this is Simon. Or Si. But ye probably won't be callin' him that quite yet." Johnny and Simon. Did they find you? Did they rescue you? Why can't you remember?

"What happened?" You try again, gritting your teeth against the pain.

"Ye had an accident, remember? We talked about this yesterday? Ye slid off the road, ended up in a thick of trees. Ye're lucky the one didnae impale ye." Impale?

"And you found me?" You're starting to feel tired again, all the sudden, woozy and weird, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. Shouldn't you be in a hospital? Why haven't they taken you to a doctor?

"Aye, we did. Pulled ye free, brought ye home." Home?

"We couldn't leave you to die, and the storm is pretty bad. Pass is closed." Simon offers as an explanation, and you close your eyes. Of course. The pass is closed.

"Thank... thank you." Johnny hums, and then to your complete shock, leans forward, brushing his lips against yours as you blink furiously.

"Want ye to know, if we didnae have to do this, we wouldnae." What?

"Do what?" The broad one, Simon, casts you a mournful glance, rising from the chair. He's got a piece of leather in his hand, like a cut from a belt, and your eyes dart between them. Do what?

"Bite down on this, precious." Simon instructs, placing it against your bottom lip, to which you jerk away in protest with a whimper.

"Do what?" You try again.

"We need to set your humerus, and clavicle." Set your humerus? And your-

Oh. Oh no.

"N-no. No, you ca-can't." You stutter, but Johnny gives you a sad look, shifting on the bed to place a hand on your belly, stroking upwards to the middle of your chest, the other holding firm against your good shoulder, the one that doesn't hurt. His hand is warm, so warm against you, and his thumb rubs in a cautious motion against your skin, lightly grazing the underside of your breast. It feels weird, and wrong... intimate. "Please, don't. Please, please-"

"It's alright." He shushes you, and the pressure against your body increases as Simon wedges a thick finger between your teeth, slipping the worn leather into your mouth, bracing a hand above your elbow, and below your shoulder on the side that hurts. You gasp for air, fear shaking your body, and Johnny coos at you, telling you you'll be alright, that you're with them now and they'll take care of you, that it will only hurt for a little. "Ye'll probably pass out, bonnie. We'll get the second one done while ye're down, and I already gave ye something for the pain." He assures, like it's supposed to relieve you, and your nostrils flare as something tightens against your arm. Simon's grip.

This can't be happening. How can this happen? No, nononono-

There's a crack. A crunch. Burning, obliterating agony that's delivered to your arm like a shot. You scream and bite down at the same time, raw misery trying to claw it's way out of your throat. You think you're crying, hallucinating from the pain, having a heart attack, everything all at once. It hurts. It hurts so bad, it hurts-

"We're sorry, we're sorry." Simon soothes, thumb wiping your cheek, but you can hardly hear him, your mind starting to sever itself from your body, floating away as you slip inside a dark tomb of your mind, losing yourself to unconscious as they both stare down at you, sickeningly sweet concern layered overtop the faces of a bear and a wolf, predators licking their maws in preparation, waiting to devour their prey.

[junkissed]

show me what you do

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut word count — 1.2k synopsis — jun likes it when you cry. why don't you show him what you can do? smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, dacryphilia, reader has a wap, there is liquid everywhere this is messy asf (and we like it that way), fingering, sadist!jun, mean dom!jun, sub!reader, bdsm dynamics, orgasm control/denial, edging, overstimulation, some humiliation, names (sweetheart, baby, slut), wow this is a crazy one but i am indeed crazy notes — requested by @onlymingyus for my 🐈 1k event — hi. still insane over psycho jun. hbu. it's 4am but i had to write something so pls excuse any errors. tagging @seokgyuu for fun. enjoy!

“jun, please— need to cum, please let me cum—”

you feel your cunt throb with emptiness as tears well up in your eyes, finally beginning to spill down your cheeks at the discomfort of being edged and then subsequently overstimulated for the better part of an hour.

he says nothing as his thumb continues to roll over your swollen clit at an agonizing pace. his other fingers keep your folds spread apart so he has a perfect view of your spent pussy, clenching around nothing over and over again. 

your skin is already glistening with slick from so many orgasms, and he watches with a smirk as more continues to leak out of your hole. your tensing muscles force the wetness to drip down your ass and pool on the sheets beneath you, but he makes no moves to clean it up. 

even if he doesn’t say it aloud, you know he loves the sight: your cunt messy and ruined, and his cock isn’t even out of his pants yet. it’s almost impressive how all he needs is his fingers and his mouth to reduce you to a stuttering, shaking puddle of your own cum.

“you can do better than that, sweetheart.”

you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your cheeks grow wetter with tears you can’t hold back. “please, junnie,” you sob out. “please let me, need it so bad— please!”

“i’ve let you cum plenty of times already, and you still need more? have i not done a good enough job that my baby is still not satisfied?” he presses his thumb harder against your clit, and you gasp and buck your hips into his hand, simultaneously trying to get closer and farther away from him.

“no, just—please, i’ve been so good, jun, just let me have one more,” you choke, your thighs trembling in exhaustion yet you still plead for more.

“and how many times have i let you cum tonight?” he asks as he increases the speed of his thumb petting your clit. he bends his knuckle and the edge of his nail brushes against your nerves for just a second, and automatically your legs jolt and try to snap shut. but his large hands are there to stop you, easily keeping your spread open despite the soreness already settling into your muscles.

you whine in frustration, but still answer his question. “f-four, but—jun, please, it hurts…”

“oh, it hurts?” he asks with faux sympathy, almost mocking you. you know what he’s going to say but you nod anyway, tears still staining your cheeks as you writhe in his grip. “you’re so close that every second without release is almost too much to bear? so overstimulated that you can’t possibly take another orgasm, yet you can’t live without just one more?”

“yes!”

his features melt into a grin, his eyes darkened with lust as he increases the pace of his thumb one more time. “good. because that was my intention.”

your mouth falls open in a guttural moan before it even registers in your brain that he’s taken his hand off of you. your cunt aches nearly to the point of hysteria, and your hips thrash uncontrollably as an incoherent melody of sounds falls from your lips, begging and whimpering and pleading for jun to let you cum. but he just watches with a smirk as his hands grip your thighs tightly, making it almost impossible for you to move or do anything to chase your fleeing orgasm.

your breath catches in your throat, each inhale like fire in your lungs despite the chills running through your body. every inch of your skin is sticky with sweat, and a fresh wave of tears is already beginning to spill down your face.

with a gentle touch jun brushes his finger against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that falls from your eye. you blink your eyes open in surprise just in time to watch as he pushes his finger between his lips, his dark eyes locked with yours as his tongue swirls around his own fingertip. 

he groans at the taste, inhaling sharply through his nose before exhaling slowly as his eyes close in pleasure. a moment later he pulls his finger from his mouth and he opens his eyes again, his gaze falling on your expression as you stare up at him. 

“don’t you know how sweet you taste when you’re in pain?” he asks. he reaches out to swipe his finger against your cheek once more, but this time instead of opening his mouth, he presses his tear-soaked finger against your lips, and you willingly part them to allow him to let you taste. 

he studies your every move and hums when your tongue brushes over his finger. “such pretty tears,” he coos as you squirm beneath him, feeling your cunt beginning to throb again under his watchful eye, his words alone setting you back on the path towards your high. “look at what a mess you are. poor, sensitive baby, look at how you cry. doesn’t it feel so good when it hurts so much?”

without warning you feel a surge of energy, every muscle in your body tensing up as pleasure overtakes you. your heartbeat pulses in your chest and in between your legs at the same time, the sound rushing through your ears and overwhelming your senses as you struggle to stay conscious through your most powerful orgasm tonight.

“and look at you now,” jun chuckles, the same sadistic grin still spread across his face even as you whine and gasp for air. “cumming untouched, over nothing but a few tears? stupid little slut can’t even wait long enough to ask permission anymore. all you know how to do is cum.” he sighs, looking down at you almost with pity. “at least you look pretty when you do.”

“jun, p-please,” you sob, heaving breaths pushing your chest up and down rapidly.

“please, what? i’ve already given you the orgasm you asked for, so what more could you possibly want?” he hums at your silence, and the sudden feeling of his fingers on your clit once more makes you jump. “looks like i haven’t done a good enough job then, since you’re clearly still needy. so i guess i’ll have to just keep making you cum, until you can’t anymore, and maybe then you’ll finally be satisfied.”

he plunges three fingers into you without warning and your walls clench down around them, sucking him in as your cunt greedily accepts him inside you. you’re already feeling yourself beginning to fall into another orgasm, but you fight it off as hard as you can, barely recovered from the previous orgasm mere seconds ago.

“jun—” you rasp, your vision going blank at the force of the pleasure coursing through you. “fuck, j-jun, please, i can’t—”

“oh, you can,” he says harshly, curling his fingers rougher, harder, faster into your cunt. “and you will. until i say you can’t, you will. and i don’t think i’ve seen enough tears yet.” he leans down over your trembling body, pressing his lips against your ear so you can feel his hot breath burning into your skin, as he says the words that fill you with both dread and desire. “so go on, show me what you can do. cum for me, baby.”

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[zoesmp4]

PHOTOGRAPH “we keep this love in a photograph.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: angst, death, use of y/n, 8x9, some fluff

a/n: first angst, i was bawling my eyes out while writing this 😓. based off photograph by ed sheeran, lyrics r in italics. i hope ygs enjoy!!

loving can hurt sometimes. you never really understood how much until now.

FLASHBACK. 

“we should do something.” carl says, fiddling with your promise ring which he got you. he saw it while on a run and thought it was pretty, “pretty items for a pretty girl.” he thought. you were sitting criss cross applesauce in front of him, him doing the same. both of his hands were interlinked with yours, giving light squeezes. “and what’s that?” you ask. “we should take a photo. you know for the future.” “for the future?” “like to show our kids.” you wanted to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. did he really just say that? did he mean it? this boy would be the death of you. 

“wait okay so- i just do a random pose?” you say, looking at the camera carl held in his hand. “up to you baby.” he never failed to make you feel special. you were so in love, and you knew he was too. “m’ ready!” “sweet.” he angles the camera to fit you both into the frame before you press your lips onto his cheek. his lips curve up into a smile before you hear the click sound from the camera. 

carl held the photo of you both in his hand, examining every part of it. mostly examining you. the way your hair fell perfectly upon your face, the way your lips looked perfect on his skin. god, he just knew he was going to make you his wife one day. you giggled at the light kiss stain you left on his cheek. 

PRESENT TIME.

you held the necklace you got when you were fifteen, heavy tears flowing down your face at a rapid pace.

FLASHBACK.

“carl.. you didn’t.” you say, looking at the beautiful silver heart locket in the small black box carl handed to you. “you like it?” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “i love it. i- you didn’t have to.” you say, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “don’t cry pretty girl.” he says, putting his hand on your cheek. “i love you so much carl.” “i love you more.” 

PRESENT TIME.

holding him closer til’ our eyes meet. did it have to end like this?

FLASHBACK. 

“carl you can’t leave me like this. i wo- i won’t allow it. this isn’t fucking fair.” you say, hitting carl’s chest softly. you were so angry, and sad, you didn’t know how to feel. “y/n you’ll be fine. i know you will. you’re a strong girl. it’ll b-“ 

“what about- what about the plans we made? who am i supposed to talk to late at night when i have nightmares? w-who am i supposed to cry about stupid things to? carl i can’t do this without you.” you started to choke on your words, the realization hitting deeper and deeper that you would never get to see, to talk to, to hold, to kiss, to love carl grimes ever again. 

carl pulls you into his chest for one last hug. you embraced him tightly, trying to make the best of it while it lasted. he then cupped your face and pressed his forehead onto yours. “my girl, my y/n, i love you.” 

PRESENT TIME.

you kept his last words deep within your soul. your hands quivered as you slowly opened the piece of paper which carl left for you. your heart stopped when you saw his handwriting. all of his words written on the paper. you wished it could’ve lasted longer. you wished you had more time with him. 

“my dearest y/n. i remember when we first met. you looked so scared. you were always quiet, always alone. i felt so bad for you. i would always admire from afar, watching the wind blow through your hair. you were so pretty. i don’t know how i ended up having you as my girlfriend, but it’s the best thing i could’ve ever experienced. 

i know you’re sad. i know you’re angry. i’m frustrated too. i meant it when i said i wanted to show the photos to our kids. i meant it every single time i said i love you. because i am truly in love with you. every part of you. and nothing will ever change that. in another lifetime we will reunite once again. i will always be with you. don’t ever be scared. we keep this love in a photograph. we made all of these memories for ourselves.

so you can keep me, hidden in the pocket of your ripped jeans. you won’t ever be alone. wait for me to come home.” 

you look at the photo which fell to the floor while you were reading the letter. quiet laughs mixed with sobs come out of your mouth when you remember that day. forever you will have this memory. captured in a photograph. 

[leviismybby]

AOT veterans men and random things/kinks they do during sex

Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith and Miche Zacharias x fem!reader (NSFW 18+, minors dni)

Levi

Marking, Levi bites on any skin that he puts his lips on. He likes having you in missionary not only because he can see the pleasure he brings you and kiss you but because he gets a chance to color your neck in dark purple marks that will stain your skin for days. He won't spare your thighs, stomach and hips either. "Mmm look at that, are you going to cover up these? Or let the whole world see how much you love being marked by me."

Spanking, especially in doggystyle, Levi's hand comes down harshly against your skin leaving red prints behind as he fucks you roughly. He also loves spanking your thighs while eating you out. As soon as your thighs try to close around his head, he lands a harsh slap on your skin. "Be a good girl, keep those pretty fucking legs spread."

Overstimulation, Levi likes the thought of being the only thing in your brain and he won't stop until he hears you say it. You have cum countless times around his cock, his tongue,but Levi wasn't yet satisfied. His fingers work on you at a ruthless pace, your thighs shake, and filthy moans leave your swollen lips. "Gonna cum again for me yeah? Gonna show me how much you love it when your Captain makes you cum yeah? Scream my fucking name."

Choking, Levi enjoys choking you during sex, any position where he can grab your neck is good for him. His rough thrusts make you roll your eyes back, whimpers leaving your lips. "Why the useless stupid sounds baby? I already know that you love getting fucked like a whore."

Degradation, Levi can be very mean at times especially if he thinks that you deserved it, he usually praises you, so you learned to take it as punishment if he gets rude with words. His cock pounds into your mercilessly, almost making you scream. "You're nothing but a slut aren't you? A slut for my cock, I can be the worst man on earth and you would still let me fuck you into oblivion."

Erwin

Cockwarming, Erwin loves having you ride him while he is busy with work and he also loves halting all of your movements and having your warm walls wrapped around his cock. No matter how much you beg for him to move, he doesn't. "Don't get ahead of yourself dear, I'm the one in control, and if you keep complaining It'll be like this for the rest of the night."

Belly bulge, his blue eyes land on the little bulge that appears when he pushes his thick cock deep inside of you. He can't help but put his hand against it, pressing down on it, watching you lose your mind beneath him. "Look at how deep inside of you I am darling, look."

Authority kink, Erwin gets extra into it if you call him Commander. He enjoys the fact that he has this power over you on and off the bed. As soon as you call him by his name, he stops moving taking your jaw and making you look at him. "That's not my name is it? Already forgot who I am I see, let's change that."

Creampie, he has absolutely zero shame about it, the sight of your legs shaking as his cum drips out of you will always be his favorite. Erwin cums deep inside of you and sometimes even hopes that your belly will be growing with his child. "Gonna breed you sweetheart, wanna make me a daddy? You'll look so pretty with my children inside of your belly dear."

Blindfold sex, again Erwin loves control and there is nothing better than seeing you with your eyes covered as he has his way with you, slapping your dripping cunt before diving his head between your thighs. "You want to see me? Too bad, I'll have you shaking and crying once I'm done with you my sweet."

Miche

Nipple play, his big hands love teasing and playing with your nipples. Miche will always take his time when his mouth is on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your buds and sucking them gently. "I haven't even touched you where you need me most and you're already cumming? Naughty girl."

Size kink, Miche is a big guy and he enjoys manhandling you like no one else. He picks you up so effortlessly and slams you down on his cock, your body looks small to his in comparison. "My word how easy you are to break, look at how wet you are."

Praise, as much as he loves being rough with you, Miche is a gentle giant. He would kiss your face in little pecks and whisper in your ear. "You're taking me so well, love. Such a good girl for me. I'll give so much more if you want."

Gagging, he has his hand tangled in your hair as you struggle to take him in your mouth, don't worry he knows what to do. He presses you further down onto his cock and you gag slightly, drool dripping down the side of your lips onto him. "You love it don't you? When I choke you on my cock like that, good girl."

Bondage, a piece of advice, don't piss him off or else you're in for a ride. Miche has you tied to his headboard as he ever so slowly makes his way between your thighs. "Have I not told you to behave? If you moan once, I'll put a gag in your mouth understand? Let's see if my pretty girl can handle it."

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Taglist: @youre-ackermine @the-milk-anon @sixpennydame @notgoodforlife @levisbrat25 @levisgreyeyes @luvjiro @lovolee3 @ackermendick @laraackerman

[wannab-urs]

Only Good Girls

Summary: Dave reminds you why you should always be a good girl for him. 

