#I slam my fist into the ground wailing and if you look into my mind you will see the scrapbook moment replaying in my head

[moxymaxing]

if you give a fish a family

[chxrryhansen]

4.   rafe finding reader's toys she has and using them all on her at once because his ego is all like “I’m not good enough or something? Fine!”

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i’m so sorry i literally just realised you asked for him to use them all on her after, i didn’t see it until i was just about to post, sorry if i disappointed <3

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you stood from the couch in shock as rafe burst through the living room door, his messy bangs sticking to his forehead and his face red with fury and a medium size box in his hands, the rage in his eyes clear.

“rafe wha-“

he threw the box into your lap, his hands settling on his hips as he stared you down with his dark blues.

“what. the. fuck. is. this?” his tone calmer than usual which immediately put you on edge, and causing an eery feeling to rise in your stomach.

looking down at the box you stilled, a bright pink 7 inch dildo staring straight back at you, along side your pretty purple vibrator. swallowing heavily you looked up at him through your lashes, rafe sneered.

“what the fuck is this shit huh? what yo-you think that im not good enough or somethn’ ? hiding that shit from me, did you really think i wouldn’t find out? huh? you thought that i- that i wouldn’t find out that my own girlfriends a-a needy fuckin’ cock whore?”

his anger was visible through his clenched fists as he rambled, pacing back and forth in-front of you.

“rafe i-i swear i haven’t used them since i met you, i don’t even need them anymo-”

he scoffed, throwing his hands in the air in mock understanding before swiftly moving to grip your jaw in a tight grip. you hated when he got like this, when his jealousy and insecurity took over there was no grounding rafe cameron. you should’ve known there was no point in trying to argue with him, he always wins. every single time.

“you’re a fuckin’ liar. you’re a lying fuckin’ whore. this dick not good enough for you, hmm? i’ll fuckin’ show you.” he murmured. you held his hand in your own, planting your feet and making a move to stand on shaky legs.

not on his watch.

rafe gripped your shoulders, roughly throwing you back down onto the couch, face down, before pulling up your skirt and tearing your panties in half. you keened, gasping at the sensation of cool air hitting your bare cunt.

your gasp quickly turned to a scream as rafe pummelled his cock into your pussy, no warning, no preparation, nothing. with one thrust he was balls deep, bottoming out into your cervix and sending tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. “fuck rafe!” you cried, the pain overwhelming.

he didn’t care. in his mind you deserved it. i mean, how dare you use his hole without permission? thoughtlessly shoving another cock in his cunt.

“shut the fuck up, you dumb bitch. i really gotta’ teach you the basics all over again, huh? this is my pussy, y’hear me? mine. say it, tell me who’s pussy this is.” he growled, his hips slamming into your plump ass from behind, the sound of skin clapping filling the room, his thick hand wrapped around your hair and tugging roughly.

“yours! it’s your pussy. i’m sorry, daddy. i’m so s-” you wailed into the cushion as rafe pushed your head back down into the couch.

“damn right it is, and did i give you permission to put some other cock in my pussy? caus’ i swear i didn’t.” he laughed manically, drowning out your cries. his thrusts becoming heavier, his thick length driving into your cervix with every pump.

“didn’t your ma ever tell you not to touch other peoples toys?”

[hongjoongspoetry]

Bones, Blood and Teeth Erode - Teaser

⚠️ Pairing(s): Jeong Yunho x F!Reader

⚠️ Genres/Tropes: non-idol AU, zombie apocalypse AU, horror, romance, hurt/comfort, a lot of action, smut, a lil comedy, golden retriever x black cat

⚠️ Warnings/Tags: female reader, no use of (Y/N), explicit language, use of weapons (guns, knives), blood and gore (quite descriptive), zombies, murder, reader is a badass... more to come

⚠️ Wordcount: Estimated 30-40K

⚠️ A/N: As it's still a WIP, nothing is set in stone and scenes can be changed until the whole work is published. I also don't have a summary ready, but... enjoy! 😀

This is all fiction and not meant to represent the idols involved in any way or form. This work is NSFW and not appropriate for minors as it contains explicit scenes, not just sexual content, but descriptions of both physical and verbal fights, as well as adult language and gore. Minors and ageless blogs, please, refrain from reading or interacting with this work or my blog!!!

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Yunho was there in seconds to haul you off the ground, his hand grabbing the back of your shirt, shouting at you to run.

“Are you deaf?! Go!” 

It was the harsh push to your shoulder that finally got you moving. Slow and uncertain steps, but moving nonetheless thanks to Yunho barking orders behind you. One would think you had never stepped foot outside the prison walls, let alone gone on numerous resource runs. Everything between Yunho’s push to you reaching the make-up store was a blur. The blood covering your knife and hands — along with the trail of corpses left behind you — being the only proof you had been involved in the massacre. 

“I told you to get inside!” 

You jumped as Yunho’s hand landed on your forearm, tugging you toward the store. Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you counted over a hundred rotting heads. The shutters would only hold a dozen until it broke and they tore you apart. 

Yunho watched the gears turn in your head and got a whiff of what you planned to do. “Don’t.”

The foreign depth in his voice did nothing to change your mind and he noticed it too, thus holding onto you until his fingers turned white and the veins of his hands protruded. You snapped out of the haze as another forceful tug bruised your arm. Determined to see your plan till the end, you used the element of surprise to your advantage and bore your teeth into his wrist, just enough for Yunho to loosen his hold on you and give you the chance to step back. You ripped your bag off your shoulders and slung it at Yunho, who caught it with an ‘oomph’, successfully keeping him down on his rear for a few extra seconds. His raspy call of your name clawed at your heart. Something was eating you from the inside, but you ignored the wails of your soul and kicked the cart with all your might, allowing the shutters to fall with a bang. Your stubbornness wasn’t the sole thing to stand between you two anymore.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

You paid little mind to the burning feeling in your chest and the flame dancing across his features. Leaving him there would hurt, but it would be hell to see him get ripped to shreds knowing he had a chance of surviving. Back at the prison, you only had one person to look out for whilst Yunho was a pillar for many. You couldn’t do that to them. To Hongjoong, Mingi, Wooyoung… Heck, you couldn’t do it to yourself. Angry Yunho was a fleeting image. It would pass, but the Yunho with cheesing eyes and heart shaped lips pulled in a joyous smile would forever be engraved in your memory. 

“It’s not going to hold,” you gestured to the stupid shutter. “Get home and make sure the stuff gets to Hongjoong.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving without you!”

“Tell Nari I love her–”

His fist slammed against the metal cover and for a moment you thought it would crumble beneath his touch. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re going to tell her yourself because we’re going back together!”

There was so much on your mind. What to say, what message to leave the others; apologies and closure or a last round of advice?

“I’ll find you. Outside, I’ll find you. I’m not dyi… “ Your throat tightened at the empty promise. You didn’t know if you said that to reassure him or yourself. “Ten minutes. If I’m not outside in ten minutes, you’ll leave. Yunho, promise me you’ll leave.”

If only you knew what you were doing to his poor soul. Asking him of the impossible. He could promise you anything you wanted, anything in this cursed world and he’d hand it to you on a silver platter. Anything, but that. Leaving you behind was like signing his own death sentence. He’d be nothing, but the shell of a man. An empty, hollow, useless shell with the bitter taste of resentment for both your selfless and selfish sacrifice. Yunho knew agreeing to keep the promise would give you a peace of mind yet, if anything happened to you, he’d be haunted by the memories of you until his very last breath.

Across from him, you waited as if time wasn’t about the most sacred thing you could have. A mix of concern and determination wedged in your beautiful features and Yunho knew he had to speak, although he didn’t want to because the words rolling off his dry tongue would be some kind of agreement to your request. 

