#I just wanted the looting. why the FUCK would you pair it with the most useless enchantment in the game

[shower-racoon]

oh fucking hell

[alllgator-blood]

Okay I promise my next post will be the angst comic part 4 but FIRST. THE ONE AND ONLY THING I SHIP

LITERALLY THE SECOND PERSON WHO GUESSED THE PAIRING GOT IT CORRECT??? THAT WAS FAST. This is a situation where I have to go "okay hear me out" because it makes 0 sense to anyone but me. This is really long and very dependent on my au comic nobody but me has read, but the TL;DR is:

I feel like they'd be a good pairing because shamura loves to learn but doesn't care about material goods, and mystic seller is used to all gods talking to them only BECAUSE they offer material goods. So when somebody actually wanted to know about *them* personally and what it's like to be a weird angel thing, the two established a bond. Also they're both agender and most likely asexual AND don't seem to be socially aware despite being ancient wise beings that know seemingly everything, so they understood each other like instantly.

I have a lot of sketches of them hanging out but here's a shitpost sketch thing I made AAAAAGES ago

Okay so from an in-game standpoint, mystic seller pops up to tell you how the post-game works with purgatory and all that, and introduces the purged bosses. Really ratau could've done that as the established Tutorial Guy, or even narinder but there IS the chance that you killed both of them (lol) so mystic seller is the unkillable, all-knowing angel that shows up to say "you suck at killing people. The bishops are trapped in purgatory, you know. You should probably do something about that".

But from like a CHARACTER standpoint what do they stand to gain? They're not even from your dimension so why should they care, they're just here for your god tears? From the dialogue about the bishops we can see that they don't really give a shit about any of them, EXCEPT! SHAMURA? Mystic seller doesn't feel emotions like "our kind" does but one of the only times they do, it's to say it's a shame what happened to shamura. They also say they didn't barter with them much, because they "needed little".

SO THAT HAD ME THINKING. My au comic (which is hundreds of sketched panels and the full thing will never see the light of day unless I post it unfinished. Eugh) is about shamura going around chronicling everything they witnessed during the time they were alive, and they notice everyone is like...selfish. Trying to be the last god standing. Really obsessed with trinkets and charms, so some of the gods just go around harvesting relics from the other gods and using their powers to survive a little longer. Shamura has visions of the future of siblings they don't know they have yet, so they try to be friendly with the rest of the pantheon to form a family and it always bites them in the ass, so they have to kill them.

Eventually they end up with all these fuckin god tears and they're thinking "what do I even do with these? Nobody wants them and everyone has them", and BOOM. MYSTIC SELLER JUMPSCARE. They do the whole introduction where they say they have loot in exchange for god tears, shamura just drops off the tears and is like "I don't care about trinkets, bye" and the seller is like. What Thy Fuck. Because every other god is pretty adamant on getting something good in exchange for the tears. So they call them back and ask if there's ANYTHING at all they want. And shamura, being the self-proclaimed wisdom god, just asks the seller to talk about themself for a while, who's just like okkaaayyy?? Nobody else ever asked what it's like to be a bizarre circle headed angelic creature that collects magical bits and pieces, but shamura LOVES to learn, and the two bonded that way. Shamura would bring the mystic seller god tears, the seller would tell them a story, they'd write it down to put in their archives and the conversations eventually got more personal when the stories started to run out. They both realized they don't understand how other people work, but they knew how *each other* worked so they could kinda learn how to function as normal people with each other's observations.

When I say I ship them I mostly mean like a QPP situation because I think they'd be good partners in the most autistic asexual way possible, where they don't make out sloppy style or outright say "I love you", but they have an understanding of one another that doesn't apply to anyone else really. They don't have to rely on conventional relationship stuff to know the other one cares deeply for them in the most nonverbal, oddly specific way possible. I know shamura's the smart one but I really feel like that extends to everything except understanding how people work, hence all the stuff that happened with narinder and the rest of the family. So finding someone else outside the pantheon who is quite literally inhuman, otherworldly, genderless and uninterested in Carnal Desire would definitely make them feel the closest thing to romantic love that they can. Also, since mystic seller lets the gods name them, shamura named them "sunshine" after hearing one of their followers singing that "you are my sunshine" song to the person they loved the most. I always liked how shamura has their little moon crown and the mystic seller is depicted as the sun in some of the art? They go together well is what I'm saying and I'm kinda surprised nobody has done anything of them yet.

I WILL SAY I have angst planned for them once I do the introductory comics, it has to do with how narinder's imprisonment happened literally right in front of where mystic seller sets up shop, so canonically it's safe to assume they watched shamura get lobotomized in real time :')

But for now...I must go back to kallamar angst cause I've been putting off posting this part. It gets very mentally ill very quickly so I needed to balance it out with fluff......

[goodgirlofglory]

Silver fox and the Captain - Chapter 3

Chapter 2 - /Masterpost/ - Chapter 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 2,1k

Warnings: Explicit language, some sexual content (ie a lot of making out and grinding)

Summary: Things flourish in unexpected, heated ways between you and the Captain, but can you afford such a distraction without tipping your whole world off balance?

You were crazy. Absolutely insane. The whole situation was completely out of hand.

And with a reckless sort of abandon, you loved it. 

You tightened your hand in the captain’s shirt and dared to slip your tongue out to swipe against his bottom lip. His lips parted on a small gasp, his massive frame trembling just the slightest. And then his tongue was in your mouth, his burly body pressing you back to pin against the wall. 

Some distant flaring alam in your head told you to get out before he had you entirely immobilized, but it was drowned out by the thrill of temptation. The sheer adrenaline of sneaking around with him, tethering the edge of danger by letting him get you in this position and then get out of it. It was heady and way too salivating to resist. 

You and the Captain had worked up a bit of a habit over the last months. A sort of dance, taunting and teasing - both for dominance and for each other.

He had cornered you in the noisy underground techno club that first meeting after you’d kissed him on the casino rooftop, and you hadn’t gotten so much more as a word out before he’d grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and laid one on you, smirking satisfied to himself when he saw you stunned expression after, your mouth hanging slightly open while your brain rebooted itself. You told him to go fuck himself before you danced with him most of the night. Then, as Black Widow sauntered up to pull him towards the night's target, you slipped away to do the same. You’d escaped with a pair of rocket boosters looted from one of Stark’s autonomous suits, but not before giving Captain America’s ass a good slap. 

You got a slap back a few weeks later when he ambushed you squatting in the rafters of the old theatre in Stockholm, watching out for the illegal trade of palladium underneath. Your ass stung like hell from the smack, but the thrill of the force and the way his eyes lit up as you scowled at him made it all worth it. Especially when you almost immediately put your hands in his hair and crushed your lips together. 

It was all fun and games, really. Lighthearted, hormone-fueled, dangerous fun, feeling like fumbling teenagers as you stole kisses from one another before the prefects caught you. It would be, anyway, if Rogers didn’t insist on getting to know you and your story in between licking into your mouth with increasing fervor. 

“Why are you doing this?” he’d ask, panting slightly, warm hands sliding up your sides. “Who’s your allies?”, he’d ask as he let you flip him over to pin against the wall. Who’s side are you on, what’s your story, where do you go after this - all these burrowing questions all in order to understand you. Being understood by Captain America was the last thing you wanted, and by the time he got around to the “I can help you if you’re in trouble,” you’d had enough, your irked mind warring with your tingling body. By then it was usually time to move anyway, but you couldn’t resist punishing him by biting his lip just the tiniest bit too hard before disappearing, hoping it would discourage him from asking all those questions. It seemed to only make him more keen if you thought about it.

In truth, you were more curious about why he had let this go on for so long. Surely he could track you down and take you out if he wanted. He was Captain America for fuck’s sake. Or were you really that good?

It was hard to keep your thoughts focused on that when his hands stroked down the back of your thighs, the Captain bending slightly at the knees before he hoisted you up. You yelped into his mouth, blood singing with excitement at his manhandling. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your glittering, red gown riding up your thighs in the process. 

You’d sought each other out in the alcove on the second floor, looking out over the highly exclusive and ridiculously lavish art galla well underway below. 

You hadn’t seen him in three months, and had caught yourself smiling stupidly as he'd approached you in a perfectly fitted black tux with a bright blue bow tie. You’d hid your smile in your martini, along with your suddenly flaring nerves, but kept his gaze as he’d sauntered up, as confident and relaxed as he always appeared. 

“As much as I enjoy this look on you tonight, there is no point in you being here today,” he’d said. 

You’d scoffed. He said something along those lines every time you saw him. 

“Elaborate, please. Why is that?” you asked, willing to play this game, already plotting out which curtain you could lure him behind. 

“I’ve let you get away with this for too long. I won’t anymore,” he said simply, eyes serious even as he let them rake over your form. Your skin sizzled with warmth under his gaze. 

You knew what he was talking about. He was adamant you not get away with any smuggled objects anymore. He’d said so for months. And even though you’d gotten away with something each time, it did get harder and harder. You’d have to resort to using dirtier tricks, more complicated tech, get closer to the action and had gotten away with less and less valuables for each encounter with the Avengers. They were strangling your income, your field of movement slowly shrinking. It was infuriating. Years and years of work - meticulous, dangerous work, your whole life - threatened by these people who thought themselves better than you because they had some government-funded agency backing them with millions of dollars and a favorable reputation. It wasn’t as if they acted any differently than the criminals. Not really. They still made and used dangerous weapons, killed and maimed, blew up buildings and destroyed people's incomes. 

You were haunted with an ever growing desperation these days, scrambling to keep your life in balance. Your contacts had started to shun you, afraid the Avengers would go after them once they got to you. Yeah, word traveled fast in the underworld, and while you didn’t think they knew you regularly tangled tongues with America’s golden boy, they knew you had S.H.I.E.L.Ds eyes on your neck. You couldn’t blame them. This was the worst thing to happen to you. 

Though, when Rogers held you like this, cradling you in his strong, capable arms, his masculine, cirupy scent of musk and spice enveloping you, it was easier to forget your blights and lose yourself to the arousal that wound up like a maelstrom inside you. God, you hadn’t felt this alive in…you didn’t know how long. It made you adamant, crazed, like some half mad animal chasing a good feeling for no other reason than that it felt good. 

And it did feel good. God, did it feel good. Rogers was sure and insistent, overwhelming and dominant, couldn’t help it with his size and strength. But he was also gentle, reverent in the way he gripped you, cradled you to him, pressed you so close you were practically glued from mouth to hip, so easily filling every crevice of your consciousness with his look and smell and taste and feel. It was like he himself couldn’t breathe properly if he wasn’t in some way touching you. He hadn’t hoisted you up into your arms like this before, though. That was entirely new, and entirely too hot. 

“Eager,” you chastised in a murmur against his lips, but your voice was raspy, betraying just how affected you were. 

He smiled against your lips, hands kneading into the flesh of your thighs as he pushed you up against the wall of the alcove shrouded in shadow, and kissed you again, tongue hot and wet in your mouth.

And while you had felt him getting hard against you before, in moments cut way too short where he’d been plastered against you and his (rather impressive) bulge had poked into your stomach, you had never had it perfectly between your legs, pressing up against you right there. He had never done anything to draw attention to it before; the perfect gentleman with a raging hard-on from a few kisses. It was adorable, honestly, and an incredible confidence boost. And so unbelievably fucking hot. You were thankful your own arousal was less noticeable in nature, since you were practically gushing into your panties at the mere sight of him these days. 

He situated himself nudged between your splayed legs, intimate and with such confidence it made your breath hitch. It was like he belonged there, like it was the most natural place for him to be. You reeled with the arousal that crackled up your spine, at this new line the two of you were crossing, inching towards something more than a kiss in the dark and a smack on the ass. 

He swallowed your hitching gasp and groaned as your hands went into his hair for something to hold on to. He ground against you with a small roll of his hips and you felt your slick panties move against the heated skin of your pussy. You moaned into his mouth and his massive, sturdy frame shivered slightly again. 

You felt an almost painful sting of possessiveness in your chest at that. This man, this strong, noble hero with the world on his shoulders, who could withstand hardship beyond imagination and be a reliable and trustworthy leader for everyone around him, trembling in your hands, breathing life itself into your dormant lungs with his hot moans of arousal, seemingly starved for touch, for intimacy…almost as much as you. 

Fucking hell, you suddenly thought to yourself. When did you start thinking like this? When had you turned into such a soppy mess? Had you gone completely soft from only this? 

Rogers’s hips rolled in smooth, steady circles against you, sending hot flames of heat up through your body, making your cheeks blaze. You had your trusted sport shorts underneath your dress, but the thin, elastic fabric and soaked panties were no barrier against his hardness. You felt it, obscene in the way it stretched his tuxedo pants. 

God you wanted it. Wanted it so much it frightened you. You blinked your heavy eyelids open, slowly coming back to reality. You always had to at some point. Tonight’s bust was the exchange of smuggled weapons disguised as an art auction in the heart of Vienna. 

You needed tonight's bust to be good. Your reserves were nearly depleted, and you had some unsavory buyers on your neck. While they hadn’t been explicit (yet), the clear dissatisfaction over your last loot had turned their otherwise neutral correspondence a bit unfriendly. You knew of the horror stories of this particular gang - how quickly smiles turned to frowns, how quickly people disappeared at their hands, and how no one dared speak a word of it after - people you’d seen in your periphery for years suddenly gone like they never existed. 

You couldn’t risk that happening to you. You needed a good hit tonight. 

“What’s wrong?” Rogers asked, and you realized you’d frozen, staring ahead into nothing, and you blinked, his face appearing, that infuriating line between his drawn down brows showing a kind of concern you just couldn’t believe he felt for you. It was a mockery, and you bristled. 

Noticing the change in you, he gently set you down on your feet again, but he kept you pinned against the wall, probably out of instinct now. He’d called you a slippery eel not too far back, when you’d successfully wiggled out of his grasp while escaping a bust in a shut down metro station in Santiago, Chile.  

“Little fox,” he said, in lieu of your name, for you hadn’t yet given it to him. 

He tried to catch your gaze with his, but you refused, a sudden, unrecognizable panic riding through your chest at the thought of tonight’s stakes. His hand reached up to graze a knuckle against your cheek, and you recoiled, furious with his tenderness, and how much a part of you wanted to lean into it. It was so fucking dangerous to let yourself turn soft. Even if Captain America might be one of the few men you could have trusted to not exploit your weakness, just about everyone else in your life would jump your ass at the first sign of vulnerability.

You batted his arm away and scrambled from between him and the wall. 

“Let me help you,” he started to say, but stopped dead in his tracks. You looked back to see him touch a finger to his ear piece, his gaze nailed to you. He seemed momentarily torn, frustration flashing in his baby blue eyes. 

“Copy, I’m on it,” he said at last, and you knew it was time to get to work. Time to get back to reality. 

You slipped from the alcove before he could lower his hand. 

[titanicfreija]

"These will be more personal questions, and possibly upsetting."

"Oh-kay?"

"When you die, are you frightened?"

"... No. Haven't had a good reason to be. There's places where I would be, but I haven't been."

"Is it painful?"

"Sometimes. I'm pretty good about dying fast, so not often. Surviving to flee hurts, though. Poor Sunny'll about cry if I do it too much, pretty sure she'd rather repair a corpse than heal a bullet wound that didn't kill me. Don't really blame her, they get pretty ugly. Crucible was hard on both of us for a while, but I'm pretty good at running before my shields break, these days."

"Is there a preferred or most hated death?"

"Ummm. If I've just really gotta die -- I don't like it. Even if it's not painful or scary, it's inconvenient-- but if I've really gotta pick the best and worst, it's Drop Pods and getting sniped by psions."

"You flatter us. Why?"

~

"Drop Pods are so fast they feel more like teleporting than dying. Psion snipers-- there's a few others that do this, but the psions came to mind because of you, I guess-- but so, the ones with the right firepower, I guess they're LFRs , they open whatever they shoot on the first hit. Sometimes it'll take them two, but they bust shield and plate and hit flesh before I can even register I've been shot, too busy reeling and confused, much less can I tell where it came from. Opens my helmet, ruins my visual feed, fucks with my hearing; clears armor off a chunk, at the very least a deep bruise; cripples or takes off a limb. They never kill me outright, though, so it's only going to damage and hurt. A lot. If I move fast enough, can get my barricade up-- and I have to start that as soon as I hear the charge up, I can't wait 'til I've been hit--and they're gonna hit me while I'm doing it-- I can save my ass and Sunny can heal me up before I try to run. Odds are decent that they'll pop me again before I can escape or chase me out of cover and into their allies. Prefer they get me than allies."

"How visceral."

"What's that mean?"

"It means the way you're talking about it makes it easy to imagine."

"Oh. So, yeah, I hate those things. They take juuuuuust long enough to kill me to be particularly memorable, and they're some of the hardest to escape and kill back with any kind of plain reaction-- gotta aim, they usually have friends a lot closer, and just... Yeah."

"Are you ever frightened on the battlefield?"

"... Of what? Consequences of loss, sometimes? Stakes aren't always high, but they get that way."

"Does dying frequently affect your mood?"

"... I get pretty angry after a minute. I'm usually trying to get something done, some loot or clearing somewhere important to Vanguard or civilians, and having to start over or start and stop, any time I can't get a job done when I wanted to, I get. Uh. Mean. And angry."

"It's okay. By the time she's lashing out at me, she's throwing herself into death head first over and over and I can just listen to her scream without having to hit back."

"Oh-ho!"

"Did you just make her laugh?"

"Shh."

"Hmph! Are you concerned for the lives and physical well-being of your Guardian friends?"

"Yeah to an extent. Rise hates being shot. And she's better at helping me up than I am at helping her up, so it's better for her to live than me. It's generally best to keep as many alive and healthy as possible just for the backup."

"What would you say was the worst death you can recall?"

"Woof...."

"I think that one--"

"I'm fine. It bothers Sunny more than me, because of when it happened but I was weak and reloading and a pair of Taken Knights rushed me, screaming fire all over. My shields were hardly up in the first place so it sank in quick and took way too long to kill me. And my own fire made it worse, trying to save me."

"I take it this is the advent featuring the shell with whiskers?"

"Yep. Sank deep. Hurt. Worth it! It's perfect and there's at least ten shaders that fit her look and even more that just look good. You've seen the bouncing and bobbing, we should have named her Bunny. Only thing she really asked me for, and I got it."

"Hmph. Is this pride common in Guardians?"

"I dunno? Probably?"

"Do you feel fear at all?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure why, half the time? And I have a phobia that you will hear nothing more about."

"I already snitched. She defended you."

"I'm still not talking about it."

"Truly?"

"I-- no. Nope. Nope, don't wanna, even if I could, and I can't 'cos my mouth is doing a thing."

"Ha!"

"I know, right? What's it gonna do, kill me?"

"The methane would have."

"True. But nope. Just can't and don't wanna. How about you?"

"..."

"Sorry. Nerves."

"Forgiven. Do I frighten you?"

"Uh... I think the word is intimidating? Imposing? You being in a room makes me want to be smaller."

"I will accept this. Do you fear pain?"

"I mean... Yeah? Certain kinds and levels, I guess, getting shot hurts a lot, but I hardly think about that anymore? It's... No. I don't. I should and I don't. I didn't wanna tell you that but Sunny just 'matted out of my pocket to drive her little eyeball into my visual, and I'm pretty sure that shell is strong enough to beat some dents in."

"Your Ghost intimidates you?"

"I have to live with her. Whole other kind of damage, trauma, and fear."

"She says as though she's not the one that lashes out inappropriately."

"You knock stuff over when you're grumpy, and push stuff off the fridge."

"Freija!"

"You snitched on my thing!"

"Sunny has a temper?"

"Caiatl!"

"I'm not gonna tell you it's worse than mine, but when I piss her off, she punishes me by talking over my head, refusing to help in combat. When we're all but in love, she'll put a requested gun in my hands, but when she's mad at me, she'll put it on the ground nearby. Steps away nearby."

"Can't believe this..."

"Gives me the silent treatment and vague visual cues. The first one that goes is coordinates-- she makes me punch in my own autopilot settings and coordinates. First clue, a thing she does when she's upset and my first chance to apologize, she has a nook on the fridge she runs to. I don't blame her, I am an absolute ass sometimes."

"sometimes!"

"Do Ghosts often "punish" their Guardians?"

"Rex is fuckin' mean. Sorry."

"You also know this Rex."

"Him and his Guardian live with us. Or I live with them. They make me feel bad, won't even be in the same room most of the time, but they're not the worst. I've heard about a hundred year silence, before. One that left hers down, that's probably the worst. I've heard a lot but I don't know how true any of them are. Comfortable guessing the Ghost is at least sometimes in the right."

"Hmph! Would Sunny leave you 'down'?"

"I won't say no, but I will say that if she ever does, I trust that judgement. Whatever I've done, whatever's gone wrong, it'll be for the best."

"Hmph! This is enough. I thank you for your time and honesty, Guardian."

"You're welcome...?"

"Freija...."

"It feels weird to say!"

"Try!"

"She's laughing again, relax."

"She's laughing because she thinks it's funny that I have to beg you to stop being a smartass at the leader of a multigalactic militaristic empire that blows up suns and has the technology to disrupt us!"

"I'm a kinderguardian with a popgun on a private comm channel septillion clicks away. I've also happened to be around for some really shitty days in the last couple years. She doesn't have to hold stature and I'm powerless. She likes that part, that's why she gets to ask all the questions she isn't allowed to ask Zavala no matter how friendly they get."

"That doesn't mean you can be rude!"

"It still feels weird to say!"

"I would allow something more natural if that is what the Guardian would prefer."

"Don't encourage her!"

"Now who's mouthing off the Empress of a multigalactic legion? No problem! Happy to help."

Hard Questions

New Angle

Honest

Radio Chat

Scripted Questions

Battlefield

Fear <-

Enlightening

More like Interrogation

(In)humanity

Underlying

Ghost Affection

@annieruok94 there's multiple again, I'm gonna do links.

[izzy-b-hands]

Anise

TW for emetophobia and slightly graphic descriptions of a fairly bad broken leg.

---

"Are you down there Iz?"

Izzy stares up. "No, I fell through the fucking floor and disappeared!"

Ed's eyes light up. "Found him!"

"Oh good," Stede pops over the edge of the broken wooden boards with Ed. "Izzy! This ship is awfully dangerous, isn't it? I got a splinter looting whatever books weren't waterlogged!"

Izzy ponders why the fuck Stede would be mentioning an injury, then looks to his left leg, which broke through the very bottom of the ship as he landed.

Most of it is in the water below, hopefully not about to be nibbled up by anything swimming by.

The bit he can see looks. Wrong.

Then, the pain hits.

"I suppose I shouldn't have said anything," Stede winces. "Just hang on and we'll pull you out!"

"How fuckin' generous of you!" Izzy screams back, less out of irritation and more to let out some of the pain.

"The fuck is going on here?"

Izzy blinks. Roach. Roach is here. He'll make sure they don't kill him by accident while freeing him.

"Hand me a rope," Ed says. "Gonna have Izzy tie it to himself and then we'll pull him up!"

Roach appears over the hole. "Are you hurt?"

Izzy manages a pained cry. He doesn't know if it's simply broken or if it's something worse, but it fucking hurts.

"Okay," Roach says calmly. "Is...Is your leg trapped?"

"Yes," he calls up in a strangled voice. "I don't know how bad it is."

He watches as Roach snags the rope Ed now has in hand, and ties it around his own waist instead.

"Hold this, and do not drop me," he instructs Ed and Stede.

"No, we were going to-" Stede starts.

"I know, and you'd probably brute force his leg off if it's bad enough," Roach interrupts. "I'm going down to assess it first."

He doesn't leave them room to argue, shoving the other end of the rope at them until they take it.

Izzy closes his eyes for a moment, to try and focus on something other than pain. When he opens them, Roach is beside him.

"Hey," Roach smiles. "This is what we get for looting a long abandoned ship, hm? Nasty rotted boards and injuries."

"Found some other things," Izzy says. "Actually-"

"Later," Roach pats his upper arm. "Let me get you out of here and looked after first."

Izzy watches as Roach carefully looks over the trapped leg, plucking delicately at the leather of his trousers.

"You're gonna hate me," Roach grins. "I need to cut these to see how bad it really is. Go on, yell at me for ruining your only pair of trousers."

"Please just get me out," Izzy whimpers. Shouting won't help this and for once isn't worth it. He feels faint and like he might be sick and he just wants to be free.

"Okay," Roach's grin falls immediately. "Hang on."

Roach forces the scissors from his apron pocket through the leather, until all that remains is a short on that leg.

Izzy thinks he might yet keep and wear them. Didn't Ed say he ought to change up his wardrobe a little? Why not leather shorts, handmade by Roach and maybe Wee John, if he asked nicely for John to help hem them.

"Ooh," Roach winces. "Do not look at this leg, okay?"

Izzy immediately peers down and nearly passes out.

Blood. Bone. Not sticking all the way out but considering all of it is meant to stay inside, that doesn't really matter, does it?

"I'll have Buttons swim below and look at the rest," Roach says hurriedly.

"What do you need us to do?" Ed shouts down.

"Get Buttons to swim below and see how the rest of his leg looks!" Roach calls back up. "I need my medicine chest, the smaller one I bring for raids!"

"All the way on the Revenge?" Stede wrinkles his nose.

"Just go fucking get it!" Roach shouts, and it takes them all by surprise.

Stede takes the rope alone, while Ed dashes off presumably to Buttons and the chest.

"Talk to me," Roach commands as he sits carefully by Izzy. " Keep yourself awake for me."

"About what?" Izzy grumbles. "How much this fucking hurts?"

"Sure."

"It hurts and I hate that the only reason I'm down here is because I saw something Ed might like," Izzy says, though low enough he hopes Stede won't hear. "I just want to go home."

