#I like how I did those nasty teeth ;w;

[ivi-ivisek]

Here's not so friendly room mate spider Moon :3c

Moon may be a cute jumping spider but he's also a predator

very dangerous predator you don't want to mess with...

[vngelicc]

s e v e n

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : baby daddy au

t a g s : sleazy!jk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, messy sex, half assed blowjob, rough sex, possessive!jk, he’s a jealous mess, he’s also like a lost puppy following you around, pervy!jk, dirty talk, light degradation, jk literally wants you all the time, oc is mean n cunty, but she’s also weak when it comes to him, me thinks he’s toxic, toxic!jk tag to be safe (for now LMAO), hyunjin gets put in his place three times LMAO, sex tapes, THIS IS NASTY Y’ALL

w o r d c o u n t : 5.5 k

s u m m a r y : “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

“Jungkook,” you sigh deeply, “I’m not kidding you can’t miss this, it’s his special day and he wants his dad there too,” You grit your teeth while digging through the pantry with your phone balanced on your shoulder, “No! I already told you what he wants to do afterwards we’re not just going to cancel those plans because you wanna show off when you feel like it. He’s six!”

You’re already irritated and Jungkook clearly wasn’t making things any better with his nonchalant attitude and condescending words/tone. “Jungkook–you’re not listening–”

“Baby I heard ya loud and clear, stop stressin’ that pretty little head of yours. Sounds like you’re about to pop a nerve or something,” Jungkook replies with that stupid laugh of his, “I mean I know a couple things that can help you relax.”

You close your eyes and count to three under your breath tilting your head back and pinching the bridge of your nose. “...Tell me to calm down one more time and see what happens Jeon Jungkook,” you go to say more but he cuts you off.

“I didn’t tell you to calm down, I said to stop stressing.”

“........” Oh this man had you mad already, and he wasn’t even here yet. You ignore his voice and shakily set down the bag of bread you had pulled from the pantry. This man was so fucking dead when he got here.

“Ow–! Baby what the hell?” Jungkook yelps as soon as he walks through the door, he’s holding his arms up to block the stuff you throw at him (and they’re not soft either). “Did I do something?” He whines.

You glare fiercely back at him, “Did you do something? Don’t act smart with me Jungkook, you know damn well what you’re doing. Stop acting stupid because you look stupid.” You hurl your son’s toy ball at him and perfectly strike his head, “Today is not the day you hear me, Jiho’s been looking forward to his recital and you’re not going to ruin it by being a deadbeat.” You seethe.

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Baby all I said was to quit stressin’,” he walks over carefully in case you planned on throwing something else, “you know I’d never make my baby mad on purpose.” He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you to his chest, “Is this a new dress? Looks sexy.” He teases as he sneaks his hand down to your ass and squeezes it through the dress.

“Don’t change the subject,” you shake his hand away and stare up at him, “and how do you keep coming in here? Nevermind that, stop coming in like you live here.” You grunted.

“I found the key under the doormat, you should really hide it somewhere else.” Jungkook grins as he tries to kiss you but he misses and ends up kissing up on the side of your face, “ “Don’t be like that babe.” He pouts.

You grumble once more and relax into his arms, “Swear to me you’re not going to mess this up for Jiho.” You grab his face and direct it towards you, “Swear it.” You stare into his eyes with a pleading look.

Jungkook nods, “I swear.” He gently squeezes you, “I only want the best for Jiho too, he’s my son after all.” You stare at him, as if you’re trying to find any hints of deceivement but you find none in his eyes, in fact he looks sincere for once.

“Okay..” You softly reply and let his face go, “I believe you.”

He does that stupid (but charming) thing where he smiles coyly, borderline smirking, as he stares down at you with those playful eyes of his. “Now what do you say we relax a little yeah? You’re looking a little too fine for me to let it go to waste baby..” He gently runs his hands up and down your sides, slithering their way back to your ass like he had them before.

You laugh in disbelief, “You’re ridiculous, I can’t believe you.” You shake your head as Jungkook leans down to bury his nose in the side of your neck, “Fine.”

Jungkook grins triumphantly as he spins you around in the direction of the hallway where the bedroom lies. “Lead the way lil’ mama.” Jungkook murmurs in a low tone, eyes dropping down to admire your pretty ass. You take his hand and lead the way, biting back small laughs of amusement as he encircles his arms around you from behind and kisses on your neck.

You stumble into the room and let the straps of your sundress slip off your shoulders but he stops you, “No, wanna fuck you in it baby.” He whispers in your ear as he guides you on to the bed, “Damn, you look so fuckin’ fine walkin’ around like this. If only they knew how I make you mine every night baby.” He stands at the edge of the bed, hands slowly undoing his belt buckle and jeans. His Calvin Klein boxers peek out from underneath in all their glory making your mouth water a tiny bit.

“And if I said this dress wasn’t for you? I mean, you fuck me every night but do you know who comes when you’re not here?” You lick your lips with a smirk, “You have no clue what happens when you’re gone.” Jungkook’s eyes darken at that, the way he looks at you is enough to have you creaming your panties.

“Oh yeah? Like who mama? Go on and tell me,” He climbs on the bed and flips your dress up, “does he make you cum like I do? Has you shaking n creamin’ this slutty pussy all over his cock?” He yanks your panties down your legs and tosses the ruined item on to the ground below, “Let me tell you something,” he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, “he may be here when I’m gone but you always come back for this dick baby.”

You bite back your moan from the utter filth he just spewed at you, your poor pussy’s throbbing from all this and you desperately need his tongue or something on you. “Jungkook,” you quietly groan, “if you’re gonna fuck around then let go.” You glare.

“Patience, wanna savor my baby’s sweet lil’ pussy.” He hungrily licks his lips, “You got a man starved sweetheart,” he goes down between your legs, “I’ll make sure you forget all about your..friend.” He shoots a wink at you before he disappears under your dress.

Jungkook’s hot breath fans over your poor cunt and it tickles your clit and sends a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Luckily he doesn’t disappoint and his tongue dips low between your dewy soft folds, licking upwards until he circles your clit. A long sigh slips past your lips, you slide your hands into his hair and grip the curly strands as a means to hold on, “Oh fuck..” You whisper.

Jungkook hums against your pussy and buries himself nose deep while he licks and sucks at your slicked up hole. His nose brushes past your clit, bumping it gently and causing tiny little jolts of pleasure. “Mm..” You spread your thighs wider to make more room for him. You can feel his tongue prod at your sopping hole, dipping in teasingly but not quite slipping in just yet.

He curls his hands around your thighs and groans low, you can see his hips rock up into the bed as he grinds his hard cock over the sheets. The sight sends shivers down your spine as you push your pussy up into his mouth, “Kook,” you bite your lip, “need more..”

Jungkook makes some obscene slurping noises before he pulls away, panting slightly before he dives back in, only this time he aims for your sensitive clit. He wraps his lips around the bud and suckles, moaning so the vibrations travel. A shocked moan leaves you, your eyes slip shut and you roll your hips like you’re trying to fuck your pussy into his mouth some more.

His fingers trail down to push into your sloppy cunt, a low lewd squelching noise audible in the background as he fucks his fingers in and out of you steadily. Your toes curl and you hike your legs up over his shoulders. Jungkook doesn’t take it easy on your poor cunt opting to fuck his fingers in at a fast pace. He swirls his tongue around your clit and flicks it repeatedly until he has you squirming from the rapid pleasure building.

“Kook,” you moan, “fuck–hold on,” you try to push his head away but he tightens his grip on you and moves his fingers faster at godspeed. “Jungkook,” you moaned loudly and arch your back.

He pulls away from your cunt and pants heavily, “Go on, cum for me.” He licks his lips, “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He smirks with hazy eyes, emerging from under your dress but keeping up that rapid pace.

Your lips form a small ‘o’ and your pussy flutters around his fingers, “Oh fuck..!” You cry out and reach for the sheets, grabbing and twisting at them as you thrash around. “Mmm..! Mm,” you throw your head back and gasp as your orgasm finally hits hard.

“There you go baby, that’s it.” He leans down to capture your lips in a smooth and slow kiss, “Did so good for me.” He purrs against your lips watching as you tiredly moaned and slumped against the bed, “C’mere mama,” he helped you sit up, “need your mouth on my cock.” He shoves his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out.

It slaps against his stomach with a lewd noise, making you bite your lip in desire. “Get it wet for me,” Jungkook strokes his cock with a low sigh as he slaps the tip against your lips repeatedly, “c’mon sweetheart.” He guides your head forward towards his cock with a hitched breath.

You part your lips and wrap them around the weeping tip hearing him curse under his breath. His hand tangles in your hair and bites down on his lip, “There you go baby, look so fuckin’ sexy with my cock in your mouth.” He guides your head back and forth, hissing quietly when you gently scrape your teeth around the shaft.

Jungkook moans low when your tongue runs over a sensitive vein along his cock. You give him a harsh suck slowly pulling off his cock with a wet pop, it slaps against your lips and you smirk up at him, “Like that?”

“Just like that.” He repeats and gently pushes you back, “Open ‘em.” He pats your thighs, “We got an hour left before we gotta go.” He murmurs, “and I don’t plan on letting you walk outta here without a fuckin’.” He’s so vulgar it literally annoys you how much it turns you on when he talks like that about you.

You bite your lip and hoist your legs around his waist, reaching down to replace his hand on his cock as you press the bulbous head against your pussy, rubbing up and down while smearing your slick around. Jungkook watches you with hooded eyes as he holds himself up over you, “Go on baby, slip me right in your little pussy.”

His cock throbs in your hand and you take pity on him, letting the tip slip right in through the mess he created of you earlier. Your lips part as you guide him inch for inch until he’s bottomed out inside your pussy, balls deep and hips pressed against yours. Jungkook moans quietly and tests the waters by pressing in deeply, he rocks his hips slowly just enjoying the feeling of your soft pussy wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck me,” you sigh out and relax, this is exactly what you were craving for, you never wanted the feeling to end.

“I am baby.” Jungkook grins and pushes up into you once more, “Pussy feels so fuckin’ snug around me, ‘s all soaked for me too, bet you don’t get this wet for anyone else.” He grinds in deeply, hips circling slowly as his cock bumps into your sensitive spots and has you seeing stars for a moment.

You let out a long whimper and shut your eyes, “Oh fuck, right there Kook,” you whisper, “fuck, fuck, fuck me please.” You whine lowly and reach down to shove your dress up higher around your hips, “Need it so bad.”

“Need what baby?” Jungkook leaves tiny kisses down the side of your neck and shoulders, “C’mon, wanna hear you say it. Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours, I know how fuckin’ nasty you can get.” He whispers in your ear, hips grinding in that one spot you oh so love.

You shudder in pleasure and moan uncontrollably, “Mm right there–fuck, oh fuck, harder baby..” You whimper out, eyes shutting and thighs trembling once again. Jungkook thankfully doesn’t stall any longer, he re-adjusts his grip by sliding his hands under your ass and gripping both cheeks before he begins plowing into you.

He drives his cock deeper, his hips slap against your ass with loud smacking noises ringing throughout the bedroom. You lay there moaning unabashedly as he fucks the ever living shit out of you in broad daylight. Jungkook moans and pants softly in your ear, whispering a bunch of utter filth that only makes your pussy squeeze his cock and weep around him.

“You like that don’t you baby. Always been such a little slut for me, ain’t that right? This pussy belongs to me?” He growls in your ear and suddenly pins you to the bed with his hand wrapped around your throat, “You think you can just run off with someone else baby? Oh not afuckin’ chance, because at the end of the day you’ll always come running back to daddy won’t you?” He snaps his hips upward punishingly, striking your g-spot over and over again.

You cry out weakly and wildly buck your hips, the question flies right past you and you almost forget he even said anything from how good it felt. Jungkook doesn’t take too kindly and smacks your cheek a couple of times to get your attention as he asks you the question all over again, “Mmm–yeah,” you breathe out all high and soft, “only yours daddy.”

Jungkook rumbles quietly in satisfaction before he lets you go and sits up on his haunches, he grabs your waist and uses it as leverage, he begins slamming himself in and out of your poor abused cunt. You almost cry from how good it feels, your moans are choked up and some come out as pitiful little whimpers.

“Daddy–” You throw your head back and brace your hand against the sheets. The force of his thrusts is enough to send you shifting up against the mattress, there’s loud creaking noises to accompany the skin slapping skin. It just sounds like filthy fucking at this point.

Jungkook bites his lip and moans under his breath as his eyes lock on your bouncing tits, he digs his fingers into your waist and grips you so tight you know you’re going to bruise. He throws his head back with a long satisfied moan, “Oh fuck,” he rolls his hips quickly, “you’re gonna fucking make me cum baby.” He whispers breathily.

You squeeze around him with purpose, “Cum,” you whine, “inside.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, not at least verbally, he lets out a series of lewd moans and whispers of promises. He smacks his hips into yours and reaches between you two to thumb at your clit, rubbing the bud in tight fast circles. Your orgasm comes as a surprise, feeling like eternity as you sob in pleasure and plead for more.

“Fuck..!” Jungkook groans loud and long. His cock throbs and he slams three more times before pressing himself balls deep as he fills you with his cum. “Shit..” He laughs breathlessly and runs a hand through his messy hair, “That was a good one..” He mutters with a slap to your ass as he collapses next to you.

You pant softly and turn to the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Thirty minutes.” You sigh and roll out of bed, “Get up we’re leaving.” You say while wobbling to the bathroom to freshen the hell up, “I mean it Jungkook don’t you dare make us late.” You call out from the bathroom.

Jungkook hums, “Let a man rest sweetheart, you practically drained my balls.” He replies with a sigh, “Probably made another kid just now.” He smirks to himself as he closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head.

“Seriously sometimes I wonder how old you really are.” You shake your head as you stand in the doorway observing his relaxed form, “And I wonder why I even let you back in either. You’re not useful for anything.”

He cracks one eye open at you and smirks, “Admit it, you love my cock too much to cut me off baby, you can’t deny I don’t rock your entire world. Without me who’s gonna fuck you till you’re seeing stars?” He sits up and ignores the fact that his limp cock lays out in the open coated in slick and cum. “Does my baby need another round?” He opens his arms with a mock pout.

“Get the hell out we’re going to be late you fucking asshole.” You grit your teeth and storm off to find your shoes you were planning on wearing to the recital.

“Ay-ay captain.” Jungkook chuckles.

+

“Mama, mama! Did you see me up there?” Jiho comes running over with pure excitement in his eyes as he hugs your legs and looks up at you with those little doe eyes of his that you oh so love (not so much on the father..).

“Of course baby, you did so good up there my little man is a star.” You coo back and squat down to his level, “A little birdie told me that we should go get some pizza and ice cream at the park. How does that sound to you my love?” You gently cradle his cheek and caress it lovingly.

Jiho’s eyes lighten up at the mention of all those things, but what really breaks your heart is the noise he makes when he finally sees Jungkook behind you. “Daddy you came?!” Jiho runs over to hug him tightly, “Did you see me? Did you see me?” He excitedly jumps.

Jungkook softens and leans down to pick Jiho up with ease, “Course I saw champ you killed it, hell I think you even did better than that Sunhye girl.” He smirks as Jiho giggles uncontrollably, “What’s so funny huh?” He coos tickling his son on the side teasingly.

“Daddy just said a curse word.” Jiho covers his mouth shyly and looks at you. Your heart melts and you reach over to gently squeeze his chubby little cheek.

“Did he now baby? But remember what mommy said? Mommy doesn’t want you to end up like daddy love.” You side eye Jungkook with a nasty little glare before going back to Jiho with a soft smile, “C’mon, daddy said he’s taking you out today.” You kiss his cheek.

Jiho lights up in excitement, “Really daddy?!” He throws his arms around Jungkook’s neck and kicks his legs excitedly, “I can’t wait! I’m going to show you my new car collection daddy, it’s so cool I barely got it last week when mama and I went to the store.” He rambles on and on before he pauses, “You are coming over…right?” He quietly asks.

Jungkook nods, “Of course,” he says immediately, “you know I will champ.” He softly smiles and presses a kiss to his temple, “Daddy will always come over when you want.” This seems to satiate Jiho who goes back to his cheerful little rambles. It shouldn’t hurt you but this time it does, and you hate the bitter feeling it leaves in your mouth.

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The day passes by and night time soon falls, Jiho of course asks Jungkook to put him to bed after hours of playing together. It warms your heart to see Jiho this happy with Jungkook, you wish it stayed like that..

“Hey babe,” Jungkook passes by behind you with a sneaky ass grab as he opens the fridge, “finally put Jiho down, little guy was out like a light.” He chuckles under his breath fondly.

You smile softly, “That’s my favorite part of the day, listening to him talk about the things he did and the new stuff he learns.. I wouldn’t miss it.” You turn the sink off and dry your hands, “Are you staying the night?” You raise a brow.

Jungkook nods, “Eh, I figured why the hell not. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyways.” He says and pops open a beer, “Plus I get to spend the night with my babies.” He winks at you.

You roll your eyes, “Of course.. Don’t you dare make a mess in my kitchen Jungkook.” You warn and walk off to the living room intending to watch some TV before bed. Jungkook trails after you like a lost puppy and you suppress a sigh, “What is it now?”

“Is it a crime to wanna be with you sweetheart? I’m sure you’d love some company right now.” Jungkook huffs and sits next to you on the couch with his arm thrown over your shoulders, “Aw c’mon sweetheart, don’t give me that look. Not after what went down this afternoon.” He buries his face in your shoulder and kisses it gently.

You sink into his arms and shoot him a glare, “Only reason I don’t kick you out is because Jiho’s gonna want to see you in the morning. If it were up to me your ass would be on the curb.” You grumble and pick up the remote, “And stop getting so close to me your breath stinks like beer.” You push his face away.

Jungkook’s shoulders shake as he laughs (obnoxiously in your opinion), “Fine, only cause you said so.” He says and gets up to head back into the kitchen. He re-emerges empty handed and in his wife beater tank top, his sweater is ditched and tossed to the side. “Better for you?” He holds his arms out.

“Yeah.” You turn back to the TV, “Now be quiet I’m trying to watch this.” You mumble.

Jungkook silently slips onto the couch right up beside you again. He slips his arm around and tugs you to his side with a quiet grunt. You grumble quietly and turn to face him as you push him back onto the couch and climb on top of him, “This is better..” You mutter softly and lay your head on his chest.

You don’t miss the way he smiles at you and hugs you closer, “Good night.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. He hears a faint ‘night’ and with that he lets his eyes slip shut as he falls asleep with a dumb little smile on his face.

“Idiot..” You whisper softly, surprised at how fond you sound at the moment, but he doesn’t have to know that.

+

A few days later you’re gone for work and Jungkook comes over to take care of Jiho. At first nothing too big happens, they play some games and then have breakfast before Jungkook takes Jiho out to the mall and then they come back to have lunch. Right now however Jiho was napping leaving Jungkook all by himself.

He takes one last look at Jiho before he slips outside for a needed smoke session. Jungkook always did like the view from your balcony, it gave him like a sense of peace and security whenever he sat out there smoking a cigarette. He really did feel at ease. He spends a couple minutes looking out at the sunset and city and then he checks his phone right after when he gets bored of that.

Jungkook’s in the middle of texting back Namjoon when he hears the doorbell ring. He frowns in confusion and looks back, you didn’t say anything about having anyone over or anything being delivered. He tucks the cigarette between his lips and makes his way over to the front door.

“y/n, hey! I was wondering if–” some guy standing on the other side of the door starts but quickly stops when he sees Jungkook standing in the doorway instead of y/n.

“Can I help you?” Jungkook leans against the doorway and eyes the guy up and down, “You lost or somethin’ kid?”

“Huh? Who are you? I’ve never seen you around before and y/n’s never talked about a guy before..” He trails off, eyeing Jungkook up and down too but only this time he doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for him. Jungkook’s aware of how he looks right now, and damn if he doesn’t look good.

“I’m y/n’s baby daddy, now who the fuck are you?” Jungkook snorts and takes a long drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke in the dude’s face.

The dude looks at him with a glare, “I’m her friend and neighbor.”

“Neighbor huh, good then you don’t need to be around then. I don’t take too kindly to random ass men trying to hit on my girl like that, because we both know you see her more than a neighbor so do me a favor and turn your ass back around unless you wanna really get to know me.” Jungkook flicks the ashes at him, “Nice meeting ya.” He grins and slams the door in his face.

“Friend huh..” Jungkook chuckles.

It’s late when you finally arrive home, you make a quick stop to get the mail before heading up when you’re stopped by Hyunjin, your adorable but annoying neighbor, “Heyy, what’s up why you out so late?” You smile tiredly while sorting your mail out.

Hyunjin looks bothered as he looks off to the side, “Nothing, just needed some fresh air you know? Anyways that’s not what I’m here for, I didn’t know you were seeing someone?” He says softly and when he sees your confused face he continues, “That guy up there? The one with tattoos and shit? He’s rude as hell.”

You internally groan, what did he do now.. “Yeah? Well, I’m not seeing him–seeing him…technically..” You trail off before sighing in defeat, “He’s my baby daddy.”

“Ohh, I thought he was lying or something because I thought no way would you ever go with someone like him. Much less have a kid with him.” He shakes his head, “He’s seriously a bad influence though, he literally was smoking in the house like you know how bad that can be for Jiho?” Hyunjin scoffs and shakes his head, “The nerve of him to call himself a parent.”

“Listen kid, whatever the fuck he does is very much his and my business. I don’t need your two pennies of a fucking opinion on my baby daddy, yeah, that’s my child’s father and what about it? I must have seen something in him if I still went and fucked him and had his kid. So don’t you ever speak on him again unless you want me to call him downstairs you little shit.” You glare and storm off to the elevators leaving a shocked Hyunjin in the back.

“Fuckin’ nerve of this brat.” You mutter and get your keys out, “Seriously.”

You walk into the apartment and are immediately greeted with Jungkook sitting there with a pissed expression. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask as you kick your heels off, “Where’s Jiho?”

“He’s sleeping, had dinner and went to bed.” Jungkook stands up and makes his way over to you slowly, “Who the fuck was that kid that came knocking earlier?” He cups your chin and tilts your head to face him, “He the one you fucking or what?” He grits his teeth.

You stare back at him annoyed, “He’s some dumb ass college kid Jungkook, and no I’m not fucking him. As if..” You mutter the last part and walk to the bedroom, “If you’re just gonna bitch about him sleep on the couch I beg, I’m so fucking tired from work I just wanna sleep okay? Bitch at me another time.” You sigh.

Jungkook kicks the door shut behind him and comes up behind you to hug you, “Mm.. Just wanna help my lil’ mama relax is all,” he says in your ear, “I already knew you two weren’t fucking anyways, he makes it so obvious.” Jungkook smirks as he kisses your shoulder, reaching around the front to unbutton your blouse, “Still he fuckin’ pissed me off.” He growls.

“I know, trust me.” You smirk softly and turn around in his hold and wrap your arms around his neck, “You’ll help me relax won’t you?” You whisper against his lips.

“I’ll do more than that baby.” Jungkook grins back.

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Jungkook has you spread out for him on all fours, back arched sensually and your face buried in your pillows. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he moans under his breath whilst moving his hips leisurely, not in any rush whatsoever. Your moans are muffled but the sounds your pussy makes make up for it.

“Fucking shit, you look so goddamn perfect for me all bent over with that pretty ass of yours bouncing on my cock.” Jungkook grunts as he slides his hands down to your waist to steady you.

“Jungkook,” you whimper out as you lift your head from the pillow, “need it faster.” You push back on his cock and gasp shakily when he hits something inside of you, “Oh fuck baby right there,” you whimper out, “mm, mm.”