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: PWP/plot what plot, Reader has hair that can be pulled; fingering f receiving; squirting; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; choking; rough sex as punishment; unprotected p in v; mirror sex; bondage (necktie around the wrists behind the back); toaster strudel not a twinkie; excessive hair pulling, see A/N 1

A/N 1 (Important): This is technically really bad BDSM because there are moments where reader would be completely unable to safeword; however, we are going to suspend disbelief and assume they have some sort of system worked out. This is a pre-established dom/sub relationship with safewords, expectations, and limits all negotiated prior to these events. Additionally, I didn’t write the aftercare into the fic. Dave cleans reader up, wraps her in his arms and cuddles with her for a while, makes sure she’s hydrated, and takes a nice soothing bath with her. He’s a good dom! Everyone is happy and having a good time. Promise. 

A/N 2: What happens when a bunch of horny bitches start sending each other tumblr posts about choking, hair pulling, mirror sex, neckties, and dave york? This happens. Inspo is mostly from this post. posting at 6 am bc i think it's funny to post insane smut at the buttcrack of dawn.

Dave York Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Dave grabs your shoulders and spins you to face the floor length mirror. He’s fully clothed in his suit from work, behind your completely naked figure, and you feel yourself get wet from the sight alone. 

You watch his reflection as he slowly unknots his tie. He pulls it from around his neck and runs the length of silk through his hands. 

“Hands behind your back.” 

You comply immediately, not wanting to make your punishment worse. He wraps the tie around your wrists and slips two fingers between the fabric and your wrists.

“Too tight?”

“No, sir.” 

“Kneel,” he commands. 

The hardwood bites into your knees as you drop to the floor in front of him. You meet his eyes in the mirror. You feel yourself get even wetter as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and slowly, carefully, rolls each sleeve up to his elbows revealing his tanned, muscular forearms. 

He unbuckles his belt, grabs the buckle and pulls it free of his belt loops. You jump as the metal buckle clangs on the floor beside you. He grabs your shoulders and guides you forward until your face is pressed into the floor. 

You hear him settle on his knees behind you before two of his thick fingers plunge into your pussy without warning. You cry out at the sudden intrusion. Dave brings a hand down on your left ass cheek.

“You will be silent unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?” His voice sounds completely unaffected. Bastard. 

“Yes, sir,” you whimper.

He curls his fingers against your front wall and starts pumping rapidly. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to hold back a scream. You can’t squirm away in your current position, forced to take the overwhelming sensation. You roll your lips in, squeeze your eyes shut, and will yourself to stay silent as he catapults you over the edge. Your fingernails dig into your palms as your body seizes around his fingers and your juices coat his hand. 

He doesn’t even give you a moment to relax before he’s fucking his fingers into you again, this time using his other hand to assault your clit. You start to think he’s going to punish you by giving you so many orgasms you never want to come again. 

The sound of your soaking wet cunt fills the air as he plunges his fingers into you again and again. You try to rock your hips back into him, but he has you pinned in place. You bite your lip so hard you taste copper, wanting so badly to stay silent and please him. You’re so fucking close. Your body is a tightened coil on the verge of snapping. A small whimper escapes you as another wave of pleasure courses through your body. 

His hands leave you immediately, and a pitiful whine falls from your lips as your high is snatched away from you. 

“Quiet, little one. Or I’ll have to gag you.”

You nod, your cheek dragging on the floor. Dave brings his hand down on your ass again, harder than before, and you clench around nothing

“Yes, sir!” 

Dave sits back on his haunches. You’re spread out in front of him, holes on display for him, arms quivering in their tie, shoulders heaving with your shaky breaths. Beautiful. 

He opens his dress pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it with the mess you made on his hand. Moments later you feel his blunt head swiping through your folds. He presses slowly in, making sure you feel the drag of every inch of his thick cock.

It feels like hours before he’s buried to the hilt inside you. He fists one hand in your hair and wraps the other around your throat, pulling your head back until you’re gazing into the mirror again.

“Look at you, pretty girl. All stretched out on my cock. Does it feel good?” 

Your eyes slowly focus and you see his broad frame behind you and your body molded to his liking by his hands. Your cunt spasms, squeezing his cock like a vice. 

“Feels so fucking good, sir,” you moan. You’re starting to wonder how this is a punishment.

He draws his hips back achingly slowly and then plunges into you so hard you think your ass will be bruised from his hip bones. Your breath is audibly punched out of you. He jerks your head back a bit further, forcing your back to arch as he slams his hips into you again. Oh fuck. 

He sets a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over. He uses his grip on your throat and hair to keep your eyes on him, his fist in your hair tightening every time you start to close them. You try and fail not to let out a scream when the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. His hand tightens on your throat, until the only noise that can escape is a pathetic gasp for breath. 

He pulls your back to his chest by your throat and fucks up into your soaking cunt, his cock pounding into your spongy front wall. He grunts into your ear with the force of his thrusts, driving you even wilder. Your core tightens around his cock, your whole body feeling like a coiled spring, until finally the tension snaps. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as wave after wave of pleasure wracks your body before you go limp in his arms.

He lets go of your throat and you’re held up only by his punishing grip on your hair. He drops you back onto the floor, limp as a rag doll and still speared on his thick cock. His left hand grips your hip so hard it will leave fingertip shaped bruises in your flesh, and his right hand wraps around the tie on your wrists. His thumb strokes your hip almost tenderly as he pulls out until only the head of his cock is inside you. 

“You’re allowed to scream now,” he says menacingly. 

He growls as he drags you by your wrists back onto his cock. He sets a pace just as brutal as before, filling the room with the sound of your ass colliding with his thighs and your screams of ecstasy. Your whole body feels wrung out like a used dish rag, but he feels so fucking good inside you that you don’t care. 

He drags you back into him over and over, loving the way you give your body over to him completely. He brings his left hand down on your ass cheek just to hear you moan. You want to beg him to let you come again, but all you manage is a weak please groaned into the floorboards. 

“Come on baby. Give me one more,” he groans, as if he read your mind. 

His hand snakes around the front of your body and finds your clit, dragging rough circles on it as he continues to bury himself inside you. It’s only moments before you’re coming again, sobbing and babbling thank yous and curses. Your body convulses, trying to curl in on itself, to escape the overwhelming feeling of him inside you, but you still whine when he pulls out. 

He lets go of you completely and you collapse onto the floor in a heap. You hear the wet sound of his fist on his cock and realize what he’s doing. 

“Sir, please!” 

His hand once again meets the flesh of your still stinging ass cheeks and you let out a pathetic sob into the floorboards. He strokes his cock until you feel the wet spurts of his cum cover your ass and thighs. You turn your tear soaked face up to look at him, about to ask why he didn’t come inside you, but he beats you to it.

“Only good girls get filled up.”

[formulateez]

1:32am | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

genre: literal pwp, except there is minimal plot, random horny hour drabble prompt(s): "i'm going to fill you up so good and make you mine." and "someone's going to hear us!" summary: classic fwb troupe where y/n and oscar try to fit in a quickie during a sleepover with their mutual friends asleep in the rooms next door word count: ~520

requested?: no, teehee, but i got faded than a hoe a few nights ago and wrote this at like 5am and it's been sitting in my drafts for a little bit because i've been too scared to post it LMFAO there also isn't enough op81 content so i wanted to add to it :) but, please reblog and leave feedback !! (but pls be nice otherwise i will cry)

extras: banners made using template by @/cafekitsune !!

"Oh-fuck, Oscar-" You choke out, your hands running through Oscar's hair as his lips found all the spots that draw out heavenly sounds from you. “Please, Oscar, someone’s going to hear us!” You fail to sound stern as the Australian continues to ravage your neck.

“Fine with me, ‘cuz I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” he mutters out in between each kiss that he trails down your front.

It had been a couple weeks since you and Oscar originally made a special friendship agreement. You had invited him over one night to watch a movie or two, and the night ended with his face lodged between your thighs.

Oscar’s mouth and free hand occupy themselves with your nipples, while you buck your hips up to grind against him. “Oh shit, please.” Your plead leaves your lips softly as you ache for him to give you more.

“Please what, baby? Am I making you feel good, hmm?” Oscar hums as he continues to suck on your nipple, while he’s flicking your other nub between his fingertips. “Wanna hear you say it, pretty girl.“

“Yes, yes- fuck, yes. Please, Oscar, more-“ your pleads earn you a slight chuckle out of the guy above you as his fingers find their way to the waistband of your shorts.

“Quite talkative for someone who’s worried about being heard, don’t you think?” His lips are leaving faint marks along your collarbone and the tops of your boobs. Man, does he love seeing the very faint marks peek through the lower cut tops that you often wear during the summer. “You want more? Tell me what else you want, doll.”

As his fingers dip into your waistband, they start to lightly brush over your core as another soft, yet sharp, moans leaves your lips. You grab what you can of his hair and lightly tug him upwards to meet face to face with him. “Fuck- please fuck me, Oscar.”

“Yeah?” Oscar draws his hand out of your shorts as he starts to tug them down, along with your underwear before he throws them off to the side. “You want me to fuck you, hm? Is that what my pretty girl wants?”

“Yes, Oscar, please,” you breathe out, lightly tugging on the hem of his shirt, wanting less barriers between the two of you. “Want you inside me, so bad.”

It doesn’t take long before both of you finish undressing each other, and his lips are finding themselves attaching to your neck once again. His tip is just barely teasing your entrance and he continues to work his way all over your neck and chest.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good and make you mine, princess.” Oscar groans into your ear as he slowly starts to push himself into you, enticing the sweetest of moans from your lips as you savor the feeling of Oscar filling you up as promised.

You both were, in fact, not quiet enough, as Lando was tortured with faintly hearing both of you moan. He quickly threw on his noise-canceling headphones, making a mental note to clown the both of you the next morning.

[ofherpinkways]

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( My friends and I giggle about how the "Love ", "In my room " part sounds like Stewie Griffin singingI tried my best yall - 🤍🩰🧸)

cod men x fem reader fic based off the song(Warnings blood,gore,violence,please beware of the lyrics as they may cause triggers)

*tap* *tap* *tap* "Are you gonna let me in ?*tap* Hello? Hello ? "

You died two years ago on a mission , just "simple" way to go , getting caught in the across fire. "Just the wrong place,wrong time" they said

2:45 and the bell went off,thank God

Many people think i'm odd

He hasn't acted the same since, how could he ? You were the love of his life. The small flame of hope in his darkness and trauma. Now you're gone 6 feet under the below rotting way

But I talk with no one and I walk alone

And I avoid sunlight with a chalky tone

I get home and I don't say hi,it ain't no one there

He stopped talking to everyone completely , shutting everyone out as he rebuilt the walls. The walls that you were helping him break down. Instantly going to his dorm after every mission without saying anything

I don't care,I walk and go right up the stairs

To my room,get in bed and I just wait for dark

He sits in his dorm for hours on end lost in dark thoughts

Because that's when the real show starts

(Tap,tap) tap,tap on the glass go the piece of ass

He eventually started seeing things , YOU. He started showing up about year after your death

So young and pretty ,it's too bad she passed

There you stood again pale and cold

But she comes to my room and we talk at night

You've been showing up every night for about two months now

She's demonic and bloody but she holds me tight

Obviously it wasn't actually you. You stand there lifeless with glossy eyes and a sinister,stomach turning grin .(like the one smiles in Smile 2022) He didn't care

In my bedroom,with her,I'm never alone

And I kiss her cold lips until the morning comes

You guys spend the nights in heated make out sessions

Then she gone,I can still hear her voice loom

But she only exists in the dark of my room

Love,I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love,I do adore you

He became obsessed

In my room

(Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

I try and smile a lot but I'm always frontin'

But I do love a ghost and at least that's somethin'

She don't talk much and when she does,it gets cold

3:00 am now and the whole Base grows cold , nothing feels right

Usually we just lay there,where we hold we each other

We're lovers, we don't need others

The two of you stay snuggled against another

One of my mother's cats jumped up on the covers

And it scared my baby,'cause she don't like pets

The k-9's started to bark loudly outside of the barracks not liking the dark eerie presence in the air , causing you to leave him

So I twisted its fuckin' head off at the neck

"Look baby,it's bloody,it's gone,it's doomed

"please! come back to the room"

"I'll do anything for thee,don't ignore me"

This is more than a sick love story

There he sat begging and crying for you to return

Without you,I'd bring a shotgun to school

And I will if you want me to,for any reason

I hate that you leave when the lights come on

And if I had it my way the fuckin' sun would be gone

Love, I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love, I do adore you

In my room

Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

Love, I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love,I do adore you

In my room

(Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

He just wants you back

Sometimes I kiss her,I start shakin'

Your demonic self has him on a choke hold

She slips me the tongue and it tastes like bacon

There the two of you sit kissing in the dark,footsteps are near by

Uh-oh,something's wrong, baby's upset

you pulled away from him,your frown shifting to smirk

She told me she was spotted by the neighbor's kid

She can't come back now.'cause they know our secret

Unless I can make them keep it

One of the other guys "saw" you

If i do, she may come back to life

Now I'm in their yard with a shotgun and knife

Cut the screen,went and sun the kid

Blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head

He got up and out of the dorm,pinning his own teammate,his own friend to the wall bashing his head against the brick wall in fit of rage

Then the daddy was next,next runnin down

He went after everyone else

I shredded his throat and he was quick to fall,tossed the Mossberg and gribbed the knife

Started stabbing the shit of his wife

One by one he got to everyone

Went home a bloody mess with a job well done (tap,tap)

Wash up and wait for my baby to come (tap,tap)

He cleaned himself up and sat in his bed waiting for you

Love, I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love,I do adore you

In my room

(Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

Love, I can't ignore you

In my room

Do anything for you (tap,tap)

Love,I do adore you

In my room

(Tap,tap go the piece of ass) you and I

There he sat waiting

I waited two, or three days, four days

Waitn' for the tap tap like always

Days passed and you still haven't shown up yet

I waited and hated this

I created a bloody mess

Guilt started to hit him

I waited for two, or three months, four months

Waitn' for the tap,tap just for once

I waited two, or three days, four days

Waitn' for the tap tap like always (where is she?)

I waited and hated this(why isn't she comin' back ?)

I created a bloody mess (tap,tap)

Worry started to hit him

I waited for two, or three months, four months(I fuckin' killed those people!)

He killed his teammates, his friends

Waitin' for the tap,tap just for once ("where the fuck is she ?")

I waited and hated this (tap,tap)

I created a bloody mess(why isn't she coming back?)

(Love) I waited two or three days,four days

GUILT

(In my room) waitin 'for the tap,tap like always (I can't believe I did)

WORRY

(Love) I waited and hated this

GUILT

(in my room,you and I)I created a bloody mess ("I killed them")

WORRY

(Love) I waited two or three months, four months

(in my room) waitin' for the tap,tap just for once ("where is she")

GUILT

(Love) I waited and hated this

(In my room you and I) I created a bloody mess

He went insane

[tojisbbygworl]

Before I Let Go - Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: A grieving woman comes face to face with her thought to be deceased husband and can't find it in her to care about how wrong this was. She missed him. So much.

WARNINGS: Thoughts of Suicide, Suicide Attempt

Words: 4,994

Tags: 18+, 3rd person, Angst, Emotional Smut, Desperation, Grief/Mourning, Yandere, Spying, Kidnapping, Minimal Spanish terms of endearment

author's note: hey y'all. I have another fic for you. I am so glad I finished it it's been sitting in my drafts for a minute. The yandere part of this isn't violent although there is some slight physical pain put on the reader during sex. Just a mention of choking and scratching it's not bad. It's more obsession if anything. Also, I wasn't even gonna try with the Spanish girl. The most he says is carina and hermosa and I know y'all are sick of seeing that atp. I barely even tried with the British for Hobie I'm not about to embarrass myself LMAO

I hope this makes y'all sad honestly I feel like I could have made it sadder but I'm still very happy with it. Anyway, enjoy! 🩵

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The buzzing sound of a phone call is all that can be heard in the apartment. It has been a week since the funeral, and Y/N O’Hara hasn’t said a single word. She doesn't even remember what her voice sounds like.

Miguel O'Hara was everything to her. He meant the entire world. She would do anything he asked, but he never asked for much. All he wanted was her love. She was the same with him. A perfect partnership. She felt like she was on top of the universe. And then it was taken away from her. In a fucking car crash, no less.

He was the smartest person she knew. He was the head geneticist at Alchemax after all. He wasn't a stupid driver. No. It was the other driver's fault. But what could she do about it? It was just a kid. A teenager that had just gotten their license, but hadn't taken official driving lessons; no one really drilled into them the severity of texting while driving. How could she really blame them? How could she press charges? Miguel always told her that she was too forgiving. Too understanding.

He was right. But...she also couldn't help but to think it wasn't fair. That her beautiful husband had to die from their actions, and all they had to deal with was an insane insurance increase and a fucked up car that their parents were bound to replace. She would give anything to trade consequences. Anything.

Almost two months since his death, she's been wandering around her apartment frequenting the most common places she and Miguel would cuddle in. She always had a shared blanket, one of his shirts, or a pillow that had his hair on it to squeeze and cry into. If she sprayed it with his cologne and shut her eyes really tight, she could almost imagine he really was there. Almost.

These objects could never replace him. She missed his warmth. She missed his chest pushing her head up and down from his breathing. It would rumble when he chuckled. His hands were so large that her entire back would heat up when he held her gently. He was so tall, 6'6 to be exact, he would completely engulf her whenever they embraced. She felt so safe in his arms. She doesn't feel safe anymore.

Nearly two months of hunching over on the floor of her apartment in pain. She wailed into the ground. Coughing and scratching whatever she could hold onto, because the pain was too much to bare. Oh, the pain. She wouldn't wish this kind of heartbreak on anyone or anything.

The apartment was large, courtesy of his checks. He could already afford it on his own, then, the both of them married just a few years ago and he didn't expect her to pay a dime, despite how much she insisted. Instead, she bought food and handled upkeep. If it got too expensive, then he would chip in. She would have to move out eventually, his remaining income and life insurance the only thing keeping her afloat. Just another thing that she can’t fathom.

