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dhoranbolt · 10 months ago

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You don't fool me

A/n: two thing- first this took me forever to write, I kept having to go back and scrap ideas 🥹 second, I did not know just how down bad I was for this man until I had to sit down and write this so.

Also friendly reminder- if your age isn't easily accessible on your profile I will not be tagging you! That said if you'd like a tag in future works let me know and I'll add you to the list!

bestie beta reader: @yukios-medic you are really the best ma'am I appreciate you so much 🥹💙💙💙

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader, Yuji pining

cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, all characters aged up, dub-con that becomes enthusiastic consent, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, threats of killing

Word count: 5k (ish)

This wasn't the first time they'd been paired up and sent off to find and kill a curse, but it was the first time Yuji was weary of the whole thing. They were both strong, that wasn't an issue – he'd been on back-to-back missions for weeks and it was starting to take its toll, that was the issue.

Of course, it didn't help that whenever he was around her, Sukuna would become an even bigger pain in the ass (than he already was).

They'd been sent to a long-abandoned warehouse, falling apart as it was, and radiating with cursed energy. Yep, whatever it was they were after was definitely in here.

"Split up to cover more ground?" She suggested as she looked up at him, but he shook his head.

"We can probably exorcize it quicker if we come across it at the same time, we should just stick together for now." It was a simple enough explanation, not a hint of 'I'm pushing my limits just being here with you' or 'it's easier to know you're safe if you're by my side' detectable.

To her, at least. Yuji chooses to ignore the scoff that resonates in his head as they cautiously enter the building. They walk side-by-side down the hallway, ears and eyes analyzing every detail of their surroundings.

"Must be one pain in the ass curse to send the both of us. I can feel the cursed energy everywhere, I just can't tell exactly where the source is." She filled the silence, wringing her hands together nervously.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s out there, but it's all about the same output. We'll just have to watch our backs." Yuji said with a nod.

"Hey, what do you think Nobara did when she found out Gojo canceled movie night to send us after this one? I can see her practically popping a vein." She laughed softly, moving around a stack of boxes to find any sign of their curse.

"Fushiguro is probably wishing it was you that got left behind right about now." Yuji guessed with a small chuckle, suppressing the thought that he might have wished for it, too. A faint gurgle sounded at the opposite end of the hall, cursed energy seeping into every corner of their bodies as it grew closer.

Yuji covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her scream muffled as he tugged her against his chest and pulled them into the shadows.

"Shh, I think I hear something." He murmurs, squinting in the darkness. He doesn't feel the mouth form on his hand, not until her lips are moving against his palm as she makes a noise.

She's gagging; trying to pry Yuji's hand off her face. And he's going to – until Sukuna's voice rings in his head.

'Pull away and I'll bite her tongue off. Try to keep her quiet while she's drowning in her own blood'

Yuji froze as Sukuna cackled, and she still struggled in his grip, now like iron to keep the curse from making good on his threat.

His name was muffled when she frantically tried to call it, but it only left her mouth open that much more for Sukuna to swipe his tongue along the inside.

If they could conceal their own cursed energy for just a second, then it would keep going on its path to the left of them, and probably wouldn't circle back around for a while. Yuji set his jaw, glaring up the hall as he spoke.

"Conceal your energy, then we'll deal with him. One curse at a time." The only confirmation she gave that she heard him was slightly loosening her grip on his arm.

The curse slunk away and Yuji held his breath, waiting to hear any sign of it coming back. When he was sure it wasn’t, he let out a sigh and threw his head back against the wall. Taking a moment to realize the situation they were still in he looked down at her.

He couldn’t see the blush in her cheeks, but he could feel the heat on his fingers. She shifted her body against his, letting out a whimper at the awkward kiss she was still locked in.

Yuji swallowed hard and took a deep breath. This was so not the time to be letting the sounds she was making go straight to his cock.

'You want her so badly, take her.' Sukuna taunted.

"No." Yuji snapped his response, trying to think of a way out of this (and the boner he was starting to sport against her back).

'Fuck her, brat. Or I'll kill her the next time I get the chance, and I'll draw it out while I make you watch.'

Sukuna knew well what he was doing, keeping this conversation in Yuji's head. She had no clue what he was trying to shield her from. Of course he wanted her, but not like this. Not when Sukuna was all but forcing his hand on the matter, not even giving her a choice.

“I said no! Knock it off!” Sukuna just chuckled, and she turned her head to look up at him with worry in her eyes.

'Or perhaps you’d like me to put us both out of commission. Tell me, just how long do you think she’d last against this curse on her own?'

Yuji’s heart dropped to his stomach. There’s no way Sukuna hated her enough to let her die like this, not with the way he found her so entertaining to him. Not with the way he currently had his tongue down the back of her throat- right?

'No, but if it would cause you everlasting turmoil, I’d jump at the chance.'

Could she ever forgive him for doing this? Would Sukuna even drop this after all was said and done?

Yuji was exhausted, and Sukuna knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he could slip out and swap places.

'I could always assist instead. After all, one wrong move and she’s on her own anyways. Go ahead brat, ask me for my help.' He grinned.

“No, last time I let you out you were a dick.” Yuji snapped, but he was running out of options here. How long until that curse realized where they were and turned back around? He could always make a deal with Sukuna, if he would agree to it was another question though.

At the sound of Yuji’s words her body tensed, blood running cold. There was no way Yuji was actually thinking about letting the king of curses out into the wild, especially when he already had her in this position.

'Tic-toc punk ass, this offer isn’t going to last forever.'

“Promise you won’t hurt her first.” Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle in his grasp again, body going hot. Screaming through his palm and Sukuna’s tongue as well as she could manage in protest.

There is no way he’s about to offer his body over to Sukuna right now, and all she could think about were all the previous times he’d spoken to her – though, at her might be a better word. Everything he’d said up to this point, his promises to absolutely wreck her- all came flooding back. Could they really not handle this job any other way than to bring Sukuna into the mix?

'You humans are so predictable, really fucking takes the fun out of everything. I’ll get rid of the curse. Just say you aren’t strong enough, you need a real man to do your dirty work for you.'

“That’s not-”

'Going once…'

“I don’t-”

'Going TWICE...'

“Fine! I need your help, please.” She was hysterical at this point, thrashing in his grip as much as she could, grinding her ass into him harder every time she moved.

'That doesn’t sound like what we agreed to, try again.'

Yuji groaned, thankful he could use that as an excuse to let out some of his frustrations.

“Sukuna please, I’m not strong enough and need a real man to do my dirty work for me.” Yuji bit out, and she stilled at his words, stomach knotting. Any minute now, Sukuna would be breathing down her neck. Months of sexual tension, mostly from his side - would it finally come to a head now? Or would he leave it and just get the job done, let Yuji take back over when it was safe–

A low chuckle rumbled from behind her, and the sound ran straight through her body to her core. She swallowed, realizing the tongue down her throat had finally disappeared.

Sukuna ran a hand up her chest before resting it on her throat.

“Well, well, this is certainly a turn of events, isn’t it?” She whimpered, frozen in place. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

“Sukuna…” She breathed his name warily.

“Surprised to see me? I did tell you I’d have you some day. So, how was I? It’s been a few hundred years. You’ll have to excuse the fact I’m a little rusty.” Sukuna filled the silence, not waiting for an answer.

“You weren’t too bad yourself; I think I even felt you participating at the end. Care for more?” He whispered in her ear, tongue flicking out to lick her lobe. She bit back her moan, clamping her knees together as she gently rocked back into him. He laughed, moving his hands down her body to grip her hips and pull her in closer against him.

“Oh, don��t be shy now, it’s just us. The brat won’t even know, it can be our little secret.”

“I-” She stammered, face hot. So what if she’d gone back to her room at the end of a long day full of Sukuna teasing her, and closed her eyes while chanting his name under the sheets? So what if being the object of the king of curses’ endless teasing was what she used to push her over the edge some nights? That was all by her choice - she was in charge.

Currently having Sukuna’s painfully rock-hard cock prodding her ass while he held her tight against him? She was so clearly not in charge, and to make matters worse? The realization sent her core gushing.

“I can smell you,” he continued, taking in a long breath. And this time she couldn’t bite back her moan.

“Sukuna!” She gasped, feeling the blush run up her ears.

“I think you should really stop being such a cock-tease, woman. No wonder Yuji can’t help but fuck his fist most nights. I bet he can smell you too, he just spares your feelings by not saying anything.” The fog he’d brought with him was starting to clear, and she tried to pry his fingers off of her.

“Stop! You’re lying!” But Sukuna just threw his head back in a cackle.

“I actually don’t care if you believe me, do you want to know why?” He stepped out from behind her so quickly, shoving her back against the wall, it made her head spin. Looking up at his tattooed face and red eyes only solidified how real this situation was for her - and her mouth went dry. He grinned down at her, gripping her chin to hold her in place.

“I’m going to fuck you through this wall. You won’t be able to look at that stupid brat without thinking of me inside you ever again. And he’ll never know because he’s out cold.” Using his free hand, he ripped off her skirt. She cried out, trying to grip his wrist and stop her panties from meeting the same fate.

“Aww, still shy, are we?” He teased as he examined the red lace, running his fingers down to the ever-growing wet spot on them.

“N-No!” Sukuna just chuckled, watching her face morph from flustered to pleasure at his touch.

“And look, you even wore red just for me. How cute of you.” She moaned, closing her eyes. The physical and mental teasing was too much. If he wasn’t going to kill her, she was going to die of embarrassment. He sucked his teeth, hooking his thumb into her mouth and tugging her face.

“Look at me while I touch you, I won’t tell you twice.” He snapped, and her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt so good to finally have him touch her after all this time, she’d forgotten just how dangerous he was in the moment. She nodded sheepishly.

“Good, you listen well for a sorcerer. I don’t believe in praising those beneath me, but I think I’ll make an exception just this once.” He pressed his fingers against her core, watching the way she squirmed under him.

“You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you, was my tongue down your throat just what you needed?” Her head was spinning, his hold on her jaw rough, but all she could picture was wrapping her lips around him.

She slid her tongue around his thumb cautiously, watching his reaction for any sign that she’d miss-stepped.

He groaned, smirking down at her as he leaned closer.

“And here you’d have everyone believing you’re too innocent for such filthy things.” Finding the edge of her panties, he pushed them aside, running his fingers through her slick folds. He watched as she moaned, satisfaction settling on his face as the moan grew louder when he pushed a finger inside of her.

“God you’re so tight, there’s no way that brat could stuff his cock in you.” Her walls flexed at his words. Sukuna’s one finger was already so thick, and now her mind was swimming with the thought of having more.

“But don’t worry, you’ll take it from me.” And then she felt a second finger at her entrance, making her eyes open wider. She tried to speak as best she could around the awkward hold he still had her in, but it didn’t matter.

“Suku-na!” She cried out as he forced another finger into her.

“I’d be thanking me if I were you. I’m feeling generous enough to stretch you out before I ram my cock into your stomach.” He offered, grinning as he watched her try and hold herself together.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust to the feeling, why would he? Fucking her open on him was all he could think about while he sat bored on his throne - not that he was admitting it aloud.

So many days, weeks, months, of him wrapped up in her. He knew exactly what she was doing to him, even if she didn’t.

“Was it worth it to parade around like a whore in heat around us?” He asked as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her.

“You know I offered him the chance to have you first. Humans and their virtues though, so fickle. Of course, the brat couldn’t do this.” He pressed his palm against her cunt, and her back arched off the wall as his tongue shot out to flatten on her clit.

Letting go of her chin he wrapped his hand around her neck, giving it a testing squeeze before trailing down to her chest. Groping over her top, and then easily ripping the buttons away.

“Not my clothes!” She protested, but if he heard, he ignored her. Choosing instead to knead her breast as it spilled over her matching bra. Sukuna chuckled, looking back at her.

“The matching set, I’m starting to think you really did wear this just for me. Is that what you do? Under all those clothes you put on, you wear red hoping I’ll catch a glimpse. Hoping I’ll come out to rip it off of you.” He spoke as he rolled her bud roughly between his fingertips.

“God!” She cried out. He was everywhere. Pumping his fingers further inside her walls, tongue abusing her clit-

“I’ll be your god.” He hissed, before leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth.

She was fast approaching the edge, gasping for air as he shot her towards her peak.

He curled his fingers inside of her, reaching a new angle that sent white hot pleasure shooting through her body.

“Sukuna!” She choked out, reaching up to ball her hands into his top. She was wary of touching him at first, opting to press against the wall instead. But it was all too much. She needed something more to try and ground herself through the first orgasm he was going to rip from her body.

“You gonna cum, little sorcerer?” He hummed around a mouthful of her breast, looking up at her expectantly. She already looked so cute and fucked out for him; grinding into his hand to push him further inside, face flushed as she whimpered his name over, brows pinched up while she looked down to him with a breathless nod.

“Please Sukuna...” If he wasn’t so pent up himself, he might have stopped what he was doing, but edging her would only edge him, and he had no interest in prolonging his own pleasure any more than being stuck in the passenger seat of his vessel already had.

For this encounter, anyways. So, he gave her what she wanted, driving his fingers faster into her cunt, biting down on the nipple currently still in his mouth, while his other hand roughly pinched at the other.

He could feel how close she was. It was getting harder to slide his fingers back into her, and he couldn’t wait to sink into her.

When he didn’t slow down or stop, she took it as permission, though, the tip of the iceberg was so close that even if he had told her no, she wasn’t sure she could have stopped, anyway.

It crashed over her in waves, throwing her against the wall as she cried out his name. Everything was gone - her sight, her hearing, all she could do was ride against his hand, and hope that their grasp on each other was enough to keep her standing through the intensity of it all.

Even when her high started to ebb away, he was still lazily pumping his fingers inside of her. Slowly the world came back to her, heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she whined.

“Aww, is someone sensitive?” He pulled away from her chest with a grin, red eyes glinting as he stared down at her dazed expression. She weakly pushed against his chest, trying to get him to stop while she regained some semblance of normal breathing.

“Sukuna…”

“Well, aren’t you going to thank me?” She swallowed hard, still trying to find her way out of the haze.

“I- thank you...” He pulled his fingers out of her, chuckling at the whimper that left her lips. Raising his hand to his mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he sucked his fingers clean.

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“What?” Confusion crossed her face, and he pressed the same two fingers against her parted lips, looking on in admiration as she opened them without question. Sukuna pressed his fingers against her tongue, pulling her mouth open as he did.

“Those red panties you’re wearing will be sufficient.”

“What?” The word left her mouth again, and he raised an eyebrow, dragging his fingers down her tongue and out of her mouth. She stared at him for only a second more before leaning down to slide them off her hips. She looked down to keep from fumbling, but he hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face back up to him.

“I didn’t say you could look away.” She bit her lip, shimmying awkwardly to slide them down her knees. Stepping one foot out of them at a time, she began to lift them up. He grabbed them from her, large fingers brushing her own as he did.

She moved to stand up again, but he stopped her, shaking his head.

“On second thought, I don’t think one pair of panties is worth a mind-numbing orgasm, do you?” But it wasn’t really a question, not when he was already guiding her to her knees in front of him. The floor below her was cold - a shock that her core, still radiating heat, could feel.

“Be a good girl and open wide,” he said, reaching into his pants to take hold of his neglected cock. Pulling it out, he ran his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum up and down his length.

Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth. The brat could imagine all he wanted; it would never compare to having her right here in front of him. Small hands braced on his thighs, eyes blown wide as she took in just how fucked she was about to be.

“See something you like?” Her breath hitched as he knocked his fat tip against her bottom lip. She slowly opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, grabbing the back of her head as he forced himself into her mouth.

She dug her nails into his thighs as he did, trying in vain to pull her head back so she could breathe.

“You’re not acting very grateful. Don’t make me fuck your throat, I’ll end up hurting your feelings.” He chuckled. Tears were already welling in her eyes as she choked on what he could fit in her mouth. Slowly, she removed a hand off from his thigh, reaching down to run her fingers through her folds. When she’d gathered enough of her release, she reached back up to pump the rest of him with it.

“How resourceful of you. Makes me want to fuck my cock down your throat all the more.” She moaned around his length, gently rocking him as far as she could take him. Part of her was screaming for air, the other wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made her feel moments ago. The fog was back, and she blinked the tears away as she looked up at him.

His jaw was tense, one hand still at the back of her head, the other balled in a fist and braced against the wall. Before this she’d only seen him when he was a mouth and one eye, stirring up chaos on Yuji’s cheek. Looking up at him now, though, red eyes trained on her and black markings all over his body - he was breathtaking.

All-powerful and terrifying as hell, considering that he could kill her in an instant, but breathtaking, nonetheless. She let her other hand slide down his leg to rest between her own, pressing her fingers into herself - only to whine in disappointment when it felt nothing like him.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you? I’ve gone hundreds of years without, and you just can’t wait for another.” She breathed hard through her nose, trying to take in as much air as she could before he hit the back of her throat again. Black dots buzzed at the corners of her vision, the sound of her choking on what she could take echoed through the hall.

Her jaw was pried open at a painful angle to accommodate him, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. Her grasp on his cock grew slack, and she wasn’t fighting him every time he knocked his tip just a little further into her mouth. Her own fingers stilled in her aching walls, eyelids fighting to stay open.

Sukuna huffed, sliding his hand around to smack at her cheek.

“Don’t go passing out on me now, I’m not finished with you just yet.” And he pulled out of her mouth with a loud squelch as she gasped for air. The lightheaded feeling slowly dissipated as she looked up at him, tears and spit covering her face.

“You did okay. For now. We’ll revisit that later, get up.” She didn’t have to be told twice, rising on wobbly legs as quickly as she could. The thought occurred to her, that she was practically naked in front of him, while he was still fully clothed. She swallowed hard, trying to wipe away some of the shame along with the tears.

But he didn’t give her much time to wallow in her self-pity, quickly turning her around and pinning her to the cool wall. She shivered at the feeling of his solid body pressed into her back, erection still wet with her spit as it bounced on her bare ass.

“Maybe next time, I’ll let you look at me while I fuck you.” He breathed down her neck, grabbing his length and rubbing it through her folds. She dug her nails into the wall; he barely fit her mouth, there was no way she was ready–

“Relax, I’m not interested in breaking you the first time around. It would ruin the fun in watching you look at me in anticipation every time you’re around.” And he wasn’t wrong. Hell, he was still here, and the anticipation was coursing through her. Taking a slow breath she waited, thankful that the cool wall was enough to ease the heat on her face.

Sukuna gripped her hip and hooked his tip at her entrance before pushing in. She gritted her teeth, moaning at the already over-full feeling. For the situation being what it was, he was fairly gentle as he steadily eased himself through her tight walls with a prolonged hiss. She could only stay pressed against the wall, jaw dropped in a silent moan as he filled her out inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes rolled, body unsure if she should cry out in pleasure or pain.

“God look at you, practically foaming at the mouth. What would your sorcerers say if they caught you like this, hmm?” He groaned, bucking his hips up into hers. Her voice finally caught up to her, and she cried out, nails scraping down the wall as she clawed for anything to keep her grounded.

He didn’t quite fit all the way, but it only turned Sukuna on even more. Of course, he couldn’t fit - but he would. He would break her open on his cock as many times as he needed, until she fit him like a second skin. Until he was the only thing she could think about whenever she tried to seek pleasure elsewhere.

She was playing a game she had no clue about, and Sukuna was going to win. He laughed as he grabbed her hips, pulling out to slam back into her walls. They sucked him in and tried to keep him out all at the same time.

“Sukuna, fuck!” She moaned, reaching behind her to slow him down. He said he wasn’t going to break her, but the rough pace he’d set was literally fucking the air right out of her lungs. Her walls squeezed him tighter, and he moaned.

“Too much for you already, princess? I’m just getting started.” Sukuna grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Too much, fuck, ‘s too much!”

“I’m not that brat, you’ll take what I give you exactly how I give it to you. Don’t piss me off, I’m in such a giving mood, right now!” He snaked his other hand around her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. Sukuna grinned. In an attempt to get away, she only managed to shove herself further onto his cock.

“Sukuna please, I don’t…Please!”

“Short circuiting, and I’m not even close yet. Shall we see just how many times I can make you cry before I’m finally satisfied?” Her mind was melting, she didn’t care anymore. What was she even begging for? Him to stop? Or maybe she was begging him not to stop. She’d never been filled up like this before; even the pain was pleasurable now. All she could do was stand against this wall and take it, anyway. Her body relaxed against him slightly, and he grinned.

“Is there something you want from me, little sorcerer?” She bit her wobbly lip hard, trying to focus on his words.

“I want- I wanna cum.”

“That so?” She nodded with a whimper.

“Beg, and I’ll think about it.” She couldn’t even be bothered with the feelings of shame looming overhead. She wanted one thing, and if begging was all she needed to do to achieve it, well…

“Please I wanna cum.” She whined, hands flexing in his grasp.

“Beg more, you can do better than that.”

“Please Sukuna please I wanna cum, never wanted to cum so bad. Please make me cum on your cock please I-” She was a wailing mess, she didn’t care who heard her pleas, only that he might answer them. His tongue licked at her folds, snaking around his length to tease her from every side.

He rocked her into her second orgasm, reveling in the feeling of her tightening around him as she screamed.

God, he needed to feel it again. The way her walls fluttered around his thickness, trying to close around the strain of taking him. The feeling was maddening, and Sukuna was sure he could pull another one from her immediately, he just needed to pick up the pace as he rammed his cock harder into her.

The wet sound of his second mouth lapping at her, mixed with her moaning variations of his name and ‘fuck don’t stop’ was more than enough to catch the attention of anyone close by, and as absorbed as Sukuna was in this little game, he wouldn’t let his guard down. He was sure she didn’t even remember what they were here for anymore at this point. If the whites of her rolled eyes and the drool currently sliding down the wall where her face was pressed against it were any indication, anyway.

He could feel her whole body start to twitch and tighten, and he knew she was close again. Two orgasms in, and he knew her body so well already. He’d put that knowledge to good use later.

“Go ahead little sorcerer, scream for me.” And she came hard, walls clamping down on him, practically shoving him out while she did. It was enough to send him reeling, too. Hips slamming up into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder as he finished with a growl. If they weren’t both so wrapped up in each other, they might have realized he growled ‘mine.’ He painted her insides in white hot ropes, stilling when the euphoria finished washing over him.

“If you think that was mind-numbing, just wait until I get ahold of you in my true form.” Sukuna whispered against the shell of her ear.

He pulled out with a groan, watching her whole body quiver as he did.

“Clean yourself up.” She finally looked back at him, brows knit. He ripped the sleeve off his jacket, handing it over to her. When she tried to pull it, his grip tightened, and he looked at her expectantly.

“Thank you…” She said quietly as she cleared her throat.

“Such a good girl for me already, I don’t even have to train you. I’ll be back, be ready to leave when I am.”

“Wait where-”

“There’s still a job to do here, isn’t there? I’ve got a curse to kill.” He smirked as he walked backwards up the hall.

Yuji wouldn’t be awake for a while, plenty of time for Sukuna to hide his prize. One of the many he planned on taking from her, he thought as he twirled the red panties on his finger.

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novemberheart · 4 months ago

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{overview} It’s time for you to meet your new pack. John and Kyle have an unexpected reaction to your arrival. Your place in the pack may not be as permanent as you think……

{warnings} John is a bit of an a-hole, cursing, female reader, that's about it

Chapter 2 <- Chapter 3 -> Chapter 4

“How do you think Simon’ll feel about this?” Johnny piqued up.

John looked up from his paperwork over to where Johnny was sprawled out on the couch in his office. The Scot had just finished a new charcoal masterpiece that would be hung in their living area.

“To be quite honest I'm not sure how I feel about it.” John sighed, standing up and stretching. His shoulders cracked quietly from being hunched over the oak desk.

“It's a big decision- one that he wasn't a part of.” Johnny reasoned. John nodded his head in agreement. “That’ll make him sour.”

“It might.” John agreed again. “Worst case scenario we could always send her back.”

Johnny was taken aback for a moment. Surprised that John would even suggest such a thing. Then he realized it wasn't John he was talking to, it was his Captain. The man who would do anything for the sake of his team- even at the expense of others. Not that he hadn’t been guilty of that either.

“Guess that's true,” Johnny said quietly.

“Let's go make sure the mother hen has eaten.” John sighed, a soft smile on his face. Johnny followed suit, the image of Kyles's face scrunching at the nickname crossing his mind.

You had never been this nervous in your life. Your knees twitching with an overload of adrenaline.

“Your scent will throw them off.” Kate nearly gagged from next to you.

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You shot back. Your hands knotted in your white sweater. “I think I’m going to be sick.” You whined, causing the driver to turn around slightly.

“There’s bags under your seat.” He practically shouted.

“Good to know, thanks.” You began to reach down before Kate stopped you.

“Will you please pull yourself together? You have had a waiting list of Alphas and packs who have wanted you since I’ve known you.” Kate reminded, her hands gripping yours tightly.

“That’s sweet Kate bu”-

“Shush. If this doesn't work out, which it will work out- you give me one phone call and I'll have you out of there before those hardheads figure out what they've lost. Deal.” It was the assurance you needed. You weren't going to be stranded here. You should know better by now that Kate has always had your best interest at heart.

“Thank you.” You breathed. She nodded her head, her senses finally getting a break from eye-watering sour. “There really a waiting list?” You questioned curiously. She glared at you out of the side of her vision but begrudgingly nodded her head.

“Bout five minutes till we get there.” The driver warned. You stopped yourself from stumbling back into a panic episode. Kate was right, if they caught one whiff of you right now, they'd send you back. “Would you be offended if I rolled down a window?” the driver nearly begged.

“No.” You mumbled.

About three of the five minutes away it started to pour.

“That's fitting.” Kate sighed. “Grab your raincoat,” she commanded. You rolled your eyes, already pulling the yellow coat out of your bag.

“Yes, Ma’am.” You snarked, almost waiting for her to jab you with her elbow.

The car finally stopped. Kate's phone ‘tinged’ at that very moment.

“They’re waiting for us inside. Ready?” She asked, her eyes a bit scared like she was worried you were going to back out.

You took a deep breath.

“Ready.”

You and Kate quickly made your way inside a large gray building, your oversized hood proving its worth.

“John, Kyle.” Kate greeted, as both of you wiped your feet on the mat. You took one last look outside, peeling off your hood just in time for the door to shut. The action caused a gust of your scent to hit John and Kyle in the face.

A pleased growl echoed in the Alpha's chest. He raised his hand to his mouth, pressing his thumb and pointer finger against his nose, shocked at his reaction. The Beta on the other hand chose to press his shoulder against the wall to keep himself steady. Your scent reached a part of his brain he didn't even know was there.

“I apologize.” The alpha was the first to speak after he had lowered his hand. The purr in his chest began again, but he quickly cleared his throat, halting it. He flushed slightly, embarrassed by his lack of control. His mind was buzzing, the nearly uncontrollable desire to grab you and roll around in your scent was taking all of his restraint. He clenched his jaw, his canines beginning to ache.

“It's alright,” you assured quietly. Truth be told you hadn't heard a sound like that before. All the alphas you knew had been female. It made your insides weak, especially coming from a possible mate. Both men grew quiet, their eyes scanning you up and down as if you were a foreign creature. You suppose to them- you were.

“John.” You looked at the broad alpha. “And Kyle right?” You asked, turning toward the almost equally broad beta.

“God, where are my manners?” John sighed quietly to himself. “It's nice to meet you. I'm John and that's Kyle. Johnny is still in the medical ward, with Simon.”

“Kate told me about that. Was sorry to hear.” You offered up your sympathy. He gave you a polite smile.

“Figured me and Kyle could show you around and then we’ll head over there so you can meet everyone else,” John explained.

“Sounds good.” You smiled back.

“Bags?” John questioned.

“Oh, there in the car.” you winced looking out at the raging storm.

“I'll get it!” Kyle volunteered quickly, accidentally bumping into Kate on his way out.

“This way,” John spoke softly. His hand rested on your upper back guiding you out of the gray warehouse-type building. Kate followed behind, her eyes trained on his hand. She couldn't wait for the ‘I told you so’s.’

Once you left the building you were outside again- luckily this time the sidewalks were covered. You did enjoy how green everything was. Despite the cold, modern buildings- it was easy to breathe here. “It’s easier to take a cart,” John explained, guiding you into the passenger seat. Kate got in the back, not bothering to suppress the smirk across her face. John’s eyes were too trained on you to notice.

“What about Kyle?” you asked as John began to pull away.

“He’ll find his way back home. He always does.” He smiled, causing you to chuckle. Truth be told he knew his beta needed a moment to clear his senses.

You weaved through the building till you got to the housing areas- which unfortunately weren't covered.

“Shite day out,” John grumbled.

“I like the rain.” You hummed absentmindedly. Something about it felt so healing. John's eyes flickered over to you, watching for a moment as you surveyed your surroundings.

“Here we are.” John huffed, pulling his burly frame out of the cart. It instantly rose without his weight in it, causing you and Kate to giggle. You entered another large gray building, this one tall and commanding. There were lots of windows, the dark cloudy day making it easy to see inside. John held the door open for you and you pulled off the side with a small ‘thank you.’

“Stairs or elevator?” John asked, turning over his shoulder.

“Elevator,” Kate answered for you. John's lips quirk upwards.

“Elevator it is.” He led you both to the elevator, holding his arm out to make sure the door didn't try to close on either of you. He pressed the number eight.

“Is that the top floor?” You questioned. The elevator was fast, you swore you could feel your hair being pushed down.

“Yeah. It's almost like a flat.” John explained. The elevator doors rolled open, to reveal a long hallway. One side is littered with doors, the other with large windows.

“Wow.” You whispered, stopping to take in the view. You could see nearly everything from here. The base was surrounded by trees. You could only imagine how magnificent it was without all the clouds and fog. You followed John and passed the doors until you reached the very last one.

“This is us.” He held up a key card, a light flicking green from the door. “We’re still waiting for yours, you can just use Simon’s till we get it.”