He moans in response and lands a heavy smack on your ass, “Yeah? You like it when I hit it right there baby? ‘S got you creamin’ all over my cock right now.” He gasps softly as he speeds up and fucks into your harder.

You eyes flutter shut and you stick a hand down between your thighs to rub at your clit in tiny circles, “I love it,” you sigh out, “feels so good.” Jungkook spanks you again and it causes you to moan loud over the noises of his balls slapping against your clit and your ass bouncing off his pelvis. “Fuck..!”

Jungkook sees your phone light up from the corner of his eye and he peers over, he sees it’s that fucking kid from earlier texting you shit about how he’s sorry. Oh Jungkook’s gonna make him sorry now.. He grabs your phone and unlocks it, immediately opening up your camera and recording, “C’mon baby, put on a show for me.” He purrs out, making sure his tattooed hand is in the frame resting right over your bouncing ass.

You moan louder and lift yourself up enough to stabilize yourself before you start fucking yourself on his cock just how he likes it. “There you go, atta girl.” Jungkook lands repeated hits on your red ass cheek, licking his lips when he sees his hand print linger. “Whose pussy this belong to baby? Hm?”

“You,” a tiny whimper follows, “ ‘s your pussy baby.” You moan back as you rub your clit faster, “Fuck right there,” you push back and circle your hips on his cock like you’re trying to spell coconut. He moans loud as your pussy massages his cock just right, he nearly forgets he’s recording in the first place.

Jungkook ends the video there with a middle finger towards the end before he sends it to Hyunjin and tosses your phone aside, “C’mere.” He growls out and grabs your hips before he starts fucking into you harder and faster.

The headboard slams into the wall repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping grows louder and your moans are borderline screams now. You shudder violently and fall onto the bed face first as your pussy squirts, you lay there twitching and shaking as you come down from your orgasm slowly. Jungkook’s lips fall open in a silent moan as he watches in satisfaction.

He cums a few minutes later, pressing in deep as he groans lowly, “Damn I almost said I love you.” He breathlessly says. You reach behind to smack his arm making him laugh, “What? It’s true.” He shakes with laughter, “Aaaa you’re so cute baby.” Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and pulls out slowly, “Damn.” He murmurs, laying down next to you, “You okay?” He pokes your side.

You tiredly roll over and stare at him with a goofy little smile, “I almost said I love you too.” You softly reply.

Jungkook smiles, “y/n…my love, mother of my child,” he begins, “I’m sorry, but can you make me something to eat? You sucked the life out of me and now I’m starving.”

“I fucking take it back you dipshit.” You glare and roll out of bed, “.....What do you want..” You ask after shuffling around the room getting dressed in your robe.

“Ramen? Please and thank you.” Jungkook gives you that little bunny smile that made you fall in love all those years back. Maybe you’re falling all over again…

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[cweampier]

i have nasty thoughts about leon’s arms. like sex from behind, holding your back against his hard chest, his big hand is around your throat and the other is around your waist and all you can do is grab at it pathetically bc he’s hitting it so good.

i’m sorry i had to share it w someone bc it’s driving me insane

EATS YOUR BRAIN WHOLE.. like a zombie. cause you’re so right? especially in the remake i’ve been squelching at the sight of them. re4 leon, he’s a bit of a meanie pants here.. he loves you i prommy </3

cw for dubcon (?) per request

leon listened intently as you whined about how you couldn’t take it, of course you couldn’t, you could never take shit you fucking ask for. he gritted his teeth, adjusting the grip he had on your throat as he kept slamming into you relentlessly. you couldn’t do anything, you were practically melded into him, ass pressed against his pelvis so perfectly as he looked down to enjoy the view of the way it recoiled with each threatening, almost possessive thrust. you couldn’t control the way your hips convulsed in his hold, the way your mouth remained agape as your nails dug crescent shaped imprints into his toned forearm that was wrapped securely around your waist.

he wasn’t gonna let you run, fuck no he wasn’t. “you sit there n’ fuckin’ take me like you were begging to do so. don’t get cold feet on me now, hon.” he tuts, mischief laced in his tone as the tip of his cock kissed up against your cervix deliciously, causing you to cry out in mind-numbing ecstasy. you babbled incoherently and he scoffed at your attempts to vocalize how you felt. he knew he was doing a good job, he just knew it. the only thing he could make out was his name in mantra. his breaths became more ragged as a shit-eating-grin stretched across his face.

he felt your cunt squeeze around the base of his dick for dear life, almost for mercy as he continued to abuse it. it was his pussy anyway. he fucking owned it and you knew he did, like a good girl. “gonna cum on my cock, baby? yeah, i fucking want you to.. fuuuck yes,” he cursed under his breath as he released his hold on you, shoving you on all fours before pressing a firm hard down on your lower back, arching your ass towards him.

you gripped at the sheets pathetically, eyes rolling back in searing pleasure as your knees threatened to buckle beneath you. you heaved as leon tightened his grip on your hips, somehow delving deeper inside your aching pussy as it noisily responded to his efficacy. “hoh’fuck, leon.. fucking—feels s’good..” you stammered, grinding your hips against his own to give him leverage to meet you halfway. he tossed his head back in tandem, filling the room with those pretty whines of satisfaction.

“‘m gonna cum so fucking hard inside you, sweetheart..” he rasped, leaning over to capture your lips into a sloppy kiss, coating his lips with your drool as they glistened in the weak lighting of the room. “pussy feels so good.. ‘t’s all mine too..” ૮꒰ ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა

[phantomdoofer]

Tower Town, Chapter 22 - The Final Slice

Part 3

Paolo felt a stab of pain shoot through his head. He growled softly.

Anita stopped, and Giuseppe crept up to him. “What's up?”

“I think… I think something here's… set off a memory. Agh.” He gripped his head as a small trickle of sauce came out of his nose.

Anita turned back. “Too bad you didn't bring a med kit, Sepp.”

The man grinned. “Actually, I've got some things stuck away in my pockets.” He reached, opening one of the many pockets on his vest. “Think I've got some painkillers here-”

“W-wait!” Paolo said in a harsh whisper. He looked up at the ceiling…

The corridor was dark, rocky, full of shadowy objects. And other things like… pipes? “Hey, I think I know where we are.” He paled.

Anita grabbed him by both shoulders. “Totino, where are we?”

“When I was Pizzahead,” he whispered, “there was a level… an area that tailored itself to the person's most traumatic moments.”

“Peppino told me about that,” Giuseppe said, paling himself. “It threw him back to the Great War.”

Anita ground her teeth. “I know you had some really nasty experiences in the war, Sepp, but my fears then were a little more subjective than this.” She looked around. 

Giuseppe did, as well. “Yeah. This doesn't look anything like Inferno. It's more like…”

They looked at each other in horror.

“The Demon Base!”

Paolo's head swam as he suddenly found himself moving at high speed - Giuseppe had him under one arm, Anita under the other, running as fast as he could. Paolo looked back - the floor had opened where they had been standing, the hole belching flames.

The lights came up, and Paolo heard the beeping of a timer.

He looked up. “Giuseppe!” He yelled! “This place is reactive! It'll channel and twist your worst traumas!”

“Figured that out, thanks!” He yelled.

Horrific monsters popped up everywhere. Giuseppe frantically weaved, leapt, and bounced off the walls as he tried to evade. Anita's scope eye was wide, and she was furiously firing shots at the monsters, trying to stall them more than anything.

The walls and floors writhed, shifting into new shapes. Pipes wriggled like dull tentacles, joining together to form walls. The lights swung, casting crazy shadows everywhere. As Giuseppe ran up a flight of metal stairs, they tried to shift and block their way.

Only the man's frantic speed was keeping them ahead of the violent shifting… and he was slowly losing the battle.

“Sepp! That beeping means-” Anita started 

“-there’s a nuke about to go off!” Giuseppe finished. “I know!”

Paolo's eyes bulged. “A nuke??”

“This-” he paused as he hurtled a downed monster - “this place is recreating a base we almost died in! A demon set off a nuke trying to kill us! We've got maybe three minutes before we're ash!”

Paolo looked around. His head throbbed… and a memory came back as he saw something on the wall. “Anita!” He called. “You see those knobs on the walls and ceiling?”

She turned, her eye weaving around. “Yeah?”

“Those are like cameras! It's part of the Tower's tracking system! Try to shoot ‘em out! It'll make it harder for it to block us!”

She nodded and started aiming for anything that looked like a node. “Sepp, I- know you- you're trying to- to dodge, but I can't- hoof!- get a bead- on anything!”

“Can't help ya there, Nita,” Giuseppe bellowed, “got other problems!”

Anita grumbled but kept shooting- and finally landed a hit. A deep roaring rumble seemed to roll through the floor.

“That's it! Keep it up!” Paolo yelled. He looked up at Giuseppe…

The man's eyes were wide, wild, almost insane. Sweat was rolling down his face, and his teeth were clenched in abject terror.

Suddenly a series of visions of Peppino wearing the same face flashed through his mind.

He's utterly terrified.

He looked around, and found things were starting to look familiar.

“I can't find the way out!” Giuseppe yelled.

“Giuseppe!” Paolo screamed. “Go left!”

The man looked down. “How do you know?”

“Trust me!”

Giuseppe's shoes screeched as he turned left hard, running up a set of stairs. He found himself in a long hallway.

“Run halfway down and turn right, into the wall!” Paolo said.

“That's insane!” Giuseppe shrieked.

“Trust me!” Paolo yelled back.

Anita made several hits, and the low rumble became an enraged bellow. The noise was deafening.

Reaching the halfway point, Giuseppe turned…

They ran through the wall as if it wasn't there.

“Huh?” Giuseppe said.

“It's all a trick!” Paolo said. “It's messing with your head! Making you see things different! This isn't my fear! And her shooting out its eyes is confusing it!” Paolo pointed. “Up that staircase, then on the second landing, run into the wall!”

He did so, passing through again. 

“The base had one more floor!” Anita said, shooting another node.

“Yeah, but the door was locked, remember?” Giuseppe yelled.

“There'll be a key, then!” Paolo yelled.

“I bet it'll be where that drive was!” Anita yelled back. “Look for a big concentration of monsters!”

Paolo looked down a hallway as they passed. “Back that way! Over there!”

Anita looked at her watch. “We've got about one minute!’

Giuseppe skidded back the way they came, dropping the two violently, then he roared as he charged headfirst at the mob of creatures. Paolo saw a familiar force field form in front of the man as he charged, and the monsters exploded and slammed into walls as the force of his impact smashed them. “Gogogo!” He yelled, bouncing off walls, punching and kicking to keep the monsters occupied.

Paolo and Anita ran in, searching frantically. Then Paolo saw it, over Anita's shoulder. “There! In that computer port!”

Anita spun, pulled the key, and ran back outside. “We've got it, Sepp!”

Suddenly they were picked up again, speeding back down the hallway. “Thirty seconds!” Anita yelled.

Giuseppe leapt straight up the stairwell, bouncing off the walls, and landed in front of a door. Anita reached out, plugging the key into a slot beside the door…

The door made a cheerful ding as it opened into an elevator.

All three dove in. The shriek of air being superheated pierced the air as Giuseppe pressed the “up” button repeatedly at supersonic speed. 

Seconds after the elevator doors reopened, a massive tremor shook the entire tower.

The three stepped out, then slumped to the ground.

“Second… second time you've had to outrun a nuke, Sepp,” Anita said. She smiled. “Even had a Ninda along this time, too. If only Gus had been here, we'd have had the whole set.”

The big man was gasping, in the throes of an apparent panic attack. He curled into a ball, clutching his head, tears running down his face. He was panting, painful-sounding breaths exploding out of him. 

Anita sat next to him. “Hey, hey, Sepp, it's OK. We got out. We're OK. Deep, slow breaths, remember?”

Though he didn't turn his head, he nodded vigorously, and slowly his breathing started to even out. 

Then he started trembling, and the breathing became anguished sobs. 

Anita wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders. “Shhh, it's OK, Sepp. It's OK.”

Paolo sat down. “Is he…?”

Anita sighed as the old soldier trembled and quaked. “It wasn't so bad, when it first happened. But as the years went by, it ate at him more and more - just how close we came to death.” She laid her forehead on the man's shoulder. “It hasn't been this bad in a long time, though.”

Giuseppe was babbling now. “I-I-I couldn't- we almost- I-I-I wasn't f-fast enough! No, I w-WAS fast en-en-enough, b-b-but-” he looked around frantically. “Nita? N-Nita, where's Gus? Where's Gus, Nita??” The man's voice was full of terror and anguish. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Paolo by the shoulders, and Paolo fought not to flinch at the touch. “Doc, where’s Gus??”

Paolo looked at Anita and mouthed, “‘Doctor’?”

“He's flashing back,” Anita murmured. She leaned in front of Giuseppe's face, so he could see her face. “Sepp, Gus is with Peppino. Remember? This isn't the demon base. We're in the Pizzamancer's Tower.”

Giuseppe's face screwed up in anger. “D- don't be stupid, Nita! I grab-grabbed all three-three of you!” He snarled at Paolo, who leaned back. “What'd you d-do to him, you damn Bread?” He lunged-

Anita expertly twisted Giuseppe's arm upward, twisting the other behind him. “Sepp, STOP! That isn't Houlwea! And Gus is with Peppino!”

“Why would Gus be with Peppino??” Giuseppe snarled. “Pep-Peppino's back in La Crosta! Living my-” he stopped, his face falling, his limbs slackening. “Living my life.” Anita let him go, and he put his face in his hands. “Gus is dead, isn't he? I left him behind!”

“No, Sepp, no.” She grabbed his hand in hers. “You got us all out. You saved us all. All three of us.”

Giuseppe looked up, the dullness of his eyes slowly brightening. “I… I did? I did. Yeah.” He looked at Paolo. “You're… you're not…”

Paolo hesitantly put a hand on the man's knee. “I'm Paolo, Mr. Spaghetti. Paolo Totino. But you saved me, just now. Saved us both. Th-thank you.” 

Suddenly, Giuseppe's eyes cleared, and he looked over at Anita, holding out his hand. “Oh, God, Nita, I'm so sorry.” 

Anita quickly took the big man's hand in hers again. “Sepp, you've been through… been through a lot. You can't be strong all the time. You're gonna break eventually.”

Giuseppe nodded, sadly. “Especially when you've got some issues you didn't even know you had.” He leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “I didn't think I was jealous of Peppino. Especially with all the shit he went through himself. Guess I was wrong.”

Paolo felt a barrage of memories surface.

Classmates walking away from him. “Come on, leave this weirdo alone!”

His father, screaming at him, as he dragged him away from the front of a culinary school. “You're not gonna be some goddamn CHEF! You're gonna BE somebody!”

An empty pizzeria, and a note…

Boss, we can't do this anymore. Call us when you get your head back on straight.

He winced. “Jealousy can be sneaky like that.” He looked Giuseppe in the eyes. “That's how the Pizzamancer got me, after all.”

“I gotta talk to him,” Giuseppe said, “clear the air. It'll just eat at me otherwise.”

Anita snorted. “If we get out of here, anyway.”

Giuseppe stood, trembling but looking resolute. “We have to keep going. I'll… I'll be OK.”

As Anita and Paolo fell into step behind him, Paolo looked over and saw Anita holding her hand in front of her face, her other hand gripping her wrist.

The hand was trembling violently.

“Anita?” Paolo whispered.

Quickly she balled her trembling hand into a fist, putting both arms down at her sides. “Guess that place affected me more than I thought.” She looked over at him. “Not a word to Sepp, all right? I'll have my own little breakdown later. Right now, we have bigger fish to fry.” She sped up, taking point.

Paolo looked around, and came to a realization. “Well, good news is, we're not nuclear ash drifting through an empty room. Second… I think we've ended up somewhere very interesting.” 

Both soldiers stopped. “What do you mean?” Giuseppe said.

In answer, Paolo grinned and walked over to a nondescript wall. “If I'm right, it should be right… about…” he placed a hand on a blank brick…

A door appeared.

“Bingo!” He said happily. “Get in, quick.”

All three quietly slipped into the room, and the wall flashed back into existence behind them.

As the lights came up, various gleaming surfaces came into view. 

“Computers?” Anita whispered.

Paolo nodded. “This is a backup control room. The main one is probably where the Pizzamancer's hanging out, but this one is just as connected… and even more hidden.” He sat down at what appeared to be the main screen, and the consoles lit up in response. “I remember some of it now. This is where I watched Peppino and Gustavo make their ascent. I just hope it recognizes me…” He held his hand against a plate, and it lit up, scanning his hand.

A deep, multilayered voice echoed from around them.

User recognized. Welcome back, Paolo Totino.

Paolo grinned even bigger. “Hah. He didn't erase my access. Good. First things first. Computer, conceal this room’s presence and our biometric signatures.”

Action complete.

“Command: conceal the biometric signatures of the following individuals from Tower systems other than this console…” quickly he listed off the name of their entire team.

Confirmed. Biometric signatures no longer visible to Tower systems other than this console.

“Impressive,’ Giuseppe mumbled.

Paolo nodded. “I don't have the powers or training you guys have, but from here, I can be a lot of help to you.” He cracked his knuckles. “I'll be your Mission Control. I bet old Grandpa forgot this place even exists. Else he'd have blocked off my access. Arrogant old crust.” He held up a finger. “Hang on.” He turned, typing a few commands. Immediately a small series of earbud-like devices popped into existence on the same metal plate. “Here, take these and give them to the others.”

Anita picked them up, holding one up to the light. “Comm-buds?”

Paolo grinned. “Exactly. One for each of you. Long as you have these, you'll be able to communicate with me, and each other, anywhere in the Tower.”

“So you're just gonna stay here?” Giuseppe said. “I don't like it. What if the Pizzamancer finds you?”

Paolo shook his head. “Honestly, I'm holding you two back out there. And this is exactly what Peppino wanted. I can defend myself with the Tower's systems.”

“But what if you pass out or something?” Giuseppe growled.

“Look,” Paolo said, frowning. “I get it. You don't want to lose anyone. But…” he paused. “We have to take this guy down. If he gets his way… remember, I shared my brain with this freak.” Paolo locked eyes with the big Italian. “That old gnome was absolutely right. He cares about nobody but himself. He'll destroy the world, and everyone in it, with a smile.” He turned back to the screen. “We can't let him win, no matter what.”

“No matter what…” Anita murmured. She reached up and put a hand on Giuseppe's shoulder. “Come on, Sepp. He's right. We should meet back up with the others.”

Giuseppe sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I know. Just… be careful, all right?”

Paolo grinned. “I don't intend to die yet, big man.” He typed a command, and a pad on the floor glowed green. “I can't access the whole teleporter system yet… but I can put you back where we started. Go on. I'll be in touch.”

The two nodded, slipping a bud in each ear. “Good luck, you crazy pizza-faced bastard,” Giuseppe grinned. 

“Good luck, you two,” Paolo returned.

As the two vanished, Paolo turned back to the screen. Now, while they do the legwork, let me see what I can ferret out. 