“Yunho, please.”

The burning fire in his eyes dimmed as a wave of tears washed over them. They looked magical, even when obscured by grief and longing for the one still alive. His bottom lip formed into a pout to keep from trembling just as his hands balled into fists for that same reason. The sand continued seeping out of the imaginary hourglass, no matter how much Yunho tried scooping it back inside, the universal clock wouldn’t stop ticking. 

With great effort — his lips parted and the shaky breath released aimed straight at your heart as did the tears brimming his red eyes which were a reflection of your own — he nodded. “I promise… but don’t make me fulfill it.”

In another life, the vow would be exchanged in a happier setting, surrounded by friends and family. Vacant of gloomy clouds and death knocking at your door, and filled with belly laughter and tears of joy instead. A time where the promise of sacrifice was made out of love and not for survival.

“Yunho, I–”

The remaining seven letters died in your throat as cold and wrinkly fingers sunk into your shoulder. Yunho watched you scramble from the touch, his heart pounding for your safety, and felt completely useless. He couldn’t breathe until your blade was driven into the side of the biter’s head and the creature landed with a thud, blood pooling at your feet. The growling worsened and you needed to get a move on if you ever planned on seeing another shift between the sun and moon. 

“Come back to me, do you understand?” 

Your eyes met for what could be the last time and you drank him in like he was a part of the seven wonders of the world. 

His messy charcoal strands falling over his equally dark brows, knitted together with a crease in the middle that you wanted to smooth out. Trailing down to his naturally puffy eyes reflecting a storm of emotions — thundering anger and heavy anguish — threatening to spill over with tears. Your throat tightened. You couldn’t bear seeing the pain you inflicted upon him and hastily followed the slope of his pretty nose, red as a ripe strawberry. A beautiful blush, probably stemming from his anger, kissed his round cheeks and spread to his ears. The need to reach out and touch him, caress him with reassurances that everything would be fine, grew at the sight of his trembling lips.

The angel on your shoulder whispered for you to run. Another whisper — this time from the devil — tingled your ears with the statement to stay a little longer. You wanted to heed the little red fella, but what you wanted wasn’t what you needed, so with a final nod, you tore away from his painful gaze and willed yourself not to turn back around because if you did, you wouldn’t be able to leave. 

With fear and adrenaline pumping through your veins and the promise of returning alive, you slipped on the mask of a soldier — putting a pause to the war in your head — and faced the army of the dead. 

“Come get me, fucking assholes!”

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[lovely-p-issues]

Calypso put the new flowers in the vase.

It didn't matter how much water she poured in or how often she changed the plants - the flowers always wilted after a few hours and nothing of her magic could prevent that. She didn't understand that. Just like she didn't understand a lot of things that had happened since her Beloved had shown up on her island.

The late dinner was slowly cooling, the smell wafted throughout the house and the last wisps of steam were disappearing somewhere in the air. She was used to waiting for him. To waiting for him to turn up in her bed at night, for him to join her in the warm springs of the island and rest in her embrace, for him to give up those childish dreams of Ithaca and burn all those tools he was trying to hide from her.

She had waited so long. She could have waited a little longer.

‘Oh darling, this looks just amazing.’

It wasn't Odysseus' voice. Odysseus never sounded so cheerful.

She turned and clenched her fist, and the candles in the room flickered.

At the head of the table, where she usually seated Odysseus, sat a strange man.

No, not a man.

A god, smiling at her with his teeth bared. He sprawled comfortably in a chair, holding a chalice in his hand, Odysseus' chalice, into which she had not yet had time to pour wine. However, the intruder seemed not to mind as he took a sip from it without taking his eyes off her. In his other hand he held a strange staff, entwined with two snakes. He rotated it in his hand, as if slightly bored.

‘This place is not for you, Hermes,’ Calypso growled, and the candles went out completely.

She noticed with anger that the Lilies of the Valley, which only an hour ago had tempted her with their fragrance in the meadow, had begun to bow to the ground. The petals were covered in spots.

The Messenger of the Gods only laughed heartily. Something about that joy made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. He waved the Caduceus, and the candles lit up again, but this time with a rosy glow. She gritted her teeth.

‘So you remember me? I shouldn't be surprised, I can make an impression, after all I am-’

‘Uninvited. And unwelcome.’

‘Funny, I don't recall you being bothered by not being invited when the waves tossed a certain wanderer onto the shore.’

She turned.

‘I enjoy his company.’

She had work to do. She placed the pot over the hearth.

‘I don't doubt it, darling. Tell me, though, does he enjoy yours?’

The wind wailed and hit the shutters. Out of the corner of her eye, Calypso noticed that the petals of the buttercups had fallen on the table. She had to restrain herself from shouting.

‘He will learn to enjoy it. I have time, all the time in the world. His wife cannot say the same. Even his son will eventually turn to dust. And he will finally be able to move on.’

'Ah, so you put your trust in the workings of Chronos, the god of time. A touching method, mortals claim, but even they can tell the difference between it and a vain hope. How long has it been, darling? Seven years, if I count correctly?'

She slammed her hands on the table, glancing at him over her shoulder.

‘Oh, please, what is seven years?’

‘For us?’ waved the Caduceus between them. ‘Nothing. For them?’ he waved his hand towards the window. ‘It's a bit more complicated.’

‘Why do you care? Why couldn't you fly over my island without looking back, like you always do?’

‘For many reasons. If only for the fact that, as you know, I am the god of travellers. What kind of a patron would I be if I didn't make sure that such a determined man didn't make it home?’

‘He is home.’

Although Hermes took a compassionate tone, his face remained sullen.

‘A lie doesn't suit your eyes, darling.’

She clenched her fists and furrowed her forehead.

‘I won't let you-’

Hermes was no longer sitting behind the table. He was hovering over her, and his eyes, though hidden by the shadow of his helmet, glittered with rage.

‘You will let me speak, for as the Messenger of the Gods, I speak not only with my voice, but also with the voice of Zeus, the King on Olympus. You will let Odysseus go. You will end his torment. You will let him sail home. You will give him everything he needs for the journey. And then you will come back here and learn to live without him.’

Calypso didn't think she could still be afraid of anything after all these years. She took a step closer and raised her head so that their noses nearly touched.

‘He's going to die.’

Hermes tilted his head.

‘Let me worry about that, darling.’

His voice was cheerful again.

He moved away from her and began to play with the dried flowers.

She stood in silence, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would start to cry. Finally, she quieted the storm in her chest.

‘What if I convince him?’ she looked at the god, a challenge burning in her eyes. ‘What if he decides to stay?’

‘Then I will be more than impressed, darling, even as a god whose one of his myriad talents is deft eloquence.’

Hermes moved closer to her. In his hands he held a garland braided with petunias, monkshoods and yellow carnations. Fatal was a crown for the queen of Ogygia.

She had not brought those flowers. She took one last look past the set table and the cold food. The only flowers she had brought herself that had not fallen from their strength were yellow roses, the scent of which now made her choke.

Hermes adorned her head with a garland in the gentlest of motions.

‘Go on, Calypso. I shall watch.’

The wings rustled and Calypso was alone. Again.

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I hope you enjoyed a little dangerous Hermes c:

[moeyes]

"the ache of yearning" ♡ | lady k and the sick man

pairing: totsumoto yuushi x fem. reader x lady k

warnings: 7.7k words, smut, threesome!!!, bisexual reader, down bad! reader, friends to fwb(?) sexual tension, voyeurism (on yuushi and k's end), fingering, face-sitting, dirty talk, light lactation (on lady k’s end-), creampie

synopsis: it's hard to let go of something you want, especially when you come face-to-face with it everyday.