Roach's gaze softens. "I'll get you home. I don't leave my patients to die when they're crew."

"And if they aren't?"

"Case by case basis," Roach shrugs.

Izzy snorts and laughs. "And what criteria might determine if you'd leave me here, if I wasn't crew?"

"I don't know," Roach smiles.

"Yes you do," Izzy drawls. He feels delirious, but that makes it much easier to talk. He wants to talk, actually. Talking feels okay, in the weird haze consuming his mind. "I'm an asshole."

"Yeah, you are a lot of the time," Roach says. "But if I left every patient that was an asshole, my rate of dead versus surviving patients would be terrible."

"I'm...mean," Izzy grumbles. "I could do half the chores I shout about but then Ed, Ed he-"

"He asks why you're the one doing it; I know," Roach says with a giggle. "I've seen it happen."

"Yeah," Izzy sighs. "I'm just...trying to be a good pirate, and that means loyalty and Ed loves loyalty and I'm loyal but he doesn't love me."

Roach frowns. "You're very pale."

"Is that part of why too?!" Izzy cries. He leans over to drop himself into Roach's lap. "I never stood a chance."

Roach is shaking with giggles, but Izzy doesn't care. They always laugh at him.

"I'm sure he loves you," Roach says, and Izzy feels a hand gently playing with his hair. "I think Ed loves a lot of people in a lot of different ways. Maybe he just doesn't know how to tell you, or show you."

Izzy sniffles and nuzzles against Roach's leg. He's only giving more fuel for the fire for them to make fun of him, but he doesn't care. His leg hurts and he feels terrible and he wants nothing more than to nap in Roach's lap.

"Or maybe you miss what he does to say that he loves you," Roach continues. "You've been sailing with him a long time. Sometimes we forget those things, or have to relearn them, when we're with someone for years."

"Maybe," Izzy agrees. "I'm going to nap for a bit, wake me when Ed is back..."

"No," Roach forces Izzy up. "No sleeping!"

Izzy flops his head onto Roach's shoulder. "Can I rest here at least?"

"As long as you don't fall asleep," Roach replies. "This is wild, by the way. Never thought I would see you like this."

Izzy tries to snuggle against him more. "Keep me alive and you can see even more of me if you want."

"Really?" Roach giggles. "I bet you say that to all the surgeons."

"Only the hot ones," Izzy says. "When they make coffee just the way I like it and leave me sandwiches and sweets for when I'm on night watch."

"Yeah?" Roach asks softly. "How many of those have there been?"

"Just one," Izzy replies as his eyes flutter shut.

--

The scent of cinnamon wakes him.

He opens his eyes to see Roach, at the counter nearby, busily working some dough and snagging more ingredients as he goes.

Izzy peers down, and realizes he's on the low cot kept in the galley now for medical emergencies (Stede was sick of eating off the same table surgeries might be done on, which was fair.)

He wants to talk, but his throat is painfully dry. Still, he tries to clear his throat a little.

"Hey," Roach turns around, wiping his hands on his apron. "Welcome back."

"Do I still have a leg?"

"For now. If it gets infected...well. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Roach replies. "I've got you set and stitched and wrapped and casted, so hopefully that won't happen."

"Thank you," Izzy sighs despite the catch in his throat. "Could I have some-"

"Water, of course," Roach tuts. "I can hear you need some and here I am standing about..."

A moment later Roach is knelt by him with a cup of cold water, a hand helping hold his head up while he drinks.

"Better?"

Izzy nods. "I'll get up and get out of your hair. Can smell that you've got baking to get back to."

"Oh no," Roach gently presses him back down to the cot before he can fully sit up. "You're staying here with me for the foreseeable future. You really fucked up that leg, and I know you won't tell me if you're having trouble with it until it's too late for me to do anything-"

"So you're going to have to babysit me," Izzy sighs. "My apologies."

"I think I'll manage," Roach smiles. "Here, I need a taste test."

He stands and moves back to the counter, picking up something there that Izzy can't see.

"This is just a bit of cinnamon roll," Roach offers the first piece of warm, baked dough.

Izzy takes it and eats more greedily than he wanted to, but now that food is in front of him he's ravenous.

"Good?"

Izzy nods. "Thank you."

"One more to try, and then I have a broth I want you to eat," Roach says. "After that, if you feel up to it, a little more of something sweet."

Izzy knows Roach has given him something for the pain. He feels only the occasional twinge of discomfort, at least until it wears off.

Roach hands him a bit of what looks like a biscuit.

"Anise," Izzy smiles. "And orange?"

"With just a hint of cinnamon," Roach smiles proudly. "What do you think?"

"I think for the next raid, we offer the opposing crew these," Izzy replies. "Then tell them they get more, but only if they surrender and give up their loot."

"No sword fighting?"

"My leg will still be fucked by then I'm sure," Izzy sighs. "Offering them biscuits might be the most I can do."

"We'll see about that," Roach says. "Here, let me get the broth and some more water. You're probably starving by now."

Roach sits on the floor by the cot and together they share broth and water and a bit of bread leftover from breakfast. It's simple, but one of the best things Izzy's tasted.

Aside from the anise biscuits, of course.

"Get some sleep," Roach instructs as he stands and returns their dishes to a spare bit of counter. "I'm right here if you need me."

"You'll leave anything I need for the night before you go, right?" Izzy asks. "I ask only because I doubt I could get to the medicine chest myself right now."

Roach shakes his head. "You don't realise how long you were out with the medicine I gave you. It's midnight, if not a bit past."

"You should be sleeping."

"Later. I want these rolls ready for breakfast, so people can come in and grab them and go if they want," Roach says, hands already back to the dough he'd been working on.

"And when will you sleep then?" Izzy asks. "Because I'm sure you're about to tell me how that gives you extra time to work on lunch, which doesn't sound like sleeping to me."

"I could ask you the same thing about your usual work routine," Roach chuckles. "When do you actually get sleep, Mr. Hands?"

"Apparently only after I horribly injure myself."

Roach cackles. "Are you suggesting we injure you whenever you need a nap?"

"I'd leave it up to the Captains," Izzy replies. "Seems like their call to make."

"Oh really? I'd be the one treating you," Roach says. "Seems more my call."

"And what do you say?"

Roach turns and comes back to the cot, kneeling down to offer another bit of anise biscuit.

"I say I'd like to see you resting more," Roach replies. "I'd be happy to have you hide in here, on this, whenever you need a break. If we pile up some of the crates near it, no one can see you."

"That's a useful secret."

Roach puts a finger to his lips. "One just for us."

"And this stands even if I'm perfectly well?"

Roach nods. "I... would like to see more, of this Izzy."

Izzy nods, and reaches for a flour covered hand.

Roach squeezes back when Izzy holds it tightly, and presses a light kiss to the back of Izzy's hand.

Izzy smiles. "Between the biscuits and that, you'll spoil me with sweetness, you know that?"

Roach blushes and drops himself gently onto Izzy's stomach. "Shut the fuck up. Where has this Izzy been?"

"Seemingly stuck in the bottom of a rotting ship."

Roach laughs against him, and Izzy lets himself relax into the cot, surrounded by the joyful warm sound and the scent of anise and cinnamon.

[rocorambles]

Proving A Point

Pairing: Toji x reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Degradation, Murder, Violence, Gore, Borderline Necro??? But not really??? Listen...there is a dead body and things are done in very very close proximity to that dead body so take that as you will.

Summary: You make the mistake of accusing Toji of being jealous of sorcerers and he proves that he has nothing to be envious of.

Steady...Steady…

You wince as your stomach grumbles in complaint, hunger eating away at your patience and concentration. But you steel your nerves, stubbornly shaking your head and willing away the pangs in your abdomen as you focus on your surroundings, eyeing the cameras and employees, waiting for the right moment…

Skittish eyes. Rustling. Quick movements.

You tamper the pep in your step, hiding the glee in your face as you casually stroll outside of the sliding doors, leaving the grocery store and its shoppers in your wake, baggy sweatshirt much less roomy as you walk away. Your fingers itch to immediately grab the banana tucked inside your bra, but you know better.

Patience is a virtue. Out of sight, out of mind. And you wait, fighting every urge to run far away and dig into your stolen loot, sighing in giddy relief when you finally turn the corner, blocks away from the scene of the crime.

It’s almost animalistic how you practically rip off your hoodie, letting your precious cargo of fruits, bread, and chips fall to the ground. You plop on the ground, hand wrapping around the banana still tucked in the fabric around your chest, but you freeze at the sound of amused chuckling.

Your fight and flight instincts war inside of you, teeth baring, body back on its feet as you gauge your intruder. But your heart drops in your stomach when you take in the large muscular figure, the feral scarred grin leering at you from down the alley.

Years alone and left to fend for yourself have made your survival instincts strong and you know just from a brief glance that you don’t stand a chance against the man slowly meandering towards you. You’re no stranger to using your body for protection, money, just another night under a warm roof and you can only surmise that’s what he wants, that he’s just another predator in search of hapless prey. So you brace yourself, willing your body to relax as it trembles, letting it go limp as he draws near.

But you open your eyes in shock, looking warily on as he plucks the banana still nestled in your bra and peels it open, holding the opened end to your lips.

“Don’t let me interrupt your meal.”

You gape, eyes flickering between the yellow fruit and the amused face of the man in front of you. Back and forth, back and forth.

“If you’re not going to eat it, maybe I’ll have it. I’m getting kind of hungry anyway-”

“What is this? Some kind of weird foreplay?!”

Hunger makes your tongue sharper than you intend as you angrily chomp on the soft fruit before he can pull it away from you, your hands ripping the rest of the banana from his grasp as you quickly shove the rest in your mouth, uncaring of how ridiculous you look. So what if you look like an oversized furious chipmunk, cheeks bulging as you rapidly chew, scowl set in place? You’d be damned if you let someone else take your hard-earned food, even if he does look capable of choking you with his bare hands, and your eyes linger a little too long on the ways his shoulders and biceps bulge in his tight black shirt.

But his next words have you snapping back to attention, nervousness curling inside of you.

“I saw your little stunt back there. Not bad. How long have you been stealing to provide for yourself?”

You immediately deny his words, feigning ignorance, beads of cold sweat trailing down the side of your face the longer he just impassively stares at you as you continue stuttering.

Had you misjudged him? Was he some kind of undercover cop?

“What if I told you I could keep you off the streets, find jobs that would pay enough money to put a roof over your head, keep your stomach full?”

Your head snaps up, hope fluttering inside of you, your voice coming out more desperate and shaky than you wish.

“You won’t turn me in?”

The man snorts, bending down to pick up the rest of your meager belongings and food, not even looking back to see if you’re following as he begins to walk away, arms laden with your possessions, silently commanding you to follow him. And like a duckling imprinting on its parent, you instinctively trail after him without a single question about where you’re going, what jobs he’s talking about, or who he is. But as you exit the narrow alleyway and get ready to merge with the bustling street, he pauses, turning around to gaze at you as he answers one of those questions.

“I’m Toji. No last name. Just Toji.”

Neither of you dwell too much on what exactly brought the two of you together, what had Toji curiously watching as you skillfully and efficiently stole your next few meals and deciding to tuck you under his wing, what had you eagerly following after the man like a lost puppy. The harsh conditions and day-to-day survival of your lives don’t give either of you the luxury of wallowing in loneliness or the warmth that builds in your chests the more time you spend together.

But on nights after a successful job, bellies full of food and alcohol, bodies lazing on a cushy hotel bed where you splurge and rest for the night, neither of you fight the way your limbs naturally entangle, the way your lips meet in the dark, the way it feels so damn right to be together.

You learn about sorcerers and curses, shuddering when you become aware of an entire world that surrounds you. Toji laughs when he gifts you a pair of glasses that helps you see the evil around you and you scream, jumping in his readily outstretched arms, clinging onto him in fright.

Toji learns that aggressive shows of confrontation and brute force aren’t always the best answer (even if they are the most fun option) and he follows your lead, letting you quietly sneak around, swift hands dexterously picking locks, easily plucking and pocketing stolen goods. It’s your turn to laugh when he pouts at not being able to use his blade, strong arms crossed in front of his chest as he impatiently waits for you to finish your task.

But despite the months you spend together, you never get used to the crimson stains he returns with, eyes always averted and looking anywhere else when he deals a final blow. He knows if you had a choice, you’d always opt out of joining him on these specific types of requests. He knows it’s selfish to force you along, to make excuses as to why he needs you by his side as his sword guts yet another sorcerer. He knows he should feel some shame for the way you dry heave and vomit the contents of your guts at the sight of the countless corpses he forces you to look upon.

Yet all he feels is annoyance laced with guilt and fury at the pity in your eyes, the softness in your gaze as you watch him slay another individual who just happened to be born with cursed energy, the gentleness with which you handle the fallen bodies. Maybe that’s why he keeps on dragging you with him assassination after assassination, gloating about his new moniker “Socerer Killer” in front of you despite your clear discomfort towards the title.

But maybe the unspoken punishment is too soft for you, too subtle. And Toji scowls when you begin to question him and his motives, angrily growling right back at you when you raise your voice as you argue with him about his drive to kill every sorcerer he crosses paths with.

You plead and beg for him to reconsider. Sorcerers are humans after all, just with special abilities.

Toji wonders if you’d still think that if you met anyone else from the Zenin clan and both of you back down, your arms wrapping around him in an attempt to soothe and comfort as you see his mind and eyes glaze over in painful reminiscing.

It’s during one of these sessions that you utter the lines that end up being your downfall.

“Toji, do you think that maybe all your hate towards sorcerers is just jealousy? Are you jealous that you weren’t born with cursed energy like they were? Because if that’s what it is, there’s nothing to be jealous about-”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Harsh language and cursing are all things you’ve come to expect from Toji. But what has you paralyzed with fear and a desperate need to make things right is the pure animosity and seething rage in his voice.

You whimper as a large hand reaches to grip your face, squishing your cheeks painfully, forcing you to lock eyes with fierce emerald orbs.

“I’m not jealous.”

He abruptly lets go of you with that sentence, turning his back on you, slamming the door in his wake. And you know you should be grateful that this is the extent of his lashing out. Yet somehow your heart aches more in his absence and you almost long for more of his heated words, even a spiteful strike as the days drag on without his presence.

It’s embarrassing how much you miss him, how accustomed you’ve grown to him being around. But you can’t help the way you scramble and flail in your rush to greet him as he finally enters your bedroom almost an entire week later. And he snorts when he easily catches you as you stumble and topple into his arms, tightly flinging your arms around him and holding him in silence, nuzzling and inhaling his scent as you bury your head in his chest.

You don’t miss the way a large hand gently rests on your head, the way he lets himself bask in your embrace. But all is not forgiven or forgotten and you warily listen as he barks at you to get ready, telling you he has another job for the both of you, grimacing when a razor sharp grin cuts across his face when he tells you it’ll be a messy one.

If there’s one positive attribute about Toji, it’s that he’s a man of his word. Your stomach churns, nausea swirling inside of you as he uses his bare fists to seemingly break every bone in the target’s body, unnecessarily cruel as he drags out the sorcerer’s death. The victim’s agonized screams fill the air and you clamp your hands over your ears, wishing you were anywhere but here, hesitantly stepping towards the exit, but stopping at Toji’s curt command for you to stay put.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh finally stops and you let out a shaky breath, tentatively lowering your arms as you turn back to face Toji, waiting for his exit plan. But your eyes widen when you see the sorcerer’s chest still rising and falling, still hanging to life by a fraying thread. And realization weighs down on your shoulders like a ton of bricks when Toji beckons you over, pulling your reluctant body until your back is pressed against his chest.

He places the hilt of his sword in your hands before gripping your hips, holding you still as his thumbs languidly rub lazy circles through the fabric of your pants. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, he watches the tremble of your arms as you vigorously shake your head side to side, eyes dizzyingly flitting between the half-dead sorcerer laying at your feet and the sharp point of the weapon your holding.

“Toji, I don’t- I can’t-”

“Kill him or be punished. Pick your poison.”

You know there’ll be hell to pay if you don’t follow through and every ounce of self-preservation screams at you to put your own well-being above the pitiful stranger on the ground. But when you lock eyes and see the fear and pain, see him as just another human like yourself, you know you’ll never be able to forgive yourself if you deal the final blow, know that his death will haunt you, curse you, for the rest of your life.

You’re terrified as you begin to loosen your grip, getting ready to let the object clatter to the ground, knowing full well Toji will be livid. But before you can fully release the sword, strong hands wraps around yours, forcing you to hold the blade once more, and you scream as Toji guides your hands, forcing you to cut through flesh, muscle, skin, and bone, the body parting like butter beneath the overwhelming force. Hot crimson splatters decorate the both of you and all you smell and taste is metallic copper.

All you’re cognizant of is the dimming light in the sorcerer’s eyes, the way your hands are still holding onto the weapon buried in your victim’s guts.

Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.

You don’t know anything except the need to flee, to separate yourself as far from the crime scene as possible. And your legs jerk back to life, only to give out on you as you’re forced to the ground, body unable to do much against Toji’s brute strength as he forces you on all fours on top of the still warm corpse, your limbs encasing the figure, eyes unable to look anywhere but straight down on those vacant eyes.

“Take a close look, sweetheart. Still think I’m jealous of a pathetic meat sack like that? Still think I care about having cursed energy? His special little powers didn’t help him much, did they?”

Toji’s laughter rings in your ears as your shaky arms struggle to hold your bodyweight up, trying to create as much distance between your torso and the hardening corpse beneath you, your eyes clenching shut, trying to block out the gruesome scene. You’re so focused on your predicament that you barely register calloused hands pulling down your pants and underwear, leaving your most intimate parts on display.

But Toji’s never been a fan of being ignored, especially by you, and you wail as he suddenly shoves his cock inside of your dry and unprepared hole, the pain and force of his thrust throwing you off balance and fat tears stream down your face as your body falls on the lifeless form beneath you.

Fear, pain, and disgust coil and slither inside of you as you futilely flail and try to lift yourself off the body beneath you, loud sobs escaping past your lips as your face is squished against a much colder visage, your tears and saliva mixing with the congealed blood on the sorcerer’s face. But every time you try to push yourself up, Toji rams into you from behind, and you instinctively tip forward, trying to escape, trying to pull away from him, only to further trap yourself against the corpse.

“God, you’re such a fucking crybaby. He’s dead, get over it. Look. There’s nothing to be so upset about.”

A new wave of salty tears trail down your face as Toji uses one hand to pin you down, forcing your lips to connect with colder, stiffer ones in a mockery of a kiss. He pauses his relentless thrusts to boisterously laugh as you fight against his hold in renewed vigor, fueled by your disbelief and terror.

“Alright, I guess that’s enough punishment for you. Don’t want you to die from shock. Let me make it all better.”

If you thought the ocean of negativity you had been drowning in before was bad, this is worse. So much worse. And a disgust so thick, so potent, so irreversible washes over you, seeping into every part of you, as pleasure begins to flicker and grow deep inside of you. Toji knows every inch of your body inside and out, and it’s pathetic how quickly your pleas for him to stop become lewd moans and wanton sounds as his fingers rub and play with hardening nipples and clit, as he angles his cock at just the perfect degree that has you seeing stars, as his teeth possessively bite down in the junction of your neck.

You don’t want to feel good, not like this, not here, not sprawled on top of a man you had just killed in cold blood. But it’s hard to think of anything else other than the arousal and lust fogging over your morality, over your humanity as Toji turns you into a well-trained mindless slut desperate for him, for pleasure. And he smiles victoriously as you stop resisting, letting your body mold against the corpse beneath you, uncaring of how absolutely sinful and depraved you look as you moan and drool like a bitch in heat, writhing shamelessly against the body underneath you.

He knows the image is going to be seared into his mind for life, fap material for years to come, and his hips stutter, his tempo fluctuating as his balls tighten, his thrusts becoming even more feral and desperate as he chases his end. And when you cum first, convulsing and milking him of all his seed, pushed over the edge by the brutality of his pace, he spills thick white spurts deep inside of you, grunting in satisfaction as he slams balls deep into you one last time.

It’s amusing how you’ve seemingly had a complete change of heart, looking almost at home and at peace as you continue laying on the motionless sorcerer, body twitching and eyes rolled back in your head as you laze in post-coital bliss. His softening and spent cock twitches in interest again as a sticky trail begins to trickle out your used cunt, mixing with the blood of the broken body beneath you. And it takes all his willpower to refrain from having you, tasting you all over again.

You’re still on the clock after all and there’s payment to be collected.

But as he coldly barks at you to get up and tidy yourself up as best as you can, smug satisfaction swells inside of him as he watches you exhaustedly pull your panties and pants back up above your ass, a dazed pleasured look on your face as you quickly make your way to him, tucking yourself closely to his side and leaning into his body heat.

You always were a clingy and needy thing after an orgasm. But he can’t bring himself to mind, sneering as he tosses one last backwards glance at the dead sorcerer you’re leaving behind before finally settling into a self-satisfied smile as he pulls you in closer.

Cursed energy and all...no sorcerer could ever make you feel as good as him.

[neo-shitty]

props and mayhem — j.wy

description. in the midst of committing felonies in the dark, jung wooyoung—your literal partner in crime and ride or die for life—manages to snag your heart in the process without you even realizing it. i mean, what the hell did you expect from seoul city’s most notorious robber?

pairings. jung wooyoung x female reader

genre. bonnie & clyde!au, smut, enemies to lovers (?)

warnings. mentions of robbery and stealing and other crimes, usage of guns, car accidents, the amount of dirty talk in this one put jason derulo to shame, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (pls wrap it b4 u tap it, they litrally disregarded the condom here), riding, multiple orgasms, hinted character death(s)

word count. 7k

notes. ended my writing hiatus earlier than i said i would along with the ‘smut only once a year thing’ i had going on. this idea was just too good to let go. (tune into the playlist here!)

You were never one to break your promises, even if it meant you had to slip back into a life you’ve long been trying to run away from. Jaw-locked and teeth-gritted, you floored the accelerator and the whole car jolted forward. You sped down the empty highway, gripping the rubber of the steering wheel so tight you that its pattern imprinted itself to the skin of your palm. 

Beside you, Wooyoung sat comfortably with his feet propped up on the dashboard, counting paper bills in his hands. Who would’ve known that a pawnshop would make an easy target? The jewelry he shoved into the black duffel bag reflected the light from the lamp posts, shining and disappearing as you passed by each light source. The red and blue lights blinking in the rearview mirror had long disappeared into the distance. 

You finally lost them. Thank fuck. 

The adrenaline waned as relief began to wash over you, lulling the pulsing in your ear into a dull thumping. At least, you no longer had the police breathing down your necks. Adrenaline kept your drowsiness at bay for the most part of the night but now, the tiredness was kicking in. You blinked back at the analog clock blaring on your car radio. 12:48 AM, it read. It wasn’t that late yet but you could already feel the heaviness of your eyelids weighing down over your eyes.

You scanned the road ahead, watching out for places to stay the night. Not too far ahead, you spotted a hot pink neon sign glowing so bright it nearly outshone the moon. 

Wooyoung took his foot off the dash as you flicked the blinkers on. 

“Damn, I didn’t know you were in the mood to get frisky tonight. Is that why you answered my call?” 

For the first time in the entire ride, Wooyoung’s attempt at making small talk worked. You snapped, turning your head so you could look him dead in the eye. It was the most attention you’ve given him since the last time you’ve been in each other’s company. Dark eyes, tall nose, plump lips and pale skin; it was the same pretty face, just the way you left it. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips in triumph.

You sighed, shifting your attention back to more important things. The lack of sleep was making you snarky, but you did not want to waste any more time bickering with him. “We can’t park in the open,” you answered as you turned the wheel, rolling into the motel parking lot. You parked out in the back, away from immediate view from the highway. 

“So you want to do it somewhere hidden?” You could see him smiling, eyebrows raised teasingly.

You only turned to him again when you nailed parking backwards in the dimly lit lot. “Wooyoung, shut the fuck up.” 

He jumped out the car the second you turned off the engine, duffel bag filled with loot hung over his shoulder. You walked over to the motel’s entrance and you went through the doors together. The front desk was just as dimly lit as the exterior and the only light came from inside the booth of the receptionist. Wooyoung wrapped an arm around your waist, putting on the act you’ve both long mastered in the heists you’ve done before. 

“A room for two just for the night,” Wooyoung whispered through the hole in the glass separating the receptionist from the both of you and you giggled on cue.

The woman in the glass stared back with an empty gaze and you wondered how many couples she endured in her career to be this unfazed. Wooyoung stared at you with hooded lids, eyeing your lips every now and then as if his mind was fogged up by a drunken haze. Your eyes fluttered shut whenever he leaned down to ghost your lips with a kiss, only broken out of the scene you were acting out when a clatter came from behind you. 

The front desk lady’s hand slid through the opening with an offering: the key to your motel room and a condom packet. 

“Third floor, street view. Enjoy your stay,” she said, sending you both off with a tight-lipped smile.

You muttered a shy thanks before turning your back, avoiding the receptionist’s stare. Wooyoung swept the key off the table. 

“Sorry about that. Thanks for the key,” he whistled, winking at the lady before whisking you away.

He kept an arm around you, gently guiding you up the staircase even when you were perfectly capable of doing so by yourself. But you couldn’t push him away now, not while the red light of the CCTV cameras still blinked in your direction. You kept the act up until you both disappeared behind the wooden door of the motel room. Or at least you did. You shoved Wooyoung aside the second the lock clicked behind you.

The room wasn’t bad for something so cheap. The LED lights lining the ceiling flickered on as you walked in, coating the room in a crimson red filter. A dresser sat by the foot of the double bed alongside a tall wooden cabinet. A mirror framed with intricate carvings hung on the wall beside the embedded flat-screen television, standing in stark contrast to the modern vibe of the room. 