As soon as you walked in there was a galley kitchen. Composed of light oak and white stone countertops. “Here's laundry and storage,” John explained walking through the kitchen to the two french doors at the end of the galley. “Dining area,” he explained, resting his hand on the counter. There were six stools pulled up to the counter. The kitchen overlooked the living area, which took up the majority of the home. There was a plush L-shaped, couch facing a large TV on the wall. Facing into the living room was a series of doors. The one on the right closest to the kitchen was Johnny’s, then a bathroom. “You’ll be sharing this with Johnny and Kyle. Not to worry they’re clean boys.” John assured. Next to the bathroom was Kyle’s room. On the other side of the living room, across from Kyle’s room was Simon's room. Next to Simon’s room was your room, and then next to yours was John's room.

You did feel a bit safer sandwiched between the two alphas of the pack.

But you didn't like the fact you would have to traipse through the living room every time you needed to use the bathroom.

Next to Simon’s door was the door leading out to the patio. It was nice a spacious, but the only thing out there was an ashtray balancing on one of the bars. Beside the TV were two big windows that you knew you would spend a lot of time staring out of.

Maybe Kate could by you a lawn chair as a housewarming gift.

“It's nice.” You said at the end of the tour.

“It gets the job done.”

It was finally time for Kyle to make his way in with your bags. You had one suitcase and a duffle. He carried it like it was empty. You opened your new bedroom door for him, and he set it down without letting his feet cross the threshold.

“I'm sorry I didn't get to properly introduce myself earlier. I'm Kyle, Kyle Garrick.” His voice was smooth and confident compared to the way he bolted from you earlier.

“It's okay, Kyle.” You smiled, finding yourself a bit lost in his warm eyes. John cleared his throat behind you two causing the trances to break.

“How about we all go get some lunch? Wait for the rain to die down then head over to medical?”

Sounded good to you.

Hello everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope the room setup isn’t too confusing! I’ll post a little render of their home and link it here! See you in two days for chapter 4! 🧡

#captain john price #ghost x reader #poly141 #simon ghost riley #soap x reader #price x reader #poly141 x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #johnny soap mactavish #novemberheart #a/b/o dynamics #tf141 x female reader #female reader

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carlyraejepsans · 1 year ago

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Rate UT characters on likely they are to eat spoiled food

premise: as monster food does not spoil, this speculation is based on how i think they'd treat human food in the post pacifist ending

frisk. trash burger. enough said. (also i hc that they grew up on the streets, so... not a lot of chances to be picky with your food.)

sans. second most likely. there's milk in the fridge bought specifically for him to drink out of the carton whenever frisk's or papyrus' friends come to visit, like a stereotypical disney channel older brother (he loves being annoying on purpose). it's been there for a month. he's still not done with it. it's probably rancid. enjoyer of food and lover of even shittier food. mr worst burger on the menu. he is ESPECIALLY gross about food and he is gross about it on purpose, he will peel an apple for papyrus and then take a bite out of it before cutting him a slice. and then call him a wuss when he acts disgusted. ("stop being a baby bones, we have the same germs anyway" "NO WE DON'T. *YOU* HAVE GERMS! AND I DON'T WANT ANY OF THEM!!" "why? they're pedigreed" "OUGH!?!!"). he mostly uses it as a chance to make a gag (or a lack of gagging, lol) but his strong stomach did also come in handy in the early days of papyrus' interest in cooking

mettaton, of sequins-and-glue hamburgers fame. he's technically tied for 2nd place with sans, but i put him in third because i feel like sans does it on purpose, for mettaton it's more like... a side effect of starting life off as a ghost. few people question it since he's a robot now.

alphys. she doesn't go out of her way to do it, but she buys her snacks in industrial pallet-fuls to reduce social interactions to a minimum, so by the time she reaches the last 3 or 4 packets of blue takis, they're well past their expiration date. not that it stops her. now, this wouldn't happen on the surface because she gets better and has a solid support system, but if monster food could spoil back when she was going Through it with the amalgamates, i feel like she'd either be too depressed or tired to care and eat it, or she'd tumble into a "g-god. you can't even take care of your own f-food. is there anything you can't fuck up" self-deprecation spiral and lose her appetite altogether

flowey. did it to see what would happen. nothing did. never did it again. tbh I just don't think he eats much of anything, spoiled or not.

undyne. getting into the "wouldn't eat spoiled food" tier. she actually thinks it's really gross but papyrus tricks her into doing it by challenging her machismo. she gets SO sick from it. they do this aprox 3 times a month. rinse and repeat

asgore. he's a gardener, and i can see him working in a community garden on the surface, so he'd have access to a lot of fresh produce, for both himself and to give away. however, if some of it were to go bad, he'd probably cut off the affected bit and eat the rest so it doesn't go to waste.

toriel. she is SUPER careful about expiration dates and mold and checks to make sure all she owns is still safe to eat almost weekly. this level of care, however, is mostly meant for other people, not herself, but she would really rather not eat anything that's gone bad. same reasoning as alphys', IF monster food could spoil when she was still in the RUINs, i could technically see her biting the bullet, if only because 1) she was also heavily depressed and struggling to take care of herself, though i think she might sooner skip out on the meal altogether, rather than eat something spoiled, and 2) the awkward stares from the other monsters in the RUINs supermarket might not be something she's willing to deal with on any given day.

papyrus. he would NOT. no way. master of cleaning, germophobe extraordinaire papyrus (well, not really, but he plays the part). if toriel is meticulous, papyrus is obsessive. there better not be a SINGLE spot on his food. and no lines or plaid patterns either!! he WILL wash it untill it goes away. with soap probably. canonically a picky eater to begin with (his picks are just weird as balls). can should and WILL get on sans' ass about his unhealthy eating habits, and that includes eating food that's gone bad.

#answered asks #undertale #sans #papyrus #toriel #frisk #alphys #undyne #asgore #mettaton #hey look the whole gang is here!

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a-killer-obsession · 5 months ago

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PITCHING TENTS ⛺️

Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.

Masterlist || AO3 || Part One

PART 6/6 - GROUP ACTIVITIES (Everyone)

CW: sex with strangers, afab reader, semi-public sex, fingering, oral, in a moving vehicle, is it unsafe sex if its happening without seatbelts in a moving car?, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, fivesome- F/M/M/M/M, M/M action, bdsm, shibari, choking, hair pulling, squirting, degradation, pain kink, deep throating (m receiving), spitting, bukkake, handjobs, blowjobs, p in v sex, pet play/use of pup/dog/master

WC: 5.5k

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin @bbnbhm

Wire probably could have finished the walk back to camp in half an hour given his long legs, but he took it slowly, careful to not jostle you too much as you snored softly in his ear, nuzzled up against his soft hoodie. You didn't wake until he returned to camp, the reverb of his voice in his chest pulling you from your deep sleep with a yawn.

“She okay Wire?” Killer asked with concern as Wire approached their tent, gravel crunching underfoot. “She fall on the trail or something? Her knees look sore.” Wire just replied with a shit eating grin, to which Killer gave an amused huff as he caught the meaning. Killer had to admit, he was a little proud of you, he wasn't sure you'd be able to successfully crack Wire but you'd proven him wrong.

“Help me out with her, will ya?” Wire said as he carefully bent at the knee to unzip his tent and lay you on this air bed, “can you grab me a wet cloth to clean her up?”

“On it,” Killer gave a mock salute and went to his own tent to grab something he could dampen. He wet it in the kitchen and quickly returned, sliding into the tent and sitting behind you to prop you up. You winced as Wire put the damp cloth against your knees.

“Jeez, what'd you do to the poor girl?” Killer joked.

“Spanked me, fucked my throat, pounded my ass,” you replied with a half lidded smile, making both men snort. “Fuckin… monster cock,” you said sleepily.

You were half asleep and quickly drifting off while Killer massaged your shoulders and Wire cleaned and applied antiseptic cream to your wounds. They weren't too bad so he didn't bother to dress them, they'd no doubt look and feel a lot better in a few hours. When he was done with your hands and knees he indicated for Killer to put you on your belly, and you gave a little squeak as he laid you over his knees and Wire yanked down your pants.

Killer made a low whistle as he saw how red your ass was, clear prints from a large hand painted red on your soft flesh. You whined as he ran a hand over the marks softly. Wire was rummaging through a black duffle not far from your face, and you almost choked when you saw the other contents. Ropes, anal plugs, lubes, what looked like a swatch of leather no doubt for impact play, a ball gag and a dildo that was closer to Killer's cock size.

“Fuckin’ hell, and here I thought I came to camp prepared,” you snorted as Wire found what he was looking for. Killer didn't even blink an eye at the bag, he clearly already knew about it. “I haven't seen you bring any other girls to your tent so who are those for?”

“Heat, mostly,” Wire replied with a smirk as he applied a soothing balm to your ass. Your eyes went wide thinking about it. Sweet Heat, bound and gagged, now there's something you could get behind.

“Fuck, I'd love to see that,” you hummed.

“Maybe you will if you're a good girl,” Wire gave your ass a gentle, playful slap before Killer helped him pull your shorts back up. You stayed where you were, still very sleepy but a little more awake now. Besides, Killer's lap was comfy.

“Well, I hope it'll happen tonight cos I'm heading home tomorrow,” you told them with a pang of sadness. It was very tempting to just call in sick on Tuesday so you could take an extra day at camp but you really had shit to do at work.

“Aw, you're leavin’ us doll?” Killer said, feigning hurt.

“Unfortunately, sorry boys, this ride was a limited time offer,” you hummed.

“Well, at least let us take you out to dinner tonight,” Killer offered, “we were gonna ask anyway but we found a restaurant Kid wants to try while we were in town so we were planning on heading back around dinner time”

“I won't say no to a free meal,” you rolled onto your back and stretched out with a yawn, “need a nap though”

“You just woke up!” Wire huffed, “snored in my ear the whole way from the summit!”

Killer snorted a laugh and you pouted. “It's not my fault your massive cock wore me out!”

Wire sighed and rolled his eyes. “Well, you can sleep here if you want, but I have shit to do. Don't drool on my pillow”

“Yes sir,” you winked, climbing out of Killer's lap and snuggling into Wire's blankets. They smelt of masculine musk and some sort of spice. “Wanna take a nap with me Kil?”

“I'd love to, but I promised Kid I'd go for a swim with him,” Killer patted where your leg was under the blanket, then he stooped and gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead, “I'll come wake you before dinner with enough time to change, get some sleep”

“Thanks Kil,” you yawned again, curling up in a little ball and nuzzling your head against Wire's pillow.

As promised, Killer woke you for dinner, and you changed into a cute, slightly nicer dress and some cute strappy heels. You even applied some fresh makeup before heading into town with the boys. Dinner was lovely, it was a pretty nice steakhouse restaurant you'd never tried before, and now that Wire was more comfortable with you the conversation was energetic and pleasant. These boys were fun to be around for sure, and you laughed more than you thought possible with strangers. You learned they actually all worked together as mechanics at a store they co-owned together, and while Heat and Wire were older, they'd all known each other since high-school. Kid was the main mechanic, Killer was the people person (though he was also a trained mechanic), Heat was a welder and Wire handled the money.

Tummies full (after watching them all eat a frankly concerning amount) you all huddled back into the ute, Heat being kind enough to lift you into the cab since it was so high up, before climbing in himself and sandwiching you between him and Killer. The two of them were the least wide of the four, so they'd arranged themselves this way to give you more space, with Wire driving.

“So,” Kid started, “Kil mentioned you're heading back tomorrow. Where to?”

“Ah, I don't really like to share that information,” you replied shyly.

“Really? You've had us all inside you but you won't say where you're from?” Kid huffed.

“That's sort of the point baby,” you smirked, “wouldn't be strangers if you knew. Besides, what if you're all actually stalker serial killers?”

“Probably shouldn't have gotten in a car with us then,” Killer mused.

“Alright Killer,” you snorted, “like that isn't a serial killer name. Actually, you might be right. Ah well, I never claimed to be smart. Just horny”

“Yeah?” Killer leaned over so his breath was brushing against your ear, making you shiver, a hand trailing up your thigh, “you horny now?”

“Sweetheart, I'm always horny,” you replied back. Killer gave Wire a look through the rear view mirror, both of them sharing a grin which spread to the other two as they noticed it. You suddenly felt very much like small trapped prey locked in a closed space with the four giant men.

Before you could think, Killer was firming his grasp on the thigh closest to him, and Heat was grabbing the other, both of them working in tandem to spread you wide. Kid poignantly turned sideways in his seat to watch, and Wire adjusted the rear view mirror so it was pointed directly at you. You could see his cold, amused eyes as Killer's hand ran up your thigh to your center.

“Naughty girl,” he laughed, “she's got no fucking panties on”

“Fuckin’ slut,” Kid laughed, “let's see that pussy then”

Killer pulled up your skirt and held your leg in his lap, as did Heat, your pussy on full display for all four men. You bit your hand as Killer ran a finger through your cunt, gathering up the slick that was quickly pooling there. He dipped his middle finger inside you, making you whine, and you heard Wire laugh.

“She's so wet already,” Killer mused, “you like this baby? Want me to make you squirt right here in front of everyone?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered as he added another finger and pumped you slowly. Heat's hand ran up and down your leg, stopping occasionally to rub your foot. Killer removed his fingers for a moment and reached under the seat in front of him, pulling a beach towel that must have been unused from earlier.

“Lift your ass sweetheart,” he cooed as he unbuckled your seatbelt. You lifted obediently and he put the towel underneath you before returning to his previous position and pushing his fingers back inside you. You let out a shakey moan as he started finger fucking you, your head resting against the back of the seat while you panted. All of the men were watching you hungrily, and Wire cursed having to pay any attention to the road. He considered pulling over, but they'd be back at camp in another ten minutes and then he could have all the fun he wanted with you.

“Your pussy is sucking me in, so greedy,” Killer purred, running his tongue up your barred neck and tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “Was your mission successful sweetheart? Did you fuck all four of us? It's been, what, forty eight hours? How many times has this greedy little pussy taken our cocks?”

“F-five,” you moaned, “and Wire fucked my ass”

“Fuckkk she really is a slut,” Kid laughed, “give us the rundown doll, I wanna hear how you let us use that tight body”

“F-first Kil fucked me in the kitchen,” you moaned, struggling to form words while Killer finger fucked you, his thumb rolling circles on your clit while Heat touched your legs and breasts. “He- fuck- he ate me out, then he fucked me with a popsicle, then he bent me over the counter and fucked me and sprayed his cum on my back”

“With a popsicle huh?” Wire hummed, “and you barely even knew us, nasty little slut. Go on then, who fucked you next?”

Kid was palming himself through his pants as you continued speaking, the wet sloppy sounds of your pussy echoing in the car cabin. “Next morning Kil took me in the shower, fucked me from behind then I blew him and he came on my face”

“So pretty covered in my cum,” Killer hummed, nipping your neck.

“Then- then Kid fucked me in the spa,” you continued, letting out a long moan as Killer bit down on your neck and marked you, having to catch your breath before you could continue, “he fucked my- my little slut throat- and came down it, then he ate me out till I squirted, then he bent me over and fingered my ass while he fucked me till he blew his load inside me”

“Fuck yeah I did,” he grinned, “filled that pussy good”

“Then- hnng- then Heat fucked me by the bonfire,” you had to take a moment to pant, you were getting close and Killer took note, removing his fingers to edge you. You whined and Kid enjoyed getting a straight view into your gaping pussy. Killer let you calm before returning his fingers. “Killll~” you whined.

“You can cum when you finish telling us how we all fucked you,” he explained, “keep going baby”

“H-Heat let me ride his face,” you moaned, “I squirted on it- hnng- he laid me down and worshipped my body and called me Goddess, hnnng Kil please let me cum”

“Not till you're done,” he scorned, removing his fingers again and giving your pussy a wet sounding slap that made you buck, “Keep. Going”

“Fuck- hnng- he- he ate me out more, then he fucked me till I squirted on his cock, then he came on my stomach,” you continued, “I took him to my bed and the next day I woke up to him eating me out, fuck, it was so fucking hot. He fucked me again and creamed inside me”

“Good girl,” Killer hummed, “that was this morning, now tell us what you let Wire do while we were off at the beach”

“He fucked me on the summit,” you whined, Killer's fingers moving at a painfully slow speed, your orgasm teetering right on the edge, you were desperate to cum, “he spanked me c-cos I'm a greedy little brat w-who needed to learn a lesson, then he fucked my throat and came down it, then he made me get on all fours and made me squirt while he fingered my ass - hnnnnnng Killlllll~ - then he fucked my ass till I couldn't walk, fuck, please let me cum, please”

“Good girl,” Killer returned three fingers to your pussy and his thumb to your clit, working you furiously, “go on sweetheart, you've been so good”

The wet sloppy sounds your pussy was making as he finger fucked you and your loud whines and moans were music to their ears, and you shook hard as you came, squirting on Killer's hand, your pussy making impossibly sloppy, pornographic sounds while your whole body tensed and your eyes rolled back. You went limp immediately, panting hard while your hips gave the occasional roll from an aftershock.

“Heat, clean her up,” Wire ordered. Heat undid his seatbelt, grabbed both of your legs and spun you so your legs were either side of his shoulders, ass hovering in the air, and your head in Killer's lap. You moaned and shook as he lapped hungrily at your overstimulated cunt, licking up all of your honey, plunging his tongue deep inside you and running it up your wet thighs. It was just as well the car windows were tinted as the ute pulled into the camp carpark, your thighs either side of Heat's face and your knees against the window behind him.

“Wire, stop here a second, I've got an idea,” Kid said quickly. You barely took notice of him leaving and running to the camp shop while Heat was eating you out, and Wire turned to pull your dress further up and your bra down, so your tits were exposed and being pushed up by the bra. He tugged on your nipples and gave them slight twists before smacking them, making you buck into Heat's face. Heat in turn whined against your cunt, the vibrations making you reply with your own whine. Kid returned to the car and Wire turned back to the steering wheel, continuing the drive back to the tents. Kid held a familiar key with a white tag, spinning it around his index finger.

“Got us somewhere to have some fun,” he smirked, “the shop's shutting soon so I paid extra to return the key tomorrow”

“Good thinking,” Wire mused, “we'll need some space. She was curious about my bag of toys”

“Heat!!!!” you suddenly cried out, your whole body convulsing, head digging into Killer's thighs as you gushed against Heat's face, panting hard as he released your legs and let you slide down so your ass was in his lap. His face was dripping with your cum and he licked his lips and smirked, his hands running all over your body.

“Good boy Heat,” Wire hummed, “I'm gonna have to give you a reward later”

You could feel Heat's dick twitch under your ass as he let out a low whine at the promise. The car came into park outside the tents and Killer helped you sit up and right your clothes, and Heat opened the door behind him so he could back out and pull you with him. He cradled you easily against him, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist while he carried you around and the others gathered what they needed. Bags and towels in hand, Kid led the convoy to the spa buildings, Heat carrying you the whole way while you languidly licked and sucked on his neck, still dazed from your two impossibly hard orgasms.

Kid unlocked one of the spa rooms and held the door open for everyone else, Heat carrying you in and placing you on the wooden decking that surrounded the tub, which was just the right height for Heat's erection to press against your core. The two of you made out aggressively while the others settled in, Kid and Killer stripping and sliding into the tub, standing behind you on either side to undress you and grope you, forcing Heat away for a moment to pull your dress over your head. They each licked and kissed and touched whatever they could, making you moan into Heat's mouth and roll your hips against him, your legs still wrapped around him to pin him to you. Wire was busy pulling things out of his toy bag, and once satisfied with his choices he removed his shirt and shoes. Heat whined as Wire grabbed his hair hard and pulled him off you with significant force. You pouted, but his mouth was quickly replaced by the men behind you who took turns turning your head to force their tongue in your mouth.

“Settle in, sweetheart,” Wire smirked at you, holding Heat by his hair, head forced back while Wire's hand wrapped around his tattooed neck, “if I go too far for your comfort, use the colours, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Rest assured though that I know Heat's limits well. I'll go easy on him for your sake though”

Kid and Killer pulled you backwards into the spa, settling you in Kid's lap, Killer's hand on the thigh that Kid's hand wasn't already on. “Warm my cock will you babe?” Kid whispered in your ear. You lifted yourself and sunk down on his cock, whining at the stretch. He made no move to thrust into you, and held you still with a strong arm around your waist to keep you from using him to get off.

Heat was forced to lean against the decking, his palms flat against it, looking you in the eye as Wire stripped his clothes from him indignantly. He took the piece of leather you'd seen earlier, running it over the curve of Heat's ass, before pulling his arm back and smacking it with a crack that echoed through the small, round room. Heat's eyes remained focused on you, but he let out a pleasured whimper. Kid grinned as you pussy clenched around him at the sound.

“Little slut liked that,” Kid smirked, “felt her pussy squeeze”

Wire grinned and smacked Heat's ass again, the tattooed man's focus faltering as he whined. Once again your pussy squeezed, and this time Kid made a groan of his own. After a series of ten hits, Heat's ass was bright red and bleeding slightly from broken blood vessels, but his cock was impressively swollen and hard.

“You gonna be good for me, pup?” Wire growled in Heat's ear, pulling his hair again.

“Yes master,” he replied in a well-practiced routine. Wire pulled him to stand upright, Heat now standing exposed and naked in the middle of the room while Wire grabbed ropes. He lazily tied a harness around Heat's torso that squeezed his already massive pecs, before pulling his arms behind his back and binding his forearms together. Wire made sure you had the best view the whole time, and you were transfixed by the skilled way he pulled and knotted ropes to make a beautiful, symmetrical harness. It was clear to you that Wire was an experienced hard dom, and by the other things laid out which included the muscle soothing balm and scissors for emergencies, you knew he knew what he was doing and that everyone was safe in this situation.

It was strangely calming yet erotic to watch him bind Heat. You'd been a rope bunny before but you'd never seen another man tied up, it was fascinating to watch the way Heat's dick would occasionally twitch, the way his eyes would close and his brows would furrow when Wire ran a soothing hand over his skin as he worked. He finished the harness, then he took a strip of leather and bundled Heat's hair up in a messy ponytail, securing it with the leather to keep it out of the way. You bit your lip, fuck Heat looked good like that. Naked, muscular, tattooed, his blue dreads in a ponytail, his torso bound in tight black ropes, his pierced cock hard and red with need.

As soon as he was done, Wire kicked the back of Heat's knees and used the back of the harness to guide him down so he wouldn't fall too hard. He walked to Heat's front, wrapping a hand around his neck, the thumb coming up to trace his lips. Heat chased it with his mouth, moaning as Wire slipped it in. He swapped to his middle and index, letting Heat suck on his fingers before he pulled his hair with his free hand and started to essentially finger fuck Heat's mouth. The tattooed man gagged on the long fingers, spit pouring from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his neck. Wire pried his mouth open and spat a fat glob into it, and Heat made a low whine, his dick visibly twitching as his jaw was forced shut again and he swallowed.

“Such a good dog,” Wire mused, “our dear [y/n] almost managed to swallow all of me, why don't you show her how it's done pup?”

“Wire?” You asked shyly.

“Yes sweetheart?” He turned his attention to you as he unfastened his pants and stroked his cock a few times.

“Don't waste any cum,” you smirked, “I want it all”

“In you or on you?” He asked, idly smacking Heat's face with his fat cock. Heat gave it kitten licks whenever it was close enough.

“On me, I wanna be drenched,” you replied with a lustful smile.

“Your wish is my command princess,” Wire grinned back, “be ready to hop out of the tub and come kneel when I tell you”

“Yes sir,” you smiled, leaning back against Kid, giving your hips a quick swivel to keep him semi-hard inside you.

“Open up pup,” Wire ordered. The second Heat's mouth opened, Wire's hands were in his hair, shoving his cock deep down Heat's throat. Heat gagged and his eyes watered, but he looked up at Wire with earnest as he was skull fucked. You were thoroughly impressed by how well he could take Wire's cock, a little jealous even. You found yourself idly rolling your hips on Kid's now fully erect cock, watching intently as Wire's dick disappeared in Heat's mouth, the bulge that moved in his throat, the drool and tears that ran down his cheeks and neck. Killer had one hand on your thigh, groping and rubbing it, his other hand languidly jerking himself off. You replaced his hand with your own, and he groaned and rested his head against the back of the tub as you resumed the languid pace he'd been using.

Every now and then Heat would be allowed air, though it usually came with a slap to the side of his face and a thumb prying his jaw back open. Wire's head was thrown back as he fucked Heat's mouth, groaning as he got close to cumming. “Princess, knees, now,” he ordered.

Kid and Killer helped lift you over the side of the tub and you quickly knelt, water dripping from your body and forming a puddle under you, your hand running between your legs and rubbing your clit. Wire pulled out of Heat, throwing him back a little, before grabbing your hair and jerking himself off over you. You ran your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, tasting Heat's saliva, and a few moments later hot threads of cum were spilling out over your tongue and face, making you shudder with pleasure as the viscous fluid dripped. You gave it a small lick, but you didn't want to clean too much, just a taste.

“Thank you sir,” you smiled up at him. He gave you a playful slap to the side of your face before pulling Heat up to his knees.

“I think Heat deserves a reward, don't you?” Wire asked. You nodded and held out your tongue invitingly. You expected Wire to bring Heat close enough for you to blow him, but instead he pulled him in front of you, stood behind him, and started jerking him off. The pace Wire set was brutal, at the same time biting and sucking on Heat's neck, pulling and twisting his nipples and giving them hard slaps till the bound pecs were red and swollen. Heat was bucking into Wire's hand, letting out low whines and resting his head back against Wire's shoulder.

Kid and Killer had gotten out of the tub, sitting at the edge of the decking and continuing to languidly jerk themselves off, biding their time till they could have their turn playing with you. You were such a pretty picture, on your knees, fingering yourself, Wire's cum coating your face and spa water dripping down your body, your tongue lolled out, inviting Heat to frost you. They couldn't wait to see you dripping with their loads too.

Unable to restrain yourself, you crawled forward and took the end of Heat's cock in your mouth, sucking on it and running your tongue over the end, tasting his salty precum. He let out a long moan and Wire pulled him away just in time for Heat's cum to spurt violently over your face and chest, and you shuddered as the lewd notion of being covered in more than one man's cum put you over the edge and you clenched around your own fingers. You rubbed your face against Heat's cock, wiping the last drops of his cum onto your cheek so none would be wasted, giving him one last kitten lick as a thank you.

Wire ran his hand soothingly over Heat's stomach, holding him softer now. “Good pup, you did so good,” he looked to Kid and Killer as he started untying Heat's ropes, “your turn, I'm gonna take care of Heat, I better hear her screaming by the time I'm done”

Killer wasted no time in hooking his hands under your armpits and pulling you to your feet. “You want her mouth or cunt?” He asked Kid, wrapping his arms around your waist and walking you forward, his erection hard against your back.

“Mouth,” Kid replied, “I wanna see her cry while I fuck her throat”

Kid slid off the decking but leaned against it as Killer pushed your head down, forcing it towards the redheads cock as his other hand lined his cock up with your needy hole. Kid's hand wound tight in your hair and pulled you to his proud erection, and you gave it a few licks before taking it in your mouth, tasting the spa water and your own pussy on it. You put your hands either side of him against the decking for support as Killer sheathed himself in one fluid motion, forcing you deeper onto Kid's cock. You gagged and looked up at Kid, your eyes already watering as your lips stretched to their limit around the impressive girth.

Killer was ruthless as he fucked you, Kid holding your hair tight and matching his pace. Killer grabbed your arms and pinned them to your back, holding them with his large hands to keep you upright, additionally supported by Kid's hand in your hair as they fucked you hard from each side. After edging themselves while they watched Heat and Wire's show, they didn't need long to hit their peaks, and they both came with a groan. First Kid who pulled your mouth of him with a pop and dripped heavy globs of thick cum over your face, followed by Killer who coated your back with a violent spray of cum, with what seemed like an impossible amount of spurts.

Killer pulled you back to your feet and gave you a hard kiss, entirely unbothered by the cum all over your face, before urging you back to your knees. This time Wire had folded a towel, and placed it under your knees to protect them from the cement floor. Ready to go again, Heat and Wire practically presented you with their cocks, and you took one in each hand, alternating between which one you eagerly sucked on. Killer knelt behind you and bullied three fingers in your cunt, his other hand coming around your front and playing with your clit. At some point Kid regained his energy and stood over you as well, so now you had three cocks to alternate between, using your hands for two and your mouth for the other.

Killer was working hard on making you cum, but when he slipped a thumb in your ass you couldn't hold back any longer, and the splashes of your heavy squirting were audible to the whole room, the towel barely catching any of it and a good amount dripping down your thighs and making you shudder from the ticklish sensation. Killer cooed praises in your ear before pushing you further onto Wire's dick and standing to join the circle. Now you had issues, but the boys were patient as you alternated between them, rotating around you so you wouldn't have to twist too far to get a cock in your mouth.

Heat was the first to cum, quickly pulling your hand from his cock and kneeling behind you, cumming over your ass with a deep whine. Kid was next, pulling you off Killer's cock so he could force his in your mouth, making a few last thrusts before pulling out and painting your tits white. Kid's cum was so fucking thick, and there was so much of it, not a surprise considering the impressive size of his balls. He slapped your face with his softening cock before leaving you to Wire and Killer.

Wire was next, you'd been taking as much of his cock as you could, and he was impressed with how well you were doing, you'd clearly had a new determination set in you after watching Heat take him. He added to the mass of cum coating your face, running the tip against your throat to wipe off the last drops. He gave your cum covered tits a smack before forcing your face towards Killer.

Killer was long but far less girthy than the others, which made him easier to deep throat, and he cooed praises the whole time while he thrust into you before pulling out, taking a step back, and letting out another wide spray of cum. It splashed over your entire face and torso, you counted fourteen impressive spurts in total, and he left you absolutely drenched in cum. His thumb threaded in your mouth as he panted, and you sucked and licked it, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze and cum dripping from your chin.