YOU SWORE THAT THEY WERE BEING LOUD ON PURPOSE. The constant, antagonizing moans and wails that echoed throughout the thin apartment walls, resonating within your bedroom. No matter how much you tossed and turned, smothering your ears with layers atop layers of cotton barriers, you could still hear them. A part of you wanted to march right out of your covers, and give the couple a piece of your mind for being this loud, every night. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to cool down when one particular thud against the side of the wall, right next to your head, was enough for you snap.

"I knew that this place was crappy, but this?!" The noise was still ringing in your head, but that didn't stop you from rising up, practically fuming. You didn't take another moment to consider your approach, nor your presentation— this situation wasn't your fault. Stomping out of your room with clenched fists, you intentionally slammed the door behind you, the noise causing the lewd sounds to stop momentarily, before picking right back up in pace. Grumbling curses under your breath, you marched to the room adjacent to you, pounding on the door. You didn't even wait for the door to open; after all, you were too fed up for civilities after a whole week of sleepless nights.

"Would you mind being at least a bit quieter?! I haven't gotten a wink of sleep because of you both fucking like rabbits! Like, damn, how do you have that much stamina to keep me up, nights on end, due to your-" Your heated ramblings were cut short by the appearance of a burly man, staring right down at you. It was as if you short-circuited, thoughts escaping your mind faster than you recall them. His brows were furrowed, seemingly upset like you were the one who was the problem in this dilemma. From the shirt and boxers that were haphazardly tossed on to some strands of his hair damp and stuck to his forehead made it clear that your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. Heaving out a sigh, you place a hand on my hips, standing your ground despite being somewhat intimidated (yet very attracted) to the man in front of you.

"Look, I get that you and your partner are as happy as can be, but you guys are too loud," Gathering your thoughts, you attempt to express them as kindly as you can. "I haven't slept ever since you two moved in, and I would greatly appreciate if you can be a little more considerate to your neighbor." Looking up at him, you realized that his attention wasn't on you, eyes already staring down, but it seemed like it wasn't on your face. Following where his dark irises were fixated on, you realized that you weren't dressed decently. A simple pair of white panties paired with your graphic baby-tee shirt being all that covered you, leaving little to the imagination. "Shit...!" Your cheeks were quick to flush at the realization, sparing no time to hurry back to your room, not daring to look back at him as you quickly closed your door.

Sliding down to the bamboo flooring, you contemplate moving out first thing in the morning. You didn't have much, and it would much better than living next to the hot, horny man that saw your undergarments. The issue really lied in finding another place as cheap as this to stay, and deep down, you knew you wouldn't come across another opportunity like this again. Burrowing your head even deeper into your palms, you tried to clear your thoughts. With how quiet it became, it at least became a bit easier to think without being interrupted by a groan or a grunt. As you continued to sit, the less you actually wanted to move, feeling as though if you slept over it, everything that had just transpired would disappear. Crossing your arms over your knees and resting your head upon them, you snuggled in close, finally having a quiet night's rest.

It was much easier to fall asleep than you though, eyelids lulling shut in a matter of seconds as your heartbeat slowly came to a steady pacing. Your body relaxed from its tensed stature, laying back against the door as you became comfortable against the sturdy surface. You didn't realize how long you've been sleeping for until you awoke to a noise too close for you to block out. It was a soft knock to the door, stirring you from out of your slumber to get up. Stretching from the uncomfortable location you managed to sleep in, it only proved to you how much you needed to rest. "Ugh, what time is it...?" You rubbed your eyes, but the instance you peaked a glance, you were blinded by the rays of sunlight peering from out the window across from you. Shuffling from off the floor, you shielded your eyes, opting to turn open the door to face whoever's on the side.

Not caring to think about it, you creak open the door just enough to where you could see who was on the other side. "Sorry, I'm not interested in whatever you're-" By the time your vision finally beginning to focus on the view in front of you, it was too late to retreat back into your room. There he was, your unbearably hot neighbor who you accidentally flashed upon first meeting. The memories of last night washed over you like a tsunami, uncaring for how you processed it all. Realizing that you were still without pants, quickly shut the door back on him. "D-Don't leave! I'll be right back!" You inform him, making sure that you were loud enough for him to hear. Grabbing your discarded pair of sweatpants tossed from your basket, you hurried back over to the door to greet him properly.

A thought of you believed that he wouldn't bother waiting, but when you opened the door for a second time, he was still there in all of his unkept glory. Well, he much more dressed than last night, a loose black t-shirt and matching sweatpants covered his body, yet his physique still managed to look defined. Trying not to fixate on his clothes for too long, you follow the trail of black up to his ruffled hair, looking just as dark as it did in the hallway at night. In the daylight, you were able to appreciate the small trim of facial hair along his jawline and the imprinted eyebags that tied together his whole rugged appearance. You couldn't complain; after all, he was most certainly your type.

"Um, did you need something?" You asked, your tone coming off much more defensive than intended. Why did he bother showing up, after that fiasco? Maybe he was gonna try to blackmail you into not reporting him? You shook your head. It wasn't cool to jump to the worst-case scenario— especially when the man hasn't even said anything yet. "Here, this is for you." His deep. somewhat raspy voice reverberated pleasantly in your ears, entrancing you to give him your undivided attention. Even with that power, he didn't say anything else, causally handing over the bag to you as he was quick to get ready to leave with the wave of his hand, but you didn't want this interaction to be over.

"Wait!"

The word came out rushed, but you didn't care how silly you must've sounded. "I want to properly thank you and apologize, as well." The introduction of your name came after, figuring that if he wasn't going to acknowledge yesterday's events, you shouldn't stress over it. Moving up to him, you offered him an outstretched hand, saying, "I should have come sooner to formally discuss the issue, rather than causing a scene. I'm sorry if I scared you and your girlfriend." There were factors in this situation that made it mutually both of your fault, and you'd rather not dwell on it longer than needed. "Girlfriend?" The cigarette that hung between his lips muffled his speaking slightly, but you could tell he was confused by the assumption.

You tilted your head, swearing that with the way they were fucking, they had to be in a relationship with one another. "Isn't she? I thought that the girl in there is the same one I've been hearing all week." You stated, raising your brows at him. "You listened that hard?" The scruffy man suddenly remarked, dodging your question entirely to counter with one of his own. You felt your face flush, feeling as though you ratted yourself out on this one, but you weren't going to admit it to him directly. "I mean, it was the thing keeping me up all night. It was kinda hard ignoring all the noise." You also thought her moans were quite cute, short and consistent, but you weren't going to tell him that either. He paused, not responding to your words as he took in a long drawl of the nicotine before removing his lips from the cigarette butt, exhaling it all out.

"Our situation is... Complicated. Sorry for disturbing you with it, I'd be pissed too if I couldn't sleep for so long," Flicking his cigarette away from you, his eyes returned to your own, watching your expression become less guilt-ridden and a little more relaxed. "To be honest, I've never had the chance to see you, so I thought I had no neighbors." One of his hands reached upwards, scratching at his chin at the thought. "I've picked up a bunch of shifts this week, so I've been gone most of the mornings," You explained, folding your arms and letting the bag dangle from your fingers. "Not gonna lie, when I came home last week, you two scared the crap outta me. I thought it was some ghosts since this place is haunted. The next morning, I went to the landlord to talk about the whole ordeal, and that's when I figured out you moved in."

When you initially thought about it being ghosts haunting over you from the other room, it became much sillier now seeing this very much alive man in front of you. He awkwardly chuckled at your words, not offering much feedback on your story at all. Something that you thought would lighten this tension between the both of you somehow made it worse. Giving up on getting his name seemed like the best thing to do, especially since you didn't know how much time you had before work. "Well, it was nice meeting you, neighbor. I'll see you around...?" Figuring that he didn't want to be bothered anymore, you turned on your heel, making your way to your room, when he unexpectedly said, "Totsumoto Yuushi." Turning your body around to slightly face him, you halt in your movements.