You crossed the room, splitting the blinds to peek out the window. The road was devoid of cars, nothing but an empty street as far as your eyes could see. You stayed a moment longer, anticipating a pair of blinking vibrant lights to appear at the end of the road. But the roads remained empty. You began to relax, but you never quite put your guard down completely.

In the mirror, you could see Wooyoung sprawled out on the double bed—legs dangling on the edge of the bed as he fiddled with his new necklace. Despite your annoyance, you were glad that he made it out in one piece especially now that he did his heists alone.

“You could’ve died there, Wooyoung,” you mumbled.

You didn’t have to turn and look him in the eye to know that a cocky smirk now adorned his lips. “But I didn’t,” he replied without looking at you, shuffling around as he picked out the pieces of jewelry he managed to snag on his way out.

“You would’ve if I wasn’t there to save your ass, you reckless fuck.” You turned on your heel, walking over to the bed to eye him down.

“Well, you did save me. So what’s all the fuss about?”

His nonchalance made you want to scream. He said it as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, as if you didn’t lose your mind trying to get where he was as soon as he ended the call. 

But it was muscle memory speeding down the streets of Seoul. The adrenaline coursed through your veins, only upping your speed even more with every near-miss until you finally ended up at the pawnshop he just raided. In seconds you were back in the main street—this time with the cops on your tail. More often than not, Wooyoung was on the driver’s end of your heists. But you learned a thing or two from watching the racer from the passenger seat. Now, you drove just as fast as he did. 

You were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with, a nuisance to Seoul Police Department’s previous clean record, until the day you came face to face with death and decided to call it quits. You worked on erasing your tracks, shaking Wooyoung’s relentless invites to other heists. And right when you finally thought that he’d given up on trying to get you back, he comes calling again with the same offer. This time, your circumstances warranted every bit of help you could get and he just happened to have the answer to your biggest problem.

“I thought we stopped doing this,” you asked as you watched him go through the contents of his duffel bag.

“Correction,” he replied, pointing a pistol he pulled out of the bag in your direction, “you stopped.” Slowly, he turned the gun until the barrel was beneath his chin, “I continued our legacy.”

Wooyoung didn’t try to mask the disappointment in his tone. Even in the dim light of the motel room, you caught the frown on his lips. Though he did try to be easy going with you, there was no point avoiding the elephant in the room. 

“Do you want me to apologize?”

“You know how to?” His eyes widened in fake astonishment, chuckling when you shot him a glare. “You don’t have to, I already forgave you when you showed up. Doing those heists alone was lonely, but knowing you missed me was heartwarming.” 

“What makes you think I did?” You cocked an eyebrow as you sat at the edge of the bed beside him.

Wooyoung set the gun aside, turning his full attention to you. “Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have come at all.”

“And if I didn’t, then what? I’d catch wind that the great Jung Wooyoung was found dead and have it beat down my conscience until the day I died too?”

Your breath hitched in your throat when he sat up abruptly, closing the proximity between you. He locked eyes with you and you pretended that you didn’t catch the way his eyes flickered to your lips for a moment before he answered.  “Shit,” he whispered, lips close enough to touch. “We’re in this forever, aren’t we?”

“I guess you could say that,” you shrugged.

“Last time we were this close, you left me the next day,” he breathed, a hairsbreadth apart. “Would you do it again?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

Wooyoung raised his eyebrows at your response, eyes following as you pushed yourself off the bed. Only for him to tug you back down with an iron grip on your arm before you could get far enough. You stumbled backwards as he pulled you toward him, purposely tripping you over his legs to lose your balance so you’d land on his lap. 

You huffed arrogantly, moving to push yourself off him before he could notice how flustered you were getting. But his hand loosened its grip on your arm, trailing down your arm before he rests it over your thighs as if to keep you in place. “Who said I’d let you leave me again?”

His whisper made you shudder. A trail of frost ran down your spine, sending goosebumps dancing across your skin. He pulled away from your ear, but his breath still fanned the side of your neck in slow intervals. 

“Maybe you’re forgetting that I can feel how needy you are,” he said, tensing the muscles of his thigh before he bounced his leg—you along with it.

A pathetic whimper escaped your lips as you felt him move beneath you, purposely nudging you where you were most sensitive just to see you falter. Your legs began to lose their function as they failed to ground you. Your thoughts began to cloud up as the heat slowly coursed through your body. A vibration shot through you with every bounce of his leg and you began to lose focus and self control. His hand ran up your leg, drawing figures on the skin of your inner thigh. 

You felt yourself slowly lose grip of the last of your self-control, falling deeper into his trance. 

“Wooyoung,” you managed to mutter, pushing yourself up with the last of your strength but he kept his arm heavy over your lap.

“I know you want this as much as I do,” he uttered, hand trailing further up your leg, “so what’s stopping us?”

Nothing, you wanted to reply, but his lips were already pressed against yours—soft at first, until you began to kiss him back. The kiss was far from gentle, filled to the brim with fervency and need, like soulmates reuniting after a lifetime apart. His hands rested on either side of your body, holding you up as you moved to straddle him. He groaned into the kiss as you sat back down, grinding on him as you nestled onto his lap. 

“Arms,” he uttered between kisses. You blindly obliged, raising them off of him so he could slip you out of the thick leather jacket he’d given you earlier that night off. The cool breeze nipped on your skin but it was nothing against the heat beneath your skin. 

His hands slipped beneath the fabric of your tank top and you shivered as the coolness of his palm touched your abdomen. His hands rested on your waist, keeping you grounded on his lap as your tongues lapped against one another. You should’ve learned by now that it wasn’t endearing when he started tracing circles on your skin. But you took anything soothing as a sign to drop your guard, only to have Wooyoung take advantage of it time and time again. 

The second he noticed your shoulders relaxed, he rolled his hips up, brushing his erection against your clothed mound eliciting a moan from you. You shivered, feeling your legs lose strength, and you sank further into his lap. It took every ounce of your self control to stop yourself from grinding down against him. You felt your arousal gush out, soaking through your underwear. The desperation to be touched only grew with every brush against your sensitivity.

Your struggle didn’t go unnoticed. Wooyoung ran his hand down the waistline of your denim shorts, stopping by the front of your abdomen to undo both your belt and the garment’s buttons. But he stopped there, hands leaving unfinished business behind to massage your waists again. 

You whined into the kiss and it made him chuckle. He pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at you. “Not so feisty now, are we?” The raspiness of his voice only made you yearn for his touch. You felt the blood rush to your cheek, embarrassed about your own desperation. 

Wooyoung didn’t wait for you to reply. His arms hooked around you, anchoring you to him as he kissed your jawline. He nipped on the skin of your neck, leaving tiny marks as he went further down. His hand found its way between your legs, resting over your clothed mound for a moment before he began to rub you through the fabric of your denim shorts. Your head careened back, baring your neck, giving his lips more space to assault. The combined pleasure made your head spin and you desperately tried to anchor yourself in place. His other hand raked up the fabric of your tank top, sending ripples across your torso before he’d rest it back on your waist. 

He was taking things slow, purposely prolonging your agony as if to take back for leaving him alone many months ago. He wouldn’t admit that he was that petty out loud, but he was an impatient one and he only did stunts like this to tease you.

But you had your own tricks up your sleeves. Trailing down his chest, your hand eventually reached the evident bulge in his pants. You palmed him through the cloth, turning the heated session into a competition on who makes the other cum first with mere stimulation. His groans were muffled by your skin, reverberating through your body as you began to run your hand up and down his shaft. 

Your knees buckled when he pressed down harder, unintentionally grinding yourself on his hand. It didn’t help your case as you felt your arousal pool even more. Another piece of underwear soiled and unusable after this. It made you wish that you should’ve taken it off earlier. 

Wooyoung didn’t want to lose to you but the quiet moans escaping your lips and your palm massaging his growing erection was wearing his patience thin. Your hooded eyes found their way to his, swollen lips parted as you breathed sporadically. It took one phrase from you, one uttered between your rapid breaths, for him to move.

“Fuck me.” Your words were music to his ears.

His hands moved to your ass as he lifted both you and himself off the bed, turning around to lay you down on the mattress. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips, distracting you as he worked on ridding you of your denim shorts. Your own hands tugged at the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

“We’re not getting a wink of sleep tonight,” he whispered as he crawled on top of you, leaning down to kiss you again. His hand brushes past your abdomen before it disappears beneath the fabric of your underwear.

You felt his lips twitch up into a smirk when you squirmed beneath him, pushing him away as he brushed past your wetness. He had you wrapped around his finger, fully vulnerable in the state of neediness that you were in. His fingers alternated between rubbing circles around your nub and swiping through your folds, slick already coating his fingers and making the whole process of pleasuring you easier. 

Your lips parted as he slowly pushed his fingers in and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His fingers disappeared deep within you and you could feel the cool metal of his rings inside you, sending shivers up your spine every time he thrusted his fingers in. His thumb didn’t relieve your nub from the pressure and the thunderous pulsing in your ear only grew louder as you felt the pressure build up as your orgasm drew closer. 

Your hips bucked off the mattress as he pumped his fingers in faster. He was merciless even as you squirmed away from him. Fingers curled deep in you, you felt the knot loosen  as he hit the right spot over and over again. A wave crashed over you as you reached your release, cumming on his fingers. 

He broke the kiss to let you breathe, watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you tried to catch your breath. You began to relax beneath him but his fingers continued pushing into you, letting you ride out your high on his fingertips—only pulling them out when you pushed him away. 

Even in the dark, you could see how his fingers glistened with your release. You turned away, embarrassed. 

“Did that make up for lost time?” Wooyoung asked playfully, the same sly smirk on his lips. You gave him a playful punch to his shoulder before he got off the bed.

You took the moment to get a breather. He walked over to the duffel bag sprawled on the floor, shuffling through the paper, weapons and jewels until he found what he was looking for. He crawled back on to the bed, straddling you as he spread out his palm. Rings, you noticed, a lot of them. 

“Hand,” he asked and you gave it to him. One by one, he slipped each piece onto your ring finger. Some were gold, some were silver. Some were studded and adorned with stones, others were plain bands of heavy metal. He tossed each one aside as they all ended up too tight or too loose on your fingers until he found the perfect one; a silver ring with a small stone to top it off. 

You pushed yourself up as you examined the ring in the dimly lit room. “Wooyoung, what’s all this about?”

“I made a promise to myself that if you came back, I’d do anything to make you stay,” he answered, brushing his thumb over the stud of the ring then the back of your palm.

“And you think a ring would do the trick?” You fought the bubble of laughter that threatened to escape your lips when you looked up and saw the sincerity in his eyes.

Wooyoung chuckled, “You always had a thing for shiny things. That pawn shop heist was my last attempt at trying to get you back.” 

Your heart warmed at his confession but the guilt of leaving him behind dwelled deep in the pits of your stomach. You knew you were all he had until you left him too, but he took you back with open arms anyway. Recalling why you started making money off of crimes became a paradoxical mix of emotions—other times you thought you did it for the glory, sometimes for the thrill of it, when in reality you were doing it for him. You were glad he didn’t find another partner while you were busy rethinking the past few years you spent terrorizing the folks of your city.

You initiated the kiss this time, pressing your lips flush against his. Your hands rested on his chest, trailing down the toned muscles of his upper torso. He broke the kiss to discard the remainder of your garments but it didn't take long for him to return. The marks he’d left from earlier have begun to show more prominently on your skin, but he didn’t mind leaving more as he trailed kisses down your neck and chest. His mouth eventually found its way to your breasts, one taken care of by his hand while he sucked on the other. Your back arched off the mattress and he had to press down on you to keep you down. 

Your arousal continued to drip out of you, pooling on to the sheets beneath you. The silver chain necklace dangling off of Wooyoung’s neck rested coldly on your abdomen, sending shivers through your skin every time he shifted. 

His ministrations ended when he’d had enough fun, climbing up to slip his tongue back inside your mouth as you moaned when his shaft brushed against your folds.

“Stop being such a fucking tease,” you growled when he pulled away. 

Your desperation made Wooyoung laugh as he pulled away from your body completely. Before you could complain, he grabbed you by the legs, pulling your body closer to where he was situated. He took matters into his own hands, stroking his shaft before pushing it between your folds. He watched as you rutted up against him, eager for enough contact to send you through your next orgasm. 

“Beg for it,” he muttered, watching you with hooded eyes. He kept his pace steady, groaning lowly as you pushed yourself up to him.

“Fuck me, Wooyoung,” you pleaded, the sound more pathetic out loud than you imagined it in your head.

“Manners?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow up as he grabbed his shaft.

You whimpered, hips falling back on to the mattress as he pulled himself away from you. “Please?” You finally muttered.

Wooyoung smiled, positioning himself right at your entrance. “That’s my girl.”

You gasped as he pushed himself into you with ease. Your arousal had long coated your walls in slick, enough to let him bottom out inside you. Your mouth hung open as he pushed in deeper, surprised by his length even after taking him so many times before.

“Still tight as ever,” he grunted. “Haven’t fucked anyone while we were apart?”

You shook your head in response, unable to formulate coherent sentences as he pulled out only to slam back into you. He let you adjust to his length before he began his slow thrusts. Wooyoung had always been a kisser and tonight he made sure your lips were never left unaccompanied. In his lips you could taste the longingness, months of lonely nights and the bitter aftertaste of nicotine.

Slow and calculated, he took his time getting riled up only to fuck you this slow and this passionately. If he wasn’t kissing you, he was looking into your eyes—admiring the way they would occasionally roll back when he hit a spot just right. You kept your eyes on him as much as you could. Sometimes, you’d be distracted by the necklace that hung by his neck as it swung with every thrust. 

He began to up his pace. The sound of skin against skin resonated within the walls of the motel room. Your breathing quickened, feeling the tension build up in your stomach again. 

“God, stop clenching around me,” he growled, readjusting himself so he could hit you deeper.

“Can’t,” you replied between breaths and moans. “Too good.”

You could tell that Wooyoung’s attention wasn’t on you anymore, he was more focused on chasing his own orgasm. Without warning, he bumped it up a notch, hitting you in places neither his fingers nor yours have reached before. He was thrusting into you with no regard to how loud your moans were getting. 

“Wooyoung.” Your whimper knocked him out of his focus, but it didn't do anything to slow him down. 

You felt him twitch inside you as the hot strings of his load empty out inside you, mixing with your own juices from earlier, but he doesn’t stop his thrusts until much later. 

Wooyoung pulled out to catch his own breath, but he’s only met by the sight of your cum and his dripping out of you. His mouth watered at the sight, fighting the urge to shove two fingers into your hole to put it back. Instead he pulled you up to him and you met his lips with lazy kisses. The tables turned and you were now on top, straddling him. 

You pushed him down until his back laid flat on the bed, one hand rested on your waist as you got into position while the other ran a finger through his hair. You pushed his shaft back, lining it up with you as you slowly sank yourself down. 

He let out a low groan as your walls began to suck him back in. Your moves were slow as you lifted yourself off of him with shaky legs. His hands kept a hold on your waist as you began to bounce yourself on him, gradually picking up momentum as you went. Your head fell back from the pleasure, mouth hanging open as his hips began to thrust up to meet you. The eagerness to reach each other’s highs only made you even more aroused than before.

Wooyoung began to pound into you quicker, thrusting up to you in a pace that nearly made you dizzy. He reached up to grope your breasts, turned on by the way they bounced in front of him. His hands trailed down to your nub, simulating you with minimal rubs but enough vibration to send you close to the edge.

“Fuck, Wooyoung,” you stammered, “that feels so good.”

“Oh yeah?” he panted, his own breath hitching in his throat as he chased his orgasm. “Come for me then?”

The orgasm that rolled through you knocked you out of your breath; your knees eventually giving in and your body slowly slumping forward in exhaustion. Wooyoung kept you flushed against his chest as he kept thrusting into you until he came inside you for the second time. His thrusts slowed down much later as his mind began to clear up. He rubbed his palm on your back as he slowly came down from his high, planting a kiss on the top of your head for a job well done. 

“Hey,” he called out, “you can get off me now.” 

When you didn’t reply, he repeated it a second time before he realized that you’ve fallen asleep against his chest, which would’ve been cute if only his dick wasn’t still inches deep in you. He hoped you didn’t feel him throbbing in your sleep.

You jolted awake to the sound of sirens echoing in the distance. 

The sun wasn’t up yet and the room remained just the way you left it the night before. Your eyes slowly peered open and you found yourself in Wooyoung’s arms, your hand resting over his bare chest. If you took a look at him in his sleep, you’d never think he’d be capable of making it to the top of the city’s most wanted list. The creases on his forehead were barely evident in the dim light, making him seem worriless in his slumber. 

You could’ve gone on admiring his features forever but for now, you had to stop. You didn’t have the time to.

You slipped out of the sheets, groaning at the soreness that shot through you when you made an attempt to stand. Your knees trembled, but at least they didn’t buckle, and you went on to slip back into the garments you’ve discarded the night before. Your movements were quick and quiet. Zipping up the duffel bag lying on the floor, you lifted off the ground before throwing the strap over your shoulder. 

In seconds you were out the door, eyeing both ends of the hallway cautiously before making the dash for the emergency exit. You made it out through the back door, walking out into the center of the parking lot. 

You keyed your car, throwing the duffel bag to the back seat the second you opened the door and you hopped in. Only then, when your hands were already wrapped around the steering wheel, did you begin to rethink your actions. 

You heard Wooyoung’s call for help over voicemail when you refused to answer his call. He’s number had long been deleted from your contacts, but the digits were embedded deep in your memory—impossible to shake off. Your cellphone sat on top of the cold marble counter, announcing the details of the heist through the speakers: which shop he robbed this time, what he managed to steal and where he’d be waiting if you chose to fetch him. 

You were still trying to adjust to the legal lifestyle, coping poorly with the inability to resort to crime to get your bills paid. In this time and age, it was getting harder and harder to get by with only a regular paying job. It was nearing the end of the month again and you haven’t even gotten around to paying the dues for the previous one. Rent skyrocketed as the city grew and your utility bills began to stack up on one another.

The offer sounded tempting and you obliged; thinking you’d just get your share after you aid him on his getaway, drop Wooyoung off in the middle of nowhere and then you’d part ways. You wanted to revert back to your old ways, back when you did your petty crimes together to get all the bills paid. You’d plan heists nearing the end of the month, making sure that you’d get enough to get both of your bills paid. You were smart about selecting your targets, locking on to corporations that wouldn’t lose too much even if you emptied out their stashes. You’d stay the night somewhere far from where you both lived, fucking until the early AM and part ways in the morning and live life as normally as two fugitives could. 

But the option of living life normally was crossed out by the echo of blaring sirens. The police had come close to catching you the last time. With a solid analysis on the patterns of your burglary, they were bound to hunt you down in no time. The least you wanted to happen was to put all of Wooyoung’s effort to waste. At least, if the police were going to barge in, they wouldn’t have enough evidence to make the capture. 

Your eyes wandered to the duffel bag filled with expensive papers that sat idly in the back seat. When you looked back, the neon lights of the motel reflected in the silver ring around your finger—a reminder of an unspoken promise of sticking by each other ‘till the world be damned. 

You exhaled out loud, feeling your raging thoughts come to a consensus when your emotions get entangled. It was always your feelings getting ahead of your priorities. You cursed, slamming your hands against the steering wheel before you exit the car and retrace your steps. 

You jogged back to the emergency exit, swinging the door open hard and gasping when you found Wooyoung at the other side.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, barring the doorway back into the motel with an extended arm. It was unnecessary though, the only reason you walked back was to fetch him. Now that he stood in front of you, you put your mind into other things.

“I should be the one asking you that,” you answered briefly, arms crossed over your chest.

He scoffed, “Not when I woke up to an empty bed and my cash stash stolen.”

“It was never even yours to begin with.”

“Neither was it yours,” he retorted.

You blinked, knowing well that you’ve lost this argument. You turned on your heel, walking back to your car with him tailing behind you. You tossed the keys in his direction and he caught them right before they reached the ground. 

“For the record, I came back for you,” you muttered defensively, slipping into the passenger’s seat beside him. The engine roared to life as Wooyoung turned the key. He tested the pedal giddily, missing the feeling of having a getaway car. 

He turned to you right as he shifted gears, “I don’t get you. You said you didn’t want to do this anymore, but you were planning to leave with the money but without me?”

You groaned in exasperation. “Wooyoung, we don’t have time for this!”

“I need an explanation,” he whined, pulling the hand brake up as he threw a fit. He mirrored the way you had your arms crossed over your chest, looking at you defiantly. 

“You’re a darn heavy sleeper. Would you rather get caught red-handed with the cash and the jewelry or get detained only to be released because they don’t have enough evidence to keep you behind bars?”

Wooyoung’s face shifted as he considered your response. It was a clever way to bullshit your real reasons but it was enough to convince him.

“Now, drive.”

You shot out the parking lot and into the empty highway. In the sky, the sun’s rays slowly ate away the darkness. With the dawn came the sirens of the police cars you heard from a distance; now closing in on you. 

But if there was anything Wooyoung loved about stealing, it was the chase and the thrill of nearly getting caught. The corners of his lips twitched up into a smile as he caught a glimpse of the sirens in the rearview mirror. You popped open the dashboard, pulling out one of the many weapons hidden in the many spaces inside your car—stowed away until needed for emergencies like these.

You didn’t have to say anything else. Your bodies still functioned with muscle memory as adrenaline began to pump into your veins. Even after months apart, your minds were still in sync with one goal in mind. Shake them off or die trying. 

You heaved a breath in to stabilize the quiver of your hands. 

Wooyoung’s eyes were fixed on the road, calculating the best route to make a get-away. But there was nothing ahead but an endless highway. If he were to lose them, he had to think harder—and as he looked into the mirror hanging over his head—faster. His eyes wandered to you, catching a glimpse of you holding the gun to your chest—a mannerism of yours he knew too well, one you always did when you got nervous.

 “Careful.”.

Even when he couldn’t see you, he knew that what he said made you smile. “Always.” 

You flinched when a bullet shattered the side mirror of your car, but it wasn’t enough to break your focus. In fact, it only fueled your rage. You shuffled on your seat, turning around so you could see just what you were aiming for. 3 police cars tailed behind you, one overtaking the others as they tried to match the speed of your car. 

You took aim, wasting two bullets on the bumper before you finally hit your target. The punctured tire burst with a pop and the car veered off the road, ramming into a picket fence as the driver lost control of the vehicle.

“Good job, babe,” Wooyoung muttered when you sat back down on the passenger seat. “Now, sit tight. I have an idea.”

One down, two to go. Your head throbbed, maybe from the lack of sleep or maybe from the amount of adrenaline. Wooyoung swerved into a different street, drifting the curve to lose as little speed as he made the turn. The race was still on, the police falling behind a few cars but catching up nonetheless. Wooyoung floored the accelerator and the speedometer’s needle reached its limit, eyes fixed up ahead.

“Wooyoung,” you breathed shakily as your eyes landed on the yellow lowered bar by the level crossing. In the distance you caught a glimpse of the bullet train, speeding to the intersection at the same speed your car was. “Wooyoung!”

“Do you trust me?!” he shouted back but before you could give your answer, your car rammed into the barrier, bumping up into the railway. The train’s horn was a deafening one and you thought that it would already be a pity to die from a car crash that was entirely avoidable, let alone with blown up eardrums. 

But you make it across soundly, the metal car rattling as it rolled back onto the asphalt road. You prayed that the money Wooyoung stole would be enough to cover car damage or have the whole thing replaced. However, the car that followed you wasn’t as fortunate. The train rammed straight into the police car, toppling it into the opposite track. The other car disappeared behind the carriages of the train. You hoped that had been enough to lose them.

You sank into the carseat in both relief and exhaustion, shoving the gun back into its compartment as you let the wind whizzing past the car bring you back to calmness. The car rolled into an overpass, an 8-lane road spanning the remainder of the city. There were only a few other cars on the ramp, all travelling in the fast lanes. Wooyoung lowered the gears to match their pace, pulling up the windows to blend into the rest of the cars. 

But the feeling of tranquility doesn’t last. Wooyoung turned the notch of your car radio’s volume and you tuned in as the morning news boomed through the speakers. His eyes glinted as he made the headlines again and though his name was never disclosed, it always amused him to hear the media’s view on him and the things he did. It excited him, it made him feel again. 

Up ahead in the distance you saw the toll gates leading out of the city and you almost sighed in relief until your eyes caught sight of the cars that lined them. Checkpoints, you both forgot about that. 

Lights from the cars heading down to the toll gates bounced back on the police’s reflective vests. You saw a silhouette point in your direction, probably recognizing the car’s model and double checking if the plate number matched with the one on the wanted list. An arm was waved and a dozen shiny Xs marched down to the lane you were on.

“They’ll never let us cross the border,” you whispered to Wooyoung, as if it couldn’t be any more obvious. 

Wooyoung stopped the car at the top of the ramp as he watched the men get into position below. He turned his head to look you in the eye, “As the saying goes, only the good die young.”

Even in the midst of the gravity of your situation, you couldn’t help but crack a joke to lighten the tension. “We didn’t sound so good last night though.” 

He broke out into a fit of laughter and you followed him shortly after. “Good one.��

He pulled the duffel bag from the backseat and on to the space between you, tearing the zipper open to reveal two guns over the heaps of cash and jewelry. For a moment, you thought he was considering a peaceful surrender or self-inflicted quicker way out of the sticky situation.

“Where are yours?” he asked.

You clicked your tongue, “Check beneath the car seat.” 

He obliged and it didn’t take long for him to pat the familiar roughness of the pistol’s grip. A laugh escaped his lips as he pulled it out of its hiding place, keeping the same amusement as a magician would whenever they pulled rabbits out of their hats. 

It wasn’t a surrender, it was a full force final attack in a battle you had a slim chance of winning. 