It was 3 bed, 2 bath. One was their bedroom, the other was his office, she's been going in there a lot as well, and they always wondered what they would do with the last room. For so long, it was empty even before she moved in with him. He never knew what he could use it for. He had hoped that she would turn it into a hobby room, she loved to paint and she played the violin a little, but there was a beautiful terrace attached to the apartment that she opted for instead and she insisted the living room had the best acoustics so the room remained a mystery. Until last year, when he dropped a bomb on her.

It was an extremely average day for the both of them. They were both home from work, nothing interesting to report, and were deciding what to eat for dinner. She suggests something they could cook, and he agrees. As the night goes on, something seems off about Miguel. He's quiet and zoning out a lot. Something has to be on his mind, right?

"Babe," she calls for him snapping him out of his trance.

"Hm?"

"Everything alright?" She puts her hand on his shoulders and gives him a worried look. Miguel swallows his spit then turns towards her grabbing her hand and placing his on her waist.

"I've been thinking..." His voice is small. She starts to grow anxious as she had never seen him look so timid. He was more nervous than when he asked her to marry him.

"W-What is it?" She stutters. He kisses her knuckles.

"It's just something that I've been wanting for a while now. And if you don't, then It's completely fine. I care about your happiness above everything."

"Miguel, stop being so cryptic and tell me what's up," She half jokes.

He nervously bites his lips and looks away. Then, taking a deep breath, he looks into her eyes and says, "I want to have a kid."

She felt it was best to pretend the work-in-progress nursery didn't exist. In her mind, the room is still empty. There wasn’t a crib set up. The walls weren't in the process of being painted. They didn't have arguments about what to put on it because they didn't know the gender. In fact, gender of what? They weren't planning for a baby. The third room is as empty as she is.

The both of them were foolish, deciding to get everything set up before she got pregnant instead of winging it like everyone else. She should have winged it. Then maybe she would still have a piece of him with her.

It was so fucking hard to focus on what mattered. She was hanging on a thread that thinned out every single day. Before the funeral, she wondered what would be her breaking point? The point where she finally got up and decided to keep going.

The weather was very fitting for that day. The sun was gone, and the rain came in waves. Her tears, however, never stopped. It was a stupid decision to make it open casket. She gazed upon his resting face for the first time since he died in the hospital then turned and ran to the nearest bathroom to empty her stomach. She hadn’t even gotten to say her speech; Miguel’s mother read for her instead.

Something inside her snapped. Sometimes the pain is a dull ache in her chest, and she’s numb everywhere else. Other times it’s a sharp twang that she can feel in her back. She has to lay or sit down when that happens. Sometimes it courses through her entire upper body and she can’t even move. But this…this stabbing, twisting, and searing pain that ripples through her heart and travels to the tip of her fingers and toes…she hasn’t felt this before.

This was the breaking point, but it did the opposite. She didn’t talk for the rest of the day, her and his family begging her to stay with them. She didn’t listen.

It was nights like tonight that she felt completely alone. She knew she wasn’t, if she just picked up the phone and texted someone, then maybe she would be okay. She just needed to stop looking at the ceiling, turn to her nightstand, pick up her phone, and call her mother. But it was 1 in the morning, and Miguel looked so happy in her lock screen picture…

Her and Miguel had been up here on the top of the apartment building so many times before. They liked to dance, he would watch her play or paint, they had picnics together, it was perfect when they wanted to get out of the apartment, but still have some privacy.

The view was nice. They could see across the entirety of Nueva York. Central Park in the fall was especially amazing to gaze upon. But now it fills her with grief. As she steps on top of the edge, she decides that if this couldn’t make her feel better, then nothing could.

She’s glad she’s doing this in the middle of the night, where no one could see her and call for help. She was sure that she would traumatize a couple people when morning came, a problem that she couldn’t be bothered by. She was ready to be back in his arms. So she walked off. And closed her eyes as she plummeted through the air.

She’s scared. But excited. She only has to feel excruciating pain for a second and then never again. It’s almost over.

She hits something, or more so, something hits her. She’s still flying through the air, but it’s different now. There’s a warm body holding onto her for dear life, and she’s soaring upwards into the night sky. Opening her eyes to gaze at her savior, she sees a masked silhouette. It-it’s Spider-Man…but he looks completely different. She can barely see him, the only source of light being the moon, but she could swear that this wasn’t his mask.

They land on the rooftop again and he puts her down. She crawls away from him, embarrassed and ashamed at what she’s done. She was still alive and now she was in more pain than ever before. Wailing on the floor, she glared up at him in vitriol.

“Why did you save me?” She yelled, her voice powerful for a woman who hadn’t been verbal for a week. Spider-Man didn’t answer. She wasn’t even sure if he was looking at her. “I didn’t want to be saved.” Still, he said nothing. So she continued to cry, and she cried harder and harder until she felt a sensation on her back.

He was trying to comfort her, but when she turned he backed off, holding his hands up instead. Her lips quivered, then she threw herself into his arms. His hold on her body was snug and comforting. Her anger for him dissipates immediately as she accepts his affection. For the first time in a while, she felt safe. She didn’t want him to let go.

And he didn’t. He stayed until she fell asleep in his arms. Then, he picked her up, gazing upon her peaceful face with the light from the inter dimensional portal, then walked into it with no intention of coming back.

~

This wasn’t her room.

She sat up in the bed and took in her surroundings. These weren’t her sheets, that wasn’t her wallpaper, the blinds were different, the floor wasn’t carpeted, everything even the floor plan of the room was different. This isn’t her home.

Her heart begins to pound. Where was she? She was still in her clothes, but that’s the only comfort that she had. Immediately, she shoots out of the bed, the comforter tangling in her feet making her fall onto the floor. The large thump that her fall makes scares her. She stays on the floor, still and quiet as a mouse. There's no noise for a couple seconds. Then, the sound of someone walking.

She hyperventilates, quickly removing herself from the blanket and standing up. But she realizes that she has no where to go. There's a small closet in the room, and space under the bed, but those the only hiding spaces she can think of. And the footsteps were getting closer. What can she do, she wonders as she backs into the wall.

The door swings open. And her heart stops.

Miguel stared at his wife's variant in concern and turns on the light. The woman blinks and shields her eyes, but the bewildered look that she sported quickly comes back. "What happened?"

When he spoke, she gasped and took another step back. She smacked her hand over her mouth. Her eyes glistened with tears, her breath shuddered. "You're alright?" Miguel asked her again. She didn't answer.

For what felt like the longest time, they just stared at each other. He was afraid of approaching her thinking he may scare her away. She was in completely disbelief at what she was seeing. Miguel raised his hands and stayed near the door way. "Please, don't freak out," he began.

She let out a sob, tears escaping her eyes when she did. Placing her hand on her chest, she lifts herself from the wall. Miguel takes this as a sign to keep going.

"I know you must be confused. You're probably upset and angry. I understand." She took a step forward. "But if you would just left me explain..." Another step. Then another. And another. And she held her hand out in front of her. As she approached him, he realized how badly she was trembling, and it only got worse the closer she got. But still, she moved forward.

The speech Miguel had been practicing before she woke up died in his throat. He was speechless as he watched her courageously close the space between them. When she finally stood right in front of him, she hesitated. He could hear her soft gasps and cries. Then finally, she softly touched his chest. He looked down at her hand, then up at her face. Even though she was crying profusely, she looked upon him in wonder. He just wants to reach out and grab her, but he holds himself back.

She begins to rub his chest and torso, appalled by his presence. He looks back down at her hands. Then, they trail themselves up to his neck, stopping right under his chin. He lifts his head up. They both hold their breath for a second. Then, with a gasp from her, and a sigh from him, she finally touches his cheek. Miguel closes his eyes and leans into her palm. He lifts his arm up, and encases her hand in his, keeping it in place.

Her lips begin to move. With a tiny shaky breath, she whispers, "It's you."

Miguel's face is troubled. He has a small frown and his eyebrows were upturned. He twists his head in her palm to give it a small kiss.

Her eyes flicker all over his body. It is him...but he's different. He's taller now. His build is thicker and he feels tense. Miguel was a gym buff, but this man...this kind of definition is not built in the gym. His frown is deep, and so are his wrinkles. His eyes were more troubled than hers, and had the slightest hint of red. And his teeth...she could feel his sharp canines with her thumb.

"No," she realizes. "It's not you."

Miguel opens his eyes and stares at her. He can see the fear growing on her face, and he starts to panic. He moves his hand to her wrist to hold it gently. But he's prepared to squeeze it if she tries to run. "I'm not him. But-"

"But you look like him." She continues, her voice on the precipice of hysteria. "And you sound like him." She holds both of his cheeks and caresses his face with her thumbs. "And you feel like him..."

Miguel winces as he watches her cry louder and louder with every observation. "Cariña, please," He takes her hands off of his face and kisses her knuckles. She completely breaks down crying. Miguel reaches his arms out, and she throws herself into his chest, sobbing into his neck. "You don't have to cry anymore. I'm here now."

"But who are you?" Her voice muffled by his shoulder.

He gulps. "...I am Miguel, but-"

"But you're not my Miguel, are you?" She lifts her head up to stare at him. She looked anguished, her brain not being able to process what was going on. He doesn't answer. "Did you save me?" He nodded. "Why?"

"I had to, baby. I-"

"Where did you come from?" She pushes herself off of him, and Miguel can't find it in him to hold her there. He let's go of her, knowing that there is no where she can really run where he won't find her. "No, where have you been?"

He furrows his brows and tilts his head. "What?"

"Where the hell have you been?" She screams at him in unbridled rage. Her tears were never ending, and her glare was fierce. "I was in fucking agony when you died. I couldn't live with myself. I couldn't get over you. I didn't want to. I missed you so much." Her anger turned into desperation and she falls to her knees on the floor, weeping into her hands. Miguel looks on in desolation, his eyes filling with tears as well. He walks to her and leans down, trying to get her to stand. She flips her head up at him. "Who are you?"

"Please, let me explain." He sits on the floor with her, holds her face and leans into it. She doesn't pull away, instead, she kisses him first, her cries never ending. Her hands tangle themselves in his hair. Miguel wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into him. He sits back and pulls her into his lap.

The kiss lasts until they run out of breath, then they pull away, panting in each others' faces. "I...am Miguel." He starts. "But not your Miguel. And you are not my Y/N."

She shakes her head and scrunches up her face. "Just listen." Her mouth closes again, and she relaxes preparing herself to take in every word he says...

...Miguel spent a lot of time watching her. His Y/N, across the multiverse. In each one, they are together. It's fate. And in every one...she dies. No matter what that universe's Miguel does, she dies. That must be fate, too. Then he found a universe where that didn't happen. He died instead. He took a chance, and when he replaced himself he was the happiest he had ever been. And then everything was destroyed. An entire universe...gone. He swore to never interfere with fate again. He whispered a soft 'sorry' to every Miguel he found after that.

He saw her, Y/N on Earth - 548. Happy as ever with her devilishly handsome husband. He felt for him. He had no idea the heartbreak he was about to experience. But, for the second time in his studies, he was the one who died. He cried, knowing that he could never do anything about it. When she became a shell of her former self, he focused all of his attention on her. Putting all of his work on Jess and Peter, he monitored her. He watched her cry, she spent all of her time off from work at home rolling around in her bed as if the emotional pain was so strong that it was physical as well. He watched her touch herself at night, whispering his name into the empty air, him joining her from where he was spying groaning her name as well, wishing his cum was dripping from her cunt instead of down his hand. He called for her, hoping that his prayers to keep her safe would reach who ever was listening. They didn't.

He knew that when she sat up like a ghost from her bed that fateful night, she was about to do something rash. He held his hand over his watch, ready to jump as soon as he felt he needed to. When she began to walk to the edge, he decided to not even risk it and hopped into the portal.

He didn't expect her to turn and scream at him the way she did. He hadn't heard her beautiful voice for some time, he missed it so much, and the first thing she did was yell at him. He was stunned. He couldn't believe she was right in front of him. He looked at his watch. No indication of a canon event. There was nothing. Which meant...she was never supposed to die.

He was impulsive, he knows that. But, it worked out in his favor. She was supposed to be alive. He had done right. And now he had a decision to make. Does he leave her here to figure everything out on her own, or does he take her with him...and let her family think she's dead…

“You were watching me?”

Miguel refuses to meet her eyes. She didn’t move, but he tightened his grip around her just in case. Her voice was wavering.

When he didn’t answer, she continued. “Why didn’t you save him?”

He looked up at her that time. Above everything else, she was melancholy. “I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I just couldn’t, mi amor. You don’t understand.”

With her face contorted in pain, she released a choked sob. Her mouth was hung open. If she chose to believe this imposter, than hearing that nothing could have been done about the love of her life brought her no comfort. It wasn’t fair.

She gripped Miguel’s shirt letting her head fall forward into his chest. He held her for a long time while her shoulders shook. “Please, believe me.”

She doesn’t say anything, but her cries stopped. He began to worry, but she soon lifted her head up and looked into his eyes. His flicked back and forth between hers, and the both of them dive into another passionate kiss. This time, they don’t let up from each other. It gets more intense. Miguel’s breath picks up as his hands begin to explore her back and waist. She pushes her body up against his, rubbing their chests together.

She’s the one who pulls away opting to kiss down from his cheek to his neck. “Just come to bed with me. Please?” She begs into his skin.

Miguel, in a daze, whispers “Okay.”

He lifts her up and lays her down onto his bed, kissing her sweetly as he climbed on top of her. He felt so much bliss, he never imagined he would be able to do this again.

The way she grabbed his face made him never want to physically leave her side again. This was where he wanted to stay for the rest of their lives. She kissed him with so much despair, so much need, how could he ever leave her mouth? But, the strain in his pants and the grip she had on his back get worse, and he finds a reason to pull away.

She whimpers, missing the way his tongue caressed her mouth, leaving her lips swollen and shiny. Her eyes open, silently asking him where he was going, until he reached under the hem of her shirt and lifts it off of her, exposing her beautiful breasts. She gasps when he begins to rub his hand between them, eventually grabbing one to hold and play with. Miguel grins at her while she watches him rub his thumb across her hardened nipple. Which turned into her watching him dip his head down to her sternum and leave the smallest, lightest kiss.

The restraint he had on himself as he trailed his mouth down her body was unnatural. His claws had long since come out, ripping into the bedsheets as he tried so hard not replace them with her luscious hips. She was responding unbelievably well, making him happy he didn’t listen to Lyla tell him how terrible of an idea this was.

Lyla was wrong, he told himself when he heard her soft cry as his tongue played with her nipple. She began to squirm from frustration, and he just had to push his hips in between her open legs, the heat from his dick making her rub her wet panties along his shaft. Miguel moaned with her nipple fully inside his mouth, her moaning with him from the vibration against her chest.

She’s not scared of me, he thought as he leaves her nipple and kisses down her body. His lips finally met up with her panties, opting to push them to the side instead of taking them off completely. He places a kiss on her sensitive clit, his precum staining his underwear when she yelps. Miguel takes a moment to look at her glistening pussy, then he closes his eyes when he finally licks it.

And she doesn’t hate me. Miguel looks drunk when he starts eating her out. His eyebrows are raised and he gently placed her hand on her spread thigh, caressing the soft skin. Her whines making him even more desperate to please her, he presses his tongue into her center harder. His lips are covered with her fluid. Miguel gives her thigh a nice squeeze, then a slap, then he stands up straight.

When she opens her eyes to look at him, her heart races. His eyelids were low, and he towered over body making her feel smaller than she was. His stare was filled with infatuation, wiping off his lower face with one swipe of his large hand. Without breaking eye contact, he rips his shirt off and swipes his pants and underwear down, his large member bouncing back up. Miguel spit into his palm and started jerking himself off. Then, he climbs onto the bed, aligning his hips with hers.

He drools onto her pussy, her shuddering as his spit meets her clit and runs down her lips. It does well to lube her up with Miguel rubbing his tip in between her folds. “Ngh…fuck,” he mutters, the feeling of her wet cunt on his sensitive head giving him a feeling of euphoria.

She grew impatient, while Miguel was trying to take his time and savor her, she was ready to feel him split her apart. This was something she’s been dreaming about since she lost him. She waited for the day his naked body would engulf hers, his face on her cheek whispering filthy insults and sweet praises into her ear. As she remembers how sex used to be with her love, she starts to tear up.

“Miguel,” she whined making him look at her worriedly. When his eyes open, the red she noticed before is even more prominent. His mouth was opened slightly so she could barely see his fangs. How he could look so similar yet so different from her Miguel, she doesn’t know.

“Yes?” He asks her.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer. I want…” She moves her hips on him again. Miguel looks down at their hips and holds hers still.

He doesn’t respond, just pushes his length into her slowly. He grunts as he sheathes himself inside her warmth, reveling in her cries. “Shit, baby.” She’s tight and squeezing him so nicely, he can’t stop until he's inside of her fully.

She’s breathing heavily with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Her back is arched lifting her naked chest into the air. “Look at me,” Miguel commands. She lifts her head up giving him what he wanted. Her eyes are filled with tears. It hurts, but feels so good. She missed him so much, and now they were one again.

Miguel whimpers at her beautiful face. “Hermosa,” he reaches out to her cheek to hold it. “Don’t cry.”

“But I love you,” she tells him.

He gasps. His hand lifts from her face. Freezing, he stares into her eyes in disbelief. “W-What?”

She takes his hand and brings it to her lips, leaving a gentle smooch. Her eyes close and the tears fall. “I love you, Miguel.”