He could tell how you were slightly confused by the way you were looking at him, so he decided to clarify the sudden introduction of his name. "Sorry, I only just now realized that I didn't tell you my name when you greeted me." You blinked a couple times at him, not expecting him to share his name with you, but it definitely made you a bit more optimistic with your relationship with him. Who knows, maybe you'll be able to become something more than just next-door neighbors with him? "Thanks for telling me. That name suits you, it's nice." Humming out the words, you figured that's all he had to say as you began to turn away from him, once more. Walking past him, right back to the entrance of your apartment, you placed your hand on the doorknob, twisting it open.

"I could say the same thing about you. You've got quite the pretty name," He had this habit of catching you off guard with his prolonged speech, as if he waiting until you were distracted to leap his words at you. "I'll see you around, don't be a stranger." You could only give him an affirmative nod, too embarrassed by his initial statement to speak aloud properly. Hurrying back into your room, you closed the door behind you, palms sweaty and face flushed once again— all because of him. Feeling the plastic become slick between your hands, you decided to place it on the counter to see what exactly he brought you. It was a couple snacks that he picked out, a seemingly thoughtful mixture of salty and sweet treats that you could pick and choose from in your free time.

"How sweet of him..." Smiling to yourself, you wondered if his partner in crime helped pick the arrangement out. If so, then maybe you should go over sometime to thank her as well; after all, it would be nice to meet the mystery lady as well. "Maybe I can get them something as well." During the duration of your getting ready and throughout your shift as a hostess, your mind went back to Yuushi, and somehow, it made the day go by much faster than you could've expected. As the men berated your ears with their woes, your charming, glossy-lipped smiles and small nods of the head, was enough to fool them that you were listening. Your body was here, but you mind roamed elsewhere, all the way back to your apartment complex, to the deviously attractive man next door.

It was hard not to feel the jealousy pangs towards the woman that has the privilege to sleep with him every night, but it's not like you wanted to interfere and cause drama amongst the apartment complex. You're no homewrecker, after all. Work continued to pass by with relative ease, and by the time you were out, late night had already settled throughout the sky, engulfing the once busy streets into darkness. Fortunately, the walk home went by relatively quick, but on the downside, you could feel your heels throbbing after the repetitive cycle of doing this all week. Stumbling down the quiet streets, you contemplated taking off your shoes, but you'd rather not have to deal with your bare feet walking on the dirty sidewalk.

"I gotta get some bandages later..." As much as you wanted to get them now, your body refused to cooperate with the plan, rushing to get home as fast as your tired body allowed you to. Hiking up the skirt of your dress, you slowly walked alongside the wall of your apartment complex. Shoes being carried in one hand, bag in the other, you heaved out a sigh. "The first thing I'm doing is taking a bath..." Caught up within your mind, you didn't hear the jiggle of a doorknob, nor the creak of the poor doors opening up to reveal Yuushi and... A lady? From the glimpse you caught of her, she was most certainly gorgeous.

A curvy physique, plump in all the right places, flowing ebony hair cascading down her body, yet it was all incomparable to her gentle-looking features. The white dress she was wearing left little to the imagination, especially around her cleavage area. You didn't have enough time to appreciate it all when you accidentally collided with a less than pillowy chest than the pair you saw; instead, it was much firmer and for a moment, you nearly mistook it for a wall with how roughly you bumped into it. "Shit, that hurt..." You moaned in pain, rubbing at the sore spot on your forehead, trying to figure out what you exactly bumped into. Peering up, you were faced with the man who was on your mind all night. Gasping at the sight, you took a large step back, leaning onto the back of your feet to catch yourself from falling.

"Crap, I'm so sorry about that, Totsumoto. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." Glancing through your peripheral, you hope that you'd catch sight of the stunning lady, but his hand laid heavy on the door, sealing it shut and enclosing the room from prying eyes, like yours. "I'm fine, didn't hurt me much, but you don't look so good over there." You shook your head, removing the hand on your temple to get a better view of him. "I'll manage. Besides, you were going somewhere, right? Don't let me stop you," Trying to put his mind to rest, you raised your arm up, almost as if you was flexing some bulging biceps (that you, unfortunately, did not have). "I'm a strong girl, Totsumoto. If I can handle walking in these torturous heels all week, I can handle a little bump to the head."

Putting on a undamaged façade wouldn't be so difficult if your feet weren't already cramping, or if the light layer of makeup was starting to get in your eyes. Nonetheless, because of your actions, you were able to hear Yuushi chuckle, a faint smile rising to his lips as he watched you. "Heh, how cute," Yuushi remarked, before turning his back to you with a wave of his hand, signaling his departure. "Go get some rest already, see ya later." With that, he headed out of the apartment complex. You didn't bother asking where he was going; first of all, it wasn't your business. Second, you were much more fascinated with the two things— the fact that he said you were cute, and the lady in his room. You didn't know if she was still by the door, or if she retreated to bed, but you at least wanted to apologize to her.

"Um, hi... I don't know if you're near by, but I wanted to tell you sorry for yesterday. I interrupted you both, and if I frightened you, it wasn't my intention," It felt weird saying all this to the door, unknowing on whether or not she was even listening, but it was a nice thought to think so. "I... Just wanted you to know that, is all." She didn't need to forgive you, that you knew. You just wish she said something to you, some form of acknowledgement in your words, but nothing ever came. Despite how your battered feet wished for the weight of your body to be shifted, you stood a couple moments longer. Maybe she was thinking of what to say, or what if she was just shy? You couldn't exactly say on her behalf. Seconds quickly became minutes, thinning your will to stand and even stay awake.

You could always try again another time— was what you reduced the failed conversation attempt to. After all, nothing simply becomes better by dwelling on it. With that, you returned to your room, pampering yourself after a grueling week of work that you were relieved to have time away from. It was exciting, having the chance to have some time to yourself. Maybe you could become better acquainted with Yuushi and the lady in the room. It's ironic, for as much thinking as you did about them earlier, new information keeps appearing, casting all thoughts away that doesn't surround them. It felt like a curse, to be interested in someone so heavily that you couldn't even have.

Your brows furrowed at the harsh thought that was, in fact, your reality. "Man, overthinking all this stuff sucks. I seriously need to get some sleep before it gets worse." The lack of noise was greatly appreciated, throughout the majority of the night (besides a few slip of the tongues), the pair was relatively quiet. Allowing yourself to finally get a good night's rest within the comfort of your bed, you let your mind slip away. After that night though, a lot of changes began to spew in your relationship with your neighbor. More frequently than not, Yuushi would greet you every morning, becoming apart of your daily routine as you would sometimes invite him over for meals (also ensuring that he would always have left-overs to take to his lady friend.) You considered each other nothing short of friends, having learned far too many details from beyond small talk to be merely acquaintances.

Although, it was hard ignoring the overwhelming tension that would cause your heart to palpitate against your ribcages and your legs to buckle under the weight of his gaze. Several instances, whenever you were talking close to him, Yuushi's eyes would linger over your chest while peering down at you, or to the curve of your ass as you walked past him. Not to mention, the way his warms hands would linger whenever he patted you on the shoulder, the calloused fingers kneading downwards to your back, Oh, and you especially can't forget when Yuushi proceeds to lean downwards to whisper in your ear, the sound of his voice sending tingles down your spine. You swore he knew what he was doing to you whenever he would languidly smirk in your direction while pulling away, watching intently at the way a flush would fume onto your cheeks. Still, you'd always try and brush it off, a few occurrences where you'd call him out and catch him on his toes, but nothing more.