When you turned your head, you found him staring at you. Wooyoung’s eyes didn’t hold a glint of fear behind them. He always brimmed with courage even in the most hopeless of situations. But maybe it was because he had you beside him. Having you with him made him feel invincible, even when he knew his body would give in to a few bullet holes at most. And when you took his outstretched hand in yours, he didn’t hesitate to clasp it gladly. Maybe that’s why he smiled as you both shot down the ramp leading down to the toll gates, eyes disappearing into thin lines even at the face of death. 

So this was how it was like to live with a ride or die for a soulmate, he thought his heartbeat thumped in alarming rates as you neared the looming tool gates and impending doom. Your face was the last thing he saw before a bullet was fired from the enemy line, shattering the entire windshield.

© neo-shitty, 2021

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Blind Date

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“Oppa, how long has it been since you’ve dated anyone?” Son Hyejoo asked, seemingly out of the blue as she loudly slurped on her milkshake, stirring the leftover contents with her large straw.

“I don’t know, Hyejoo. I don’t keep track of things like that.”

Hyejoo pointed her strawberry milkshake directly at you, unsatisfied with your answer. “Then that means it’s been too long,” she said, her triangle lips forming a pout.

You rubbed your forehead, knowing once she brought something up she wasn’t going to drop it.

“Why do I need to date anyone when I’m lucky enough to rail you every day?” you playfully replied, causing her nearly to choke on her frozen drink.

“Oppa, not so loud!” she said, kicking your shin. “I won’t be around all the time now that I’m starting a new job. And you need some variety in your life. You’re going to get tired of fucking me.”

“That’s impossible.”

You couldn’t say you agreed with her on that. Hyejoo was the perfect friend with benefits, beautiful big tits and perfect thick thighs, the prettiest mouth and the tightest pussy that you spilled yourself inside several times a day, you couldn’t imagine needing anything else.

“I know just the person to set you up with, oppa. She’s single and one of my closest friends, I think you’ll like her.”

“That’s really not necessary-”

Hyejoo wasn’t going to take no for an answer, refusing to back down as she grabbed her phone and swiped through it.

Finding what she was looking for she showed you her screen, an equally gorgeous girl that looked the same age as her with innocent eyes and a sweet smile.

“She’s cute, but you really don’t have to-”

“Nonsense, oppa. It’s time for you to stop being so needy and find a girlfriend,” Hyejoo said.

“Needy? Unless I’m forgetting something you’re the one who loves slobbering on my cock first thing in the morning,” you said.

“Hey! It’s called breakfast, and it’s not my fault you get so hard in the morning.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure it is,” you said, as you were met with another kick to the shins.

“Ow!”

“It’s settled, I’ll set you two up on a blind date.”

“Blind date? But you just showed me her picture,” you said, tilting your head in confusion.

Hyejoo sighed audibly. “You’re hopeless, oppa. Don’t you want to know what she looks like?”

“O-of course, but-”

“No buts, oppa. Except hers, her butt is very nice,” she giggled, finishing up her milkshake.

“Don’t worry, she’s very sweet, I think you’ll get along well. Her name is Yerim and she always puts out.”

✦✦

“You look good, oppa,” Hyejoo said as she fixed the collar of your shirt.

You wiped your sweaty palms on the back of your pants as you took one more look in the mirror

“You smell good too. I told you that cologne was a panty-dropper," she said as her lips curled in a smirk.

You sighed loudly. “Hyejoo, I’m not meeting this girl just to get laid. You wanted me to get a girlfriend, right?”

"No, I'm pretty sure you wanted this, actually-"

Hyejoo pressed a finger against your lips. "Shush, oppa. Are you nervous?”

“Y-yes, it’s been years since I’ve been on a date.”

“Wanna have a quickie before? Burn all that stress all inside me?” Hyejoo jokingly said.

“...Are you serious?”

“Of course not, you can’t be dependent on me anymore, oppa. Plus, you need to save that load for Yerim.”

“Hyejoo!”

She smiled mischievously and patted your bottom, making sure nothing was out of place for your date.

“Have some confidence oppa, you’ll do great. Yerim will love you. Now get going, you don’t want to be late.”

✦✦

It was unusual for Hyejoo to put in this much effort, typically spending her days lazily on the couch checking her phone.

Everything was planned carefully. Hyejoo had picked the restaurant based on your favorite foods, the time, and the day, even showing up to your place an hour before to make sure you looked your best.

Keeping up with the notion of this being mostly a blind date, Hyejoo didn’t tell you much about Yerim. They shared the same age, although Yerim was months younger. They had a similar body type and lighter hair, and if you didn’t know any better you could have mistaken her for a younger sister.

You were still nervous about the date, but trusted Hyejoo’s judgement and hoped you were about to waste this opportunity that you had been given to meet a new girl. You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the taxi and headed into the restaurant, trying to calm your shaky hands.

The restaurant was larger than expected looking from the outside, equipped with a bar and seating area as you scanned around for your date.

“Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?” One of the hostesses asked, but before you had a chance to answer you heard an adorable voice interrupting.

“Over here!”

You were quickly blindsided by a cute girl that matched the picture that Hyejoo had shown you, abruptly wrapping her arms around in a tight hug.

She had a petite frame with brown hair, a tint lighter than Hyejoo and wore a modest black dress and heels with her hair styled perfectly.

“You’re Hyejoo’s friend right?” she asked, the smile on her face brighter than the sun.

“It would be a little awkward if I wasn’t now wouldn’t it?” you teased, gently nodding in response.

“Oh, well if you weren’t then I would just be hugging a cute stranger,” she said. “I’m Yerim.”

Cute? You thought to yourself as you were broadsided by this ball of happiness. “Come on, let’s eat!” she said, grabbing your hand as the hostess led you to your table.

You were both seated at a romantic candle-lit booth, letting Yerim sit down first as you took in the atmosphere of the restaurant. Hyejoo had picked the perfect place.

The waiter handed out menus and filled glasses to the brim with ice water as you looked over the laundry list of food, unsure what you were in the mood for.

“What’s good here?” Yerim asked the waiter, batting her eyelashes as her vocal tone grew higher.

“Our sushi and steak platter is very popular here. We have several different types to try paired with our signature sauces.”

“Steak? I love steak!” Yerim said, her mouth salivating just thinking about it.

“Me too. And sushi,” you said, as Yerim nodded to the waiter.

“I’ll bring it right out then,” the waiter said, scurrying away with a polite bow.

“I can’t wait!” Yerim said, licking her lips as she carefully unfolded and placed her napkin on her lap.

“It’s nice to meet you. Hyejoo has told me a lot about you!” she said, keeping a beautiful smile etched on her lips.

“Oh, has she? That seems a bit unfair, she didn’t tell me much about you. You’re much cuter than the picture she showed me.”

Yerim giggled as she opened her straw, placing it inside her glass and playing around with the ice cubes before taking a small sip, careful not to mess up her lip gloss.

The two girls were quite the contrast to each other. Hyejoo wasn’t one to care about most things, you found it difficult to pry her away from her gaming chair for anything but food and sex. Yerim on the other hand was hanging on your every word, finding any word you said the most interesting thing in the world without a hint of dishonesty.

Quicker than expected the food arrived, and you both dove in without hesitation, armed with chopsticks like a hunter stalking a prey.

The two opposing foods meshed perfectly. Raw sushi made with fish so fresh it might as well have been served directly out of the ocean, complimenting tender meat that literally melted in your mouth, cooked to perfection and seasoned, salted without excess. You swore you heard Yerim moaning out loud as she took her first bite.

Sharing food with a girl so full of energy was a wonderful experience, her company only adding to the delicious flavor. You were so focused on the fresh sushi that you barely had the capacity to register Yerim unapologetically taking the last piece of steak quicker than a deadly samurai and shoving it into her mouth proudly.

“Ah, you really must be Hyejoo’s friend,” you said sarcastically, frowning at her meat thievery.

"Mmm! There's nothing I love more than juicy meat in my mouth," Yerim said, without a hint of subtlety to her words.

She shamelessly went in for another piece of sushi, trying to add another piece of loot to her food heist as you quickly blocked her chopsticks with your own, denying her the satisfaction as you claimed the last spicy tuna roll for your own.

“Hey! That one was my favorite!” she protested, pursing her lips as her cheeks puffed as she watched the claimed prize disappearing into your mouth.

“Mine too! It was delicious,” you boasted, wiping your lips with the cloth napkin before folding it back on your lap. “I’m sorry, it was rude of me not to ask if you wanted the last piece.”

Yerim wasn’t one to stay mad for long, unfolding her arms as the signature brightness returned to her face. “The steak was better anyways,“ she said, giggling and sticking her tongue out.

Time flew by as you learned more about Yerim, hours had felt like minutes as they passed,

ending the meal with the biggest slice of cheesecake you had ever seen.

The waiter came by to drop off the bill as you scooped it up, not bothering to look at the total as the time spent with such an adorable human was priceless.

“Such a gentleman, aren’t you?” Yerim said, and you couldn’t quite tell if she was teasing you or not.

Leaving a generous tip, you walked Yerim outside the restaurant, both of you equally full from both the delicious food company as the temperature had dropped, the cool crisp air blowing every which way.

“Thank you for a fun night, Yerim. I’ll let Hyejoo know she picked well.”

Yerim’s cheeks reddened and tilted her head down shyly. “Ending the night so soon?” Yerim said, the disappointment in her voice clear as the night sky.

“Well, it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want to keep you up.”

“I don’t have a bedtime, silly,” she said, hitting your shoulder as the wind blew through her beautiful hair. The moonlight bouncing off her skin made her look even more gorgeous, illuminating her milky white skin.

Yerim closed the distance little by little until your noses were almost touching, letting you see the color in her beautiful round eyes.

“I had a really fun night too, but it doesn’t have to end here you know...” Yerim said, giving you a quick peck on your cheek.

Yerim was practically throwing herself at you as you gulped, swallowing down saliva nervously.

“Aren’t you going to invite a cute girl back to your place?” she abruptly said, taking charge of the situation.

You snapped out of it and weren’t going to let Hyejoo’s efforts go to waste. “O-of course. Would you like to go back to my place, Miss Yerim?”

“Of course! I thought you would never ask!”

The short taxi ride back to your place was filled with palpable sexual tension, neither of you muttering a word since you both left the restaurant. Yerim opted for her actions to speak for her as she rubbed your thigh the whole time.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and held the door open for Yerim as she stepped inside, swiveling her head as she looked around. She kicked her heels off and rubbed her feet, happy to be freed of them as her bare feet walked on the carpet.

“You have such a nice place. It’s cleaner than I expected.”

You didn’t know what that meant as you got comfortable, slipping your shoes off as you grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine,” she replied, awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room until you gestured for her to take a seat. Yerim sat down excitedly, pulling her dress down and crossed her legs as you sat down next to her.

Yerim turned her body towards you and placed a hand on your knee, her full attention yours for the taking as her bright doe eyes lit up.

“This was the first blind date I’ve been on,” Yerim said, leaning in close enough that you could smell her cherry shampoo.

“Me too. Did you have a good time?”

“Yes! I’m still full from all that steak.”

You felt weak in the knees at Yerim’s beauty, the possibility that such a beautiful girl existed seemed to be good to be true. You hesitated to make the first move, but Yerim had it covered as she mounted your lap, wrapping her legs around your waist.

You felt the electricity in the air as Yerim’s lips brushed against yours, meeting for the first time as the sweet taste of her entered your mouth, reminding you of an unforgettable candy.

“You’re so pretty,” you said, the kiss breaking after just a few seconds, leaving you longing for more after just a tease.

“Keep kissing me and I’ll let you see how pretty the rest of me is,” Yerim said, once again without any subtlety. Your hands snaked around her slim waist as your lips met again, her tongue introducing itself and playing around with your own.

“Not bad,” Yerim said as she came up for air, her eyes drunk on lust already. This close you were able to distinguish all the features of her face, her dead drop gorgeous eyes, her cute nose, her luscious lips, it was all a complete package.

“You’re really pretty, Yerim,” you said, complimenting her again as her face reddened and the pale color of her cheeks faded.

“T-thank you,” Yerim said, running a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself down.

“I wasn’t planning on dating anytime soon, but Hyejoo talked me into it. I even got this new dress for the occasion.”

“It looks really good on you.”

“Thank you! I think it’ll look even better on your floor, though,” Yerim said, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

You had no response in return, suddenly rendered speechless but her forwardness.

“It’s my first time. You’ll be gentle, won’t you?” Yerim asked, the innocence in her sparkling eyes shining through.

“W-wait, really?” you asked. Hyejoo didn’t certainly mention something so vital, and Yerim had just dropped this so casually on you that you didn’t know how to react.

“Isn’t it every guy's fantasy to pop a girl’s cherry?” Yerim asked, as she bit the tip of her fingernail.

You scrambled for words to find when Yerim began giggling uncontrollably, trying to save the last of her charade as she placed her hand over her mouth.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Yerim said, as you felt all the color fading from your face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not actually a virgin. I am a good girl though,” she said, as she started grinding herself on your lap.

“Are you? I don’t think this is what good girls do, Yerim,” you said, grabbing her waist to hold her in place.

“Of course! I’m always a good girl…”

“We’ll see about that.”

Yerim’s expression never changed, her eyes keeping the same innocent look in them as if trying to convince you of her words. You moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck in several places, diving in and gently sucking on the sensitive skin that you found there, causing Yerim to gasp loudly.

“Take me to the bedroom. I think you’re getting excited,” she teased, as blood had begun flowing to your pants, causing an erection to form that she had felt.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, her gorgeous face a hair's breadth away as you lose yourself in her eyes.

Yerim nodded without hesitation, cupping both sides of your face and swiping her tongue against your lips, taking one more tender kiss, the taste of her lips lingering.

“Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me,“ she whispered into your ear, her expression finally changing as her eyes opened wide. The innocence was gone, swallowed up by lust as she dismounted your lap and stretched her arm out as you led her to the bedroom.

“Wow, so this must be where you and Hyejoo have all your fun together?” she said, exploring the large bedroom with her eyes.

“Here, the bathroom, the shower, the couch, the kitchen counter…”

Yerim feigned surprise for a moment, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Where are we going to have fun together?”

“Wherever you would like.”

“We can start here,” Yerim said, closing the distance and went in for another makeout session as her slender fingers unbuttoned your shirt, fingers tracing your chest.

“Hyejoo left the part out about you having such a nice body,” Yerim said as she planted a wet kiss on your chest, slipping your shirt off your body as she tossed it away.

“Can’t let her spoil everything about me can we?” you said, exploring her body with your hands, cupping her backside with both hands and grabbing a handful of cheeks.

“It’s my turn then,” Yerim said, turning away from you and letting you see the backside of her little black dress. “Help a girl out?”

You let out a deep breath as you approached, grabbing the top of her zipper’s dress and pulled it down in one smooth movement, exposing her bare back. Yerim turned back around with the shyest of smiles, slipping the dress off her body as it piled at her feet.

Yerim rested her hands on her wide hips, presenting her tight body that was more mouthwatering than the meal you shared earlier. Underneath her dress she had on a cute purple bra, showing a hint of cleavage with matching underwear as she spun around and let you see her the thin piece of fabric nestled in between her delicious asscheeks.

The curves of her body competed with that of Hyejoo minus a smaller chest, competing where it mattered with delicious succulent thighs that you couldn’t wait to get your hands on.

“Like what you see?”

“I do. Is this what good girls wear?” you asked as you pulled her in close, hands wandering around before finding her backside again, squeezing her ass firmly.

“Y-yes! I’ll show you what a good girl I can be,”

Her eyes were filled with excitement as she kept them on you the entire time as she slowly lowered to her knees, staring at the bulge in your pants now at eye level.

“Can I?” Yerim asked with widened eyes, demonstrating her ability to wait for permission as she patiently waited. You gave the go ahead with a simple nod, and she swiftly undid your pants, yanking them down to your ankles as the bulge in your boxers became more prominent.

Yerim was quick to free your shaft from its constraints, hooking her fingers into the waistband of your boxers as she divested them from your body. Blood had rushed to your throbbing shaft as it was freed, almost smacking Yerim’s adorable face as it was met with the cool air.

“Wow...” Yerim said as your revealed cock met her gaze, hungrily admiring every last inch of it as she couldn’t keep her mouth closed. Her fingers wrapped around it, forming a tight fist and pumped up and down slowly, precum dripping out of your slit already as you throbbed in her hand.

Yerim had no time to waste, giving a few soft kisses on your tip as she flattened her tongue at the base of your cock, painting slow upward strokes with her wet tongue, swirling against your leaking slit and collecting every drop.

“Mmm, yummy!” she said, and without hesitation she parted her lips with your shaft, taking you into the warmth of her mouth, sucking on your swollen sensitive tip.

“Oh... f-fuck,” you moaned out, your toes digging into the carpet as the pleasure took over, shooting up your spine. Yerim’s mouth was nothing but pleasurable, delivering radiating warmth as her puckered lips wrapped around your shaft, feeling like the softest silk as she applied a delicate suction and hollowed her squishy cheeks.

You looked up at the lights for a second, trying to distract yourself from the intense feeling of Yerim’s lips sucking you off. It didn’t help much, especially when you felt her warm mouth unexpectedly move deeper, causing you to moan loudly.

You almost regretted looking down, watching as Yerim bobbed her head up and down as she slurped on your shaft, retreating her mouth back when half of you entered her mouth as her playful tongue ran along the sensitive underside of your cock.

“God, that feels amazing,” you said, placing a hand on the back of her head, both to guide her movements and to give yourself a necessary outlet. Yerim took this as encouragement, swiftly sliding her lips up and down your throbbing shaft, leaving behind a trail of glistening warm saliva in her wake.

Yerim looked up, showing the hunger in her eyes, spitting leftover saliva as she furiously stroked your cock.

“Does that feel good, daddy?” she asked, your cock twitching in her small hand, answering for you. Hyejoo had told her one of your little secrets it seemed.

“Please fuck my face, daddy. Fill my throat with this nice cock,” Yerim pleaded, letting any last remnants of innocence slip away.

It was hard not to be taken aback by her filthy words that didn’t match her cute features, but you’d be lying if the juxtaposition didn’t send your arousal level skyrocketing.

Taking control of your shaft you rubbed your tip on her soft warm lips, pushing yourself back into the intoxicating warmth of her mouth. You guided Yerim deeper by pushing the back of her head down until her lips met the base of your shaft. With minimal effort you entered her throat, hitting the back of it as it tightened around you and caused her to gag loudly. You instinctively began to withdraw, but the look in her eyes suggested otherwise.

You grabbed both sides of her head, moving gently as strands of dark hair wrapped around your fingers as you thrusted in and out of her warm mouth, gradually testing her limits. Yerim kept gagging as your tip stuck the back of her throat, but gave no signal she wanted you to stop, her lustful gaze suggesting the opposite.

It didn’t take long for your self control to vanquish itself, carnal desires taking over as you took pleasure from Yerim, fucking her mouth furiously and slapping your balls against her chin as her round eyes began watering with tears.

“Such a good girl. You like being used like this?” you asked, Yerim unable to answer but smiling with a mouth full of cock, slurping and gagging on every inch of throbbing hard flesh.

You never stopped your rough treatment of Yerim’s pretty mouth, ruining her makeup that was no doubt meticulously put on as she tried to tame her gag reflex to no avail. You could see by her watery eyes how much she was enjoying this, dripping down her thighs as she kept her mouth open for you to encourage your forceful use of her throat.

Yerim’s hands didn’t stay idle as they worked the clasp of her bra, discarding it from her body to free her perky tits, only strengthening your erection. She held on to your thighs to brace herself, slobbering on your shaft as you kept her throat filled, taking every thrust like a champ as messy drool spilled out of her lips and coated her bare chest.

Your senses were overwhelmed as Yerim had been turned into a mess, her beautiful face now stained with tears and drool, hair disheveled and out of place. You couldn’t keep this pace up for much longer or you were liable to finish much sooner than you wanted to, forcing her head down and holding her there for several seconds before mercifully withdrawing your shaft from her messy mouth.

Yerim came up for air with several loud gasps, messy strands of spit connected your glistening wet shaft to her smiling lips.

“You really are a good girl,” you said, using your stiff cock and slapping her face several times with your wet shaft as she continued grinning from ear to ear.

"I wasn't lying…"

“I want you on the bed. I’m still a little hungry.”

"Of course, daddy!"

Yerim was quick to obey as she climbed up and crawled on the bed, lying flat on her back as she spread her legs for you, offering herself up like a scrumptious meal.

"Come taste me, daddy," Yerim beckoned, biting her lip as she rubbed her pussy through her skimpy panties, showing off the wet spot staining the front of her crotch that only grew the more she touched herself.

Yerim's perfect body was almost fully unwrapped for you, and you couldn’t take anymore and needed to see every inch, wanting to get in between those thighs you couldn’t stop staring. You joined her on the bed and peeled her panties off without hesitation down her sexy legs, revealing her bare pussy and the prettiest set of lips that were dripping with arousal.

"Beautiful," you said as you laid flat on your stomach, positioning yourself and spreading her legs wider as Yerim blushed in response.

“T-thank you, daddy.”

You grew tired of staring and wanted to take action, planting several kisses on Yerim’s bare thighs in different places, never putting your lips on the same part of skin twice. She squirmed at your touch as you teased her, placing your mouth dangerously close to her pussy but refusing to touch her center.

"D-daddy, please-"

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” you asked, swiping your tongue against her luscious thighs to taste her creamy skin, lapping up juices that had already spilled out of her core and sampling them.

“Eat my pussy, p-please, daddy.”

“You’re cute when you beg. I’m gonna make you do more of that,” you said, lowering your head in between her open legs and giving one slow swipe of your tongue against her pink dripping slit.

"O-oh f-fuck, daddy," Yerim moaned as you gave several licks repeatedly, exploring her wet tolds with your tongue. You slipped your tongue inside her juicy pussy, gathering her delicious nectar on your tastebuds and gave a few swipes against her cilt before sucking on it.

"Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” you said, slurping on her swollen clit as you felt the warmth of her thighs on either side of your face, wrapping around your head and squeezing. You looked straight into Yerim’s round, lust-filled eyes as you ate her out, watching her bliss overtake her features as you lapped up all her leaking juices, drinking up every drop.

“F-fuck, you’re really good at that,” Yerim cried out, her hips bucking with a mind of their own. You brought a finger inside her dripping wet cunt, then a second short after, thrusting into her tight little hole as you kept your lips secured around her swollen clit, slurping harshly on it.

“That feels so good, o-oh my god, please d-don’t stop, daddy…”

Yerim grew wetter and wetter, your fingers being drenched with her slick as you messily ate her out, her thighs squeezing your head tighter as her breathing became shallow. You kept eye contact as your fingers plunged to the hilt, the warm walls of her cunt squeezing your wet fingers, not letting you go.

“J-ust like that, I’m so c-close, f-fuck!”

You kept firm pressure on her clit as her moans grew stronger and longer, lips suckling harshly on her sensitive nub as you helped her chase what she was desperate for, drinking in her nectar as it filled your mouth.

“D-daddy, I-I’m going to cum!”

Yerim suffocated you with her thighs as you kept your lips on her clit, fucking her with your fingers without mercy as grabbed onto your head, pushing you deeper into her delicious pussy as she couldn’t take it any more.

“O-oh, oh my god, daddy, I’m cumming!”

Yerim’s muscles tensed up as her toes curled, flooding your mouth with her sweet succulent honey. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as you helped her hit her peak, her thighs trembling around your head, smearing her juices all over your lips and chin, drowning you with her pleasure.

It was loud and messy, an unforgettable clmax for Yerim as you helped her come down from it gently, slurping with less force and removing your lips from her sensitive clit. Your fingers however, stayed deep inside her as her thighs lost the power they held around your head.

“I want you to cum again for me,” you ordered, pumping your fingers furiously inside her dripping tight hole, her wetness sucking you in.

“I-I can’t, p-please, daddy, I’m still sensitive…”

“You said you’re a good girl didn’t you? I want you to cum one more time.”

You had no plans of letting up, both fingers buried to the hilt inside Yerim’s pussy, keeping up the stimulation on her body as you felt her cunt pulsating again. The wet squelch of her warm hole filled the room as you never stopped moving, keeping her pussy filled as tears welled up in her sparkling eyes as you demanded another orgasm out of her.

“Cum for me, baby, I know you can do it. One more time, I want to see how wet you can really get.”

“P-please, I-I, f-fuck, o-oh fuck!”

Yerim was a beautiful squirming mess, her thighs covered in her own juices as she let out desperate gasps and moans, the intense stimulation overwhelming her body and all her senses.

“D-daddy, p-please!”

You weren’t planning on stopping until you got what you wanted and what Yerim deserved. Your wrist felt like it was on fire as fingers were kept curled inside her heat, moving frantically with one goal in mind.

Yerim barely had time to register the growing knot in her abdomen, still focused on the intense aftershocks running throughout her body that she quickly came without warning. Her orgasm was much stronger as slick juices gushed out of her sensitive pussy that forced your fingers out of her as she squirted all over you and the bed, staining the sheets and leaving a dark mess on the bed.

Yerim shook uncontrollably as her second consecutive orgasm winded down, you helped her out by caressing her thighs to calm her down, rubbing her pussy with your palm.

“P-please, s-stop, I can’t take anymore, p-please,” she begged, and you had your fill, ceasing any form of contact as her sounds of gasping heightened, her chest uninterruptedly heaving up and down.

“Good girl. Are you okay?” you asked, making a show of cleaning your fingers off with her juices.

“Y-yes, I’m fine, daddy. That was intense, I’ve never had anyone do that before,” she said, struggling to form full syllables.