His eyesight gets blurry as well, and soon Miguel is crying profusely. “Oh, baby,” he leans over her and pulls his hips backwards. Then he slams himself back down, making her yelp. She grabs his face and kisses him. “I love you too.”

As Miguel fucks her slowly, neither of them can find it in them to stay quiet. Miguel has to tell her how terribly in love with her he is. She has to let him know how much she missed him. He leans into her neck and whispers how he missed her too, and to stop crying because he’s here now. Even though, he can’t stop crying either.

She’s so happy to hear that he will never leave her side. She decides to believe him, accepting happiness instead of reality. She ignores his red eyes, his sharp fangs that press against her neck, as if he can barely hold himself back from biting her. She ignores how different the rumbling in his chest is from her Miguel. It’s not soft or sweet nor does it make her content. This one is predatory and dangerous, it makes her nervous.

She dismisses the way he grabs her neck; tight, leaving her with no air, whereas her Miguel knew that she didn’t like it rough. Honestly, neither did he. This Miguel went faster and harder. He grunted into her ear. But, she doesn't care.

She completely ignores how different this Miguel was. Her wishes were answered. She got him back. It doesn’t matter that his hold on her hip was so strong that he’s scratching her. That he didn’t stop or slow down when she came making her overstimulated. She let him cum inside her soon after, knowing that she wasn’t on anything.

“I miss you so fucking much,” she wailed when he slipped his dick out of her, his cum following suit and staining the bed beneath her.

Instead of getting a warm towel, Miguel laid down next to her and pulled her into his arms silencing her cries. “I told you baby, I’m right here.” But she doesn’t correct herself. She doesn’t calm down. She grips him for dear life and Miguel grows nervous.

Lyla was wrong…right?

“You know she will never love you the way she loved him. It will never be the same. Miguel...are you listening?”

“Lyla…shut down.”

ending a/n: Heyyyyy, did y'all like it? This will definitely not be my only Miguel fic but rn I don't really have any ideas for him. My brain is filled with thoughts of Hobie, and I need to stop neglecting my baby daddy Toji, lmao. So I'll be working on a real quick Hobie imagine and my AO3 stories as well for now. Unless I think of something else. I've been thinking about requests but I will fuck around and make a whole story from it cuz idk how to stop writing so damn much. Y'all I rly dk if I want to make another part to JFTN I rly like how it ended and I can't rly think about how I would continue it. Y'all might just have to deal idk girl. I love ya though! Anyway, I'll see y'all in the next story!🩵

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hi. it's sqh/yqy again. you're going to need to read the preceding segment of this for it to make sense.

1 - Critical Failure!

The thing about Yue Qingyuan was that he was really fucking good at this whole cultivation thing. It wasn't for nothing that OP protagonist son Bing-ge had to catch Yue Qingyuan in a trap first to get a good chance at killing him! Even now, years before he'd really hit his prime, Yue Qingyuan was the perfect model cultivator, with a strong and expertly trained body, and, relevantly to this situation, actually pretty fast and possessed of a very good reaction time.

All this to say, Shang Qinghua got out the window.

He did not get much further than the window, because Yue Qingyuan also dove out the window (gracefully!) and (less gracefully!) proceeded to bodily tackle Shang Qinghua.

There was some rolling and shouting and flailing involved. Let it not be said that Shang Qinghua went down without a fight! Or at least without some screaming and crying!

Yue Qingyuan still managed to pin Shang Qinghua down, because of course he did.

"I'm not a chair, stop sitting on me!"

"Just a moment, I really do--" Yue Qingyuan paused to deal with Shang Qinghua's elbow to his face and also slam it down so Shang Qinghua couldn't elbow him again -- "appreciate -- your concern. But there's really no need to bother Shen-shidi with these things, so if you could just -- hold still--"

"Hahaha, no way bro!" Shang Qinghua said, and bit him.

Was this a smart decision? Not really, but it sure was satisfying!

Yue Qingyuan made a noise that could have been an aborted swear. "Shang-shidi, I don't think that was necessary."

"Necessary is a subjective term!" Shang Qinghua said. "It's necessary to turn in paperwork, but have you seen how many people I need to chase down for that?? Clearly the definition isn't universal!"

"That's not the same --"

"It's absolutely the same!"

"You don't bite them!"

"And what if I did? Maybe I should!! Maybe they'll learn to fill out the requisition forms correctly then!!!"

"That isn't--" Yue Qingyuan exhaled. "This isn't... are you... still going to tell Qingqiu?"

"I don't know, am I???"

"It's... private. Please don't tell him."

"If I don't, will you?"

Yue Qingyuan laughed. It was an empty and unpleasant sound. "He wouldn't want me reminding him how I failed." His head drooped down, closer to Shang Qinghua's chest. "I broke my promise, Shang-shidi. Who wants to hear about that again?"

...Was Yue Qingyuan about to cry on him?

.Wow! This situation was already uncomfortable! It was about to get even more uncomfortable!

"If I say I won't," Shang Qinghua wheedled, "then will you get off me."

Having the thighs of a strong and beautiful cultivator on either side of him was the stuff of the shitty romance novels he still liked reading. Every man's dream! Super sexy! Except the romance novels never accounted for when the cultivator was about to have a nervous breakdown! Opposite of sexy, actually!

"You still want to tell him, don't you?" Yue Qingyuan said. "I don't think it'll be better that way. Even if it's you and not me -- especially if it's you and not me -- won't it be worse? Wouldn't he just be angry that I couldn't tell him myself?"

"Isn't this conversation pointless if you're not planning on telling him yourself?" Shang Qinghua said.

Yue Qingyuan looked down at him with big, sad eyes. "Qinghua, please don't say anything."

Ah? Aaah?? Was Yue Qingyuan trying puppy-dog eyes? That wasn't going to work, Yue-shixiong! Too bad! People did that on An Ding everyday! Shang Qinghua was immune! He had no sympathy!

"Don't cry on me," Shang Qinghua said.

Yue Qingyuan laughed again.

Somebody choked.

It was... not Shang Qinghua. It was very much a sound Shang Qinghua would make, but...

Shang Qinghua tilted his head back, and there it was. A little Qiong Ding disciple coming through the brush, scroll in hand, probably playing messenger boy. He was staring at them, wide-eyed and white-faced.

Shang Qinghua suddenly became horribly aware of his position -- Yue Qingyuan on top of him, straddling his hips, pinning his hands over his head, both of them disheveled and breathing hard. He'd been bucking up to try to get Yue Qingyuan off, but at first glance, it looked like... well, that he was, ha, trying to get Yue Qingyuan off. You know, the other way.

"Ah," Yue Qingyuan said, in the tone of someone who was experiencing the same revelation as Shang Qinghua and was just beginning to conceptualize the impact of it on his honorable and righteous reputation.

This would be really funny if Shang Qinghua was not involved.

"I see Da-shixiong is busy with private matters!" squeaked the little Qiong Ding shidi. "Sorry to interrupt! I'll come back later!"

"That's not necessary," Yue Qingyuan began, hastily straightening up. Ah, but that was too little, too late. Shidi was already way out of earshot and disappearing into the distance, clearly intent on respecting the privacy of Da-shixiong.

"So," Shang Qinghua said conversationally, "what are the chances your shidi is going to tell everyone not to disturb you because you're busy?" He put as much suggestiveness in the last word as he possibly could, just so Yue Qingyuan got the point.

Yue Qingyuan winced. "Yan-shidi is... not subtle."

"So everyone's going to know this happened."

"... Likely, yes."

"And they're all going to think we were about to fuck nasty outside."

"Um," Yue Qingyuan said.

Yue Qingyuan was still sitting on him.

Shang Qinghua let the back of his head hit the ground with a thump. "Fuck."

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi! First I'm sorry for your loss I am sending you extra love! Also can I please ask for 33 with Narcissa? Like Y/N is having a bad panic attack at night because of a thunderstorm so she leaves Narcissa alone in the bed. So when Narcissa finds Y/N gone she goes and looks for her. When Narcissa finds her Y/N is on the floor and scratching her arms till they bleed. And Narcissa helps her. Idk something like that if you can? If not it's ok! Also, can it be a Narcissa x fem!reader and fluff? Please and thank you! Again sorry for your loss.

Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you so much 🥹🥰 And thank you for your patience! I’d love to write this for you <33 Hope you’re well! & Hope you Enjoy ♥️

It Means Nothing Without You ~Narcissa Malfoy xFem Reader

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Warnings: self harm, crying, panic attacks, nightmares, implied unsafe situations, fluff, comforting, partial nudity, happy ending, etc.

Enjoy (:

“Why can’t you be good enough??” their voice shouted.

Boom!

“You act like you’re so different, but really, you’re just lazy!!” the voice echoes around the emptiness.

Crash!!

“You’re no different than all those other losers!” they shout, their volume increasing.

SMASH

“Why should I listen to you…?!” you desperately cry out.

“Because you know I’m right!! You’re worthless! Nothing! Useless!” They shout back.

BOOM!!!

~~~

Suddenly, your eyes open and you sit straight up in your bed. You look around frantically, the sounds of the violent thunderstorm only making you more on edge. You sigh lightly as your gaze comes upon Narcissa. But now you can’t sleep. No, the nightmare and the thunderstorm have done it. You tried to go back to sleep, but you couldn't. Tears were starting to well up in your eyes. Sniffling in defeat, you got out of bed.

You started wandering around the manor, basically just pacing. Your heart was racing and you were shaky. You wandered until you were so dizzy and out of breath that you had to sit. You collapsed on one of the library sofas with a choked sob as silent tears ran down your cheeks.

Soon, your sobs became louder as you choked and struggled to breathe through your own tears. In the heat of the moment, you were too fidgety and began scratching your arms, leaving behind light red marks. But you didn’t stop. You fell to the floor in your pool of tears and continued to scratch your arms. It was the only thing which made sense. The only thing that had calm.

Suddenly, you heard the library doors open.

“Y/N? Darling, are you in here?” Narcissa’s voice called out.

You let out another choked sob, indicating to the witch that you were indeed in the library. The woman swiftly made her way over to you. You flinched, trying to hide your arms at the feeling of her gaze. Narcissa’s heart broke at the sight of you covered in your own tears and blood.

“Don’t do that…” She gently yet authoritatively spoke, “Let me see…”

Narcissa came down to the floor with you, and she picked you up to sit in her lap on the couch. Already the mere presence of the woman was calming you down. With the wave of her hand and the muttering of a spell, the mess was gone. You shyly then presented your arms to the woman.

“Oh Darling…” Narcissa cooed with sadness and care lacing her tone.

You looked down, ashamed of your actions, as soon as those words left your love’s mouth.

“I-I’m sorry…” you stammered in a hoarse voice, more tears rolling down your cheeks.

The witch then cupped your cheek and stared into your soul with affection and love. Her lips gave you a reassuring peck to your lips, before she then conjured some medical supplies onto the side table next to the sofa.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmmmm…?”

You wiped away your fresh tears and nodded, allowing the woman to clean your fresh wounds and bandage them up.

“Would you like to talk about it, my love…?” Narcissa softly urged you to talk to her.

“I… nightmares… storm… panic… again” You whispered, shifting in your spot so that Narcissa was laying back on the couch with her back tilted up and you on top of her, as you buried your face in her tits.

“I’m sorry, Darling… Would you like me to remove my shirt…?” she asked, knowing that skin to skin contact usually calmed you down.

You nodded bashfully into her chest. Narcissa chuckled lovingly as she lifted you back up and then removed her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. You immediately snuggled up against her chest and tits, humming in satisfaction.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Better…” you mumbled into her tits, “But not great…”

“Well how about we go get you a glass of water and something to nibble on? And then we can head back to bed?” She offered.

You nodded.

“But… Maybe a few more minutes here…?” You shyly mumbled.

“Sure, love.”

You two sat in the comfortable silence, Narcissa stroking and caressing your hair and figure, while you decompressed on top of her. Eventually, the witch scooped you up, along putting her shirt back on, and carried you to the manor kitchens. She acquired some water and some bread and cheese, and brought it all back to your shared room with you. Once you had drunk all the water and eaten a good deal of the bread and cheese, Narcissa took the plate and cup from you, humming in satisfaction.

“Good girl…” She hummed, while putting the dishes aside.

You blushed lightly at her words. The woman was then quick to join you back in bed, where you immediately cuddled back up with your love. Minutes ticked by and you were calming down more and more.

“Cissy…?” you whispered.

“Hmmmm…? Yes, my love…?” Narcissa murmured.

“Why… why didn’t you do a spell to make… to make the wounds go away…?”

At your words, the witch who you were so desperately holding onto sighed.

“Because Darling… I want you to have them as a reminder. I want you to remember that you can always come to me, instead of going to such extreme sanctions. I will always be tehre for you. Do you understand?”

“I do. I’m sorry, Cissy…” you murmured.

“Shhh, I know, love… Get some rest. We can talk about this more in the morning if you wish” Narcissa hummed.

~~~

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How about a hero who accidentally kills a cat and feels bad about it so they bury it but villain finds them? Love your writing!

The hero was thoroughly, miserably, soaked and shivering on the ground. Dirt coated their palms, under their fingernails and on their knees.

They dragged a hand down their face. Fought off a wretched sob.

Their fingers shook as they set the flower down on the tiny mound.

Behind them, the sirens on an ambulance cut off, plunging them into silence. If they thought about it, they could feel the blood seeping from their side. They could hear the sound of rubble shattering to the ground echo in their ears.

And the screaming.

They could hear that, too.

They didn’t think about it.

A sob worked it’s way out of their chest, painful in their throat as they tried to swallow it.

“I’m sorry,” they choked. Their voice cracked. “It was—an accident, and I know that doesn’t…”

They had to bite their lip to stop another sob.

“Praying?” the villain questioned from behind, voice gentle.

The hero shrugged one bruised shoulder.

“No.”

The villain stepped around, facing them. Their eyes dropped to the flower, the fresh dug dirt on the hero’s hands. The grave.

Their expression softened.

“Ah.”

“You can leave now.”

“Praying for forgiveness, or praying for salvation.”

“I said you can leave now,” the hero snapped. They swiped away an angry tear, dirt smearing on their cheek.

The villain didn’t move.

“Why are you still here?” They bared their teeth in something they hoped was enough of a message to get the villain to leave. They had a feeling it was something pathetic, instead.

“You were crying,” the villain said it like it was an answer.

If the hero thought about it too hard, it was.

They didn’t think about it.

“Burst water line,” they gestured haphazardly to the demolition behind them, the half-flooded street. “No tears, no praying, and certainly no need for you—”

The villain’s expression shifted. “I told you that you needed to microdose your power.”

The hero froze.

“Shut up,” they hissed. “Shut up—“

“You wanted to quit, and I respected that. You have enough scars for a lifetime, we both do. But I warned you. I told you that if you didn’t use your power, it would use you, and it would be an ugly, violent thing.”

The hero shook their head mutely, words stuck under their tongue.

“And you thought you knew better,” the villain continued like it wasn’t breaking the hero’s heart. “You thought you could go through life and keep it bottled inside you and ignore the pressure.”

Their gaze flicked to the wreckage the hero knew lay behind them.

“Did you know better, hero?” Their voice was soft and dangerous. “Did you?”

“I said I was sorry!” It clawed its way out of the hero, and it wasn’t a scream, but it was close. “Okay? I know I messed up. You don’t need to taunt me with it, I already—“

The hero’s gaze settled onto the grave once more.

“I already regret it,” they whispered. “You can’t make me any more sorry than I already am.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”

“Then you’re failing spectacularly,” the hero snorted derisively.

The villain’s jaw ground.

“I’m trying to make you understand that this would have happened regardless of what you did. And that it’s not your fault.”

The hero blinked.

“You just said that I—“

“I said you thought you could fight your power and win. And you were,” the villain conceded. “You might have made it another month. Maybe two.”

The hero had never seen the villain so angry. “But then someone shot you, off duty and in civilian clothes,” they seethed. “The fallout is on them, not you.”

“I killed a cat,” the hero managed roughly. They blinked back tears.

The villain shook their head.

“You were off-duty. A civilian.”

“I could never be just a civilian, you know that.”

“Just because you were the bullet does not mean you were the one who pulled the trigger.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

“I am,” the villain corrected. “But you’re grieving, and bleeding, and suffering from a massive energy drop, so you can’t see it yet.”

The hero let the villain pull them to their feet, dirt smearing between their two hands.

“You want forgiveness?” The villain ducked their head to meet the hero’s eyes. “I forgive you.”

The hero forgot how to breathe.

“You can’t just do that.”

“I can do whatever I want. And what I want is for you to stop crying.”

The hero snorted again, but it was lighter this time.

“You’re an ass.”

“And you’re a civilian.”

The hero shook their legs out. When they went to turn back to the grave, the villain caught their chin, turning them away with soft fingers.

“I forgive you,” they said solemnly, as if they had never said anything so important. “They do, too.” They inclined their head just slightly towards the grave.

For once, as their chest collapsed in on itself, the hero believed them

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Come to Me Like, You'll Swallow Me Up

Starring: Yuta Nakamoto

Genre: Enemies to Lover, Angst, Smut (Dom.Yuta, Semi Sub Y/n). Fluff. Little of a slow burn.

Warning: Smoking, Choking, and Glass Breaking.

Words: 11k

MINORS DO NOT READ

Yuta paced back and forth in his chamber. His index finger tapped against his chin. He chewed on his bottom-lip heels rubbing against the red velvet carpet. The fire at the fireplace cracked lighting up the specific area of the room Yuta was away from. He anticipated your arrival in his bedroom. Wondering what you had done with so many other rooms.