Suddenly a stab of pain lanced through his head. He growled, shook his head, and resumed typing. Assuming my mind doesn't fall apart.

~~~~

The tubes seemed to go on forever. “Hon,” Noisette murmured, “I know you said this place could be bigger on the inside, but…”

“Yeah,” he replied, “this is somethin’ else.”

Fake ambled forward. “We recall now that we explored much of the Tower,” they said, “but nowhere was it so vacuous. It is almost a world into itself.”

Vigi, sitting on Pepperman's head again, squinted into the distance. “Hey, I think I see a light up ahead.”

All five looked at one another. Noise shrugged. “Sounds good t’ me.”

Setting off in the direction of the light, Noisette leaned over, looking him in the eyes, her face full of concern. “Babe, what's wrong? Yer bein’ so serious.”

Noise looked into her eyes. “I'm thinking, babe. This is… this is serious serious. Y'know I'm all about chaos, and a bit of mayhem…” he looked around at the endless rows of sleeping monsters, “but this is… this is bad. Now ain't the time for jokes and pranks. We gotta do somethin’ about this.”

Fake crawled forward. “We apologize for eavesdropping, but we agree. Nevertheless…” they looked around, “what can we do?”

Noise gritted his teeth. “I dunno! Maybe this place has a self-destruct or somethin’! I dunno!” He pulled this hat farther down, covering his eyes. “I dunno what to do!” 

Noisette stopped, giving him a hug.

Noise froze. He hated being hugged in front of people. He felt like it was showing weakness. He looked around, expecting the bosses to be sneering, laughing…

Every face was deadly serious. 

Noise unclenched a little, leaning into the hug. “I'm sorry, babe.”

“For what?”

“For goin’ all morose on ya.” He turned to the others. “When did I become the leader of this pack of misfits?”

Pepperman grinned… and on him, a grin went on for days. “Well, I'm not sure. But I think you can do the best of all of us.”

Noise laughed. “Figured you'd want it.”

Pepperman laughed. “Boundlessly confident I may be… but leadership is not one of my fortes.”

“I'm a loner at heart, Noise,” Vigi said. “You're used t’ organizing. You got that studio, after all.”

Fake nodded. “We are not a leader.”

Noisette patted Noise on the shoulder. “There ya have it, hon! Now, treat this like a big production number! You can do it!” 

Her smile lit up the room.

Noise felt a bit more at ease. She was the only one that could do that for him. “Alright. I guess ya got a point. Let's see what we-”

“Hee hee hee.” 

The voice seemed to come from everywhere around them. Everyone immediately took a defensive position.

“You guys are so cute.”

Vigi had his gun out, scanning the area. “Who are ya? Where are ya?”

“Aww, don't worry about little ol’ me! You really ought to be worried about allllll those monsters around you…”

Instinctively the five formed a circle, facing outward. “We would not stand a chance againnnnst this many creatures,” Fake grunted.

“Should we run?” Pepperman asked.

“Where could we?” Noisette said. “We're surrounded!”

“Well, maybe if ya come to see me, I miiiiight be convinced not t’ let ‘em all out at once!” The light in the distance grew brighter. “Come on, it'll be fun!”

Without a word, the five nodded. Noise pulled out his rocket-powered skateboard; Noisette hopped on behind him, and they flew away. Behind, Pepperman charged, Vigi on his head, while Fake hopped alongside, his leaping easily keeping up with the others.

A few moments later, the voice called out again. “Aw, I'm bored already! Let's make this interesting!”

Suddenly a shape swooped out of the darkness and grabbed the leaping Fake. 

“Woooooooeeeeey!” The clone yelled as they disappeared.

“Fakey!” Noisette cried.

“Weeee will handle this!” The froglike clone's voice echoed out of the dark. “Don't stop!”

Then several tanks opened up, smaller monstrosities crawling out. Lights on other tanks around them were blinking, as well.

They'd quickly be surrounded.

Pepperman and Vigi stopped.

Noise spun around. “Hey! The hell are you doin’?”

“We'll hold these things off,” Vigi said. “If we all stay, they'll just overwhelm us. Y'all go find… whoever they are… an’ shut ‘em down!”

Pepperman flexed, his smile practically illuminating the area. “Don't fret, friends. Our story isn't over!”

Noise growled. They got a point. He rocketed off again. “If you guys get killed, I ain't payin’ for yer funerals!” He called back behind him.

As they approached the light, the tanks’ occupants started to change. Noise glanced to the sides… and quickly stopped himself from panicking. These ain't monsters. They're… they're real clones. Clones of us. 

Around them, copies of Pepperman, Vigi, Noise, and even Fake floated. Farther back, he could see copies of Peppino, Gustavo, and even Brick.

What the hell are they planning?

“Well, well, it's about time!”

Noise screeched to a stop. They were in a sort of alcove in the tubes - a round, almost amphitheatre-ish area. In the center stood a glowing tower, surrounded by what looked like powerful computer consoles. A multitude of screens hovered in the air around it, displaying graph after graph.

No one was there.

Quickly the two hopped off, and Noise stored the skateboard in his bag, pulling out one of his “special” bombs. He grinned wickedly. “Alright, asshole, wherever ya are, if ya don't show herself quick, I'm gonna blow this thing ta bits!”

Noise heard a high-pitched cackle behind him, and he turned.

A figure dove off the top of one of the tubes, claws outstretched, a maniacal fang-toothed grin on their face.

Noise fell backwards-

From the side, a huge cartoon hammer slammed into the creature's face, sending it flying backward. It hit the tube it had leapt from, spread-eagled, and slid down with an almost comical squeaaaaak.

Noisette hefted her hammer. “You all right, hun?”

Noise stood up quickly. “Yeah, thanks, babe. Caught me off-guard.” They slowly approached the creature. It's features looked… oddly familiar.

“Uh, Hun, is it just me, or does this thing look like-” Noisette started.

“-like you?” Noise finished. He started shaking, a mixture of fear, rage, and a sense of violation. How fuckin’ dare he. On closer inspection, it looked… odd. Like her, but-

The thing's eyes flashed open, the irises wild, swirling red spirals. It smiled a fang-toothed grin even Noise found horrifying, and leapt up. “Surprise!” 

Noisette swung her hammer again, but the thing leapt up, its legs transforming into springs that launched far into the air. “HEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!” It shrieked as it flew over their heads.

“Hun!” Noisette said, sounding far more serious than usual. “I think it's got my powers!”

Yeah, an’ my crazy! Noise thought. Fucker must've mixed out DNA! Though she could be a bit… extreme… herself, Noisette had often acted as a brake for him, keeping him from reverting back into… what he had been. 

The memories tried to come back, and he tamped them down. Not. Now. He chucked a bomb at the thing, but it simply sprang up again.

Noisette leapt up, spiking the thing to the ground, but it just splattered like a blob of paint and reformed instantly. A cloud of spikes shot out of the thing, flying up at Noisette -

She tucked and rolled, her hammer deflecting the spikes as she landed.

Noise was flinging bombs like a madman, but the thing just slithered away or flat-out ignored them.

All while laughing the same maniacal laugh.

Noise ducked as the thing kicked at him, its foot becoming huge and becoming an oddly-detailed boot. The spikes on the heel alone would have turned him into a shishkebab. It slapped the ground, its hands huge, and the whole arena shook, knocking them both off their feet.

How the hell do you fight a living cartoon??

Noisette closed in, her own appearance becoming abstract and cartoonish as she tapped into her own powers. It wasn't something she liked doing to hurt things, but…

The two quickly entangled into a cloud of cartoon violence. Heads, feet, fists, hammers and knives and other things gone too fast to recognize flashed in and out of the dustball.

Noise paused. Can't throw a bomb, I'll hit Sette! He was stumped. How the hell could he-

He looked at a screen - a movie was playing. It was an ancient one. Some said it was centuries older than even the Old War, so old it was crackling. It had been found in an Old Tech ruin, back when he was a kid. It had quickly become a favorite around the world - a movie where cartoons and people were both real… with a villain who was a Toon, masquerading as a human.

It had been both Noise and Noisette's favorite as kids. For him, it was his desire to live in that world. For her, it had given her something to relate to, as her own powers, so similar, had begun to show.

So how did they deal with that guy?

As he remembered, an absolutely vicious grin spread across his face. Hope I brought some along! He rummaged in his bottomless bag…

There it is. He hefted the can, popping the top. He ran towards the two fighters…

“SETTE! MOVE!” He yelled, leaping into the air.

Trusting her husband, she flung herself out of the way.

The creature looked up in surprise. “Huh?”

Noise swung,  engulfing it in a wave of pungent chemical.

The creature shrieked, the noise slicing the air as it began to run and melt. “GAAAAAH!! HoW DId yOU-!”

Noise hefted the can next to his head, grinning smugly. Noisette stood back, fully aware of what the can had held. “Yer a Toon, ya damn freak. Toons ain't vulnerable t’ much, but they can be erased… or melted.”

The creature shrieked its rage, half-melted into a puddle of gooey paint. “D-daaaammmmn iiiiiit…” Its voice gurgled and distorted as its face melted beyond recognition. It reached a melting claw towards them, in one last act of defiance…

And then it was simply a puddle of goo.

Noisette's features slowly shifted back into her normal self as her powers settled down. She still stayed back from the powerful stench. “Hun? How'd you know that'd work?”

Noise grabbed the lid off the floor, sealing the can, and put it back in his bag. Then he pointed at the screen. “It ain't Dip, but it did th’ job.” He glanced at the melted puddle. “An’ I thought I wanted to kill this asshole before. Clonin’ you? Turnin’ ya into- into that?” His face was deep red, and he ground his teeth. “I'll see him dead fer that.”

Noisette blinked. She'd seen him angry so many times… but it was different this time. It reminded her of when they'd first met… before he'd reformed. She carefully put a hand on his arm.

He turned, his eyes swirling red spirals just like those the creature had had. His teeth were fangs, and he was drooling a little.

She leapt back, her hammer appearing in her hand by reflex.

Instantly Noise reverted, and he looked afraid. “SETTE? SETTE, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-”

The hammer disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. She reapproached him. “I know, hun. You still got that in you. But you don't have t’ give it to it, y’know.” She hugged him. “I'm proud a’ what you are now.”

He relaxed, and finally returned the gesture. What would I be without her? He glanced at the melted puddle. Probably helpin’ this bastard kill the world. 

He noticed something in the pile of goo. “What the…?” He pulled a bucket of water from his bag. “Stand back, babe.” As she backed away, he dumped the water on the pile…

The paint quickly washed away, leaving a strange object, long and thin. He picked it up. “A key card?” He handed it to Noisette.

She flipped it over. “Bet it fits in that thing.” She trotted over to the computer, slotting it in. Instantly the screen filled with windows. “Bingo!” She grinned, typing furiously.

Noise stood by. He'd never really taken to computers, but he forgot sometimes that Noisette had worked with them before they'd met. Y'know, I don't really know that much about her before we met. What else don't I know?

He resolved then and there to fix that.

“Aha!” She chirped. “Guess what I found?” She said in a singsong tone.

“What?”

“Only the destruct command for these things!” She gestured at the tubes. “Wanna do the honors, hun?”

She stepped away - the screen had a blinking EXECUTE box on the screen. He smiled. This is fer all the nasty shit ya did. That ya made us do. For tryin’ to fuck up our world again. He tapped the button.

~~~~

Paolo bashed his fist on the counter in frustration. “Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit! I can't… I can't remember…”

The Tower spoke. Query. User, you have indicated distress due to inability to perform desired functions. Scans indicate neurological damage caused by heavy psychospiritual exposure. Surmise: your possession by Prime User: Dominic Totino has caused memory loss. Query: does User: Paolo Totino wish to have this damage repaired?

Paolo paused as he parsed the Tower's speech. Pretty sure it just said the Pizzamancer possessing me caused brain damage. He considered. That would line up with what they discovered at the hospital. And now it's offering to repair the damage. “Tower… would these repairs change me in any way?”

Negative. Repairs would only affect damaged areas. No personality alteration would occur. Damage appears to be limited to memory areas. 

Paolo tapped his lip, then nodded. “What the hell. Can't hurt. Tower, execute repairs.”

Acknowledged. Processing…

Suddenly a purple ray shot out of the ceiling, engulfing Paolo's head. It didn't hurt, but it held him immobile. He felt a strange sensation inside his head…

Towercommand

papadont

illalwaysloveyoupaolo

protocolisasfollows

Paolo tried not to scream as his mind filled with memories and knowledge. While it didn't hurt, the sheer flood of information threatened to drown him.

And just as suddenly, it was over. He felt the memories settle, like books fluttering onto the shelves of his mind. It hadn't just restored his memories - it had given him complete knowledge of the Tower's functions.

He looked at the screen and knew exactly how it worked. He tentatively typed a line, and a burst of information appeared.

Paolo smiled. Oh, this is much better. He cracked his knuckles, and returned to monitoring the others. We'll get you yet, ‘dear’ Grandpa.

~~~~

Vigilante leapt into the air, spinning and flipping. His eye locked on to multiple monsters, firing a round into what he thought was their head. Two fell; three reeled back, but kept coming.

As he spun, Pepperman charged, bowling ove one, spinning and uppercutting another. The creature spun into the air - Fake, in his huge form, caught the beast in their mouth, shaking and worrying it. The creature wailed as it flew apart. 

Landing, Fake spit out the remains, returned to their normal form, and formed their fingers and tongue into blades. They slashed and stabbed, doing damage to anything in range.

The three stood in a circle, backs to each other. 

“They jus’... don't… stop,” Vigilante panted. “I'm… runnin’ out of bullets.”

Pepperman was wheezing. “I admit… I don't know… how much longer… I can last.”

Fake was trembling. “We are nearing the end of our endurance, as well.”

The creatures paused, and Pepperman took the chance. He charged again, aiming a pinch straight at the creature's face-

The creature seemed to fold in around his fist, making a sickening squelch as it dissolved.

Around them, the monsters were, one and all, falling apart, without a sound.

“What th’... what the hell?” Vigi said. “The ones in th’ tubes are comin’ apart, too.”

Indeed, the tubes, which had been glowing faintly, were one and all fading out, the creatures inside coming apart in clouds of goo.

The all paused, then Vigi spun his sidearm and holstered it. “Maybe Noise and Noisette did somethin’?”

“That is our theory, as well,” Fake said. They fell to all fours. “We are… too tired right now to stand.”

Pepperman grinned. “No worries, my friend. I can still carry you.” Gently, he hefted the clone under his arm, then Vigi climbed on his head. 

“Let's see what those two troublemakers have been up to.”

~~~~

As Paolo browsed, he came across a hidden folder labeled “pos2.” Curious, he opened it and browsed the contents.

What he found horrified him.

The documents indicated that the Pizzamancer had been seeding the world with a new nanoplague, similar to the one he'd used after the Old War. So that's what you've been doing, you evil old crust! It was spread all over the world by now. One button and we're back to the Stone Age again! Then he looked closer, and realized… no, it's worse than that. He felt the sauce drain from his face. The new plague was indiscriminate. He's willing to destroy the entire world this time. He leaned back. As annoying as they can be, the world doesn't deserve to be… he leaned back forward, looking at the expected outcome, and shivered, melted alive. 

Then he noticed a small, inconspicuous icon: disable.exe. Checking the file, he realized: it's the virus's self-destruct! He read the readme - the program would harmlessly destroy the virus, ending the threat. Guess he didn't want it getting out of his hands. Heh. He did a bit of digging to make sure it wasn't a trap, or some sort of feint, but it was legitimate. Your arrogance will be your undoing, old man, Paolo thought smugly. With a flourish, he ran the program.

Shortly, a brief message popped up: virus terminated. 