You patiently waited for Yerim to regain her composure, giving all the time she needed. It took several moments for the trembling in her body to control itself, as the lustful gaze in her eyes returned, and you knew that meant she was ready for the next step.

“Will you fuck me now, daddy?”

“If you insist,” you replied, getting into position as your knees pressed against the still drenched sheets as you maneuvered in between her spread thighs. Yerim pushed her knees up and feet flat on the mattress as the anticipation of what you both desired was at an all-time high.

Gazing into her eyes with your cock in hand, you eagerly lined yourself up with Yerim’s pussy, sliding in between the warm flesh of her drenched pussy lips, stalling your desires to enter her body. You parted her folds, playing with her slippery flesh and refusing to do anything else but tease her entrance.

“P-please, put it inside me, daddy. I’ve been a good girl.”

“You have, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.”

Yerim whined audibly as your cock loitered around her inviting opening, spreading her juices around and denying her the pleasure she desperately sought. It wasn’t going to be that easy for you to give in.

“P-please, please fuck me, daddy. I’m so wet, I need to feel your cock inside my tight little pussy!”

“I don’t think you really mean it,” you said, watching the desperation in her eyes as you slapped her clit with your cock. Yerim squirmed as you nudged the tip of your cock against her hole, teasing penetration but stopping at the last moment, leaving her unsatisfied and empty.

“P-please! I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me, daddy!”

You felt like you could go on like this forever, but your own self-control was being tested as the more you teased her the more you wanted to be inside her. Yerim continued to plead and beg, reduced to a desperate whiny mess and starving for cock as you looked straight into her eyes and slid inside her in one smooth stroke, parting the wet hungry lips of her cunt.

“O-oh my god.”

Yerim opened her mouth to let out a moan, her eyes struggling to stay open as flesh entered inside her. She tilted her head back as she was finally given what she craved as the tip of your cock disappeared inside her heat. Yerim was overwhelmingly tight, her walls suffocated your cock and you wanted to savor such an unforgettable feeling for as long as you could, lazily moving your hips.

You started out slowly, wanting Yerim to earn every single thrust. Her silky wet walls felt heavenly around your shaft, her warmth so intoxicating as you slid in and out of her pussy at a gingerly pace. She felt so wet, so hot, so tight inside that you couldn’t help but keep your pace slow at first, wanting to drown in all the intense sensations that flooded your body.

“Your pussy feels so amazing,” you said, as Yerim’s body tested your patience as you slid an inch deeper at a time, until you had bottomed her out. Her wetness was so prominent that you were able to move inside her effortlessly, her messy juices lubricating your sluggish thrusts.

“Do you like how tight I am, daddy? I’m much tighter than Hyejoo aren’t I?” Yerim asked as she adjusted to your length, keeping her desperate eyes glued to your own as you began to move more forcefully inside her, fueling your desires to give her everything and more.

“You’re so big, daddy. I want to be pounded senseless, ruin me please!”

“You have such a dirty little mouth don’t you, baby? I’m starting to think you aren’t a good girl after all,” you told her, upping your pace and fucking her harder as you grabbed her warm thighs, slipping into the wet depths of her hot constricting cunt.

Yerim feigned the hint of surprise on her face as she moaned, arms by her side and holding on to your bed sheets as she relaxed into the mattress.

“T-that’s not true, daddy. I’m not a bad girl…”

She struggled to keep her eyes open as pleasure took control of her body, and you felt no need to hold back and began pistoning your hips, pounding her pussy and stuffing her full of cock.

“I don’t think you’re a good girl. But I think you’re a little slut,” you said as you gave her the hardest thrust of the night, making her gasp at how deep your cock fit inside her.

“I-I’m not a slut, I’m a good-ah!”

Yerim’s denial was interrupted as you lifted her luscious legs into the air, draping them over your shoulders. You were able to hit spots you couldn’t before, thrusting carelessly into her pussy as the bed became an orchestra of noisy squeaks and audible moans.

“O-oh fuck, right there! just like that, daddy!”

You had no plans on stopping now that Yerim had unshackled the chains of desire, hugging her legs while your hips went wild as you drove yourself repeatedly into her comfortable warm hole.

It was impossible to concentrate on anything else with how good she felt and the never-ending wetness that smothered your shaft as you established a perfect rhythm and looked directly into Yerim’s eyes as you stretched her out.

“Such a good little slut, taking this cock so well,” you hissed, feeling her pussy clench around your cock at the second use of the word she swore she wasn’t, her body betraying her. Yerim let out wordless gasps and moans as you kept the momentum up with no end in sight.

Yerim’s moans grew and grew as your rhythm sped up, her flushed skin becoming warmer to touch as you kept her filled airtight, her walls pulsating around your drenched shaft.

“You’re going to cum again?”

“Y-yes, I’m so close! Please don’t stop…”

“You can’t. Not until you admit what a slut you are.”

“B-but I’m not...I’m a good girl I promise!” she said, desperately trying to keep up the act.

You slowed down your thrusts at the result of her defiance, practically at a standstill, resting inside her.

“N-no, wait! P-please, I’m so c-close. Let me cum, please, let me cum, daddy.”

You refused until she gave you want you wanted, only thrusting into her body every few seconds, driving her crazy.

“Say it. Tell me and I’ll make you feel better than you ever have before.”

Yerim was left with no other options, frustratedly grabbing on to the sheets as the fire in her abdomen kept burning.

“I’-I’m a slut. I’m a needy little slut that needs to cum!”

“No, you’re a good little slut. Now cum on my cock,” you corrected, reestablishing your pace and driving every inch of hard flesh inside her. Her walls clenched almost painfully tight, her wetness growing as you pounded her into the mattress.

“D-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Yerim’s orgasm didn’t dawdle, her toes curling into the sheets as her back arched, taking every inch of flesh into her wet pussy. You fucked her straight through her strongest orgasm of the night, her legs shaking in your hands as she came hard. If your sheets weren’t ruined before she made sure they were.

“Good little slut” you purred, letting her legs drop from your shoulders gently as your pace slowed down, caressing her face as her glazed over eyes could barely stay open.

“D-don’t you need to cum too, daddy?” Yerim asked with several shallow breaths, doing her best to form a sweet smile. You leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the cherries on her lips and watched her chest slowly heaving up and down, almost hypnotizing you.

“Not yet. I’m not done having fun with you.”

Letting her rest for a moment you slowly withdrew from her drenched pussy, watching your shaft glistening with her juices in the lights as you left her body empty, whines escaping her lips. Hands on her hips you nudged her as she turned over, getting on her hands and knees.

Yerim settled into position, displaying the naked curves of her body, ripe for the taking. She granted you all access to her delicious bent over body, her head resting on the mattress and her plump ass raised in the air.

Her pretty pink lips were still splayed open after your treatment of her, but you were just getting started, rubbing your painfully hard shaft between her warm buttcheeks as you prepared yourself to enter her pussy.

Yerim’s skin was so soft as you used her cheeks to massage your throbbing shaft, you couldn’t take much of being outside her. Not wasting time you lined yourself back up with her tight hole, poking against her entrance again with no plans to keep her waiting, needing to find yourself buried in her smothering warmth.

Taking a deep breath you looked at the pleading look in Yerim’s eyes as she patiently looked over her shoulder. You popped your hips and slid in an inch inside her dripping heat before letting the rest sink inside.

Yerim gasped as her pussy swallowed up your cock hungrily and refused to let you go, enveloping you in a familiar warmth and wetness as she lowered her head, fingers wrapped around in your sheets.

“Such a tight little slut, aren’t you? You want daddy to pound this tight pussy?”

“Yes, daddy! Don’t hold back this time, okay? I can take it!”

There wasn’t any reason not to give Yerim just what she asked for as you placed your hands on her supple cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh and kneading it, pressing your fingertips into her warm flushed skin.

“Fuck me!”

Yerim was just every bit demanding as your mutual friend and fuckbuddy Hyejoo, and if she wanted to be treated the same you were going to oblige her. She was all yours and you were going to make the most of it as you started at a rapid pace, finding a harsh rhythm and drove yourself deep inside, making her scramble for a tighter grip on the sheets.

“You’re so fucking wet. Good girls definitely don’t drip all over my cock like this.”

Yerim couldn’t find a response, answering back only in lustful erotic moans as you increased your pace, moving your hands to her wide hips and squeezing her flesh hard enough to bruise in the morning.

“Harder! F-fuck me harder, daddy, please!”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

Yerim so impossibly tight that it almost hurt as you plunged every single inch of flesh in her, making sure your hips smacked against her big ass, causing her plump cheeks to ripple in time with your thrusts as she arched her back high.

“Oh f-fuck, you’re so deep! H-harder, daddy!”

“So needy,” you said, gripping her hips even tighter to pull her back against your cock, slamming into her pussy without mercy and using no wasted movements. You flattened your palm and gave her beautiful tight ass a hard smack that echoed across the room.

Her pussy clenched in response as she let out a loud gasp, and you gave her another slap on the other cheek as her walls tightened around you, threatening to push you out of her body.

“F-fuck!”

“So you’re a slut that loves to be spanked, huh? Hyejoo left out so many things,” you said, smacking her ass repeatedly in the same spot until you left a faint handprint on her pale skin.

“Y-yes! I’m a naughty little slut that loves to be spanked and used!”

Your smacks against her plump ass grew harder, her tender flesh rippling with each flick of your wrist. Yerim’s walls clenched each time you smacked her delicious ass, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing her natural juices to flood down her thighs.

“P-please don’t stop!” Yerim begged, looking back at you with desperation as you saw tears had formed in her eyes. You gave a brief moment of respite, massaging the sore reddened skin until she signaled she was ready for another round.

You struck her cheeks with more force, winding your arm back to deliver slap after slap, making sure you hit the same part of her ass as found the handprints that made such an easy target. Her sensitive skin grew a brighter shade of red with each smack, each harsh slap made her wetter and wetter.

You looked down at your handiwork, your cock disappearing into between bright red buttcheeks that you found it impossible not to want even more out of her body as you pulled her arms behind her, grabbing her dainty wrists with a tight grip.

“I’m really going to fucking ruin you,” you growled, pounding away into Yerim as if it a fire had just been lit inside you, dropping all sense of self control as your animalistic urges took over.

You were anything but gentle, fucking Yerim with the harshest thrusts your body could give. Shortly after sweat began to drip down your forehead, misting over Yerim’s naked back.

“Th-that’s so good, you’re fucking me so well, daddy!”

Yerim could barely keep it together, her pussy dripping like a faucet as she found it hard to think straight, all thoughts ceased except the hard throbbing cock ravaging her cunt without any care.

“F-fuck, d-daddy! You’re gonna make me cum again!”

Your breathing grew as shallow as hers, the loud slap of hot flesh against hot flesh filled your ears alongside Yerim’s lustful moans as your hips smacked her ass, your sweaty bodies clinging together.

“Cum for me. Cum again for me you greedy little slut.”

It only took until your sentence had ended. Yerim was teetering on the edge and your words and actions pushed her over it, unable to control herself any longer she selfishly took her fourth climax of the night. It was the weakest of the bunch but still no less satisfying, toes curling in the mattress as her orgasm jerked her whole body, and had you not had control of her arms it would have been easy for her to fall face first into the mattress.

Her wet hot pussy squeezed your cock so hard that you prepared yourself to follow in her footsteps, giving into the mind-numbing pleasure and released the grip on her wrists. Your hands found their rightful place on her hips as you pounded her pussy as long as you both could stand it.

“I-I’m gonna fucking cum too. Where do you want it?”

“Yay! Cum inside me, daddy! Please, I need my pussy filled so badly, p-please!”

You had just enough time to wait for her response, your body not waiting much longer, finding it harder and harder to breathe and it was impossible to leave the warmth of her silky dripping cunt.

Looking down between your legs, you used all your remaining energy as your cock disappeared in between her cheeks, no longer fighting the urge to hold back anything as the sweat on your bodies increased, as did the harsh sounds of your bodies slapping against one another.

You reached your peak with ease thanks to the vigorous use of Yerim’s body. It was just too much to handle as your pulsating shaft erupted inside her, moaning loudly and sending shot after shot of thick semen into the suffocatingly tight walls of her heavenly wet pussy.

Using all the energy you had left you finished up your final thrusts, slowing down the movement of your hips and ensuring not a drop was left. You were both exhausted, tired gasps and heavy panting filled the room but you couldn’t help but give her backside one more squeeze as your cock rested inside her.

“You came so much...it’s so warm…”

Once your senses had recovered and you withdrew an inch at a time as your depleted cock slipped out of Yerim’s freshly fucked pussy, leaving a stream of thick milky cum leaking out of her that dripped down her thighs, mixing with the already prevalent juices that had ruined your bedsheets.

You had just enough energy to let your tired self plop on the tortured mattress, Yerim crashing on top as your sweaty bodies melded together in a mess of limbs.

“That was amazing…” Yerim managed to mutter out, drained syllables barely leaving her sweet lips in a coherent sentence, her head resting on your chest while you draped an arm over her back, pulling her in tight.

“Do you want to clean up? My shower is big enough for two,” you said, making Yerim drip between her messy thighs again as you fixed strands of sweaty disheveled hair out of place.

“I can barely move,” Yerim giggled, flashing a weak smile.

“Don’t move then. Take all the time you need.”

“This was a wonderful date. Thank you, daddy.”

Yerim quickly fell asleep in your arms, out like a light. You were about to follow her until a buzz on your nightstand interrupted you from doing so.

Hyejoo deserved some credit, and you’d had to thank her in the morning. For now all you could do was drift away to sleep, thankful for the amazing night with Yerim and also that she wasn’t a snorer.

[littlesniggy]

Princess Part Three

Anon: Hello! I think it’s about time I request princess part 3 🧎‍♀️. I would love to read more if u have any more ideas floating around. (If u can’t think of anything to add disregard this. I love u tho 😉)

Thank you for your request, Anon! I hope it was okay for me to write a third part since it was @pure-kirarin requests originally. I hope you like it!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, degradation, name calling

Pairing: Kid x female reader

Word count: 3.8k

Part One Part Two

It was mere coincidence that she met him again but the moment she saw his ship from afar her heart started racing like crazy in her chest. Why was he here? Memories from two years ago rushed back to her mind, every dirty thing he did with her, every word of praise he uttered to her – everything was instantly present.

“Everything alright, dear?” her husband asked, studying here flushed face with a slightly concerned expression. “Do you have a fever?” she laughed awkwardly and shook her head. “No, everything’s fine. Don’t worry.” She uttered, trying to get her heartbeat under control. The ship disappeared behind a hill, probably rounding the island in search for a good anchoring spot. Nobody else seemed to have noticed the pirate ship which had her filled with slight relief, internally not wanting to them to get caught.

“Are you ready for the meeting, dear?” he asked, holding out his arm for her to take. She smiled back at him, looking confident on the outside but totally distraught on the inside. Would the event from back then repeat itself? Would they come to the castle, her new home and raid it like they did two years ago? Would they kill innocent people? Questions over questions flooded her mind but she had to remind herself to stay focused. She was a queen by now, her husband’s parents passed away last summer on sea on their way to a foreign kingdom. Pirates, most likely.

They walked through long corridors, passing countless doors until they stopped in front of a huge wooden double door. “Let’s hope everything goes smoothly.” He whispered, kissing her cheek before letting go of her arm. The doors opened and he walked in, her following a little behind.

The people in the room stood up, bowing down a little. Her husband nodded as a sign of greeting, she dropped a curtsey and took a seat by his side, hands folded on her lap. He was the one talking. Not because he thought it wasn’t a woman’s job but because he simply knew politics better than her. She attended every meeting, learning each time something new. He wanted her to ‘know the business’ as he liked to call it as well as him. She didn’t complain.

The meeting dragged on forever and she caught herself drifting away with her thoughts countless times, thinking about a certain pirate. It took all her willpower not to start rubbing her thighs together every time she had to think about sucking his dick, him taking her on her huge bed and making her moan in complete bliss.

When it was finally over, hands were shaken, smiles on everyone’s faces. The deal with the other kingdom was a complete success and she was proud of her husband’s negotiation skills. “You did great.” She whispered once everyone was out of ear shot and he smiled at her, giving him a short kiss on the lips. “Everything thanks to you. You’re my good luck charm.” He said, making her blush a little.

The dinner afterwards was a little more pleasant than the meeting, not as tense and a lot of alcohol was emptied by the men. She held small talk with everyone, knowing how to converse with people and how to keep it interesting and not let awkward pauses take over a conversation.

Later that night, when the two were in bed together, her husband already asleep, she was wide awake. She hadn’t heard anything about pirates landing on their island and she felt relief. On the other hand was she a little worried. Concerns about an ambush, looting and whatnot made her mind go crazy. She knew what Kid was capable of and that most encounters with the Kid pirates ended in a bloodbath. So, she made a decision.

Quietly, as not to wake her husband, she got out of bed and hurried into the dressing room, putting on some pants and a hoodie, not making the same mistake as last time and just leaving in her night gown. She exited the room and walked towards the entrance of the castle. The guards looked at her confused when they saw her.

“I’m just going for a walk.” She informed them. “Would your majesty want someone to accompany her?” one of them asked but she declined. She didn’t want anyone knowing where she was headed. “I’ll be back soon.”

When she was outside, the cold air hit her right in the face and she wrapped her arms around herself. Why didn’t she think of taking a jacket with her? Now it was too late and she better hurried to where she suspected their ship anchored.

It took her longer than expected to get to the spot where she imagined them to be. It was secluded, no citizens around and out of side from anyone. Her guts proved to be right when she saw the huge ship and loud laughter from afar. Her heart skipped a beat when she got closer and saw the silhouette of Eustass Kid, sitting by the fire place, surrounded by his crew.

But the closer she got the more doubt filled her body. What, if he didn’t recognize her? What, if killed her? And why did she come here in the fist place? Scenes from back then came back. It was all so familiar, her approaching the crew, not knowing what to expect, not knowing why she left the castle.

Before she knew she was standing there, in plain sight for everyone to see. Heat was the first one to notice her. He raised a hand and pointed at her. The crew fell silent and Kid slowly turned around. She couldn’t see his face, the light of the fire coming from behind him only illuminating his silhouette but she could see his confused eyes. “Who’s there?” he demanded to know. Taking one step after the other she slowly stepped into the light, her hands clutching at her hoodie. Her heart was racing, her mind telling her how stupid she was for mindlessly approaching them. But it was too late now.

“Who’re you?” Kid asked. She could now make out his irritated expression, no recognition on his part to who she was. Her heart sunk at the realization and she made a step back, her body demanding her to run away but she just couldn’t move. “I asked you a question!” Kid got up from his seat, stomping over to her, a hand on his gun, the other one – his metal arm – pointing at her. When did this happen? What did he do to lose his arm?

“You deaf? Answer me, woman.” He stopped right in front of her, his crew not far behind him. She had a lump in her throat, needing a few attempts to finally being able to speak up. “I-I’m…” his intense stare was boring right into her soul and she had to start over again. “I’m Y/n.” she whispered intimidated, her whole body shaking. How was it that he was even more intimidating than two years ago? Last time, she was scared, yes, but this time she was mortified being so close to him, especially since he didn’t remember who she was. For him, she was an intruder, probably with bad intentions. How could she be so foolish?

Kid looked her up and down, a scowl on his face. “Why are you here?” he asked. “I….I wanted to…see you.” Kid had to concentrate to hear her, barking at his crew to ‘shit the fuck up’ when they laughed at her pathetic form. Killer showed up right next to his captain. She felt his eyes look her up and down before he looked at Kid.

“I think I know her. She was the princess from that country we raided.” Kid looked at him confused, obviously not knowing which of the many countries he was talking about. But then it clicked and a huge grin replaced the scowl. He turned his head back to her, realization reflecting in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s the little princess, right?” he let go of his gun and took her chin between his index finger and thumb, eying her face curiously. “How comes you’re here? Have you missed me that much?” her cheeks flushed bright red and she averted her gaze, unable to answer his question.

“Why are you so shy, all of a sudden? If I remember correctly you were pretty damn loud the last time I saw you, Princess.” He chuckled; his thumb swept across her bottom lip. The men around them laughed, one of them whistled.

“Do you live on this island now? It’s a pretty island. Probably a lot of wealthy people here.” He withdrew his hand, leaving her longing for more of his touch.

The realization of his words hit her shortly after and she looked at him in shock. “What? No! Please, don’t do this again!” as good as he had made her feel back then, the trauma of your country, your home being invaded, your people being killed still haunted her dreams. Those were the nights she wished to forget but knew she never could.

Kid started laughing at her reaction, stepping a step back, his hand on his hip. “Why not? Who will stop us? You, Princess?” he teased, leaning down to her, a mad glint in his eyes. “Please….I’m…I’m begging you! Leave this country alone.” Tears started forming in her eyes. Now she knew why she came here. She wanted to confirm what she already knew. She came here to hear him say that they would repeat what they had done two years ago and she needed to stop him!

The captain chuckled amused, straightening his back again and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Usually, people go in their knees when they beg someone.” His voice was cutting through her like a knife. “C’mon, princess. I think I’ve taught you before how to kneel in front of someone, haven’t I?” knowing laughter echoed through the cold air. Embarrassment was written all over her face at the mention of how she knelt in front of him, everyone around them knowing exactly what their captain was talking about.

Hesitantly, she got down on her knees and bowed her head down to the cold ground, her forehead touching the dirt. “Please…..” she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. “Please what?” Kid insisted, making her repeat herself. “Please, leave my country alone.” “Your country?” He asked, smirking at her kneeling form. “Oh right, you were about to get married! How’s the life as a wife? Making your man as happy as you made me?” he crouched down in front of her, his warm hand patting her head before grabbing her hair and pulling it up, making her yelp in pain in the process.

“Did you learn any new tricks while I was gone?” his voice was low and heavy with suggestion, making her stomach twist at his words. She stayed silent, not wanting to answer this humiliating question. “I bet you did…mind if you show me?” Her eyes were staring back at his but out of the corners she saw the outlines of his dick pressing against his pants. She swallowed thickly, already made up her mind.

She didn’t need to answer to his question. He let go of her hair and got up, not bothering to help her up as well and just walking away, expecting her to follow. “I’ll be back soon!” he informed his crew with a cocky smirk, disappearing into the darkness. She had to hurry as to not lose him, the laughter of his crew following her with every step.

She followed his huge form through the small forest until they stood right in front of his ship. It was huge up close and her mouth was agape in awe. She had never seen a pirate ship up close but it was so exciting. Kid was already on the bridge, waiting for her to follow him. Quickly, she boarded the ship after him, looking around curiously. She kind of felt like a puppy following its master the way she was following him but she couldn’t help it. She was simply drawn to him. No matter how scared she was of him, how moody he could be, the excited feeling took over almost always, throwing all concerns over board.

“Pretty cool, huh? You said you wanted to become a pirate. I guess this is the closest you’ll ever get to become one.” He teased, knowing she would never leave her country. She just wasn’t cut to be a pirate. “Come.” He said, opening a door leading to as small hallway before he opened another door, giving way to his personal quarters.

She stepped inside and he closed the door behind her, not locking it this time. And why should he? She came here on her own accord, he wasn’t forcing her to follow him like last time. His dick was still hard but not as painful as before after having some time cooling down a little on the way here. But the moment he laid his eyes on her the blood rushed right back into his nether region.

She was standing in front of his bed, her front facing him and her hands had already removed the hoodie, leaving her in a thin, almost see-through top, her nipples visible under the fabric. “Fuck, princess.” He purred, taking two steps to stand right in front of her, admiring the perky little nubs.

“Not as shy as I remember but I like it!” he praised, his hand moving under her top, up her stomach to her breasts, fondling one roughly. She moaned, closing her eyes at his touch. Her hands moved over his muscular chest, scratching her nails over his skin. His grin widened and he removed the top, exposing her naked upper body. He licked his lips at the sight, leaning down to bite at the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Another moan filled the room and she opened the two belts he was wearing before opening his pants, letting them glide to the floor.

“Someone’s eager. I like it.” He purred, opening her pants as well and almost ripping them off her body, her panties following right after. “Kid…!” she panted, getting rid of the rest of his clothes until they both were completely naked. He pushed her onto the bed, taking a quick look at her open legs before she closed them and kneeled in front of him on his bed, eye-level with his dick.

Kid swept her hair out of her face, resting his hand on the back of her head. “Such a nice view. C’mon, princess. Show me how you blow your little king.” He purred, making her blush deeply. But she didn’t protest. Instead, she took his heavy dick into her hand, stroking it a couple of times before kissing the flushed tip. She tasted the first dops of his pre-cum, licking it up with her tongue. Kid watched her in amazement. She had changed so much. She was almost like a professional but with better hygiene and more wealth to her name.

“What a good, slutty princess, licking my dick like a lollipop.” At his praise she rubbed her legs together creating some friction. But she didn’t pay it any further mind and instead concentrated on the task at hand.

She closed her soft lips around his head, taking him in more and more. Her hand was stroking the part her mouth couldn’t reach, following the movements of her mouth. Kid groaned at the sight, guiding her head a little with his hand, his hips thrusting lazily against her face.

“Look at me, princess.” She opened her eyes at his demand, looking up at his, a wave of heat instantly rushing down to her core. Kid chuckled and began moving her head a little faster and deeper. Shameless, throaty moans filled the room. Her hand came up and started fondling his balls, squeezing them lightly while he face fucked her, his mushroom head bumping against the back if her throat. A few choked noises left her body but nothing too major. Saliva ran down her chin and just the sight of that could’ve made him cum at once but he held himself back. It would’ve been a waste to cum already, no matter how fucking lewd and sexy she was looking right now.

“You’ve trained quite a lot. Do you only suck your king’s dick or do you go around practice with the guards as well? Either way, he should be proud of his little whore.” Even if she could have she probably wouldn’t have retorted anything simply she didn’t know what. But his words had her pussy clench around nothing. Something about him calling her a whore had her whole body tingle in excitement.