Deciding he wasn't quite done yet, Heat knelt behind you, pushed your front down, and penetrated you with a hard thrust. He fucked you with a merciless pace you didn't think he was capable of that had you screaming and clawing at the cement floor. It didn't take long before your body was shaking and your eyes were rolling back, letting out a long, deep groan that reverberated through your chest as you saw stars. Heat made his finally erratic thrusts and came on your ass again, cum transfering to his front as he leaned forward against you to pant.

Wire knelt in front of you and gently took your chin in his hand, and you have him a fucked out smile. “All done, sweetheart?” He asked. All you could do was blearily nod back at him.

The four men took turns cleaning and massaging every inch of your body, wiping away all the cum, making sure your muscles weren't wound tight and that you were unhurt, and lifting you into the tub to sit in Killer's lap. You almost fell asleep while Killer rubbed your shoulders and Heat rubbed your feet, Kid and Wire sitting in the tub with their heads lolled back and their eyes closed.

“Fuck I'm gonna miss this,” you sighed.

“You could always just tell us where you're from, we could come visit,” Killer suggested.

“Not happening babe,” you replied with a yawn, “but if you ever see me on the street we'll call it fate and I'm all yours”

“Well, here's to fate then,” he replied hopefully.

Three months had passed since your camping trip. You'd ended up giving Heat your number, you were definitely the sweetest on him, and every now and then you'd exchange nudes. You kept it casual though and never exchanged locations.

Winter was well and truly settling in as you made your way to your local coffee shop, shivering as you entered, the little bell above the door ringing as it opened and shut. You were waiting in line to order, it was semi busy since it was a weekend, when you heard a familiar voice that sent a shiver through you, their face close enough to feel their breath on the back of your neck.

“Hey princess,” the sultry baritone purred. Your knees almost gave out as you turned and saw Killer, the other three boys right behind him. They gave you hungry grins, and you had the distinct feeling you wouldn't be walking straight tomorrow.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on this little mini series, I had a lot of fun writing it ❤ Hope yall like the ending hehe

#one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #killer one piece #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #heat one piece #heat x reader #kid pirates #eustass kid #kid one piece #kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid pirates x reader #wire one piece #wire x reader

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goquokka00 · 9 months ago

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The Roomie Effect (Finale)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: You're roommates with your friend Jisung and his boyfriend, Minho. The downsides? You're attracted to both of them, and they're a fairly...active couple. Little do you know; they're also attracted to you. And they want you to be in their relationship with them.

Pairings: Jisung X Reader (F!) X Minho

Genre: Fluff, humor, non-idol au but Stray Kids still knows each other, smut (MDNI)

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, "vaping" (reader uses diffuser sticks like pure and cloudy, so no nicotine), vomiting, handjob (Minho's jerking Jisung off), Minsung action is caught by reader on accident, cumshot, threesome, Soft and Hard Dom! Minho, Whiny Babbling Needy Sub! Jisung, Whiny Needy Sub! Reader, oral (Male and Female receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, anal sex (Male X Male), A bit of degrading, dirty talk, Cream pie, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 10.8K

Mornings were always so peaceful to Minho.

Whenever he woke up, he'd always feel warm. Mainly because Jisung would always be curled right up into his chest. The sight of his lover was the one thing that always seemed to melt Minho's heart.

His mouth was slightly open, his cheek squished against the pillow. Soft snores left his mouth, while a peaceful look was on his face. If Jisung had been fucked good enough, sometimes there'd even be drool going down to the pillow.

All in all, it was a sight Minho absolutely bathed in. It was one that always got him to smile, seeing his love like that. Though, when Minho would start moving for the day, it would always stir Jisung, too.

"Mmn...'s too early." Jisung grumbled, Minho just kissing his forehead.

"Good morning to you too, baby." Minho replied. He was just met with Jisung going further into him. "Sleep okay?"

"Yeah..." Jisung nodded, pressing some kisses to Minho's bare chest. "I always do when you fuck me well. You know that."

"I do, I do." Minho smiled at Jisung's small actions. His hand went up to Jisung's hair, a low hum leaving his lips. "You're awfully clingy this morning."

"Can't help it." Jisung mumbled, looking up at Minho. "I had that dream again."

"That dream?" Minho asked, Jisung nodding.

"You know that dream. About her." Jisung said to him.

Of course, that dream. It was one that Jisung had every so often about you. A wet dream about you, that is. Your naked body, your curves out for both him and Minho to see. Jisung would be in between your legs, eating you out and drinking your juices which he firmly believed would taste so, so sweet. As he did that, Minho's cock would be in your mouth, and your moans would be muffled by it.

And then, Jisung would enter you, waiting patiently for Minho to enter him. It was so hot to Jisung, the idea of getting to be inside of you while being filled by Minho. Just thinking about it made Jisung hard on the spot. And once Jisung had cum, Minho would pull out of Jisung and fuck you senseless, just like he did to Jisung every time they've had sex.

Minho had heard this dream come from Jisung a lot, and it would make sense that Jisung would have it the night you had kissed both of them.

"Do you want help?" Minho offered, tilting Jisung's head up.

"Please."

And with that, their lips collided, a mish mash of tongue and urgency. Minho was quick to put Jisung onto his back, hovering over him in an instant. Jisung immediately whined when he felt Minho's dick press against his own, squirming to get friction.

And then, there was a loud bang.

Jisung and Minho both froze upon hearing clattering and stomping, only for a door to swing open, and gagging to follow. The two immediately looked at each other, feeling their hearts drop. They'd have to get back to this later.

"I'll go and get water." Minho said, Jisung nodding as they both got up out of bed, moving to get somewhat dressed. Minho settled on boxers and a T-Shirt, while Jisung just threw on a pair of sweatpants.

From there, they both went their separate ways, Minho going to the kitchen to get some water for you. Jisung went right into the bathroom, seeing you with your head in the toilet as you continued to vomit up the alcohol you had consumed last night.

"Oh, Y/n..." Jisung trailed. He immediately went to you, pulling your hair back and sitting behind you, rubbing your back as you continued to blow chunks. "You're doing good, just let it all come out of your system, okay?"

You wanted to respond, but you couldn't stop vomiting. Your hands gripped the toilet as you kept your head in the bowl, gagging and coughing out the last of it, spitting out any access, only for more to follow. Jisung, while grossed out by it, still stayed by your side, looking away from it but still rubbed your back.

And before long, you finished. You carefully sat back up, still leaning over the toilet bowl slightly, just in case. Small breaths left you as your face scrunched in pain.

"Fuck..." You trailed, holding your head in your hand.

"Better?" Jisung asked, watching your head nod slightly.

"Kind of..."

"Pain killers?"

"Please." Done and done. Jisung carefully got up, grabbing the pill bottle and getting the amount you'd need. Just as he did so, Minho carefully walked in, seeing the both of you still in the bathroom.

"Damn, you look like shit." Minho told you, handing you the water. You just gave him a sarcastic smile as you took it from him, taking the pills from Jisung.

"Gee, thanks. I feel like it too, so you're aware." You said, taking the pills before drinking the meds, reaching up and flushing your bile down the toilet.

"I don't blame you; I mean, you were pretty drunk last night." Jisung said to you. You took another sip of water, carefully standing up as the two boys left the room. You trudged behind them, the three of you going into the kitchen.

"Was I bad?" You asked. Your memories from the previous night were pretty fuzzy. You could remember things here and there, but not too much.

Upon hearing your question, Minho and Jisung looked at each other, blushing a bit. And immediately, your heart dropped.

"Oh god, what did I do?"

"Nothing! You did absolutely nothing, you were perfect!"

"Han Jisung, you and I both know that when I'm drunk, I don't have any filters or boundaries point blank period!"

"Well YEAH, but the real question is why you went drinking without telling either of us! Or inviting me!"

"What the hell does that even matter?"

"Don't you think you should've said something?!"

"Hey!" Minho yelled. Jisung just backed off, running a hand through his hair as you plopped down into a stool near the counter, putting your head back into your hands. "Her head must be pounding, so keep the volume down for a while."

"Fine." Jisung grumbled, sitting next to you.

"However." Minho said, looking to you. "It would be nice to know why you went drinking out of absolute nowhere last night. Without telling either of us."

"Or inviting me."

"Shut up."

Jisung just pouted, putting his head in his arms on the counter. And then, Minho looked to you, only for you to avert your gaze.

"Y/n."

"I just thought that I needed to get out, I guess."

"Okay, and?"

"There isn't an "and". I just wanted to go out."

"If you just wanted to go out, you would've invited Jisung."

"Yeah!" Jisung exclaimed, only to get glares from the both of you. He went back to pouting. And then, Minho gave you a concerned look.

"Hyunjin said you were avoiding some feelings? You know, if you need to talk, you have us, right?"

"I know, but..." You sighed, crossing your arms and looking down. Jisung perked his head back up at your behavior, and Minho tilted his head. "I just...needed to figure it out for myself first, I guess."

"Does it pertain to us?" Jisung asked, looking to you.

"Kind of?" You said, shrugging. "I guess I just...I'm tired of being single. I want to get out there, and I want a guy who treats me like Minho treats you."

"Oh, so you're jealous of what we have?" Jisung asked, watching you nod.

"I guess so, yeah." You concluded. "But enough about that. Can you please tell me what happened last night?"

Minho and Jisung looked to each other, getting nervous once more. They felt that with your hangover, the last thing you needed was finding out you had kissed them. What if you got grossed out? What if you didn't like that?

"Well for starters, you tried to strip in front of me." Jisung told you, which made you blush.

"No shot, did I really?" You asked, Jisung laughing as he nodded.

"You did, really." Jisung told you, watching you whine from embarrassment and hide your face.

"You also wanted cuddles from me." Minho said, only for you to make an embarrassed noise. How could you not?

"Oh my god..." You trailed.

"Hey, I'm not complaining." Minho said, shrugging at your embarrassment. "I'm a cuddly drunk too."

"He is, it's really adorable, actually." Jisung laughed, only to get punched in the shoulder. "Ow! Hey, I was just telling the truth!"

"I'm so sorry, I...I'm horrible." You laughed a bit, the two boys laughing with you.

"Really, don't worry about it. Trust me, it could've been a lot worse." Minho told you.

"That's fair." You giggled.

"Well, now that that's out of the way...can you please make breakfast now?" Jisung asked, looking to Minho.

"What? Why me?"

"Because you make the best hangover food! And Y/n is hungover?"

"So needy..."

You let out a huff as you set your mug down, leaning back against your chair. Why didn't you do this paper before getting drunk? Being hungover (while most of the symptoms were gone) made it ten times harder to think about what to write. You really hated yourself for that one.

The tea that Minho forced you to drink definitely helped, even though you despised tea and you would much rather have coffee. But coffee already made your stomach hurt, and drinking it while hungover would result with your head back in the toilet.

Speaking of, you had just finished that tea, and knew you should probably start consuming water to really flush out any access alcohol left in your system. Besides, you needed a break from the paper that you were currently working on. And so, you stood up, making your way to the kitchen.

Music blasted through your airpods as you gently swayed to the beat, grabbing a cup and holding it to the faucet. Once it was semi-full, you went to the freezer, getting out some ice and putting it into your glass. After all, the only way you really enjoyed water is if it was ice water.

As you turned to fill up the rest of your glass, you noticed something very familiar on the counter. A very similar looking notebook. You hummed, setting the glass onto the counter before pulling the notebook out from underneath several newspapers and magazines that would always come through the mail. And at the sight of the familiar black cover, your eyes widened.

Jisung's damn lyric book.

It was still out here. Seriously? You couldn't help but sigh, figuring that it hadn't moved since the last time you encountered it. Except this time, you weren't going to look into it. Nope. You learned your lesson the last time.

Instead, you decided that you'd just go and set it into his room. You hadn't seen Jisung or Minho since you had decided to just go and chill in your room, wanting to watch some Netflix or YouTube while working on homework. But you figured that just popping into Jisung's room to return the lyric book would be better than having the book out in the open.

And so, with both airpods still in, you gently hummed to the music, walking to Jisung's room with the book in your hand. Once you got to the closed door (all of you always kept your bedroom doors closed for privacy reasons), you gently knocked, before opening the door.

"Hey, I found this on the--OH MY GOD!" You immediately covered your eyes at the sight of Jisung naked on his couch, Minho behind him as his hand pumped his boyfriend's cock. Just as you yelled that, Jisung cried out, cumming right on the spot.

"Fuck, Y-Y/n, I--"

"I'm so sorry, here, I'll just--I'm just gonna set this here." You said, placing the book on his keyboard. "U-Um...please, carry on, and um...use protection?"

And then, you left, closing the door behind you as you quickly went to your room. Holy Guacamole. That was extremely embarrassing. The second you sat down on your chair, you immediately put your hands over your face and screamed, knowing that your face was probably rivaling a ripe tomato right about now.

How the hell were you supposed to face them now?

You couldn't. There was no way. That image of Jisung leaning back against Minho's chest while getting a handjob from his boyfriend was officially stuck in your head. It was hot, way too hot. But because it happened so damn quickly, you didn't even get a good look at his--

You slapped your cheeks at the thought of that. He was taken. You knew better than to fantasize about your friend's dick. Hell, you knew better than to fantasize about either of them. Or both of them. It was wrong. It was so wrong.

You let out a breath, going and grabbing one of your diffusers. It didn't matter which one it was, you just needed to calm down about this whole situation. As soon as you popped it into your mouth, you took a deep breath, inhaling a lot more of the vapers than you usually would. And then, you slowly breathed out, watching the access flow from your mouth.

It was always so soothing.

After your third puff, you decided that you had to finish your homework. That was your first priority. And so, you turned on Netflix once more, letting out a shaky sigh before getting back to work on your paper. You typed and typed, zoning out somewhere in the work. You finished surprisingly fast, going over your work a few times to check for any spelling or grammar mistakes. And then, you turned in your work.

From there, you glanced back to your TV, which was still playing the show you had decided to watch. Not much of a surprise, you supposed. But, you still had so many thoughts. So many things you had to get out of your head. Your mind was spinning. It was just so hard to think.

So what better way to get it all out than to write about it?

You had a notebook for that, anyway. It was where you kept all of your darkest thoughts, and only came out in times where you couldn't go to anyone. Well, you could. You always could. But sometimes, you really didn't want to.

It was a pink Campus notebook. One that you had labeled "i'm doing okay.", even though most of the stuff inside the notebook definitely didn't seem like you were doing okay.

You flipped to the next empty page, took out a pen, a random color, you didn't really care. And with that, you started writing.

"I really haven't done this in a while, but I need to get this out. These feelings, these thoughts...they're too much. I can barely handle them, I guess. Hell, I got drunk over it last night, so doing this is probably for the better. So, I suppose I'll just start by being blunt.

I like Jisung and Minho.

I know, I know, it's wrong. It's wrong and stupid and selfish. For one, I like my friend. The friend that I've gotten so close to, the friend that I live with. I like him. Well, I guess it's love now? I don't know.

But what's worse? Liking his boyfriend. His boyfriend, Minho, the sweetest lover I think I've ever witnessed in my life. He's someone I've always dreamed about dating. And he's perfect for Jisung. And here I am, wishing that I was dating both of them. God, I want to so badly, but that's selfish. It's inconsiderate, I think. To want both, when they already have each other. It's not fair to them.

I'd be getting in the way of a good relationship. A perfect relationship, actually. I feel like if I were to bring up that I liked them, they'd be uncomfortable. I feel like, in the complete off chance that they feel the same way, I'd still be in the way. I'd ruin something beautiful. I don't want to do that to either of them.

But it seems that I keep making this worse for myself. I looked into Jisung's lyric book, seeing these lyrics that could pertain to me. If they do, then that'd be wild. But I shouldn't have peeked, I shouldn't have looked in there to begin with. Those are personal thoughts and feelings, not to be seen by others. And yet, I still looked. And I wasn't ready to see all of those lyrics that could potentially be about me.

I also walked in on Minho jerking Jisung off. I really didn't mean to, I just wanted to give the lyric book back that had been sitting underneath newspapers and magazines. I saw them both in an intimate light, seeing their bare chests, and kind of Jisung's dick? He came just as I walked in, and whatever I did see I don't even remember. I freaked out and left as soon as I could.

And now...I realize just how awful I am. Some nights, I can hear their moans, but I don't put in my airpods to ignore it. I listen to them. I listen to them, fantasizing about what they're doing, and sometimes, I wonder what it'd be like if I got to see it, or even be a part of it.

God, I sound like a pervert.

I want to be with them, but it's wrong. I shouldn't. But...I can't help who I fall in love with. And yet, at the same time, it just had to be with the two I live with. I guess it's just the roommate effect. Or maybe the Roomie Syndrome? I don't know, whatever it is, I have it and it sucks.

Dated, xx/xx/xxxx"

You set your pen down, shutting your book as you looked outside. It was dark outside. You must've been writing for a while. Probably for the better, seeing as your head felt a lot clearer. But still, you couldn't help but think about what you saw. And so, you did the reasonable thing.

You grabbed a diffuser, as well as your airpod case and phone, before going to your window and doing out to your balcony.

You didn't go out on your balcony often, since you were always busy with homework, or would go out and drink, or whatever else you did. But sometimes, when you really needed to just stop and think, or get some fresh air, you'd go out and just lean on the edge of your balcony, watching the stars or the moon or whatever else you could watch.

And that's exactly what you did for a while. You just watched the stars sparkle through the night sky as you listened to some music with one airpod in. You were able to see some constellations, like the big dipper and the little dipper, and Orion's belt. And with a few puffs from your diffuser, you finally managed to calm down. Until a voice startled the peace.

"Hey..." Jisung. You turned, seeing the man standing in the entry way of your balcony. Immediately, you tensed up.

"Hey." You replied, giving a small smile.

"Can I...um..." Jisung trailed, scratching the back of his head. After letting out a breath, he spoke again. "Is it okay if I join you?"

"Yeah, sure." You responded, nodding. And then, you turned back around, looking up at the stars. Jisung was quick to go next to you, giving you a bit of space.

Immediately, the air between you was tense. So tense, you could cut it with a knife.

The silence was too loud for your liking, too. You just continued to listen to your music, too scared to look over at Jisung. Though, Jisung didn't blame you. After all, you had seen him naked. Obviously, you were going to be a little awkward after that. And so was he.

A whole song passed before Jisung finally spoke again.

"So, um...what are you listening to?"

"Um...Sun Goes Down by Lil' Nas X."

"Really?" Jisung asked, watching you nod shyly. The last time he had seen you this shy was when he first met you. You always were pretty shy. But he liked that about you. "Can I listen with you?"

"Sure." You replied. You got out your airpod case, handing him the other, watching as he slipped it in. It wasn't too loud, so he could still hear you. "It's just a chill playlist. Nothing too energetic."

"That's fine with me." Jisung responded. And just like that, it went quiet again. But the silence was shorter, Jisung speaking up again. "Um...thanks for getting my lyric book back to me."

"It wasn't that big of a deal. I just found it on the counter and figured it'd be better to get it back to you rather than having it sit out."

"Yeah." And then, silence again. God, your insides stung. It was so awkward; it was almost suffocating. So suffocating, you really couldn't handle much more of it. And so, after taking a deep breath, you decided to finally come clean.

"I...really need to tell you something." You started, looking to Jisung. Jisung looked back to you, his eyes nervous. Was this it? Were you going to confess to him? Maybe all of this waiting was worth it.

"Oh, um...okay." Jisung said, nodding to you. He had a light blush on his cheeks, and his heart raced. Yours did, too.

"I...um..." You trailed, taking another deep breath. Why was being honest so hard? "I...I looked through your lyric book."

"You did?" Jisung asked, his eyes widening. Well, this was definitely a confession. Just...not one he was really expecting.

"Y-Yeah. I did." You confirmed. "Look, I know...I know it's a big invasion of privacy. And I'm sorry, really, I am. It was wrong of me, and I know that. I just didn't want to tell you because...because..."

"Because...?"

"Because I didn't want you to think less of me." You finally admitted.

"Well, uh...what all did you see?" Jisung asked, noticing how you didn't look at him.

"I mostly just skimmed through everything." You told him. "I have to admit, I really liked what you were writing. It was good."

"Oh, uh, thanks." Jisung blushed more, nodding in acceptance to your words. You read his lyrics. And that meant you would've had to come across...

Oh god.

"So um, did you also come across the last two?" Jisung asked.

"143 and Want so BAD?"

"Yeah, those."

"Mhm."

Well, shit.

Jisung just groaned, hiding his face in his hands. Those were the two songs you REALLY weren't supposed to see. Well, not yet, at least. He wanted to confess his feelings first, and have Minho confess, rather than you finding out from his stupid book.

"I wasn't supposed to see those, was I?" You asked, Jisung letting out a sigh.

"No, you really weren't." Jisung said, only for you to look away from him. You felt awful, more than you already did. "I kind of wanted to tell you before you saw those lyrics."

"Tell me what?"

"That Minho and I..." Jisung took in a big breath, letting it out a bit. "We both really want to be in a poly relationship."

"I kinda figured from the lyrics--"

"No, I mean, yeah, it's in the lyrics, but..." Jisung let out another sigh, running his hands through his hair. "We want to go poly specifically with you."

Oh.

So that really confirmed things for you. And if that didn't, then what Jisung said definitely did.

"We've been thinking about it for a while. I just...I've always kind of liked you, and since we started living together, Minho took a liking to you too, and then you kissed both of us and it just got worse, and--"

"Wait, I kissed you?" You asked, interrupting Jisung's rant. Instantly, he froze. He...wasn't supposed to tell you that. "I kissed both of you?!"

"Um, no?"

"Han Jisung."

"Okay, yeah, you did! When you were drunk, you openly admitted that I was pretty, and then you kissed me, and I wanted to kiss you back but you were drunk and I knew it was wrong, and then you asked Minho to kiss you and he said that he would if you drank water so you did and then he kissed you and then you let out a really cute whine and it turned both of us on a lot because we always imagined what you'd sound like when you whined, you know? N-Not that we'd ever listen in on you or anything, since we're already really bad, but--"

"Jisung, slow down." You interrupted once more. You placed both of your hands on his shoulders, causing him to look at you with wide eyes. "Why didn't you tell me that this morning?"

"Because we weren't quite sure how you'd react to us telling you that." Jisung admitted. "We weren't sure if you'd get grossed out, or if you'd think less of us because we didn't try to stop you right away."

It was the same as how you felt when you had first looked at Jisung's lyric book. So then...the feelings were mutual about that. If you had to be honest, there were a lot of mutual feelings going on right now.

"Oh." That's all you could really say to that in response to that.

Just like that, the two of you turned back to the stars, trying to look anywhere else than each other. A long silence passed by again. It wasn't as tense, but it was still awkward. At least until you spoke up.

"Is Minho here?" You asked, Jisung nodding. Though, you couldn't see it.

"Yeah, he's working on homework." He responded. Though, it didn't take a genius to figure out why you were asking. "Go get him?"

"Go get him."

Sure enough, after Jisung filled Minho in on what had happened, the three of you were now on your balcony, awkwardly standing with each other as music played from your phone. You figured that having some form of music playing would be better than awkward silence, because let's be real; if there was awkward silence, you three would suffocate in it immediately.

It took a while, nobody on that balcony really knowing where to start. None of you knew who had the rights to start. Minho had just joined in on the party, while you and Jisung had just confessed some pretty important details. So finding a starting point definitely wasn't easy. Until you spoke up.

"Um...I'm sorry for walking in on you guys earlier." You said, looking away from them both. They still stayed quiet, so you cleared your throat, continuing. "It was...um...It was pretty hot."

Both boys looked at each other, before laughing a bit.

"Was it?" Jisung asked, watching you shyly nod. Minho just gave you a soft smile, even though you couldn't see it.

"You know, we were gonna invite you to join us." Minho admitted, making your eyes go wide. You whipped your head to look at them, shocked by his words.

"Are you serious?" You asked, almost as a whisper yell. And that got both boys to laugh a bit.

"Nope." Minho said.

"In all honesty, after you walked in on me shooting my load, I got too shy to even continue." Jisung admitted. "I mean, the girl of my dreams walked in on me getting jerked off by my boyfriend because I was thinking about you."

"Oh." That got you to blush. You looked away, getting shy again. That was with the awkward silence slowly fading in, only for Minho to counter it.

"We're serious, you know." He said, getting your attention again. "We want you to be in a poly relationship with us."

"But why?" You asked, looking over to them. "What you guys have is perfect. Wouldn't adding a third...I don't know...ruin it?"

"You think you'd ruin our relationship?" Minho asked, raising a brow. You nodded, only for Minho to smile and laugh a bit. "I think you'd make it even better."

"But why?"

"Why not?" Minho asked, turning to face you. "Y/n, I haven't known you for as long as Jisung has, but after living with you for how long, I've found that when you're not here, it feels like something's missing. You're the sweetest person I know, always compensating to do whatever it takes to make us happy, even if it might bother you. You've done things that make my heart wrench from how cute or adorable you're being. Seeing you be happy made me realize how much I want to be the one that makes you happy."

"I 100% agree." Jisung added, giving you a smile. "If I'm being honest, which I totally am, there are times I completely forget that you aren't in a relationship with us. Whenever we have meals, or when we're working on homework in the same room or playing video games or talking in the living room, it feels like we're all in one big happy relationship. The times I do realize it is when you aren't cuddling with either of us, or giving us kisses, or having sex with us, and I really want to do all of that with you. Badly."

Hearing their words made your heart flutter. If you had to be honest, you weren't even sure what to do or say. You wanted to jump for joy, you wanted to kiss both of them, you wanted to squeal, you wanted to do what seemed like a million things at the moment. But your brain was still processing all of it.

"So, uh...what are you thinking?" Jisung asked cautiously.

Instead of answering, you just walked away from the balcony, going to your desk to grab something. The two boys looked to each other, watching you closely as you grabbed your notebook, walking back to where they stood. And then, you flipped to the pages you had written earlier, handing the book to them.

"I think...you need to read this." You told them, watching as they put the book in between them, reading it carefully. As they read, you left them alone, going back into the apartment.

You didn't want to see their reaction. You didn't know how they'd react. Judging by what they told you, if it was even true, they'd be thrilled. But...something deep inside of you still doubted everything they had said. For whatever reason, you firmly believed that what they told you wasn't serious. They just wanted you to feel better about everything that you had done.

Everything you were ashamed of doing.

You eventually went into the living room, pacing. Why were you so nervous? You shouldn't be. If they were telling the truth, they would find you and hug you or something, right? So then what was taking them so long? Why haven't they, yet? Were they still reading? Were they processing? Were they shocked? Horrified? Disgusted?

You didn't know. And you hated that you didn't know. You hated it more than anyone would ever know. And yet, when you turned to continue pacing, you saw Jisung looking at you with widened eyes, his mouth slightly open with a blush covering his cheeks.

So fucking adorable.

"Well?" You asked, stopping your pacing as he walked up to you. You weren't surprised that he was done reading first, as Jisung was always a fast reader. Your heart raced as he stopped just in front of you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Last night, when you were drunk, you asked me if I didn't want to kiss you after I didn't kiss you back. But fuck, Y/n--I really wanted to." Jisung said, making you confused. Flustered, but confused.

"What does that have to do with--"

Instead of finishing your sentence, you were cut off by Jisung's lips pressing against yours. A surprised squeak left you, a sound you didn't even know you were capable of making. But here you were, having squeaked as Jisung gently kissed you, not sure if you'd kiss him back.

What...the fuck. What the fuck, Jisung was kissing you! The same guy that was your friend, that had a boyfriend, who you were living with, who wanted to be in a poly relationship with you! The guy you liked! What?

That's some crazy shit.

What was even more crazy was that your eyes fluttered closed as you started kissing him back. You couldn't help it. Jisung's lips were soft, slightly pouty. And the way he kissed was urgent. Urgent, a little sloppy, but if you had to be honest, you didn't really mind. To you, it was who Jisung was. And your lips fit with his perfectly.

His hands left your shoulders, going down to your waist to gently yet firmly hold it, your arms going up and around his neck. God, he was addicting. He was so addicting, it was like a drug. Little did you know, you were the exact same to him. But all good things must come to an end, as he finally pulled away, looking down at you with glossy eyes and puffy lips.

You were pretty sure you didn't look much better.

"I...we really want you to be in our relationship. Please, Y/n. You'd make Minho and I so happy." Jisung begged, his eyes searching yours for something, anything. He just wanted you to be theirs. But before you could respond, Minho raced into the room, looking at Jisung.

"Where is she?" He asked, Jisung stepping back slightly to reveal you to his boyfriend. And the second Minho's eyes landed on you, he immediately took you into his arms, kissing you just as urgently as Jisung.

Double what?

His hands went straight to your hips, his lips much more precise. He knew what he wanted, and he'd make sure he'd get it. And you noticed that his lips fit with yours just as well as Jisung's did. It didn't take long for him to move his tongue into your mouth, which made you whine a bit, your arms quickly going around his neck.

Minho was just as intoxicating as Jisung, if not a little more. You honestly couldn't tell, and you really didn't care.

And then, Minho pulled away, breathing heavily as he looked you over. His tongue went out to wet his top lip, his eyes searching yours just as Jisung's did a few seconds ago. A few minutes ago? Who knew?

Who cared?

"You wanting to be with us isn't selfish. It isn't inconsiderate. And it sure as hell isn't wrong. You hear me?" He said. His voice was low, yet so smooth. It sent shivers down your spine. "You deserve everything in the world. Just like Jisung does. And how he thinks I do. So if you want to be in this relationship with us, consider it done."

"Do you want to?" Jisung asked, looking at you with those doe eyes of his. Those beautiful eyes that almost always threw you into a trance. "We aren't gonna force you into it. At the end of the day, it's your decision."

What kind of question was that? Of course you wanted to. You wanted to be in a relationship with them more than you've ever wanted anything else in life. So were you really going to turn them down right now after they both just kissed you and told you all of that?

Fuck no.

"I...I want to." You said, both Minho and Jisung's eyes widening. It wasn't with shock though, it was with happiness. "I really, really want to."