Maybe you didn't choose his room because you knew where it was. You wanted to keep your distance from him because you disliked him. Yuta's bluntness always seemed to get him in trouble. Always so outspoken and two steps ahead of everyone else. What irked most people about him was his inability to care about what anyone else did or thought of him.

Accept right now. Now he wondered if you really truly disliked him. He got the overall vibe from you that you weren't interested, but then again there were times you remained in the room when he walked him. Your eyes followed his frame when he left or instead of leaving the room, you stayed to argue with him. Maybe that meant something, Yuta wasn't the best at expressing his emotions. He walked back to his window halting his pacing. It was bad for his head. It made him overthink and resulted in a very painful headache. He looked out the window promising to himself he'd get you to not be afraid of him. That was the conclusion he came to. Like most people, you were scared of him. He didn't want that for himself or you. Not only for the transition to work but as someone who desired to even be your friend he didn't want you to be scared of him. Maybe there was a way to fix that, he just had to try.

And it's like the Gods were listening. When he looked down he saw you curiously disappearing into the Blood Maze. With wide eyes and a sudden rush, he fled his chambers and went down to find you before you got too far, lost in the Blood Maze.

When he ran down the stairs past the Golden Earth he ran to the golden gates in front of the Blood Maze. For the first time, no one was guarding them. He cursed to himself seeing the ajar open the gate. He ran down the small steps and pushed the gate open. Clouds covered the sunlight. The once bright morning had become a gloomy afternoon. It seemed to always rain more often than not ever since they moved here. At least it helped the garden.

You wondered endlessly around the Blood Maze following the sound of what was only known as a cry. The crying grew louder as you wandered through the maze searching for the person that cried a loud cry. It wasn't a cry of sadness, help, or pain. A cry of longing and loneliness. Your fingers touched the red bushes on the wall. "Hello!" you called searching endlessly throughout the long maze. "I am here to help you! Tell me where you are!" you shouted over the loud thunder. The roses once white covered in red only known as blood. As you picked up your pace you heard rustling behind you. You hadn't turned your head instead you kept running in the direction of the crying.

Meanwhile, Yuta was on your tail. He could smell your scent from miles away. He knew the direction you were going in. Thankfully running to the opposite end of the maze far from the building that connected to it. You were running into the West Wing courtyard where the blood fountain was placed.

Thunder could be heard from the skies above. Small raindrops that patted on leaves turned into large ones strong enough to break them from their branches. Yuta saw when you turned the corner. He knew you had to be chasing something. The maze was designed to draw you in. A sorcerer cursed it to hold the same abilities as the vampires. You felt a need to run towards it instead of away even when you knew you should. It worked in the vampire's favor. Able to draw in small animals to feast on, however, most humans who traveled in never returned. Which is why it was so heavily gated. You ran out of the maze rain pouring down your body. It poured so hard you tried to wipe your eyes to see but your vision was blurry from the added fog. You walked among the grass of the courtyard where you saw a light post. You hung to it looking around from the person you had heard crying. The crying had stopped and all you heard was the rain that plopped onto the black metal benches and on statues. The Foutain in the middle hidden by the fog began to overflow. Irene from afar had shut the blood that poured out draining the blood so the two would not mix.

Yuta stepped out of the maze searching for you. Hair and clothes sticking to him he worriedly searched. He knew the maze was no place for a human. It drains your energy, most humans went hours without realizing how long they traveled in the maze. When found your body limp on the light post he ran to you. He checked your face seeing your eyes half open. He cursed to himself swinging you over his shoulder and running to the nearest entrance. He stepped onto the glass floor feeling his legs wobble. It wasn't because of your size, he just hadn't had anything to eat yet. Irene and Yeri came to his side followed by Seulgi. They took you from his arms while Wendy and Joy carried him to his chambers so he may eat.

When you woke you jerked from your bed. Irene ran to your side but hadn't asked if you were okay. Her lips didn't move she just stared at you with concerned eyes. You looked into hers breathing rather heavily. Your heart raced a nightmare flowed through your slumber. Blood and death, caused not by the vampires but by you. You tried to shake your mind off the evil thoughts but couldn't. Seulgi came to your side with a glass of water. She handed it to you and you accepted in thanking her once you gulped it down. They also changed your clothes for you and fixed your hair. "Thank you," you said. Seulgi only nodded taking the cup from your hands. "I haven't had much time to thank you for everything you've done for me," You said to the three girls. Yeri smiled shaking her head waving her hand motioning to you that it was alright. These girls were already used to it.

"And if you don't mind me asking…" you trailed looking at each girl and then back at Irene who sat next to your bed. They all waited for you to speak. "Why is it that I've never heard you speak? You are all silent. I've never end heard you breathe. Are you vampires too?" you asked. Seulgi shook her head and smiled bringing a cool rag to your head. You gently pushed her hand away. "Why don't you speak?" you asked looking directly into her eyes. She sat back caught off guard by your boldness. Just as she was about to speak the door opened and Yuta came in.

"Y/n your awake," he said walking further inside the bedroom. He looked less pale than he did this morning, more refreshed. The three girls bowed leaving the room to just Yuta and you. He watched as they left. They closed the door behind them. You feel less comfortable sitting up on the bed you laid in. You cleared your throat as Yuta lit up a cigarette by the fireplace. Once it lit he walked back to you sitting in a chair not far from your bed. You eyed him from your spot.

"What? Mad that I didn't sit with you?" he teased cigarette between his teeth. You scoffed pushing the warm blanket past your legs and grabbing your phone. You hadn't checked your phone in days. When you opened it you saw so many missed calls and texts from Jeno. Eyes widened you opened them reading them to yourself.

May 6th, 2023 10:23 pm Jeno- I miss you

May 7th, 2023 3:09 am Jeno- I'm sorry if that was lame. I just miss you.

May 10th, 2023 7:12 am Jeno- I was thinking if it would be okay if I came over? There are some things I want to get off my chest.

May 10th, 2023 3:00 pm Jeno- Just forget it then. I wanted to fix things with you but this is exactly what I'm talking about.

May 11th, 2023 5:06 am Jeno- I'm sorry. Can we just talk?

May 15th, 2023 7:15 pm Jeno-I saw those flowers you like. Thought of you.

May 16th, 2023 Today at 1:02 am Jeno: If you want me to leave you alone just tell me. But if not please there's something I need to tell you. It's about those guys you hang out with. Read

Jeno-…

Jeno- I saw you read my texts. Please met me at our old spot. Read.

You went to answer but the sound of glass meeting the table followed by a loud sigh caught your attention. You turned to see Yuta's glass placed on the table and cigarette in his hand. He chuckled placing the cigarette down, a grin wide spread on his cheeks. "Pathetic," he said taking another puff. "What?" you asked. Yuta raised a brow at you, legs crossing over the other. "Are you that clueless or are you doing it on purpose?" he asked hand holding the cigarette motioning to you and then your phone. "He's begging for your attention not because he feels bad but because you won't bite. Yet here you are ready to respond," He says taking another swig of his drink.

You held your phone down. "How did you know it was him? Did you open my phone?" you asked turning as Yuta stood up from his seat. He shook his head pushing the chair in and standing at the end of the small table hand leaning on a chair. "I don't have to read your messages I can tell by your body language. By the look on your face and to be honest, your phone has gone off like crazy, and being that you two just broke up not too long ago, guilty by association it leads me to believe it's him," he said.

"Or am I wrong?" he asks. You roll your eyes and stick your phone in your pocket. Letting out a huff you decide you didn't want to argue with him again today. You made your way to the door ready to turn the knob until you felt a hand on your wrist. "What do you want from me Yuta?" you ask still focusing on the golden door knob. You don't move and neither does he. He keeps his hand over your wrist preventing you from turning the knob. "Am I wrong?" he asks again. "Wrong about what? Jeno? You already guessed correctly," you said back still turned to him. When you realize he won't let go you let out a frustrated sigh. "Look I don't know what you want from me but if this is how you plan to keep talking to me then this isn't gonna work. A friendship, relationship even us being friendly neighbors won't come true if you keep treating me this way," you say honestly but still avoided his eyes. He remained silent and listened to every word.

"You always tease me and make me feel so low. You say the most spine-chilling things sometimes and I don't understand why. Do you like people being scared of you? Do you like the fact that you are unapproachable? Listen, I know you have been very kind to me when it comes to me staying here and I have no right to tell you what to do or where to go in your own home but I will no longer let you talk to me like I'm one of your brothers. You can't scare me or boss me around like you do to them, okay?" You say holding back a few breaths just so you wouldn't overspill on your words. If you said too much he could use it against you later on to tease you or entice you to fight with him.

"I don't know how to speak with you. You are very complicated," he said eyes focused on the back of your head. You turned to face him and he stepped back but his hand still remained above yours. You didn't understand what he meant. You had been everything but complicated. You weren't submissive but you weren't rude or confusing. You never overcomplicated things so what was he talking about?

You scoffed. "Complicated? Are you even listening to yourself? You don't know me at all Yuta," You shook your head in disbelief. You let your head fall, and you felt the headache approaching. Taking your health into account you decided to pull your hand away and leave. You opened the door turning your head slightly. "I was looking forward to all of us becoming close. Maybe we can if You weren't so complicated," You said walking out into the hallway and closing the door behind you leaving Yuta alone.

You had found yourself in Doyoung's chamber which Jaehyun was in but left to take care of something. He left you alone with Doyoung which was a bit awkward. It had been a minute since you were both alone together.

"Doyoung," you said looking at him from the window where you sat. His nose which was once stuck in a book quickly turned up in your direction. "Yes?" he asked. You played with your fingers feeling the small frog in your throat. You were never this nervous around anyone, not even when you published your first book. You let out a breath avoiding his eyes and looked towards the sun that peeked through the gray clouds. "What's the real reason you haven't spoken to me?" you asked still keeping your eyes away from him. "I deserve to know," you said. Doyoung smiled setting the book down and coming in your direction. You stay on the bay window the velvet couch underneath you tickling your exposed skin from the new dress you were wearing. Doyoung came behind you sitting down and holding you in his arms. Your head lay pressed against his chest while you played with the hem of your yellow dress. He closed his eyes while he rest his arms around you. "I still think of you," he whispered softly into your ear. His warm breath fanning your neck. He smiled against your skin seeing the faint marks of his teeth on your neck just below your ear. "I want to spend all my time with you," he said lips dangerously close to your neck. "But your not only mine," he said.

You thought about his words. You turned your neck to face him hands over his arms. "You avoided me to give your brothers a chance?" you asked. His eyes were closed but he nodded. You turned back it all making sense now. No wonder Yuta sent you to Jaehyun that morning and not Doyoung. They took turns getting to know you and them instead of all at once. You widened your eyes realizing today might have been your day with Yuta. No wonder he didn't send you anywhere. There's nowhere else to go. Then you remembered the argument you two shared and slouch into Doyoung's arms. "What's the matter? he asked swaying side to side slowly with you in his arms. You sighed. "I fought with Yuta again. We can't seem to get along," You said. Yuta chuckled opening his eyes and feeling the slight burn from the sun. It faded once a cloud covered the bright star. "My brother had the hardest time dealing with people. You see he's had the saddest story of all of us. He isn't used to people loving him as much as they fear him," he said keeping you in his cool embrace.

"He doesn't exactly know how to deal with power. He's always had it. Once the leader of the thieves and now the eldest brother he's used to being in charge. He doesn't know what to do when something or someone more powerful is around him," he said. You sat up turning to face him hand on his chest. You raised a brow once you met his eyes. "So I'm complicated because I'm powerful? That doesn't make much sense," you said. Doyoung chuckled eyes now opened. He shrugged nodding his head. "When you put it that way it does not. He has no sense most times when he is dealing with someone like you. Remember you are the key to saving and ending his life, that is a lot of power to hold whether you realize it or not," he said making sure you understand the ability you had over all of them. They desired, trusted, and loved you, not only because you were you but because of the power you held. Which also made them just as scared of you as you were of them.

You knew what Doyoung meant. No questions needed to be asked he was clear as day. Yuta was sacred of you not you of him. I mean of course he made you nervous and made you jump here and there but you weren't deathly afraid of him. Most times you felt bad for him and his brothers. Yuta and Doyoung never choose this life for themselves and Jaehyun had no other choice if he wanted to survive alongside them and not become a meal. Maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh to him, it's just sometimes all he does is egg you on. Doyoung pulled away from you and your eyes followed him. He pulled an invitation out of his pocket. "There is a ball we are hosting tonight. People from all over the world will be joining us," he said handing you the letter. You took the beige envelope with the red stamp from his hands. "You are invited," he said bowing to you. He stood back up a smile on his face. "Also," he said turning to his side. He pulled out a signal rose. "Will you accompany me to the ball?" he asked bowing again, letting one knee touch the ground. He held his hand out to use, and you place your hand in his. He didn't hold it until you responded. You nodded sometimes you forget he used to be a prince. "I will accompany you to tonight's ball," you said. He held your hand in his standing up. Your body followed his and his grin was wide.

"Great now you may go dress shopping with Yuta," He said nonchalantly. Your heart fell and your eyes widened. "I'm sorry what?" you asked unable to hold it in. Doyoung nodded watching as your hand fell from his. "Yuta will help you find a dress for tonight. Jaehyun is taking care of something in the cellar and I had to prepare the party. Yuta is the only one available to tend to your needs," he said letting his hand settle behind his back. He knew you two weren't getting along but he couldn't be selfish with you even though he wanted to be. He wanted to take you and run off. He wanted to be the only one to touch you and kiss you. He wanted to be the only one to love you even when you were old and grey. But instead, he shared the same dreams with his brothers.

"Irene or Yeri can't take me?" you asked. You silently begged him to say yes. You still weren't ready to be confronted with Yuta. Doyoung shook his head. "They will be here, accept Selugi. She will travel with you but you have to go with one of us," he said. "Why?" you asked crossing your arms over your chest. "Because we must buy the dress for you. And anything else you'd like," he said making his way to the door. He grabbed his jacket helping you put it on. If he couldn't be with you, he'd give you a piece of himself like Yuta had done the first night you arrived to stay. You sighed adjusting the sleeves, they slipped past your hands but it wasn't too bad. "Are you sure I can't go with you or Jaehyun?" you asked for the final time, hoping the answer would be different. Doyoung shook his head. "I'm sorry but he is the only one. And it is only a dress you'll be back in no time!" he said trying to lift your spirits.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him making your way to the exit.

When you arrived downstairs alongside Doyoung you saw the car parked just outside the front entrance. You sighed stepping closer and closer to the vehicle that Yuta leaned on. With a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes and an umbrella over his head, he removed the cigarette from his lips, taking one last hit before he threw it away. He grinned once you arrived teeth on his display. Doyoung walked you up to Yuta holding his own umbrella. "I shall see you later tonight," Doyoung said placing his hand on the small of your back. He leaned down, kissing just below your ear before he walked away, leaving you to Yuta.

"Are you ready?" he asked. You sighed covering the sun from your eyes. The rain had cleared up. Most days the rain didn't last as long, only about an hour or two before it cleared. The skies weren't blue but they weren't dark anymore either. They were cloudy but the sun still peeked through the clouds every once in a while. "Let's just get this over with, okay? I didn't choose to be here," You said walking to the opposite side of the car. Yuta chuckled leaning off the car door. He opened it sitting behind Seulgi who sat in the driver's seat. She had closed the umbrella placing it in the passenger seat beside her. Yuta removed his sunglasses putting them back in the case. "Don't you need them?" You asked. He shook his head tapping on the dark windows. "These are tinted. They block the sun," he said. You nodded turning away. You placed your elbow by the window and your head on your hand looking at the scenery as you drove to pick out a gown.

"Do you like it here?" Yuta asked fifteen minutes into the drive. The silence he usually welcomed but right now it was killing him. This would never work if he didn't just get over himself and talk to you like a normal person. "Huh?" you asked lost in your own thoughts for a brief moment before he interrupted. "Do you like it here? With us?" he asked again. You looked over at him, his eyes already on yours. "Oh," you said turning away slowly back to the window. You nodded. "Yeah, I do. It can be fun," You responded. Yuta nodded his head a small smile on his face. He wished he was a better host to you, but he's glad his brothers have done well.

"I'm happy to hear that. I wouldn't want your stay to be uncomfortable or make you feel unwelcomed," he said mushing whatever words he could think of to form a proper or somewhat proper sentence. "Really? All you've done is make me feel uncomfortable," You responded back thinking to yourself all the times Yuta flirted with you or teased you about something. All the times he called you out on your behavior, like the morning with Doyoung. Or read your mind and told you what you were thinking. Yuta sighed he was starting to become frustrated. To him, this is what made you complicated. He was making an effort and you refused to see it! Were you just blind or were you doing it on propose? He looked over at Seulgi through the mirror. She shook her head at him, pursing her lips then nudged her head at you. Yuta shrugged back unsure of what to do.

You kept your eyes away starting to feel bored with the long car ride. You weren't sure where you were going or how long it'd take to get there. You could take a nap to pass the time but you didn't feel tired so instead you counted the cars that drove past you. Yuta sighed tongue swiping through his bottom lip as he thought of something to say. "Look, Y/n I really meant what I said. I want this to be enjoyable for you," he looked back into the mirror as he spoke making contact with Seulgi. She nudged her head again to continue with his confession. You smiled to yourself, he was actually trying. He sighed. "And it was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. So I'd like to say I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you. I've been a terrible host and I'm sorry," he apologized head turned away from you in embarrassment. You turned to face him. His head was low and no longer looking in your direction.