He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head, grinning.

~~~~

Noisette was typing furiously. Noise leaned back and waited. He was trembling, but he was trying not to show it. When he'd agreed to marry her, he'd sworn to leave some of his worst habits behind. Came damn close to becomin' the old me again. 

Never again. He pushed himself up. “Watcha doin’, babe?”

Noisette was focused entirely on the screen. “Seein’ what I can find,” she replied tersely. “I think… I think there's somebody else in here with me.”

Noise tried to parse what she meant. “You mean, in the computer?”

“Yeah. I don't think it's the Big Guy. It's… somebody else.” 

About that time, Pepperman walked up. Noise grinned. “Knew they wouldn't get you guys.”

Pepperman set Fake down, and Vigi climbed down. “Admittedly, it was a near thing,” Pepperman said, “but then they just… fell apart. Your doing, I assume?”

Noise grinned, and jerked his thumb at the occupied bunny-woman. “Hers, actually. Let me fill ya in…”

As the four talked, Noisette carefully navigated the cyberscape of the Tower's systems. It had been years since she'd done this, but she didn't seem to be too rusty. She didn't like this part of her. She'd given it up when she married Noise. But I gotta help somehow!

Suddenly a small text window popped up.

Ok, who is this? It said.

I'm not saying, she replied.

I know you're not the Pizzamancer, the reply came. I've been watching you. A pause. Are you in the Tower?

Noisette paused. How to do this… Quickly she tried to trace the line. Surprisingly, it wasn't guarded. If it IS the PM, he's being pretty brazen. The line led to what looked like some kind of secondary control room. Gotcha. She continued chatting with the mystery person while she cut into a camera in the room…

A fuzzy image of Paolo, sitting at a station similar to hers, popped up… just as an identical window popped up on his screen, showing her. 

Both of them laughed.

Well, I guess that answers that, she typed.

Indeed, he responded. Where are you?

We fell down some hole, ended up way downstairs. There's thousands of cloning tubes down here. This is where PM was making his monsters.

Oh no, he replied. Can you do anything?

Oh, we took care of them already, she sent back, grinning a little smugly. The boss monster down here had a key card. That's how I got in. We found the destruct sequence for them. No more monsters for Mr. PM.

Good, he replied, and on the screen he leaned back. On my end, I've got access to the whole system, just about. The Tower noticed my brain damage and fixed it. I have control of the teleport system, too. You want me to get you out of there? The others are waiting for you.

Yeah! Give me thirty seconds to lock this down and you can send us. She called over her shoulder as she typed. “No time to explain, but Paolo’s gonna teleport us out! Be ready!” She finished the last line, then the machine locked down, blocked by a password only she knew.

The others all looked surprised. “Wait, huh?” Noise started. “How the hell did he-”

bwip

With the flashlights gone, only the glow of the screen lit the room. A few minutes later, the screen cut off, casting the vast mausoleum into cthonic darkness.

[withoneheadlight]

| harringrove | n s f w | hospital sex + sexual dysfunction (kinda) + steve doing you know what kind of magic with his hands + mutual pinning because ofc | for @lovebillyhargrove, the sweetest human being ❤ | AO3 |

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One hundred and seventy five.

That’s how long he’s been here. Tubes and needles and metal stitches and beeping machines. The emergency light above the door of his room endlessly flickering. One hundred and seventy five and stiff, nuclear-white bedspread and freshly pasted wallpaper and the piercing stink of disinfectant and bleach. 

One hundred and seventy five days and Billy feels like he’s become aseptic by now, sterile, in this arctic-pristine space. Gloved hands constantly touching him in plasticized intimacy. The most pure detachment of touch. 

One hundred and seventy five days and, when it happens, it pierces through Billy like lightning in a glacial storm. Bright. Bright. Bright. Thundering.

Hot.

Steve Harrington touches him: the most pure delirium of touch.

The most well-intended. The most innocent. Steve just happens to be there and Billy’s back hurts and it’s like, 

“Can you. Please help me to―?”

And like―

“Yeahyeah. Sure”

And like,

Steve’s hands feel warm against the paper-thin fabric of his hospital gown. Tender. On his side on his belly on his hip. Billy’s skin’s bristling under his touch and he― he moans. It sounds like a sob. He gets so hard so fast his cock throbs throbs throbs and―

Steve. Dark. Round eyes. He notices. Of course he does. Doesn’t stop touching Billy, tho. Acts as if not. Pity, Billy realizes.It stinks in harmony with the sanitized purity of the room. Creeps like bile up his throat.

One hundred and seventy five. Billy thought he’d be used to shame by now. But this time is the worst. He bites his tongue. Metallic. Pushes Steve back. Shows teeth,

“It’s not about you, Harrington. Don’t get your hopes up”

But Steve fucking Harrington just snorts a laugh. Steve fucking Harrington shrugs it off with a smirk and the kind of half-lidded gaze that’d have gotten a less sedated, less undead Billy Hargrove’s heart to beat up his throat.

Asks,

“You sure?”

This Billy’s chest, instead, feels so thin it’d shatter.

Nausea hits him. It’s been one hundred and seventy five days and he ain’t told anyone but he wretches it up now like it’s a sickness.

“It’s brain-dead, ok? It can― Piss and, hang and sometimes it. It does. That. But. That’s all about it, alright?”

Steve sits back. Looks him in the eye. Takes his thumb to his mouth, teeth on his nail but. Doesn’t bite.

One hundred and seventy five days and one, two, three—fifteen seconds, and then he says,

“I could help” and his eyes wander. Down. For just a slice of a second. He sets them back up, lashes cutting “With that. If you wanna”

Billy swallows. His stomach hollows. He squeezes his thighs close. Feels the ghost of that dripping feeling. How sweet it was. And he wants it. Sticky. Nasty. Hot.

God, he wants it back.

“With what”

Steve just keeps staring at him. His eyes talk, one brow cocking up. They say You know what so he just gotta add,

“Maybe if. If. You know. Somebody else― did it. Maybe then it’d―”

Pity. That’s the one thing all these high-purified cleaners can never seem to mop off the tiles. It’s like acid on the top of Billy’s throat, like it’s just been scrubbed with the sharp edge of ammonia. He pulls up the blankets to cover himself. To cover it. As it starts to deflate. Chubb. Then go flatline. His hands clenched into fists. Tight. Knuckles white, dry, stinging.

He takes the pain. Spits it out. Rage’s always tasted red on his mouth. Between his legs.

And God, he misses it. God he wants it.

“Are you a fucking weirdo or what, Harrington?”

Steve doesn't flinch. His eyes talk, still, those amazing, expressive eyes he’s got, but this time Billy can't really get what they’re saying as Steve just–  stays there. On that chair. Picks up the book on the nightstand and reads from Max’s last dog-ear as if nothing’s happened. Stays until nightfall. Until Billy’s been fed and changed and gotten his vitals checked.

He looks like he’s completely forgotten about it.

But,

It’s an infection: despite how millimetrically sterilized his new cage is, what just happened worms its way through Billy’s mind like a parasite.

He can’t now stop thinking about it.

x.

He’s still awake, when the clock on the wall ticks its way up from one hundred and seventy five to one hundred and seventy six, days going by like seconds on the clock, just as simply irrelevant.

He breathes in, breathes out in sync, still wide-eyed at one, two in the morning. He’s usually out by nine, ‘such a well-behaved boy’ as his nurses tell him, but not tonight, sleeping pill sneaked into the stuffing of his pillow, nerves knotted tight down his stomach with the twisted anticipation of what he’s about to do. And he's alone. Truly, overwhelmingly alone. For the first time since they took him into the arctic of this nuclear kingdom.

And night― night’s always been the only place he’s ever really felt safe. Just him and his thoughts. His truths. His desires. Just him and that stupid bulb agonizing above the door, now.

At night it’s just him and―

His hand. Cold. Always so cold, now. Riding his hospital gown up. Thinking about lips and the harsh pressure of fingertips and that way Steve’s eyebrows burrow when Billy gets him thoroughly pissed. That way he tried not to dig his nails into the sharp bone of his hip but―

Couldn’t really help it and,

Down there, Billy’s become the land of the fucking dead. Romero at his finest. His dick barely reacts. Wakes up then fills then gets almost limp. Useless. The spark of Steve’s touch an undercurrent of need pulsing at the base of his balls, goosebumps up his belly. Billy fucking tries. Closes his eyes. Pumps it. Can’t make it fucking work. He feels ashamed and desperate and unsatisfied and nasty. Wants to call the nurse and ask her to drown him in disinfectant. He squeezes his dick until it hurts. At least pain feels like something.

Three. Four in the morning. He doesn’t cry and the bulb above the door doesn’t blow and he’s broken beyond repair and―

Somewhere around dawn sleep finally takes him over.

x.

One hundred and seventy nine. Days. Nights. And Billy― Billy asks for it.

Tentative.

“The other day―”

Fragile.

“You said―”

His skin so thin it barely covers him.

“Would you― actually. Do it? Just so I know if―”

Steve hasn't come in three days. They all take turns at staying with him. PityPityPity. Harrington. Max. Joyce Byers. Will. El. Even the fucking chief. They all know Billy has no-one. Sit in that stiff hospital chair between the bed and the window and Billy feels too empty not to pretend they’re here for him when they all act like it.

Today’s Steve’s turn again and he’s more laid down than seated. Headphones purring around his neck and one foot tapping against the metal frame of the bed. His eyes cut up to Billy’s, eyelashes sharp, soft. And Billy’s trying to breathe steady but the air inside his lungs comes out broken and arrhythmic.

Out. Out.

Out. Out. In.

Steve says fucking nothing. He just― moves. Slow. Fluid. Drags the chair with a metallic rasp along the cold-tiled floor. Limbs light. Dark hair like a waterfall. He leans in just so. Fingers long and careful. They brush Billy’s forearm. A quick touch. Featherlike. His skin goose bumps like in a paper cut.

And Billy’s body feels heavy. Numb. Anesthetized. He smells that warmth of Steve’s skin that’s always out of reach. That feeling of a dream blowing away like breeze between your fingers. A blink of sunbathe and sweet in the middle of all this barren purity.

And Billy’s drained. Of feeling like a flaccid shredded skin of what he used to be. Of bleach and surgical steel and the dry taste of antibiotics.

He fucking pleads for it, 

“Please?”

Steve nods. Licks his lips. His fingers hook into the hem of the blanket. Draws it down, the motion an eternity, and Billy’s―

Shaking. Toes curling against the bleached fabric of his sheets. His cock pulsing. Starvation wet at the tip. Can’t look but he can feel how it’s dripping down, spotting the sheets and,

Steve's voice breaks. He gasps “Billy―” swallows “Shh. It’s ok, Billy”

Blood rushesrushesrushes, stings like sunburn all along his chest. His stupid thighs are trembling. The worn out fabric of his hospital gown feels raw. Perfect. Against the hypersensitive skin of his cock. His hips buckle up. Like a convulsion.

Steve’s fingers brush his knee. Billy’s legs spread wide apart, eager. He feels bare. Exposed. Stupid. He needs this more than he’s ever needed anything in his fucking useless life and–

Steve’s fingers dare up. Dip under the hem of his gown. Run all along the inside of his thigh. Billy feels like fucking crying.

“Harrington. Steve―” his chest is heaving. Hollowing. He’s got no fucking idea what he’s trying to say “I. I―”

But Steve’s eyes slide up. His hand. Billy’s open thighs. Billy’s shame. His torso. Up. Up. To his eyes. And he gets off the chair to sit right by his side. Hips touching. Leans closer, then. Speaks so close words brush his open mouth. 

“Hey. It’s alright. I got you. C’mon, s’ alright”

His fingers wander up sensitive skin and need and lust. Like Billy barely remembers it. Famelic. Blind. And―

“FuckFuckFuuuck”

It’s a seizure. His body winds up tight, back arching up when Steve runs the back of his fingers all along the underside of his cock. The barest expression of touch. They slide at the tip, brush against that tender spot just right there where it feels so good it almost hurts. And Billy’s cock jerks. Pleasure like a cutting edge. Sharp. Silver-bright. His cock weeping precome and the sweet, heady tone of Steve’s ragged laugh burning hot, melting like sugar down his mouth.

“God, Hargrove, you ain’t gonna last shit ain’t ya?”

And Billy wants to lick it, taste it. Wants to cum all over it and then kiss the dirtiest mess out of that prettypretty mouth. Instead, he bites down a sob and a,

“Go fuck yourself”

But then Steve fists his cock. Heat so tender it’s unbearable. Pumps it like it’s a point he’s gotta make, milk the truth out of him. The head of Billy’s cock squeezing in and out the wrap of his fingers. Sliding. Each time delirium. Billy fucks into his hold, hips thrusting, and it’s osbcene, nasty. It feels like bone-deep intimacy and hysteria and magic and― 

Billy chokes out a breath. Hips spasming. Steve groans a ragged “C’mon,” lips blood-red and full and pretty. Billy grabs his arm. His nails dig into the tender meat. It’s involuntary.

He feels so close. So close. So close but―

“I don’t’ know if I. Can. I. Ah―Steveah―”

“You can” He slows down the rhythm. A sweet, honey-coated drag. “For me. Billy, for me. I wanna see ya. Billy I―”

Billy cums so hard he feels ripped apart. Hot. White. Wet. Messy. Cums like a fist in the mouth, like the first lick at candy. 

And Steve looks at him like it’s hurting him too. Between his legs. Where nobody’s touching him. Grins to the side. Mutters,

“Guess you’re not that broken, uh?” and his voice sounds like Billy feels. Shaken apart. Dangerously unsteady.

Billy can’t speak. Can barely move. Can’t stop looking at him. His mind white noise. Limbs weary. Not broken, maybe. But maybe something even worse.

Scarier.

.

Steve has to clean him off, after they both regain some composure. After― everything. Damp towel. Warm. Tender.

It’s pathetic.

It’s the softest thing he’s felt in days that too count in hundreds.

And Steve stays, afterwards. Sun setting. Gold melting in that fractured space where earth meets sky. Helps him lean up against the pillow when one of the nurses brings him the dinner tray. Sits there, with him, till he finishes.

Winks at him goodbye.

“Sleep tight, weirdo”

Billy stays awake all night.  

x.

One hundred and eighty.

What Billy does know now: it was the sleeping pills what were doing the trick. He can’t fall sleep by himself for fucks.

What Billy doesn’t: if his little stupid useless dick is actually cured, now. Brought back to life by the works and miracles of Hawkings King himself. If he’s been uncorked now, somehow. Emptied back to life.

His dick still feels sore and hypersensitive and wide awake and perfect one whole day after. The ghost of Steve’s hand an ever-present feeling, like it’s been imprinted into the ends of Billy’s nerves. He takes a deep breath. Thinks about Steve and cum spilling hot all over his belly like melting caramel, the kind of feeling that sticks to the tip of your tongue.

He wraps his hand around that thought and he―

He doesn’t dare.

x.

He was sure that would be it but,

It happens a second time.

The bathroom tiles are pure, pure, pure, the purest shade of white.

It’s shower time. Saturdays, Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. The shower heating up next to him in a heavy stream. And Billy’s still too weak. To walk. To exist. To fucking shower on his own. And usually there’s a nurse by his side but in one hundred and eighty six days you earn privileges. More so if you got that hair, those eyes, that smile. Not Billy of course. Steve. He gotta use them. Pale February light filtering in from the ceiling-high windows, casting shadows from his lashes, teeth movie-star perfect, eyes like starting a wildfire in this barren, glacial land.

The smile he puts to good use is one of those lopsided ones, the most dangerous kind he’s got. He’s leaning on his shoulder against the wall. Irresistible. Billy’s nurse sneaking glances at him like she really wishes she could, but knowing it’s pointless.

Because who can resist Steve Harrington?

“I can do it, if that’s alright?” Eyes round. Impeccable high-class education “Really. I promise I’ll call if we need anything”

He doesn’t even have to insist. The rightful heir to the throne Hawkins. The million dollar baby-boy.

So she leaves them alone with a timid smile and a bat of lashes and Billy’s heart feels like trapped in the very eye of the storm.

It beats, beats, beats, beats. Steve pushes off the wall. Gets closer and―

Traces down the curve of his shoulder, the touch feather-like, monstrous in the bare intimacy it carries. His breath on his skin the most real thing Billy’s felt in one hundred and eighty six. Days. Eighteen. Years. Forever.

Steve asks. “What do you need?” and Billy’s―

Naked. Exposed. Stripped out bare. He’s got a skin that barely covers him. It feels washed out. Frayed.

There’s no way he can hide himself from Steve.

No way he can hide how bad he wants those hands all over him and to never again feel this cold. No way he can hide how bad he wants the hard spray of the shower to cover them like a shelter, like so many times in those dreams he shouldn’t dream.

No way he can hide how bad he wants Steve. Always Steve.

The bathroom’s been getting warm and warm and warmer. Feels dream-like and intoxicating, dense with desire and shame and the tangible wetness of the steam, sweet like cotton-candy. Billy’s breathing in short, sharp inhales. It feels like drowning. Steve’s hand trails downwards― Billy’s waist and Billy’s hip, the curve of his belly. Steve’s eyes following the path his own hand trails across the clear drops of Billy’s perspiration.

“Billy you are―”And, for a second, they’re surviving on the same breath of air. And it’s not enough. It’s not enough. Because his head’s spinning and his lungs are hurting but―  “God, Billy you are―”

“Yeah” Burning. Dying. Pulsing. Needing. Billy is― “Yeah”

So hard he’s dizzy. Knees weak. Heart a machine gun.

Except it’s Steve who shoots him. Bullets for words.

“Ask me, Billy” he fucking riddles him “Tell me you want me to touch you”

One hundred and eighty six. Seven days, since Steve― And Billy’s got withdrawal syndrome. From feeling like this. From just feeling.

It comes out shattered into tiny little pieces.

“I want you to touch me”

Steve smiles that same smile. Soft. Loopsided. It’s a killer. He guides Billy’s arms around his neck, wraps one of his around Billy’s waist. Presses them flush, the dampness running down Billy’s skin seeping through his clothes and into his own body and―that smile, it feels even softer when Steve brushes it against his ear, makes blood rush hot to his cheeks when he hushes, tone low, rasp, fucking teasing,

“Ok, pretty boy” bordering on obscene, “Hold on fast”

And then he sneaks his hand in between Billy’s thighs, drawing up his fingertips and the blunt edges of his knuckles up the fine skin in there and then higher and higher up, cupping Billy’s balls in the palm of his hand, squeezing lightly and― Billy fucking shivers, teeth clenching hard, nails finding grip in the meat of Steve’s back. He feels dizzy and deadweight. Feels raw and out of his body, when Steve’s hand curls around his cock, his touch such a fucking relief, Billy’s knees almost giving out.

He holds onto Steve. Fast.

“Fuck, I―”

“Shhh, I told you. Told you I got you, didn’t I?”

Steve's hand moves like torture and balm and Billy― Billy can’t help himself. Buries his nose into the curve of his neck, hides himself in there, takes this safeness that Steve’s offering, that Steve’s giving to him. This pleasure and this warmth and this smell of him, sweet with sweat and life, like scented soap and sunlight. And Billy feels high, light-headed with how gut-wrenching real it all is.

He moans “Steve” breathless “Steve” lips on his pulse, on this unrestrained life of him, “Steve” because his mind is empty of any other word, only SteveSteveSteve, but Steve gets it and―

 “You’re close. You’re so close. Fuck, Billy. C’mon―”

Billy’s cock is weeping thick, long beads of precum. He can feel himself pulsing them out, drenching Steve’s hand. It’s lewd. Pornographic. Steve’s fingers sliding on his length. His fist squeezing the mess, shifting oh so slightly, oh so sweetly at the top, thumb rubbing that tender spot just below the head. And Billy’s holding so tight he might be drawing blood, making it soak out Steve’s neatly pressed blue shirt. He wouldn’t ever, ever scratch it from under his nails. Keep it as a reminder on this cold white still life painting. Of this feeling. This moment. Of Steve―

Running his teeth along Billy’s pulse. Harmless. In spite of how bad Billy wants him to bite.

“Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum for me again”

Babybabybaby. Billy’s heart can’t take it. It’s gonna burst out of his ribcage. Steve kisses his neck. A soft, loving thing. It’s what draws blood out of Billy like no bite would ever do. He cums so hard it’s blinding. In shocks. In thick, long ropes. Steve’s lips trail to his cheek, kisses it the sweetest “Baby”. It’s anything but harmless.

He leaves one last kiss on the corner of Billy’s mouth, thumb stroking his cheek, says,

“I’ll clean you up, ok? Just don’t let go yet”

Billy couldn’t even if he wanted to, his legs won’t hold him on.

And Steve does. Cleans him off under the forgotten stream of the shower. Gets himself all wet but doesn’t seem to care. Takes him to bed. Arranges the covers all around him and gives him that smile again. Then one that’s different. One Billy’s never seen before. One he’d give anything to see again.

“Are you ok?”

He nods the tiniest yes. He’s lying. And he’s not. Steve uses his privileges to stay way after past visiting hours. As he always does.

That night, Billy takes his sleeping pills. The water washes away most of the sourness of their flavor but not the acid coming up his throat with the burn of pity and the helplessness of how this is something he’s not meant to keep. Steve Harrington is not a weirdo, not the same way Billy is. This was the second time. There won’t be a third.

One hundred years pass until he finally falls asleep.

x.

―and eighty seven. Eighty eight. Eighty nine.

Sometimes, he thinks the emergency light over his door is trying to hypnotize him. He’s forgotten how it was not hurting. They won’t give him stronger sleeping pills.

So he finally surrenders and does. Try. Again.

Hips grinding against the rasp fabric of his pillow. Sweat running down his spine both from terror and need. His mind full of Steve. SteveSteveSteve. Full of that kiss right by his lips and baby. His mouth full of the how would it be, to let his knees give as they want to, get on them for him. Take him inside his mouth till he’s so full he’ll be barely breathing. He fucks hard into the matted stuffing. A wet finger down his ass doing what it shouldn’t and―

Two. Three in the morning. He tries. God he tries. But can’t finish it.

He falls sleep to the magnetic feel of the veins of his cock pulsing back into emptiness and the drying stickiness of precum and sweat. The unsatisfied stink of sex fading out in his pillow.

He feels broken beyond repair. Tries, but doesn’t remember ever feeling different.

If the nurses notice anything in the morning they just zip it, and Billy buries his face in the familiar smell of bleach of his new sheets and wishes it would strip out all this shame, and all this starved desire too.

x.

Steve’s comes back on the one hundred and ninety, one hundred and ninety two. He doesn’t touch him again. Billy doesn’t ask him to.

And they might have been doing the trick before but― his sleeping pills do absolutely nothing.

x.

On the two hundred and two, he loses it.

Or, at least, he thinks he does. It’s white tiles and then it’s blood running down the wall, dripping on the floor. His knuckles look violet and black and broken. On the big, round clock on the wall, twenty four minutes are missing. They’re wiped out of Billy’s memory too.

It’s three o’clock in the morning.

This time, they increase the dose.

x.

“Do they hurt?”

Two hundred and five. Steve answers himself before Billy can even look up at him, exhausted as he is from lying on this bed, from antibiotics and wearing-off sedatives. Avoids his eyes when Billy does, shaking his head towards nothing.

“Forget it I― of course they do”

But it’s already been three days of cures and anesthesia and they―

“No. They― they’re numb. I can barely feel them”

Steve’s eyes trail off to the window. They stay in there.

“That’s good. I guess I―” His teeth catch his lower lip. Sink in. Release it. Do it all again. Looks like some tiny, peripheral punishment. It’s bright red when he finally stops “That’s good”

“Steve wh―”

“Listen” He says. Then says nothing at all and―

Right there. On that chair. In the middle of Billy’s recurrent nightmare, sun melting around the wild crown of his hair, framed like a masterpiece by the peeling window pane, Steve looks like everything Billy’s ever wanted, like everything he can’t reach out for with his damaged hands.

He treasures him, commits him to memory, golden and beautiful, right then and there, because when Steve does finally speak, he sounds like everything’s about to change.

“I’m sorry I― did what I did. I didn’t want to hurt you”

Steve― Billy could hear him talk, those first weeks. Heard him in between dreams. Heard him call him an asshole, a piece of shit. Could hear him whispering next to his bed, hours and hours sat down in that chair while Billy hadn’t still woken up, not really. ‘Max needs you to come back, so fucking do’ and ‘If you don’t and don’t give me the rematch, you’ll be a fucking chicken, Hargrove’ and ‘I swear I’ll piss on your goddam grave if you don’t’.

Steve’s spent with him all the two hundred and forty-two days that have passed since they took him to this cold, lonely, creepy hospital wing in the colder, lonelier, creepier Hawkins Laboratory, one way or another. On that chair, on his mind, on his heart. Everywhere. King of every single corner of Billy’s mind so―

Billy doesn’t get what the fuck he’s talking about.

He frowns, too weak still, too groggy, to do anything more than that and rasp out a,

“I don’t like, enjoy seeing your stupid face almost every frikin’ day, Harrington, but it ain’t like, it’s actually hurting me I―”

“I. Touched you. And you―” Steve’s tone hitches up, teeth back on his lip and he shouldn’t, shouldn’t be the one biting it “Maybe you didn’t want me to. Not really, because you’re―here and you’re probably― And I. I wanted to. But maybe you didn’t and I― I was the one who. Started it and I―”

“What? No. Don’t―no” suddenly, Billy feels fully awake. Shook out of lethargy. Because Steve can’t think― can’t really think “It wasn’t you. Doesn’t have to do anything with you at least no― not because you. Touched me” he takes a deep breath. Looks Steve in the eye, hard as it is, he does it “I hurt myself, pretty boy, not you”

And it might work because those eyes of his, they always, always speak, once you learn to understand their language.  His smile deepens at the corner, dimples blooming like the first of May. Billy wants to get up and soothe the red out that bitten mouth of his.

Steve nods. Once, twice.

“Then why?” he asks, voice hushed and hesitant.

Billy’s heart ignites, pumps shame and fear and adrenaline. The whiteness of the room feeds on the warm golden of the day, it latches on it, devours it. Billy feels both shaken and numb.

“’Cause I thought” he starts. Pauses. He’s got to tear the truth out of him. Open and infected as it feels, the worst of his wounds. Raw and bleeding “I thought they’d fix me. I hoped they’d fix me but― It’s been two hundred and five fucking days and I can barely― do anything I can’t even― I―”

It’s the quietest thing. Slow motion. Steve gets up from that chair, sun blinding. Pulls down Billy’s sheets and his weight dips the mattress, as he lays right next to him and it’s suddenly― mind-blowing, intoxicating, all this life radiating out of him. His warmth, his smell, the heaviness of his presence, that heart-stopping way their foreheads are brushing when he gets real, real close.

Steve pulls the sheets back up.

Brings them over their heads. Reduces the whole universe to this: their breaths mingling, just millimeters apart, the light bump of their knees, his voice the kind of caress that’s water under the desert sun, his face lit up in velvet-like white through the thin fabric.

 “What. You can’t even what, Billy”

“I can’t. I still can’t even―” shame. Washes over him. Like a wave, like a starving ocean “Make it work. Not if you don’t touch me”

Steve smiles, fingertips ghosting over his temple, trailing up to his hairline.

“So? Does it really matter? If I wanna do it again? If I want to touch you?”

On him, this alien, unnatural white, looks like the warmest of colors.

“Steve―”

Steve’s hand, it trails down now. Over his paper-thin chest, over millions of invisible scars. It finds its way under the hem of Billy’s gown and into that place between his legs where Billy’s starting to feel wet and hot and heavy.

“Uhm?”

He sighs, full body and shaking, when Steve wraps his hand around him. It feels like relief. Like his skin’s been wantingwantingwanting. Missing.  When Steve stars stroking him. Coaxing pleasure out of him but―

Billy grabs his wrist. Makes him stop. Didn't even realize his eyes had closed when he blinks them open and Steve’s looking back at him with that same worry from before back on his face.

“You don’t have to. If you’re doing this for pity you don’t have to―”

 “Hargrove” Steve cuts him off. Smiles at him. Presses closer. Makes his heart run so fast it trips on its own beat. “You ain’t been fucking listening, uh?. I said I wanted to” but he― he stops touching him. Makes him moan at the loss when he lets go. “’C’mon, lemme show you” and Billy― his fingers feel barb-wired around Steve’s wrists but he. Lets go. Fingers brushing as Steve switches sides. His finger drawing a light caress upon the pulse on Billy’s wrist, right above the bandage, then curling back around it. He guides Billy’s hand like this, still clutching at him, to in between his own legs and then he―

“Touch me” says, breath hitching up, carrying Billy’s with it “’C’mon. Touch me” and Billy inhales. Deep. Fights the fear circling in his gut and―