"Thank fucking god." Minho said, pulling you into a hug. You laughed a bit at his sigh of relief, hugging him back. It didn't take long for you to feel Jisung hug you from behind, which made you smile. You reached a hand up, bringing it to the back of Jisung's head to give him some attention as well.

"You have absolutely no clue how happy this makes us." Jisung told you, kissing your cheek.

"Well, it's making me pretty happy, too. Really happy." You told him, looking to Minho. He had his head buried in the crook of your neck, just clinging to you. "You okay, Minho?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just...really happy." Minho told you, lifting his head up to peck your lips. You really didn't blame him, since you were pretty happy too. The three of you were. And absolutely nothing could make this moment any better--

"So, can we all fuck now?" Jisung suddenly asked, causing you to go bright red and Minho to glare at him. "What?! We should, I mean, it's what we've all been waiting for, right?!"

"Sadly, he has a point." Minho grumbled, looking to you. "We'll only do it if it's okay with you, though. But if I'm being honest, I'd personally really like to fuck you."

"I mean, I'm down." You said, giving them both a smile. With that, you stepped out of their grasp, crossing your arms. "Where do we go?"

"Ooo, we can do my bedroom! I've got a full, so I can fit--"

"Barely you and me." Minho interrupted.

"Oh, right."

"My room's not much better, I've only got a full-sized bed too." Minho said. And that resulted in all eyes going to you.

"Mine's a Queen, so it's a bit better?" You said with a shrug. Upon seeing both of their eyes darken, you got your answer. Your bedroom it was. "Fine, follow me."

And so, you immediately led both boys into your room. You let them go in first, so you could shut the door. They both sat on the bed, watching as you got the door shut, as well as the blinds to your balcony door and window. And then, you took out a small remote, looking to them with curious eyes.

"Any particular color you guys like?" You asked, the boys looking at each other before Jisung spoke up.

"I mean, red is my favorite color." He said. You nodded, pressing a button on your remote. And just like that, the lights in your room went red. That just seemed to surprise them both.

"Since when did you add LEDs to your room?" Minho asked, watching you set the remote down.

"A few days ago." You responded, only for Minho to stop you.

"Well, as nice as they are for setting the mood, I wanna see you without the red lights." Minho told you. You nodded, changing them to a dimmer pink.

"Is this okay?" You asked, only for Jisung to nod.

"Fuck yeah." He said as he stood up, going over to you. In an instant, an arm was wrapped around your waist as Jisung pulled you into a kiss, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth. A hum left him as your tongues danced, and he gently guided you back to the bed.

Minho watched the two of you make out as Jisung sat on the bed, pulling you to his lap so you'd straddle him. Your hands went up into Jisung's hair and Jisung's hands gently massaging your hips, going up and down your torso. It was hot, seeing you both do this. Not to mention the small hums leaving the both of you.

It didn't take long for Minho to stand up and go behind you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. The feeling of him doing that made you whine. And that whine went straight to their cocks.

"Fuck, you sound so hot, baby." Jisung breathed out, pulling away from your lips. You just smiled lazily, going back and leaving kisses that trailed from his lips to his cheek, going down his jawline and straight to his neck.

While you did this, Minho left your neck and went to Jisung's lips, kissing him just as passionately as Jisung had kissed you. And when you add Minho's kiss with your kisses to his neck, it resulted with Jisung whining again, bucking his hips up into yours, causing both of you to moan out. Minho just smirked, pulling you off of Jisung and onto him, making Jisung whine.

"Minho--"

"Don't start with that, Ji." Minho told Jisung. He quickly maneuvered you to lay back against his chest, continuing to kiss your neck. It didn't take him long to find the hem of your shirt, gently grabbing it and lifting it a bit. "I can take this off, right?"

"Y-Yeah, sure." You said, only for your shirt to be lifted over your head. You could see Jisung's eyes widen, a whine leaving him immediately.

"Oh my god, Min, she's--oh fuck, she's so gorgeous." And like that, Jisung went towards you, feeling your collarbones and arms. He hadn't ever seen you like this, whatever he saw last night gone from his memory. But this?

Oh, Jisung could never get sick of this.

"C-Can I touch you? Please?" Jisung asked, looking up at you with those big doe eyes. How could you say no?

"Please..." You told him. Instantly, his hands went to your chest, gently fondling the mounds. Feeling them. Studying them. They felt so soft, so squishy. He wanted to lay his head on them for forever, he wanted to grope them forever, he wanted to kiss and nibble and suck on them forever.

"Here, let's get this off, shall we?" Minho asked, his hands moving to the clasp of your bra. With a slight nod from you, Minho quickly undid your bra, carefully sliding it off. And it didn't take long for Jisung to gently touch your perky nipples, rolling one in his fingers. That rewarded him with a soft moan from you.

"J-Jisung..." You whined, only for Jisung to let out a moan from your words.

"Please, I-I gotta put one in my mouth, I really need to--...please, please let me?" Jisung asked. You nodded, and within an instant, he latched on, gently sucking and flicking with his tongue. Your back arched up against Minho's chest, his hands holding you steady as Jisung continued to go at your breasts.

Though, Jisung couldn't have all the fun. Minho wanted to have fun with you, too. And so, he reached a hand around, pinching the nipple that wasn't getting any attention. And that got a pretty decent moan out of you.

That moan caused Jisung to buck his hips against the bed, a moan of his own leaving him. God, your noises were like a drug to Jisung. He was fully addicted, any noise you made got him to make one, too. He couldn't help it.

"Hey, pretty." Minho gently cooed in your ear. You looked up at him, those eyes of yours looking glossed over with lust. "Last night when you were drunk, you mentioned that you wanted Jisung's dick in your mouth. You still want it?"

"P-Please...I-If he's okay with it--are you okay with it?" You asked, looking down to Jisung. The noise that Jisung made was either a sob or a groan, you couldn't tell.

"Oh my god, please...please, I--I really want your mouth, baby--I gotta have it, please..." Jisung begged, getting up and scrambling to go and lay down on the bed. With one look to Minho and seeing his approving nod, you followed, crawling over to him.

You carefully made your way over, getting on top of Jisung before kissing his lips again, humming as Jisung kissed you urgently, sloppily...but so, so well. The kiss didn't last long, as your hands grabbed the hem of his own shirt and lifted it up and over, taking it off.

His chest had muscle. He wasn't a body builder by any means, but he definitely wasn't scrawny. His arms and chest were built well. Really well. Defined. Fit. Just the way you liked it.

Your kisses trailed down his chest, your eyes never leaving his as you went to one of his own perky nipples, gently taking it into your mouth and suckling on it, getting a moan out of Jisung's lips. And then, you continued to kiss down his abs, to his V-line, which was where you stopped, being blocked by his sweats.

You looked up at him once more, seeing his eyes on you. They were pleading you, his lips slightly swollen, but just as pouty as they always were. You smiled gently, placing a kiss onto his hard bulge, getting a desperate cry out of him.

And then, you slowly slid his sweats and boxers off, being met with his cock that sprung out, slapping against his bare stomach. You felt your eyes go wide at the sight, and your tongue unintentionally went to wet your lips.

He was beautiful.

His dick was probably 8 inches. He had girth, but he was longer rather than girthy. He had a mushroom tip, angry red and leaking like a faucet. And oh god, was he hard. Harder than you thought he'd be. But it was gorgeous all the same.

"Holy shit..." You trailed, slowly bringing your hand to it. Jisung watched you like a hawk, his body jolting as your hand slowly wrapped around him. "You're so pretty, Ji..."

"Y-You think so?" Jisung asked, watching you nod. God, he felt like he was gonna go feral. Sure, he had seen Minho's hand wrapped around his dick plenty of times, but seeing your smaller, daintier hand around his cock the way it was?

He was shocked he didn't cum on the spot.

"Mhm." You nodded, smiling as you slowly moved your hand up and down. You noticed that as you got to the tip, Jisung would whine and moan pretty loudly. You guessed he had a sensitive tip. You could use that to your advantage.

"M-Mouth...please, I nee-I really need to feel your mouth around me, please, please pl--Oh...shit...!" Jisung immediately cut himself off as your tongue trailed up his shaft, only for your mouth to encase his tip.

Your tongue swirled around him, going around the entirety of his tip before going right in between his slit, making Jisung cry out, looking to Minho, who had been watching the entire time. And as you bobbed your head, Jisung started to moan, looking to Minho.

"Is it up to your expectations?" Minho asked, watching as Jisung gathered your hair into a ponytail, guiding you to the pace he had wanted.

"Mo-More, it's so much more--beyond, I... holy fuck, Min, it's-her mouth is so fucking good, I-I can't last like this, I--"

"You better not." Minho growled, getting out of his own clothes. He walked over to the both of you, carefully pulling you off of Jisung's cock. A whine of disapproval left Jisung, not that Minho cared. "You're gonna cum when I tell you to cum, got it?"

"Bu-But Min, I--"

"Shut it." Minho growled. His voice sent shivers down your spine as his gaze left Jisung, going to you. "As for you. Take those shorts off and lay next to Jisung. Keep your panties on, though."

If you had to be honest, you were too scared to not obey Minho. You quickly got up, letting Minho go and kiss Jisung again. While they made out, you quickly pulled your shorts off, leaving you in your panties before going and lying next to Jisung on your back, waiting patiently. And when Minho looked over to you, he smiled.

"Good girl." Minho praised. It made your chest flutter, if you had to be honest. With that, Minho looked to Jisung, raising a brow. "Well? You said you wanted to taste her. Go and taste her."

"Wait--are you serious?" Jisung asked, his eyes widening at the opportunity. Upon seeing Minho's unwavering expression, Jisung immediately got up, going in between your legs and settling there.

He didn't waste any time pressing kisses to your inner thighs, his eyes not leaving yours as you squirmed in anticipation. And just as Jisung pulled back to take your panties off, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Baby, look at you...you're so wet for us. You're practically leaking through your panties." Jisung commented, gently putting a finger onto the wet patch on the cloth. You immediately squirmed, letting out a whine.

"J-Jisung..." You whimpered, Jisung pressing another kiss to your thigh.

"Don't worry, my baby. Just let me enjoy this, okay?" Jisung asked, watching you nod. He gave you a smile, before finally taking off your panties, only for his jaw to drop at the sight of you. "Oh my god...you're so beautiful, Y/n."

Jisung could barely believe his eyes at the sight of your dripping cunt. He gently spread you out, admiring every last bit of you while you squirmed in anticipation, wanting something, anything from him. It didn't take him long to press a light kiss to your clit, making your body jolt.

And then, he went at it.

He lapped at your juices, like a thirsty man in the middle of the dessert. His main focus was your clit, but every here and there his tongue would dive into your hole, trying to get every last bit of your juices out for him to taste. His tongue was skilled at it, too.

"J-Jisung! Oh my god, y-your tongue...it-it's so fucking good, holy shit!" You cried out, your hips grinding against his face. Jisung just hummed, latching back around your clit, making you squeal.

"He's skilled, isn't he?" Minho asked, kneeling down next to your head. You looked up at him, only for your eyes to widen in shock.

When did he...?

"Jisung's been waiting a long time to taste you, pretty. He's been dreaming about it, fantasizing about how good you'd taste." Minho said as he stroked his cock in front of you.

Unlike Jisung, Minho was shorter in length. You wanted to guess 6.5, maybe 7 inches. But he was way girthier. And he had way more veins. From the moans you heard Jisung let out from previous nights, you were almost 100% certain that he knew how to use it.

"M-Minho--"

"Wanna put me in that pretty mouth of yours too?" Minho asked. He watched as you nodded, another moan leaving you as Jisung put a finger inside your hole, gently pumping it in and out of you. "Go ahead, pretty. I'm not stopping you."

And so, you did. You leaned your head up, wrapping your mouth around his cock as Jisung continued to eat you out. Moans left all of you as you all continued, Jisung from your taste, you from Jisung, and Minho from you.

"Holy shit, your mouth is so addicting...Jesus Christ, baby girl..." Minho moaned out, Jisung pulling away from your pussy as he slipped another finger into you, making you moan around Minho again.

"You-You gotta taste her, Min, she's--...fuck, she's so delicious, her taste is intoxicating...nectar from the gods..." Jisung trailed, only to go back for more. You moaned around Minho once again, only for Minho to pull you off of him. You let out a small whine, though, your hands went down to Jisung's head, gripping onto his hair.

"M'gonna cum...I-It's so good, I'm gonna cum, I--"

"Oh, please, cum in my mouth, my baby. Cum on my tongue, please, I need it, do it, please baby..." Jisung pleaded, Minho leaving you two on the bed. He didn't go very far, though, as he went behind Jisung after grabbing some lube.

You weren't really focused on that though, as your mind was elsewhere. Your hand gripped onto Jisung's head as you held him against your cunt, grinding your hips and using his face to reach your orgasm. And soon enough, you cried out, your body trembling as your walls fluttered on Jisung's fingers.

"Fuck, I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming, I--holy shit, Jisung!" You moaned out, only hearing Jisung's hum of approval. He made quick work of your access juices as Minho slowly guided his hips up to the air. And once Jisung was certain that he had gotten every last bit of your cum, he moved up to hover over you.

"You taste so fucking good, baby...I could spend hours down there, days, even." Jisung cooed, while you just moaned at the sight of him. The entire bottom half of his face was dripping with your arousal and juices, glistening in the dim lights. But he didn't seem to care, leaning down to kiss you all the same. You eagerly kissed back, one of your hands going to his cheeks while the other traveled up and down his back.

And then, Jisung let out the dirtiest, sluttiest moan you've ever heard in your life.

"Fuck! M-Min, I--your fingers are--...ah, they feel so good! Min, please, I-"

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?" Minho growled, Jisung just moaning at his words. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. With the way Jisung's hips moved back to Minho, only to be pushed away a bit, along with the expressions on his face, you figured that right now, Minho was prepping Jisung.

And he was doing one hell of a good job at it.

"Sungie..." You cooed, Jisung looking down at you after moaning at your voice. God, he wanted to hear you call him that again. That's all he ever wanted you to call him. And then, when he felt your small hand wrap around his length again?

Oh, the wail he let out was pornographic.

"Y/n, I-I gotta be in you, let me stretch that pussy out, please--...if Min's gonna fuck me, I wanna be fucking you while he does that, it'll feel so good, I promise--I...Let me make you feel good, my baby, pretty please?" Jisung pleaded, his hips bucking into your hand. Your eyes darted from his to Minho's not knowing if it'd be okay.

"Minnie?" You cooed, hearing a small curse leave Minho's lips.

"S'fine with me." Minho said, taking his fingers out of Jisung's ass, only to push his dick up against it. That action alone made Jisung whine, moving his ass back against Minho. "Just let me get into his tight ass first. Does he need a condom, or--"

"No, I-I'm on the pill. I'll be fine." You said, Jisung just groaning at the thought of getting to be inside of you raw.

"Fuck, I can't wait to be inside of you...feeling your walls around me, squeezing so tight, want it so bad, baby..." Jisung whined, only for you to hush him and pull him into another sloppy kiss.

Seeing that Jisung was distracted, Minho smirked, leaning down and placing a few kisses on Jisung's back, getting mewls of satisfaction out of his boyfriend. And then, he finally pushed in, Jisung's mouth gaping open as a loud moan left him. His face was so slutty, his pouty lips accenting the look so well. Just seeing it made you gush.

"Oh my god, M-Minho, you--you're cock's'big, s'good, Min...!" Jisung moaned, feeling Minho start to thrust into him. Minho's thrusts moved Jisung's hips in a way that made his cock grind against your wet cunt, making you whimper at the feeling.

"J-Ji, i-inside...I need you inside, please..." You whined, looking up at him with those big puppy eyes. Seeing them just made Jisung moan out, immediately replacing your hand on his length with his own, before slowly slipping inside of you.

Now it was your turn to let out a moan of satisfaction.

The way that Jisung's cock stretched you out was delicious, though, his length was much nicer, just kissing your cervix. And with Minho continuously thrusting into Jisung, it caused Jisung to thrust into you. That resulted in you and Jisung both moaning loudly, hanging onto each other as Minho fucked you both, essentially.

"Holy shit, you-you're so tight...my baby, you're--fuck--you're so tight, and wet, you're d-dripping all over my cock, baby...fuck fuck fuck!" Jisung wailed, his breath hitching as more moans left him. "M-Min, I can't, Ican'tIcan't, it's so much--too much, m'gonna cum, I can't--"

"Already? Tch, that's pathetic." Minho growled, his hand digging into Jisung's hip as his other hand wrapped around the back of Jisung's neck, driving his hips into him faster, causing both you and Jisung to cry out. "You just got inside of her, and now you're gonna cum prematurely?"

Though, in reality, it made sense to Minho.

Jisung had gotten sucked off pretty well and was already riled up when the three of you had started. And now, he was getting double the stimulation he usually does from having Minho in his ass and his dick in your cunt. Jisung wasn't used to all of this.

However, Jisung also really loved when Minho was unforgiving with his words. It's why Minho got away with a lot of what he said. And he could really tell Jisung liked what Minho was doing, just by the way Jisung moaned out and clenched around him.

"YES, I--Fuck, m'sooo close, Min, I--I'm gonna cum, please, can I? Pleasepleaseplease-"

"I don't know. Y/n, do you think he can cum?" Minho looked down at you, seeing your head thrown back as moans continued to leave your mouth.

"Mhm, please, I-I need it, Sungie...fill me, baby, please, I-I'll cum with you, m'close too, real close..." You managed to get out, Jisung's eyes widening.

"Re-Really?"

"God, yes...!"

The second Jisung heard your words, he moaned out, reaching a hand in between the two of you. It quickly found your clit, and started rubbing quick circles. That got you to squeal, gripping onto Jisung.

"I-I'm--Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" You cried out. Your walls immediately clenched and fluttered as your orgasm coursed through you, Jisung moaning out at the same time.

"Holy shit, baby--M'gonna cum, I-I need to--"

"Inside, do it inside, please, Sungie, cum inside--"

"Fuck! Fuck, I'm cumming!" And like that, Jisung came inside of you, painting your walls white. Minho's thrusts slowed down, guiding the both of you through your orgasms, before he slowly pulled out of Jisung, letting him get off of you.

"Good girl, you're such a good girl." Minho cooed to you as you looked at him, trying to get your breathing in check. Jisung laid next to you, trying to do the same as you, but still watching as Minho lifted your legs up onto his shoulders, rubbing his cock in between your wetness, watching Jisung's seed get smeared on both you and him. "But you're not done yet. You still have me."

"I-But I--" Instead of getting to finish your sentence, Minho collided his lips with yours, kissing you urgently as he lined himself up. And then, as he pulled away from the kiss, Minho slowly entered you, the both of you letting out moans.

"Holy...you are tight, pretty. So tight and wet, holy fuck..." Minho cursed, watching you take his cock inside. You just gripped onto the bedsheets, feeling even fuller than before.

You thought Jisung was a delicious stretch? Oh, Minho's dick was stretching you out even better. You could feel his veins ride up against your walls, and while he didn't reach nearly as far as Jisung did, he still managed to somehow make you feel completely full.

"You-You're so big, Minnie...fucking hell..." You whimpered, Minho just smirking at your words as he started moving. Moans immediately left you as Minho thrusted, somehow hitting nice and deep inside of you.

"Look at you, taking me so well, pretty...fuck--you're sucking me back in, that greedy pussy's sucking me back into you, pretty..." Minho moaned out, leaning forward, almost folding you in half. His hips were moving hard and fast, zero mercy on you. And before you even knew it, his hand was down on your clit, pinching and rolling it effortlessly.

"Min-Minho! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so hard, I-I need to cum, please--"

"Go ahead baby, cum on my cock for me." Minho growled, his pace refusing to slow down. You immediately obeyed, gripping onto his shoulders as your body shook, your legs trembling from your orgasm that had been ripped from you. "Good girl, just like that, such a good girl for me..."

But he didn't slow down or stop abusing your clit. He continued his zero-mercy pace. He heard your screams of bliss; he could feel your hands gripping onto him and your walls clenching around him. But he pressed on, feeling himself getting closer.

"Fuck baby girl, I'm getting close--can you cum one more time? One more time, just like that." Minho moaned out. You took note of his brow furrowing, and his pace starting to get uneven. You nodded, trying to ignore your oversensitivity.

You could do it one more time. Anything for Minho.

"I-I can, I can do it..." You moaned, only to follow up with a sob as Minho went from no mercy to just ruthless. Fast, hard-pressed circles to your clit, his hips just pistoning into you. You felt so good, so tight, so wet, he honestly had no clue to how he made it this far. Yet somehow, he did.

It wasn't gonna last much longer.

"Fuck, I'm there--I'm gonna fill you up, m'gonna fill you up so much that you'll taste me, pretty--oh my god--c-cum, cum for me, cum cum cum cum cum cum--Fuck!" And like that, you both came just milliseconds within each other.

Minho went first, shooting his load deep inside of you. Just as it started, just as he moaned out oh, so loudly, you also came. The moan you let out was pornographic, the way you arched your back and your legs trembled with your eyes rolling back into your head looked like it had been ripped from a professional porno.

You had practically ascended, seeing stars.

The second Minho stilled into you, Jisung rolled over to you, pressing kisses onto your face, shoulder, neck, anywhere he could really get to you. And as Minho pulled out, going to the bathroom so he could clean the three of you up, Jisung started to talk you down.

"Good job, my baby, you did so well for us...you took us both so so well, such a good girl...come back now, okay? Come back to us." Jisung cooed, running his fingers through your hair. As your breathing stilled, you smiled, gently rolling over to Jisung. That got Jisung to smile as well, seeing Minho come back, finishing up with wiping himself off.

"There she is...you grounded now, pretty?" Minho asked, getting back onto the bed as he spread you out, starting to wipe you down.

"Yeah, I am." You mumbled, rubbing your eye a bit. You felt exhausted, and you had every reason to. A small giggle erupted from you, making both boys raise a brow, but smile.

"What are you giggling about?" Jisung asked, kissing your cheek. Minho finished cleaning you off, going to Jisung to do the same to him.

"You both are insane in the bedroom." You said to them. They both just smiled, chuckling a bit with you.

"Yeah, but it was worth it, right?" Jisung asked, watching you nod.

"Definitely."

"Well, now that you both are clean, we can just relax the rest of the night." Minho told you, going and lying down on your left. Jisung scooted closer to you on your right, pulling you into his chest. Minho wrapped his arms around you, pressing his own chest against your back. "Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" You asked, looking over at Minho.

"For being in this relationship with both of us." He told you, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Yeah, you really did make us happy." Jisung told you, placing a kiss onto your forehead. You smiled at their words, nuzzling your head into Jisung's chest while pressing your back into Minho's.

"I should be the one thanking you both for opening it up to me." You told them. "This would've never happened if you guys didn't want to go poly."

"Only for you." Minho told you, Jisung nodding.

"Mhm." Jisung hummed. Nothing more had to be said.

The three of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, content in each other's presence. It felt good, being in their arms. And to them, it felt amazing to have you in theirs. But then, as if on a cue, Jisung spoke up.

"Oh, and for the record..." He said softly, getting both you and Minho's attention. "I think the correct term for what you were looking for was the Roomie Effect."

"What?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Y'know, what you were writing in that pink notebook of yours? This should be called the Roomie Effect!"

"Jisung?" Minho grumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Don't make me go and get the tissues."

"Really? No shoving your cock in my throat--"

"JISUNG."

"Right, right, sorry."

What a way to end the best night of your life.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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sooluving · 5 months ago

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hey hey!!! may i please request a smut w perv!soobin and chubby reader? like in a friend group party sort of situation?

omgg yess i love it, i hope you like it anonn<33 and thanks bcs you're my first rq😽

i can see you

w: not much plot, smut, semi-public sex, strangers to ???, breast play, oral(both receiving), pulling out, unprotected sex, pervdom!soobin, sub!femreader, non-idol au, panty stealing(? not proof reading

i didn't know how to name it so it's just a taylor song with this vibes😆

he knew who you were before the party at beomgyu's house started. yeonjun always said that he would introduce you, his new friend from college, to them but never did and he wouldn't really care about that until he saw you walk towards them to say hello to yeonjun.

you smiled to yeonjun and you hugged him, then turned to soobin to introduce yourself. he gave you a little smile and did the same, when you turned your attention to yeonjun again he took his time to check you out and was so delighted with the view; you were so beautiful and that dress allowed him to appreciate your body. he was going to get hard when stared at your tummy and then your breasts, he swears they fit perfectly in his hands and his mouth. he had to fuck you that same night.

"hey, wanna dance?" he asked interrupting whatever yeonjun was saying, "yes please, i need to" you smiled and said to yeonjun that you'll see him later, you only went to parties to dance honestly and this guy soobin also called your attention, the glances he gave you while talking to yeonjun were making you a little wet. you couldn't resist to such a tall and handsome man.

"soobin" you moaned while he had you pinned against the door of one of the rooms you found empty upstairs after some minutes dancing when his hands never stopped touching you shameless.

"you're so hot, can't believe yeonjun never showed you to me" soobin grabbed your ass and squeezed hard, you sighed and kissed him deeply, saliva running down your chin. " but we met now and i want you to fuck me, please" he took your your face and loved how you seemed so needy biting your pretty lips. they'd look prettier around his cock.

he kissed you and slowly brought you to your knees, "why don't you show me first how much you want my cock inside you?" you felt your jaw already hurt when you saw his dick, the biggest you had and your cunt was dripping. "open up, pretty" he put his cock in front of your lips and you kissed it before taking all in your mouth, trying so hard to make it fit, you took the rest with your hands and relaxed your throat. you wanted to feel him all inside. you looked up to him just to feel even more wet, he was looking at you so hungrily and growling, soobin laid his hand on the door and put the other in your hair to ram in your mouth hardly making you gag and moan around his cock. he stopped and kept you with his cock in your throat a few seconds before cumming. you swallowed and coughed when he released you,

"you're so good for me," soobin grabbed you and put you on the sink and pull up your dress "now let me do the same for you, baby", he leaned to kiss you and spread your legs apart. "i want to taste your pussy so much" he went down to your cunt and moved your panties to the side. he licked his lips "the prettiest I've ever seen and all for me" soobin was like a starved man, devouring you, tongue fucking you and sucking your clit, almost making out too. you couldn't stop moaning, trying to be more silent but was so hard with soobin treating your cunt like his last meal.

he raised his hand to your chest and reached your dress neckline and lowered it to squeeze your tit and play with your nipple, "soobin, please," soobin knew you were ready to cum and he wanted to drink all of you, his thumb started to stimulate you and that was all to the poor you; he licked and kissed your clit one last times "fuck I'm going to make you feel so good again, you look more beautiful when you cum"

soobin took your panties off and without you noticing he put it in his pocket, he'll probably jerk off with them thinking of this.

he brought you closer to him and just pounded into you, your moans were almost screams and you loved it, didn't even care about who was knocking the door. you could only think about soobin's cock going hard and deep inside you, feeling ready to cum again.

soobin was delighted with your breasts bouncing, your nipples were calling him and he couldn't say no, he kissed and sucked your tits, tried to bury his face between them and he felt about to cum. he went harder and started to kiss you and stimulate your sensitive nipples, "soobin im gonna cum" you cried "yes pretty, cum in my cock, i want to feel you" he moaned too and you reached your high with your legs trembling

"let me cum on your tits baby, please" he said and you were already on your knees in front of him when he pulled out, soobin took was amazed with that image of you, ready to take his load on your beautiful tits and he couldn't keep it anymore, he jerked off a few times more and your chest was all white with his cum. you smiled and cleaned his dick with your tongue, "we need to repeat this in a better place, baby" soobin mumbled watching you stand up

"at my place would be awesome next time, love" you said with a grin and he kissed you. God it was so addictive.

bye I'm nervous, i didn't know how to end this soo😭 i feel soobin loves to kiss and make out a lottt

#soobin smut #soobin hard hours #soobin x reader #choi soobin #soobin hard thoughts #tomorrow by together #txt hard hours #txt smut #txt x reader #soobin #txt soobin

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brownbearwrites · 11 months ago

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I NEED to add more to your little felix and oliver fantasyyy

so just IMAGNE felix and reader just get THAT comfortable with oliver for him to be there EVERY night while you two are .. yk.. and he joins in sometimes too !!

but one night.. you stayed at the castle while felix and oliver were at a party. oliver got drunk and said something to felix which hurt felix more than it should ( this led to a physical fight between them )

a little later you find out about the fight and you successfully get there and separate them.

now u got two drunk men on both of your shoulders carrying them to your and felixes bedroom.

oliver and felix are still fighting but this time verbally. you get fed up with it and banish them to the couch.

and in the middle of the night you fell something heavy on your sleepy body. you open your eyes just a little bit and you see oliver and felix on top of you. they gag you with something and it just turns into a jealous fuck fest between you two !! ( with a little bit of after care ofc ) 💞

yes yes YES! they love you but GOD does it annoy them when you get in between them while they're squabbling — always trying to be a good little peacekeeper. Maybe they get in a punch or two alongside the snide remarks, Felix's eyebrow piercing bleeding down his face from where Oliver managed to get in a hit. You barely even register the astounded looks on the party guest's faces as you drag your two fully-grown but CHILDISH partners back into the house. Later that night, they turn their frustrations away from each other and onto you, dead-set on teaching you a little lesson on when to have them let at each other.

Of course, they'd still be trying to one-up each other the whole time, still a bit sour from whatever mean words had been said earlier in the night — the cut on Felix's face still stinging from where you cleaned him up earlier. It's overwhelming and intense, but GOD would it be hot to have them bicker over who makes you feel the best.

Of course, they make up not long after — it's hard to be angry at each other after a good orgasm (plus, it's not like they could ever live without one another, or you, for what it's worth)

#anon #I'm imagining this with a felix that's fully aware of oliver's manipulative tendencies #and like.. he think's it's hot but sometimes ollie just goes too far #even for felix's taste #and that's probably what they end up fighting over #but like it's basically foreplay for them #saltburn imagine #felix catton x reader #oliver quick x reader #felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton imagine #oliver quick imagine #mine

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months ago

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Sweeter Than Revenge

Steve sighed as Nancy and Jonathan walked into Scoops Ahoy, yet again. He was pretty sure they were coming in here to mock him.