"It's alright," you said causing Yuta to lift his head up surprised eyes finding yours. "Really?" he asked. He couldn't believe it was that easy. You forgave him so fast, he had fully convinced himself he'd have to give you the moon for your forgiveness. You chuckled showing off your beautiful smile to him. "Look I can tell your trying to make things better and I appreciate it. However, this doesn't mean all is forgiven. We still got some work to do," you said causing Yuta to smile.

You both had finally arrived to pick out a dress. Yuta had taken you to a bouquet owned by a little old woman. Her husband owned the tailor shop where the boys would get their suits. They had each promised the old woman that one day they would bring someone in whether it was to have a dress or a suit made for their lover. Yuta was fulfilling his promise today with you.

When you both walked inside Seulgi remained by the chair next to the door. The old woman was used to Seulgi by this point and her odd behavior. She usually left her alone with a glass of water beside her since she didn't speak to her. Then again she didn't speak to anyone. When you arrived first the old lady came from behind the counter after seeing Yuta walk in behind you. She smiled brightly as she greeted Yuta. She turned to you sending you a smile and then looked back to Yuta. "Who might this be?" she asked looking back at you. She looked you up and down then back at Yuta. "This is my friend Y/n she's here for one of your gowns. My brothers and I are hosting a ball, but I wanted you to make her something special," he said. You glanced at him for a couple more seconds than you intended to. Yuta wanted to bring you here? Being that he is friendly with the old lady this place must be important to him in some way. The old lady turned back to you and smiled. She clasped her hands together. "Oh, that is lovely. So thoughtful of you Yuta," she said touching his arm. A small hint of pink bloomed on Yuta's cheeks but he hid it turning away to greet the old lady's husband.

After some time of trying dresses on and off you couldn't seem to find the right one. Yuta had left with the older man to try on his suit leaving you with the old woman whose name you learned is Jennifer. Jennifer had helped you into and out of many different gowns and made the same faces you did when you didn't like one or when one just didn't feel right. "Maybe pink?" she asked looking at you through the long mirror. You were currently in dress number eight and it was a gold dress. It just didn't fit the overall vibe you were hoping for. You shook your head turning to the small steps to get off the stand. Jennifer helped you unzip the dress and let you get changed behind the curtain. As you got changed Yuta returned in his suit that wasn't hundred percent finished yet, it was almost there but Jennifer's husband Lewis took a break.

"How's everything?" he asked sitting next to Jennifer on the cream-colored couch. Jennifer sighed shaking her head. "Not very well. We haven't decided on a dress yet," she said looking in the direction of the curtains that rustled every so often. She sighed again watching the curtains. "I hope this is one," she said smiling to herself. Yuta leaned down to her. "I picked this one out myself. I think it will be perfect," she said excited to see you in the gown she picked out just for you. Yuta knew Jennifer had an eye for fashion and was just like her husband. It's why he's continued to come here for so long. He knew her grandparents when they first opened the bouquet. She had her mother's eye for fashion. She took care of him and he took care of her. She knew of his secret identity outside of what he presented to the world. She knew what he was and his brothers but she promised to never tell, and never did.

"Do you like her?" Jennifer asked out of the blue. Yuta's felt his heart leap for a moment. He brushed off his nerves with a scoff. Jennifer pursed her lips at his reaction swaying to herself. She was no fool, she knew when a man fancied a girl. She could tell he had it bad for you, from the moment you walked in and he insisted she cancel any appointments to tend to your needs. Even booked you a private room to try on the dresses when most girls only book the room for their sweet fifteen, sixteen, or wedding.

"What?" Yuta asked still shocked by the sudden question. Jennifer chuckled cheekbones rising. "What? Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?" she asked slight attitude in her voice. She turned to Yuta looking into his eyes. "It's very obvious you like her," she said sitting closer to him. "Why not ask her out?" she asked nudging his arm. Yuta shook his head and adjusted his perfectly fine shirt.

"No no," he waved his hand. "I can't see doesn't feel the same," he said hurt by his own words. Jennifer sighed patting his back. "I'm sure that's not true. I saw the way she looked at you and the way you looked at her. And I've been around for a long time just like you have so I'm surprised you still haven't picked up on these things," she said chuckling her wrinkles meeting under her eyes. Yuta chuckled back nodding his head. He was older than her but she will always be smarter than he is when it comes to romance. I mean it's been many decades for him and he still isn't married. Jennifer has been with Lewis for over forty years and has three kids so clearly she has done well in that department of life.

"Okay, I think this one looks good!" you shouted from behind the curtain. Jennifer touched Yuta's hand telling him to stay to get his reaction to the dress. She told him it was to get his opinion but really she just wanted to see his reaction to your beauty. She nodded standing up and waiting for you to come out. "Okay show us dear," she replied making sure she wasn't blocking Yuta's view. The curtain pulled back and you came out in a deep purple ball gown. The hem of the skirt is covered with black lace.

The cut on the front of the dress exposed the tops of your breast but they didn't spill out instead they rested along with the corset preventing them from moving. The dress is outlined in black lace and dark sparkles at the end of the gown made you look enchanting. Yuta's eyes widened, jaw falling to the floor as you stepped outside. You looked just as beautiful as you did yesterday. You looked just as gorgeous as you did at the previous ball. You looked just as perfect as the night he first saw you move into your home next to his. He stood up eyes meeting your eyes. He made sure his mouth had closed but his eyes couldn't help but wander all over you. He admired you for the beauty you are. Your eyes, lips, skin, smell, body and hair everything perfect. However, you looked like no matter what, you were perfect to him. Jennifer smiled a blush on her cheeks as she watched the two of you interact. She figured her work was done, you had found your dress. She quietly walked away and waited for you both a the resister.

"You look…" he began but the words died on his tongue. He had never been this speechless in his entire life. He didn't know what to say or think in the presence of you on a normal day but imagine now. Now standing before home dressed like an absolute queen. He felt like the only appropriate thing to do was get on his knees and beg for you to allow him to even look at you. But instead, he didn't and continued to take in your sight.

"Do you like it?" you asked swaying around so the dress would dance with your frame. You smiled turning to the mirror and seeing the dress for yourself. Perfect you thought. This was the perfect dress for you to wear tonight. Yuta still hadn't answered your question but you really hadn't noticed. Not until you asked again drawing him from his trance. "Yuta?" you called. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes met yours. "Yes?" he asked.

"Do you like it?" you asked again a bright smile on your face. You enjoyed parties and couldn't wait to wear this dress tonight. You waited for his response as he twirled in the dress to pass the long seconds. You didn't need his approval but it would be nice to hear he liked it at least. "Yuta?-"

"It looks alright," he said gulping. You scoffed stepping away from him. Alright? You looked alright? I mean you understand he didn't have to say something crazy I mean your not his lover but he was never shy to flirt with you before. All you wanted was to hear something nice, maybe that you looked pretty in the dress like a normal person would say if you looked nice. But what was a description like alright supposed to do for you? You walked off behind the curtain a little hurt by Yuta's words. Yuta had finally come to his senses realizing what he said. He went to chase after you but realized it was too late. Soon you came out in your old clothes. Yuta bought the dress and you both drove back to the manor and once again awkward car ride.

When you walked into an empty bedroom to get dressed you were welcomed by Irene and Wendy. They stood next to a vanity holding a hair brush and some makeup. The girls smiled when you walked in greeting you with a wave. You walked in annoyed the door busting open. The door seconds from closing was busted open again by a frustrated Yuta right on your tail. The two girls took this as their time to leave. They brushed past the two of you ushering Yeri to leave as she, unaware went to join in getting you ready. Wendy closed the door behind her and left down the hallway until you were ready. You huffed when you saw Yuta behind you. "Why are you following me?! I thought I told you to leave me alone!" you shouted at him your hands waving around in anger.

"Why must you make my life difficult?!" you shouted at him again. Your hands slammed on the table in front of you. You let out a frustrated huff as your nails scraped against the table forming into two fists. You felt your head start to pound from the tension in the room. "Difficult?!" Yuta asked stepping closer to you, boot heels pressing into the carpet.

"I am not difficult! You, my dear on the other hand are quite difficult," he said chest heaving. He shook his head in disbelief small strands of hair falling in front of his forehead. Your face felt hot, full of anger. Everything you've felt over the last couple of months was erupting to the surface. Every sly comment and argument boiling up to the surface after being suppressed for so long was coming out of you because of Yuta.

"I am difficult? I can not believe that you can stand there and tell me that I am the difficult one. Yuta I've been with you all for months and every time I see you or speak to you you've never once said anything nice to me. You speak to me like I'm some scared lonely puppy who you believe will do everything you say like your brothers do!" Your fingers rubbed your temples. You felt your head pounding as fast as your heart.

"And let me be clear I do not expect anything from you. I do not expect a formal welcome or a kiss on the cheek. I do not expect a profession of love but what I do want, the only thing I want from you is to treat me like a decent human being. You haven't even taken to the chance to get to know me, to possibly become my friend," you took a pause for breath. "But I will not beg you. I will not beg you to treat me right nor be my friend," you said gathering yourself to leave. After tonight you were going back to your home and staying away from here, at least from Yuta.

You went to leave turning away from Yuta and completely shutting him out. You have had enough of this treat me. If you wouldn't take it from Jeno, you certainly were not going to take it from Yuta. Who did he even think he was? You thought as you reached the door turning the knob. Was he out of his mind-?

“You sleep on your right side because it’s more comfortable," he began lighting a cigarette. He took a puff and then held it down to his side. He nodded to himself his body turned to his side towards the window. Once he let out the smoke he began again. "You have a beauty mark right under your eye but it’s usually hidden under your makeup so you draw it back in. Your skin is sensitive so you make sure to have extra sunscreen when going outside. You have a small scar on your shoulder and another on your hand. You hate cigarettes and can’t stand that I have one right now. You love to watch movies and read books-“

“Everyone watches movies-“ you protested now looking in his direction. “Yea but you dream of one of your books becoming a movie someday so that everyone can experience the stories you tell,” he said. He paid for a moment eyes finding yours. “You love the color green and you hate the color yellow. You prefer winter over summer because when wearing a swimsuit you are insecure even though you have nothing to stress about. You enjoy traveling but would rather stay inside. You prefer cookies over cake and cupcakes over pie. You like how the color purple looks on you but not pink. You have a mole on your left thigh in the shape of a cloud,” he paused letting out a breath. Frustrated hands flew around when he spoke.

“You smell like Rosemary but when a person gets really close to you they can smell the sweetness of vanilla from your skin. You prefer to always be clean and fresh every morning and night and your soap is honey-scented. You don’t wear much perfume and prefer gold jewelry or silver. When you can’t sleep at night sometimes you hum a song to yourself that I assume someone very close to you used to sing. You have long lashes but you struggle to curl them. Your eyes sparkle every time they meet mine and you hate driving and only do it when you have to,” he said eyes staring into yours.

"I know you are in love with my brothers and they are in love with just as much as my heart longs for you," he said as he moved closer to you now inches away from you. The door that was once opened slowly closed as the knob slipped through your fingers. "My heart longs for like it has for no other. You are everything I am not, you are better because of this you deserve the absolute world," he said cigarette long gone. He stepped closer to you hovering over you. You looked up into his eyes and saw that same sparkle he was talking about before. You felt the tears slip out of your eyes and past your hot cheeks at not only his profession of love but that he paid attention. He knew every detail about you and knew everything about you. Unaware of his love for you, you didn't know what else to do but grab him by his face and kiss him.

He held his hands on your hips pulling you closer to his frame. He ran his hands down to the back of your thighs patting the back of them. You jumped and he caught you wrapping your legs around his waist. He smiled into the kiss as he pressed you up against the bookshelf behind you. Knocking down different old books Jaehyun left for storage, not even paying attention as they fell to the ground. Yuta kissed down from your lips holding your jaw steady as he sucked and licked the skin from your jaw to your neck. Your head fell back hitting some books behind you. You didn't even feel the pain of the books. Lost in Yuta's touch your eyes fluttered closed as he sucked on your warm skin.

He smirked watching the beautiful reactions you gave him. "Are you going to do well for me baby? Gonna let me ruin you?" he asked essence of lust and tease laced in his voice. You nodded feeling the wetness that slipped past your thighs, forming a pool in your panties. "I can smell you," Yuta whispered against your neck. His hand held the back of your head cradling it in his large hand. You felt your whole body become warm at his comment, feeling shy all of a sudden. You tried to hide your face away but Yuta's hold was too strong to move away. "You smell so good baby," he placed a kiss on your neck. His hand left your head sliding down your body and palming you through your pants. You moaned at the contact from his fingers. He wasn't even fully touching you yet and already you were becoming undone in his arms.

"I wanna taste you, baby. You'll let me taste you right?" he asked dark lustful eyes looking into yours. He began to pull up the skirt of your yellow dress gripping at your plush thighs. His nails dragged down your skin tickling you as he waited for your answer. You felt the flutter in your stomach appear when he placed you over his tightening bludge. The only thing covering you were your panties and his black dress pants. He trusted against you letting you know exactly how hard and ready he was for you.

"You feel so good like this baby. I can feel how wet you are," he let his eyes flutter shut as he kept his slow moments with his hips on your pussy. A hushed moan escaped your lips causing him to grin. He opened his eyes looking at where your legs were spread for him letting his cock rub against you. He yanked you from the bookshelf, walking to the vanity. He threw everything off, all the makeup and hair products landing hard on the floor. He kicked the vanity chair back with you in his arms lips attached to yours. The chair fell hard against the floor one of the legs breaking. But Yuta or you didn’t care, you didn’t even hear it. He sat you on top of the vanity spreading your legs wide as he looked deeply into your eyes. He leaned down letting your dress rise up to your waist as he slightly lifted your legs to fit more comfortably around him. He kissed down your thighs meeting your ankles. He kissed and sucked his way back up not missing an inch of your skin. He sucked on your plush thighs kissing or licking any bruises he made on his journey to you. He got closer and closer to your clothed pussy taking a whiff of you. He hummed in pleasure letting his head fall slightly back. He always wondered how your taste was. He was jealous his brothers had you before he did but if there was anything good from being last, he'd make sure he would be the one you won't forget.

He leaned closer biting your clit over your panties. You moaned jerking forward at the new feeling of shock waves he had sent you. You watched as he flicked your clit with his tongue over your wet stained baby blue panties. He used his fingers to spread your folds watching as the fabric stretched over you only covering the inner folds. He lifted your panties up moving them to the side. Eye to eye with your erect clit he licked his lips diving forward. Your head felt back at the feeling of his lips attaching to your clit. His tongue and mouth moved so deliciously against you.

Hands finding his hair yanking and pulling on the red locks. He grunted into your pussy at the feeling of your hands. You moved your hips against him riding his tongue. He groaned cursing out loud spreading your folds. He licked his lips again. "That's right baby fucking ride my tongue," he said diving back in. You felt a pool of wetness gushes out of you at his words. Never in your life did someone ever talk to you so dirty. I mean, of course, Jaehyun and Doyoung sweet-talked you very well but this was different. But this was different, Yuta was different. It felt messier and dirtier. It felt wrong and forbidden to be doing this as you'd get in trouble. You felt a rush of excitement go through your body as he continued his assault on your soaking pussy. “Yuta please,” you pleaded head falling back further into the glass mirror behind you. Your hand that supported you knocked down some lipsticks and their stands. Yuta didn’t stop instead he brought two fingers forward teasing your hole. He slipped one inside thrusting slowly at first picking up speed. Once you were comfortable he added another curling them and grazing your g-spot.

You moaned out loud feeling the vanity shifting with your weight. You didn’t pay any mind to it though. To lose in Yuta to be aware of how dangerous this position was for you. “Yuta I’m gonna…”you moaned again feeling the speed of his fingers increase, his tongue matching along with them.

“Cum for me,” he demanded in a dark voice. His voice and touch were laced with everything but innocence. You came all over his mouth. Yuta sucked and licked whatever he could. Using his fingers to scoop whatever he missed. He sucked in his fingers tasting the remains of your juice on them. His eyes closed shut as he savored the taste. “So sweet,” he said to himself. He meant to say it in his mind but it slipped. “Like Doyoung said,” you felt your cheeks become warm at his comment. You may have recently overheard a conversation the two shared in the library together one late night after spending another thrilling evening with Jaehyun.

There was a bed on your left but Yuta wasted no time in unbuttoning his dress shirt. The silk black fabric slipped off his skin exposing his carved-out chest. Your hands reached up and touched his cool skin. He bit his lip as he watched your fingers dance around his body. The pads of your fingers create an electronic shock throughout his body. Just from your touch, he became high. He never wanted a day to go by again where he couldn’t touch you, even if it was just to hold your hand.

You pulled your hand away to pull your dress over your head. Yuta reached around moving closer to your body and stationed between your legs. His lips were dangerously close to your neck as his arms reached around to unclasp your beige bra. You could feel the faint warm breaths releasing from his pink-plumped lips. You sighed in relief as the tight bra straps fell down your shoulders and onto the ground.

He kissed down your shoulder, past your collar bone engulfing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked and kissed your breast as he massaged the other. He made sure this memory of you would be engraved in his mind for later when the night fell and he grew lonely. He teased your other nipple pulling on it. The one in his mouth he played with biting it and sucking it. You moaned hand finding his red locks again and pulling him towards you. You allowed one of your hands the freedom to slide down his tone chest, past his abs, and to his slacks.