“Steve”

Steve’s hard. So hard Billy can feel the way heat throbs, under the thick fabric of his jeans. Pre seeping through with the sweet wetness of it. And he doesn’t but he wants to, touch him. Move his hand and make Steve feel so good as he’s made him feel. His hand feels like crying with the raw desperation of it.

“Does it feel like I don’t want to? Does it feel like pity to you?”

Billy swallows.

“No”

“Say it again”

“No”

“Now what you ain’t saying”

And Billy. Billy says it. Says it with a moan that splits him in two, when Steve rolls his hips into the palm of his hand. Says it with the way his breath breaks out of control when Steve’s lips brush against his. Says it with the way wetness weeps down the inside of his thighs. The way his whole body aches for sliding his finger back where it shouldn’t, open himself up to make space for Steve.

Asks, for it.

“I wanna touch you”

 “Ok” Steve nods against his lips and Billy bites his own not to bite him. But it’s Steve who catches his mouth. Who sinks his teeth into him. Who licks at his tongue like he’s the one who’s spent his whole life this hungry and―

Eighteen years. One hundred and forty-two days. He’s survived them. But it’s Steve who destroys him, somehow, right in this moment.

“Ok, baby. Ok. I want you to. I want you to, too”

Somehow, it’s Steve who stitches him back together again.

He unbuttons his jeans. Pulls them to his knees. Lets Billy touch him. And Billy―

Billy never thought it’d feel like this.

Touching another boy. Touching Steve.

He’s as hard as Billy is. Soft like silk against his palm. And it’s electric, when Steve reacts to it. When his voice bleeds into a cry. When he begs his name “Billy, please. Fuck, Billy, please”. When he sucks his tongue and grinds into his hand. Uncoordinated. Almost erratic. Like he’s so hungry for it. Like he’s so desperate.

“Fuck. Come ‘ere” Steve pants, and his palm feels soft and so big, curving along the small of Billy’s back. And Billy can’t even―breathe. When their cocks bump together and then slide. Skin on skin. A burn between their bodies Billy wants to forever grind himself against. And then, for a long, long moment, it’s like he’s been narrowed to this and only this: their heated bodies sticking to the white sheets, breaths becoming shallow, lips and hot spit and tongues and Billy’s teeth catching Steve’s lips until―

“Tell me. How much of a weirdo can I be?” Steve pants, sweat hot and sticky on their foreheads, and under the minuscule igloo of his hospital sheets, Billy feels like he’s suddenly breathing fire.

“All you want” he says, feels his own heartbeat in his throat, loud and heavy.

Steve brings his fingers to his mouth. Waits till Billy opens it. Sinks two of them into it. Three.  When Billy opens wider. “Get them all nice and wet for me, baby” Steve whispers, babybabybaby eyes fixed on him, cock dragging against his. And it’s a famelic kind of need, this one Billy feels. The pull to get filledfilledfilled. He swallows around Steve’s fingers, trying to get them deeper, his eyes watering with how stuffed they feel inside his mouth. Chokes out a cry when Steve takes them out, shhs him, kissing him brief before offering the palm of his hand for him to lick. And he tastes like salt and anticipation and like Billy, like the way they’re both aching between their legs.

Steve brings his hand down. Wraps it around the head of their two cocks. Strokes them together and it’s― fuck. It’s like nothing, nothing Billy’s ever felt. Because he knew, the moment he laid eyes on Steve. That it would forever haunt him: the possibility of Steve’s touch. The absence of it. This recurrent dream about how his name would taste on Steve’s lips and he’s got it. Right here and now. Everything. Everything.

Steve arches his neck backwards, moans at that same touch. Cries out at the feel of Billy’s teeth on his throat.

Everything.

Says:

“Billy I― Billy I want―”

“Yeah?”

Steve’s hand works them faster and the feeling cuts through him, the exhilaration of being on knife’s edge, so close he can taste it. He tangles his bandaged hand in Steve’s hair, brings his mouth back. Wants to never stop kissing him. And Steve laughs, gasps. Feeds on Billy’s breath.

“I want to get you out of this fucking place. I want―” Hips thrusting, rhythm crooked. His hand slick and perfect, slippery with saliva and precum “Want us to make the biggest mess out of my bed.  And I want you to stay, Billy. With me. ‘Cause I can’t stay with you in here and I― I wanna―”

Billy kisses and kisses and kisses him. Because in Steve’s words there’s no pity. There’s no shame.

“I wanna touch you. Like this like― everything, Billy. Every way I can”

And then he kisses him back, and kisses him back, and kisses him back. Keeps on touching him like nobody else’s ever before. In all those ways nobody’s ever before. And his body, his wasted, broken body, feels like it’s blooming under Steve’s touch, feels as if life is something you can caress into somebody's skin, kiss into somebody’s lips. Steve breathes life into his lungs and Billy’s there, right there. Alive inside his own body since longer than he can remember and then. Steve says it again, Baby, like a spell, “Baby. ‘Cmon, baby, I know you’re right there” licks it into Billy’s mouth. “I want to feel you. Billy, baby” Makes him shiver with it. Draws him closer to the edge “I want you to cum all over me, please, baby, please” and Billy’s moaning, fucking into Steve’s fist, cumming with his nails dug deep into Steve’s back and sobbing into his mouth and Steve’s cumming too, hot and thick and filthy and fucking perfect, making a mess of Billy’s impeccably pure bedding, of all the stupid shit plaguing Billy’s head, making him feel like it really doesn’t fucking matter, how broken he might be, how beyond repair, if he’s got Steve’s hands to hold him like this, whisper sweet nothings into his ear, just like this. Call him baby. Keep all his pieces close together with all the care in the world, like they’re more than enough, for him.

“I wanna be with you, too” he whispers, his palm spread down the back of his neck, lips on his. Right at this moment, Billy feels like he ain’t ever gonna be able to let go of him “Steve. Fuck—you. You got no idea―”

“But I do. God, Billy I do” Steve breathes out a tiny laugh, it tastes like sunlight on his lips “I’ve been counting the days. Till you woke up and then. Till maybe one day I could. Kiss you. I could. Touch you like this” he reaches out to trace the shape of Billy’s mouth with his fingertips “I’ll count them to that day you’ll come with me, now”

Billy kisses him and kisses him and kisses him. There’s nothing else he can do. Nothing else he wants to ever do. Somewhere outside the daylight-white of their little fortress of sheets, the emergency light above the door of his room flickers, the clock on the wall ticks its way to two hundred and six. When the night nurse comes to check on him, Steve earns himself a pass to stay way, way beyond visiting hours. 

“He fell asleep on me. Don’t wanna wake him up” he whispers, and Billy knows it was that smile that did the trick when the door clicks close one second later.

“I’m not” Billy mumbles into his chest, his voice dense and drowsy. Can't remember ever feeling so warm.

“But you’re about to, baby” Steve laughs softly into his ear and―

Billy burrows against him and sighs, not giving him the satisfaction to hear what Billy already knows: he’s gonna be the best sleeping pill Billy’s ever had.

Two hundred and six days after Billy woke up, he falls asleep in Steve’s arms.

[silverstonesainz-archive]

wait can I… may I… 🫧firsts with mick🫣🫶 (thank you always for providing)

mick, my beloved. excuse me while i lose my MIND over this. your first _____ w mick would go like:

date: karting. he would take you to those fun indoor track, with cushioning everywhere and a fairly easy track to do. but you guys would spend hours there, your competitive side getting the best of you because you would not rest until you beat him. and then after, he'd take you out to ice cream, because what better way to celebrate your one win and his 6 by sharing an ice cream sundae??

kiss: it happened after your third date. you were walking hand in hand after dinner, a serious debate about something you can't even remember. mick didn't say much, he preferred to listen to you speak. you don't notice the small smile on his face, the little dimples on his cheeks while you ramble on and on. and then he pulls you to a stop under a lamp post by his car, tugging you into his chest. "do you ever stop talking?" he asks playfully. "mmm, not unless you stop me no." he grins widely, a soft rumble in his chest as he chuckles. you're about to speak again when he leans in and kisses you. and for the first time that night, you were speechless.

time ;): it happened after a night at the bar. there wasn't much drinking involved, but there was a lot of dancing. lots of your back pressed to his front, lots of wandering hands, lots of moments he wanted to pull you into the bathroom and take you right there. but you make it to his apartment, barely going past the front door before he attacks you with kisses. the moment was filled with nose bumping, teeth clashing, and a lot of giggles but god was it perfect.

fight: he didn't like you going out without him. he would never stop you, but he did express that it made him uncomfortable. it comes from a place of worry really, because he always wanted to be around to protect you. as care free as that boy might seem, he was very protective of you. and in the beginning, it was a lot of butting heads, so much so that it did eventually result in you going out with your phone turned off and mick pacing his apartment just hoping you would return his calls. it was pretty nasty, with you calling him psycho and not giving you freedom. but as he waited for your call, he wasn't even mad he just wanted to know you were alright. and you were. you were drunk, but also sane enough to make it to his front door. the next morning you both managed to talk it out and find a happy medium which did allow you to be out without him while still giving him peace of mind.

saying 'i love you': another case of you wont stop talking. it was post race, and you were going off about something you didn't particularly agree with, in terms of how the team handled his race. once again mick was left listening, a smile on his face as you speak passionately about something he loves so much. and as you wrap up your thoughts, you look up at him and ask "well what do you think?" "I think i love you."

meeting his family: you meet corinna and gina in texas on the ranch. it was a last minute trip, mick wanting to surprise the only other important women in his life. you were in shambles on the plane, begging mick to give you ten minutes to make yourself look a little more presentable but he said you looked fine and dragged you all the way to the ranch straight from the airport. but needless to say, the two women loved you very much. and michael... you met him on mick's birthday. he smiled at you, and that was enough to bring mick to tears.

meeting your family: you were having him over for a family dinner. it was a rare occasion, with you and your siblings spread out across the world for most of the year. but for the first time you were all back in your home town and you couldn't think of a better time to introduce your boyfriend to your family. he was nervous, but he settled in with the crowd easily. they asked him question after question, until you were begging them to stop and eat.

[kyratittyfish]

Follow the White Rabbit

Summary: After surviving the Suicide Mission, Joker discovers a new fluffy addition to Commander's Shepard crew. Notes: This piece was inspired by a challenge. The assignment was to write a hurt/comfort fic featuring a bunny, and using at least two of the following prompts, quotes or words: - Earth - It’s over - “Will you hold me? I feel fragile” - “Look at this mess! Why me? What did I do? I’m a nobody, I haven’t done anything, anything!” - BONUS: “Follow the White Rabbit” I ended up using Earth and It's over in the story, and Follow the White Rabbit as title. Hope you enjoy it! Read on: Ao3

Big dark brown eyes stared at Joker through thin, silvery metal bars. He squinted at the creature, who looked back at him and crinkled its pink nose. 

“Is that… a bunny? Really, Shepard?”

“Hmm?” Shepard hummed from her couch, taken by surprise by the sudden break in silence. She’d been hunched over her datapad for the better part of the last three hours, compiling report after report, putting numbers and data together, trying to make sense of what she’d seen beyond the Omega relay. Of what they’d all seen. 

“You have a bunny. In your cabin. On a spaceship,” Joker repeated. He tentatively tucked a finger through the bars of the cage. “It won’t bite my finger off, right?”

“Oh, I’d be careful if I were you.” Shepard’s voice was a soft hum in his ear, and this time he was the one to startle. How was the woman so sneaky? Granted, she was an infiltrator… but she’d just come out of a supposed suicide mission and her body carried all the bruises and aches to prove it. Hell, getting out of his chair and on his two feet had required him a good amount of grunts, hisses, and grinded teeth, and he had spent the whole fight sitting at the helm! “He’s got nasty, big, pointy teeth.”

He was almost sure Shepard was messing with him, but he pulled his hand away just in case. 

“So, what’s the little fluffer’s name?” Joker asked. Her mouth opened slightly as if about to give him an answer and a hint of white teeth flashed through her bruised lips. 

“I…” her voice faltered, and she tore her gaze away, looking down at her boots that laid abandoned on the floor in one corner of her cabin. “I don’t know.”

“You mean… you forgot?” He turned around to face her, the sudden movement sending jolts of pain through… well, through most of his sore body. He gingerly massaged his left shoulder, wincing as his fingers slid over a particularly tender spot on his collarbone. It was probably one of the few stress fractures EDI had warned him about. Painful, but nothing life-threatening, and definitely something that could wait until the more seriously injured members of the crew had been tended to. “Shit, Shepard, have you told Chakwas? Cause with how hard you hit your head when you jumped into the airlock, you probably got yourself a concuss…”

“No! No, I didn’t forget her name!” She interrupted him. “I never knew it in the first place.”

“Well, most pets don’t have a name before you adopt them. I didn’t have a name when my folks adopted me. Granted, I was like, two hours old, and they didn’t find me at a pet store, but still.”

He expected her to roll her eyes, but her eyes remained firmly planted on the bulkhead next to her extravagant aquarium. 

“I didn’t get her from a shop.”

“You… found her in a cloning tank? Used your Spectre superpower to turn The Illusive Ass into a bunny? Please tell me you didn’t steal her from an orphanage.”

She had to give him at least a giggle now, didn’t she?

When her eyes met his, her gaze was watery and distant.

“I got her on Horizon the day we… the day the Collectors abducted half the colony. I found her in an empty house, her owners had been taken, I saw those… monsters carrying them away in a pod. She had nobody left to take care of her, so I took her with me, promised her I’d keep her safe until I found her people and I brought them back home.”

She closed her eyes. A solitary tear rolled down the side of her nose, disappearing when it met the strip of white gauze covering the gash on her left cheek.  

Silence fell upon them, broken only by the soft hum of the Normandy’s drive core. It felt heavy like a lead curtain, wordlessly eloquent.

She’d held true to her promise in a way- she’d found the colonists. All of them, neatly lined up in their pods, alongside enough empty vessels to hold the entire population of Earth. Asleep, paralyzed, alive.

And then the unthinkable had happened. 

Helplessly, she had to watch them as they were turned into liquid horror, one by one, awake and screaming, banging their fists against the inside of their pods, begging her to save them. 

She’d kicked the pods, lunged at them, she’d even tried shooting the glass to at least give them a merciful death instead of that atrocious agony… But nothing had worked. 

They were already dead the moment the swarm found them. 

“I never gave her a name, cause she already has one. But now …” She took a deep breath and slowly shook her head, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her perceived guilt. “Now there’s no one left to say it.” 

Shit. 

He hung his head low and leaned against Shepard’s desk, letting the hard surface take some weight off his legs. The muscles in his right calf were cramping like crazy. He pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing his mind off the trembling ache.

“Shepard…”

She raised her hand, cutting him short before he could think of anything to say. He was glad she did – empty words and clichés disgusted him, and he was sure she despised them too.

“There’s nothing I could have done, I know that. It doesn’t make it any better.” She sighed, and he felt the tabletop bow under her weight as she perched on top of it. 

“Yeah. It sucks.”

Understatement of the year, Moreau, but what else could he say that she didn’t know already? They were both soldiers. The bittersweet aftertaste of the price of victory lingered at the back of their throats, and when they closed their eyes, the faces they saw were different, but their expressions of horror and blame were always the same. 

He could still hear Kelly’s pleading screams as a scion dragged her away, feel the powerlessness he’d felt as the gunfire covered her cries. 

He closed his eyes and swallowed bile-flavored spit and a mouthful of guilt. 

The crew is alive. Kelly is alive. We got them back.

He exhaled a long, shaky breath.

Still, it sucks.

“Yep,” she agreed. “It does.”

She scuttled closer until her hip grazed against his side. His muscles tensed for an instant, his instinctive defensiveness taking over until he consciously relaxed. 

Joker probably imagined the soft warmth that radiated from her body, permeating through the layers of their clothes, expanding over his skin to soothe the aches in his ribs and legs and heart, but it felt nice nonetheless. 

He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep that pleasant heat from fading away.

“But, hey,” Shepard’s soft voice broke the silence. “It’s over now.” Her smile was hesitant at first, but when he smirked too, it spread over her features, carving dimples over her cheeks and painting her skin a warm pink under the gauze and medigel plaster. 

“We did it,” he whispered incredulously. “Holy fucking shit, we did it.” 

Shepard stared deep into his eyes, icy blue shining bright against the purple tones of her bruised brow. 

“We made it,” she echoed him.

“We kicked the Collectors’ bug-like asses into the next plane of existence!” Joker’s voice raised by an octave, hilarity seeping into his tone until his words melted into a stream of hysterical giggles. 

She mirrored his chuckles, and soon they were both curled in half, hands pressed over their stomachs and tears rolling down their cheeks, unable to stop the fits of maniacal laughter.

Joker’s ribs and shoulder made sure to scream their complaints with every breath and cackle, but he didn’t care. Not when Shepard’s fingers found their way to his hand and gently curled around his palm. Not when her touch sent an adrenaline rush to his heart and brain, her thumb rubbing circles over his skin, caressing his knuckles, softly tickling the inside of his wrist. 

It wasn’t clear who moved first to close the distance between them, whose lips searched for the other’s mouth, whose giggles were the first to die, suffocated by the tenderness of a kiss a long time coming. 

It felt instinctual, and just so intrinsically right, for Joker to close his eyes and let her tongue dance around his. She tasted like cinnamon and stardust, inebriating like asari sweet wine, enchanting like a spell.

His free hand reached for her lower back, and he pushed down slightly to pull her even closer to himself. She readily obliged, and her fingers found their way under his hat and into the dishevelled mess of his hair. 

When she broke the kiss for air, he didn’t dare open his eyes. Would he see regret contorting her features if he did? Or even worse, pity?

Adrenaline’s one hell of a drug, makes you do the stupidest things. Like making out with the smart-ass cripple.

He cautiously half-raised one lid and let out a slow breath, feeling relief spread over his body as he spied her studying his face, with her chin tilted slightly to one side and a fond smile curling up the corners of her lips.

She cupped his face in one palm and nuzzled her thumb over his lower lip. Her touch was so delicate, it almost felt unreal. He held her gaze as he kissed her fingertip, then she moved on to his cheekbones and his brow, gently caressing his skin as her digits explored his features and her eyes – so soft, so tender – took him in. 

“Am I dreaming?” Joker asked when Shepard ran her fingers through his hair. She started from his temples and brushed her way to his nape. With every circle her fingertips drew on his scalp, pleasant chills ran down Joker’s neck and spine. “Did we die and go to heaven? There’s a surprising lack of asari dancers if we did.”

She chuckled and massaged the back of his head. 

“Nah, I’m pretty sure we made it back alive from the Omega 4 relay.”

He tilted his head back and purred when she moved her hand to scratch under his chin. As her fingers played with his beard, his whole body felt seconds away from melting into a shapeless puddle of love-struck pilot, a weightless feeling that reminded him of the hours he spent training in zero-g, back in flight school. 

The lack of a drill instructor screaming profanities in his earpiece made the experience orders of magnitude more pleasant, though. 

A soft snoring noise coming from the bunny’s cage cut Joker’s elated mind trip short. 

Shepard’s brows furrowed at his sudden change in facial expression. He held up a finger and silently grinned when her eyes widened and her lips curled into an awed smile. 

“So… somebody feels at home in your cabin,” Joker said, tilting his chin towards the rabbit’s enclosure. And I totally mean the rodent, not the helmsman about to puke butterflies right on your lap. “I guess it’s safe to say the bunny’s here to stay. The latest addition to Commander Shepard’s fabled zoo.”

“Hey!” She protested. Her smirk, however, betrayed her amusement so he shook his head, gave himself an aura of gravity, and continued his mock tirade.

“Honestly, you should advertise it. Hand out little posters and have people pay a few hundred credits to see your collection of sentient oddities. Maybe warn them about the high chance of dismemberment first.”

“Come on, the worst that happened onboard has been a busted lip when Horton had the bright idea to steal Jack’s breakfast.”

“At least this time it’s a bunny instead of a baby krogan using shotguns and head stomping to cope with his teenage angst.”

“Or a varren,” she interjected.

“See, now you’re just proving my point.”

He felt a swell of pride when she buried her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Well,” she said after a few moments, “I think it’s safe to say we got ourselves a bunny. We should give her a name, don’t you think?”

“Uh, sure.” He answered absent-mindedly, his mind still reliving every detail of their kiss. It took a moment for her words to fully register in his brain. “Wait… we?”

Shepard simply shrugged, a half-smile turning her cheeks red as she held his gaze. He squinted at her, then at the bunny, then his eyes widened as realization hit him. 

“Are you… offering co-parentship on the bunny, Shepard?”

“Well, I seem to remember you flew me to Horizon the day I brought her here. It’s only fair that you get parental rights,” she said, trying to sound casual. The pitch of her voice, ever so slightly higher than usual, betrayed her nervousness. “If you want to, of course.”

He suppressed a fit of giggles and the urge to pinch his arm. This all felt surreal… Commander Shepard kissing him and asking him to adopt a rabbit with her? No way. He’d had more realistic visions while coming out of anesthesia, and that included the time he fully believed he was the first pyjack to win a cooking competition. 

But… If there was a chance, a one-in-a-million possibility that this wasn’t just one of his wildest dreams, he wasn’t going to screw it up. So, he put on his best ‘how dare you’ face and played along to the fantasy.

“I’m not gonna be a deadbeat bunny-dad, Shepard. As long as she doesn’t bite.”

Her laughter as she reassured him that no, the yet-unnamed bunny would never chew his finger off, finally convinced him that he wasn’t dreaming. As vivid as his imagination was, his mind could never conceive a sound so sweet and musical.

[robert-sims]

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24 EMERGENCY

TW:

”She just came in and collapsed. She has a wound on her abdomen. Looks like a stab wound to me,” one of the doctors observes.

“She’s lost at least 20% of her blood. I’d say there are signs of internal bleeding,” another concludes.

The rolling medical bed is carted at a high speed down the hall. Addison huffs, terrified. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her head at any moment. She cries, clutching her stomach.

“Either way those stitches need to be removed and replaced, we might as well poke around in there.”

Addison’s mind reels. She feels like she could pass out. Everything is so fast. Everything is too slow. Her hands twitch, nerves on fire. A hand encircles one of hers.

Hazel rubs her friends hand with a soothing thumb, a tear falling down her cheek. What has happened? How could she be reduced to this?

“We’ll prep her for surgery. Administer fluids and painkillers.”

Addi knows that word. Her eyes shoot open as she fights to get up. “No! I-I don’t want it!” She claws at the medical personnel on the sides of her bed. They snatch up her wrists, holding her down. A frantic state falls over Addi. She cries out. “I don’t w-want it!”

“Someone get a next of kin on the phone. She won’t survive if we don’t do this soon. She’s obviously not in a state to decide for herself.”

Hazel whips out her phone, dialing Emily, Addison’s mother. She picks up after a few rings. “Hello?” She sounds like she’s been sleeping.

“Addison is here,” Hazel pants. Addi yells, fighting the doctors.

“What?”

“She’s here and she’s in bad shape. She won’t accept any of the treatments and she’s fighting her doctors.”

“Why won’t she? How did she get there?” Emily’s voice is frantic.

“Something has happened to her, Em. She’s not the same.”

A long pause follows. “What do I need to do?”

“We need permission from a next of kin to operate.”

A sigh comes from over the phone as the bed is wheeled into a prep room. “Jesus Christ, Hazel. Where has she been?”

“I-.” Hazel looks over Addison. She has her teeth bared, pushing the doctors away. She’s terrified. “I don’t know.”

“We’ve been looking for months, where-.” Emily’s voice cracks. She’s on the verge of tears. Deep breaths can be heard. “Get her into an operating room and save her life. By whatever means necessary.”

“Get here as soon as possible, please.” Hazel hangs up the phone. “We have permission from the mother.”

The lead doctor, a tall man with a thick beard and rough hands, looks around at his team. “I want tests run as soon as possible. I need restraints on her and painkillers in her fluids. Now.”

The nurses get to work. Hazel helps one of them wrap the soft cuffs around Addison’s limbs. She screams the whole while. Her skin is rough. It sags against her bones. It’s almost too unbearable to look at her. The nurses draw the curtains and replace her hospital gown, packing a nasty wound on her stomach. Addison screams. Scars cover her. Blood is caked on her fingers.

One of the nurses come with a needle kit. She holds up the catheter, checking the size. Addi spots it. She howls louder, her eyes wide with fear. Hazel grabs her hand, trying her best to soothe her. “Easy, easy, easy. Look at me, Addison.”

Addi stares at her for a brief second in panicked confusion. “N-no! Please!” She begs.

“Addi, it’s me. It’s Hazel.”

“Get away from m-me! Get away!”

She acts as if she’s never seen Hazel in her life. “Look at me. Please.”

“I don’t w-want the drugs. P-please don’t do it. I’ve been good!” She yells. Her crazed eyes lock onto Hazel’s. “I’ve been good! I p-promise I’ve been good!”

Something terrible has happened to her. Hazel can’t imagine what but Addi doesn’t seem to know who she is. Hazel snatches Addi’s arm, aiding the nurse in keeping her still for the needle. Addi thrashes more. “Calm down! We’re trying to help you!”

“No!”

The needle slide in and the flash of blood indicates it has gone into a vein. “Fluids and painkillers now!” Hazel yells. Another nurse rushes in with the fluids, connecting the tube and hanging it up. “Someone get me a sedative,” Hazel orders.

“Please. N-no, please.” Addi’s eyes plead with her. She’s terrified. “No more, please.”

She’s handed a syringe, which she injects into the bag. A blood-curdling cry escapes Addi’s mouth. In a moment, she stops fighting. She huffs, panting. She knows the battle is won. And not by her.

“You’ll feel better, Addi. Just give it a moment.”

“P-please. Get away from m-me.”

“You’re okay, deep breaths.”

Addi becomes more calm and tired. She lazily scans the room. The fear leaves her eyes. She moans a bit but besides that, she doesn’t utter a sound. She has surrendered to it.

All Hazel can think of is a question. What happened to Addison?

[izarblack]

Pardon mistakes I am doing this by phone and not by laptop or PC, thank you 💖

-Time Skip-

∆ Years before it all began ∆

CHAPTER FIVE

Ten years have come and gone since that fateful day. The most notable change in was the war that occurred five years after V'atillia's death. The Garleans invaded Kugane and Ala Mhigo and they fell to the might of their magitek armies. Ishgard abandoned the rest of the Eorzean leaders and returned to their ancestral homelands. Where the war with the dragons still raged on.

Few stayed behind tho, those like Nunoux who couldn't and wouldn't abandon the people they knew to their fates. However, because of the location in which they lived there, was under threat Nunoux had herded the people and fled. Not wanting to lose anyone to the armies of the Garlean Empire. Thus, they became a nomadic group to try and survive. It was rough on all of them, save Izar. Izar flourished in that environment.