"Your ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend are here again," Robin said.

"Yeah, I know that. Thanks for the update," Steve scoffed.

"Just trying to be helpful," Robin said.

"I don't think you are," Steve replied.

Nancy and Jonathan were in the back of the line. Every so often, they'd look at them and then turn to each other to laugh. Jesus. Could they drive the knife in even further? Wasn't it bad enough that she left him for Jonathan? Why did they have to go out of their way and rub it in? He could feel Robin watching him as he served another customer. They were one step closer to him.

"Pretty sure, they'd stop coming in here if you tried to flirt with Nancy again," Robin said.

"That's the worst revenge plan yet," Steve said.

"No, the worst revenge plan would be me pretending to be your girlfriend," Robin said as she took the next customer.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I don't date jocks even if it's pretend," Robin said. "Nothing personal."

"Well, Nancy left me for Jonathan. Wouldn't it be funny if I tried to steal Jonathan away from her?" Steve asked. "Ultimate revenge."

"If you're into that sort of thing," she said, looking at him strangely.

"Please, you know that I am," Steve scoffed.

"Uh. . .no, I don't. Last time I checked, you were a notorious ladies' man. Or at least I thought you were. You seem pretty terrible at it," Robin said.

"Robin," Steve said, lowering his voice. "You caught me with that dude on my break out back the other day. You seemed cool with it.".

"Okay. . .I thought that had been a woman," she said, blinking at him, and she also lowered her voice. "So, you're. . .?"

"Bisexual," he whispered after he served another customer.

Nancy and Jonathan were even closer to the counter now. He sighed.

"What?"

"Babes and non babes alike, Robin," he explained.

"Oh. Thanks for telling me," she said softly.

She looked at him as if she wanted to tell him something, too. She got choked up, though, and couldn't seem to find the words.

"Are you okay?" He asked and then turned to the customers. "Give us a moment."

He dragged her to the break room, where she slid to the floor. Steve sat down next to her.

"Just the babes for me," she said.

"Yeah?" He said with a smile.

"Yeah. . .Tammy Thompson. . .Mrs. Click's class. She couldn't stop staring at you, and I wanted her to look at me," Robin said.

"Tammy Thompson. . .doesn't she sound like a muppet?" He asked.

"Shut up, she's got dreams!" She exclaimed. "At least, I'm not hung up on my ex and her boyfriend."

Robin and Steve both burst into laughter. They fell into comfortable silence, Steve smiled at her.

"Fair point," he replied. "I'm pretty sure they're coming in here to mock me and this outfit."

"Then all the more reason to steal Jonathan, and if that doesn't work, then it will definitely make him uncomfortable," Robin said. "They'd have no choice but to leave."

"Alright, let's do this," Steve said.

They walked out the door to find that it was only Nancy and Jonathan were at the counter.

"The others got impatient," Nancy said.

"I guess they really wanted that cream," Robin said, and Jonathan said.

"Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, I'm Steve Harrington, I'll be your captain. Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me?" He asked as he leaned against the counter, winking at Jonathan.

"Uh. . .we know who you are," Jonathan said.

"It's company policy now," he said smiling. "Your hair looks different today. Did you do something?"

"I brushed it out of my eyes?" He asked in confusion.

"Well, it's a good look. . .I can definitely see your gorgeous eyes a little better now," Steve said, smiling.

"Steve?" Nancy asked in confusion.

"So. . .what do you want?" Steve asked Jonathan, ignoring Nancy. "You look like you know what tastes good in your mouth."

Jonathan choked, and he could hear Robin gagging in the background.

"I mean, I like the USS Butterscotch," Jonathan blushed. "I know everyone does. . ."

"It's a great choice. Personally, I like the mint," Steve said.

He scooped up a sample cup and grabbed a little spoon. Steve dug in and put the spoon in his mouth. He slowly ate the bite of ice cream, his tongue wrapped around the spoon and licking up every bite. Nancy and Jonathan both watched him. Steve put more ice cream on the spoon and held it out for Jonathan.

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"Go on, taste," he said.

Jonathan leaned forward and took the spoon in his mouth. He ate the ice cream, with confusion and also a little bit of darkness in his eyes. Steve smirked.

"It's good," Jonathan said.

"You know, my tongue had been on the spoon, and then you had the spoon in your mouth. . .almost as if my tongue had been in your mouth," Steve said. "Isn't that crazy?"

"It's not crazy at all," Jonathan said.

"Steve!" Nancy exclaimed, snapping out of her daze.

"What?" Steve asked. "Do you not like me flirting with your boyfriend?"

Nancy scowled at him before dragging Jonathan with her past the counter. Before he could tell Nancy off, she was dragging both him and Jonathan into the break room.

"He's taking a break!" Nancy yelled to Robin.

"You aren't the boss of us!" Robin yelled back.

Nancy dragged them into the storage closet. It was small, so it was a tight fit. Steve was surprised when they both shoved him up against the wall. He felt something hard of Jonathan's pressed up against him. Oh. He was more surprised when Nancy and Jonathan both pressed their lips to his neck. Steve let out a shocked, but not unpleasant, moan. Was this really happening?

"You have no idea what this outfit does to us," Nancy said, pulling away.

"I'm starting to have some idea," Steve gasped. "I thought you were teasing me."

"Oh, honey, you haven't seen us tease you quite just yet," Nancy said, cupping his face.

"But you will," Jonathan said as he also pulled away.

"You both want me?" Steve asked.

"Always have. . .we just didn't know how to tell you," Jonathan said.

"Sorry, it took so long," Nancy said.

Steve pulled Nancy into a familiar but, somehow, new kiss. She smiled against his lips. Steve pulled away and turned to kiss Jonathan. It was a good feeling to have their lips touch his. . .it felt like it was something that was always supposed to happen. When he broke the kiss, Jonathan was smiling at him in amusement.

"I definitely liked the taste of that in my mouth," Jonathan said and Steve laughed.

"Oh god, I don't want to ruin this," he said.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"When I thought you were coming in here to make fun of me, I got this idea in my head to steal Jonathan from you as revenge," Steve said. "I know, I'm better than that now. . .but I guess not really."

"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington," Nancy laughed. "I wish I could have seen that play out."

"You're beautiful, Nancy Wheeler," he said with a relieved sigh. ". . .and you're okay to look at, Jonathan Byers."

"Fuck off, asshole," Jonathan laughed.

Steve giggled and pulled them into a hug. Yeah, this was sweeter than revenge.

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animentality · 10 months ago

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Your post about Gortash being embarrassing and cringe and not realizing it is SO real to me. I think he is perfectly suave and charming to everyone except when it comes to someone he ACTUALLY likes, at which point his usual mask is useless because he has no idea how to cover up Real Feelings. The way he 🥺 and grins and blabbers nonstop to Durge at the coronation reunion is exhibit A for this of course. Personally I think he had no idea what was happening on his face during that, it just earnestly happened, and he probably THOUGHT he was being chill but he so wasnt. He is a 40 or 50 year old teenager with a crush and he’s clueless that it gets him acting like an idiot. Important Gortash characterisation (to me!)

It just makes sense to me given his history and overall emotional immaturity that he does not know how to express casual affection for something, let alone someONE. (And yeah the whole thing where he and Durge are both really smart people capable of near-flawless teamwork but they also genuinely make each other kind of stupid when they’re around each other. It tracks.)

He wooed Jannath with unimpeachable charm because he did not actually care about or love her (im really sorry Jannath 🫣) so he was just being a fake bastard, and thats easy. But real affection? Real love? He has no framework for that. Catch the Chosen of Bane in the most unbecoming act of ducking his head to hide his stupid smile after taking Durge’s hand in his. Embarrassing!

ANON, your mind.

It's powerful.

I am gnawing on the wonderful idea, because I love the concept of, Gortash is the perfect gentleman, he's great at copying others, at pretending to be a patriar, and exuding this carefully constructed charm.

He was raised by DEVILS. He was in a GANG.

He has Raphael's bullshit charm, and all these rough edges.

But he smooths them out, when he's trying to seduce rich women or arms dealer.

But that act doesn't work on the Dark Urge, of course, and he would never even try that sort of thing with them anyway.

Because anyone who seduces people for a living knows, not everyone reacts to the same tricks.

BUT.

Maybe he starts out trying to seduce them, by being cold and practical and intelligent...but then, surprise surprise.

it ends up not being an act. he finds the dark urge is warmer and more receptive than he thought they'd be, after decades of being alone.

and they have things in COMMON.

And he IS honest with them, as his partner.

And then, when he's NOT trying to seduce then....he accidentally seduces them...by being such a fucking nerd.

And THEN.

as you said.

He is SO dorky and cringe...because he's being honest, for one thing, AND he doesn't know how to act, when he genuinely likes someone, and isn't just trying to seduce them.

And he's THRILLED that that's what gets the Dark Urge hot under the collar.

The biggest freak in all of Baldur's Gate, meets the second biggest one, and they don't know how to act "right," but their version of right ends up being healthier than anything else they might have ever been capable of.

UGH, anon.

Do not SEND ME DOWN THIS RABBITHOLE.

You couldn't pry soft dorky lovestruck idiot Durgetash from my dead claws.

I think they committed horrible atrocities together.

I also think they were so sweet on each other, it would make Bhaal gag.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #durgetash #dark urge

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okkalo · 2 years ago

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Good day~ If your requests are open can I ask you for Chigiri, Nagi and Rin when they have a crush and how they'd confess headcanons please? Have a nice day!~

hi anon! congrats on being my first request <3 i hope u have a nice day too!

reminder that requests are open!! if you have any questions about my requests feel free to send an ask!

second part here with: reo, hiori, and karasu

characters: chigiri, nagi, rin

heart is beating up and down!

chigiri

- i headcanon chigiri values quality time

- he’s constantly inviting you to go out or come over (i also headcanon that he makes u avoid his sister when ur at his place bc he thinks she’s just that weird)

- i can imagine you guys getting compliments on being a cute couple in public. he gets so embarrassed and tries to his his face from you. “who says stuff like that?” his play-it-off quote

- he would confess to you in a park. it had been early mid-evening, you guys had just gotten desserts from a nearby cafe and decided to enjoy them on a bench in the park

- after you both had finished your food there was kinda a moment of silence, which was not awkward! it was a more enjoy-the-moment kind of silence

- he decided to break it, finding this a good place to confess to you. “hey, y/n?” you replied with a small hum, looking over at him. you got a little worried seeing him so serious.

- “i like you, a lot.” he would look at you while saying this, his eyes reflecting his confession (god i would pass out on the spot)

- would not be opposed with a kiss, however, he will not engage it!

- pls say you feel the same. imagine his soft smile once you say that

nagi

- he’s probably the hardest one to spot with a crush

- would definitely hang around you more, skip practice to see you (pre blue lock ofc) pls call reo and tell him to get nagi.

- would probably somehow make it a thing where he’s always resting his head on you. be it your shoulder or your lap. he also does the thing where he comes up from behind you and rests his chin on the top of your head!!

- he also likes quality time (he’s bigger on physical affection) so he’s probably at your house a few times a week (probably not much public places)

- i feel like he would ask reo for advice on confessing? pls nagi is so hopeless he doesn’t know what to do..he probably gags at all of reo’s ideas, deeming them “cringey”

- i bet he would confess when you guys arrived at your house. he had walked you home (surprising) but couldn’t stay so he just said it when you were about to go inside

- really awkward because he did it so casually? you had to ask him to repeat himself because you couldn’t believe what just happened (he just replied “i like you.” 😐🧍‍♂️)

- if you say you feel the same then and there he would probably just say “cool” like? he’s so stupid, save him.

- i do not think he would kiss you after the confession!! he would save it for another day!

- i will also believe he would be the guy to think you guys are dating even though he never asked you out or anything? reo has to tell him to confess and nagi is just like “?? we’re already dating??”

- PLS i can also imagine he tried to confess to you in a game but you stopped playing it so you never saw LOL. you start playing it again 4 months after you guys are official and just see “i like you” — 5 months ago

rin

- ilovehimilovehimilovehim.

- he probably takes awhile to confess, hoping his feelings would die but only to find out they grew stronger (he’s terrified of rejection [thanks sae.])

- he would probably do things for you without even noticing. oh, you’re hungry? have his breakfast bar. oh, you’re thirsty? have a drink of his water.

- if he gets called out on it he’ll scoff out a “shut up.” will add an insult unique to the person calling him out too (lukewarm will always be in it however). yes, he’s also blushing (don’t say anything about it!)

- will be so down bad if you do something for him too

- he actually confesses when you’re worrying over his ankle. he was practicing by himself and you were watching and all of a sudden he just stopped moving, to which you quickly ran out on the field to find out what happened.

- “rin you should stop for tonight. i’m not trying to say—.” “i love you.”

- he doesn’t even mean to say it.

- pls kiss him. this man has felt this way for months (he’s probably made you wait that long too)

- if u say you don’t feel the same? bye. im crying for his sake

- if you tell him you feel the same he wouldn’t know what to say back (it would be so awkward). so pls just kiss him.

unedited thank you for reading!

ps. sorry if chigiri’s is weird?

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christophersturnilover · 4 months ago

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Do you think i made it inside your house?

this story has some lines from popular halloween movies!

this is based on the songs

This story contains MURDER. This story is pretty long and English is not my first language! Not proofread.

Warnings- Murder, mentions of blood, angst, crying, stalking and i think thats it?

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It was close to October, the stores were halloween themed and the cold breeze with the scent of pumpkin spice would fill your nostrils each morning you'd awake.

You'd go to your nearest coffee shop to buy your favorite coffee. A pumpkin spice latte cold or warm, which ever you chose it really didnt matter because, the only reason you had gon the last few days was because there was this guy.

His name was Christopher, you found him attractive. But unfortunately you were unlucky and he had already been in a relationship.

You would only want him to serve you but you were to embarrassed to even order infront of him, he'd obviously catch onto this pretty quickly and one day he asked you to hang out,

as friends but you said you were busy.

You suddenly felt envy towards him and his girlfriend everytime they'd hang out at the coffee shop during his breaks.

One night, you cried all eight full hours because you felt like you weren't enough or pretty enough for him.

That sadness quickly turned into hatred and jealousy.

The week after that, on a Friday you found yourself digging up your backyard to hide a fucking body.

How it happened. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Ever since that night you cried, you wouldn't stop having dreams of Chris' girlfriend dead right on her living room floor as Chris was at the store getting snacks for both of them.

You had pretty much picked up the sign that maybe you should act on what your dreaming about.

You had been looking at where she goes to find the perfect moment to get rid of her, everyone as in your thoughts believed she was most vulnerable at her own home, Alone.

You saw she never acted on her thoughts and was only nice when Chris was around. Maybe she did infact deserve to be gone.

Yeah, "violence isn't always the answer" you thought. But isn't it sometimes? You tried so hard to gaslight yourself into believing you werent a bad person if you murdered someone just because she was a dick to other people and dated the guy you liked.

You followed her for three days straight and she rarely left her house unless it meant meeting up with your future boyfriend, Chris.

And once when you were following her, she realized it.

"Are you fucking following me?" She spat getting some of her damn spit on your face. Gross.

"What? No im waiting for my friends" You lied straight out of your teeth.

"Let's not lie hon, the only reason your following me is because you like MY boyfriend Chris so bad and you want to be me. But lets be honest, with the amount of depression and loneliness you hold, your future is absolute shit." She said.

Yeah she may have gagged but you wanted to stab her throat right there and then. If it weren't for all these morons watching the scene her guts would have been entirely ripped out of her stomach.

You walked away from her slowly going to this random group of people you didn't know,

But quickly went back to following her home.

It darkened quite quickly and you quietly entered through the open bathroom window. "What a fucking idiot" you thought.

She was on call with Chris completely ignoring what he was saying,

"hey, are you listening?" he said sweetly.

"yeah! of course" she said sarcastically.

You'd watched her every move, if she even moved an inch you'd want to drop kick this hoe into god knows where.

"hey, chris, i always feel somebody's watching me. i dont know why." she said, clearly scared of some presence always watching her every move.

They eventually hung up and you walked closer to her, my boots would creek everytime you'd move but you wouldn't complain.

"Who's there‽" she asked afraid to actually go and see.

She quickly locked her house through her phone.

Keeping your ghostface role you gave her a call from an unknown number,

"Who's this?" she asked in a rude tone.

"Do you think i made it inside your house before you could rearm?" you asked with my voice changer.

She hung up, scared. You could see it in her watery brown almost black eyes she was afraid. But you couldn't care less and acted on proceeding with your plans.

You went up behind her and ran your knife straight on her lower abdomen. She screamed so loud you bashed her head right on her marble counter causing her to drop on her floor. You continued to stab her on her stomach and on her chest, watching her choke on her own blood gave you some type of satisfaction.

Maybe you were insane or maybe you liked watching people you hated suffer to death.

She tried yelling but wasn't able to because of how you cut her throat. Ear to ear.

You didn't give a fuck about the mess in her house but you took her lifeless pale body and tossed it into and trash can. You dragged it towards your house and to your backyard and began to dig up a hole to the size of her body.

You had a crippling anxiety of getting caught but did it matter at this given moment? absolutely fucking not.

You threw her body in the hole and covered it then went inside your house but right when you opened your door, you saw a pale chris standing inside your house.

"Who are you? you killed her. you fucking psycho." he spat clearly angry and horrified.

He tried walking out but you pushed him making fall and slide back on the floor.

"Dont fucking start with me because im not afraid to end another life!" you threatened.

He moved back as you stepped closer,

"P-please no!" he stuttered.

"No one wants you to die sweetheart, but sometimes you dont really have choice." you said while holding your knife against his pale, creamy skinned neck.

"I won't snitch! please!" he begged as he squirmed to get out of your tight hold.

"stop fucking moving!" you spat cutting open his neck as his warm dark red blood spilled everywhere.

You were in awe as he chokes on his own blood trying to breathe but can't. You started to feel bad but sometimes you can grieve over the stuff you should and shouldn't have done.

And suddenly you found yourself sobbing, trying to find a way to help yourself stop what you did but you couldn't. There was absolutely nothing to justify both of the murders you committed that night.

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its-a-me-mango · 7 months ago

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Hi I've had several people ask me for my opinions on the movie so instead of answering them all individually, I'll give my honest opinion here. (There's a few focused one I'll answer but this is just my general feel for it)

Ok so, I'll be honest, not my favourite SMG4 movie, don't get me wrong I still enjoyed it, I enjoyed it a lot, but as a few people said, it felt more like a long SMG4 episode than a movie. I think if you see it like that then a lot of the flaws with it kinda melt away, at least to me lol.

We know the team can do absolute bangers (Western Spaghetti is still my favourite SMG4 movie you can fight me on it), I think they just missed the mark a bit this one, especially for someone as important as Mr Puzzles. You'd think if this was a finale to him they'd maybe, I dunno, show him more? It's hard for me to say personally what I would do differently, but I think what they did wasn't the best for him. I'm hoping he shows up again maybe, that'd be nice and would make the movie feel less anticlimactic for me and probably a few others.

Then again we've seen him non stop for like a month so I don't feel like complaining too much lol.

The gags though were super fucking funny and that's what I love most about SMG4, I ultimately don't care if the story is lacking, as long as I'm having a good time then the story can do whatever the hell it wants. I'm not a South Park fan AT ALL and even I was crackling at the South Park skit. The references and jokes, the live action bit, MEAT MALLET?! It's stupid shit like that that makes me love watching SMG4.

I do genuinely think a lot of you would be happier if you took SMG4 less seriously, no offence to any of course it's fun to take silly shitpost shows seriously, but at the end of the day they are shitpost shows, they're meant to be stupid and make dumb jokes, again this felt way more like an SMG4 episode than a movie and I'm fine with that.

Anyone saying SMG4 fell off or were horrifically let down or something like that is being silly, you can say you didn't vibe with the movie it's ok, subdue your expectations and watch Bob make a pickle rick joke with me, you'll understand my vision then.

I get the impression they wanted the movie to be more silly and stuff instead of serious like previous movies, Mr Puzzle is a villain yes but he's a horrifically cartoonish one. His main goal was to control the world though the TV or something like that, like compare that to Wren's goal, there's a clear difference in tone between the both of them.

Regards, I still enjoyed the movie, yes it was a bit over hyped but it wasn't a total letdown for me, it gave us Mr Puzzle characterisation which is nice, again it was REALLY funny, and I always love to the see the team try new and silly ideas! I hope they do more weird and wacky stuff like this in the future because you can tell the team was having fun with this! That's more important to me than anything else.

Also that song was an absolute BANGER, certified bop!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

#smg4 #smg4 spoilers #I'm gonna watch it again tomorrow I have so many memes and art ideas to draw from it!!!#To be fair it's hard to beat western spaghetti because that is cinema. You can't beat that one

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grandwretch · 5 months ago

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only i must wander, chapter six

[on ao3] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5]

CW: TORTURE, MINOR CHARACTER DEATH, CHILD DEATH, MILD GORE, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, VOMIT, BLOOD, IMPLIED FORCED PREGNANCY

Steve did not slide back into consciousness as much as he was dragged. Every cell of him wanted to go back to sleep, but the electric pain of shitty shocks jolting his leg pulled him further from sweet oblivion with every passing second.

"Oh my god," he heard Robin say. He swallowed as her voice echoed through his head, pain sloshing around and forcing nausea to rise in his throat. "Oh my god, you're alive-- Oh my god, Steve, thank God."

"Robin?" he croaked, struggling to right himself while the van threw them both around. "Wha--"

"Don't get up." Her cold hands were on his shoulders, squeezing gently. "Stay still, it'll stop the blood from leaking."

The blood, he thought drearily. The blood, because he had been shot. The driver had shot him, and now they were in their van, and Robin-- Steve forced himself to open his eyes, even when the dim light through the window made him gag. He could barely make Robin out, even as she hovered over him-- He was propped on her legs, which explained why he could feel her knees digging into his back, but her shadow was thrown over his face. He had to squint just to make out more than her sillouhette. Her face was pale but unharmed, skin clear of injuries right down to her bare shoulders.

Steve refused to look down any further.

"Are you naked?" Steve asked, his tongue thick in his mouth.

Robin sighed, a wry irony in her voice when she answered. "My shirt is currently occupied keeping your leg together, sorry. I didn't mean to shove my boobs in your face."

He knew she was joking, but Steve wasn't sure how she meant it. Did she think this was what he had wanted from her? Because it wasn't. He could honestly say he had never thought about her boobs, and even if he had, he didn't think now would be the time to-- His headache increased with the speed of his own thoughts, and Steve forced himself to stop analyzing Robin's behavior. "... Do you want to borrow my shirt?"

After a pause, Robin said, "I think there's bigger things to worry about. I don't think they're those kind of creeps."

It didn't matter though, because Steve was already struggling to get his arms throught the holes without sitting up. He didn't buy for a second that Robin was cool waiting it out in a bra, no matter the kind of danger they were in. Besides, she deserved her dignity, at the very least. "Just take the fucking shirt, Buckley."

Huffing, Robin said, "Fine, at least let me help you, idiot." Her hands were steadier than his, and it didn't take long for her to slide the cloth out from under Steve's body. He closed his eyes while she put it on, just because it seemed like the polite thing to do, and listened to her soft grumbling.

"Sorry," Steve said when he opened his eyes. The shirt was too big on her, the open neckline falling to her collarbone. It was also, unfortunately, stained in both his and the driver's blood. "I know being covered blood isn't how you wanted to spend the day."

Robin's stare was unimpressed. "I'm pretty sure you didn't want to spend your day bleeding, so--"

"You two shut the fuck back there!" the driver said from the front.

Immediately, Steve and Robin both fell silent. Her hands fell back to his shoulders, an icy counterpoint to the burning pain in the rest of his body. He raised a shaking hand and wrapped his fingers around her wrist.

It was impossible to tell where they were, obviously-- Even if he Steve could see outside of the small back windows, he had no idea how long he'd been unconscious, or in which direction they'd gone. Escaping now was more than meaningless; There was no way he'd get very far with his leg, and pissing James and Ritter off even more seemed like a bad call. Waiting it out and trying not to bleed to death seemed like his only option-- At least he finally had a chance to get some answers. Wherever they were taking them had to be a clue of some kind, and if they were lucky, it would even be the same place they had taken the kids. It was definitely a better lead than roaming around Hawkins, harassing random Wesen.

He only wished Robin hadn't gotten involved.

Getting shot wasn't exactly ideal, either.

Steve closed his eyes and squeezed Robin's wrist, hoping that wherever they were going, they got there soon. His leg was starting to feel like he'd stuck in a freezer, so cold it burned. He didn't know much about medicine, but he doubted that was a good sign.

No matter how many times Steve prayed for it, though, they just kept driving. They watched the sunset through the shadows on the walls, watching them distort until they faded completely away. It was until Steve began to drift off again, the fuel of adrenaline running out, that the darkness was replaced by artificial light. Even Robin hissed at the sting of it, and Steve curled away from it even as his body cramped in protest.

Neither of them spoke as the van slowed to a stop, though they could hear Ritter and James muttering to each other up front. As time had passed, the silence had gently drawn them back to their most animalistic instincts-- They were still and quiet in the darkness like caged animals, flinching from the light, hissing at shadows. Dogs on the way to the pound. They only communication they needed was Robin's nails biting into the meat of Steve's shoulders.

They both jumped as the back doors were thrown open. Steve didn't make it very far, his reflexes dulled by the haze of pain. By the time he had even forced himself to sit up, Robin's knee was digging itself into his neck as she scrambled to press herself to the front of the cabin. Steve could see nothing in the bright light, his eyes refusing to adjust with the extrahuman speed he'd only just grown used to.

"Welcome to Lafayette power plant, kiddos," a voice said.

A man stood before them in a lab coat, two men in hazmat suits flanking him. Steve squinted, trying to remember the faces of Brenner and the host of other scientists that had followed in his wake. It definitely wasn't Brenner before him, unless he had gained several dozen pounds and lost a few inches along the way, but there had simply been too many in and out of Hawkins to know if he'd met this man before.

The urge to bare his teeth swelled up in Steve, but he was busy taking in the guns in the lackeys' hands, polished black standing out against the yellow of their suits. They were bigger than Ritter's, and Steve had no interest in repeating a once in a lifetime experience. He just held himself very, very still.

"I understand you must be very confused," the man continued, a genuinely sympathetic expression crossing his face. It left a bad taste in Steve's mouth. The man in front of him was a little older than Dr. Owens had been, and he had the air of someone's kindly grandfather. It had always unsettled Steve than the scientists who hung around Will were so genial, so kind to the other kids-- It seemed that every adult who smiled at a kid, these days, was more a danger to them than the ones that screamed and threw things. "I'm sorry that things got so out of control, but I promise you that everything will become clear very soon. Please, come with me."

The man stepped back, gesturing to the floor-- Concrete, Steve noted, peering around the hazmat suits, they were in some kind of parking garage -- as if he expected them to clamber out without an explanation.

"Who are you?" Robin asked, peeking around Steve.

"Apologies for my lapse in manners," the scientist said. There was something vaguely wrong about his voice, a lilt that Steve couldn't place. It sounded refined, one of the languages that Steve's mother was always trying to learn two or three weeks at a time. "My name is Carter McCann, and I run this laboratory. I assure you both that you're in excellent hands."

In saying so, he offered Robin a hand. When she hesitated, his face transformed into a kindly, wry smile. "I'll remind you, miss, that you don't have much of a choice."

Steve's stomach sank as Robin took McCann's hand and gingerly crawled out of the back of the van.

McCann was right, though; They had very little choice in the matter. After Robin left the van, one of the hazmat suits unarmed himself to crawl in after Steve. Without a single word, they hauled him out of the van and into a waiting wheelchair. As kind as the gesture was, Steve knew it was one of two things: Either they didn't think he had the strength to fight back, or they were trying to remind him of that very same fact. Either way, they were right on that count, too. Steve would have prefered to walk, but he didn't have the energy for even that, at the moment. Especially not when Robin's shirt was the only thing keeping his thigh together.

"Are we ready to go?" McCann chirped as Steve was settled into the chair, and then began walking away without an answer. Robin followed him, after hesitating and throwing a glance over her shoulder at Steve. Steve had genuinely no idea how she was holding it together; If it had been his first time dealing with all of this, he probably would have started screaming and throwing punches before the old guy had even introduced himself.

Then again, Steve thought as one of the hazmats began pushing his chair to follow after McCann, she had spent the first fifteen years of her life knowing she was something akin to a fox demon, so perhaps it wasn't that odd after all.

Their strange little group moved through the grime and shadow slowly, nothing but concrete and a few flickering lights overhead. The walls were solid and thick, with no indications of the outside world or even the door they'd come in through-- Only a single set of metal double doors at the edge of the light, starkly modern and shining against the gloom of the garage.

"What is this place?" Robin said, as they approached the doors.

"As I said before, we're a power plant--" McCann began, but Steve interrupted.

"You don't have to lie to us," Steve said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Fucking adults, always assuming everyone around them was stupid enough to believe their bullshit. "I've been in the tunnels under Hawkins."

"Ah, yes. I was told of your... previous knowledge, Mr. Harrington," McCann said. There was a toxic nonchalance to his voice, one that Steve was more than aware of. It was his mother's favorite tone, one that said if Steve wanted to get himself in trouble, she was happy to just sit there and watch him do it. Steve didn't know if this man scared or irritated him. As they came upon the door, he continued, "Well, if we're being completely candid, then this is nominally a replacement for the Hawkins facility. It shouldn't surprise you that it's not the only one of it's kind, but, well-- The government suddenly had money burning a hole in their pocket when they stopped having to fund Owens' justice brigade. More than that, they suddenly had a blind spot the size of the Midwest. Not exactly a good look."