After all, you still were unsure if he was actually a taken man. It was hard to be certain when you'd smell a women's fragrance throughout the fabric of his clothes, or when bite marks would be poorly hidden on his neck and collarbone. You couldn't even blame him for being so smitten, if the relationship he was in was with that lady. She was stunning, and deep down, the longing for both made it hard to tell who exactly you were jealous of in this dynamic. Too many thoughts continued to rush in your head at the many possible realities of this situation, and the consequences of each. The anticipation of what would come from each decision was enough to make you anxious, and you were fairly uncertain if you would confess your feelings at all. So what better to stop dwelling on all these stomach-churning, concerned emotions than to drink your nerves away?

Bringing home a newly-gifted wine that a customer brought as a gift to your delight, and began to strip away the sweaty clothes that would be considered your uniform, you got ready to drink. Changing into a snug nightgown that accentuated all your curves, yet still managing to be cozy, you plopped yourself down on your bed, and began drinking straight from the bottle. The more you drank, the more you began to lose your sense of time and actions. Delirious from the abundance of alcohol consumed, you felt yourself become lighter from the lack of worry, more daring to pursue whatever came to mind initially. So that's when you decided that you were going to ask Yuushi to meet the mystery lady and tell them both everything. Rejection was something you could bear, despite any future awkwardness in interactions. After a month of all this teasing, to this foreplay, you had to get this off your chest and be free of any precedents that consumed your mind.

Slithering out of your covers, you leaned onto the walls for support and managed to make your way into the hallway, walking up to his doorstep. Knocking, much louder than intended, onto Totsumoto's door, you gathered yourself together, feeling your legs wobble while waiting for his arrival. Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to arrive, and albeit messy, he presented himself nicely to you. "It's kinda late for you to be up like this," Yuushi's taunt rolled off his tongue delightfully as he soaked in your attire, hungry eyes tracing over the curves of your body all the way up to your face. "Did you need something from me?" Watching the bob of his Adam's apple, his body leaned against the doorframe as he looked at you expectantly. Clearing your throat, one of your hands pulled at the ends of your dress and you swore that you saw Totsumoto's hand flinch slightly at the action. When you found yourself ready, you held the bottle between the two of you, showcasing it to him.

"I got some pretty high-quality wine from work. I was hoping to share a glass with you and your partner-in-crime in there?" The words rushed out from your lips quickly, eyes retreating to the floor as you became bashful from the proposition. "I understand if you're both busy, but..." Your words trailed out into silence, already preparing yourself for the rejection you were about to face. How silly it was for you to overstep one too many boundaries that were far from formal. Opening your mouth to take back your previous statement, you were unexpectedly met with the warm touch of a hand tilting your head up by the chin. Yuushi's grasp was firm, ensuring that you returned all your focus to him, both mentally and physically. "Look at me when you're asking. When you huddle down like that, you become all meek and quiet," His breath was batted against your face as he leaned down closer to you. "So speak up, sweetheart." The wetness in your panties increased ten-folds by his demanding tone being whispered out to you, his hand shifting to grip at your jawline as he held your face up, so that you could only stare ahead at him.

"Can I come in? W-With you and your lady friend," You asked, this time, projecting your voice much louder to him, as per requested. "To be honest, I've seen her only once, and I'm attracted to her just as much as I'm attracted to you." Your confession was slurred out, watching his reaction through half-lidded eyes. An audible gulp came from Yuushi's end as he focused on you with wide eyes. Thumb unconsciously grazing your bottom lip, he waited for you to pull away from his touch, yet you didn't. In fact, you leaned into it, resting your face into his hand as if you were relishing the sensation. The pure neediness you conveyed throughout a simple graze alone was enough to make Yuushi's cock twitch in his pants in response. He couldn't deny his attraction to you either, ever since you stumbled your way up to his doorstep with those lacey, black cotton panties that you flashed him with. It was hard not to forget the way your eye-catching nipples showing through the thin layer of your t-shirt due to the chill carried within the hallways.

Yuushi never became more grateful for the lack of warmth present within the corridor until that night. He chuckled at the revelation of your words, never expecting something a response such as that. Then again, with what K-san had been reacting to the mentioning of your name, with the way she would bashfully smile and look away, he should've connected the dots much sooner. "Hmm, is that so? So when did this happen?" Yuushi asked the question softly, tantalizingly sweeping at the chapstick to coat your lips. "A-A month ago..." Your response was immediate, eyes practically begging him to do more. Seeing your once cheeky and sly persona after all those times of being alone with you reduced to this, it was hard not to take you all for himself. "Sneaky little thing, keeping such a secret like that," He tsked, silently trailing down his other hand to the curve of your back, touching it ever so lightly. "I didn't expect the both of you to hide that from me, I'm a little hurt." Faking a frown, he leaned his face down, the lust clear in his overall aura as he consumed you with it.

"What are you gonna do to make it up to me?" He pondered aloud, moving past your face to ghost his lips over the skin of your neck. "Let me in, a-and I'll make it up to the both of you. I still need to formally apologize to her too." It was cute, you speaking out in such a challenging tone, despite the way you quivered at the lightest of touches. Yuushi wanted to tease you far more, wanting to make you beg for it, but you both were missing one more member of this party. If this was the experienced you wanted, it was best to fulfil it in full, after all. "C'mon in, sweetheart, Let's get you two real acquainted with one another." Hooking you in by the waist, Yuushi reeled you into his apartment room, instantly closing the door behind him at your entrance. The sight that you were graced with at your immediate arrival was the mystery lady that had been filling both your sleepless nights and dreams. Her long hair cascading down her luscious figure, it contrasted greatly to soft, yet mature facial features.

That white, thin-strapped dress that you initially saw her dressed in still adorned her body, and it was hard not to let your gaze wander. The lady was quick to hide away from your staring, rushing to hide behind Yuushi's broad body as she peered to the side over at you. Shaking your head, you did your best to clear those thoughts away; after all, you didn't want to make her uncomfortable, especially without knowing her sexual attraction towards you. Sticking out your hand to her, you concealed your own nervousness with a small smile, to make her less uncomfortable. Reintroducing yourself, you stated, "It's nice to finally meet you, but if you're wary of my presence, I can leave whenever you desire." Your hand was only stared at for a moment, and you began to feel stupid about even offering it out in the first place, but you were pleasantly surprised when she scooted away from Yuushi, making her way over to you.

Cautiously, her hand grasped onto yours, and you shivered slightly from how cold she was, despite looking so warm to the touch. She emitted a little hum as she looked over to you with a graceful smile upon her lips. You nearly forgot about Yuushi's being, with how he quietly watched the scene play out, when he appeared at both of your sides. "This is K. She doesn't really talk, so don't worry if she only responds in hums and body motions." His explanation made a lot of sense, especially when you recall your first encounter with K through the door. "K, by any chance, could you hear me when I first spoke to you?" As a reply, she nodded firmly in confirmation, her silky smooth fingers rubbing against the crevices of your fingers while you stared at her, wide-eyed. Once my initial reaction dwindled, you squeezed her hands delicately, reciprocating her gentle touches.

"I'm glad. I was worried that you were so upset, that you didn't want to talk to me at all." K shook her head at said accusations, rebuking the thought physically by cupping your cheek, leaning closer up to you. Her honeyed scent wafted around your nose, her irises looking at you through her lashes as she angled her mouth over the curve of your jawline, colliding her cold, yet plush lips to the corner of one side. Your breathing hitched at her slow, yet sensual kisses against your jaw, teeth clenched as you kept your body as still as you possibly could. If you acted too soon, it may startle her, causing her to run away from you. It was like approaching an easily startled cat, you had to let K get adjusted and comfortable, before allowing yourself to act. Even with knowing this, it was a struggle to keep yourself under control, as if she had this aura about her that ignited the submerged emotions of lust you had kept concealed about the pair.