Izar at first had an extremely rough start after the passing of his mother, V'atillia. He often fought with the other kids, who didn't understand why Izar's eyes were the way they were or what happened to his parents. Since, he refused to talk about them people just assumed he was abandoned. Nunoux often had to break up the fights along with some of the ex soldiers who also knew of Izar's back ground.

Over the course of time however, Izar began to calm down. He ignored the taunts and jabs made at his own expense and became quiet and more observant of others behavior. He also picked up his training more so than usual. After his mother's passing he'd done training just to distract himself. However, lately he did it for other reasons. He wanted to be useful and so he started to spar with Nunoux and some of the ex soldiers.

Today was no different, "Izar you're doing great. There is barely any need for improvement now."

A smile slid across his features as he looked at his Foster Father, "Then how about you say we step this up a notch then?"

"If you think you're up for the task, then have at the."

With that Izar lept into action, his sword arched in an upward fashion. The sound of metal against metal filled the air before sparks went flying as Izar tilted his blade slightly before roughly swinging his blade along the edge of Nunoux's blade. Forcing the Elezen to adjust his grip or risk losing his sword.

Nunoux was in complete concentration mode after a while. Izar's blade strikes were powerful and precise. As the sparring match drug on Izar got a bit to sure of himself.

Before they knew it, one of Nunoux's moves threw Izar off balance as his sword arched in a downward slash. In a ditch effort to stop the descending blade, he was able to successfully keep the blade from gouging his I eye out by letting himself fall backwards. Instead the tip of the blade left a long angry scar from slightly above his brow to just above his jawline, on the right side of his face.

Nunoux dropped his sword and started to freak out. He hadn't wanted to hurt Izar. A few of their watchful bystanders jumped into action. Taking up emergency medical supplies to bandage up the wound and stop the bleeding.

"Izar!... By Rhalgr... Are you alright?" Panic laced his voice as he tried to staunch the bleeding.

"That is a silly question Nunoux, the boy is literally bleeding," R'ana clicked her tounge at him.

"It missed my eye," Izar gritted his teeth but did not cry out in pain. "My fall kept that from happening, but I still got a pretty nasty hit to my face... It's okay Nunoux... This was my fault... I got to cocky. Lesson learned... I just need to not get to overconfident and keep myself calmer," He flinched as the silent Hrothgar soldier applied a disinfectant to the wound.

"How does it look, Orlin?" R'ana asked.

A humming murr left him in a sigh, "It will scar. Unfortunately, it was deep yet, Izar was right... It missed his eye but not his eyelid. That to will scar." He dabbed more disinfectant on the wound.

After a bit more dabbing, he applyed a herb soaked bandage to that side of Izar's face. Then he carefully wrapped that side of his head to keep the wound from getting infected.

"You will need too have myself or R'ana to help take care of your bandages from time to time. Lets see," He hummed in thought as he puts the medical supplies away. "Every three to four hours for the next twenty-four hours will be ideal. After that we can stretch the time and hope the bandages allow for good healing and don't rip the healing skin open when removing the bandages."

Izar glanced at Nunoux who was rather pale and looked extremely guilty. He knew the man was still blaming himself. He let out a sigh, sure it hurt but the pain was nothing compared to the one he got as a child. The one that went from his shoulder to his hip. Luckily for him the damage that had been done didn't give him lasting pain. Cold didn't bother it much anymore and it didn't hurt to the touch either.

"Nunoux, I'm fine... It's not your fault," Izar sighed as he said it.

"Sometimes kid I feel like you have a death wish," R'ana mumbled, "No wonder Nunoux feels so high strung all the time with you. Or did you forget the bear that nearly got a hold of you because you thought it was a good idea to use yourself as bait.?"

"Or the time those Ax Beaks nearly tore into him because because he cornered himself after he punched one in the head to get it's attention on him and not the kids," Orlin huffed, "Or the group of Garleans that came to close to camp and he aggravated them to keep them away from our group... Took a week to find him after things settled down."

"Yes and by the time we found him he was found in a hole in the ground. If it wasn't for the griffin rider in our group who knows how long it would have taken to find him..." R'ana scoffed.

"Izar leaded back and sighed, "I don't have a death wish... I just... Don't want to see another person get hurt let alone die if I could have done something about it. Besides, I only sprained my ankle in the Garlean incident. Nothing harmful happened in the others."

"Only because you got Lucky, Izar," Nunoux shouted.

Izar fell quiet.

R'ana sighed, "I don't know how much you know Izar, but the younglings look up to you. Heck some of the adults admire you. You're a great hunter and a talented fighter. But it means nothing if you get into situations you can't get out of on your own. We're a team here, we look out for each other."

Izar sighed and looked at her, "It was the only option at the time R'ana. I knew eventually you all would come for me. At the time I took the best course of action with the least amount of danger."

"That's not the point Izar!" Nunoux grabbed him by his collar with a growl, "You're important to us to, weneed you... If something happened to you and we couldn't find you... We would have mourned you if you died! Don't you get it! We don't want to lose you like we lost V'atillia!"

Izar's eyes went wide, Nunoux never acted like this with him. For the longest time the older male had treated him as though he might break over the last several years.

"I don't want to lose you too," Nunoux threw his arms around Izar and held him tight, Promise me, you'll lean on us more... Rely on us, don't take things on your own because you're not alone!"

Izar sighed and hugged Nunoux tightly. Nunoux had been the only one he got close to intentionally. But he was fooling himself thinking no one would care should he perish as his mother did. He'd seen how people acted around him now compared to when he was still a cub. It was different in many ways and the bullying had completely stopped. People approached him more often to discuss herbs or foraging in general. Some of the hunters had also come to him to be taught the ways of the bow like his mother had done for him.

Even the ex-soldiers would spar with him on occasion. Mostly because Izar didn't stick to one style and often switched it up to throw his opponents off guard.

Izar was no where near perfect in his fighting styles, but with the training he got often he was slowly increasing his experience. The experience helped him greatly tho. He was getting stronger each day and he would begining his journey once he was satisfied with his training. Until then, he would train and train those in the group who could fight and hunt so they could survive without him.

"I promise Nunoux... I will try to lean on you all more," he said with a sigh.

Nunoux held him tighter, "You better... You damned punk."

Izar gave a lop sided smile as he patted Nunoux's back, "I can't breathe old man..."

Nunoux released his hold on him before pulling away to look Izar in the eye. He lifted his hand and ruffled Izar's hair before letting another sigh out as he stood up. He held his hand out in offer to help him up. Without any thought to it he clasped his adoptive father's hand in his own before he was yanked to his feet.

"So since training is out for the next week or so... What should I do?"

"Well... You can help Svana Lionheart in making meals or help her and the others with fletching and laundry for the time being. You won't be able to do much else with with only a part of your sight," R'ana sighed.

Orlin scoffed, "R'ana you haven't seen him training blind folded recently have you? The kid is so aware of his surroundings that even should he go blind he would still have a better understanding of what is going on around him then we would being able to see."

Her eyes went wide, "What? You have to be kidding me!"

Nunoux laughed, "At first I didn't want him to. But the training has been fruitful. He uses his other senses more now, should he lose sight his sense of touch and sound would take over. If he loses his hearing touch and taste take over."

"Wait, why taste?" R'ana questioned.

"It's because of or heritage," Izar explained, "Since we had beast blood we can sent taste things in the air. Something similar to a feline. I can actually taste the air and can tell if someone is near by without having to hear or see them."

"Damn kid, I didn't even know that," R'ana gaped at him.

"Most people like us don't know about it, but you have to get past the tastes that is the annoying part. Air senting pulls in every scent, the taste of water, dirt, grass, trees, snow, sweat, spices, emotions, and more... They're all distinct and have different flavors. Like snow has a similar feel and taste to mint because of how fresh it is. Some scents are harder to describe... Like grass, or sweat. But they're distinct enough to not mix up what they are, " Izar told her.

"Teach me..."

"Huh?!"

"I told you to teach me Izar Black... I want to learn this too. Teach me in a way I can understand it," R'ana demanded and Izar just smiled at her for a while before nodding.

"Alright, I can teach you R'ana, but in turn you can teach me how to duel weild daggers," R'ana smirked at his counter demand.

"That's fine with me brat, but for now rest up. We'll start tomorrow."

"Alright, see you then," Izar chuckled.

Izar waved R'ana and Orlin off as they returned to theur own sleeping quarters for the rest of the day. Nunoux went to train the young ones who needed the training so they could protect themselves should the need arise.

He watched Nunoux for a while before he decided to go help Svana like R'ana suggested. It was still considered resting without over exerting himself. Since they were simple tasks to deal with even when he was half blind. He was pretty sure he could do other things but he's worried them all enough for the day. He thought it would be best to lay low for the rest of the day and allow everyone to pamper him. Since they would do so without him allowing them to anyways.

With his thoughts cleared now, he set about helping clean the laundry at the nearby river they had settled near for the next few days.

[cryonme]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝘿𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬

➵ TASM!Peter Parker x reader

➵ summary: The night you met Peter, he found you in a nasty fight with your boyfriend while patrolling, and when he finds out you’ve gone back to him, his heart nearly breaks.

➵ word count: 2.2k

➵ tw: absuive/ toxic relationship, swearing, mentions of violence and blood, angst w happy ending.

➵ a/n: hiiiii! my first Peter Parker imagine ahhh so fun. anyway in this fic uhh Peter is aged up and lives in his own apartment because I said so and hopefully you guys like this :/ idk how I feel about the finished product but oh well fingers crossed?? happy reading, doves! xo Miz

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“No, you’re not doing this to me.” Peter said in disbelief, slowly backing away from your front door until his back softly hit the opposite wall.

“You wouldn’t- You wouldn’t do this to me. You wouldn’t do this to yourself.”

Your heart felt constricted in your chest, you couldn’t breathe. You were gonna lose him. You wanted to reach out to him, but your feet may as well have been nailed to the floor in your front doorway.

“Peter-”

The brunet brought his hand up to stop you from continuing, his face still painted with shock, brown eyes beginning to blur with a thin layer of tears.

“Please.” You begged, your eyes filling with tears of your own, your hands beginning to shake with anxiety. You fucked up, you fucked up so bad.

“After what you went through last year, what we went through last year!” His voice began to shake with anger, stray tears breaking free from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

“I-”

“No, stop. You- you stop it, please.”

You rolled your lips into your mouth. He was right.

You had both been through so much, only for you to fuck up again, throw everything you had worked so hard for down the drain.

“Let me speak.” He said after taking a long breath, finding his voice again.

“You should’ve seen yourself that night, (Y/n). Fuck, I didn’t even know you and I cried for you. You didn’t even-” He sucked in a breath before raking his hands through his hair. “You didn’t even look like you do now. And that year, of helping you move on, holding you and sometimes not even holding you because you couldn’t even be touched without absolutely breaking down, you grew so much and you were doing so well and you looked and felt like you even though I never even knew the real you before, I started to really know you,  but now…” Peter stopped rambling for a moment, meeting your eyes for the first time since he put the pieces together, catching his bottom lip between his teeth to try and stop it from trembling.

“Now he’s in your bedroom again, and you look exactly like the girl that I didn’t know.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to stop a sob at his words.

“And I can’t be around for that. (Y/n), it’ll kill me.”

He looked so beautiful. His dark hair tousled and messy in the most perfect way, tear tracks almost glistening under the soft glow of the overhead lights in the hallway of your apartment building. His eyes were pleading, silently begging you to jump into his arms and take you away. Please, please let me take you away, let me protect you. Please.

And you understood those eyes perfectly.

But you stayed frozen in your place, feet still nailed to the floor.

Peter nodded, understanding your answer in your silence.

“Don’t expect me to help you this time. You’re doing this to yourself.” His tone wasn’t angry, he was gentle, but his voice shook with sadness. He was scared, so incredibly scared of what was going to happen this time, he just couldn’t bear to watch.

He turned and walked down the hallway, not even sparing you a goodbye or one last glance and you watched as he disappeared out of the exit door before you fell to your knees in anguish.

You did this. You did this. How dare you pity yourself? Get up!

But you couldn’t, you felt like the wind had been completely knocked out of your lungs, like Peter had given you a swift kick to the ribs and left you there.

“Don’t be such a drama queen, get up.”

The gruff voice behind you caused you to jump from the wild comparison to Peter’s gentle one, even in his anger.

You chose this.

-

Peter was no better, if not worse, on his walk back to his own home. One sweater covered hand against his mouth as he walked, doing little to nothing to muffle the wild sobs spilling past his lips.

He left you.

You were giving him an obvious cry for help, a plea for him to just stick by you and he turned his back and walked away.

He just couldn’t handle that look in your eyes, that faraway look you had the night that he met you.

Peter whistled as he swung through the city, shooting webs from streetlight to streetlight while he patrolled, spinning himself in a circle every once in a while just to make sure he wasn’t missing anything, and because he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t fun, when he heard it.

“You stupid bitch!” His ears perked up and he brought himself to a stop, pathetically hanging by a web on a streetlight. He stood completely motionless, trying to pick up on exactly where it came from.

Whack!

There it was. Peter disconnected from the web and landed on the sidewalk with a soft thud, and  ran off in the direction he heard it from, panic bubbling in his chest at the fact that he heard a man’s voice, referring to someone as a bitch.

He was quiet as he approached the alleyway where the screaming had come from, leaning his back against the wall before rounding the corner and making his presence known. And as soon as he did he wasted no time in shooting his webs at the man, throwing him against the opposite wall and shooting more webs at him, confining him in a cocoon, stuck sideways against the wall.

“Damnit!” The guy cursed, trying his best to wiggle out of his trap.

“Yeah, nice try, pal. Police are on their way.” Peter scoffed as he made his way to you, scooping your body up in his arms and taking you down the alley a ways so you were out of the man’s earshot. He set you down behind a dumpster so you were out of sight, your back against a brick wall.

Peter’s heart sank, he couldn’t even tell what you looked like. Your face was littered with bruises and cuts and your hair was coming undone out of what Peter assumed was a ponytail.

You were a mess, snot was gathered at the base of your nostrils, slowly spilling past your lips mixed with the salty tears that were falling from your eyes as you shook with terror. Something about your tears made salty tears of his own run down Peter’s face as he tried to console you. Something about you made Peter rip off his mask and show you his face.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. My name is Peter. You’re safe, alright?” He soothed, running a reluctant hand up and down your arm in an attempt to comfort you. “Can you tell me your name?”

Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, your mind barely even registering that the fucking Spider-Man just showed you his face and told you his name, risking you outing him to the world once this was over.

“(Y/n).”

-

It had been a couple weeks since Peter had seen you, and the guilt was nearly eating him alive, even more so when you didn’t pick up his calls. His lips were bitten raw and scabbed, his fingernails chewed to the nub and the skin around them relentlessly picked at. He was nearly falling apart, all at the thought of you being alone with him these past couple of weeks.

He was contemplating going to your apartment, breaking the door down and killing that son of a bitch himself, but he was no match against him without the suit, and the risk of him piecing together the puzzle was too great. But, was that selfish of him? Letting you suffer just because he didn’t want to be found out? He wrestled with the idea for a long time.

In fact, he had wrestled with it so much he had finally had enough. He was leaning against the counter in his kitchen, staring at the tile while heating up a frozen dinner when he decided fuck it. You meant more to him than some secret identity. It was decided.

He was nearly on his way out when a knock sounded at his door. So soft that if he were even a foot further away he wouldn’t have heard it.

But he did.

And thank God for that.

Peter swore up and down that as long as he was in your life, you’d never have to go through what you did that night.

And he failed you.

“Sweetheart…”

Your face was decorated with blues and purples, one eye nearly swollen shut, your lip was bleeding, leaving a trail of blood down your chin and all the way down your neck, staining the white collar of your t-shirt. Peter felt sick to his stomach. You were wearing a jacket and jeans, so he could only hope your arms, legs and worse weren't worse.

“I’m s-so sorry you were right and I know you said y-you wouldn't help me again but I had nowhere else to go and everything hurts and-”

The brunet didn’t say a word before he pulled you into his arms, holding you as tight as possible while slowly walking the two of you into his apartment and closing the door, locking it for good measure. He didn’t move again after that, just held you and gently swayed you back and forth as you cried into him, gently shushing you and whispering sweet assurances in your ear.

“And now you’re mad at me!” You sobbed, clutching onto his t-shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. Peter closed his eyes, he had been unfair.

“Could never be mad at you.” He mumbled, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Never.”

You just nodded against his chest, not having the strength or energy to argue with him tonight, you just wanted to be held.

“Let’s clean you up, okay? Then get you in bed.”

You nodded and let Peter lace his fingers through yours as he led you to the bathroom and sat you down on the closed toilet, situating himself on his knees in between your legs as he dug through the first aid kit, just as you had done for him countless times.

“I don’t like these roles being reversed.” He said, not looking up from the first aid kit while he grabbed what he needed.

“Sorry.” You whispered, taking a very sudden interest in your fingernails.

Peter sighed and put a hand over yours, stopping you from ruining your cuticles.

“Hey.” He said gently, placing his thumb and index finger under your chin to get you to look at him, your head moved but your eyes stayed trained on your hands.

“Can you look at me? Please, (Y/n).”

Your face looked the same, beaten and bruised, your lip quivering and tear tracks and mascara stained your cheeks, but all Peter could look at was your eyes.

They weren’t the same far off look they had before. You were right there with him, he could see it.

“Hi.” He whispered, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips from the pure relief that you were right there and you were with him and you were safe.

“Hi.” You whispered back, mirroring his face.

He was completely mesmerized, you were at such a low point and you somehow looked so completely radiant. He ran his thumb gingerly over your bottom lip before pulling his hand away and getting to work on your wounds, deciding that now is the worst possible time for this.

You were both silent while he cleaned you up and dressed you, you both decided it was best to get you out of your clothes you had come in, replacing them with some of Peter’s fresh, more comfortable ones. But it wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable, it was safe. He made sure to leave sweet kisses as he went, being extra cautious of the places you said hurt the most. You were so safe here, in the comfort of your best friend’s home. His distinct smell lingering through the air, and his familiar soft comforter under your body, you felt completely at home for the first time in a long time.

“My pretty girl.” He cooed once he was finished, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. The two of you sat across from each other on his bed, criss cross applesauce, and you swore you could feel your heart melt down into your feet.

You forced a smile, trying your best to put on a happy face so Peter wouldn’t be upset.

“This is no one’s fault except his, you know that don’t you?”

You nodded.

“You don’t know.”

You shrugged.

Peter sighed. He knew now that nothing he had said to you could’ve possibly helped, probably only making the thoughts about this being your fault so much worse.

“I didn’t mean a word I said.” Peter said, clearing his throat in an attempt to keep his voice steady, which failed as he continued to speak. “Promise. I was just scared and- and that night when we argued you had that far away look in your eye like you did before and I was scared and I ran away and I should’ve never done that I mean I’m Spider-Man for Christ's Sake I’m not supposed to run away from problems! And- and you’re not the girl I didn’t know, I know you, you’re my girl, my (Y/n) and I will always help you. Always. You’re my entire world, I don’t even know how I managed to do any of this before I met you and I…” He sighed and let out a dry chuckle, “I love you.” His words were jumbled and probably didn't make any sense, but he said it. He finally said it. After all this time, he finally worked up the courage to tell you just how much he completely loved you.

You stared at the boy who had become your best friend, mouth agape, as you processed his words. He loved you. Peter Parker, loved you.

“Peter I can’t-” Your eyes welled up with tears. He was gonna be so mad when you told him you couldn’t reciprocate, not now. You loved him, so much. But a twisted part of you still loved the man who did this to you, and that thought made you gag, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t completely love Peter, and he deserved to be completely loved.

Peter scooched forward and let his hands rest on either side of your face, his thumb softly caressing your cheek as he looked at you with the softest, most adoring big brown doe eyes you’ve ever seen. “I don’t need to hear it now.” He shook his head, giving you a watery smile. “Just give me a chance, please. I’ll wait a million years for you if I have to, just, please. Don’t go back there, let me love you how you should’ve been loved this entire time.

“Okay.”

[romanshomeonwattpad]

here a lil requesty quest .... just sum sweet for the kids ...

smoke sesh w/ elliot that turns into steamy makeout sesh? kinda like the elliot and j*les scene in ep 4 ?

sure thang. it was hot ngl, but still hate them bc of baby rue

whatevs

WEED N’ KISSES

You laughed lowly as you plucked the joint from Elliots’ lips, causing him to release the smoke before sucking it back in, as you took a hit, “Yup. Never kissed someone before,” you admitted, something you usually didn’t tell people due to judgment. But as your eyes hooded due to the bud, you felt your muscles relax, as well as your worries. Besides, it was just Elliot. He didn’t really count as a person, he was too chill, “Almost—but the dude smelled like fish sticks so.”

His brows rose, a smirk quirking onto his lips, “For real? That shits nasty,” he muttered, twisting his face slightly. You giggled once again before handing it back to him, fingers brushing against his, before climbing away from the window and taking a seat on the bed beside him. The mattress dipped as you settled on your bottom, looking at him with thin eyes. His eyes were glued to the ceiling, “How about you? You kiss anyone yet?”

He laughed breathlessly, “Course I did,” he mused, dark eyes flickering over to you, “Why? You wanna kiss me?”

Your cheeks burned, shaking your head as he sat up, tossing the burnt out joint out the window. You spotted his black t-shirt ride up a bit, revealing his chiseled abs that glistened beneath the dimly lit lamp in his room, before it fell back down to cover to the skin. Your heart raced as he laid back down, resting on his elbow, “I mean, I’m surprised you haven’t kissed anyone yet.”

A small smile broke onto your lips.

“Why?”

His eyes flashed up and down your figure, before his smirk grew, “You’re pretty fuckin’ kissable. Your lips are nice and smooth.”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you watched as his pink tongue poked out to wet his own, before the tension began to grow thicker. Your voice wavered, “Yeah?”

He nodded, gazing at you from below as you leaned over him.

“Uh huh.”

You both stared at each others’ lips, chest rising up and down quickly as your toes curled in your socks. You inched a bit closer to his face, and when he didn’t back away, you closed the space between you and set a soft kiss to his lips. It was soft and innocent. Pulling away quickly, your eyes rounded as you looked at him—fearing it was a mistake. He stared at you with those eyes of his, lips slightly parted, as he remained silent. Heat rose to your cheeks as you inhaled sharply, blinking in shock, about to say utter an apology.

But then he leaned upwards, pushing him back onto your mouth, one of his hands rising to your cheek. You kissed him back quickly as you swung your legs over him, sitting in his lap, as his big hands roamed your body. It was a hungry kiss, messy and needy, being led by the drug you two had smoked. Your brain was fuzzy, but all you knew was that it felt good, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip making you whimper, before he swiped his tongue over the wound. The his mouth moved to your neck, before sucking harshly on the spot, throwing your head back as you moaned his name.

He climbed over you, setting you on the bed, as your hips grinded into each other. Fingers pulling at his hair, he licked and nipped at your flesh, probably leaving a million hickies, before moving back to your lips. His lips were warm and soft, tongue moving against yours, before pulling away. Your hand rose to your mouth as you blushed furiously, him letting out a chuckle as he breathed heavily above you, his lips swollen from the makeout session.

He let out a cough before climbing off you, “Shit—I’m gonna go jerk off now.”

You laughed as he sent you a wink, before rubbing the back of his neck, and walking out the room.

You wanted to do that again.

[ch0c0-cake]

Always by Your Side

five hargreeves x gn!reader

requested by the amazing @ells-graveyard

summary/request - (possible TW for scars?) could i request that of a five x fem! reader (or gen! neut) who has scars related to SH and one of the siblings ,, probs luther, he’s kinda dumb sometimes,, says something accidentally insensitive. reader could take a moment to themselves to leave the room and five could explain whats wrong with what he said before comforting the reader?? its totally okay if you aren’t comfy writing that or it doesn’t interest you

- thank you for the request! i had fun writing this one, don’t be afraid to send in more! i really hope this is what you wanted!

warnings - cursing, scars, s/h scars, s/h mention

Having the entire family + you all gathered in some random dude’s place was a little awkward. You’d thanked Elliott quite a few times for being so hospitable enough to let seven others be there, even it was from Five’s threatening (which you definitely did not approve of).

You gently held onto Five’s hand while the others explained to Viktor what had happened before everyone was transported to Dallas, Texas. You had been lucky enough to meet up with Five relatively quickly. You’d been teleported just two months before Five landed, and after a while of pretty much begging Elliott, he reluctantly let you crash with him. You of course tried to pay him back, such as cleaning and going to get food, things like that. That’s when Five forced himself inside the building and found you there.

You were stuck at his side like glue ever since. Five was definitely not the biggest fan of PDA or physical affection in general, but he wouldn’t mind letting you hold his hand or grab his arm if you were in need of comfort. He would gently rub his thumb on the back of your hand, tracing numbers subconsciously.

You were so absorbed by the feeling of Five’s touch, it took you a good few seconds to realize that Luther was talking to you.

“(Y/n)-!” Luther reached over and gently nudged you, and you gave him an annoyed glance. You were busy holding hands with your boyfriend.