You unzipped his slacks letting them fall down his waist. Now left in black boxers you pulled those down too. His dick sprung free and your mouth watered at the sight. Yuta continued to suck on your breasts hips rutting into straight air. You mewled against your breast when you reached your hand down to stroke him. You licked your lips tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. You imagine him inside you stretching you deliciously. Fucking you so hard the mirror behind you broke into a million pieces. Him groaning and moaning loud in your ear as you yanked on his hair from how good he made you feel. Clenching around him when you came close to coming and seeing the way his brows would furrow from the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

Yuta groaned louder against you. Your thoughts were so strong he could picture them in his own mind. You forcefully pulled him forward pulling your panties down as he stared into your eyes. Lips and eyes both glossy, he was completely drunk off you. The struggle beneath him of you trying to take off your panties broke his haze. He looked down immediately ripping off the underwear and discarding the pieces somewhere in the room. He grabbed his dick bringing it to your folds. Your arm wrapped around his neck for support even though he had his arm wrapped around your waist. He wouldn’t let you fall.

“That’s right, baby you gonna be good for Yuta? Hm? Gonna let me fuck you so good my brothers can hear?” He teased taking his tip and rubbing circles around your clit. You let out a loud moan and Yuta groaned eyes rolling back. “Yes baby let them hear how good I make you feel,” he slurred as you began rutting your hips to add to the friction he was giving you. Yuta groaned he wasn’t even inside you yet and he was so close to cumming.

No longer able to wait he pulled back letting his dick meet your entrance. He slowly pushed in jaw slack as he watched himself disappear inside you. Inch by inch he felt warmer and warmer as the space grew tighter and tighter inside him. The velvet walls sucked him up as he sat fully inside you. “Fuck,” you both said letting out a satisfied sigh in unison. You both knew this was long overdue for the two of you.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said looking into his eyes. Yuta’s has changed. He was trying to be nice before, not letting himself go too much. He knows sex between a human and a vampire could be threatening to a human but he would be gentle with you. Of course, he’d still play a little but nothing too crazy. However, it seems like you have other plans in mind. Maybe you didn’t want to make love. Maybe he needed to give you a good fucking. God knows he needs it too.

Your comment drove him insane, you were still angry at him even though he was inside you ready to fuck you dumb. He ate your pussy (Which he’d do again even if you hated him). He bought you a pretty dress and you were still mad.

“Mad? Why?” He asked attitude in his tone. You cocked a brow up. “Because you're doing alright,” you said using this as the opportunity to get back at him. He slowly moved forward and you let out a moan as he adjusted himself inside you. Both legs were in his hands as he slowly moved in and out of you. Your chest began to rise up and down, your heartbeat slowly becoming quicker. He chuckled darkly keeping his thrust at a limited speed.

“So your still mad about what I said even though I told you I loved you?” He asked slowly thrusting inside you. You tried to form a sentence but your brain slowly turned into mush. You nodded trying to piece together a coherent sentence. “That…was about…” you paused to take in a breath as he moved a little faster. “You said… I looked alright….,” you started but failed. He felt so good inside you and he wasn’t even fucking you yet. Just letting you adjust to his size and girth.

“So what is it that you want my dear?” He asked raising a brow, poking the inside of his mouth. “You want the truth?” He asked cockily coming close to your face as he continued his agonizingly slow thrust. You nodded your lip between your teeth. “Words my darling,” he teased halting his movements.

“I want the truth Yuta,” you said looking into his dark eyes. He nodded sending you a smile. “Okay I’ll give it to you,” he positioned your legs one over one shoulder and one over the other spreading you even more. He sunk deeper inside you causing both your breaths to hitch. The new angle allowed him to explore new places. “Well for starters I think you're beautiful,” he thrusted once. “I think you're sexy,” he thrust again.

“And I most definitely think you're more than alright,” he said thrusting again. You shook your head. “No good enough,” you said talking more about his lack of thrust than words. You didn’t need another confession you just wanted him to fuck you. He shook his head feeling annoyed. “Skews this,” he said giving you exactly what you wanted.

He thrust into you hard and fast causing your moans to choke, clumping in your throat. His hand held your waist tightly pressing into your skin to hold you down. The other moved its way past your breast and around your neck. Your head fell back in pleasure eyes shutting as he fucked into you at record speed. Tight fingers squeezed around your throat cutting your airflow for a moment. Teeth gritted and eyes black Yuta possessed by a lust demon fucked you dumb. His cock hits every spot and angle perfectly inside you. No one had ever fucked you like this before. They were always so careful with you, which you appreciated but sometimes you just wanted to be thrown around a room.

You wanted to destroy every pretty thing in sight. Ruin it and let the high of how good it felt consume your body even if it was just for a brief moment. Yuta was giving you that. That rush of enjoyment you get from destroying the piece of art you absolutely hate. Accept you didn’t hate Yuta, you never did. You just disliked him, but now you can’t seem to get him off your mind.

“Yuta Fuck,” you clawed at his shoulders and back. Forgetting all about the ball you were supposed to attend alongside Doyoung as Yuta sucked on your neck. You felt his sharp teeth brace your warm skin sending a shiver down your spine. Yuta licked but he didn’t bite respecting your decision to not let him draw blood. But your neck smell so sweet. He knew your blood was the perfect mix of what he needed. However, being around you began to make him realize that maybe he didn’t want to transition yet.

Not until he’d live a life with you.

Reality had hit him like a moving train and now he couldn’t stop thinking about you and the life you two could live. He lifted you off the vanity with the cracked mirror. He threw you onto the bed flipping you over watching as your ass jiggled. You giggled feeling his hands all over your skin molding your ass as he aligned himself at your entrance. Taking you from behind he imagined you were alone together in the manor, just you two living here together. He’d fuck you like this every day and night if it’s what you wanted. He wouldn’t be against you saying no, but he definitely would fight you if you said yes to letting him make love to you.

His teeth’s gritted as your hips snapped against his pelvis. He let out a groan watching as he disappeared inside you. Thunder roared from outside. Heavy rain fell on the ground as you came closer and closer to cumming. The lightning and thunder clashed together creating flashes of light in the room. You clenched around Yuta feeling your climax approaching faster and faster. Yuta flipped you over slipping right back inside you, both your juice mixing together making it easy for him to slip inside you.

He brought his thumb to your clit rubbing fast circles to match his thrust. “Come on baby cum for Yuta. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you cum, again,” he said a smirk on his face. His eyes looked down into your eyes. Your jaw hung open, no words or thoughts escaping. Instead just a series of whimpers and moans that left your throat. “Yuta I’m gonna cum,” you moaned pulling him closer to you. You felt the bed beneath you start to shake. One of the legs snapped in half causing one side of the bed to fall to the ground. But that didn’t stop Yuta instead he lifted you both into the air leaving the broken bed on the floor.

You clenched around him again as you came hard all over his cock. He groaned out loud his head falling back and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your cum coax his dick. He brought his finger down to your entrance taking some of your cum that leaked out onto his long fingers and putting them inside your mouth. You tasted yourself as you road out your high slightly biting on his fingers. Once you were done Yuta pulled his fingers out feeling himself draw closer. You clenched and unclenched around him starting to feel the over-sensitivity. Yuta gritted his teeth as he inched closer to his climax.

“Yuta please fill me up,” you begged looking up into his eyes. “Yuta please cum inside me,” you ushered him helping him to his climax. His jaw fell open as a series of curses left his wet lips. He came hard inside you painting your walls white. After some time he slowly slipped out of you leaning down to place a kiss on your neck. “How was that?” He asked gently placing you back down on the lopsided bed. You rolled your eyes letting your body fall to the side. “It was alright,” you teased for the final time. Yuta scoffed standing up to clean himself and then you. Then in your moment of relaxation, you realized you were properly late to the ball. You jumped up still naked to check your phone. You only had an hour to get ready. You ran inside the bathroom where Yuta held a warm wet cloth in his hand. He watched as you jumped inside the bathtub to clean yourself. Yuta chuckled remembering the ball he was going to take you to.

Doyoung was a pretty good brother.

After Yuta helped you with your bath you were ready for the ball dressed and made to look like a queen thanks to Irene, Yeri, and Wendy. You were confused at first why Doyoung didn’t come looking for you but Yuta couldn’t help but tell you it was always planned for him to take you. You didn’t mind going with Yuta though. He held your arm in his as he walked you down the stairs. He had left you to get ready in his own chambers with the help of Seulgi. When you both arrived at the ballroom Yuta took you around to meet the guest. You dance with him, and him occasionally letting Doyoung and Jaehyun dance with you. After some time you began to feel tired and when to the kitchen for some air. When you arrived you poured yourself a glass of water but as you brought it to your lips you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to see Irene and all the girls around her. “There’s something we need to tell you,” Seulgi said turning her head to make sure no one was around listening. She turned back to you her hand still placed on your shoulder a stern look on her face. The girls behind her held pursed lips with concerned faces behind her. “But we can’t tell you her,” she said. Still caught off guard by hearing them speak for the first time you blinked a couple of times trying to under the situation. “I’m sorry what? This is the first time you speak to me and it’s bad news?” You saw forming the words into a question. Wendy sighed coming next to Irene. “It’s about the boys,” she said arms crossed over her chest. She also turned around to see if anyone was listening.

“They're not who they say they are. You need to come with us,” she said taking your hand and guiding you to the kitchen door. You pulled away almost dropping your glass of water. “What are you talking about? The boys are fine,” you said holding your ground. “They wouldn’t hurt me,” you said sure yourself. If they wanted to hurt you they-“

“Would have done it by now. Is that what your thinking?” Wendy asked coming from behind Irene. You widened your eyes feeling your cup start to slip. “Your in danger Y/n. You have to trust us,” Joy said coming forward Irene and Yeri following behind her. Just as Yeri went to speak or rather warn you Yuta walked in. He was searching for you and smiled when he discovered you. However, his smile fell at the sight of the room. Raising a brow he came to your side standing slightly in front of you.

“What are you all doing here? Shouldn’t you be tending to the guest?” He asked them but really it was an order. The girls remained silent bowing to him, sparing you one last glance before they walked away.

“Wait!” You shouted causing everyone to stop. You chuckled rubbing your forehead. “I believe I’ve miss placed my phone,” you lied shaking your head in disbelief. You looked over at Seulgi a smile on your face. “Say? Seulgi will you help me find it?” You asked. She paused a moment looking at Yuta, the girls then you. She nodded coming beside you and taking your arm to help you walk through the door in your dress. “Thank you now tell me where I need to look?” You asked as you both walked out passing by Yuta.

Since you arrived you have been filled to the brim with so many unanswered questions. You've been staying in this large, old, creepy manor and knew nothing about it or the men who lived inside. You know they were vampires but what else? Everything you asked them a question they either changed the topic or answered your question with a question. You were tired of the half-ass responses you'd receive from them. You were almost here all alone and the curiosity of exploring began to frighten you. Sometimes you'd hear crying coming from the Blood Maze or the cellar. Other nights rain would fall so heavy it flood the grounds making it hard to explore the large parts of the garden you haven't even seen yet.

With all these unanswered questions they expected you to trust them. To perform a blood ritual to turn them back into humans but every time you asked about it they only tried to convince you to do it. Speaking to you nicely and giving you gifts to change your focus. Yet you still had no idea how the ritual would affect you. Would you become a vampire like them? Would you die in the process? So many unanswered questions, that maybe, just maybe Seulgi and the girls could answer.

They didn’t think much of it and headed back to the party, he’d wait for you there. He ushered the girls to get back to work but one by one they’d started to disappear again looking for you and Seulgi. They were tired of this life. They were tired of being ordered around for as long as they have. It’s time they live their own lives, free from this dreadful chateau and to a fulfilling life. They tried years ago but suffered great consequences. Now with being able to talk to you, they hoped that this time their plans would work. They knew of the power you held. Irene could feel it the minute she met you outside on your doorstep.

They just hoped you’d help them and not those evil blood suckers you called your lovers.

“She will help us,” Wendy said to Yeri who held her hand tightly as they searched for you in the large, old chateau.

“She will,”

To Be Continued…

I hope you enjoyed Part 4 of my 5 Part Series. Things are taking a dark turn for Y/n. Let’s hope in the Next and Final part she chooses the right path.

Overall this was one of my favorite pieces to write. As someone who’s always enjoyed writing I feel like a lot of my work I’ve never been able to fully enjoy. But working as hard as I did in this final piece really was able to lift my spirits and inspire me to continue with part 5.

Also, a fun fact Jennifer and Lewis are the two main characters in the video game I loved.

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Ari AU - Part Five

Part five of the Popstar Grian AU (ari au <3) that I am indulging in with @xoxo-ren-xoxo. This time written by yours truly :3c Expect turbulence spread out across 3,2k words.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

CONTENT WARNINGS for this part: suicidal ideation, suicide attempt, mental health crisis, despair and desperation, seizures, medical crisis, a sprinkle of angst (a whole lakeful)

The New Normal

And yet, life goes on. They settle back into routine, trying to find some footing in this new normal. Scar is trying so hard, taking everything as it comes, needing to be ready for anything, doing his best to spin things into the positive. He needs to be the strong one here. He needs to be attentive and watchful, patient and loving.

It’s not a wretched work, if it’s for Grian. He’d do anything for her. 

(Sometimes, he dreams of waking up to the bathroom light being on, and Grian lying limp and unmoving in his arms.) (Sometimes, that dream feels so real—it’s happened again, he didn’t wake up this time, it’s too late—he wakes up in panic and cries, a mix of grieving and relief as Grian confusedly stirrs in his arms, the bathroom light off.) (The pills are hidden, in Scar’s charge, but if Scar can get to them, so can Grian. Right?) (He’s terrified.)

He desperately wants Grian to stay alive, but he wants more than that. He wants Grian to laugh. (He fell in love with the sound of that laughter, eyes squinted in the sparkly, wild, life-filled reflection of it. The unabashed happiness pooled there. Oh how it hurts his heart to think that he might never have that again— how it hurts his heart to think that Grian might never have that again—) 

He wants his words to be able to soothe and heal. He wants to kiss it better. He wants his hugs to do something. He feels so helpless. Like nothing he does makes a big enough difference.

But maybe the small things matter, too. Maybe they count. Maybe they add up.

He isn’t going to give up. Not on this. Not on Grian. He’s going to be there, stay, and do his best.

Despite everything, they manage to carve out some good things for themselves. Scar is creative, and kind, and funny. He bakes for Grian, gives her all the cookies she could ever want (which really isn’t many, because she’ll get sick if she eats too much). They spend hours just talking, laughing, cuddling. Grian even sets up a few pranks for Scar, on the best days.

But things aren’t really good. Most days, Grian can’t bring herself to get out of bed, and Scar has to fight hard to make sure she takes her medication and drinks some water, if nothing else. He hugs her through rough nights a lot, heart splintering as he listens to Grian’s choked, unending cries. 

Sometimes, Grian goes through the apartment looking for things to hurt himself with. Scar tells her to come to him when it feels like that, but most often than not, Grian’s mind is her worst enemy. It isolates him. It drives him to make bad choices, in silence.

Which is how Scar finds him once at three AM sobbing underneath the kitchen table, all the drawers open and emptied. 

He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. He knows better. Instead, he just crouches down and gathers Grian in his arms. He rocks them both gently, pressing a kiss to Grian’s hair. Hoping to offer some comfort. To be a lighthouse when the waves and cliffs are too deadly around them.

Grian leans on him easily, burrowing into offered arms, crying.

She asks, hoarsely, wretchedly, Where are all the knives?

Scar shushes her and rubs her back and softly murmurs that’s not something she needs.

Grian claws at Scar's chest and says he needs it, actually. Desperate and hurting. (There’s an agony howling behind his ribcage and he can’t find a way to silence it. It hurts. It hurts, why doesn’t Scar understand?)

Scar just hugs tighter. No. 

And on it goes. Scar keeps all sharp and dangerous objects locked away. Grian cries when she searches desperately and can’t find anything. The house is too secure. It’s too guarded. There’s nothing dangerous enough in their home.

But that just means that Grian has to look elsewhere.

In the middle of the night, wrangling his fear of being seen, of reporters, of getting a seizure from a camera flash. All those fears are overpowered by a much darker, urgent need. 

It doesn’t matter if she’s seen if she’s going to be gone soon, right…?

Which is why, one night, Scar wakes to the sound of the front door shutting. 

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Attempt Three - The Lake

The apartment door has an alarm installed that beeps when it’s turned off. It’s this sound that wakes Scar up, a quiet beep beep that makes him deliriously think of the heart monitor at the hospital. He’s disoriented for a minute, processing that sound plunging into silence, and he has a horrible thought that it was all a dream and Grian actually never made it out of the hospital.

But then he blinks and his brain catches up. Grian made it home. He was home, but he’s not in bed. And that sound? That was their front door.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

He blindly grabs at his phone and runs downstairs. He yells for Grian in case he’s wrong and Grian is still at home. He calls him. It rings in their bedroom.

The pit in his stomach deepens and he quickly puts on his shoes and rushes outside, eyes wide and heartbeat panicky-fast as he looks around. The street is quiet, dark, deserted. Devoid of even the seemingly ever-present reporters. (A fact that strikes him as eerie and worrisome, where otherwise it’d call for relief.)

With shaky hands, he manages to dial a number. He calls the crew. Breathless and lightheaded, he says—not very coherently—that Grian is gone.

“What do you mean, gone???”

Scar’s legs are about ready to buckle under him. He starts walking in one direction, then spins in the other. He’s shaking horribly. He can’t think. He’s babbling into the phone, ignoring Impulse entirely as he tells him to slow down and take a breath. That feels trivial. He doesn’t have time for slowing down. He needs to find Grian, now.

His head is spinning, running into dead ends. He needs help, so he asks the crew, desperately, if they have any idea where Grian would have gone. (“Listen, if you were gonna off yourself, where would you go?”) 