“Good princess.” He praised, his eyes not leaving hers. He just glanced up once, seeing her hips wiggle, showing him how horny she was. “You want me fuck you, princess?” he asked when he looked back at her face. A small, muffled moan was his answer and he pushed her off his dick.

“Get in all four, princess.” He demanded but she hesitated. Irritated, he raised an eyebrow at her. “I said get in all four!” he repeated himself. The princess bit her lip, looking up at him shyly. “Can…can I ride you?” she asked with a weak voice. Kid was surprised to hear her make this request. Usually, the women just followed his orders. This was new. And he liked it. With a huge grin he let himself fall on his bed with his back, crossing his arms behinf his head. “Take a seat.” He invited her, watching her climb over his body, back turned to him. He looked her back up and down, grin even wider when he saw her ass. “What a nice view…”

She took his dick into her hand, the other one braced herself on his thick thigh for support. She raised her body, her core hovering over his dick and she slowly let herself sink on him. It hurt; of course it did. Neither she not he prepared her sex for his dick but over the last couple of years she found out that this made her even hotter. She liked the pain in the beginning, even though it was almost a little bit too painful.

Kid groaned when he felt her heat around him, instinctively thrusting upwards to meet her halfway. She yelped when he filled her out, clenching around him at the feeling. He was bigger than her husband. She could feel his prominent vein that was running over his shaft. She let her head hang low for a moment, letting her pussy adjust to his size before she started moving.

He watched as his dick slowly glided out of her core before she let herself fall back onto hi with a loud moan. “Fuck.” He hissed, closing his eyes at the feeling. His hand came back from under his head, grabbing the juncture between hip and thigh, digging his nails into her skin. “Move those fucking hips, princess.” He groaned. She let him sink in and glide out with each move, watching the show like Kid and feeling her stomach tingle.

It was so much different form her husband, so much more exciting that she picked up her pace soon, wanting to feel him deeper and deeper inside of her. Kid’s hand moved up, grabbing her tit in his big hand, fondling it roughly, playing with the sensitive tissues. She leaned back on him, her hands now bracing herself on his muscular chest for support, moving her hips up and down while the pirate thrusted his hips upwards in tandem.

Soon, Kid’s metal arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back onto his chest, securing her body with said arm and thrusting up into her at an almost abnormal speed, making her see stars. His other hand glided between her legs, finding the swollen nub and circling it almost forcefully. She screamed in pleasure, pressing her back against his torso, feeling his hard muscles work under her and his ragged breathing tickling her skin.

“Kid….Kid I can’t hold it in any longer…!” she moaned, feeling the familiar feeling coil inside her stomach. Kid’s grip tightened and she could feel his grin behind her. “Already?” he taunted her, picking up his speed again, making her form incoherent sentences. “Guess it can’t be helped, princess.” He pressed his thumb down hard on her clit making her scream in bliss. She arched her body as she came with his name on her lips around his cock, tightening around him oh so good.

Kid didn’t stop, his grip got even tighter as he fucked into her sensitive cunt, seeking his own relief. Her whole body was trembling due to overstimulation, her pussy sore and begging for him to stop but soon enough it was replaced by pleasure once more.

“Fuck…princess! You enjoy this way too much!” he laughed to her moans. With a swift move he turned around with her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He started fucking her from behind, reaching even deeper parts of her body. He grabbed her hair with his hand, making her turn her head to give him access to her neck. His lips started sucking on the think skin, ready to leave dark marks. “N-no! My husband!” she moaned but it was too late.

“You have time to think about your husband at a time like this? I think I need to fuck you even harder, princess.” He purred into her ear, before getting up, grabbing her hips in his hands and slamming his hips against her ass, filling her out in all the right ways. “Shit…Kid! Just like that!” she moaned, moving against his hard thrusts. Kid moaned as well, throwing his head back and enjoying the feeling.

It didn’t take long for her to reach her second orgasm, screaming his name and clenching so hard around him, forcing him to cum as well. He was smart enough to withdraw the last second, coating her back instead with his sticky semen. With a grin he stroked every last bit of his cum out, smearing it over her body.

She was lying there, panting heavily, with heavy eyes, ready to fall asleep.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep here. You go right back to your husband. Maybe you can show him what a mess a real man can make.” He purred, already climbing off his bed to go to the bathroom. “Get dressed and fuck off, princess. I don’t need your king becoming suspicious cause you’re gone for so long. We’re gonna leave tomorrow so no worries.” He came back, leaning against the door frame. “We weren’t planning on raiding your cute little country in the first place. But your begging was really good. Hope to see it again someday.”

[pvrpleblccd]

As the world caves in.

syposis : It was now or never. This was his only chance, never will he have another chance like this.

pairing : dreamwastaken x f.reader

tw : angst, sad, tradegy, death, mentions of death/suicide, mc going through a very rough time

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ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇs ɪɴ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴍᴀʟᴛᴇs

I fell on my knees, looking at my family laying on the floor, white foam and another odd colour of a substance coming out of their mouths. My hand started to tremble as I reached out for my little siblings hand. It was cold. I couldn't help, but sob. Looking at their faces made me weak, it was pale, way too pale and far from its original tone. Their expressions will be one that will be engraved with me, they looked somehow peaceful, if it wasn't for the foam, we could mistaken for them to be asleep.

I put my palm on their cheeks, taking in their features for the last time, they're so young, way too young. They barely lived. There's so much ahead of them. They were looking forward to their lives, I was supposed to watch them grow up and see them graduate. Watch them enjoy their lives and, maybe, them eventually becoming parents.

My head suddenly turned to my parents, I looked at their faces and both of them held a small smile with dried tears clearly noticeable on their faces. My eyes glanced down on their hands, they were hold each other's hands, with their wedding rings on. Another sob came out of my mouth and hoped that they were able to move on with their next life. I felt a tiny happy feeling inside of me, my parents were divorced and they separated, but seeing them like this.. It made me feel.. somehow happy.

My tears were never ending. They kept on falling as I let out a scream. It hurt. My family is gone, without me, and soon I too will be gone. But I did not wanted to go, not yet.. Not alone. I got up and grabbed a blanket, placing it over my family. I noticed one of our gardening flowers in the living room, it was withering, but I took it and placed it on top of the blanket.

"Thank you.. For everything. I hope you were able to move on. I love you all... May we meet again."

A hiccup escaped my mouth, I quickly wiped my tears even though they kept on coming. My eyes went to the TV, the timer kept on going down and flashing, reminding me the time I had left to live the life I couldn't live at its fullest. I clenched my jaw and threw the closest thing to me on it, which was a family frame and made my way to the front door, locking it, out of habit and looked at my house I've lived it for the past 18 years.

All the good and bad memories flashing in my head, finally arriving to the conclusion even if I mostly had downs, I've enjoyed many moments of it. I was still glad to be able to live, experiencing things, even though I would have experienced more. Then the feeling of regret came to me, I shouldn't have wasted the time and moments I locked myself up in my room.

"Goodbye... My memory box."

With that, I made my way to the usual hangout of my friends and I. There was one more thing I wanted to say to someone first. The thought of them gone came across my head and my walking became jogging then running. The people in the streets were wildly insane. Some celebrating, some were trying to loot places before entering their bunkers, some were making out, some were crying. There were too many things happening, it terrified me. The sirens started to go and a mix of screaming, cheering and crying could be heard.

"I don't have much time... I need to see him... Its- AHH!"

The sound of guns could be heard, people started to shoot each other and a bunch of troubled people descended their vehicles and screamed 'We're all going to die soon, give up your life already'. That sentence caused a havoc amongst the people, bodies started to flop on the ground and blood spattered everywhere, this made me run faster. I stop dead in my tracks as I came face to face with the silent guy in my physics class who I would always bring his favourite chocolate chips cookie. My hands immediately went up as soon as I saw the crossbow he was holding.

“Nerd.”

Every step he took, made me insides hurt me even more. I would always try to cheer him up or make him smile or even get to open up, in the end I would always be the one ending up talking about how much of a wuss I am when I would always fail to get along with him again. He came up to me, his long pink hair swaying by his side, I closed my eyes and waited for the agonizing pain, but it never came, instead, I was engulfed in a warm hug. My eyes shot wide open as I returned the hug and squeezed the man.

“Thank you for being a wonderful friend to me. You made me feel things that a normal teenager should feel. What do they call it? Fireflies? No, I think it was butterflies. But too bad, it’s time to say goodbye now. I do admit, I will miss your rants.”

“Techno-“

“Dave, now go. Go to him.”

“Dave… thank you.”

I felt him give a small peck on my cheek before he turns away gracefully, I fully took note of what he was wearing, it was beautiful. He was dressed as if he was a king or even a god, his red cape flowing through the wind perfectly. I smiled and continued my course. After making turns, I finally arrived to the hangout spot, my running turned into jogging then walking, then I finally stopped, seeing his tall figure and his signature long brown coat and beanie.

"Wil-"

There he was. Comforting her, whispering things in her ear. The both of them were sitting on the bench we made, so the whole gang could fit in it. She looked up to him, her tears still falling down. I saw him lean in and she did the same thing. My breathing stopped. My head and thoughts went numb. Both of their eyes closing, lips about to touch. Before I could see the action happen, I was turned around, my face making contact with a torso and my body embraced in a hug. My sobs were silenced by the loud sirens. It hurts. He knew I liked him, he knew and now he's there kissing Niki.

My best friend.

I confessed to him, only to have him tell me he wanted space to think. Niki knew I liked him as well, hell she was the one who helped me gather my courage to go confess to him. Was I that oblivious to not notice the sudden change in Wilbur's behaviour whenever he saw Niki close or the way he talked, always harsh to me, but always soft to Niki? And the look he held in his eyes when I'm with him, nothing but boredom and annoyance and when Niki showed up, his eyes would light up and smile immediately. He would always find a way to finis the conversation quickly so that he can go talk with her.

I was blinded by what I thought was love.

"Let it out.. Let it all out y/n."

I recognized who it was just by the sound of his voice. Clay. I hugged him tighter, before my knees gave up, the both of us ending up on the ground. Never once Clay let me go. His arms were around me in a protective manner, his hand caressing my back and felt him humming something, head still on his chest.

Clay.

The one who was always been there for me when I was at my lowest and needed someone. The one who always took me out of my cave of a room when I was sad. The one who would stay up all night to play games with me. The one who helped me the most when my older sibling died. The one who would encourage me to go hang out with Nick, George and him when the others were having a chill hangout when I wasn't invited. The one who always cheered me up when I was gloomy and unwell. The one who always visited me whenever I missed a day in school.

He was the one who truly cared about my health.

The only one who truly cared about me.

I looked up to him, taking in all his features for the first time. His freckles sprayed perfectly on his face, his blonde hair was displayed in a messy way, they were wavy, reminded me of Wilbur's. His eyes were closed, eyelashes long as ever, lips looking plum and nose looking boopable. He wore a simple outfit, jeans with black converse and his signature lime green hoodie with a smiley face of it. The small breeze made his hair slightly move to the wind and made his eyes open. Those beautiful emerald green eyes.

Oh, they were the prettiest colour I've ever seen. Just looking at them, I got lost in them. They would always gave me a sort of warm and welcoming feeling. How could've I not looked at him like this before? Never once I fully took in his features. Clay, is the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Why was I always focused on Wilbur?

When the one who truly cared for me, was always by my side?

A wave of guilt hit me, my vision becoming blurry ones again, Clay must've felt my shaking and heard my sobs once again. He looked down to me, eyes meeting each other's and a soft smile came across is beautiful face. I was no longer held in a hug, but his hands made contact with my cheeks, cupping them. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and put his forehead on mine. I found it selfish that I enjoyed this, Clay was always there for me and I wasn't able to pay his kindness.

"Clay... Why? You were always there for me, but.. I don't understand.. why?"

"It's you, y/n. It's always been you. I was head over heels for you, ever since I saw you for the first time. As we grew closer, I fell even more for you. Y/n, you're a wonderful woman, you're fucking gorgeous and you're amazing. Wilbur's a fucking asshole for not accepting you, the man fucked up and seeing you losing your smile.. It broke me. It fucking broke me. I didn't want you to lose that precious smile. You're an amazing person and you deserve the world, I.. I couldn't give you all of the things you deserve.

You went through so much and it always broke me seeing you unwell and unstable. I don't know how you do it... You're so fucking strong. After all that.. You still managed to keep a smile and be an optimist. I know that happy persona is nothing but a front, I know, trust me. — he paused for a moment, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear — Darling, you have no idea how lucky and happy I am to be able to see the real you. Every moment I spent with you, were the best moments in my life, Y/n."

I took in all of his words and played them in my head several times. I felt his thumb caressing my cheeks and hear him sniffle. I noticed the tears rolling down his face and this made something explode in my heart. I never saw Clay cry. Never once this man showed any sign of sadness or whatsoever before. Taking in on the fact that he was always on the one sided love destroyed me. He was making sure I was doing okay even though it meant to destroy him.

My thoughts were fighting against each other. All of the moments I have spent with Clay played in my head all over again. Remembering all of the times he would make me blush, because we would compliment me. The times were we would tease each other. The times were we would both pretend to be lovers just to be able to get 'couple discounts' and 'couple contests'. The moments I truly felt happy. And finally... The moment he would always make my heart skip a beat and give me butterflies. All of the thoughts led me to one conclusion that was written everywhere, all of the signs were there, but I was too blind actually see it...

Clay was the one I truly loved.

My eyes flickered to the object in the sky, slowly but quickly approaching us. I panicked and placed my hands on his cheeks. He looked at me in the eyes, his were red due to the crying and his expression was even more hard to take in. My breathing started to quicken, I shook my head, wanting to talk with him more, figure things out, but the object in the sky was making me stressed.

"Why..?! W..Why haven't you said anything Clay..?! I... Why only now??"

He looked up seeing the nukes coming closer and clenched his jaw. He once again faced me and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes immediately closed, suddenly forgetting about everything happening around us. Never wanting for this moment to end. When he pulled away, he pulled me back to reality. The sounds of the nukes coming was getting louder and louder. The lights started to blind my view.

"Clay.. Clay! N..No.. We can talk about this... I.. We can fix this... We can..."

Clay engulfed me in a hug, caressing me, trying to calm my horrified self. I clung onto the man whom I've realized, was the one. My cries were loud, I felt drops of water on my shoulder. He too was crying. Kissing my forehead on last time, he smile at me saying his final words.

"In another life... Maybe, it will be meant to be."

I looked at him for the last time, accepting my fate and gave him a genuine smile, for the first time.

"I love you."

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published : June 20 2021, 4:40 am

modified : August 25 2021, 12:25pm

[loversdelusion]

Days Scattered

Deacon St. John x St. John!Reader

Part 1 of 3

part two-part three

The St. John Siblings.

(Y/n) and Deacon Lee St. John.

(Y/n), Deacon's younger sister by 6 years.

They were both very close growing up, Deacon would do anything for his little sister, her all the same.

Their bond was no different in the Apocalyptic wasteland of Oregon. Boozer, (Y/n) and Deacon stuck by each other's side since they left Farewell, since they said goodbye to Sarah.

"Deacon, (Y/n), you there? Lost Lake to St. John siblings, come back" Boozer's voice sounded through the walkie talkie strapped to Deacon's chest "Yeah, Boozer?" Deacon acknowledged him, his eyes keeping a close eye on his sister, who was currently harvesting some plants they could use "What's up?" Deacon's voice lowered, barely noticeable.

"A group of Rippers were seen driving by the camp, looked like they were heading in your direction, keep a look out" Deacon's dark brows furrowed together "Dammit.." Deacon muttered under his breath "Okay, yeah, we'll make our way back" his put down the device and looked around for (Y/n), who was suddenly nowhere to be seen.

"(Y/n)..?" Deacon's eyes darted around the area "(Y/n), where are you?" He turned, his worry was gradually climbing "(Y/n)?" He called, he could hear the sound of roaring motors in the distance- probably the Rippers Boozer was talking about "(Y/n)! Dammit, you were just here!" He hastily searched around the small grove "(Y/n)!" He fumbled around with the walkie talkie strapped to his chest "(Y/n)! Where are you? We need to go!" He spoke into the device, crackling noises sounded back.

"Deek? What's wrong?" He sighed in relief when he heard her voice "Jesus, (Y/n)..we gotta go, there's Rippers coming and we aren't safe here, where did you go?" Static again before her voice replied "I found a stream, and there's fish in it" he nodded like she could see him "Okay, ju- just wait there, I'm coming to you" he strapped the small device back to his chest and immediately set into a light jog.

"(Y/n)?" He called out in a normal voice, scanning the bank of the stream "Over here" her voice came from behind a small bush, practically hiding her figure "I caught a few, we can turn them into the kitchen" Deacon eyed four fish beside her "Okay, but we have to go, here let me" he knelt down beside her, pulling a roll of string out of his bag and quickly stringing the fish together. "'Kay, c'mon" he tied the fish to his belt and grabbed her wrist, pulling her along with him "If we make it in time, we can leave before they get here" he said through panted breaths.

Yet, as always, the St. John's luck was never on their side, Deacon came to a halt, pulling them down into a crouch "Fuck..!" He said through gritted teeth, (Y/n) sighed "We can take them, there's only 3" (Y/n) said, a hopeful lilt in her tone, Deacon's gaze hardened as 5 more Rippers pulled up "Of fucking course.." (Y/n) muttered under her breath.

"The Lost are here!" The pair listened in as one of the Ripper's exclaimed "Find them" The group of Ripper's spread out, slowly stalking towards them "Go, go back to the stream, hurry!" Deacon said through hushed whispers "I'm right behind you" he nudged her back in the direction of the stream, the younger St. John did as she was told, scrambling up in a low crouch, Deacon following after her.

"How are we going to get back to the bikes?" (Y/n) asked after they made it an okay ways away to stop for a few minutes "You go around, I'll distract them" Deacon and (Y/n) shared a worried glance. "No, that's crazy even for you" she said, taking his larger hand in hers "We go together, Deek" her tone was firm "Together or I'm staying right here" Deacon sighed heavily "Don't do this now, just go, I'll be fine" her brows furrowed in frustration "Fine" she said, pulling away from him and walking away "Be careful".

Deacon turned away from her fleeting form, seeing 6 of the Ripper's coming into view, armed with Machine Guns and Rifles "Okay, time to get low, motherfuckers" Deacon never did notice the absence of the other 2 Ripper's.

(Y/n) carefully treaded along the grassy area, keeping a steady watch on her surroundings "(Y/n)?" The sound of her brothers came through the walkie talkie, startling her for a brief second "Yeah?" She replied "Make your way back to Lost Lake, I'll meet you there" she rolled her eyes, shaking her head "I'll wait for you" (Y/n) neared the road, glancing in both directions to make sure no one was on it.

Seeing that no one was near, she walked back in the direction of the bikes, walking in the tree line to stay hidden in case someone did drive by. Her eyes caught sight of numerous bikes parked on the road, her pave quickened as she could see her and brothers bikes still there, looking to be in the same condition they left them in.

She let out a breath of relief as she stood by her bike, she quickly checked it over, making sure nothing was missing "Deek?" She pulled the walkie talkie closer to her mouth "I'm here, you at the bikes?" He replied, she smiled "Yeah, are they all gone?" Deek took a second to reply "Yep, all dead and accounted for" (Y/n) could hear the exhaustion in his voice "Heading back now" She put the device back in its place, doing Deacon the favor of also checking over his bike.

She was crouched down, eyeing the engine and all that, the scuff of boots meeting gravel caught her attention, she didn't turn to look "That was fast" she jested, coming to a full stand once she deemed her brothers bike good. "Expecting your brother..Mongrel Princess?" She gasped, turning to meet 2 Ripper's, their bloodied and cut up bodies in full view, she quickly reached for her walkie talkie but the Ripper that didn't speak to her lunged for her, knocking the device out of her hand.

"No!" She yelled, thrashing against the Ripper's hold, their drug fueled strength proved to be 10x stronger than her, she grunted as she continued to fight against them "Carlos will be most pleased to see that we have caught the little Princess" the Ripper was in her face, she could smell his breath wafting into her nose, she cringed.

"Let go of me, you fucks!" She cried, kicking at the Ripper that wasn't holding her, trying to push him away, her boot-clad foot ended up connecting with the Ripper's groin, he doubled over in pain, she smirked at the satisfaction "Did that hurt, motherfucker? I hope it did!" She growled, the Ripper stood "Little bitch!" was the last thing she heard as the Ripper slapped her so hard, she blacked out.

Deacon finished looting all of the bodies, hoping to find some rags so he could fix up some bandages for a couple hits he took, he walked towards the direction of the bikes, wrapping the bandage around a bullet gash on his arm "-you fucks!" He halted in his tracks, picking up the sound of yelling "(Y/n)" he said, taking on a full sprint, the sight of 2 Ripper's lugging his unconscious sister onto the back of their bikes entered his vision.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted, adrenaline fueling him "No, (Y/n)!" The 2 Ripper's turned to him, having fully got his sister on one of their bikes "Let her go, you bastards!" The Ripper's started their bikes, the rev of the engines haunting Deacon "No, no!" He sprinted even faster if at all possible, they were pulling away from the grove, Deacon ran at the bike that had (Y/n), lunging with his full body at it but they were too fast, Deacon landed face first into the pavement, he scrambled to his feet despite the pain.

He felt so hopeless as he watched them drive away, their figures getting further and further by the second, his knees crashed to the ground. Defeat, failure, hopelessness and fear clouded his mind and body, defeat because he couldn't stop them, failure because he couldn't protect (Y/n), hopelessness because he was so close to saving her, if he was any faster, she would be in his arms right now, and finally..fear, fear because of what they do to hostages.

He sat against his bike, back against the engine "St. John to Lost Lake, do you copy? Deacon St. John to Lost Lake, come back" static filled his ears as he waited for a reply "Deek?" The familiar voice of Rikki reached his ears "Is everything alright?" Deacon's head lulled back, hitting the tank of the bike "No, Rikki.." He muttered, gaze set on the direction of where the Ripper's went.

"What is it? Is (Y/n) okay?" A lump formed in his throat, scared his voice would crack and waver if he answered, he waited a few seconds, taking a deep breath before he spoke again "No, goddammit" his reply was quick "What happened? Is she hurt?" Rikki's voice was taking on a worried tone "She will be, we were attacked by Ripper's, I- I thought that I- I thought that I killed them all but I guess not.." Deacon held his head in the hand that wasn't holding the walkie talkie.

"They took her..the last 2 Ripper's that I didn't kill, they took her" it was quiet for what felt like forever until Rikki spoke again "Okay, come back to camp and we'll figure out what to do from there, plus Mike wants to see you, it's urgent" Deacon's hand slapped the ground "Dammit, Rikki! Iron Mike is the least of my problems right now!" His temper flared even higher.

"Skizzo sold you, Boozer and (Y/n) out to Carlos.." Her voice was quiet as she spoke the one sentence that Deacon needed to be pushed over the edge "That's why Carlos has been sending groups of Ripper's to harass the supply runs, it's also why Carlos sent a group of Ripper's to capture both of you, come back to camp, Deek".

Deacon stomped up the steps of the lodge, roughly pushing the door open "It was for the good of the camp!" Deacon's anger flared upon hearing Skizzo's voice "Christ, Skizzo! If we start turning on each other, then we're no better than the Freaks, Rippers or anyone for that matter!" Iron Mike gaze flitted to Deacon, who standing behind Skizzo "Your treaties not gonna hold with the way you're running things!" Skizzo still hadn't noticed the other presence that entered the room. "You're going to get our people killed, it's three bikers for a whole camp!" Skizzo argued, Mike shook his head "That is not how we do things and you of all people should know that!" He yelled, pointing a finger in Skizzo's face "It doesn't matter who you were or what you've done in the past, if we don't stick together, we'll be gone in a damn week!".

Skizzo rolled his eyes "Whatever, Mike, don't come groveling at my feet when Carlos attacks the camp to get them" he waved him off, turning around and immediately running into Deacon, Skizzo's eyes went wide as he took a step back, he didn't really get that far as Deacon threw a punch that knocked Skizzo on his ass, a cut marked his cheekbone "Deacon?!" Skizzo said, bewildered "Yeah, it's me, what, did you expect the Ripper's to have me?".

Deacon knelt to eye level with him, he shook his head "You know what they do have?" His voice had a dangerous edge to it "(Y/n)" Deacon pulled his boot knife out and stabbed the knife into the wooden floor right next to Skizzo's leg, Skizzo visibly jumped "You got my sister captured, because what? You trying to be a hero? Huh?" Deacon was basically growling at this point.

[amoc94]

"His Pet"

Summary : Min Yoongi. A business magnate, and a mafia leader. He was everything you would never imagine to be a part of your life.Yet fate is not something to be eluded.

He would do anything to make you his.

Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.

Pairings : Yoongi × female OC (from reader's POV).

Warning for this chapter : Violence, gang fight, murder.

This story is not for easily triggered readers or below eighteen.

Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.

List of chapters here.

CHAPTER 17.

It took them half an hour to scan between several storehouses to find the one that was used to hide the robbed goods.

Most of the building were in decay, with many of them became point for waste disposal. Several of them were unlocked and empty, made their task easier, and with the help of metal detector, they finally found it.

It was just like he predicted, Yoongi felt the surge of satisfaction upon gazing at the view in front of him.

Forty units of the latest model of Ducati motorcycle, and another five of pre-ordered limited edition model, more than two billion won in value. Nothing major to make an impact to his cashflow, but definitely not something he would just let it slide either. The pre-ordered version had been booked by regulars from one of his showroom, it would tarnish his store's reputation should the delivery failed.

No wonder that bastard Kim wanted to betray him, there was no way Yoongi would willing to give even a fraction of that amount as a compensation for something that actually belonged to him from the start.