"So you're just doing the same shit Brenner did?" Steve asked, frowning. He had thought that they would at least be smart enough to not repeat their mistakes. Steve-- and most of their little family --knew that at the very least El, Kali, and a few of their other siblings were safe. But to the government, or Owens, at least, the entire thing had been a colossal waste of money. Not only had they lost every experiment, most of them dying before their powers could even be properly studied, a large portion of their workforce had died with them. Steve had known nothing as pitiful as morals could inspire the American military complex, but he thought they'd at least have a little respect for their own bottom line.

"Oh, I would say I'm doing much better than Brenner," McCann said. He gestured to the hazmat suit that had taken up position next to Robin, and they stepped forward to open the door. "If you're referring to the goal of his work, however, then yes-- We even have several of the, ah, surviving scientists on our payroll."

The doors opened, white floors and hallways spilling out before them. It was a large, spacious room, larger than any power plant had a right to be-- Steve could even see more of it in the back, where the large, open space broke off into branching hallways. Or maybe the room wasn't as big as it seemed, maybe it was just full. Because the scientists inside were so crammed in they were standing shoulder to shoulder, gathered around glass cubes. Cages, Steve thought, peering at the shadowy figures inside, like zoo exhibits. Something too dangerous for a cell or a fence.

The hazmat suit pushed Steve forward, taking advantage of the space between two frazzled scientists. Robin and the others were close behind, but Steve couldn't look back; Through the shifting lights above, the shapes within the glass were finally starting to take shape. He didn't know how he had missed it before. There was only one thing that sickly grey, muscles still moving under rotting skin. Maybe it was the lack of aggression that had made his mind dismiss it-- It stayed in the corner of its cell, petals curled in over it's terrible, blooming maw.

Steve didn't know what was more horrific-- Seeing a demogorgon under bright hospital lights, or seeing one sick.

"Jesus Christ, what is-- That's not a W--" Robin stuttered.

"This is most of the work we've achieved here," McCann said.

Steve felt his hands beginning to shake as he looked to the cell to his right. A little bigger than the last, it held a small pack of demodogs. They were nothing like he had imagined them in the dark. They still unsettled him, especially now that he could truly appreciate how human pieces of them looked, but it was hard to be terrified of literally anything sleeping in a pile. They didn't even bother to bare their teeth at scientists with their nose pressed to the glass.

And then, on their right, were things that Steve had never even seen before. He wasn't sure if El and the rest had seen glimpses, but it was nothing like Steve had gone up against-- Democreature, Wesen, or otherwise. A few of them fluttered against the glass with emaciated, leathery wings. They, at least, seemed to still have energy to them. Their opposite was held in the largest cell, in the furthest corner, a creature so large and unmoving that Steve couldn't tell its head from its tail.

"That's the worst thing I've ever seen," Robin said, voice shaking, and Steve had to agree.

"Oh, that?" McCann hummed, surveying the large mass of grey flesh before dismissing it with a shrug. "Those are the weapons that are going to protect the future of America. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about. I'm sure Mr. Harrington will fill you in later."

Steve ignored the searching glances that Robin was throwing at him. He could barely process what he was seeing; How was he supposed to offer her any comfort? This was proof, then, that the government knew much more about the Upside Down than El. Much more, in fact, than they had bother to even hint at to Hopper. They knew how to capture these creatures alive, knew how to keep them docile. Even worse, what were they going to do to the rest of the world when they figured out how to do more?

"Let's go to my office," McCann suggested, when neither of his guests seemed inclined to say anymore.

They moved through the large room even slower than they had the parking garage. Steve knew it was on purpose, some pathetic play of McCann's, but he wasn't sure what the man really got out of it. Robin didn't know enough to know the true power on display here, and Steve's rebellious spirit had been more than quelled by the sluggishly bleeding bullet wound in his thigh. There was no benefit to deliberately scaring the shit out of them.

The lack of logic didn't make them go any faster. They moved at an ant's space across the room, between nearly every display case. Robin gawked in horror, and Steve kept his eyes on his shoes, stomach churning. He was suddenly grateful that the democreatures didn't have eyes; It seemed a blessing to him that they had no way to communicate please.

The demodogs were the worst of it. Sure, Steve had taken a few out himself, but he hadn't wanted them to suffer. Besides, after seeing them run past him and Mike without attacking, and seeing Dustin's stupid pet actually let him go-- It was hard to see them as mindless monsters. Steve had kind of categorized them in his own mind the way he would a wolf, or some kind of big cat. He didn't want them around his kids, he definitely didn't want to have to fight another one, but he also didn't want to see one die slowly, experimented on until it eventually died.

They finally made it to one of the hallways, and Steve chanced a look up, only to find the walls themselves were half-glass. The windows peered into operating rooms, like the old-fashioned surgery theaters that they had learned about in school. It had been the only interesting part of biology, but Mr. Yarbrough had droned on and on about the indignity of it all, and how at some point they had valued knowledge over life. Steve could only see one thin arm, the sick spay of a ribcage, before he looked back down.

If he ever got out of this, he would have to have a long talk with Dustin about not keeping anymore specimens for "science". Steve didn't think he had the stomach for it anymore.

Finally getting to the office was a relief. Sure, Steve was fairly certain he was about to have the worst night of his life, here, but at least the grand tour was over. The office itself was blessedly simple-- It looked a lot like his dad's study at home, actually. Degrees and certificates on the wall, dusty, untouched books, and an overly comfy chair behind the desk. He was sure McCann was very comfortable here. It was probably soundproofed, so he didn't have to hear the screams.

"Please, sit down," McCann said, gesturing to the small chair next to the door. The hazmat suits pushed Steve's wheelchair to sit beside it, so Robin obediently slid into it. "Thank you, boys, you may leave us."

The hazmat suits filed dutifully out of the room, Robin and Steve watching them go in silence. What they had just seen had obviously shaken Robin just as badly as it had Steve, though he doubted it was for the same reasons. Strangely, McCann suddenly seemed as nervous as they both did. He paced the length of his office for a moment, lips pursed, before he finally sat down in his chair. All the affected genality had fled from his face, replaced with the grave stare of practiced most commonly by preachers and principals. It was the stare of someone who desperately wanted to be taken seriously, and Steve-- Steve wasn't sure he wanted to fight him on that, for once.

"Now, I'm sure you both have questions. Despite the standard my predecessors have set," McCann said, frowning. "I'm more than happy to answer a few of them for you. In return, I only ask that you're equally honest with me."

It was probably a trick. Steve knew enough to know that with McCann's type, it was always a trick of some kind. Steve also knew, however, that he would never be smart enough to fight McCann at his own game. If he was really aiming for a battle of wits, though, maybe just telling the truth would be enough to throw the guy off, though. Steve didn't think he had anything left to lose, at this point. "We know about the kids, if that's what you're curious about. More than fifty in the last year," Steve said, shaking his head. "Did you really think no one would pick up the trail?"

If Steve's words had offered any provocation at all, McCann certainly didn't respond to it. He only sighed, and recited as if he had said it a million times,"I can assure you, Mr. Harrington, that everything we do here is for the greater--"

"We're not the only ones, and there will be others very soon," Robin said, quickly. Steve tried not to wince. He'd never been on this side of things before-- They didn't really let him in on the science and talking parts of their little adventures --but he'd learned a little about negotiation growing up. Even if you were threatening someone, and in business you almost always were, you didn't start with that. Still, he let her speak; Maybe a little agression would scare someone as soft as McCann. "Someone will break the story, even if we never come back."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. We have agents looking for Erica Sinclair and your other friends-- I'm assuming the younger one was Dustin Henderson?" McCann asked, raising an eyebrow at Steve. "We also have eyes on everyone involved in all that nonsense last year. I can assure you, nothing about this will be hitting the newstands anytime soon."

Steve didn't buy that for a moment. Sure, he didn't doubt that they knew Dustin's name, maybe even had his address in a file somewhere, but there was no way they had eyes on all five of the kids who weren't with Eddie. They didn't even know that El was alive, and he was pretty sure that Hopper had kept the cabin in someone else's name--

"So tell me, Steven," McCann said, with a sickly smile, "how is it possible that my boys found three Wesen in the Sinclair's yard, when all the reports from Brenner's unit have assured me that their experiments were the only Wesen in Hawkins?"

"Well that's a stupid question," Steve said before his brain could remind him it was a bad idea. Still, it was a lot like asking why there were people who liked baseball in every town without the government knowkng about it; There wasn't exactly a box to check on the census. It seemed ridiculous that they knew enough about the Upside Down to have monsters locked up like zoo animals, but knew even less than Steve had a few months ago. "You know from the other kids you've stolen that they're not that uncommon. Besides, Hawkins a much bigger place than it looks. Lots of people like to keep to themselves, and they're not exactly the kind of people the government would have eyes on."

"And you--" McCann began, but that hadn't been the deal.

"No, I have my own questions, remember? What makes you think you can control the demogorgons?" Steve leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, even as his entire body screamed in protest. "They're not experiments, they're not Wesen, they're monsters. Why not just keep snatching kids off the street or experimenting on pregnant mothers? Why the extra risk?"

Steve already had some idea-- Like he'd already told them, continuing Brenner's work was a stupid choice. Uncle Sam had probably gotten tired of paying through the nose for failed experiment after failed experiment. The pensions and insurance payments to those grieving families couldn't be cheap, either, and adding that to the hush money they kept funneling the Byers' to keep their mouth shut about the staged death... Well. Them pivoting wasn't the strange part. What struck Steve was the idea of pivoting to something even riskier; El and the other kids had only been controlled for so long because they were children, and children who didn't have anyone else to look up to. They were controlled the same way all abused kids were, no matter how powerful they were.

But these scientists weren't Dustin Henderson. There was no way they were coddling and hand feeding these monsters from infancy, so there would be no good feelings to stop them from being torn to shreds when the demodog stage came. So what was the payoff? What made this risk, with stakes unimaginably high, a better bet than the stupidity they'd already buried themselves in?

McCann sighed, rubbing a hand over his over his tired eyes. "You have no idea what you're asking me to admit, kid." He looked at Steve, shrugging."Tell me on thing, kid. What makes you think they're not already under my control?"

Then Steve made a series of very deliberate mistakes. It wasn't anger that inspiredthem; The adrenaline fueled rage of the woge didn't settle over him, nor the flushed embarassment that had always made him act stupid as a kid. Instead, it was simply an acknowledgement in the back of his head, a tiny logical voice that spoke of all the wonderful things chaos would bring. It almost always said the same thing, and though it was usually aimed at his father, Steve couldn't deny that it fit McCann as well.

This is a bad man, the voice always said, and he's going to hurt you no matter what you say or do. You might as well have a little fun first.

Steve forced a woge. He'd never done it before, didn't like the idea of what it did to his Wesen friends or what it might do to the humans. It was usually a gut reaction, an unfortunate reflex, but now he pushed. It felt a little like overextending his shoulder, a little like thinking a little too long about why math worked, a little like holding back tears. And then he blinked, and Steve knew his eyes were a solid, smoky black.

"You know anything about Grimms, McCann?" Steve said, his lips curling in human approximation of a Blutbad's snarl. "I know about monsters. It's kinda the whole gig."

McCann, to his credit, didn't flinch. Steve had half a mind to be disappointed, but he supposed it made sense-- A teen with black eyes was hardly anything when you went to work everyday with a demogorgon or five waiting for you. Instead, the old man studied him for a long, tense minute before smiling.

"I have to admit, Mr. Harrington, it's very fortunate for us that you've fallen in our lap like this," McCann said. The stress had left his face, leaving him looking years younger. Even his wrinkles looked lighter.

"That's a weird way to say that you shot him," Robin said. It was the first time she'd spoken since they'd come in, and Steve was relieved that it was as snarky and stupid as ever. Maybe she wouldn't be entirely traumatized by the time Hopper and the calvary showed up.

McCann, of course, ignored her. "Every Wesen we've ever talked to has had things to say about the Grimms," he said. "It's the kind of thing they bring up, when they start talking about the perfect weapons."

Ugh. 'Serial killer' had been bad enough, but being referred to as a weapon left a new kind of distate in Steve's mouth. Maybe he wasn't human, anymore, but he wasn't a knife in someone's hand, either. "I'd go with a Siegbarste, myself," he said, thinking back to Otis' journal. "Grimms aren't known for taking direction well."

"Until today I had no proof that Grimms weren't extinct," McCann said, with a shrug. "There was even a theory, in some of the higher offices, that you were merely myth amongst the Wesen. The savage do have a tendency to deify violence, after all. And yet, here you are."

"I'm here because I have a job to do. One that includes making sure that every Wesen kid in Hawkins goes home safe at night. This is Wesen law," Steve stressed. He still hadn't gotten the entire scoop on the Wesen Royals from Robin-- Sue him, they'd been a little busy --other than the fact that they were human for some unfathomable reason. The way Otis and even his parents had written about them, however, said that they weren't to be fucked with. Which was saying something, really, because his dad never admitted to bowing to any man. Not even Reagan. Hell, there were probably Gods that Bradley Harrington would call a sissy.

"He's right," Robin said immediately, her usual cadence increased until she could barely be understood. "I'm not sure how much about this you guys know-- or how much they know about you guys -- but we do have our own governing body, and one that has startlingly powerful jurisdiction in the Midwest, and--"

Alright, she was losing the plot a little bit. "You're releasing demogorgons--"

"Demogorgons?" McCann repeated, baffled.

Steve barreled on. "--in my territory, and kidnapping children under my care, and I have the legal right to at least know why I wasn't contacted about this."

"The royals don't really care about the day to day lives of Wesen, but they take hunting territory disputes very seriously," Robin said. Steve and McCann turned to look at her as one. It was the first Steve was hearing about this, but it explained why his parents never had a problem keeping Hawkins in check. It call into question why the hell they kept leaving, though.

He didn't like the way McCann's eyes were twinkling with ideas, either.

"You know, I honestly thought you government guys were smarter than this," Steve snapped. "All these experiments to make the perfect weapon, and all they ever seem to do is kill your own guys. Maybe some citizens from time to time, but no one useful. How the hell does this project stay funded?"

"Do you know where the creatures--" McCann paused. "Demogorgons, you called them? Do you know where the demogorgons come from, Harrington?"

"... We call it the Upside Down," Steve said, frowning.

"You're talking about the pocket dimension experiment Eleven created?" Steve tried not to flinch as McCann said her name, tried not to look at Robin at all. He trusted her, completely, but Eleven's secrets weren't his to tell. It seemed cruel that all of them were about to be laid out by this asshole, and Steve couldn't even begin to stop it without blowing El's cover. "I can see why you would assume so, but a blighted universe inhospitable to all other forms of life is very unlikely to form multiple species of sentient creatures within less than a decade of existence. Yes, yes, they travel through the pocket dimension-- Some of the hardier species have set up permanent residence. But how did they get there?" McCann seemed excited to share the information, like a teacher who enjoyed their job just a little too much-- As if he had been waiting all this time to have a literally captive audience, one who couldn't roll their eyes or request a transfer afterward. The more Steve got pulled into this shit, the more he realised that spy movies weren't stupid or lazy for the little cliches they always pulled. Most shit was explosive, there was always a big, red button and, most importantly, evil people loved to explain themselves. With big words no one else in the room understood, preferably.

"I'm assuming you're going to tell me," Steve muttered.

"The specimens in this facility have never been anywhere but here. Certainly not in a contaminated hellscape where I have no control over their enviroment," McCann sniffed. As if Steve, who had only passed senior physics because Dustin had tutored him on how to calculate acceleration three weekends in a row, had the qualifications to judge his method. "Enviromental variables are very important in this kind of work, you know--"

"You're telling me you created the monsters?"Steve said. "Why? Who the fuck would do that?"

"You know why, Steven."

Fucking money, then. Or power, which roughly translated to the same thing. It didn't matter whether McCann meant it personally or patriotically-- Either way, it boiled down to the fact that the US needed weapons, and McCann and Brenner and a dozen other assholes were willing to give it to them.

The idea that someone had created the demogorgons was almost too much for Steve to truly process, but not because the government was too principled to try. No, Hopper had more than filled him and Nancy in on MK Ultra, and what had been done to people in it. Not just unborn children like El, but others, too-- College students and prisoners and elementary schoolers and soldiers and just about anyone else they could get their hands on. Hopper had seen some shit in Vietnam, had heard even crueler shit about Korea from his buddies, and there was even more gossip waiting at the VA when he made it back stateside. Murray had told Hop even worse things, worse even than what Steve could barely pry out of Hop after a few beers. Eventually Steve had given up, convinced that he really didn't want to know.

It was the kind of thing Steve would have scoffed at before, dismissed as easily as horror stories of ghosts or angels. He'd seen much weirder than a few soldiers tripped out on LSD now, though, and it was hard to deny a conspiracy when you were holding one's hand during grace every Monday night.

Steve took a deep breath, shaking his head. "Okay, then. Okay. Fucking how?"

"Now that is a good question," McCann said, a condescending smile spreading across his face. "Tell me, are you aware how your friend experiment Eleven came to be?"

Steve frowned. "You put hexenbiest DNA into human babies."

"No," McCann said, shaking his head. "No, that was quite beyond Brenner's capabilities, at first. They put hexenbiest DNA into a mellifer baby. You see, when the US government started funding research into the wesen after the first world war, they realised very quickly that interbreeding rarely worked amongst them."

"In natural interspecies relationships, the children always presented as one species or another. In very rare cases, children were born with all three sets of DNA-- human, and both sets of wesen --but those children tended to die before adolescence. Project Indigo was intended to make a perfect human weapon: blending two or more sets of wesen DNA into one. They started with hexenbiest and zauberbiest because it was the closest to human DNA, and therefore the easiest to work with."

An ache was begininng to set in behind Steve's eyes, one that went much deeper than the exhaustion and dehydration he'd already been dealing with. It felt like being shrouded in acidic fog, the world beyond just a step further to the left then it was supposed to be. The words McCann kept throwing at him made sense individually, but when strung together mattered very little to Steve-- It didn't matter one way or another how they had experimented on El, except when he had to hold her hand after the nightmares. She was still El. Finding out that they had been slightly wrong about what kind of wesen they used to create her was much less shocking than finding out what a wesen was in the first place.

Of course, as almost always was the case, the confusion held a hot core of anger within. Steve loved that small kernel of flame. He stoked it, let it eat up all the rest.

"What the hell does that have to do with demogorgons?" Steve asked, glowering.

"We found it's much the same when there are children born from a human and wesen--" McCann continued, uncaring, "Except that the children are almost always human, in that case. You can imagine what the next set of experiments were."

"Jesus Christ," Robin breathed. She sounded horrified, knowing, and Steve's gaze snapped towards her. She didn't look at him, though, her wide eyes locked on McCann. "That's what you've been doing with the kids."

Steve watched the blood drain from her face, leaving her shaken and pale. "What? What is he talking about?"

"The process isn't quiet perfected yet, as Dr. Brenner's notes were quiet... erratic, towards the end, there, but we're working on it. Soon--"

McCann continued prattling on, talking about his hopes for a future army, and Steve glared at the floor. What was he missing? He was unsure how this had anything to do with the demogorgons, so forget that, just for the moment. Focus on the children. McCann had been taking equal amounts of wesen and human children for months, now-- Maybe years. And not pregnant teens, like El's mother, or even babies. That was the main issue that Steve kept coming up against, really; El and Dustin had explained the DNA thing to him so many times that Steve was pretty sure that even he understood it.

It shouldn't have worked, whatever McCann was talking about. It made sense, with El-- They had melded Mellifer and Hexenbiest DNA into one hybrid, but they had left the human DNA alone. Steve hadn't paid a lot of attention in biology, but he understood, roughly, why it had worked. She was still a Wesen, still had the 96 strands of human DNA and the extra however many from being Wesen. But these kids... They weren't fetuses, still being built from the ground up. Changing their DNA would be rough on anyone, and even worse, Steve wasn't sure it could even be done to the humans. They just didn't have enough space.

Where was all that extra information even supposed to go? Were they just shoving extra chromosomes in there somewhere? Or, even worse, were they getting rid of the human parts in order to make more room for the Wesen? What happened, if someone's human eye genes were replaced with the code for Wesen teeth? What happened if you had the information for Wesen teeth and human teeth in the same strand? What got left out? What happened to their bodies as they mutated, as they went from normal, healthy little kids, and their bodies started changing? In a perfect world, Steve would like to imagine that things went well. That it had hurt, maybe, but they came out alright in the end. That playing God had gone fine, actually, and now he just had to make sure they couldn't be used as weapons.

But the cynical parts of Steve were sure that whatever had happened, it had created something more monstrous than nature ever could. Something sick and dying, even if it was stronger than the some of its parts. Something that he would never be able to save, no matter how hard he tried.

The pieces of the puzzle clicked together a little slower than he would have liked, but by the time Steve had pulled another shaking breath into his lungs, he knew the truth. He'd already seen the kids. They'd been right in front of him as McCann had marched them in-- The sick creatures in the cages, the missing kids-- It wasn't two stupid decisions, two equally repugnant attempts to further the American empire. It was one.

The demogorgons were humans. Maybe the dogs, too, or the others, though his stomach turned to think of how they had managed to create a monster that small. Had they always been human? Had Steve been driving his bat into the bones and muscle of a human, too twisted and sick to reason? God, did they even have vocal chords anymore? Would they have been able to tell him if they were still in there somewhere? How many people had Steve killed?

How many people had these government fuckers killed, actually? How far back did this go? How long had they been taking people from Hawkins? Because Will wasn't the first or the last kid to disappear that year in Indiana, although he was one of the few who had come back. Had even that first one been some sick child? How many people 'died' in Hawkins every year? How many democreatures had they been able to make? How many of the people he had grown up with, had seen every day, were turned into weapons?

And they had never found Barb's body.

Steve fought the bile rising in the back of his throat to choke out, "Barb Holland?"

Next to him, Robin inhaled a sob.

"That is not a name I am familiar with, however..." McCann shrugged. "It's been a long few years, Steven. It's impossible to remember every name."

It was the worst thing he could have said. It would have destroyed Steve to have it confirmed, but at least he would have known. At least they would have finally found answers, real answers not from an echo of a dream in an alternate reality-- He would vomit and he would cry and he would hold Nancy's hand when he told her, but they would have something. Some kind of closure. But there was nothing. No ending, no relief, just the cold apathy of concrete and shrug. They might have killed Nancy's best friend, might have ruined Steve's life, might have turned a sweet, brilliant girl into a mindless weapon, and McCann couldn't even be bothered to remember a fucking name.

Helplessness swallowed Steve. It was worse than what had captured him this morning; That had been paired with panic and anger, at both himself and the men he was hunting. That was gone now, because what had it gotten him? The grief was all he could feel. Steve slumped in his chair, panting as he tried to breathe again, but the air was getting too thick. Thick enough that it clung to his skin and burned his eyes, sticky in a way he couldn't shrug off.

Though they had no way of knowing, the sky above the power plant began to darken. Dark clouds sprung from nothing, swirling closely enough to block out the setting sun.

Even if there had been windows, Steve probably wouldn't have noticed. He didn't even notice that Robin had woged until she leapt for him. Her claws dug into his arm as she shook him, begging him to stop. Stop what? Steve blinked at her, mind churning wearily. Nothing made sense anymore. Barb was dead, and it hadn't been a mistake that had caused it, or even mindless violence. The Hollands had to bury an empty casket because the man in front of him had helped Brenner spirit her away, helped him mutilate her.

Robin was crying, and still begging, but Steve didn't know how to make it stop.

He heard the roar of demogorgon from the main lobby, the voices of frightened men, the chattering of creatures he didn't have names for. Beyond them, there was crying. Somewhere in this building, there were children crying-- Human children, maybe, or Wesen kids still cognizant enough to be themselves.

Steve looked up, black eyes thick with smoke. "I'm going to fucking kill you," he promised McCann.

Without breaking eye contact, McCann leaned over and spoke into the intercom built into the side of his desk. "Get Mr. Harrington into the specimen prep room, and make sure he's ready for Dr. Curtis. I need to have a talk with this young lady alone."

"No!" Despite himself, Steve stood-- His legs shook, his heart pounded, but he took two stumbling steps towards McCann's desk anyway. He didn't make it very far before the hazmat suits came back through the door, one of them grabbing Robin by the shoulders. The other approached Steve slowly, hands extended, like they were approaching a frightened dog. "No, fuck you-- Robin!"

Whatever strength Steve had gained in the van, he'd wasted it going after McCann. It only took one guy to pull him out of the office, and the suit had barely had to try. All it had taken was one gentle hand on his stomach, pushing insistently, and he was back in the chair. They wheeled him away, one hand clamped on his shoulder to keep him in his place. They didn't even bother acknowledging Steve's struggle to wriggle out of his grasp.

When Steve's lungs burned too keenly to keep going, he collapsed back against the chair. His chest heaved, sweat beading at his hairline and the back of his neck. He hadn't felt this tired in months, and even his concussions had been minor echoes. Parts of him were starting to shut down, Steve realized, trying to prioritize the more important functions-- The parts of him that were focused on keeping itself alive. He didn't know much about wound care, didn't know much about guns at all, but something in Steve told him that if he hadn't been a Grimm, his body wouldn't be handling this so well.

"Where are you taking me?" Steve gasped between heaves. The suit didn't bother answering.

He was pushed through a maze of solid white hallways, windows into empty operating rooms and laboratories lining the way. Nothing was labeled, there were no signs-- Steve had to blearily wonder if a photographic memory was part of the evil scientist recruitment package, or if the reason they kept fucking up was because no one knew where everything was. He thought about asking the hazmat guy, but he didn't really think they'd answer.

Just as the walls and the windows and the empty grey doorways were starting to blur together, the wheelchair took a hard left turn. A tall metal roller door, built into the wall, began raising as they moved forward. The flimsy metal rattled as it rose, revealing a door that seemed a few years older than the rest of the building. It was just as clean, but in a way that Steve could tell someone put an offer into keeping it that way. The labs and office had seemed like they had sprung up over night, completely untouched, but here, the tile was yellowing and chipped in places. All the equipment, from the hospital beds in the corner to the microscope on the table looked used, if well-maintained. The ceiling-- Steve's head spun when he looked up, but he was pretty sure the ceiling was stained. Or rusted, maybe. If Steve was really lucky, that would be rust.

A woman stuck her head out of a small, orange door in the far corner. She didn't look like an evil scientist. For one, Steve was pretty sure that most of the evil scientist community were male. Was that sexist? Probably, but he didn't know if it was sexist in the way that assuming women were bad at sports was, or if it was like when women had to become nurses instead of doctors. He didn't know if he had the brain power to figure that out right now; He would have ask Robin about it, later. If they both survived.

Steve thought that maybe the blood loss was starting to get to him.

Anyway, the point was, the woman didn't look much like a scientist at all. Sure, she had on all the same gear McCann did, but surely someone this short couldn't be evil. Surely evil people didn't have soft, matronly curves and the same haircut as Mrs. Henderson. Surely someone who looked like she should be at home making cookies for her grandchildren wouldn't be experimenting on someone else's children.

Wait. Was that sexism again?

"What have you got for us today?" she asked. She hadn't bothered to come out of the door entirely, as if she wasn't sure if Steve was worth her full attention yet.

"Dr. McCann has a specimen for you. Grimm," the suit said, with none of the warmth geniality the woman had offered. "He wants you to the usual stitch and run."

"A Grimm?" And, alright, maybe the way her grin widened as she finally slipped out the door pinged Steve's evil radar a little. She was just showing a little too much teeth, you know? Her bright eyes narrowed on Steve as she stepped forward, reminding him a little of Nancy-- On practiced instinct, Steve froze. It had never been the right move with Nance, but this woman didn't have to know that. "He's a little banged up, don't you think?"

"He came in like this," the suit said, sounding bored. Steve felt a hysterical moment of sympathy for the person inside. It must be awful being surrounded by mad scientists all day when you don't even have a passion for human experimentation. "Besides, he's lived for two hours like this, now. If he was gonna die, he'd have already done it."

"I don't think that's true," Steve offered, because. Well. He didn't.

The woman hummed under her breath. "I did read that Grimm have increased durability, but I didn't think it applied to wounds already sustained..."

"Yeah, me too," Steve slurred. "Didn't read anything about increased blood in my body, though, so if I'm going to die, I'd really rather get it over with."

A small huff came out of the suit, and they pushed Steve foward gently towards the woman. "Look, I'm going back to Dr. McCann. Do whatever you want with the Grimm. It's not my ass on the line if he croaks."

"Bye," Steve said as the suit walked away, his fingers wiggling uselessly on the wheelchair arm.

The woman looked down at him, a warm, motherly smile on her face. "Well, Mr. Grimm, I'm very pleased to meet you. My name is Dr. Curtis, and I'm going to be making sure you're all better. And then we get to figure out what makes you tick!"

"Yay," Steve mumbled, closing his eyes. For two years, he'd been able to dodge crazy scientist duty. Two fucking years. He'd never known how good he had it.

Dr. Curtis called a few people out of the back, opening the yellow door she'd appeared through briefly. Two men followed her out of the book room, both younger than her. They didn't fit the evil scientist look, either-- They were both younger than any of the others Steve had seen, and they looked more like the nerds even Steve hadn't had much luck in defending than villains. Then again, he guessed that was a pretty good reason to become a villain, if he was ranking them. A better reason than 'the president asked me to,' at the very least.

The men picked Steve up and laid him on one of the nearby beds, the same wordless manhandling the suits had employed all night. It had been irritating, earlier, but now it was something of a relief to be treated like an object. Steve didn't think he'd be able to find the words to answer a question properly right now, anyway.

"It looks like the bullet is still in his leg," Dr. Curtis said, sliding on a pair of blue gloves. "We'll have to take that out first."

"Is that gonna hurt?" Steve asked, staring up at the ceiling and those fucking brown stains again.

"Almost definitely," she answered.

"Oh, good," Steve said, and fainted.