They don’t know the neighbourhood too well, since they don’t live there, but with mounting unease, they try to suggest general enough places, seeing if one will stick. (Hoping that none of the easy options are actually within walkable distance.) Is there any tall broadcast tower or something? Is there a highway near your guys? Any bridges? Train tracks? Uh, a lake?

Scar almost trips. A lake.

His phone almost falls out of his grasp as he breaks into a sprint.

Thankfully, unlike him, Grian wasn’t sprinting like a madman. And yet it still feels like Scar is almost too late, when he arrives within sight of the lake only to see Grian waist-deep in. His brain short-circuits, relieved to have found her, relieved that Grian is still okay (for now, for now) (for how long?), while still running on absolute mayhem of a thought-robbing panic. 

Scar rushes in, of course. Yelling Grian’s name for anyone to hear. There’s a big splash as he runs into the water, followed by his absolutely desperate begging.

Stop. Please stop. Don’t. Please, Grian, no.

But as he approaches, Grian takes a fearful step back. Deeper in. Further out of Scar’s reach.

Scar startles and stops. They’re both in the cold water now. Grian’s staring at him with wide eyes, both their breathing erratic.

She didn’t expect Scar to go after her. Didn’t think Scar’d wake up. (A mistake. She should know better.) Honestly, Grian isn’t really thinking straight at all. Something in him is splintering as he stares at Scar, who looks so heartbroken and terrified.

Scar continues pleading. He isn't even sure what exactly he's saying; he just has to keep going until something sticks. His voice trembles. He talks softly, even though his words come out in jumbled heaps. He begs. He bargains. 

He takes a tiny step forward.

Grian takes a wide, alarmed step back. Flails. Stumbles. Barely keeps himself upright.

He’s so close, so close to what he intended to do. The water is right here, beckoning Grian to go under. To let the surface close over her and take everything away.

But he doesn’t want Scar to dive after him. He’s irrationally terrified of Scar stopping him now.

She asks Scar to go home.

Scar looks at him as if he was insane. No way he’s doing that.

And then his phone rings, the crew checking in. Grian startles, flinching, everything about her threatening to take several more steps back in an instant. Scar frowns and swipes at his phone to silence it before holding his hands out placatingly.

He says it’s okay. It’s just the two of them. It’s okay it’s okay it’s okay.

(Nothing is okay.)

Despairingly, Scar tries to dredge up a memory. Something nice. He closes his eyes for a second, swaying from dizziness. He thinks of dim lights. Of a melody. Of better times, back when Grian laughed like she meant it.

Gingerly, he reaches a trembling hand out to Grian. His eyes are teary when he opens them again, his voice shaking as he asks for a dance.

Grian’s heart hurts. A dance?

Scar nods. Mhm! He gives a smile, as best as he can. He says it’s a nice night for a dance.

And Grian finds that he— He wants to. He wants to give in. He wants—

He wants to live.

He wants to be spontaneous and he wants Scar’s arms around him and he wants—

She doesn’t know. It still feels like she should take a step back and let the lake take him.

The spontaneity has been so thoroughly stifled in Grian’s life, by the media and the constant pressure for perfection. She doesn’t remember how it felt, without these shackles and restraints. Without all this suffocating weight on top of her.

But as she looks up from Scar’s hand, he sees that here are tears in Scar’s eyes, and he’s smiling so softly, and his hand is reaching out, and— Grian used to love dancing with him. They used to be silly. They laughed a lot. It always felt nice, Scar’s arms securely around her.

She can feel her heart breaking in her chest.

She wants to have that again.

Quietly, Grian makes a tentative step towards Scar. 

Instantly, all of Scar flares up with the instinct to go forwards, to meet her halfway, but Grian still looks so wound-up, like he’d run off. So Scar stays still. Lets Grian come to him. He’s trying to soften it, desperately attempting to make it easier, more enticing than whatever else that’s got Grian in its grasp—he says gentle things and hums melodies, splashes a bit of water around, laughing under his breath (a bit unsteadily) about how he’s never danced in a lake, doesn’t it sound like fun?

And Grian smiles a little bit. Yeah. Yeah, it does sound fun. (Even though her concept of fun is crumbling, understanding of it slinking out of reach, despite all of Scar’s efforts to paint the whole picture. Grian feels like he’s wearing a blindfold.) It— It sounds ridiculous, actually. But in a good way. In a Scar-way. (Grian loves the Scar brand of ridiculous.)

Grian gets to Scar, and Scar tries to grab him without being too desperate about it. Gentle. Fond. A dance hold. He presses a kiss to Grian’s hair, murmurs a quiet “Shall we?” and leads them in soft sways, right there, waist-deep in the water. [ART]

And maybe he starts singing something stupid.

And maybe Grian’s caught off guard enough to actually laugh. (The sound still carries tears and hoarseness in it, but it is a laugh.)

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All Fragile Things Come To Ruins

And yet they can’t keep this moment for themselves. Just like anything else, Grian isn’t destined to be allowed to keep things. To be allowed to to crumble and be put back together in any semblance of privacy. Even when she’s made of cracked glass, ready to shatter, he’ll never stop being hounded. Every moment of weakness or vulnerable tenderness exploited and taken away. 

There’s a flash, from a different part of the shore. Followed by another one.

They could’ve just ignored it, for the moment, if it wasn’t for Grian’s condition. A flash of light in the dark is suddenly much more dangerous than it ought to be. It’s a physical weapon, carving at Grian, instead of just tearing away at his mental state.

Scar feels Grian freeze up in his arms. He hears in his breathing that something’s wrong. She’s seizing and Scar has to act fast.

He tries to remember the things written in the booklet he read. Grian is twitching against him. The water splashes at their sides. 

Okay. Okay, stay calm, Scar.

One. Loosen any clothes around the neck. Great, Grian’s wearing a button-up pyjama top, so that’s easy. Or, should be. Scar still fumbles a little with shaky hands, trying to keep hold on Grian—who’s putting his whole weight on Scar—and fighting with the buttons. But he manages to get it done, relatively quickly. There. No constricted breathing.

Two. Record when the seizure starts and stops. 

This is when Scar’s mind starts properly spiralling. What is he meant to do if his phone is wet? He doesn’t wear a watch, and— Wait, are they meant to get out of the water? Is it considered dangerous?

Scar’s vision blurs, but he does his best to take a breath. He needs to get them through this. Hold grian steady. Above water. It’s okay. It’s okay it’s okay it’s okay.

Another flash.

Scar buries Grian in his arms, trying to shield her from the light without moving him too much. He wants to yell at whoever is doing it—but knows it would achieve nothing. He wants to fight them. He’s scared and angry and Grian’s life is in his hands, in a wholly different way than just minutes ago, but no less terrifying.

Three. After he’s stopped spasming, move him into a recovery position. That means getting to solid ground and getting safely on the floor. Gently. That’s a whole other issue.

Grian’s only held up by Scar right now, literally the only thing keeping him afloat. It’s okay. It’ll be okay, Scar says, as much to Grian as to himself. He does his best to keep his voice steady, because he knows you’re meant to speak calmly. He only needs to call an ambulance if this goes on for more than 5 minutes. 

Scar has no idea how much time has passed.

Once Grian stops convulsing, Scar basically carries him out of the water. He’s really not meant to move her so much, but there’s no other way to get Grian into a recovery position. He improvises, heart terrified, hoping what he’s doing is right.

He carefully—so very carefully—puts Grian on the ground, on his side, as much in a recovery position as Scar can remember. 

And then he waits. 

And waits.

Time passes, and Scar has no idea if it’s been five minutes yet. Anxiously, he tries to breathe steadily and count seconds, even though it no longer matters without any starting point.

When it’s been more than one minute since he started—just when he’s contemplating calling an ambulance—Grian gasps loudly. His breathing is laborious and heavy, panting, but he’s back. He’s awake. It’s gonna be okay.

Scar doesn’t touch him straight away, just in case, but he uses his body as a shield to block any more potential camera flashes. He speaks calmly to her—or as calm as he can manage—and asks if she’s okay.

Grian nods, a little out of it still. He’s shaking like a leaf. That was scary. Scarier than the first time, when he passed out. Or maybe this was just worse because he remembers it. Or maybe because it happened in a lake. There wasn’t any ground to hit, any breath to take, if things went wrong. She was completely reliant on Scar.

And Scar didn’t let her down. He kept him safe. 

That doesn’t make it not frightening. But Scar is still here. Still protective. Still determined. Still unwilling to give up or let go.

Through the fuzz, Grian deliriously thinks that the moment before it all went down was actually good. It— It was nice. 

Of course it would be ruined by a camera.

Of course it would be.

Grian isn’t allowed to have anything of his own anymore. Not his breakdowns, not his romantic moments, not joy, not tears, not medical emergencies.

Nothing is his.

He curls up on the ground, presses his forehead into the grass and sobs.

He wants that moment again.

He wants it back. He wants it not to be stolen. He wants it to be his—

He wants to be allowed to keep something.

He can’t. He can’t.

The lake is right there, taunting him.

Scar’s fingers are so gentle when they brush her hair, his voice filled with affection and concerns as he checks up on her. 

It all feels like emerging from water to take gulps of air (they burn in her chest, but they feel so good), only to be yanked back down below, sharply and without warning, lungs flooding with saltwater—

He’s drowning again and he’s tired of drowning.

He sobs, pleading for it all to just stop. To have an out. An exit. To be allowed to end it.

Scar shushes him softly, kissing his hair. Voice reassuring, if raw. 

It’s this moment that really convinces Scar that he has to say something, publicly, even if it might not make a difference. Because this is destroying Grian—it has destroyed Grian—and Scar can’t just watch it happen. He thinks about this while comforting Grian, fully aware that Grian won’t want him to say anything. But it’s going to happen. It has to happen.

But they still need to get through this moment first. They need to get back home, together, both of them, safe and alive.

They’re both cold. Wet and shivering. 

Scar waits a while longer, not rushing anything, but then he suggests they should go home when Grian feels alright to stand.

Grian doesn’t know if she’ll ever feel alright to do anything.

She feels devoid of energy. Sad and hollow and. Isn't it all pointless? She can stay here curled up and shivering. It doesn't matter.

Scar just really, really wants Grian to go home with him.

Grian’s heart is too hurt and tired to refuse. He gives in easily to Scar’s guidance (having someone safe make the decisions for her), surrenders to his arms (is it trust, or is it just a hollow lack of caring of what happens next?).

With so much care, Scar lifts Grian up.

He carries him home. Leaving behind wet footsteps. Murmuring comforting nonsense the whole way, despite his own sky-high anxiety. (There are more flashes.) (Grian’s face is pressed into Scar’s chest. She’s shivering in his arms.) Scar’s hold on Grian is gentle yet tight, a firm grasp; something in him is scared that if he lets go even a little bit, Grian will slip from his reach.

But Grian doesn’t want to go anywhere. He doesn’t want to go away. He wants to stay right here, curled in Scar’s hold. Cherished. Protected. Loved.

Cold, worn, devastated, and scared, but still so very much in love, they go home.

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Mischief and Angel- Part 8

I flip yet another pancake as Stiles starts handing plates to children who then use far too much syrup and fight over who gets to sit at what chair. I smile as he yells at the one boy, "Dante! Carly was there first, move to the other chair."

I hear an angry huff before a chair is scraped against the floor followed by an angry, "Whatever."

Dante is the oldest and possibly the hardest one of the kids to handle. He thinks he's some big bad because he has magic and I can tell Stiles is about .00001 second away from showing the boy that he may have magic but he sure as hell isn't as powerful as he thinks he is.

I smile as Leah comes over and offers to trade places, "Here, Clark and I have already eaten, let us take over for you and Stiles. You two have been at this for over an hour, let us do this so you guys can eat."

I sag in relief before handing her the spatula, "You are a saint Leah, and so is your boyfriend." Clark is one of the other werewolves in the pack and is one of the original members who was adopted as a child.

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As Stiles and I eat there's a disgruntled cry from the opposite end of the table. I lean over to see Amelia fighting with Lola, who is fighting tooth and nail to get away from her. "Lola, you have to eat."

There's another noise somewhere between a whine and a growl as Lola wiggles some more. I stand up from my chair and walk over to Amelia and a still struggling Lola, "Do you mind if I try?"

Amelia looks at me with a relieved smile before looking at Lola, "What do you say Lola? Want to go to Y/n?"

As if Lola knows exactly what she said, she twists in her body to look at me before raising her arms in the universal 'hold me' demand. I chuckle before reaching down and picking her up. As soon as she's against my chest she calms down and it feels like she's purring.

I raise an eyebrow and look at Amelia and she chuckles as she picks up her water, "Not a werewolf, she's a werefox, so she does purr. Rarely, but it does happen."

I smile before walking back to my seat and sitting down. She looks at Stiles and makes a happy sound before she pats his arm. He chuckles and looks at her before making a silly face that has her shrieking with laughter.

Once the laughter has stopped Lola looks at Stiles' plate and her amber eyes lock onto the strawberries he has on there. I snort as she makes grabby hands and a 'ah' noise. I look at Stiles and nod, "She can have some just make sure it isn't too big so she doesn't choke."

Thirty minutes later it is confirmed that Lola loves strawberries but she loves Stiles even more. She ate half a pancake, three strawberries, drank all of her milk, and is now curled up on Stiles' lap and poking at the moles on his face and neck.

I lay my head on his shoulder as Lola continues making noises and poking every ticklish spot on Stiles' neck. I watch in admiration as Lola stops poking and clasps onto the collar of his shirt with a happy little noise. She lays her head on his chest, right over his heart, before reaching over and laying a hand on my cheek and flashing her eyes.

I sucked in a breath when she flashed her eyes and I feel Stiles tense before he whispers, "Did you feel that?"

I grab his hand before whispering back, "Yeah."

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I watch as Lola crawls across the floor to get the stuffed bunny one of the other kids, Mia, is holding out to her. I smile as Lola let's out a happy sound when she grabs the bunny before she sits down and tugs on it's ears.

"She's an adventurous little girl."

I jump slightly before turning to the side to see Amelia watching me with a knowing smile, "Seems like it."

She hums with a smile, "She forged a, let's just say a special connection, with you and your mate. That's why she flashed her eyes at you."

I blink as I stare at her before clearing my throat and leaning back, "How old is she?"

Amelia shrugs, " She's a little over a year old but we aren't sure what her birthday is. We think that she was given to us when she was about a week old so we think that she was born somewhere between February 1st and February 7th."

I stop breathing momentarily before letting out a long drawn out breath, "Who named her?"

She smiled before pointing at herself, "I did. I have Spanish roots and Lola is derived from the name Dolores, which means sorrow."

I scowl slightly at the meaning before she continues, "However, as time progressed it became a name with a more positive meaning. Lola is a name that now relates to someone who is strong and resilient. Lola didn't have the best start to her life but I had a strong sense that the name was meant for her. It is also a Polish nickname for Karolina."

I swallow before standing up from the couch, "Uh, yeah, sounds like it. I need to make a quick errand but if you need anything Scott will still be here."

She gives me yet another knowing smile and I look over to the doorway to see Stiles leaning against it, clearly having heard the whole conversation. I walk over to him and grab his hand before pulling him out the door and making sure to grab the jeep key on the way out.

When we're standing in front of the jeep he looks at me with confusion and worry written all over his face as he asks, "Angel, you okay? Where do you need to go?"

I take a breath and walk towards the passenger door before answering, "Lydia's."

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I shift from foot to foot as I ring the doorbell multiple times and Stiles is rubbing my back trying to calm me down even though he has absolutely no idea what's going on.

The door swings open to reveal a rather pissed off Lydia before she stops when she sees me. Here eyes widen as they flick between Stiles and I before resting on me, "Honey, what's wrong?"

I push past her into the house dragging Stiles with me until I'm pacing the length of the living room. I faintly hear Lydia ask Stiles what's wrong and his answer of, "I have no fucking idea."

After a few seconds I take a deep breath and look at Lydia, "Lydia, when I found out I was pregnant, what month was it?"

She tilts her head before frowning, "Uh, June, it was like two or three weeks after you had turned 16. Why?"

I nod before asking, "Okay, and what month did we estimate I would have the baby?"

She steps forward, confused before she answers, "February."

I make a high pitched noise before swallowing, "And what were the dates we guessed?"

I glance at Stiles and see that he's slowing starting to understand where I'm going but Lydia is still confused, "We didn't know for sure but we estimated the first week of February. Are you okay?"

I take a shaky breath before wringing my hands together and asking the last questions, "If I had a girl, what name did I settle on?"

I notice that Stiles is standing straight and tense before I focus back on Lydia as her eyebrows pinch together, "Uh...I don't remember, I know you wanted to name her after Claudia, so you decided on her middle name, but I can't remember what it was."

Stiles takes shaky steps forward before he croaks, "Karolina, her middle name was Karolina."

I nod with tears in my eyes before sitting on the couch and looking at Stiles, "She forged a bond Stiles, I can feel her and I know you can too. Be honest, what does the bond feel like to you?"

Stiles squats in front of me, grabs my hands, and looks in my eyes before he whispers, "Like I would die for her and that she means as much to me as you do."

I nod as I manage a weak smile, "It feels like parental love, Stiles, she forged a parental bond with us. That's why our mating bite burned when she flashed her eyes this morning, she cemented the bond."

Stiles' eyes widen slightly before he swallows, "She claimed us."

I nod as I squeeze his hands, "And it's unbreakable."

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A/N- Talk about a whirlwind! Anyways, I know this happened pretty fast but if you think about it, Lola is a baby and runs off instinct so when she felt the instinct to claim them, that's what she did. We're starting to get into the more emotional parts of this series so let me know what you think!

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