He was quite familiar with Busan industrial zone, and he found that the only cheap way with space that could fit their loot was in this abandoned warehouses area. No fee nor paperwork needed, albeit not too safe, but the most feasible option.

To think that he actually considered their offer for mutual agreement, only to find that they kept it in Yongho instead of Gwangan like they said to him earlier.

It was a downright insult to his ingenuity.

On the other hand, something so unforgivable would mean his trigger-happy fingers would be very much satiated today.

He already called Sejin to arrange two container trucks stood by, and it required one hour to move all the bikes to be transported back to his warehouse in Dongsam. Good thing he decided to leave the house two hours earlier this morning.

The distance from Gwangan to Yongho would be around twenty minutes minus traffic. He guessed that once the realization dawned on them that Bangtan took the detour, they would probably arrive in Yongho in forty minutes.

Well, forty five minutes to be exact, Yoongi checked his watch, smirking while casting a glance at the view afar, around forty men strode in conceited manner, carried various weapons, from baseball bat, samurai, to butcher knife.

He looked at them in disdain, he despised these kind of thugs, they were poor and filthy, most of them were ex-convicts who went back and forth of jail, a literal epitome of scumbag.

To have the nerve to rob from Bangtan, Yoongi could only praised their leader for that, between ignorance or idiocy he just couldn't decide which one suit the guy better.

That brought to mind, if you want to get rid the bee colony, you have to kill the queen bee.

Their leader stopped his pace a few meters in front of Yoongi, didn't waste time to shoot his oath.

"Bangtan! You son of a bitch! You broke the fucking agreement!"

"You really have the nerve to say that to me? Why should I compensate you after you betray me first? You think I won't find out?"

Yoongi cocked his head and gave them a disparaging look.

Seemed like that guy didn't have the right answer, his cheeks turned rosy of anger and shame. He certainly had to do something to save his face in front of his men.

"Cut it out! No more agreement! Charge!" He gave cue to his men to attack.

The seconds after they step forward, five of them at the front range screamed and fell down, clutching the knives jabbed on their chest.

Yoongi proudly observed Taehyung's movement when throwing his knives, sailing smooth and swift, his movement was near invisible, hit the targets almost simultaneously.

With fluid mobility like he was dancing, he swung around, pivoting on his heel, and slayed another three men with his blade.

Jimin took a long sprint, before jumped to the air, and launched multiple kicks to three other men stood next to the leader. When they collapsed, he unleashed his blade to stab their chest alternately.

There were five other men charged themself to Jungkook who brandishing his nunchucks, swung it into circle motion, launching several hits to their heads, before worked on his blade to slash their throat in a continuous move.

Hoseok moved forward maneuvered between gun and blade alternately, crippled ten more men throughout, bulldozed his way to where the leader was standing.

Even after the dispute he had with Hoseok in the past, Yoongi had to admit, the man indeed got style. His blade skills probably wasn't as good as Taehyung, nor his skill with gun as sharp as Yoongi, but combining the two in between, made him one of the great fighter in their group.

Yoongi stood in front of the battle, scanned the view in front of him, ready to shoot whenever he spot an unguarded attack. He was their ultimate protector, to make sure that no opponent could penetrate their defense, and wound any of the member.

His shooting accuracy enabled him to stand anywhere within perimeter without missing his targets. So far he had shot one person tried to hit Jimin on his back with a knife, and another one that attacked Jungkook from his side.

They had to minimize the use of guns, as not to attract the attention of authority later. Gang fights rarely involved firearm, thus insignificant amount of bullets found on the crime scene would be dismissed.

If the amount of bullets cross the line, it would led to investigation by police force, which he certainly wanted to avoid. Yoongi had enough connections within the goverment, but he would prefer to keep things on the down low.

It wasn't long before the whole gang were defeated, lying around with blood spills everywhere.

Yoongi stood in front of the Kim hyungnim, watching his slump form, all alone, without his men to help him. Jungkook who stood behind him, kicked the back of his knee to force him to kneel down, and handcuffed his wrists.

Crouching to his eye level, he pressed his gun muzzle to the man's chin.

"Now, Kim, this is the second time you robbed our stuff. The first time I let it slide, because I didn't have time to bother, and I thought I should let the authority to find it, which they haven't, until now. I want you to give back the money to me, then maybe I would spare your life."

"It was my money, and of course you don't know. But if you return it to me, then I will definitely spare your wife. Considering six of my employees were killed during your assault to our warehouse, it sounds reasonable enough don't you think?" Yoongi loved to see how people struggled in his grasp.

"Tch ... how do I know you will not kill me after I give the money to you." He spat with hateful glare from his bloodshot eyes.

"You son of a bitch! Leave her out of this!" He tried to stand up to make a move, but Jungkook stepped on his ankles practically immobilized him.

"Surprise surprise, you still care about her? I thought the nights you spent in brothel every week told me otherwise. Well, you chose the hard way I see. Good thing I came prepared. Hobi, can you help me?"

Hoseok stepped forward and put the briefcase he brought earlier on the ground, taking out a syringe along with an ampoule filled with clear liquid. He drew the liquid to the syringe, then injected to the guy's arm.

"Fuck! What are you giving me?"

"This is to squeeze your mouth so you could spill the information. Enjoy it, you can get high with this one." Hoseok spoke to the guy while throwing the syringe to an empty plastic bag.

A minute later, they watched the man as he started to swing his head weakly, sign of the drug to take effect. His eyes looked unfocused, and his body seemed lethargic.

"Now, Kim, can you tell me, where is my money?" Yoongi lifted up his chin with his gun.

"The money that you got after you sold out the batch of air taser from my warehouse, of course."

"What money?" He slurred and blinked his heavy eyes tried to have a clear view of Yoongi in front of him.

He smiled with his eyes partly closed.

"Ahh ... that ... good stuff ... sold out real quick."

"Of course..real good that made you so greedy you didn't even want to spare some for your own men." Yoongi sneered.

"One million won per piece, why would I give it to them. Stupid useless bastards. Couldn't even fight properly."

Yoongi pressed the muzzle to his jaw firmer. "Where is the money?"

"It's in my bank, of course. You think this is ancient time, where people put money under pillow?" His insane laugh annoyed Yoongi to the point where his fingers felt so itchy to just put a bullet to his head and get it over with.

But not yet, he wanted his money back.

"How about we make an agreement. You show me the money, if there is still more than seventy percent from the total amount, you will live to see another day. Less than that, you go to hell. Oh, and I will spare your wife in return. If you don't tell me, then both of you go to hell." Yoongi locked his sight to the guy's eyes.

The guy's fell silent for few seconds before started to talk again.

"My ... account number ... "

"There is one hundred ninety million won in here."

Yoongi looked to Seokjin who was ready with his laptop. He typed the account number and password, then gave the okay signal to Yoongi.

Yoongi looked at the man in front of him and smirked.

"Oh Kim, too bad, there isn't even seventy percent. Another account maybe?"

The man shook his head. "There is no more, that's the only...."

He didn't have the chance to finish his sentence when the loud gunshot following with a bullet pierced a hole to his forehead, the man's body slumped to the ground.

Yoongi sighed in relieve.

Today's mission was successful more than his initial expectation.

He got his money and stuff back, and his need had been fulfilled.

It was like killing two birds with a stone.

"Good riddance, such a lingering pest. Let's go back. Choi will be here soon to clean up the mess, we aren't suppose to be here."

He stood up and put his gun back to his holster. The rest of his men walked hurriedly back to their car, while Yoongi strode over towards the lamborghini with Jimin and Jungkook.

"Hyung, I think you should look at this." Namjoon called him and gave your phone to Yoongi.

"Twenty five missed calls in an hour. I think her brother got suspicious. You need to find a solution before he reach to the police. I don't think Park could make up excuses for two different cases for us on the same day, it's too risky." Namjoon warned him.

Yoongi paused for a moment to ponder his options, then put the phone to his pocket.

"Jimin, once we arrive at Seoul, we need to make another detour"

Chapter 18

[allandoflimbo]

Ashens (Part 3)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 3,036

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

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Month: February

Year: 2021

It had been three years since you saw your parents being murdered in your living room and since the civil war started.

Society had fallen.

First, it was the fight for the cure, then it was the fight for protection. Next, came the riots, the fight for food, and eventually, it all became a survival of the fittest.

Electricity and communication were no more. You don’t even remember the last time you saw a working TV. Family was no more. Violence and dishonesty were now the brutal answer.

These days, protection came in the form of clothing you owned and how much you had of it. After it became apparent that this virus was actually a bacteria born and flesh-eating disease, everyone did what they could to try and keep their skin protected as much as possible. It ate through the skin and took over your body like a plague. Heavy clothing equaled less chance of being infected. It didn’t take very long for clothing stores to be looted along with the grocery and drug stores.

Eventually, you’d have to make use of any clothing you found on dead bodies that were killed by assassination and not by the virus itself. You couldn’t risk that.

But even that was rare to come by. Everyone jumped at the opportunity of a clothed dead corpse. Whether it was for the scarf, the pants, shoes, or socks.

During the riots, most of the homes had all been destroyed either by fire or vandalism. Some tainted by dead bodies; murder scenes. Some eaten by the virus. You didn’t want to live in a home that was infected. Destroyed homes were ruined by the winter’s harsh snowstorms and the summer’s heavy rainfall. Because of their collapsed ceilings mixed in with the weather, it all eventually began to mold and collapse.

Life was no more, happiness and serenity were gone, except for in The Capitol.

No one could get inside The Wall. You heard rumors that it was guarded by heavy military and machine guns, and all of Hydra.

The Capitol was a place where your parents had planned for every single one of you to make use of to help you survive and live a happy life. It was supposed to be a safe haven, not this.

It was now the place that had been savagely stolen by Hydra and the evil rich. The migration into The Capitol had happened very soon after your parent’s death. The rich, elite, privileged, and only some certain politicians, were taken in.

The other politicians, you heard in rumors, had either killed themselves or were killed by other government officials, just like your parents had been. You heard rumors that this had been an undercover mission for years. They all knew how to take over the moment it was necessary.

Even the doctors and scientists had been taken with them. And you wondered if it was at their own will. Meanwhile, everyone else - people like you and Will and simple middle-class families with children - were forced to fight each other to stay alive.

A bloodbath.

The first few months you and Will had refused to fight anyone for food. That wasn’t in your moral plans. But it had eventually come a day when neither of you had eaten in three days, and the only thing left, in a dirty store off Route 95, was a loaf of bread. You, Will, and this random girl all argued until you eventually agreed on splitting it into three pieces.

The girl had been chewing her piece, devouring like she hadn’t eaten in days when her eyes landed on the tattoo on your neck, and immediately you knew she knew who you were. Her eyes grew dark and she jumped at the chance to attack you when Will came from behind, hitting her on the back of the head with a heavy bucket, making her pass out.

You knew that no one really knew what happened to your family. They all think it was your parent’s intentions for all of these horrible things to have happened. They blame you and your family for this. This only made you want to avenge your parents even more and even Will knew. This life wasn’t what they wanted, and it’s not what you wanted either.

You had been sitting one night, in the middle of a forest in Connecticut around a blazing fire, eating a fish you had just caught with your handmade spear. It had fed you both for many months. Will smiled over the fire at you, licking the meat off the bone clean.

“We’ll get there, Y/N.”

You stared at the fire in a daze. You hadn’t lost hope. Or at least you don’t think you did. Your feet had been bare for weeks and they were starting to chafe and bleed.

You wouldn’t admit it, but part of you did lose a little hope. You feared the first snowfall of the year. It was almost comical to you how your last worry at the moment was frostbite.

You took a deep breath, enjoying the taste of the Tilapia. You wrapped your heavy scarf over your shoulders.

“I know, I’m just tired. I wish I had more strength, I wish we had more strength. There’s two of us and thousands of them, Will.”

It was the first sign of doubt you had shown in months, and it surprised Will slightly.

“I know, but we can do it. I know we can.” he licked his fingers clean and then laid down on the wet and cold grass, his hands behind his head.

Could you do it? You weren’t sure anymore. You knew you wanted to kill Hydra and you wanted to overtake The Capitol. But were you two really capable of doing that? Have you two been delusional this entire time?

“Its been three years. Three years.” You said softly. Exhausted.

“True, but we’re young. And we’re smart. We have an advantage they don’t. That.” He bent one of his legs and stared up at the scars, a small smile tainting his lips, “We could always call The Avengers.”

You scoffed, running your hands through your hair as you threw the bare spine into the fire. You were a bit sad you finished it, your tummy still turning in hunger.

“What Avengers? Hydra destroyed their home, everything. They tried to fight and they lost. Worst than when Thanos beat them. And to make matters worse, this is a virus, it’s not something they can necessarily control. They’ve become overpowered, even the damn Avengers are overpowered now by Hydra. This is like a horror movie that will never end. It’s time we face the facts.”

Will smirked.

“I don’t know if I buy it. You mean to tell me even Bruce fucking Banner couldn’t break that damn wall?”

You gave him a glare.

“I don’t think the goal here is to break The Wall. If anything that would ruin the purpose, don’t you think?” you picked up a small and harmless rock and threw it at his chest, making him cringe, “dipshit.”

Will continued to stare up at the stars.  The night was midnight black, and now since there was no longer any electricity, you could even see the milky-way.

“I don’t see this ending badly.”

You wish you had his good heart and good soul. You furrow your brows at him.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“This whole thing. We’ll fix it, I know we will. I don’t know how, but it will happen. I’m sure of it.”

You consider his words and nod. You slowly take your time to get up and walk over to where he is. You pull your heavy apocalyptic-style hood over your head and scooch over closer to him. You cross your own arms behind your head, also looking up at the stars. They looked beautiful, and for the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to feel even a little bit serene.  This is why you enjoyed Will. He was your best friend and your guardian angel.

“You really think so?” You ask.

Will turned his head over and looked at you. You did the same thing, staring back into his eyes.

You were suddenly afraid; afraid of losing your friend. What would you do without a good soul like him to keep you sane and strong?

“I do.” There was no trace of doubt in his voice.

Still, you tried to believe him, you really did.

You and Will began to fend for survival. You often thought of killing your parent’s murderer when you would both be laying under a tree in the cold of the night trying to fall asleep. You would never forget that face.  You and Will would both alternate between being watchmen to guard your food and weapons. You mostly used the weapons just for hunting, but you never knew what could happen. Still, you remained alert and vigilant.

You both never ventured too much into the city, trying to stay on the outskirts as much as you possibly could. But one day you had cut your hand while trying to spear more seafood in a riverbed, and the cut ended up being deeper than you could manage. Not only did you fear it to get in the way of your hunting, but you also didn’t want your blood seeping in through your clothing, making it more versatile to the virus.

You both found a looted, but in not-too-bad-of-a-condition, dollar store just off the freeway. You both climbed over some of the abandoned cars, making sure to look in each one just in case there was something worth taking.

You got to the entrance of the store, and Will told you he would be outside waiting and keeping guard while you looked for some bandages.

The store was almost completely empty, yet you found your way into the med isle, stepping over fallen light fixtures and useless items like beanie babies and dusted up Happy Birthday cards. You were rummaging through some boxes when you heard it.

A scream.

Will.

Your heart jumped into your throat and you acted on autopilot. You didn’t second guess, you ran through the doors and over the fallen cable wires without hesitation. Your eyes searched the eery and abandoned parking lot. You didn’t see him and you screamed Will’s name over and over again, running around the deserted parking lot. You knew it was dangerous, but you had to find him. You heard a groan and you quickly saw him lying against the curb off to the side of the highway, his arm wrapped tightly around his waist.

You feared the worst.

“No, no,” you repeated to yourself. You tried to be careful to not slip on the black ice beneath your leather boots.

You ran towards his fallen body and the first thing you say was how pale he was. His face was emotionless. Most likely shock. You crouched down next to him and you pulled his arm away from his chest. You saw a knife sticking out from his upper abdomen and blood.

A lot of blood.

He was panting and it didn’t take you long to look up across the street. There was a man faced down into the pavement. You swallowed thickly, knowing there was a fight and Will had gotten hurt.

“He saw you and he kept saying he wanted your coat, he was a loon and he had a machete, and he — and he—” Will panted.

“Shhh, shhh.” You hugged him tightly to your body as you rocked him back and forth.

“I wanted to protect you.” “I know, Will. I know.” You cried, closing your eyes tightly together and holding him closer.

He barely coughed out, his eyes rolling back.

“It hurts.” He cried.

You saw heavy tears cloud your vision and you felt a sense of impending doom.

“I got you, Will, I got you.” You don’t know if you were speaking to him or yourself.

He stretched his arm up and grabbed yours, pulling your embrace tighter around his body.

“We’ll get them, Y/N. We’ll avenge your parents, I promise. I’m too strong for this.” He squeaked, “I won’t die.” He said through clenched teeth.

Tears ran down your face as you watched him grab his own open abdomen.

“You are, Will. You are so strong.” Your face tilted to the side as more sobs racked through your body, “Please, don’t leave me. I can’t be alone. I can’t do this alone.”

You felt his nimble fingers dig into your elbow, smearing you with his blood.

“I’m so sorry.” He whimpered, some blood escaping his lips this time.

“Please, please.” You cried over and over again, holding him tighter to your chest.

It didn’t take much longer for you to feel him go limp in your arms. Your body shook with your cries when you repeated it back to yourself: Will was dead.

You didn’t allow yourself to cry for too long. You wanted to but you knew you needed to keep moving, and being this exposed could only cost you your life.

You quickly found a nice area, the nicest you could possibly find in an arena of death, and you carefully laid Will’s body down. Ironically, it was in a field of dead daisies. You delicately draped his arms over his chest and you whispered your goodbyes to him. You took a moment to cherish who he was. He was a lonely son of a construction worker and an accountant. His bother died two years ago after being infected. He had been in pain for a long time, but he had a good heart, and he strived to stay at your side to help you. You let your tears fall on your hands as you held his for just a few more minutes.

No more than a half-hour later after finding some bandages, you were back in the woods, continuing your journey south. You pulled out the compass that Will had given you, just to be sure. It was close to dusk when you heard the sound of a river running down below. Your stomach grumbled, suddenly feeling very hungry again. You had been out of luck today, finding not even one squirrel or deer. Not even a bird.

You hadn’t eaten since that morning when you and Will had split a couple of spare pumpkin seeds. Your chest tightened at the thought of him again. You felt awful for just leaving him in the field like that. You knew someone would find him soon and take the clothing off his body to keep for their own. But you had no choice. And there was no time for a proper burial, at least not in the middle of a city like that.

You continued your walk more and more, the boots that you had stolen off a girl’s body, squishing in the mood and dirt beneath your feet. You were thankful it hadn’t snowed yet this year. The cold was already unbearable as it was, if there was snow it would only make your journey worst. You couldn’t take it for granted.

You don’t know how much farther you walked since you had no watch. No one had watches anymore. Time didn’t exist anymore. But, it would help in order for you to estimate your location and how far you had left in your journey. You were guessing, realistically, it had been about an hour, judging by how much darker the sky now was.

You knew you needed to find a corner to settle in and build a fire. You needed a place to sleep for the night. Food would have to wait until tomorrow, you would go to sleep hungry again.

You take a deep breath and rest your hand on a large tree. You were extremely fatigued, in desperate need of water. You had been dehydrated for a while. You knew your canteen was running low so you had to savor as much as you could.

You took necessary sips here and there.

You drift your eyes over the horizon and through the broken branches until your gaze lands of a patch of grass that looked decent enough for a rest stop. You would lay your dirty rag you call a blanket there and get some rest.

You slowly started your walk, tucking your canteen back into your bag.

You heard owls in the sky around you and you grew worried as you began to realize that with Will now gone you were truly alone. There was no way you could avenge your parents alone. You couldn’t go into The Capitol alone.

You had no chance.

Your hands grew clammy and you started feeling worried sick, your mind now in overdrive.

You were screwed. You were all alone and screwed and there was no chance in hell you were going to come out of this alive. Suddenly, you find yourself angry at Will. Angry for lying to you and saying that everything would be okay.

How could he say that? How could he lie to make you believe it was true? You wouldn’t be capable of doing this alone? Even the Avengers couldn’t do this, even the Earth’s mightiest heroes could not win against Hydra, yet here you were trying to overthrow an entire city filled with them?

You remember the people talking about how their compound had been bombed and destroyed. They didn’t have a home anymore. They had three missions where they tried to overthrow it and failed miserably. It pained you to see that your parents hope for the future had become a living hell of blood and war. How could Will have so much faith in you? You remember the feel of his limp body in your arms and your sadness is unbearable.

More tears found your eyes and you rubbed your wet nose over the back of your sleeve. Something heavy caught the tip of your boot, and with a shriek you found yourself tumbling down and down.

Then, everything went dark.

[straybreeze]

GX MONTH - Day 7: "Ojama Delta Thunder"

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That’s right! You know what today is! Today we celebrate The Chazz, the one and only Manjoume Thunder! Give sparky boi a hug!

Apocalyptic AU, where Manjoume, feeling left behind, joins another clan in the hope of a better life. Soon he becomes the chief of this clan, then sets off to face his old rival (?).

Word count: 1354

Pairing: Rivalshipping

Title: Echoing Thunder

The world was on fire. So, so long on fire that Manjoume almost forgot how the blue sky looked like once when it wasn’t covered in ashes and smoke yet. Now he couldn’t recall anymore how nice was the golden sun touching his skin, nor the birds chirping amidst the green woods.

They had all gone along with almost everyone he had ever known. In the last three years the younger survivors, who were able to duel, gathered into clans to make an alliance and save their weaker or older fellows. If you won a duel against members of other clans, you could get their supplies. That was how this world worked in the past years, but Manjoume got used to it pretty fast. The stronger you were, the more chance you had for staying alive.

His clan was called “Academia” and it was far from the main continent. It was on an island, in the middle of the wild ocean. Since the sky had fallen upon them, sailing on the open water wasn’t a piece of cake anymore. Ferocious storms were now a constant thing, and the waves so enormous that not too many ships could handle them.

And yet, Manjoume was ready to embark. His family had always been considered wealthy, even after the destruction of their civilization, so getting a ship that was able to cope with the terrible weather and the killer waves wasn’t so hard for him.

He had to get out of Academia’s island. He had to leave this place, no matter what.

Manjoume felt like he didn’t belong there anymore. His friends... hell, were they even his friends? Anyhow, they didn’t care about him. So why should he have to stay with them?

Everyone should have known that he was the best among them. He was the best duelist, who always brought home the biggest loot. He was the one who faced the strongest enemies without a single sparkle of fear, the one who could easily deserve the chief title, simply because there would be no Academia without his family’s funds. Maybe money was worthless now, but Manjoume thought he had other virtues that made him better than anyone in the clan.

And that was when Judai and his friends came.

Judai was an other passionate, enthusiastic duelist, almost as good as him. He was always in the mood for a duel, and regardless the circumstances, he always found a way to have fun and make everyone smile around him. To make them believe in a better future.

That made him so damn annoying for Manjoume and so, so hopelessly charming at the same time.

So when he was defeated against Judai and one of his friends, Misawa too in a “friendly” duel, everyone turned their back against him. Manjoume then realized, there was no reason for him to stay there any longer.

Heavy storm was his company all along the way to the Northern clan. Telling the truth, it was called North Academia, but Manjoume refused to refer to it like that. His Academia was far away in the South and it was his enemy now. He came to the North to start over everything.

The climate was colder than he expected, even if the everlasting flames melted the ice on the lands. But the sky was the same dark grey as anywhere else.

Unfortunately, his family boat finally gave in to the storm on the last hundred meters and Manjoume found himself in the frosty water of the Northern Sea. Somehow, he managed to swim out to the cold and dark shore, before the cold got the best of him, and lost his consciousness.

*

He wasn’t sure what happened after this, but when he opened his eyes, he was far from the shore. Far from anything he had ever known.

Getting into the Northern clan wasn’t that hard as he expected. He just had to trick the guy outside the gate – who happened to be headmaster of this place – and he was already inside. The place was nothing like the Academia: golden walls surrounded him, but there were small wooden houses everywhere, just like in the western movies.

Movies... He couldn’t even remember the times he could watch movies at all. Everything that happened so fast, even if the warning signs were there for a long time.

But this wasn’t the time to mourn the past. No, it was the time to prove once again that he is the best, and he could accomplish anything he wanted. He could take the advantage of knowing the cruel world outside the golden walls, he could show them what the Manjoume name was meant. Fuck the apocalypse, fuck the flame storm, because he is Thunder itself.

He would have even fought against his former comrades to prove his worth. For Manjoume, it wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about his pride. And he would have become the very chief of this enemy clan of the Academia if that was what it needed to demonstrate his power. And that was exactly what he did.

Without him even realizing it, he managed to defeat every single member of the Northern clan, and according to their laws, as the ultimate winner, he became the reigning chief.

As he was standing in the ring of his new comrades, amidst the chanting of the name Thunder, for the first time in his life, Manjoume felt satisfaction.

Only one thing was missing.

Him.

*

After some time came to pass, Manjoume drove his clan into glory. They became the most fearsome duelists in the north, nobody dared to challenge them. And as their wealth thrived, his people wanted more and more.

“What’s is our next object, Chief?” they asked. “Are we gonna conquer the South, too?”

“Hmm, maybe. But I have other plans in mind, too.”

In fact, his target was clearly the Academia. And Judai. For the ultimate victory, to fulfill his goal and everything he had left the Academy for, he had to do one more thing. He had to face him once more.

Getting another massive ship didn’t prove to be as hard as standing on the ash covered ground of the Academia’s island once again and looking into the deep brown eyes after so many months. But there they were, and Manjoume was ready to defeat Judai once and for all.