Her hands grasped at your face tighter, gently pushing into your cheekbones as she littered a series of kisses everywhere besides your lips. "K..." Was all you mumbled, flexing your hand over the dip of her hip, causing her to jump slightly. Your touch was foreign to her, but you'd make sure she would become adjusted to it quickly as you leaned you face close to hers. So close, close enough to where one slight tilt of the head would have your lips meshing together. You could feel the hitch of her breath upon your lips, it was yet another cool feeling that her body continued to offer, but you didn't mind it too much. "Please, kiss me." You requested, your other hand snaking around the other side of her hips as your eyes begged a silent plea out to her, beckoning her to you. Fortunately, she didn't have you waiting long, eagerly pressing her lips down onto yours as she gently nibbled at your bottom lip. Whining at the mix of pain and pleasure, you let her devour your in the open-mouth kiss, feeling her tongue brush against yours.

Nails digging into her hips, you felt her body shift closer, her breasts brushing against your own. For how innocent she initially looked, it definitely took you aback seeing how much control she had over you, and how much you ended up enjoying being swept up in it all. "Aren't you two getting along nicely?" Yuushi's raspy voice snapped you out of your K devoted haze, pulling away from the kiss to look over at the man. "Totsumoto..." Warmth flooded to your cheeks at the realization that he was watching the entire scene displayed out to him. "No need to be so formal anymore. Yuushi's fine," Yuushi remarked, slithering his hands around your waist, pulling himself closer to your back. "With how quickly you both forgot about me, I'm starting to feel a little left out." Feeling his hard-on brushed up against your rear end, your gazed trekked down to look at its immense size— still so prominent throughout his boxers and sweatpants.

"C'mere, sweetheart. Wanna have a taste of those pretty lips that have been teasing me for the past few weeks." You were quickly flipped around to face Yuushi, almost as if you were a pig on a roast, one side being faced down against the heat while the other cooled down against the breeze— even treatment for all people involved. Yuushi didn't give you a moment to compose yourself, taking your wetted lips all for his own. The kiss was much more intense than K's, ravaging all that you had to offer him, making your head spin in pleasure from the feeling of it all. How his hands tugged your jaw up to him, forcing you to keep up with whatever he had to give you. Your backside rested against K's pillowy chest, noting at how her hands encircled your body to tug at the top part of your dress. With its stretchy fabric, it had no issue being tugged down, exposing your chest to them both.

K crooned at the sight, instantly getting to work on your hardened nipples, much to your delight. Moaning softly throughout the kiss, your hands went in two opposing directions— one to gently cradle the back of K's head to pull her into the crook of your neck, and the other entangling itself into Yuushi's messy locks of hair, drilling his lips as deep as you could muster. The three of you worked in a frenzy, each conducting separate tasks, yet still managing to make it work amongst you all. They were especially being considerate of you, making you the center of attention for tonight's festivities where there was no inch of skin untouched by either of them. K's light nibbles down the side of your neck as she kneading each of your breast in her hands, while Yuushi crept downwards, hiking the skirt of your dress up, so that your bottom-half was exposed to them, without any present panties to cover you up.

Yuushi grunted in delight at the sight, seeing your pussy lips glisten in the light, desperate and feigning for attention. "No panties? Were you planning this from the start, naughty girl?" He then proceeded to flick at your pinched nipples, watching how you whined out to him, an expression of embarrassment over your features. "I'm not supposed to wear panties with this dress, or else the line shows..." Your breathing hitched at his sly hands slipping down, spreading your lower lips out as the tip of one of his fingers rubbed against your clit ever so lightly. It wasn't enough pressure to get you off, but it did make you greedy, clawing at the nape of his neck to do something, anything more. "Hmm, is that so," He drawled, sinking his body downwards to be face-to-face with your pussy, nearly licking his lips at the sight.

Rough hands patting at your ass, he slid you down from sitting on your feet; furthermore, you were sprawled out against their floor, legs spread open for easy access for Yuushi to lap greedily at your juices as your face was beneath and in between K's thighs. While staring up at her already sopping folds, an idea sparked in your head at the gratifying sight. Scaling your hands up the curves of her calves, up to her thighs, you gripped onto the flesh around the underside of her ass. She squeaked, not expecting you to take the initiative in such a manner as she looked down at you, a blush clearly apparent on her cheeks. "Don't worry, K. I can take it." You reassured her between pants, gliding one of your fingers over her puckered hole, enticing you to put your tongue into it. That was all she needed to hear to comply, hovering her body over your face as your tongue drilled into her.

Her bodily fluids dripped onto the lower half of your face like water, but you didn't mind in the slightest, slurping on whatever she gave to you, almost as if you were drinking water and you were parched. Between the feeling of Yuushi's tongue darting atop your clit while his fingers deliciously into you as K rested her weight on you a little more, practically suffocating you with her thighs was probably one of the best feelings you could experience at this time. You were high from so many new tastes and touches that hit all the right spots, it was as if you couldn't get enough of it. Throughout your daze, Yuushi would suck marks on the inside of your thighs, his teeth digging in before the saliva coating his tongue would ease the pain. He would murmur a mixture of praise and degradation under his breath. From calling you a "good girl" to downright shaming you to getting off to this, you couldn't tell which one you liked more.

With how quickly he pumped his fingers in and out of you— with how deep they were reaching with the perfect curl he would hook at your walls, you could feel yourself close to coming, the tight coil in your stomach twisting tightly. At that moment, you knew you wanted to get K to come at the same time as you, so your already sloppy maneuvers increased in pressure and pacing. She was practically humping your face, her hair trickling down to the sides of your face as she watched you, lewd moans slipping past her lips. Mentally capturing that image in your head, your felt a gushing sensation in between your legs as your moan shot through K's body, causing her back to arch as her juices began to flow into your mouth, right down into your throat. "Look at that, you treated K so well. Do you think you made it up to her, just like ya wanted?" He slurred, tongue continuing to lap up any of the excess juices to trickle down your thighs before raising up to stare at your cum-coated face.

A look of pure euphoria was in your eyes as K-san shifted off of you, as the two of them peered down to look at you, gazes both sultry. You hummed in response, tilting your head over to K to get her judgement on the matter. "Did I?" You croaked out, a cheeky smile present on your face. Her nodding was so quick that if you weren't focusing, you'd have missed it. "Look at you, being so good for her," Yuushi commented, lifting your body upwards so that you were leaning against his chest. "Now, can you do the same for me?" His words shot straight down to your pussy, having you squeezing your legs together as you down at what his hands were doing. Observing as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers off in one go, you got to feel his cock slap against your backside before resting atop of it. The drizzle of precum to trail from the tip's slit had you wanting to suck him dry, knowing the got off to you eating him out.