“What do you want, Luther?” You asked in an exasperated tone, like you were a parent talking to a hyperactive toddler.

“Oh, I just wanted to tell you that you might wanna get those nasty wounds looked at.” Luther said quietly and gestured to the scars visible just below your wrist. As you and Five had been together, apparently the sleeve of your blazer had been pulled back to reveal the lines previously ‘drawn’ on your arm. “How did you get those? They look recent.” He hissed a little. “And pretty gross too. Yikes.”

You of course knew Luther didn’t mean anything by it. He was just concerned for someone who was basically his sibling.

‘Pretty gross too.’ Was what hurt.

You definitely appreciated it, but having to think about it was not fun. You cleared your throat and stood.

“I uh…I don’t feel great. I think I need to lay down.” You pulled your sleeves over your arms and catching Five’s death glare at Luther as you went over to Elliott. “Hey, Ell…is there somewhere I can go to be alone..?” You mumbled to him, rubbing your arms subconsciously.

Elliott looked up from whatever the hell he was working on, clearly surprised by your sudden interruption. “Huh? O-Oh, yeah. If my room’s okay, it’s just that door.” As soon as he gestured in a direction, you made a beeline there and shut the door quickly.

“Ew…Elliott smell.”

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“You’re looking at me like I screwed up.” Luther said to Five anxiously after you had excused yourself from the room.

“No shit you screwed up, apeshit.” Five hissed through gritted teeth, staring Luther dead in the eyes. “Are you that ignorant?”

“Wh-? I don’t understand.” Luther said, eyebrows furrowed.

‘He cannot be serious’, Five thought while staring his brother down. Five didn’t think Luther would say anything like that maliciously, that wasn’t really in his nature. He hated seeing that look of pain in your eyes. The way you shoved your sleeve down and followed that flight response.

Luther was right about the whole recent thing, though. He recalled you telling him over and over how hard it was without him. The fear that something awful had happened to him. You had struggled with this kind of thing in the past, and once he found out you had relapsed, Five felt absolutely terrible. He remembered holding you while sitting on the couch, softly pressing kisses to your face. He would do it a million more times if that meant that granted you peace of mind.

“You really are that stupid.” Five scoffed with disbelief. “Luther,” he lowered his voice as to not disturb the others. They didn’t really need to know. “Those are self-harm scars.”

“Huh?”

“I-” Five sighed and rubbed his temples. “Self harm scars, you idiot. They did those.” He whispered quietly, trying to stop the venom seeping from his voice. “It’s a…coping mechanism of sorts. A really bad one at that. It’s a sensitive subject, so you going and calling them nasty and gross is a real dick move. It’s incredibly insensitive, especially to point it out in front of a group of people that could have heard.”

Luther seemed to instantly realize he had messed up pretty bad. “Oh shit- I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” Five stood up and walked to where you had gone to, ignoring the calls of the others. He didn’t bother knocking and entered the room, grimacing at the smell as he shut the door.

A soft sniffle came from the direction of the window. “Smells bad, doesn’t it?” A weak chuckle came from you, who happened to be sitting at the window. Five almost winced at how upset you seemed. You seemed to have an iron grip as you hugged yourself, holding your sleeves tightly below your wrists. Tears glistened in your gorgeous eyes, a sight that pained him more than most things.

“It does smell pretty bad. Smells like Elliott.” He agreed, approaching you and taking a seat across from you. “I’m sorry about Luther.”

“No no, it’s alright, you don’t have to be sorry.” You reached up and wiped a stray tear away. “I know he didn’t mean anything by it.”

“It still hurt you.” Five whispered, leaning over and taking your face in his hands. He watched as you pressed your lips together in a thin line, looking down and away from him. He noticed the droplets of water streak down your face and fall onto his shorts. “Come here, let’s get more comfortable.” He stood up and guided you to follow him.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently patting his thigh as a signal for you to sit. You usually would have protested, claiming you would crush him, but you didn’t exactly seem to care. Five held his arms out and you hurriedly sat in his lap, swinging your legs up and crossing them behind him so you could bring yourself closer to him.

There was a rush between both of you as arms were thrown around. Yours slipped underneath his and wrapped around his torso tightly. His snaked around your shoulders, a hand coming up and resting gingerly on the back of your head. His slender fingers threaded through your hair, allowing you to cling to him like a koala to a tree. He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and moving a hand down to rub your back.

“C-Can we lay down?” You requested shakily, sounding as if you were a little kid coming to tell their parent they threw up in the middle of the night.

“On Elliott’s bed?” He teased and cocked an eyebrow, adding another kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll lay wherever as long as it’s with you.”

Holy shit when did you get so damn cute?

“Yeah.” He breathed, his heart swelling so much he thought he was going to burst. “Yeah, of course we can lay down, sweetheart.” He carefully maneuvered so that you were laying down, and then to where he was next to you.

You were on him like a moth to a light, legs tangling in his and arms bringing him closer to you. Your eyes followed him as he propped himself up with one elbow, reaching with his other arm to cup your cheek in his hand. He delicately ran his thumb up and down your skin, before timidly pulling your arm to him.

“May I?” He whispered, fingers messing with the end of your sleeve. You hesitated, but after looking at Five’s eyes, you answered with a nod.

Five nodded in response and carefully pulled your sleeve up. Without a word, he leaned down and gently let his lips grace each scar that littered your arm. He took his time, putting every ounce of his attention on you.

When he pulled away, he now kissed your stray tears away and held your face in his hands once again.

“Listen to me. No matter what happens, I will always be here for you. We can go through however many damn apocalypses this stupid timeline throws at us, I will never stop being by your side, understand? I’ll always be here to help you when you’re going through a tough time. When my brothers stop being idiots or when I stop wanting a cup of coffee is when I’ll stop loving you. I will always love you. Nothing in any timeline will make me leave your side. Nothing in any universe will make me stop loving you.”

“Do you promise, Five..?” You sniffled quietly, letting your forehead rest against his. “You promise you love me even more than Delores?” A quiet giggle reached his ears, and even Five managed out a light chuckle as he gave you a long, passionate kiss.

“I promise, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you. Always.”

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tags 🏷 - @ay4kshalatus

[astralkoo]

The Snack Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Genre: neighbors au, smut

Rating: 18+

Words: 6.4k

Summary: in which your annoying, younger neighbor has a nasty habit of breaking into your apartment late at night and stealing your food.

Warnings: strong language, technically breaking & entering, broke college student struggles, older!reader, Jungkook saying noona, explicit sexual content; sub!jungkook, dom!reader, blowjob, kitty gets ate, sixty-nine, very mild degrading (jk gets called a slut like once), needy jk, fingering (m. receiving)

— author’s note; it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? i’ve been trying to get back into my groove so hopefully this is the start of a very active and productive summer for my writing. also! this is cross posted on my new wattpad account bckupbabies so if you see it on there, that’s me don’t worry!

You woke with a start, heart pounding, skin drenched in cold sweat, fear gripping at your chest.

There's someone in your apartment.

It was a split second realization, one that ripped you violently from the gentle thralls of sleep and had thick, stifling terror settling like heavy stones in your gut. Sucking your lips into your mouth to prevent your breath from coming out too audibly, you strained your ears, listening carefully. At first, all you could make out was the soft whirring of the fan above your head. But then—

Thud.

In an instant, you were out from beneath the covers, a shiver rushing down your spine as the cold night air nipped at the exposed skin of your arms and legs. Instinctively, your hand shot to the nightstand, rushing over the smooth wood surface, seeking out your phone. Only— it wasn't there. Shit. You must've accidentally left it on the counter last night. Shit.

Gritting your teeth, you stumbled through the darkness, bracing a steadying palm against the wall to guide yourself across the bedroom.

"Where is it, where is it, where is it?" You hissed, searching blindly for the item you're always sure to keep near your bedside in case of a situation just like this. It didn't take long before your fingers grazed the smooth rubber grip of your old-reliable baseball bat. You let out a cautious exhale and moved silently towards the door, careful to avoid the floorboards that squeak.

Keeping your back against the wall, you stepped into the short hall. You could hear more clearly without the separation of your bedroom door; the heavy footsteps and low grumbling voice. It wasn't just your sleep hazed mind playing a nasty trick; there was someone in your goddamn apartment. A combination of fear and rage heated the blood currently rushing through your veins, the thundering of your pulse almost deafening in your ears.

Another loud bang sounded through your apartment and your shoulders tensed.

Were they even trying to be quiet? What a shitty burglar. They should've done their research before busting in. You were a broke college student working at a freaking campus cafe just barely able to afford paying your rent every month. The most valuable thing in your apartment was probably the ultra soft two ply toilet paper you'd splurged on last time you went shopping for basic necessities.

And you'd be sure to bash the bastard's head in before he could lay his greedy fingers on your precious two ply.

Letting out your fiercest battle cry, you swung your bat over your head and launched yourself out from behind the wall, poised for the attack. The man in your kitchen, who was elbow deep in your snack cabinet, shrieked (incredibly un-burglar-like, you might add). The sound was so high pitched and sharp that you flinched, startled as he whirled around clumsily, not only banging his elbows but tripping over his own feet in the process. You were barely able to catch a glimpse of his face before he fell, disappearing behind the counter.

But something about that scream was vaguely... familiar?

"Jungkook?"

The top of his head peeked out from behind the countertop, familiar doe eyes blinking back at you sheepishly. "Hi, noona."

The tension in your shoulders immediately melted upon realizing that you in fact not being robbed by an armed lunatic— rather, you were being robbed by your annoying next door neighbor. Again.

"Are you out of your mind?!" You hissed sharply, frustration flaring, "it's fucking three in the morning! Why the hell are you in my apartment?"

"I was hungry!"

"That doesn't explain why you're here!"

"I was craving ramyeon but I ran out! And– and you always have extra anyway so I thought you wouldn't mind!"

"Ha! You thought I wouldn't mind—" You gritted your teeth, on the verge of seething when you noticed he was still ducked behind the counter. "Why are you still hiding? Get over here." So I can beat your ramyeon stealing ass, you added in your head.

"Drop the bat— then we can talk." He bargained, nodding pointedly towards your weapon, still poised for attack.

Grunting, you reluctantly released the handle, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp clang.

Jungkook let out a low breath of relief, before meekly stepping out from his position behind the counter. Your eyes immediately dropped to his hands, still desperately clutching onto two packets of ramyeon.

Pinning him with a glare meant to reprimand, you crossed your arms firmly over your chest. "Jungkook, you can not keep—" your scolding was abruptly interrupted by a low, thunderous rumbling, your gaze jumping in surprise to the younger boy's face, which was now donning an embarrassed blush. "W– was that your stomach?"

Sucking his lips into his mouth, he nodded, head dropping in shame.

A wave of sympathy washed over you upon realizing just how hungry he must be. Any anger at having your sleep ever so rudely disrupted quickly fizzled out, the tension in your shoulders dissipating as he shuffled his feet shyly.

"Geez, this brat." You muttered under your breath, trudging over to where he stood and snatching the ramyeon packets from his grasp. He looked up at you with wide, pitiful eyes, and you could tell he thought that you were going to kick him to the curb. Instead, you jerked your chin into the direction of the couch and said, "go sit down while I make these. Don't need you hovering over my damn shoulder."

It would be a lie to say your heart didn't flutter a little at the sheer amount of excitement that lit up his face, pink lips breaking into a wide, uncontainable grin. Deciding not to push his luck, he quickly bobbed his head and scampered over to the couch, tossing a bubbly, "thank you, noona!" over his shoulder as he went.

You scoffed, though the corners of your mouth tipped upwards in spite of yourself.

The kid was cute. You'd give him that much. With those big shiny eyes and that stupid bucktoothed grin. Even if he was a perpetual trespasser and a food thief to boot, you'd let his little indiscretions slide... for now.

The ramyeon didn't take long to make, but, even all the way across the room, you could practically hear Jungkook's stomach growling up a storm by the time you were pouring it into two separate bowls. He was squirming on the couch, peaking over the back of it with wide, wanting eyes, damn near drooling at the mere smell of the sodium soaked noodles.

"Don't spill," you warned with a click of your tongue as made your way to the couch, handing him one of the bowls, "eat this, then go home, alright?"

Jungkook was already stuffing his cheeks before you'd even finished speaking, but he paused to pout over at you upon processing your words. "Noona..." he gurgled in soft whine around his mouth full of noodles, making sure to swallow before he finished, "why do you want me to leave so badly? You're hurting my feelings."

You scoffed as he pressed a large hand to his chest, wincing dramatically as if your words had somehow truly wounded him. "Do I have to remind you that it's 3am? I was sleeping. I would like to go back to sleep. I was having a very good dream before you fucking broke in to my apartment and tried to rob me." You hissed, plopping down on the couch beside him and shoveling your ramyeon into your own mouth.

Damn. That shit was good.

"I wasn't robbing you." He protested weakly. You raised an unconvinced brow.  "Just... borrowing."

You barked out a laugh. "Oh? So you were planning to return all the snacks you were about to steal?" His eyes lowered, a guilty pout turning the corners of his mouth downwards. "Yeah, didn't think so."

"Still..." he grumbled bitterly, looking up at you through his thick lashes. "I'm much more fun than sleep."

You snorted. "I beg to differ."

There was an uncharacteristic lull of silence, and you spared a questioning glance in Jungkook's direction, not expected to be greeted by the astonished expression painted across his face.

He looked... genuinely offended.

"Noona," he sounded rather distraught as he set his half eaten bowl down on the coffee table before turning his body fully towards you, "how could you say that?"

Your brows lifted expectantly, confusion swimming in your gaze. "What?" You laughed lightly, not understanding why he suddenly seemed upset. You were just joking around... had you accidentally hit a nerve?

"You have fun with me." He insisted once more, a certain desperation to his words.

"Yeah... when it's not 3am."

"Liar." He scowled, gaze dropping to where his fingers were tracing miscellaneous shapes on the fabric of your couch. "That's when you have the most fun with me."

His voice had dropped into a low whisper at that last part, so you had to strain your ears a bit to make out exactly what it was he was saying. At first, you were confused. The most fun...? But then you saw the faint blush coating his cheeks, the shy fluttering of his lashes, the nervous fidgeting of his fingers...

And it clicked.

A few weeks ago, you did something stupid. Something you shouldn't have done. You'd given into urges that should have remained buried deep, deep inside of you.

"Jungkook." Your voice held a warning pitch as you growled his name. He shuddered ever so faintly at the shift in your tone and quickly turned away from you, snagging his lower lip tightly between his teeth.

"It's true..." he grumbled petulantly, kicking his foot lightly against the leg of your coffee table.

You stared at his profile through furrowed brows, gaze hard and unwavering as you set your own bowl onto the table. "We talked about this, Jungkook. We agreed not to bring it up again!"

"No, you— you made that decision all on your own." He protested quickly, thrusting an accusing finger in your direction. "I made no such promise."

"Jungkook," you sighed heavily, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your fingers into your temples as they throbbed, "what I did—"

"We," he corrected, leveling you with a stubborn glare, "what we did. Stop acting like I wasn't a willing participant."

"You're a kid—"

"I'm nineteen! I can make my own decisions!"

"No. You can't."

At that, his expression hardened, lips pursing, fingers curling into tight fists, eyes flaring with determination.

"Watch me."

In the next second he was on top of you, straddling your lap, large hands cradling your jaw as he pressed his warm lips purposefully to yours.

Startled, your hands leapt to hold his waist, instinctively steadying him. The rest of your body remained stiff and unresponsive, frozen in shock from the sheer unexpectedness of the kiss. It wasn't until Jungkook let out a soft, pleading whine against your unmoving mouth that you were kickstarted back into motion.

"Jungkook," you gasped out his name, somewhat more breathlessly than you intended, hands rushing between your bodies to push him away by the swells of his firm chest, "w–what are you—"

"You want me." The younger boy swiftly interrupted, his warm breath caressing your lips as his fingers gripped gently at the back of your neck. "You want me. You can't deny it. You said so."

You were goddamn dizzy. "When did I—"

"Fuck, Jungkook. You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I've wanted you." It took you an extra second to realize that he was quoting back your words from that night. Word for fucking word. Heat rushed to your face, your hand gripping harder at the thin fabric of his top.

"How do you even remember that." You grumbled bitterly, embarrassed at having been called out.

The corner of his mouth curled into a small, teasing smile. "I have a pretty good memory."

"Bullshit," you scoffed, "I can't count the number of times you've forgotten to bring back the shit that you 'borrowed' from me. I bet you have a fucking closet full of my sweatshirts."

"I didn't forget... I just didn't want to give them back." He informed you in a soft, lilting hum, running his thumb over the smooth cut of your jaw.

"Thief." You spat, but the word lacked any real fire. It sounded weak on your tongue, a soft fluttering of breath that easily could have been mistaken for a moan. You saw his eyes drop to your mouth, desire pooling within them, so thick and dark that you felt it polluting the air around you, polluting your lungs with every jagged inhale.

He shifted on top of you, strong thighs squeezing around your hips. You tried to pretend that you didn't feel the press of something hot and hard against the top of your leg, but the tremble of your eyes and the clench of your fingers were not easily mistaken.

Jungkook sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh of his lower lip, and your gaze followed the motion unconsciously. You didn't even realize you were staring at his mouth until he spoke in that low, hoarse whisper, ripping you violently from your trance.

"Can I take a little more?"

Your brain was screaming at you to say no, screaming at you to not be selfish, to not be greedy. To not want something so terribly that you felt it trembling through your very bones. You shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want him. He was too young, too naive, too sensitive. You'd break the poor boy before he even realized what happened.

You should say no.

Mind made up, you opened your mouth, fully prepared to reject the boy and put a stop to whatever the hell this had become, right then and there. You were prepared to be the responsible senior that you needed to be, for both his sake and yours.

But what actually came out was something entirely different.

"Yes."

Jungkook barely had time to let out a happy whimper before his mouth was back on yours. A soft groan rumbled in your chest as your arms curled around his slim waist, tugging him ever closer. Long fingers tangled in your hair, he gently tugged your head back, leaning himself over you in order to deepen the kiss. You permitted him to do so without resistance, lips parting to allow his eager tongue to invade your mouth.

His body was hot and heavy above yours, but you didn't mind the added weight, the pressure on your thigh probably the only thing keeping you grounded. Because the heat between your legs was a anything but grounding. Sticky and wet, an accumulation of unspoken need and neglected lust that refused to be ignored for even a moment longer. A bleary haze fell over your mind, all the blood in your head suddenly rushing downwards to feed the growing flames in your groin.

The first roll of his hips was so minute, so slight that you would have missed it completely had it not been for the soft, airy moan that escaped his throat. The second was less than subtle, a hard, deliberate grind that rocked his already half-hard erection against your stomach. You felt it there, where your shirt had ridden up to expose a thin strip of skin, the front of his sweatpants growing thick and damp with his steadily increasing arousal. Your grip around him tightened, nails biting into his clothed hips hard enough to have crimson flowers blossoming across his golden flesh.

The sting coaxed a strained moan from Jungkook's inflamed lips, the rolling of his hips growing more frantic. You were quick to steady them, not wanting him to overexcite himself too soon.

"Calm down." Even in your own ears, you voice sounded thick and unstable, and you silently cursed yourself for having gotten so worked up by a mere kiss. But, in your defense, it was one hell of a kiss.

"I'm calm." He insisted unconvincingly through harsh pants, fighting for oxygen but not willing to pull away from you lips long enough to actually breathe. Quite the dilemma.

You chuckled softly, sliding a hand up to grip his jaw, preventing his mouth from finding yours for just long enough to soothe the fierce burn in your lungs. He took that opportunity to strip himself of his top, tossing it haphazardly to the floor.

You felt your stomach tighten, taken off guard by the unexpectedly display of glowing, sun-kissed skin you found before you, stretched across thick, toned muscle that flexed and tightened with even the most minuscule of movements. Subconsciously, your tongue slipped out of your suddenly dry mouth, dragging over your swollen lips.

Jungkook mimicked the motion, reaching down with ink embroidered hands to grip your wrists, gently guiding them up the length of his fit torso. "Touch me." It was a plea, the low whimper lacing the words a dead giveaway of his unyielding desperation.

You didn't hesitate to comply.

Pushing forward, you set vengeful teeth upon his prominent collarbone, biting down just hard enough to leave your mark. He moaned loudly, head falling back as your nails raked over his sensitive nipples. A violent shiver transversed his body, goosebumps rippling across his exposed skin that was set on fire by your greedy touch. He found the back of your head and neck with trembling hands, urging you closer without use of words. You kissed up the length of his taut throat, sucking and licking until you were content with the colorful array of bruises you'd left in your wake.

"Kiss me." You whispered against the defined curve of his jaw, wanting another taste of those pretty little lips. His head dropped forward obediently, mouth open and ready to be received by you. Fuck, he looked so hot from that angle; dark, hooded eyes pooling with lust so deep you could drown it it, kissable, rose petal lips glistening and swollen and just begging for attention, full cheeks flushed a dangerous shade of red that only enticed you further.

How could he look so ruined? You hadn't even touched his dick yet.

The thought roused a scoff in the back of your throat, and Jungkook pulled back slightly at the sound. "What?" He asked, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

"Nothing..." you grinned lazily, before kissing him slowly, deeply, lustfully; kissing him in such a way that the poor boy was trembling in your lap, gasping and whining by the time you pulled away with a lewd smack, lips wet and stained an erotic crimson. You chuckled as he swallowed, pupils blow and unfocused. Reaching up, you cupped his chin, rolling your thumb over his lower lip. He sighed, eyes fluttering as he teased the tip of the digit with his tongue.

"... just wanna put your dick in my mouth."

At that, his shimmering doe eyes popped open wide, shocked— then excited.

"Don't tease me." He pleaded weakly, hips stuttering over your thighs.

You reach between your bodies, taking the time to revere the fine-tuned slopes and edges of his ridged abdomen, before finally finding the hard outline of his flushed, angry cock straining against the thick fabric of his sweats. He gasped brokenly at the contact, forehead falling against your shoulder as he gripped desperately onto your arms, dull nails digging into your biceps. You turned, smirking lips feathering over the shell of his pink tinted ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

And then, he was on his back.

Jungkook let out a squeak of surprise, chest heaving as he attempted to process the sudden change in position. But you didn't give him the chance, slotting yourself between his spread thighs

"W– we didn't do this last time." He stuttered clumsily, staring up at you with those wide, dangerously innocent eyes that made you want to absolutely wreck him.

"No, we didn't." You confirmed, nipping lightly at one of his pert brown nipples. He jolted, letting out a low, unsteady moan of your name, a cry for your attention.

"S– sensitive, noona."

God, he is so fucking cute.

"I'll be gentle." The reassurance did little to soothe the violent thundering of his heart, the heavy thrum of it setting his every limb to shaking.

He was nervous. You could tell. Understandably.

Truth is— Jungkook was a virgin.

Key word: was.

As in, before he broke into your apartment at 3am on that fateful morning where you lost your cool because damn did you he look good in that skin tight black t-shirt that showed off those sexy tattoos and those thigh hugging black skinny jeans that squeezed his cute butt in all the right places. Of course, you didn't discover that until after the deed was done (seeing as he hadn't had the mind to tell you while your tongue was shoved halfway down his throat).

But god, you felt so guilty. You'd never taken anyone's virginity before. And you weren't so sure fucking on a kitchen counter was the most... romantic way of losing it. It had been quick, messy, all sweat and teeth and nails, the blunt edge of the cold counter digging into your ass.

Sure, it felt fucking amazing, and you'd received no complaints from Jungkook's end. But still. Had you known, you would've been... gentler. Or, at the very least, you would have had the tact to take him to bed.

You hadn't even blown him for fucks sake.

So, if you were doing this —and, as it appeared, you were most definitely doing this— then goddamnit, you were going to do it right and make up for all the things you hadn't done his first time.

You descended his body slowly, taking your sweet time licking and nibbling over all his lovely curves and sharp edges, marking the places you'd been with pink, flowering bruises. His head kicked back, mouth falling open around an onslaught of heady moans as he reveled in your unrelenting affections. Distracted, he didn't even notice you slipping his pants down his legs until the cool air hit the sensitive tip of his weeping cock.

"N– noona!" He propped himself up on his elbows, desperate to see you, to find your eyes through the disorienting cloud of lust he found himself engulfed in. Arousal spun his brain into useless mush inside of his skull at the sight of you between his legs, looking right back up at him, pretty mouth hovering just above his hard need, soft breath caressing the feverish skin.

"Relax, Jungkook. It'll feel good." You chuckled, pressing a soothing kiss to his hip.

"I– I know," he swallowed, and you didn't miss the dark blush creeping into his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shyly, "I just— I want to make you feel good... too... b- because last time you didn't..."

Last time you didn't...?

Oh.

Oh.

"Okay," you hummed simply, pushing yourself up with an easy smile, "I can think of a solution."

Jungkook watched with bated breath as you stood, damn near choking on his own spit when you abruptly shoved your pajama shorts down your legs. "N- no underwear?" He whispered, voice hoarse and strained as he stared unabashedly at the bare expanse of smooth skin between your thighs, glistening with sticky wetness.

You smirked faintly, appreciating the reverence glistening in his melting brown eyes. "For convenience sake," you teased.

He flopped down on the couch with a dramatic groan. "Fuck, you're killing me."

Leaning over the younger boy, you pressed a deep, purposeful kiss to his delicate, lovely lips, eliciting an appreciative moan from his burning chest.

"Don't worry..." you pulled back, breathing the words into his open mouth, "I'll do it slow."