His dreams were wild and discordant. None of it made any sense, not even in messed up dream logic, which always made sense, a little-- If only because it was just his own brain, reflected back on itself. This dream was confusing, and a little frightening, because he was barely even in it. There was no Steve in the haze of his mind, nothing to see or touch or hear with. It was all a blurry haze of red stains and black smoke, ocassionally interrupted with such sharp pain that Steve was sure he was about to wake up, only for the smoke to envelop him once again.

At one point, he thought he caught a glimpse of something real from the corner of his eye. Except it wasn't his eye, really, because he wasn't there. It was like watching a video, or something, if the TV was your entire brain. No part of him existed outside of that vision, until that little flicker of something, something whole and real and living. He only caught the edge of a breath, and he wondered if they were coming to save him, but then the red swallowed them up so quickly that Steve only caught the shadow of their form, and--

Steve woke up, rolled over, and vomited off the side of the bed.

"Well, Mr. Harrington, I would be disappointed at the mess, but honestly I'm just impressed you're with us at all."

He looked up, squinting through teary eyes to find Dr. Curtis hovering near the end of his bed. She looked more like the evil professional Steve had expected now; She had on a new, starched labcoat and in her hand she held a clipboard and pen.

"I was supposed to die," Steve croaked. He'd meant it as a question, but he supposed it only made sense that it hadn't come out as one-- He'd known the answer already.

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," Dr. Curtis said, stepping around to the vomit-less side of the bed. With gentle hands, she arranged Steve to lay back down, smoothing the thin sheets back over his chest. "Your healing abilities stopped the bleeding once we got the bullet out and stitched you up. We fixed up where your friend got her claws into you, too. How are you feeling?"

"Better," Steve said. He took a deep breath, and surprised himself when it didn't hurt. It was only after it was over that he could pinpoint the ways his body had been failing him: His chest didn't hurt, now, and his heart rate was back to normal. He could focus on things more easily, and his brain wasn't trying to slide away from him with every thought. He was still in pain, but it didn't reach him the way it should have. It was more of a presence than a feeling, like something had taken up residence in his body but wasn't making too much noise.

The pressure was familiar, half the days he had even been able to make it out of bed after Billy had been because the pain had finally receded into this gentle, insistent presense. It was the only reason he had been able to help Dustin out in getting to the Snow Ball, the only reason it wasn't impossible to get himself to those doctor visits. Steve was beginning to think his Grimm durability had been forcing him to survive things that should have killed him longer than he had known.

"Well, I am going to have to ask more in-depth questions than that, but... That can wait until later. Do you have any other wounds?" Dr. Curtis asked. Steve threw her a brief, incredulous look. He hadn't had to peek under the sheets to know he was naked under there. Surely, if he'd had anything else he would have known about it. Dr. Curtis huffed. "Look, kid, we're only asking because the next few minutes are going to be very hard, and we need to know if you have anymore injuries. Otherwise, this procedure could kill you."

Procedure, Steve thought numbly, whatever the fuck that meant. "Aren't you just going to kill me anyway, when all this is over?" He couldn't imagine them letting him out of this place alive, not after McCann had basically signed their death warrants by telling them almost everything they knew. It would be even stupider to let him stay-- A fully healed, fully grown Grimm with nothing left to lose? He'd take out at least twenty of them before they took him down again, if he could get his hands on a weapon. The scientists didn't carry guns, that he could tell, and security inside the labs seemed light. He wasn't planning on it, but if they gave him long enough to heal his leg, then he could do some serious damage to the US government's budget.

Dr. Curtis surprised him, though. "Don't be silly," she said, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Non-human specimens are much too rare to simply throw away like that. Especially ones with DNA as close to a human's as yours."

They were going to use him on the next round of babies, then. He guessed that was worth the risk, considering they had lost the entire last batch. They had used hexenbiest DNA on El, but now they had something closer to human DNA, something they could force into a Wesen without much trouble. Maybe even a human, if they tried long enough. He thought about it, a dozen kids with his eyes, being tortured every day in the name of the American dream.

Steve took a deep breath. He would have to force them to kill him before then. He wasn't sure how this DNA transfer shit worked, on a mechanical level, but he knew it was going to be a hell of a lot harder if he was dead.

They'd hooked him up to machines while he'd slept. He could feel the sticky pads of an EKG on his chest, heard the gentle beep of a heart monitor on the other side of Dr. Curtis. Steve watched her for a moment, as she frowned at something on the screen and then noted it down on her clipboard. He still didn't get it. There was no maniacal gleam in her eye. He didn't even believe she was in it for the money, really. When she looked at him, or his vitals, Steve genuinely believed she cared-- Not for him, he wasn't that stupid, but for her research. She was passionate about what she was doing here, but he had no idea why someone who cared so much about science would be working for these people. Brenner and McCann had been some of the smartest people he'd ever even heard of, but they cared about as much about science as Steve did. Even Owens hadn't given a shit, towards the end. Brenner and McCann both wanted to make the perfect weapon, wanted the praise and acknowledgement that came along with it. Owens had cared most about helping people, if Steve hadn't been reading him wrong.

So what was Curtis's plan? What was she doing here? Surely this couldn't be the best place to learn about Wesen. There had to be more out there than this.

"You know," Steve said, his voice rasping. "You don't have to do this. You got options." Not that Steve knew what they were. Robin seemed to know more about the whole royal thing, though, and her dad would definitely know about any need for a scientist in the Wesen community.

Dr. Curtis looked down at him with an arched eyebrow."Well, you seem more lucid than most of the specimens they bring me. Certainly more civilized." She lowered her clipboard and leaned against the side of his bed. "Let me walk you through what's about to happen to you."

Sighing, Steve let his head slump against the pillows, staring once again at the blood stained ceiling. "I'm good, thanks."

"Oh, come on. It's been so long since I've had a conscious audience. The younger subjects don't know what's going on, and we had to sedate the last one your age." Steve thought of that jagerbar, smiling out from his football photo, and clenched his jaw. "I'm afraid we're going to start with a bit of a doozy for you. We've found that your kind are more inclined to cooperation if we get the rougher tests out of the way first."

"My kind," Steve repeated, dully. How many of the kids they'd been chasing had been Wesen? Twenty? Twenty-five? How many kids had been in this bed, staring up at this ceiling, and had to live through whatever this woman had coming for them? Maybe she didn't have options, Steve decided. Maybe the only option she had left was that when he made his suicide run, her throat would be the first he tore out. "I'm sure I've had worse."

Dr. Curtis scoffed. "If you say so. Alright, this first test is going to establish the baseline of a Grimm's metabolism. I suggest deep breaths."

She continued to explain as her assistants filed out of the backroom. Steve didn't bother listening; He didn't think he wanted to know. He didn't want the words for it. Answers were never the thing that drove him, they just kept him up at night. Instead, Steve watched the assistants closely. They were both the nerdy guys he had seen before, with a weak shield of solemnity on their faces. He wondered if they were new here, or if they had done this before. He wondered what the turnaround was on a place like this. He hoped the jagerbar had killed a few on the way out. He hoped the democreatures had killed more.

While Steve plotted the death of scientists he'd never met, the assistants strapped his arms and legs down. He didn't fight it. Whatever small amount of energy the healing had afforded him now wouldn't even get him out of the hallway-- He had to bide his time, if he wanted to get to McCann before they killed him. Steve needed to chop the head off the snake before Hopper and the others showed up. He wasn't going to die for anything less than that.

The assistants began to set up IVs on either side of him, clear unmarked bags giving no sign of what they were about to pump into his body. He watched them unravel the tubing, prep the needles. He closed his eyes.

"We're puttinng amphetamines in the left," Dr. Curtis said. Steve didn't know exactly what that was, medically, but he knew his party drugs. Tommy had gotten his hands on it one time and felt like the king of the roost for the next week and a half. "And barbiturates on the left. Are you familiar with the process of speedballing, Mr. Harrington?"

Steve swallowed, and the steady beep of the monitor increased in tempo. "If you're going to give me heroin, I'm going to claw my own throat out."

"Don't be so dramatic," Dr. Curtis said with a sigh. She sounded disappointed that Steve had decided not to play along. "Nothing like that. We decided on a different combination. Amphetamines instead of methamphetamines, barbiturates instead of opioids. The theory is still the same, however. A stimulate and a depressive, joined in unholy union."

The assistant, carefully, slid one of the IV needles under Steve's skin. He didn't make eye contact. Maybe he had heard rumors about what a Grimm's gaze could do. Or maybe he was just a fucking coward. "And what does this have to do with your tests?"

"Well, you see, in smaller doses these two medicines are actually used to treat a number of mental illnesses. They can be lethal, however, if given too much. Given what you've just been through, I've seen the limits of your durability when it comes to your body. With this test, I'll be able to check the limits on the durability of your brain."

Dr. Curtis looked a little too proud of herself for coming up with this one, and Steve had never much cared for a smug doctor. "You could get that information from Dr. Owen's files for free," he informed her, just to watch the smirk drop. "He literally had pictures of my brain two months before I even knew what a Grimm was. You would have known that, probably, if you weren't working for the guy who killed him."

"Well," Dr. Curtis said, sniffing. "No matter. We can have another scan done when you wake up from this." She looked at the assistant to Steve's left, who had just finished setting up the second IV. "You can put him down, now."

It only took moments for exhaustion to overtake him. It probably didn't take much to knock him out, considering he almost died today, but Steve fought it with everything he was. Even as his muscles betrayed him, each one of them relaxing then going limp one by one, Steve tried to pull against the restraints. He needed to stay awake. He couldn't go under again. He needed--

Dr. Curtis murmured something to the assistant by her side, and Steve was the most awake he had ever been. Eyes flying open, every muscle in his body jerked to sudden, desperate attention. He thrashed against the bed as his limbs tensed uncontrollably, heart thundering in his chest. A growl rose in his throat, and as Steve struggled to calm his breathing, he could feel that familiar rage flood his system. It was like the woge had been set aflame, the instinct to kill and fight and maim burning in his chest like never before.

He wanted to kill Dr. Curtis so badly it hurt. Every moment she was not a dead thing at his feet, every moment he could not taste her blood, warm and metallic, on his tongue, was a knife in his ribs. Steve struggled against the leather straps, snapping his teeth at the assistants' hands as they rushed to keep him restrained--

And he was lax again, falling into the deep well of exhaustion in the back of his brain.

Steve didn't know how long he continued like that. Eventually, he could not stay awake during the lows, his body so exhausted from the highs that he had nothing left to fight with. Every few minutes, he would sleep. Every few minutes, his rage would wake him, fury tearing through his body as he tried to kill the humans watching him. When he couldn't reach them, he would claw at himself, panic rising, until they put him back to sleep again.

Eventually, they gave him too much. It was hardly a surprise. With every new dose, Steve slept harder and came back fiercer, a roar in the back of his throat before his eyes even opened. No one was shocked when the leather strap finally snapped as he seized. Dr. Curtis didn't even blink when he leapt on the first assistant, or when Steve went for the man's jugular with his teeth. She just pulled the stun gun out of her pocket, aimed, and shot.

Steve liked to think she was at least a little surprised when the first shot didn't take him down. Or the second, or the third. He'd had Dr. Curtis pinned to the wall before the second assistant, who Steve had... honestly forgotten about, in the haze of everything, jammed a needle into his neck.

He woke up on a new bed, with new straps on his arms and legs, like nothing had ever happened. Steve honestly thought it might have been a dream before he saw the blossoming bruises on Dr. Curtis's neck.

"Sorry about that," Steve said. His chest was heaving. Every breath made him feel vaguely nauseous, like his chest was too small and he didn't to vomit until his stomach could make enough room to stash his heart for a moment. "But let's be honest, you kinda deserved it."

Dr. Curtis frowned down at him, then said. "I hope this will be the ending you deserve, Mr. Harrington."

Oh, good, Steve thought, they're finally going to let me die. And then the IVs were clicked back on, and Steve felt--

Alive.

He felt alive, in the most irritating, excruciating way possible. Every nerve and cell in his body was awake at once, sending signals to his brain in a heady, dizzy rush. Steve was happy, Steve was beautiful, and in the process he was setting himself on fire. It felt amazing, and it felt like the universe was taking him apart and making a home there, and Steve was all at once sure that he was dying. Every heartbeat felt like a thousand years, and each bump sent ripples of ecstatic agony through him. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. The world held colors he'd never seen before, the air tasted like joy and light, he finally understood the meaning of love and life and--

Steve finally took a long, shuddering gasp, and the world was blessedly, beautifully grey again. He was back in his shitty, wrecked body, every sore muscle a relief. He clenched his fingers around the bed frame and sobbed when it felt like nothing but cold metal.

"You're still with us, Mr. Harrington?" Dr. Curtis asked, a touch of surprise in her voice. She'd meant to kill him. She'd almost succeeded.

Taking another long, steadying breathe, Steve muttered, "Fuck you."

"We've finished the first test, now, Mr. Harrington," Dr. Curtis said, patting his arm. "You can breathe normally now."

Steve's chest heaved, eyeing the IV still in his arm. It was the one that had turned him feral, every single time-- The other was gone, now, but they had left that one in. It seemed like a dumb choice, at first, until Steve remembered that it was also the one that made him feel most like he was two seconds away from exploding.

"You're that confident I'm not faster than you?" Steve asked, genuinely curious. He had been right about one thing about her, turned out; She genuinely loved the science. If she died in this lab, at least she would have the answers she wanted. Steve thought he might be able to respect that, if it had only been him that she was fucking around with.

He couldn't forgive her for the children.

Behind Dr. Curtis, four of those hazmat suits filed in through the door.

"That's exactly what we're trying to find out, Mr. Harrington," she said, and then turned toward the suits with a smile. "Start with his fingers."

The next few hours were light on the experimentation, heavy on the torture. Steve let himself pass out for some of it, though the scientists didn't appreciate it. They were doing things to him that Steve didn't even have names for-- The kind of things that were illegal to do even to guys you were allowed to kill. Steve didn't watch it. Didn't want to know how to do that to someone. He just held his breath and watched that blood soaked ceiling until the pain finally took him away.

They kept bringing him back, of course. That was what the amphetamines had been for. Time and again, they dragged him back out of sleep, only to find a new part of him was broken and bleeding. Then the yelling would start, or they'd do something childish like slap him-- Stay awake, they told him over and over again, 'cause Steve guessed it wasn't very fun to torture someone determined to sleep through it.

He wasn't sure what made them stop. Maybe it was that eventually the drugs just started making him cry. Maybe the suits weren't as determined to see him dead as Dr. Curtis. Maybe they just realised there wasn't anything they needed from him after all. Steve wasn't sure. He just knew that, eventually, they stopped, loaded him back into that small, rickety wheelchair, and rolled him out of the room.

Instead of returning from where they came, back towards McCann's office and the large, open room that held the democreatures, the suit pushing him continued further into the labyrinthian maze of the laboratory. Steve's head slumped against the back of the chair and he watched the white tile finally start to fade away, becoming dingier and dingier until it gave way to old, brittle concrete. They were in the original part of the lab, now, in whatever had existed in Lafayette before Brenner and his set had fallen apart. Before long, the concrete itself turned into the bars of small, clean cells.

Empty cells, Steve noted, his stomach churning.

When the suit finally pushed Steve into a cell, he was surprised to find someone already in it.

"Steve? Steve!" Robin's face was pale, her freckles stark against her skin even in the lowlight. She was still wearing Steve's shirt, still covered in his blood-- It was impossible for Steve to tell if she was unharmed, but when she saw him she leapt to her feet unfettered. "Steve! What the fuck did you do to him? Steve!" Robin was smart enough not to rush the suit or the chair, but she hovered anxiously in the cell, hands flapping weakly where they were tucked under her elbows.

"God, Robin," Steve groaned. "My head. Please. Just-- please."

"Out of the chair," the suit grunted. It wasn't the guy who had dropped him off at McCann's, Steve noted. Just another man equally as grumpy about working the whole human torture gig.

Robin frowned. "You're not going to let him keep his wheelchair? He needs that! He just got shot in the leg!"

The suit didn't sound impressed. "It's not like he's going to need it to go anywhere."

"Yeah, whatever, man," Steve mumbled, his eyes falling closed to try and stave off the rapidly onsetting migraines. "Just fucking help me down. I have a bruise on my back bigger than your head."

When the suit made no move to help, Robin rolled her eyes and rushed to Steve's side. She wasn't exactly Steve's idea of the person he wanted throwing him around when he could barely walk, but he had to give her credit where it was due: Robin didn't budge even a centimeter as he used her shoulders to lever himself out of the chair and then, slowly, down onto the concrete.

"What a dickhead," Robin hissed as she watched the suit walk out the celldoor. He locked it behind him, and left the wheelchair just out of reach.

Dickhead, Steve agreed, though he did sigh. "I don't know, I think at some point I started breaking bones," he said, because things got kinda fuzzy around the 13th dose of amphetamines. He might have been asleep for the worst of it. "I probably wouldn't have helped me either."

Robin went quiet, her eyes flashing gold as she looked Steve over in the dark. He wondered what he must look like to her, all his bruises and bandages on display. The burns where he'd been tasered couldn't stand out that much, could they? Probably not as badly as they hurt, but he knew he didn't look great.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked, because this was the longest she'd ever been quiet.

"Yeah? Y-yeah. They weren't all that interested in me, yet. I think..." Robin frowned, scratching a hand through her bangs. Her claws flashed, scraping against her scalp as she thought. "I think they must have captured fuchsbau before. They said they were still trying to figure out what kind of wesen was compatible with us, so they needed to save me for later."

"God," Steve breathed. "Let's hope they don't decide to see what we would look like together."

"Do you think--" Robin swallowed. "Do you think I'll live through it?"

"Rob, that's not--" The answer to that was simple, horrific, and probably not the one Robin expected. Steve had hours to try and think about literally anything but what was happening to his body. Somewhere along the way it had occured to him that if they wanted to create more Wesen like El, then they were going to need more subjects like El's mom. And she had lived through it, yeah-- But Steve wasn't sure that giving up El was something Terri would have chosen over living.

He couldn't tell Robin that, though. He couldn't put it in her head that it could be something that could happen to her. They were too alike; She would do the same thing he always did, and make a horrible, terrible list of all the things they would do to her to make that happen.

Steve wasn't going to let her think like that, even if it meant keeping a few things from her.

"Listen to me," Steve said. "That's not going to happen to you, okay? I won't let it."

"But if it did--" Robin began, but Steve shook his head.

"You can't think about it. You can't. We just have to think about how to get you out of here."

"How? How can we possibly--"Robin gestured to him, hands flying through the air. "Look at you, Steve. You can barely sit up."

Steve sighed, letting his head fall back against the floor. He had to admit, he was just at a loss for ideas as Robin was. He couldn't even get out of his chair by himself, much less come up with a plan to break Robin out. All he could do now was keep putting himself in between Robin and danger. That would have to be enough until Hopper came for them. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. I never wanted--"

"It's not your fault," Robin said. Her voice went husky with regret, losing its usual shrill nervousness. "You were obviously doing everything you could to keep me and Eddie out of it, even though we were both fighting it. If anyone should apologize, it's me."

"I know this is probably an awful thing to say," Steve began, reaching out to curl his fingers around Robin's wrist. "But I'm glad you're here with me now. I don't think I could do this alone. Or-- fuck, with one of the kids."

Robin glanced down at his hand, pausing before her gaze slid to the floor. They sat in silence for a moment before Robin said, "... I wonder how Eddie and the kids are doing. Do you think they made it somewhere safe?"

Steve shrugged, wincing as it pulled the skin of his bruised back. "Eddie already knows that Hop is safe," he said, "and I think he's smart enough to go there. It's Dustin I'm worried about. The little shit never knows how to sit still." The idea of Dustin or Erica anywhere near this place made Steve sick to his stomach, but at least he had the assurance that wherever they were, they hadn't been caught yet. If Eddie and the kids were in McCann's custody, Steve had no doubt that the man would be down here already, dangling the information over their heads.

"Was he like that the last time something like this happened?" Robin asked, and Steve laughed. She had no fucking idea how much Dustin's current ability to take orders was something Steve had worked for every day of the last six months.

"Yeah, he was terrible. That was the only reason we ever got close, actually," Steve said. "So I guess it's not all bad. Don't tell him I said that, though."

Robin hummed, and wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees to her chest. "How many time has this happened?"

"Only twice, I think--" Steve's eyes went unfocused as he tried to remember the details that Dustin and Nancy had told him about the big picture of the Upside Down. His role had always been background noise, in comparison, and yet somehow he was always the one who came out with the biggest bruises. Except maybe Will, if you were counting trauma. "And never this bad, at least not for me. Do you remember when Will Byers went missing? That was the first time, and that's when El showed up, looking for help. I didn't know anything about it until I was trying to apologize to my ex-girlfriend and got attacked by a demogorgon. I didn't even know about Will until months later."

"Holy shit, you fought one of those things?" Robin asked, her eyes going wide.

"Uh, yeah. I mean, Nance and Jonathan were there, too," Steve said. "Nancy did most of the damage, I guess, because she had a gun--"

"Nancy Wheeler has a gun?"

"She's got two of them," Steve corrected. "I just had this... this bat monstrosity that Jonathan made me. I call her Farrah. She lives in my car."

There was a beat, and then Robin said, "I hope you mean baseball bat, and not one of the monstrosities we saw on the way in."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Baseball bat with like nails and stuff in it." Steve sighed. If he'd thought about getting Farrah out of his trunk before they'd rushed Ritter in the Sinclair's yard, they might not be in this mess. He really needed to stop letting the Grimm instincts get in the way of his Steve instincts. "Anyway, Farrah was how I even got involved the second time. Nance and I had broken up again, and I was moping around her house like a dork, and Dustin came looking for her. Well, and me, I guess, but it was mostly about me having a weapon. He had tried to keep this... This baby demogorgon--"

"A baby?" Robin repeated.

The full implications of it hit Steve for the first time. Had Dart been human once, too, or had the abominations started breeding? Which was worse? "God. Yeah, I'm trying not to think about it," Steve said, trying to physically shake the thoughts out of his head. "Anyway, he was keeping it as a pet, until it ate his mom's cat. So then I got pulled into protecting Hawkins from Dart and all his little friends, and then... Well, things got really complicated. I'm still not entirely sure what was going on with El and Will last year. People don't really... explain things to me, you know? But apparently there's something out there, something like El, and it doesn't like the scientists, but it sure doesn't like us, either."

Robin sat with that for a moment, staring at Steve before joining him in the head shaking. "I can't believe you just...."

"What?" Steve said, a blush raising up his neck. He knew he hadn't exactly been helpful during the whole 'let's save the world!' thing, and he wasn't the best storyteller, but he didn't think it was all that bad.

"Why didn't you walk away?" Robin asked. "I would have. I would have run, actually. Screaming."

"Well..." Steve rubbed at the burns on his torso. It hurt when he tugged at them the wrong way, but they were starting to itch in a way that Steve was sure was going to drive him up the fucking wall long before the pain did. Besides, it made a good distraction for the guilt that always ate at him when he talked about this. "It was my fault, you know. When it took Barb. So. I just wanted to make up for that, I guess. I didn't want to be that guy anymore."

"Steve, I don't want to tell you how to feel, but I feel like..." Robin grimaced, thinking about Barb. Steve remembered that she had brought Barb up, once, as an accusation. Even if she hadn't meant it as one, it had felt like it. Steve didn't know exactly how Robin and Barb had known each other, but they were in the same grade. It would have probably been a lot like it would have been for him if Eddie had died out of nowhere, halfway through senior year. A pang hit Steve at the thought.

"Well, it obviously isn't the truth," Robin continued, rousing Steve from his thoughts. "If McCann was telling the truth, then..."

"I can't think about that," Steve said quickly. "I know it's awful, but it would-- It would be better if she were dead, then one of those things. I can't imagine what they would have done to her, to turn her into one, and--" He had to take a deep breath. Steve's chest still hurt from all the medication still in his bloodstream, and the more they talked, the more it felt like his heart was trying to make it out of his chest cavity. "And after the amount I've seen torn apart or set on fire? The amount that I've helped take down? I can't think about that. Barb died that night. She had to."

What else was he supposed to tell Nancy? How could he even look her in the eyes, if he decided that Barb had been turned into some kind of monster? It would just be another way he had failed her.

"You know," Robin began with a long sigh, her body curving over Steve's like an apostrophe, "Barb and I used to be best friends."

Steve blinked. "You were friends with Nancy?"

"No, dingus," Robin said, rolling her eyes. "Long before Barb and Nancy were an iconic duo, it was Robin and Barbie. We were young, too young to even know what was cool and what wasn't, and Barb was--" Robin interrupted herself with a long smile. "She was so smart, you know? And kind, but not in the way where she let people walk all over me. To us, we were the coolest, smartest girls in Hawkins. It didn't matter what the other kids said about us, or how weird we were in public. We were inseperable. But when we started getting older... When we started getting older, I guess I just got too weird for her. Next thing I know, she's holding hands with Nancy Wheeler by the monkey bars."

Well, he certainly knew how that felt. He almost laughed at the mental image, because it was so funny to imagine a girl upset that her best friend was holding hands with another girl, so funny to imagine that she might feel betrayed, or cheated. Then Steve thought about his bad habits, the way he'd make himself sick thinking about Tommy and Carol, the stupid little obsessive spirals he'd get over any male classmate who gave him the slightest bit of positive attention. Maybe it wasn't funny to him. Maybe, he thought, glancing at Robin with new eyes, it wasn't funny to Robin, either.

"It's okay. I stole Nancy back from Barb for you," Steve said, because this wasn't the kind of realization he wanted anyone to have bleeding onto a concrete floor. "Karma for your betrayal."

"And then Jonathan stole her from you?" Robin asked, before flushing. "Sorry, I--"

"No, it's fine. And no, I don't think-- God, I don't even really know. Me and Nance were broken up. Kinda. I guess. She just moved on really fast. And the thing is, I almost didn't even mind it in the moment, because at least I could stop worrying about when she was going to stop loving me after it had already happened, you know? Can't win her back, she's got a new boyfriend, book closes." Steve had been trying to explain it to anyone who would listen for the half a year now, and he still hadn't gotten any better at it. For some reason, no one ever believed that Steve wasn't still expecting Nancy to come back to him, that he had never felt entitled to her attention and time. He knew that Jonathan was doing his best to build the life Nancy wanted; Why would Steve try to stop that? "I just didn't know that it meant we couldn't be friends anymore. I keep trying, but it doesn't matter what I say or how I feel in the moment, because it always somehow turns into fighting. I feel like she makes me angry on purpose, sometimes, just so she doesn't have to talk to me anymore. Or maybe that's just the Grimm anger issues rearing their ugly head again."

Robin hummed. "It sounds like you need new friends."

"No kidding," Steve said with a snort. Understatement of the fucking year. "After all that shit senior year, though, I'm... I'm not the Steve Harrington anymore. That shit with Tommy and Billy last year was such bullshit, but really what it comes down to is that everyone else moved on, and I'm still here in Hawkins. I knew Tommy and Carol were never going to get it together, but-- But I had three entire teams of teammates, and Nicole and Susan, and they still--"

"Hey," Robin said, sharply. She flipped the hand under his over, and tangled their fingers together. "Fuck them. We can be each other's friend, then."

"That sounds nice," Steve said, before a yawn broke over him. He was so exhausted, suddenly, like Robin's touch had finally given him permission to unclench, for once. He rubbed at his face, ignoring the way the fingers on that hand still shook and ached."Sorry."

Robin hesitated, then pushed Steve's hand away from his face. "You should go to sleep for a little while. I can keep watch."

"That's not--" Steve tried to protest, but Robin shushed him.

"No, seriously, Steve. Your body needs rest if you're ever going to heal," she continued, pushing the hair back from his face. "You're going to be sore no matter what, but maybe it can get the healing to hurry up a little. I'll keep watch."

"... Okay," Steve said. He turned his head, pressing his forehead to her ankle. "Yeah, okay."

It took a little while for Steve to let himself fall asleep-- Half his body still expected to be yanked back out of it by the sick tug of medication once again. It wasn't until Robin began to rake her fingers through his sweaty, matted hair, humming under her breath, that Steve finally felt himself relax. Then, it was only a few moments before exhaustion dragged him into the depths of sleep.

He was too tired to dream. Somehow, even while sleeping, Steve was aware of that. There were no images, no feelings-- Just a deep, inky blackness all around him. Steve was unreal again, barely a concept in the flicker of his mind, but it wasn't like in Dr. Curtis's lab. The darkness was warm, now. Comforting. It had become a place where Steve could rest, letting time pass over him in a deep corner where the pain couldn't get him.

There was no way to tell how long he spent there, combing through the smoke of his own mind. It felt like hours, hours spent sifting through shadow and sand, but he couldn't be sure. What was the difference between an hour and a minute, really, when there was nothing for time to age?

Steve sat in the darkness, and bid his body to heal.

He didn't wake until the first explosion. Steve wasn't even conscious until the aftershocks were rippling through the cell, the concrete shaking under them. Robin had Steve's hands in-between both of hers, but she wasn't looking at him as he jerked back to wakefulness next to her. He watched her peer into the hallway, blinking into the light. Above them a siren began to go off.

"What the f--"

"I don't know!" Robin hissed, her voice barely a whisper under the wail of the alarm. "I don't-- It was quiet two seconds ago."

In the distance, someone screamed. Steve closed his eyes again, propping himself up on one elbow as he strained his senses. If he blocked out the sound of his own breathing, he could hear the rest of the lab-- There were a few conversations he couldn't make out, but most people were shouting for help. Multiple sets of feet against tiles. The crackling roar of a demogorgon, its overtones harmonizing with the siren.

It didn't sound anywhere close to where the scream had come from, though. Whatever was going on, the monsters weren't the problem.

"I can't hear anything," Steve said, frowning. "I mean, there's no, like, guns or anything. What the fuck caused that blast?"

Robin helped Steve sit up, her hand firm on his back. "Do you think it could be Chief Hopper?"

"I know I said Hop can go a little overboard, but I don't think he would blow up a federal building, no," Steve said. "If Dustin dragged Eddie and Erica into doing something stupid, I'm going to kill all three of them."