"Yes, I'll be so good for you, Yuushi. Please fuck me hard." You sang out, pressing your ass against his cock as he rubbed against your folds tantalizingly slow. He groaned at your sudden movement, his hand reaching down to slap at your ass, watching how your back moved away from his, pussy grinding down deeper against his dick. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll pump you full of my cock, so just be good and take it." With that, he spared no time for pleasantries, rubbing his cock against your wet entrance, before thrusting himself into your sopping cunt. Hand grasping at the front of your neck, he lurched your body up against his once more, drilling his fat cock into you. He filled you up beautifully, every time hitting just the right spot to get you off. K watched you unravel to Yuushi's hard fucking, crawling up to your body to capture your lips with her own, her hands teasing at your clit while you were being stuffed.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Yuushi growled in your ear, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips as his head rested on the nape of your neck. Eyes peering down, he watched as you swallowed his cock, noting the slight imprint on your stomach every time he sinks back into you. "You feel too good, sweetheart. It's like you're, shit, milking me dry with that greedy, little pussy of yours." With every ounce of dirty-talk he spoke, only caused you to moan louder, and if you weren't too head-empty from the ecstasy you were currently experiencing, you'd be concerned about how loud you were being. Using all your willpower, you brought your face in between K's chest, taking one of her perky nipples into your mouth as the other hand went to rubbing at her clit. "Wanna make you both feel s'good..." Letting out another wanton moan, you sucked at her nipples, entranced at the way her breast lactated into your mouth the more your teeth would lightly pull at her nipples, before swirling your tongue around it to give a mix of sensations on her sensitive nipples.

Yuushi's hand on your neck turned your head to the side to face him, his slightly-tanned skin flushed as he was bewitched with the way your hips moved to meet him halfway, allowing his tip to brush all the way up to your cervix, coaxing you to cum all over his cock. His relentless thrusts never ceased, even as he was feeling himself twitch deep in your guts. Yuushi had feigned for this for too long, and now that he had you wrapped around his cock, he was certain that this wouldn't be the last time both he and K would be seeking you out to join them. Perhaps even a daily occurrence, if you'll be on board. The thought alone had his breath hitching, thinking of all the things he could try on you both, and all the fantasies flowing throughout his mind fueled the ramming of his cock inside you. He was fixated on the way your eyes rolled back, eyes lulling down as you were practically drunk on the feeling of his dick inside of you.

K was no better, her body grinding onto your fingers as you inserted a couple of digits into her, allowing her to revel in the pleasure that you both were feeling. At the same time, the hand that K once had on your clit slumped over Yuushi's shoulder, bringing them all closer to one another. There was something so endearing about the action that Yuushi couldn't tease K about it; instead, Yuushi decided to help out, gripping onto the inside of your thigh, sneaking his fingers down to your clit to finish you off. "You both are so cute, you know that? I can feel how close you are with how hard you're clinging onto my cock," Yuushi's let out a deep groan, trying to keep the same pacing of his hand on your clit, but it was hard not to go into a frenzy with how you were gripping down on him. "C'mon, pretty girl, wanna feel you come all over my cock. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" All you could do was nod, face being tugged away from K's chest to be bombarded by Yuushi's lips on yours, letting out a loud moan against his lips as you were given no chance to process the way you released all over his cock, spasming against his chest.

K's hips trembled at the sight, following in suit as she pushed herself as deep as she could go on your fingers, coating them with her slick juices as she came. Yuushi was the last, pumping into you with the last ounce of energy he seemed to have before spilling his hot, thick load into you, adorning the way you clung to his chest so tightly. "Was that as fun as you imagined, sweetheart?" Yuushi spoke, his voice hushed, as he laid you down next to him, pulling K to lay alongside you as you were sandwiched between the pair. With a dopey smile on you face, despite all the bodily fluids coating your body and the floor beneath you, there was a joy unlike any other you had in this moment. Glancing between the both of them, your smile only grew wider as K placed a chaste kiss to your cheek while Yuushi played with your fingers gently.

"Definitely. Round two in ten minutes?"

"I'd thought you never ask."

happy pride month y'all! this has been in the drafts for too long and I wanted to finish this for pride month (as a bisexual girly-), so y'all enjoy! (also, no I haven’t read it all, gotta finish it lol-)

[simpinformonkies]

YO may i have some hc about wukong and mac having an so whos a good fighter but is also hella clumsy? :P

Of course! I'll do my best! For this, I used a Fem!S/O! These are a... wee bit graphic violence, but just a little.

Wukong

-When he first met you, it was because MK was wanting to introduce him to Tang's cousin (who acted like an aunt to MK).

-Imagine Wukong's surprise when MK pulls him to an underground fighting arena and points to a woman throwing fucking hands in the ring, matching punch after punch with a man three times her body mass.

-"That's auntie!" The boy had told him, pointing to you just as you slammed your boxing gloves against the opposing man's jaw, flinging his body against one of the four quadrant poles. "Isn't she cool?!"

-...Wukong was a little scared of you to be quite honest, no matter what MK said- you just seemed like a scary woman! (It was baffling that you were related to Tang of all people.)

-Then MK pulled him into the waiting room and called out your name while he pulled at his mentor's sleeve, and you perked up from your water bottle and brighten considerably when your eyes catch MK. You stand and move to walk towards him-

-only to trip over your own feet and slam your face into one of the metal seats, breaking your nose.

-It was really hard to fear you when you were that clumsy outside a fight.

-Given something to hold? Uh oh, butter fingers!

-Trying to get from point A to point B? You trip over your own feet upon taking the first step.

-Trying to eat with chopsticks? Good luck.

-Wukong found it genuinely difficult to fear or be wary you due to your overwhelming clumsiness, but the one time he saw it fail to appear is one he won't forget.

-MK had been fighting a demon that was playing tricks and being an asshole, and almost broke the poor boy's ankle, and you threw yourself into the fight and started wailing on the opposing demon with your lips curled in rage and eyes mere pinpricks.

-Wukong took care of MK with the others, but he was openly gaping at seeing you grab the demon's arm and just start slamming him down on the ground from side to side as if he was a goddamn children's toy.

-You finished it by smashing your fist against the demon's jaw and breaking it, the sick crunching of bone echoing through the air as the demon's body is thrown back against the wall, slumping pathetically as you stand across from him, breathing heavily with blood and bruises coating your knuckles.

-Wukong found that so absurdly attractive that it wasn't even funny.

-Then your personality flipped on a dime, and you turned to rush towards MK only to trip on a stray rock and faceplant.

-...Yeah, Wukong was in love.

-And if he asked you on a date the following week, with your favorite flowers and a box of chocolates and looking so damn nervous, you didn't mind.

-And if you just so happened to say yes to his proposal of dating, well, that's business between the two of you.

-(Except not really, because god forbid secrets be kept when you're dating the Stone Monkey himself, and the 'aunt figure' to the main crew.)

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Macaque

-The first time Macaque met you was when he stole food from your house, and it was only thanks to his sensitive ears and the whispers of the shadows that he managed to dodge your punch that shattered your counter like glass, your eyes glowing softly in the dark and a scowl curled on your lips.

-You kept trying to wail punches on the monkey demon, narrowly missing since he was just a little bit faster (well, a lot faster, but he was curious about you), and he only managed to slip away unharmed and with plenty of food when you slipped on the rug and tumbled to the floor.

-Macaque had a good laugh about that for days.

-Somehow, you ended up amusing him, and anytime he needed (or, well, wanted) food, he would just shadow-port to your home and steal it, making sure that you were home when he did it just to piss you off more.

-He honestly just wanted to see you trip on something stupid again, the bastard.

-But weeks of this same schedule, this same song and dance weighed on you, and you just decided 'fuck it' and didn't even attempt to fight the invading monkey demon anymore, merely rolling your eyes whenever he attempted to catch your attention.

-...Didn't mean you still didn't trip around your own goddamn house like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs.

-Except you were an adult, and this is embarrassing.

-Anytime you'd see- or, god forbid, hear- him laugh at you, you'd flush red and grab the nearest object to throw at him, uncaring of its value or how breakable it is- you just wanted one clean fucking shot on that bastard monkey dammit!

-It wasn't your fault you were clumsy! It was your stupid body's fault! You were lucky to train the clumsiness out of your fights, but it seems like anytime other than that its 'Let's fuck up this dumb bitch's day and make her look like a failure' day.