"Fuck..." he squeaked.

Laughing softly, you dropped your knees to the edge of the sofa and splayed a hand over his toned stomach. He was hard and warm to the touch, and you liked the way his muscles flinched and fluttered beneath your palm.

"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do," you pressed your lips to his throat, feeling the way it bobbed as he swallowed, "I'm gonna get on top of you..." you walked your fingers down towards where his dick lay, red and leaking across his belly, "and you're going to eat me out," he moaned shakily against your cheek, hands lifting to grip your arms, "while I suck your pretty little cock. How's that sound?"

"S– so good. Fuck, that sounds so fucking good." He pulled at you greedily, begging you with wide, wanting eyes.

You caved to him all too easily, carefully maneuvering your body until you were situated above him, knees planted on the cushion on either side of his head. Hot breath rushed over your exposed core, sending shivers ricocheting down your spine. Hands gripped at your thighs, rough and calloused against your skin. He was pulling again, whining out soft, shuddering "please, please, please" as he tugged at your hips, trying to get you closer. Closer.

Teasingly, you kept your hips raised, just out of reach of his ravenous mouth, so eager to steal a taste. "Noona," he whined petulantly, "don't be cruel."

Cruel? You nearly scoffed. You haven't even begun.

Regardless, you decided to end the torture there, lowering your hips until you were within his reach. He didn't let a moment pass before his tongue was on you, lapping eagerly at your wet slit. You gasped, clutching tightly onto the thick muscles of his thighs, your own legs growing weak under his relentless ministrations.

Holy shit. You didn't expect it to feel that good.

It was only when Jungkook's hips bucked beneath you, a pleading whimper vibrating through your center, that you realized you weren't fulfilling your end of the deal. Stuttering back into motion, you encircled his hard length in an unsteady hand, feeling the raw heat of it throbbing angrily within your grasp.

"You're good with your tongue, baby." You chuckled breathlessly, pumping him slowly with the help of his spilling precum. He moaned in response to the praise, long fingers digging in hard to the flesh of your ass. Another, more violent tremble wracked your body as his tongue dragged over your sensitive clit, the responding rush of pleasure pulling a low groan from your chest.

Shit, if he kept that up—

Feeling that you'd given him enough of a head start, you dipped down, swiftly engulfing his glistening tip in your lips. Jungkook gasped against you, and you could almost picture his eyes snapping wide open, jaw going slack. The blissful pressure of his tongue gave way to cold air as he tensed and shuddered beneath you, all those hard, rigid muscles turning to jelly as he processed the mind numbing sensation of your mouth around his cock. It was an unwelcome absence, and you quickly found yourself growing impatient and —shamefully enough— needy, your aching core craving attention.

But Jungkook was a mess beneath you, moaning and whining pathetically as his hips bucked and spasmed, entirely overwhelmed. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you so tightly you were certain you'd be feeling it tomorrow. You felt his tongue, sloppy and uncoordinated lapping at your folds with a desperation that set your blood to flames. The vibrations of his sounds resonated through your clit, and you hastened your own movement, feeling yourself clench and throb with your impending release.

You pulled off of him with a lewd pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his swollen tip to your lower lip, before sliding your hands beneath his ample thighs and tugging.

"Lift your legs for me, baby."

He obeyed immediately, feet rising from the cushion, too lost in your intoxicating taste to second guess what you were planning. At least, not until he felt your touch shifting from his thighs to his ass, and a warm, wet dribble of saliva sliding over his hole. He flinched violently, a gasp shooting from his lips at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Ah–! N- Noona, where are you touching—" he yelped, trying to sit up and catch a glimpse around the shape of your body. Swinging your ankles up to rest against his shoulders, you forced him back down, looking back at him from over your shoulder with a cocked brow and a seductive grin.

"Where do you think?" You chuckling teasingly. "Are you clean?"

"Yeah..." he whispered shyly, and you could practically feel the heat of his blush radiating against your skin as he confessed, "I– I showered before coming over..."

"Good." You slid a single finger over the ring of muscle, watching in amusement as it fluttered and clenched in response to the unsubstantial caress. "Tell me if you need me to stop, alright?"

At first he only nodded, but choked out a soft "okay" when you pinched his thigh, urging him to use his words.

Purring out a low praise, you returned to his cock, licking a thick strip from base to tip as your index slowly circled his entrance. Jungkook whined and squirmed, still trying his best to keep up with pleasuring you. It was cute, feeling and hearing him struggle.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered what kind of face he was making beneath your dripping cunt. Were his eyes rolling to the back of his head? Was his tongue hanging out of his mouth? Was his feverish skin glistening with a mixture of his sweat and your arousal? Fuck, you were so curious.

In an attempt to stifle your frustration over not getting to see what kind of fucked out expression he wore, you sunk the tip of your digit into his hole, down to the first knuckle. Jungkook gasped at the unexpected intrusion, his already hard grip on your thighs tightening further. Even with just the tip in, he was clenching hard, and you allowed him a handful of moments to adjust to the sensation. You hummed around his length, swirling your tongue expertly over his sensitive tip to distract from any momentary discomfort he might've been feeling.

It seemed to work well enough, his body gradually relaxing around you as he let out soft, airy moans, delicate whispers of your name fluttering from his lips. "You can—" he whimpered as you licked his slit, "you can put it in deeper."

Heat coiled in your gut, a wicked smirk spreading across your face. "You want it deeper, kookie?" There was a taunting pitch to your words that had the boy curling in on himself, skin hot with embarrassment. When he made no effort to respond, you squeezed your free hand around the thick base of his dick, wrenching a cry from his throat. "If you want it deeper, you have to ask nicely."

"You're so mean, Noona." He whined hoarsely, the muscles in his legs tensing sporadically from the effort it was taking to not fuck himself into your closed fist.

"That didn't sound like a question..."

Jungkook groaned weakly, head tossed back in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. There was a beat, and then you felt the shy press of his lips against your clit accompanied by a light flick of his tongue.

"P– please put it in deeper, Noona..."

"Mmm, good boy," you emphasized the praise by slipping the rest of your finger into his tight heat, spitting once more to ensure substantial lubrications.

"Ngh— oh f– fuck—"

"Does it hurt?"

"No it just..." he swallowed thickly, "feels a little weird."

"This should help with that," you murmured, more so to yourself than him, curling your finger in search of that small bundle of nerves that would make him—

"Ah! Oh fuck!"

A smug grin settled across your lips. Found it.

Jungkook moaned loudly, tossing his head back, hips bucking violently as you rolled your finger against his prostate, sending tendrils of white hot pleasure bursting through his body. That's more like it.

"Feel good?"

"Yes! Yes! Feels– ah! Feels so good, noona," he sobbed brokenly, clutching onto your legs. You thrust your finger into him slowly, making sure to ease him into the feeling of having something inside of him. If you played this right, perhaps he'd let you do more than just finger him. You had toys sitting in your closet that you were just dying to use. Who better on than the cute snack thief next door?

"Think you can take another?" You asked, a bit eager to stretch him out, to see how much he could handle.

He nodded quickly, grinding his hips greedily down onto your finger, wanting it deeper, harder, faster. "Please. Please. I want more."

"Needy little slut." You laughed dryly, nudging your middle finger against the rim of his wet hole. You sure as hell didn't miss the way his pretty cock twitched in response to the degrading words, and a whole new round of excitement festered inside of you.

You were going to have so much fun with him.

It took a bit of careful prodding before you managed to press the length of your second digit inside of him, his tight walls clamping down around the invading appendages.

"Please move." He begged pathetically.

You planted a steadying palm to his hips as they began to buck, holding them down against the cushion. "You're too tight, sweetheart."

"I– I can't help it." He whined, a distressed cry breaking from his heaving chest.

Sympathy swirled in your belly. You could damn near feel the desperation radiating from his body in thick, hot waves. Dipping your head, you pressed a light kiss to the swollen, red head of his shuddering cock.

"Then let me help you relax."

Jungkook sobbed as you took him into your mouth, the warmth of your skilled tongue tracing a slow ring around the underside of his tip sending his head into a tailspin. It wasn't long before you felt the tension in his muscles melting away, quickly snatching the opportunity to start fucking your fingers into him. The pace you set was slow and steady, but you made sure that with every thrust you were brushing against his prostate.

The amount of pleasure rushing through his body at that point was overwhelming, and he'd been reduced to a moaning, crying mess beneath you. Any words he managed to choke out between his sounds of bliss was broken and unintelligible on swollen lips. A small corner of your mind was concerned about your neighbors, wondering if they could hear his wailing through the dangerously thin walls.

"N– Noona— it's so good, oh my god feels so fucking good—"

Fuck. To hell with the neighbors. They should be goddamn grateful.

You sped up the pace of your fingers, burying them down to the knuckle with each thrust. He was writhing now, unable to control his body let alone keep still as he was engulfed in a mind numbing heat. It wrapped itself around his every limb, his every sense overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his impending release.

"I– I think I'm gonna—" he couldn't even make it through his warning before he was cut off by his own whimpers. Luckily, you didn't need him to finish his sentence to know what he was trying to say. The signs were obvious enough, especially with the way his wall were throbbing around your fingers, the way he was pulsing between your lips, lathering the back of your tongue with an onslaught his salty pre-cum.

You hastened your ministrations, taking him off guard as your plunged down on his cock, stopping only when your lips met the sweat-slick skin of his pelvis. Jungkook cried out a shattered version of your name, unable to stop his hips from jerking up violently at the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you swallowed.

That seemed to be the last push he needed, because within the next second he was writhing and spilling hot cum down your throat, walls clamping down so hard around your fingers you worried they might break.

It was like nothing he'd every experienced before, he could feel it in every single part of his body. From his curled toes to his trembling finger tips, every last inch of him was devastated by the hurricane of erotic bliss. And unlike every other orgasms he'd experienced in the past, the high of it last way longer than just a few seconds. By the time it finally began to fade, he was still shaking.

You pulled your fingers out of him as gently as you could, but he still whimpered at the sensitivity, quivering legs squeezing shut. Maneuvering around so that you were draped over his chest, you whispered soft apologies against his throat and jaw, spilling soothing kisses across the flushed, perspiring skin. Jungkook curled into you, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

For a while you stayed like that, letting him bask in the post-orgasmic bliss as you bathed him in the kind of tender affection that he wasn't used to receiving from you. But, you'd always considered aftercare a vital part of a good sexual experience so, even if it was a bit out of character, you were more than happy to tell him just how good he'd been for you. And he was more than happy to relish in your praise.

"Noona?" He called for your attention suddenly, after his breathing had finally evened out and the deep crimson coating his cheeks had faded into an endearing pink.

"Yes?"

Against your lips, you felt him swallow.

"You didn't cum, did you?"

"I didn't." You admitted after a beat, suddenly reminded of the ache between your legs. You'd managed to be distracted from it, entirely too focused on breaking Jungkook in all the best ways to be concerned with receiving any pleasure. But now, you found yourself very much aware of just how badly you were craving your own release. Subconsciously, you squeezed your legs together.

There was a pause.

"Noona."

"Hm?"

"Sit on my face."

The demand had your hooded eyes flying wide open, mouth freezing mid-kiss.

"... please." He remedied in a bashful whisper.

For a moment, your brain went blank, not fully processing the request. But when it finally did, there were only two words that flooded into your mind and rushed from your lips in a breathless, excited murmur.

Fuck yes.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Everyone Has to Eat

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Noctus stared down the tip of Sunny’s spear, cold steel glinting not a few inches away from his face. Adam could hear the little coward’s thoughts as they ran circles inside his head. Could he escape, could he trick them, could he lie? Is there someone he could call for help. He didn’t know what Adam had meant about sending his maker friend to deal with the guards but the bastard was sure to get a nasty surprise once he learned…

Adam keyed his mic, “Celex, how are you holding up.”

The mic went to static for a moment, and for a second he worried something had happened to his old friend until, “Right peachy, you don’t happen to be calling me to tell me that these bastards got void creatures inside of them?’

Adam paused, “Uh, yeah.”

“Don’t bother.”

“You okay.”

“Like you have to ask.”

Adam shrugged to himself, he supposed he shouldn’t have been worried about the universe’s most bloodthirsty warlord, now with opposable thumbs and a pair of legs, coming to a theater near you in ultra 4k. 

Noctus didn’t seem pleased about the side of the conversation he had heard, and had probably managed to guess what was going on.

Adam shook him by the scruff of his neck, “Go on, we are all dying to hear what you have to say.”

“Fine!.” The tesraki snapped, “W-”

“And make it entertaining.” Adamsaid, I want to hear everything. Paint me a picture with words.

The Tesraki barred his teeth again, but this time he slumped downwards with defeat written in the lines of his body.

Adam held up the vial, “Is that where.” he motioned generally in Noctus’s direction, “Where all that came from.” 

Noctus pulled his ears back flat against his skull, but a stern look from Adam kept him from causing much more trouble. Instead he dangled helplessly by the scruff of his neck from Adam’s hand, legs curled up to his chest like a kitten in his mother’s mouth.

Start from the beginning, “How did you start working with Kazna.”

The Tesraki was unwilling to speak, but Sunny gave him all the encouragement she could, through the open threat of violence. No one in the room seemed eager to stop her either. Even Adam knew that, when it came to Sunny’s mother, there was no argument to be made.

“We were in prison together as you recall. I escaped and she didn’t, well at least not at the same time. I’ve been working to keep a low profile these past few years, got myself involved in the metal refinery industry, all very low profile, mostly metal sheeting for space ships and that sort of thing. Pays pretty well.” he said, motioning to the room around him for emphasis, and all of its lavish decorations.

“Still did some smuggling on the side of course, nothing big, mostly cheap knockoffs going against copyright laws, all the easy kind of stuff places don’t really care about. Human knock off brand items sell for really well on the Tesraki homeworld, and with so many of them, the bastards can’t get enough. Throw Noctopolis into the mix, and its good pickings.”

“Is this the part where I start to give a shit?” Red asked finally having recovered from his fall, and the subsequent attack, now leaning against one of the black glass pillars as he listened.

The Tesraki glowered at him, “Wasn’t talking to you.” he spat on the floor, as much as a tesraki can spit, which isn’t particularly well.

“Anyway there I was, living my life and doing things the way I do. Then you got the GA come in, make Noctopolis a part of their system, take all the border planets, begin their patrols, they are eddeling more than they ever have. My business starts to struggle, parts of my business anyway. More policing more checkpoints more more more, We weren’t doing them any real harm, just the cooperations, it shouldn’t have mattered, but they had to come in and ruin everything for those of us who weren’t smart enough to be stable in the first place.” he patted his chest in congratulations, “Couple of us got together and formed a little group of…. Entrepreneurs so you might say. We work to get the goods where they need to go while only the people who need to see the have to be involved. He glowered at Adam again, “No one gets hurt, no one has any problems.”

“I think you mean had.” Adam said shaking the vial in front of the Tesraki’s face.

Noctus shrugged, “Okay then, had, if you insist. When Kazna got out of her prison, maybe a year or so after she killed that kelly woman, she came to me.” he raised his hands, “now I am going to be honest, I didn’t really want to help the bitch but she drives a hard bargain and in the end I just couldn’t say no.”

“Tell us about the bargain, rat.” Sunny said, jamming her spear forward until it nicked the skin at the base of the Tesraki’s throat. 

Noctus waved away the tip of her spear, “Simple, my blue friend, I did what she wanted or she would kill me, plain as that. Wasn’t too thrilled about it at first, but the longer I worked with her the more I realized that this was actually a very great business opportunity for me. A great opportunity for all of us, me and my colleagues and the hundreds of others who became invested in the plan the longer we looked into it. Personally, I am in it for the money, always have been always will be, but the others….. There is a strange religious fervor to them.”

Adam shook his head, more out of confusion than any sort of disagreement. Distantly the sound of the fires and the metal refinery could still be heard as a low and indistinct rumble that echoed through the facility and bounced off the stone, “That doesn’t make sense, why would people WILLINGLY join the void. They do understand that those bastards are looking to terminate life as far as we understand it?”

Noctus laughed, “Poor Naieve STUPID boy. This isn’t about the end of the world as we know it, this is about them, their own selfish wants and desires.” he brushed a hand through the front of his fur, “People want to belong, they want to matter, some of them don’t care what they belong to or what matters as long as they can leave something Our organization is giving a voice to those who have never had a voice before, a purpose to the purposeless, companionship for all of those that have been forsaken by your precious makers.”

Maverick shook her head in disgust.

Noctus snorted, “Don’t be a hypocrite, I’ve seen your shadow, human. Besides, think about it, the makers take their own children, throw them down into these constructed bodies to suffer and die. Think of all the horrible things that the makers could prevent if they simply took care of their own children, all of the suffering that might be prevented. But instead they just threw us down here and don’t even bother to pay attention, never bothered to do anything to help us. “

“They did that to protect us FROM the void.” Adam said, shaking the tesraki, “They put us away to avoid THIS.” He held up the vial, “this is the exact reason why they couldn’t keep us around because they knew we could be corrupted. Look as a father I don’t want my son to get hurt, but I might have to let him suffer pain in order to protect him from something worse.”

“That’s not how the people see it,”

“Your people are stupid.”

Noctus shrugged, “Stupid maybe, misguided, perhaps, but angry and willing to do whatever it takes, they most certainly are. Thousands of them have already eagerly taken the power provided to them by our general, and thousands more will take it in the near future, even now our network has spread all over the galaxy infecting even the highest levels of government, When this is all over….. No one will be safe.”

Adam shook his head.

“At the end of the day you all are still a minority terrorist organization. And if I have to, I will weed you out one by one.”

Noctus just laughed.

Just then Adam’s radio crackled.

“Uh, Adam. yo uare going to want to come take a look at this.”

With a growl Adam pulled up, keeping Noctus caught tight by the scruff of his neck as he turned and headed towards the doors doing his best to skirt around the center of the floor where he knew the trapdoor lay concealed. Noctus continued to cackle lightly to himself, while the looks on the faces of the others were hard and cold.

They were just as worried as he was.

Celex’s call lead them down through the facility, away from the glass and marble palace and back into the steel refinery. There were no guards to be seen, but plenty of the workers still milled about. Most of them didn’t do much work, but a few of them glanced nervously in Adam’s direction, others cowered on the floor.

It seemed as if Celex had been by this way,

And recently.

They headed down a few more flights, through a series of dark hallways and as they went the rooms began to slowly grow in heat, until Adam was sweating even despite his partial armor.

Inside his helmet. Fealty was growing with agitation displeased at the growing heat,

Red panted like a dog

Maverick looked miserable, and only Ramirez and Sunny seemed unbothered by the heat, which was almost to be expected.

Luckily there was only one more set of stairs downward before they found themselves walking onto another large factory floor. They all stopped at the top of the catwalk looking out onto the floor with a mixture of awe and growing horror.

Celex was waiting for them at the top of the catwalk holding a struggling worker in one of his hands.

It was a man, surprisingly, almost all human except for the shattered bone shards protruding from his chest. Celex himself looked none the worse for wear, even the heat didn’t bother the Ex Celzex , whose technicolor hair rolled around his shoulders in loose waves which undulated gently with the heat of the fire.

“Celex, what is this.” Adam asked, eyes still riveted on the floor,

“This, is the means of distribution.”

Down on the floor lines of glowing orange vials were being pumped into industrial sized canisters of insecticide, massive tanks in all shapes and sizes with different company logos and origins headed to different destinations.

The void was banking on the one thing that everyone had in common to spread the infection. 

Everyone had to eat.

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That april brain rot with the three in one brain cell hit me with all the emotions. Would you be willing to write a continuation with the boys getting revenge for the reader?? I am out for some blood 😾😾😾😾

I... I may have gone off the deep end with this lmao.

But, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and everyone else in Heartlabyul have a tad bit of Yandere tendency, hope you don't mind jslkdfjldkf

The first part if anyone's curious!

TW: Yandere tendencies; descriptions of violence; Cussing; Possessiveness; Threats

It wasn't easy finding him- the bastard who did this. Ace had to do some fine digging to find out where he ran off to and even then he needed Cater's help (who didn't mind one bit, he was almost too eager) to find him hiding in the Dwarves house that the four of you officially became friends at.

Ace scowls at this realization, watching as the student cowered and squirmed under Deuce's shoe. "Oi, Juice-"

"What?" It probably came out a lot harder than Deuce was intending, but Ace really didn't mind, he understood the feeling.

It took a moment for Ace to continue, his sharp eyes taking in the way the boy whimpered in pain as Deuce dug his heel deeper into his spine. "Don't beat him up here-" he gestured around, waiting as green-blue eyes took in the familiar cob webs and worn wood- "got too many good memories and all that mushy stuff, you know?"

Duece nodded, his gaze dull as it focused back on the boy. "Yeah. But where are we gonna go?"

They stood there mulling over their limited options before they heard a snicker. Turning to Grim who floated behind them, Ace raised an eyebrow. "What? You got an idea, Raccoon?"

"Of course the Great Grim has an idea!" Grim kept snickering as his hind feet touched the ground, walking over to the trembling figure on the floor. His pupils where almost pin pricks as he stared down at him. "Why not take him to the cave?"

"C- cave?" The boy trembled, a bit of red dribbling from his split lip from where Deuce had socked him.

Ace let out a laugh- something mean and ugly. "We could! Just tie him up and wait for that thing to come and rip him to shreds right?"

Deuce hummed. "But Riddle told us not to do anything too nasty."

Ace slung an arm over his friend's shoulder, red eyes leering down at the round eyes of the boy. "He also said nothing that could be our fault- and, how would it be our fault if goldilocks here pulled some stupid shit and decided to fuck with some sort of monster, hm?"

Deuce's eyebrows twitched. His grin turned wicked as he nodded, "yeah, some dumbass thinking they're all that and getting screwed over... it'd be a pretty likely story."

Grim nodded, floating just above the above the boy's terrified face. "And we wouldn't even have to try!"

"W-why?" The student suddenly cried out. Ace couldn't help but stare down at him, the air suddenly getting tense. "Why are you all doing this?"

"What? Are you stupid?" Grim hissed, suddenly scratching the student's eye making him yelp. "You hurt my henchman, there's no other reason!"

"Hench-" he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut tight- "you mean (Y/N)?"

"'You mean (Y/N)?'- who else are we talking about, idiot?"

"Who else did you hurt as badly as them, huh?" Deuce leaned down, grabbing a fistful of the boy's hair, yanking him back hard. The boy winced.

"They- they-" he licked his lips, wheezing for air- "they said no! They should have said yes, it would have been so much easier! We- we're meant to be-" his shaking words bleed into a sudden groan as the fist holding his blond strands tightened to the point that Deuce's leather gloves groaned in protest.

Ace threw his head back laughing, "meant to be? Bull- fucking- shit! You don't know anything about them!" The boy opened his mouth to say something when the side of a polished shoe ended up slamming into his teeth. "You wanna know who does know them? Us. We pretty much now everything about them. If they belonged-" he snorted- "together with anyone, it'd be fucking us."

He reveled at the rage that flashed in those blue eyes, the sheer audacity this idiot had thinking he was something important to you made another snort leave Ace's throat.

Deuce growled, his lips curling. "What're you so pissed about? Is it because Ace is right? That they barely knew your name and then rejected you? What'd you expect?" Deuce suddenly slammed their head down against the rotting floor board and the boy let out a pained shout, Grim giggling in the background. "You expect them to run into your arms? Huh? Dumbass!" He reared his head back and slammed it back down again. There was a worrisome crack, but none of them seemed to care.

"We..." The student whimpered. "We were meant to be something... They would have learned to love me. They would have..."

Grim let out another hiss, blue flames flicking out of the corners of his mouth. "They would have nothin'! My henchman is my henchman! You can't have them! I'll burn you to a crisp if I have to!"

"Don't burn him alive, idiot raccoon." Ace said, grabbing the cat by the back of the scruff. "Remember, we let the monster have it's way with him, remember?"

"Monster?" The familiar voice made the group jump. Ace turned to see Riddle, Trey, and Cater standing in the dilapidated doorway. Riddle's eyebrows raised as he took a step towards them. "There're monsters here?"

"Yeah!" Grim said, a little too happy, "Big and scary! It has a pickaxe!"

"And you're thinking about... giving this one to it?"

"Why not?" Ace shrugged, his eyes shining with a sadistic malice as his gaze floated between the student (who was barely moving now, he figured that he might have been knocked out). "It'd be easy to come up with an excuse as to why he was out here-"

"It really would!" Cater suddenly chimed in, a grin on his lips, "I went diving through his files, turns out he's not as much of a goody-goody as he wants everyone to think!" He pulls out his phone, tapping at his screen before leaning over and showing it to Riddle who's eyebrows raised and eyes widened as he skimmed over the words.

"Ditching- causing multiple fights-" he mumbled, his eyes narrowing the further he went.

"Yep! It'd be really simple!"

"And he deserves it!" Deuce declared, "after everything he put (Y/N) through..." his face twisted into something angry, pupils dilating. "He deserves ten times worse."

"I agree," Trey said, nodding. A sage smile on his face, while he rolled up his sleeves (he had forgone his jacket and vest, only in the thin white undershirt of his uniform tucked into the belted waist of his pants). "So, let's get to doing that, if that's alright with you, dorm leader?"

Riddle nods. "It's only right." His steely eyes open slowly to reveal the rage boiling in them. "Hurting someone so important. It only deserves the most fitting punishment."

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