There was another scream, closer than before-- This one was high, guttural, and as it reached its apex it was gut short with a weak gurgle. Robin's fingers tightened around Steve's, her claws slipping out and piercing the soft backs of his hands.

"I don't think that was the kids, Steve."

Multiple sets of footsteps pounded down the steps towards them, followed by heavy breathing. Most of them were expected, the sound of someone running for their lives, but there was one that was... odd, somehow. Off-tempo. There was nothing that set alarm bells off in Steve's mind, no gurgling roars or growls, but...

"We need to get ready," Steve gasped out, rising unsteadily to his feet. "Something's coming."

Robin scrambled after him, and they pressed themselves to the back of the cell, eyes locked on the bars in front of them. Hopefully, what had been meant to keep them in would be keeping them safe, but Steve wasn't about to wait for death with his face pressed against the bars.

"Is it here?" Robin whispered, her hand finding his in the dark.

"Almost," Steve said back. The footsteps were just around the corner. Further in the distance, the screaming had not stopped, but Steve couldn't care. The footsteps were the only thing that mattered. They were closer now, and Steve could hear the soft squeak of their shoes against the tile. A human, then, he guessed-- Or a Wesen. Maybe one of the kids broke out and was causing havoc, Steve thought, or maybe that jagerbar was still alive, and had decided he wasn't going down without a fight.

A figure rounded the corner, sprinting straight for Steve and Robin's cell. Steve squinted, but he couldn't make out their features-- The cell was dark, and the hallway was too bright. He could only see the sillouhette of whoever it was as they approached the cell door. They were shorter than him, and he could make our the blonde halo of their hair, and their long white coat.

There was a jingling of keys, and the cell door flew open. On instinct, Steve stepped forward, shoving Robin behind him.

"What's going on?" he demanded, and Dr. Curtis stepped into the room.

She was a mess. Now that they were a little closer, he could see the blood spattered across her, her soft makeup running down her face. The impervious mask of nonchalance and genteel passion was gone again, the malice peeking through once more-- But fear lurked just behind it. It was the fear that warped her face, pulling her mouth and eyes into a grotesque snarl.

Dr. Curtis stepped forward, pointing an accusatory finger at Steve's chest. "You!" she spat, ignoring how her own hands shook. "I heard about you from some of the others. You have to help us. That's your job, right? That's what your people do? Help us. You have to--"

If Steve were smarter, he probably would have made for the door already. Dr. Curtis was already shaken and off-balance, and she hadn't exactly been an imposing woman without the stun gun and backup. Steve probably could have taken her, even in his battered, weakened state, and he had Robin to back him up. The problem was, though, that Steve didn't want to run. He'd already missed that choice two years ago.

No, Dr. Curtis wasn't Nancy. Wasn't anything like her, thank God. Steve hated her with everything in him. But he didn't want her to do like this, scared and alone.

"You have to tell me what's going on," Steve said, his voice firm. "What's happening?"

"Don't," Robin said, tugging at Steve's hand. "This is obviously a trap."

"No!" Dr. Curtis said, her voice rising into a hysterical shriek. "No, I'm begging, please--"

A second figure filled the doorway, their shadow falling across Dr. Curtis. It was a man, one Steve didn't recognize. He wasn't dressed like a scientist. If anything, he was dressed like a dad, a polo and khaki pants and tall, white socks in sneakers. Mud and blood caked his shoes and hands.

Dr. Curtis screamed, and tried to push past the figure to run back into the hall, but the man didn't budge. He was supernaturally sturdy, the force of Dr. Curtis's body didn't even sway him. There was no tension in his body, either. He just took the hit, straight to the abdomen, and kept staring straight ahead.

And then he reached up, tangled his fingers in Dr. Curtis's hair, and yanked.

Her neck broke in a sick crunch, the scream in her throat trailing off. It lasted longer than Steve would have liked, an uncomfortable reminder of how long it took a brain to stop firing. Robin, behind him, filled the sudden silence with a scream of her own. It was only the highpitched whine of her voice that broke through Steve's shock, the only thing that helped him tug his eyes away from Dr. Curtis's body.

She was dead. Holy fuck, she was dead. Hours ago, Steve had been trying to kill her himself, but seeing it actually happen was-- It was--

Steve's stomach churned, and he held one shaking hand out to the unmoving figure. "Look, I know they were bad people, but-- We're not with them, okay? We're not with--"

The man's face swung towards Steve, but his eyes stayed unseeing and blank. The light through the bars caught on his face, and Steve felt a shiver go down his spine at what he saw there. The man was pale and bruised, as if his blood had pooled in all the wrong places. There were no irises to be seen in his eyes, either gone entirely pale or merely swallowed up by the blown, dreamy pupils. The scelera were red, not 'high and trying to hide it' red, but like he was sick. Like the blood vessels had burst and it was leaking into places it shouldn't. Like he was crying blood.

"Listen, man. Back off, okay?" Steve said. He didn't even know if this guy could hear him, but the last thing he wanted to do was get in another fight. "I don't want to hurt you."

The man growled. Not an animalistic growl, or even a wesen's blended chords, but the soft, chittering sound of a democreature.

"Fuck," Steve spit. He planted his feet, squared his shoulders, and--

The man leapt before he could. Whatever preternatural reflexes that had helped Steve before were lost to him now. He didn't know if it was because of the "tests", or if this man was honestly just faster than him, but the guy hit him like a ton of bricks before Steve's legs even bent.

The man didn't fight like a human, all flailing limbs and gnashing teeth. They wrestled like kids for a moment, the man evidently unused to fighting someone who wasn't used to running away. Steve himself was having trouble getting his body back under his control, weariness still dragging every movement to a crawl. He knew he needed to push through, and the pain wasn't so bad now that he could compartmentalize, but his body just wasn't listening to him.

A fair fight wouldn't get them anywhere, Steve realised. He needed to start fighting dirty, and fast. With a move he would never admit he learned from one of Dustin's geeky movies, Steve hooked an ankle behind the man's leg and pushed him backwards. The man's grip on Steve's shoulders meant they both went tumbling to the floor, a mockery of Steve's fight with James, but that was okay. This time, Steve had a plan.

Steve had never been the best wrestler, for all of Tommy's enthusiasm. Still there were a few things he had picked up here and there, a few things he had modified in his head recently. Not that he had been thinking about actively fighting Wesen, or anything, he had just-- He dodged a swipe from the man's hand and reminded himself that repression could come later. He had something more important to struggle with right now.

The point was, Steve knew how to pin someone, and he knew how to get someone to give up. He just didn't think this man was the kind to give up because someone said, "Hey, stop or I'm going to break your arm." If the guy even could stop. So Steve wasn't going to warn him. He was going to break it, and then they could go from there.

A wristlock would do it, if Steve could just get the guy in the right position. It wouldn't even be that hard, Steve thought, as he grabbed the man's arm, kneeing him in the head just to keep him off balance. He was doing this on the ground so he could have more leverage, but he probably wouldn't even need it, he just-- Steve's brain went faster and faster, shaking off the malaise that had settled over the last day. He knew what he had to do. He was calculating things he didn't even have words for, things that Dustin would explain to him over and over again just to give up when Steve still didn't understand. But Steve didn't need the words for it, his body knew it, and he tucked the man's arm under his, wrapped his arm around the wrist, grabbed him by the bicep and--

It was almost ridiculous, how easily the guy's bones snapped under Steve's hands. He was pretty sure he'd opened Coke cans that had given him more trouble. It didn't feel powerful, didn't feel good-- It sent alarm bells off in Steve's head. Whatever had been done to this dude, it had ruined his body in more ways than one. How could this man be so strong, yet so delicate? He hadn't even made a noise when Steve snapped his bone like a twig. He hadn't even made a noise when he'd killed Dr. Curtis, so why were his bones like fucking chalk--

Steve scrambled off the guy, backing up to the opposite corner from where Robin had tucked herself away. "Look, dude, you're beaten. Just stop and let us--"

The man went to his feet with slow, jolting movements. There was a moment where he just stood there, blinking, and Steve and Robin's harsh breathes filled the silence of the cell. And then the slow walk began again, his arms still flailing, even with one bent the wrong way and flapping in the air.

From the other side of the cell, Robin leapt forward and, with a yell, hit the guy with an awkward blow to the spine. The man whirled on her, teeth gnashing, and Robin scrambled back. Steve cursed, grabbed the man by the back of his t-shirt, and sent him into the concrete wall.

He had to teach this girl how to throw a punch if they were going to keep hanging out. Steve simply did not have the track record it took to be friends with a pacifist.

"Jesus fucking--" Robin scrambled to Steve's side as the man righted himself and turned to them both once again. "Is this guy a zombie?"

"Fuck." Steve's stomach sank. He had long since dismissed the idea that this could be something Wesen. "Is that a thing?"

"No, it's not a fucking thing, Steve!" Robin shrieked. "It's a stupid human thing, like vampires and unicorns!"

The man-- the zombie-- leapt at Robin once more, who squeaked and shoved herself around Steve, running for the door.

"I am so fucking sick of this asshole," Steve muttered, rushing forward and pinning the guy against the wall again. He grimaced as the man's teeth sunk into the meat of his neck. They didn't go far, surprisingly-- Not as far as Steve would have thought, when he heard the word zombie. It felt like blunt, human teeth into his shoulder. It still hurt like hell, though. "Robin, you need to run."

"What?" Robin hovered in the door. "No, I'm not leaving you here."

"Robin," Steve gasped, as the man's teeth sunk a little deeper. "I am telling you that there is no way to get this man to stop without killing him, and I need you to--"

There was a second explosion, somewhere in the lab. A choir of screams and roars filled the hallways, bits of concrete falling down around them.

"Just kill him then!" Robin yelled. "You're a Grimm, that's what you do!"

There was a lot Steve could have said to that. Sure, he could have told her he wasn't a real Grimm, not in the way that mattered. He could have said that he didn't want to be the kind of Grimm that killed people. He could have said that he'd thought about it, and seeing Dr. Curtis die in front of him made him realise that he'd been right to give up violence, after all. He could have said all of that, and more. He didn't.

What Steve did do was pull back a little, feel the man's teeth tear at his skin, and find inspiration.

Unlike their zombie, Steve had the advantage of a functioning brain. So when his teeth found purchase in their zombie's skin, he knew to go for the jugular. Where it was, how to find it. The zombie's pulse thundered under his tongue for just a moment before Steve clamped down, metallic warmth bursting into his mouth. Blood was thicker than he'd expected it to be. Saltier, too. And while he'd been prepared for the blood, at least a little, Steve hadn't expected the tendons. The way they snapped in his mouth, getting stuck between his teeth.

Steve pulled away, spitting flesh onto the floor.

The man did not stop moving. He struggled in Steve's hold, his teeth still grinding into the meat of Steve's shoulder, and these were not death throes. He was still fighting, somehow, and not even actively bleeding out seemed to have any effect on his determination.

"Any other bright ideas?" Steve called, blooding bubbling in his mouth.

"Jesus christ," Robin muttered, before throwing herself into the fray. She pushed in close beside Steve, her elbow digging into his ribs as she dodged a flailing hand. She had woged, a fox-like grace to her movements that was so different than her awkward, gangly human form. Robin dug her claws into the divot Steve had created in the man's neck, and with a sick wet, tearing sound--

They both stumbled back, the man's body slumping to the floor without their hands to hold him up. His head rolled after Robin, who squeaked and scurried away from it, as if it would bite. Honestly, it might-- the man's jaw still worked uselessly, bits of Steve still stuck between his teeth.

Blood covered the cell floor, Steve's chest and arms, Robin's claws-- She stared down at them, shaking, as they morphed back into slim, human fingers. In the distance, chaos still played its symphony, but the silence in the cell was louder, somehow. The world was falling apart, and they had just taken out the last Jenga block.

"What the fuck did we just do?" Robin whispered, her voice shaking.

"What... What we had to," Steve said. He wasn't sure if he believed it, but he knew there was no way that Robin would be able to live with herself if he didn't at least pretend to. Some people were made to carry guilt on their shoulders, but not Robin-- And she hadn't even done anything wrong, had she? Steve told her to go. He told her to go, she could have gotten out, she was just saving him-- Steve grabbed Robin by the shoulders, leaving bloody prints on her-- his -- shirt, desperate to convince her. "We did what we had to. And now we get out of here."

Robin nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

There was no room left for stealth as they made their way out of the lab. Whatever that man had been-- zombie, democreature, wesen --he couldn't be the only one. Not with the never-ending screams that kept echoing through the hallways, or the explosions that rocked the walls around them every few minutes. Their footsteps could barely be heard above the cacophany, and Steve wanted them out before anyone, or anything, else could find them. They used every ounce of their Wesen speed as they darted along the halls from corner to corner.

Not that there was anyone to hear them, anyway.

Steve would have liked to be able to say they didn't see a single person on their way back. It would have been more accurate, though, to say they didn't see a single live one. The hallways were lined with bodies. Steve hadn't even known that there were this many people in the building, but here they were now, stacked against the walls like a firing squad had marched their way through. Blood splashed under their feet as they ran, and every door was thrown open, corpses spilling out.

They didn't stop long enough to see who was who. They didn't have time, but more importantly, Steve didn't think he would ever sleep again if he did.

His Grimm vision gave him enough to put the story together, anyhow. There were scientists, children in hospital gowns, democreatures-- and normal, everyday citizens, which Steve had to assume were more freaky zombie types. There were more of them than Steve had feared, dozens of them, and they weren't just here for the scientists. It was an all-out massacre.

It took them too long to make their way back to the large, open room they had entered through. Steve remembered almost nothing of his trip from Dr. Curtis's lab to the cell, and even less about how to get back to McMann's office. They were relying entirely on Robin's memory, which was shoddy at best-- Not that Steve could blame her, with how scared she'd been. With how scared Steve probably would have been, too, if he hadn't been so focused on staying alive. The lab wasn't as large or labyrinthian as it had seemed, though-- Eventually, all roads led to Rome, and after a few terrible minutes chasing each other through viscera littered halls, they stumbled into the main lab.

The glass cases were shattered, both inward and outward-- Blood was smeared across the glass and onto the tile floor. The largest enclosure, the one that had held the large, slumbering creature, was still intact, but so full of blood that Steve could no longer see through the glass. More bodies were thrown around for good measure, although the democreatures far outnumbered the human victims. It seemed that when the attack had first began, the scientists had made a run for it, leaving their precious experiments behind.

They stopped running for just a moment, staring at the wreckage. Steve's chest hurt, and he couldn't tell if it was still from the tests, or just the sheer unfairness of it all. He hoped that whatever the democreatures were supposed to be now, they couldn't remember what they used to be. Steve wasn't sure if genetics could effect the memory like that, but right now he didn't care about science. He just wanted to live in a world where monsters didn't know about death, didn't know that somewhere their parents were still waiting for them to come home.

"What are we supposed to tell-- They're killing everyone. How are we supposed to help?"

Steve tangled his hand with Robin's and squeezed, and tried not to think about Wayne's coworker, still looking for his little girl.

"We have to get ourselves out, first. I know it--" Steve's voice broke, and he swallowed, rubbing at his nose with his free hand. He didn't have time; He needed to get Robin out of here. He couldn't put her at risk to save someone who might already be dead. "I know it doesn't feel right, but we're not going to help anyone if we end up dead."

Robin nodded, but her eyes didn't stray from the demodog at their feet. It looked so small, now that they knew. Steve remembered the way he had cradled one in his arms, smaller than even Will had been--

"You're right," Robin said, sounding a thousand miles away. "We should go."

The door to the parking lot was ajar, a fact that had Steve hesitating for longer than they could afford. He knew that the intruders had to come through from somewhere, but they hadn't seen any signs of fire or explosion yet, that they had seen. Surely, this couldn't have been the entrance they took-- What other reason could the zombies have had for blowing the place up? They obviously didn't need the extra help when it came to sheer violence.

He knew they had no other choice. Whatever time they had left couldn't be wasted trying to find another exit. But the last thing Steve needed right now was to come across another one of those freaks in the dark. In a big, open space where someone could sneak up behind them. Every single one of Steve's new instincts was protesting every fucking part of this plan. Hell, he'd probably have an easier time convincing himself to follow the sound of the explosions and fight whatever he found there.

"Steve, we have to go--" Robin said, her voice cut off by the entire building shaking, once again. The sound of the explosion itself was louder, this time. It echoed through the parking garage, sending them both flinching away from the door. "We have to go find the kids."

The kids, Steve reminded himself. His kids. He couldn't save these strangers, no matter how hard he tried, but he could make it back to Dustin. He could make sure that no one ever touched one of his kids again, make sure that McCann and his cronies-- if they were even still alive --never set eyes on El again. He could scoop Erica up and hold her for as long as she would allow, praying to whatever Wesen considered God in thanks that he had been able to stop what they were bringing her here for. He could find the rest of them, keep them and their parents safe, make sure that whatever the fuck was happening here wasn't happening at home. Make sure it wasn't happening to his kids.

It was horrible, Steve thought, that it actually helped. That it motivated him in a way the dead kids in the hallway hadn't. That he found himself taking one step, then another, until the darkness swallowed him up. He was so selfish, walking into danger, taking Robin with him, wanting his kids safe before anyone else's. Knowing it was horrible didn't make it any less true.

Robin and Steve clung to each other in the dark, creeping through the garage. Even Steve's improved sight could barely make out the outline of the structure, and he could tell from the way Robin's golden eyes squinted that she wasn't faring much better. The door they'd left open behind them was the only light available-- Although every instinct told Steve he should run, it was a risk they couldn't afford. Besides, Steve didn't think he could take another blow if he did something stupid like trip. His body might just fall apart then and there.

So they took it slow, every step echoing in the empty carport around them. The darkness made the echoes of their shuffeling seem even louder, and Steve knew that if there was anyone in here with them, there was no way they weren't heading right toward them. If the zombies could even hear, that was. Steve wasn't sure if they could or not, but it seemed better to presume they could instead of getting caught out later--

"Steve," Robin said, tugging him to a stop. "The van."

She was right. God, Steve had been thinking so hard about how he was going to win another stupid fight that he'd almost missed it-- The shitty white van that had brought them here was sitting exactly where they'd left it. Steve had to squint to see it in the dark, but he could still see his own blood pooling out of the back.

No, actually. There was way too much--

"Is that--"

Ritter lay halfway out of the van doors, his neck bent awkwardly as his shoulders and head slouched against the pavement. He looked uninjured, save for the obvious death vibe he was giving off, but the van was blocking his lower half. And judging by the amount of blood currently running down the bumper, Steve assumed that was very good luck for them.

"He's dead," Robin breathed. She almost laughed, but cut it off, a strangled sound in the back of her throat. "Why is that-- Am I going into shock? Is this what shock feels like?"

"I'm gonna check the front seat," Steve said, dropping Robin's hand.

"Don't fucking leave me with him," Robin hissed, scurrying after him.

James, it turned out, was not in the driver's seat-- He was, however, spread across the hood of his van. And Steve meant spread very literally.

"Yeah, I'm--" Robin started, before cutting herself off by vomiting.

"We should find his gun," Steve said. The tips of his fingers were going cold. Was that normal? Was his heart finally giving out after everything he'd put it through today? Or maybe it was just because he was shirtless, in the middle of a fucking underground parking complex. Maybe--

"Do you even know what to do with a gun?" Robin asked. She hadn't even bothered to look up from her own mess, hands still planted on her knees.

"Yes," Steve said. Lying. He'd never really gotten the taste for guns, although he'd tried when he'd found Nancy drawing further away. It hadn't helped much, probably because they'd both been thinking about Nancy holding a gun to Steve's face the whole time. Still, she'd taught him enough to fake it, probably. Maybe even enough to take down one of those zombies, if it didn't move too much.

"I'm not going anywhere with you if you have a gun," Robin said.

Steve bristled. "I am trying to get us out of here--"

"Yeah, and you don't need a fucking gun to do it, either."

"How many more blows do you think I can take?" Steve grit out. Horrifyingly, this was what made Steve's eyes start to well with tears. The sheer frustration of being underestimated once again, in a situation like this, after he'd already put fucking everything on the line--

"Not many," Robin said, "Which is why I don't think you should be using a firearm right now, Steven."

"What else am I supposed to do?" Steve said. Shouted, really. He knew he was being too loud for the situation. He knew that every word was just drawing the monsters closer and closer, but what else was he supposed to fucking do? "I can do this anymore, Rob, I can't fucking--"

"Hey." Robin's hands found Steve's face. Her fingers were just as cold as his, Steve noticed, and it was that fact alone that made him stop yelling, though his breath still rattled in his chest. "I get it. You've been staving off a mental breakdown for the past twelve hours. I know it's--"

"I am not--"

Robin's grip tightened. "You are. And that's okay. You don't have to do everything, Steve. It's not your job," she said, and her eyes were startingly clear in the darkness. "You're gonna get me out of here, yeah? And I need you to trust me to get you out of here."

Steve's hand wrapped around Robin's wrist, and for once, he tried not to think about how fragile her bones felt in his grasp. "I do. I trust you."

"Okay," she said, pulling away. "Let's go, then."

It was distressingly easy to open the door to the parking garage. The parts of Steve that still cared about things like logic or dipshit government agents were cursing up a storm in the back of his head, though he thought it might be a bit of a moot point considering they were all probably dead. Still, Steve had expected better. Dozens of human experiments in a secret lab, and the only thing Steve had to do to get out was open a garage door?

Then again, Steve thought as he put the dead guard back in his chair, maybe they had counted on human intervention.

"I'm gonna take a shower in bleach when we get home," Robin said, wiping her hands on Steve's filthy, blood-soaked shirt.

Steve didn't bother. "I think we've got germs even holy water couldn't handle," he muttered. They stood at the bottom of the ramp, watching the mechanisms of the door churn as it slowly rose. Steve wasn't sure what he expected to be waiting for them-- Cool night air, maybe, or the purple light of dawn. Instead, smoke rolled in through the cracks, and the further it opened, the more a sickly orange light swallowed them whole.

"What the--"

Crouching low, Steve nearly crawled up the ramp. The smoke was thick, billowing from above them, from whatever structure that sat atop of the lab. Maybe it was actually a power plant, or maybe it was-- Another explosion went off, far too close for comfort, throwing Steve to the ground. The smoke was even thicker now, tinged with the smell of burning flesh. It made Steve's stomach clench with hunger, an urge that only made him gag.

When was the last time he'd eaten? Yesterday? The day before? How many times had he died since then?

Robin's hand landed on his back; She'd climbed up after him, and was looking at him in obvious concern. Steve shook his head, and struggled back onto his hands and knees. They were almost out, he just needed to keep going for a little while longer. Just a little.

They both peered into the thick smoke. It was harder to see through than the darkness had been; At least the darkness hadn't stung their eyes. Steve could barely make out the tops of the trees up where the smoke was a little thinner, and trying to find out what was happening on the ground was near impossible. Steve could see a glow to their right, a brightness in the smoke that he knew meant fire. In the shadows of the light, he could see people moving around in the smoke-- Some were moving slowly, all jerky motions but no attempts to cover their faces or mouths. Others were running away from the building, but Steve didn't see any make it very far. Sometimes, a shout would start, but then it would die too quickly for Steve to have any hope.

"I can't fucking believe it," Robin whispered in his ear. "Real fucking zombies."

"Yeah, well, welcome to my last six months," Steve said. Fuckin' werewolves still threw him for a fucking loop.

"So do we just... Run for it?" Robin didn't sound any more convinced with her plan than Steve was, but what other option did they have? The only other thing Steve could even think to do would be to go back downstairs and try to wait it out, or try to steal a car or something. But Steve had even less experience in that than shooting a gun, and he doubted that Robin was hiding a record of grand theft auto.

"Okay," Steve said, steeling himself. "Okay, what we're going to do is wait for the next explosion."

"Why would we--"

"Because that's when we're going to make for the woods," Steve met her eyes. "I don't know how much cover it'll actually give us, but it's the only chance we've got without getting caught by-- By something."

"What if there's no explosion?"

"Then I guess-- I guess we fucking die here, don't we?"

Robin went quiet, her eyes wide. Steve watched the muscles in Robin's jaw clench and unclench rhythmically. Eventually, she nodded, her face falling into a mask of grim determination.

And they waited.

It probably didn't take as long as it felt. Not really. But laying there in a wound in the ground, watching for enemies in the smoke, time seemed to go on forever. Steve felt his heart slow down, his lungs move slower and slower-- If he hadn't known so intimately what it felt like, now, Steve probably would have thought he'd died for a second or two. He kept getting caught in time, unmoving and unliving. Just another rock in the stream.

The next explosion was a firing gun. They both scrambled to their feet and took off, sprinting towards the treeline. Adrenaline that Steve had long since given up on began to pump through his veins. He knew he was running at a speed he would have died for in high school, even though the smoke burned so harshly in his eyes and lungs that he thought he might clear the entire field before he got another breath. It was only because of the gaps in his own breaths that he realized he couldn't hear Robin's anymore.

She was falling behind. Wesen or not, she had never been an athlete, and she had sacrificed sleep to let him rest.

Deliberately, Steve slowed.

"What's wrong?" Robin demanded between gasps for air. If they made it out of here alive, Steve was going to have to teach her how to run the right way.

"It's my leg," Steve said, and it was barely a lie. The whole thing was aching, and he had this cramp in his thigh that he just knew was going to take him out the second he let it. "Keep going. As fast as you can; Don't look back."

If someone attacked them from behind, he didn't want her there. He needed her to keep going.

It was only when Robin had already broken the treeline that Steve realised he'd made a mistake. The moment she disappeared between the trees, he couldn't make anything out in the haze of the smoke but the trees themselves-- God, he was so fucking stupid. How was he supposed to protect someone he couldn't fucking see? There was a muffled shout in the woods, and Steve cursed, careening into the treeline after her.

The moment he passed the first tree, someone was already on him. Their hands gripped his upper arms, the tips of claws digging into his shoulder blades. Whoever they were, they were too tall and too broad to be Robin, though he could see a flash on long hair in the smoke. Whoever they were, Steve knew he didn't want a single person in this lab to touch him again-- He tried to fight it, tried to shake them off, but there wasn't enough. He didn't have enough left. For the first time since his powers had come to him, Steve had no way to fight back. Those hands were just... He couldn't...

"Steve!" A warm, worried voice said, close to his ear. "Steve, it's me."

It was like seeing the face of a friend in a dream; You knew it was familiar, you just couldn't place why.

When it clicked, Steve's knees buckled in relief.

"Eddie."

He didn't know if Eddie was pulling him in, or if his body had just tired of holding himself up, but Steve found himself in Eddie's arms. He gripped back just as tightly, fingers twisting into Eddie's denim vest that his hands cramped. It was only just occuring to him that part of him had been entirely convinced that he might never see Eddie Munson again. A small tragedy, considering all that he had already seen, but one that would have burned. Just the relief from not having to live it was enough to make Steve ache. It would have been embarassing, if Steve couldn't feel Eddie's hand shaking where he was cupping the back of Steve's head.

"We were so fucking worried," Eddie whispered. "What the fuck was happening in there?"

"I hope you know that you're all fucking idiots," Steve heard Robin say from a little further into the woods. "What are you even doing here? You should be in Hawkins! You should be with the cops!"

"She's right, you know. What the fuck, Eddie?" Steve said, but he had to admit that the admonishment was reduced a little by the fact that his face was planted firmly in Eddie's shoulder.

"I'm not going to apologize for--"

Steve pulled away the moment he heard Dustin's voice. The warmth of Eddie's body against Steve had the potential to fucking undo him right now, but literally nothing held a candle to seeing Dustin's face. He looked so clean, so innocent. Steve knew it was only because he'd seen what might have actually been hell in the last few hours, but he could have sworn that Dustin looked just as young as he had the day he'd met him. Behind him, Erica was practically a baby.

Steve wanted to hold them both to his chest for the rest of his life. And El. And, God, Max and Lucas and Will and Mike and Holly and Nancy and Jonathan and probably his fucking manager at Scoops Ahoy and--

"What happened to you?" Erica asked. Steve could tell by the tremor in her jaw that she was trying to put on a brave, sarcastic face but the question had come out as nothing but horrified.

"Oh, you know," Steve said, shrugging. "Got kidnapped by the US government and then broken out by a few zombies."

"What?" Dustin asked. A curious light was beginning to sparkle in his eyes. So much for the tear tracks Steve could still see on his cheeks; Those were all but forgotten.

"It's literally the worst fucking thing I've ever seen," Robin said, her voice a graver version of her enthusastic prattle. "They were people, but they... They weren't, you know? There was nothing behind their eyes. Just shells. Freaky, murderous shells."

"You mean like Will last year?" Dustin said, his voice going higher than Steve was strictly comfortable with. "Is this Upside Down shit again?"

Robin looked at Steve, unsure. He appreciated her defering to him on secret-keeping, now, but there was no use. Robin and Eddie, Steve could have headed off forever. Dustin would march back into the lab for answers himself, if Steve refused to give him any.

"Don't call Will a zombie," Steve said, automatically. "And I'll tell you, okay, we just-- We need to get out of here. We cannot get caught by one of those things."

Eddie nodded and then, without asking, wrapped Steve's arm around his shoulder. "We should get back to the van. Let me help, we'll be faster."

Steve was too grateful to point out that he and Robin had just sprinted a four-minute mile. Besides, seeing the kids-- Seeing Eddie, touching Eddie -- had wiped him out. He was exhausted in ways he couldn't explain, like his body had seen them and just decided to stop fighting. Like his cells knew that he was safe, now, and therefore he could feel every fucking second of the last day and a half.

As their strange little group started their silent hike back to the woods, Steve finally let himself cry. Everyone was too kind to mention it, even Erica, but Robin's arm found its way around his waist before the first tear even hit the leaves underneath them.

And if Steve wasn't imagining it, Eddie held him a little tighter with every step.

#steddie #stobin #heavy on the stobin this time #oimw #also let's celebrate! i passed the 100k words mark #wowie :)

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