It could be an easy win, yet he wasn’t able to make it. Manjoume wasn’t able to overcome him, and he was lost to Judai once again.

“I can’t believe it! After everything I’ve done, how could I have lost again... This can’t be happening!” he murmured, kneeling on the floor. He didn’t have the guts to look up to his clan members, nor face the truth, that their Thunderwas destroyed. Judai must be laughing at him.

But no, Judai didn’t laugh. Instead, he stood in front of him and offered his hand to Manjoume.

“That was the greatest duel I’ve ever had,” he admitted and a light smile crossed his lips. Manjoume couldn’t help but accept his hand. “Manjoume, you truly are the best!”

“And what should I do with it? I came here for your supplies not for your compliments,” he grumbled. “The whole thing was pointless after all.”

“Or maybe not.”

As he looked at him, the sparkles of the brown eyes revealed there was something on Judai’s mind. And suddenly he understood too.

After all, it was Manjoume who had the honor to do that. He once again stood in front of his new and old comrades and solemnly united them together. With Judai by his side, surviving in this world seemed easier than ever.

A pompous smile settled on his lips as he heard the echoing chants of the crowd.

“Thunder! Thunder! Manjoume Thunder!”

But for some reason, despite the scorched lands, the cold still hadn’t ceased. It was still so, so freezingly cold and Manjoume knew in his heart, that no matter how high was he aiming, the world around him is going to remain as cruel as it was before.

[kweebtrash]

Pay Attention, Dumbass

Pairing: Demon!Jaehyun x OC

Genre: Smut/ Comedy?? Maybe?

Features: demonic fingering

Summary: two idiot roommates accidentally summon two ancient demons. Forced into a contract, they only had two choices; die or make a deal with the devil. The most logical answer was to make them their boyfriends of course (this is lowkey a bad slice of life hentai, i swear). The demons know nothing about the human world and have to deal with “lessons” from their human girlfriends.

A/N: This used to be on my Kofi which im closing down and just putting everything up on here. This isnt continuing.

Masterlist  Johnny Version Here

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"You haven't moved in hours. Don't you do anything else?"

I dug into the chip bag that laid on my desk and grabbed a handful to shove into my mouth. "Of course i do," I said through the mush of chips. "I went to the bathroom."

Jae sighed. "Not what i meant. Do you ever leave your room?"

I shrugged and downed some of my soda. "Yeah. I go to work sometimes."

"Where do you even work at?"

"A bar." I went back to clicking through attacks and swerving around opponents. "Guys, come on, come on, come on!" I said into the headphone and mic set i had on. "Someone head towards the point! At least start trying to take it over!"

"A bar?" He asked, confused. "What is that?"

"Its uh..." I drifted off as i propelled myself forward and released my ultimate attack, sending my mecha exploding in different directions. I quickly reloaded myself into the machine and continued my rampage of gunshots. "Like uh... drinks. Liquor."

"Libations?"

I snorted at the stupid word. "Yeah, whatever. That."

"And that's the only time you leave?" He continued asking.

"What the fuck is this? Twenty questions?" I grabbed another handful of chips. "On the left! Move out the way!" I grumbled at my friends who were playing online with me.

"I'm just curious since you don't have the capability to rid yourself of the sin of sloth."

I glared over at him as he was reclined back on my bed, arms behind his head, and torso on full display as he refused to wear a shirt (not that i was complaining). "I do things! I just like playing video games more! Sometimes i go to school too!"

"And what proof do you have of this because i never see it."

"My never ending debt and crippling anxiety." One of my online friends asked who i was talking too and i sucked my teeth. "My boyfriend is being annoying." Queue the kissy noises and jokes of the very mature men i gamed with.

"Oh? Im annoying?" Jae grumbled. "Whats really annoying is seeing you rot away while im forced to stay by your side. Hours and hours of boredom and still im trapped in the confines of this ridiculous home with nothing to do."

I set my headset down as the round finished and turned my desk chair towards him. "Are you upset that im not paying attention to you?"

He sat up quickly and scoffed. "Please. What do i need the attention of a human for?"

"You certainly want it when you're horny." I giggled. "Heh...horny...you have horns also so it's...anyway. Are you being a baby because you want attention?"

"I am not an infant. You are infuriating. Of course i had to get stuck with you."

"Oohhh, thats how it is. Yep, definitely being a baby, now with a temper tantrum."

Jae's eyes glowered and his claws dug into my mattress. "There are so many things i want to do to you right now."

"Ooh daddy." I snorted and put my headset back on. "Sounds kinky."

"Which is it? Am i an infant or a father?! I dont understand!"

I sighed and stood up. "Do you want to try playing with me?" I gestured at the now vacant spot of my gaming chair.

Jae stared at me then the seat. "Play that ridiculous thing?"

"Yeah," i shrugged and looked down at my feet. "It's something i like to do and you're my boyfriend sooo...i guess...i mean..." I twiddled with my thumbs as my cheeks began to warm up. "It'd be cool if you tried to like some of the stuff i do."

"Is that what boyfriends do?"

"Y-yeah...sorta. Look do you want to or not?" I huffed in frustration.

He stood up and made his way over, glaring down at me with his humanized yet still terrifying eyes. "Fine. I will try it."

I couldn't help the dorky smile that beamed across my face. "Ok, cool. Sit down."

He placed himself in the seat and i sat on his lap then scooted the chair closer to the desk. I positioned his fingers on the designated keys for offense and defense as well as the computer mouse. "Here, why don't i just guide your fingers the first few rounds so you get the hang of it?"

"Whatever."

The smile started to fade as i covered his hands with mine that seemed to dwarf in comparison. "Put your stupid claws away. You cant game right with your pretty manicure."

He growled like an irritated dog and slid the claws back into his skin. With his back pressed to mine, he ended up resting his chin on my shoulder, watching as i joined a new round. His somewhat chubby cheek felt warm against mine and i willed myself not to kiss it. It wasn't like he was going to respond anyway. He was cold hearted in every sense of the word, even when he fucked it almost seemed like a chore. It still was amazing and i loved every second of it but the distant feelings was strong. Of course it wasn't a great idea to make a demon your damn boyfriend but there was rarely a time where i made a smart decision.

Deciding to suck it up and just concentrate i pressed Jae's fingers down as i helped launch attacks and maneuver us around the screen. "This is nothing but hectic destruction " he commented.

"Yep, pretty much."

"And you enjoy this?"

"Absolutely."

"I am pleased by this." I felt a slight nip at my neck as he purred into my ear. "Very pleased."

"Pleased that i like shooting people and destroying things?"

"Exactly. Its quite...sexy."

"Oh my god. You're a dork!" I snorted. "Its just a damn game, weirdo." I pressed his fingers down harder, not wanting to slow down and ruin my winning streak. "Keep up."

"Well when you're crushing my fingers its hard to do so."

"Just follow me. You dont even have to move them."

"I would like to move them but-"

"Shh, give me a sec. Bastards are on my fucking ass! God i hate when they just gang up on you for no FUCKING REASON!" I screamed at the monitor. "Such dicks. Fuckin' dicks."

"Your mouth is filthy."

"Yeah you said that when it was full of cum too."

"Hm...that was also enjoyable." Another nip to my neck, this time followed by small sucks and kisses. "Continue using your filthy mouth and destroying things. This at least is semi entertaining now."

"Glad you think so. Quit kissing my neck, its distracting."

"Distracting?! You enjoy that! You said it this morning. Specifically 'Jae'," He faked a slightly high pitched moan. "'Keep kissing my neck, oh god'."

I flushed with embarrassment and rammed my elbow into his chest. "I already have to deal with dicks online i dont need go deal with you too."

"I suppose you wouldn't want to deal with this then?"

I felt him press his hips against my ass. The grey sweatpants he had on left nothing to the imagination and i swallowed hard as my concentration wavered. "S-stop." I whimpered.

"I dont think i will." One hand left the mouse and pressed against my stomach to keep me in place. "Support that. I will control these buttons."

I pressed my lips together and simply nodded. How he had the grace to continue slight grinds against me i didn't know but i was responding to them eagerly. I arched my back and wiggled my ass every time he rolled forward, creating a sinful friction between us. My eyes drifted from the screen momentarily to see that his fingers were working perfectly over the keys as if he had played for years. "You're...actually winning."

"What? As if its hard?" He tsked. "Humans have simple minds and-WHY IS THIS MAN PUNCHING ME FROM THE SKY?"

I froze our sensual movements to cackle loudly. "That's just Doomfist. He's so OP and stupid."

"OP?"

"Overpowered, meaning there's no reason for him to even be here."

"Im going to destroy him completely until he can never return."

"They all respawn, Jae. That's how the game continues."

"Not if I can help it. I want that mongrel dead. Get that clicky thing ready. I'm aiming to destroy."

"You think I'm sexy when I want to kill things but I think you're cute, you know that?" I turned towards him to press a kiss to his cheek yet my lips connected with his when he moved.

"I am not cute....but you are...or whatever." I wondered if that tint on his cheeks was real or just my imagination.

I smiled to myself anyway, pleased with his compliment and his valiant effort to enjoy the same things I did. He was truly acting like a boyfriend-one that felt genuine even if he crawled up from hell. Just before, he was complaining about how never moved but we stayed like this for a couple more hours, even sharing snacks and competing with my online friends. There came a point in the night, though, when searching for a server with an open game slowed tremendously. Minutes ticked by and still nothing. Jae's drumming of his fingers against the wooden desk in impatience was starting to drive me crazy. "Doing that isn't going to make it go faster, you know."

"This is about as interesting as watching you play on that small screen."

"We've gone over this. Its a phone, a cell phone, a portable phone."

"Yes, yes. That stupid thing with all the colors. Its like this stupid thing." He pointed at the computer screen. "Only smaller."

"You seem to enjoy the big stupid thing judging by how many kill streaks you got."

His lips tweaked into a smirk. "That's because im an expert killer. None of them deserved to live."

"You did get my rank up and some loot boxes so i guess i should thank you."

"Yes, bask in my glory and show me how grateful you are." His hand that had remained around my waist for most of our play time started creeping its way to my thighs.

"Are you wanting me to show you how grateful i am or are you trying to show me how desperate you are?" I snickered.

"I am not desperate. Since the stupid game is not cooperating im just trying to inject some extra curricular activities."

"Such as?"

He set his head on my shoulder again and i felt his fangs dig in deeper into my neck, making me let out a drawn out whine. "J-jae!"

He chuckled from deep within his throat as i felt his tongue trail from the column of my neck up to my earlobe. "Such as...watching you squirm when i add the slightest of pressure," Two of his fingers slid between the junction of my thighs and pressed firmly against the center of my shorts. "Here."

The tips of his fingers began gliding against the fabric, the soft cotton adding the smallest amount of friction against my clit. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as my leg began to bounce. I wanted to wait for a new game, my win streak was too precious to me but Jae was something else. Trying not to make it too obvious i adjusted myself on his lap, spreading my legs a little wider. His fingers garnered more room but he didnt move them under the fabric. Instead he kept torturing me with slow movements, occasionally pushing into the most sensitive areas. "Who's enjoying the attention now?" He teased.

Suddenly a little ping from my computer signaled that a game had finally been found. My attention quickly shifted and i put my headset back on and got into position. Jae reeled back in confusion. "Are you really going to continue to play?"

"Well...yeah. I mean it took forever to get into this game. I dont wanna lose it."

"Hey, can you be healer?" I heard my friend say into my ear piece.

"Fuck you! Im not going to be healer! You be healer, you twat waffle!"

Jae let out a heavy and annoyed sigh. I almost felt bad until i was lagging behind everyone else. I had to-

I felt his finger finally move beneath my shorts and press into my hole gently. I had to admit that he had already gotten me worked up enough to provide him with some lubrication and he slid in easily. "C-cut it out." I stammered.

"Oh no, dont mind me. Your game is more important. Keep going."

"I just mean-ah-ahh!" I tried to snap my mouth shut before my moan slipped out for fear of my friends hearing but it was too late. Jae had moved the seat of my shorts aside and pumped his finger faster, occasionally curling it an inch or two from my entrance. I covered the mic part of the headset and glared back at him. "If you dont s-stop-"

I snapped my thighs shut as he added another finger, the 'come here' motions growing stronger. Immediately, he landed a harsh tap to my outer thigh, a small growl floating in the tense air around us. "I said keep going."

"Well i would if you just-HEY! MOTHERFUCKER! I LIKED THESE SHORTS!" I looked down at the center of my shorts that had now been torn open because of his reappearing claws. "What's wrong with you?!"

Without a word he grabbed onto my ankles and set my legs up on the desk, keeping them spread. The clawed hand snaked its way to my throat and with the slightest pressure i could feel them digging in. It wasn't enough to hurt but certainly enough to make my entire body shudder with electricity. "I-i cant reach the keyboard." I whispered.

He scooted the chair closer to the desk, making my legs almost rest on it fully. "Wheres that tappy thing you have?"

"Tappy thing?"

"Where you move the sticks."

"You mean a controller?"

"You can plug it in right?" He questioned as his thrusting resumed which made my mind mush in a second.

"U-uh yeah-um its uh...d-draw-drawer!"

He let my throat go and allowed me to reach into my desk drawer and grab my gaming controller. I plugged it into my computer's usb port as my friends argued about me not pulling my weight and being static. I lied about my game lagging and shifted the mic up so i sounded muffled and they wouldn't be able to hear how much if a slut Jae made me. "There. Now you can play. Keep up that win streak. Have to get the gold and boxes, right? Have to play with your friends and ignore me, right?" He nipped at my ear as his fingers slipped out of me to rub circles against my clit. "Have to beg me to let you cum, right?

"P-please dont make me do that!"

"See? You're begging already. What a good girl you are."

My entire body tensed at those two words and i let my controller go for a moment to grab his hand and press his fingers back into me. "Keep going. I want you to keep going."

"I could but i dont have to. Maybe i can use the tappy thingy instead. More people I can kill." He jerked his fingers away and pushed them against my lips. "Clean these off for me. Dont want to get it dirty, do i?"

"Jaaaeeeee," i whined and leaned in for a kiss but he turned his head away.

"Clean. Them."

Reluctantly, i swallowed his fingers down, lapping between and tasting myself. He tested my gag reflex by moving them to the back of my throat but pulling away when it became to much. It was nothing but entertainment for him, a game of cat and mouse that made me feel doomed. "You know you love being inside me." I panted as my mouth was now freed. "I can ride-"

"Oh, how unfortunate. You died. Now we have to wait to return. You're too distracted, Ivy. A shame, truly."

I didn't care anymore. In the few seconds i had between my respawning i stood up and turned towards him, pulling his sweatpants down to stay around his knees. He had no qualms about his erection. I had felt it, of course, but it was like he paid it no mind, like it wasn't an inconvenience and he enjoyed teasing me instead. Was it another way to give me a taste of my own medicine? What a bastard! "Come here." I tried to sound as sultry as possible but he just laughed and took the controller from me.

"Lets see if i can figure this out now." Jae looked at the buttons and pressed at a few before moving the joy sticks to test them out. "Strange but i believe I can-"

It was my turn to cut him off. I lifted his head and focused on his eyes, angered by the smirk still on his lips. "Fuck me."

"Nope."

That wasn't the answer i wanted.

He craned his head to the side to look at the monitor. "Can you move? Im trying to play here."

"Shut up! You didn't even care about playing before!" I pouted as my cheeks flushed both in annoyance and embarrassment. I sat back on his lap anyway, chest to chest, and guided him inside me. Not a sound from him or even a look. He was focused on fighting now which made me want to punch him but i figured if i fucked myself on him long enough i could break his resolve. I gripped onto the back of the chair and started working up and down his length, adding kisses to his neck in between whimpers. "Jae...come on..."

"Ooh, double kill."

"I swear to god! If you dont-"

"No god, just demons."

"Yeah, you're acting like a demon. A demon asshole who wont even pay attention to his girlfriend! I cant believe you're doing this!"

He finally looked at me, dead in the eyes and it made me nervous. "It doesn't feel good, does it?"

Ok, ok. So i had learned my lesson. It was a two way street and maayybeee i wasn't being the best partner but i never figured he wanted anything from me. He never expressed a lot if affection or wonderment at what i did throughout my day. How was i supposed to know? I guess with his lack of knowledge about human things he truly had nothing to do unless i was guiding him. Fuck, now i really felt bad. What a buzzkill. "Im sorry...i understand how you feel now. I didn't think you cared. I know were just together because of the contract. I thought you still hated humans and didn't want to exist beside them."

"I do hate humans but you're my human now. Unfortunately, i have to rely on you and its maddening to be stuck here. In hell i did hundreds of things. I had a job. I had meetings with other demons. I planned wars, participated in real battles, created weapons. I was someone. Here, im nothing but a prisoner."

"Nonono! Please dont feel like that...i dont want to make you feel like that. Please..." I felt my eyes watering and i quickly buried my face in the crook of his neck. He sighed and tossed the controller on the table and shut my laptop. He kicked off the rest of his pants and with ease picked me up and led me to the bed.

"Dont ever speak of this. Not to Johnny, not to Xan. No one, understand?"

I nodded quickly as my back hit the mattress and he stayed above me. "You will do what i say just as much as im forced to do as you say. Love me unconditionally. Break me free from this world and show me why i shouldn't kill everyone in it."

I swallowed hard and nodded again. "I promise. I promise you everything."

"Good. Secondly...i would like to do battle against you in those games."

I couldn't help the giggle i let out. I didn't expect him to say something like that after being so serious. "Oh? You think you can beat me?"

"Im a strategist and a warrior. Of course i can."

"Oh, ok. You play a few rounds of Overwatch and suddenly you're the master. Just dont say anything when i kick your ass, bitch."

He chuckled deeply and snapped his hips without warning. He had still remained inside me and the sudden movement made me cry out loud. "Bring it on then. We'll see who's the better warrior here. Now," his eyes shifted into pure darkness and his fangs glistened with temptation. "Lets see how fast you can give in."

[emrysaf]

A-Z Affection Prompts

Spike - V (Vows)

Here it is Anon! Hope you and whoever else reads it, likes it!!! Like I replied to your ask, this RAN away with me. So, it is LONG. Sorry?? - EmrysA

“Vows are powerful things," he said. "They set things in motion.”

― John C. Wright, Orphans of Chaos

You knew you weren’t the first mortal that had been wooed by a demon of the night. Whether that be by an actual demon, a vampire or any and all things in between. You knew most mortals that had been on the receiving end of said wooing were very, very dead now. You also knew the type of mortal this specific, bleach-blond vampire had claimed to love before.

And if anything, you were nothing like the infamous slayer; Buffy Summers.

William “The Bloody”, aka Spike, and yourself had been dancing around each other for years. Due to your innate ‘fight’ response when confronted with a flight or fight situation, Buffy had saved you some time ago and as luck would have it you became a part of the Scooby Gang. 

However, in high school, you had been a few grades below them all and still felt like more on an outsider in the group. This would lead you to sitting just outside the group or a step back from them on “missions” which Spike picked up on.

--“Us outsiders have to stick together,” he said one day after he yanked you by the collar of your sweater to avoid getting your face scratched off by a demon.--

There had always been a sense of comaraderie; a closeness. But you could see, despite the closeness and your budding feelings, that the undead, brain-chipped man only had eyes for the gorgeous slayer. And who wouldn’t? So, you tucked it away and told yourself it was a teenage crush.

Then there was Glory and Buffy sacrificed herself.

Eventually Willow brought her back, but she was. . . Different. This Buffy seemed to, maybe, feel the same for Spike that he had been feeling for her. 

When that song and dance demon came you were more than happy that everyone else seemed to be paired off. No chance for a song to force it’s truth out of you. But before he was officially gone, you had seen them. Together. 

You broke that little bit more. No, not break. Your heart was torn that bit more.

As an outsider, without a love or a love to recover from like Xander, you could see what was happening. Like looking inside while being locked out.

Willow was losing her grip. Things had been strained before the song and dance of truth and death. Then they reached a peak.

But eventually Tara would forgive her. You just knew that look of love, despite everything they do to hurt you; intentionally or not. Like when they sleep with someone to get over someone else, and then everyone is hurt.

Absolute shit hit the fan when Warren did the unthinkable. Attempted, and almost succeeded in killing Buffy. Murdering Tara.

The Willow you know is gone. Spike was gone. Something had happened, but no one was talking.

Then, in what felt like a snap, everyone was back. But different. And the apocalypse was nigh again. Yay.

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Now, with his soul back, Spike was picking up your dance like nothing had happened over the years. Like your heart was bright, and shiny and new. No one had bothered to look outside the house at you. You who had also changed and grown in ways similar and so very different from them. Always there. Dependable.

Enough.

“Spike, what are you doing?” you mumbled in an exasperated tone. “We have stuff to do. All those teeny-boppers in there need places to sleep with pillows and blankets. We aren’t in this store to fuck around.”

While you pushed a cart through the looted store to get things to return to the Summers’ house, he was messing with a small radio in the corner. Fiddling with the knobs even though you both knew there was no station anymore.

“Trying to find some bloody music, love.” Then he seemingly gave up and let his eyes rove around. “Aha!”

His small smile was disarming as he took quick strides in your direction to reach past your face to grab a small package off a shelf. He brought it up to face you while he scanned the back. A CD. 

You were going to fucking stake him. Here and now.

Quickly, he was back at the radio and starting the CD with a light hum. Rolling your eyes you turned on your heel to continue searching the store for anything everyone would need. Your mission was aborted as a larger hand grabbed your wrist firmly and tugged you back to Spike as the first bars of Bon Jovi’s ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ started filtering through the speakers.

“Seriously William,” you intoned incredulously.

“What?” he asked with both dark eyebrows raised up to his hairline.

“That’s really enough.” You were now more upset over your aching heart than his refusal to help you search the store, as you had been a few minutes ago. And, unfortunately, you were an angry crier so you were trying to move away so as not to be caught.

But nothing really goes your way in these situations does it?

Spike had gripped both of your shoulders as you were turned back to face him, but that didn’t mean you had to look at him. You tensed up to seem more angrily-distant than you were, and prayed to whatever deity that this would be over soon.

“Okay Poppet, that’s it,” he began. “What is going on? We always find a way to have a bit of fun in the bleak. Remember? ‘Us outsiders have to stick together.’? But you’ve been avoiding me for a bit now, and just now you were angry. Bitterly angry.” 

Silence.

Another sigh from him, “It’s been like this since I came back. I know I did some things, and I have to earn forgiveness. But that’s why I got my soul? I thought you- I thought having a soul would-”

“Would what? Impress Buffy? Yeah, we all know that.” you cried out as the dam you had built completely shattered. Tear-filled eyes locked onto his, “‘Outsiders stick together’?? You left me. I was fine how things were. You loved her. You PICKED her. But at least I had you on the outside with me. Then you just left us. Me. And now you want to do this thing? Playing around on an important mission? Grabbing at me? Trying to dance to cliche rock songs? Making me- Feel. So. Much. Like it’s a game. . .”

Sobs were wracking you, and despite all you had said your body craved his for comfort. And he didn’t fail to tug you into his arms; clinging to you like you had said you were the one leaving.

“You’re right,” he muttered and you could feel the vibrations in his chest, the breath on your hair and his slight shaking as he teetered between gripping too tight and knowing his strength. “I did pick her.” 

You went to break free, but he just twined his arms a little tighter while one hand came up to cup the back of your head. “I picked her because she was unattainable, at first. The one I wanted, they were too good for me. They could escape this all if they just decided to walk away. I wasn’t going to be their chain to the horrors of the night. Then. . . Then Buffy was broken. Not quite human or whole. Like me, and I dove into it because the one I loved was tempting and pulling. But love isn’t about what’s best for you. It’s about them.”

Your sobs had died down to shaking breaths as you let yourself relax a bit. But not daring to hope.

“I’ve done terrible things. I didn’t want to be the terrible thing that happened to them. Then I made mistake after mistake to claw my way out of my infatuation. Something she, Buffy, said made me think. I could be a better man. And if I was, then- Then I may be a step closer to deserving the one I love. Getting this soul broke my mind a bit, but I found my way back. I thought I could do this right. Right by them. Start with the friendship we always had.”

“Them. . .”

“You. Always you. Even when loving you broke my heart.”

Now you shoved off his chest a bit and he let you. Hoping this was the thing that would mark your turning point. Knowing, one way or another, things would never be the same.

“I don’t think hearts break Spike,” The breathy words left you of their own volition. All your love, heartache and pain over the years coming to the surface. “Shattered things can only be broken once. But torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching.” A pause to catch your breath. “How can I know? I’m not like them. Any of them, let alone a remarkable, strong, beautiful slayer like Buffy. And now? Of all times, this is when this happens. Of course. The fucking apocalypse is practically here and-”

Truth be told, he had barely heard anything after you spoke of your torn heart. The love, and pain from that love, bleeding through to his own heart and soul. And now you were rambling. His thoughts were simultaneously racing and non-existent as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

Your words and breath were caught in your throat, eyes wide. But as his mouth pressed more insistently against your own all thoughts fled your brain. Your hands lifted to feather through the hair at the nape of his neck, and he groaned as his hand cupped your head again to pull you closer. 

Your lungs cried for relief and you slowly pulled away as he rested his forehead against yours.

Both of your eyes were closed as he spoke up, “I promise- No. I vow to never let your heart be torn again. To never leave you outside looking in alone. To always be there, in arms reach when you need me, love.” He took a deep breath as both of your eyes opened and locked onto one another’s again. Faintly thinking back to your rambles he went on, “You will always know. Know I love you. Cherish you. See only you. Choose you. And if this is the end. Of the world or just of our lives; I will find you. Time and time again. I vow to love you in this life and all the others we may have. I vow that I am yours. If you will be mine?”

A tear slid down his face, but his eyes only held truth.

“I always have been,” you said as you looked into your future. Your forever and always.