-...You had insecurities, so what? You're an adult, you're allowed them.

-Months after meeting Macaque- and practically letting him crash at your place, because he's like a stray cat at this point and you're too tired to kick him out- you find him fighting some imp demon, and while he didn't look in trouble, Macaque was holding his side, crimson leaking through his fingers.

-You threw yourself at the demon as quick as a lightning strike, and tussle with the creature, slamming your fist against its upper stomach and crunching its ribs, and sending an twirled axel kick to the side of its head before grabbing Macaque and running towards your apartment while the demon was down and dazed.

-Once inside, you almost tripped again but managed not to (huge success on your part) and push Macaque to sit on the couch while you riffle around the bathroom for your first aid kid. Who cares if Macaque is a demon that heals quickly? You're going to bandage him up weither he likes it or not dammit!

-You wrap the cloth around his wound- pointedly ignoring looking anywhere else- and spit curses both at him and the demon, your words lacking any real bite (well, bite towards Macaque), but the shadow monkey is just silent, his tail swaying gently behind him- the motion slow. Thoughtful.

-Somehow, that event of beating up a demon for him and bandaging him up just made Macaque move into your house, and now you're not only rooming with the monkey demon, but dating him.

-Yeah, you have no idea how this happened either.

[ghoulsanderson]

Scene from a scrapped fic before I delete the doc

“That’s me.” He grinned and moved to duck behind a few boxes, but Vecna already had a hand outstretched and lifted Mike off the floor without touching him, “Hey!!” Mike yelled, but he didn’t have the chance to say anything more as he was thrown like a ragdoll into the hard wooden walls.

He hit the wall hard.

Mike hit the wall so hard he couldn’t even yelp. He fell to the floor limp, warmth seeping around the back of his head, soaking into his hair, and by some grace of god, conscious. But his vision was blurred as if he were wearing the wrong pair of glasses, and he couldn’t move.

As his mind cleared from the impact, Mike tried desperately to regain control, but he could barely twitch his fingers. All he could do was lay and listen to his own beating heart filling his ears like he was underwater and taste the coppery blood trickling down his throat like saliva.

Fuck fuck get up! He thought desperately as the ground started to rumble with approaching footsteps. For fuck sake, please let me move!

Mike blinked rapidly to clear his vision, choking slightly as his breathing sped up with every nearing thud. He whimpered when his vision cleared to a familiar, grey figure hovering over him, “You always are the wrench in my plans.” Vecna growled.

Mike coughed, sending blood erupting from his throat and splattering across his face. It’s my talent. He thought, and judging by the clenched fists, Vecna heard him.

But he finally rolled onto his side, letting the blood dribble down his chin, “I should have killed you.”

Mike groaned as feeling resorted to his body, but with feeling came agony, and a tortured wail burst out of his throat as he extended his working arm and pushed his legs, trying to get away. But it did little good. His limbs still refused to listen to him, and the more he slithered, the harder it became.

Mike glanced down and cursed weakly as blood joined the smears of dirt in his Hellfire shirt, spilling across the previously white fabric. Had one of his ribs broken and pieced his skin? That had to be it. Now he thought about it, he could feel the bone sticking out.

He stopped thinking about it and pushed harder to crawl toward the door.

“You are nothing but a waste of air. An embodiment of all I hate about humanity.” Vecna hissed, stalking him slowly like a predator, cocky and lazy. They both knew Mike couldn’t escape, even if he could sprint. Even if he could fly.

“Fuck you.” Mike gasped out as he crawled away on his stomach, leaving behind a trail of blood.

Vecna cackled like a witch, taking a sudden and quick step forward that had Mike flinching away with a whimper, half expecting to be chucked across the room again, “But you won’t be able to help your friends again.”

Mike sobbed weakly, pushing himself a little harder even if it ignited fiery pain coursing through every inch of him, “What are you g-going to do?” He scoffed, tears cascading down his cheeks as he reached a bloodied hand for the door, “Kill me?”

Vecna grinned, waiting until Mike’s hand was through the gap between the door and the doorframe, “No.” He waved his hand, slamming the door shut on Mike’s hand and holding it shut as a series of sickening breaks rang out, and Mike screamed his throat hoarse, trying and failing to tug his hand free, “But I’ll make you pay.”

“Stop!” Mike screamed, rattling his own eardrums with his shrill screeches, “Fuck! Stop it stop it- shit- let me go! Let me fucking go!”

He couldn’t even feel the flaring pain in his dislocated shoulder as he smacked the ground with his free hand, writhing as the door crushed his bones, “Fuck!” He shrieked. The pain was making him crazy, pulling apart his brain like a knot.

Vecna finally let the door go, and for a moment, it was like a breath of fresh air until he yanked the broken hand to his chest and looked down to see blotches of black and twilight purple like the shades of a midnight sky, “Shit shit shit…” He sobbed, head to the floor, he curled into a ball.

It felt like he’d dipped his hand in acid. It throbbed and twinged and shook so hard it was like it was vibrating, “Y-You broke my f-fucking hand!” Mike spat, his ribs creaking as he hyperventilated, choking on his tears, “W-Why don’t you just kill me, you psycho?!”

“I should have,” Vecna scoffed down at the boy writhing on the floor, “But kill you, kill the illusion, and I’d like to keep William distracted for a little while longer.”

Mike glared through a wall of tears, “Don’t you fucking touch him!” He wailed, breaking into sobs as he tried to push himself up.

Vecna shook his head and leaned down, running his fingers through Mike’s hair with a coo who sunk down again, whimpering as he failed to recoil from the touch, “Don’t you worry. You won’t be around to see it.”

His claw tightened, wrenching a scream out of Mike as he lifted him by his hair, dragging him out of the door and down the attic steps, “Let me go!” Mike yelled, kicking his legs to no avail, “You slimy fuck!”

Vecna scowled, reeling his arm back to toss Mike down the remaining steps.

Mike shrieked as he tumbled and landed at the feet of the steps, his agony growing tenfold, “Shit…” He sniffled, holding his broken hand to his chest. He could no longer feel his dislocated arm.

“You never shut up, do you?” Vecna sighed, prowling down the stairs as Mike’s body shook with his cries, his legs kicking to try and escape, “No wonder William and Eleven prefer your clone.”

Mike screamed in the back of his throat, jaw clenched as he turned onto his stomach again, dragging himself along with his elbow and his legs, “That’s not fucking true!” He sobbed, but the fact they were yet to notice the difference made his voice crack and thin.

Vecna laughed, “You don’t sound so sure, Michael.” He taunted, following Mike along, stepping in the smears of blood he left behind, “Are you afraid that a fake will take your place?”

Mike growled and hooked his arm around a pillar, careful of the blotches of purple spread across his hand and tried to pull himself up, only to be kicked down again by a foot to his back.

Pain rippled across his ribs, and he gasped, clutching them as he trembled, “Have you g-got nothing better to do?!” Mike shouted, sobbing as Vecna flipped him over and leaned down, hovering over him like a lion inspecting a meal.

“I did.” The monster huffed, and Mike shrank at his vile breath, whimpers slipping from his throat as their faces grew closer until there was barely an inch between them, “But you foiled my plan.”

Mike whined, kicking his legs at Vecna’s chest, “Get the fuck away from me, you creep!” He cried, thrashing.

Vecna briefly cocked his head, a nauseating snap bouncing off the walls of the house. For a moment, Mike didn’t realise what he’d done, but soon, pure agony flared in his leg, and he screamed, frightening the demo bats and dogs and gorgons for miles.

Vecna stood, leering over him, just watching as Mike looked down at his crooked leg, broken at the knee and spewed a series of curses.

But he was pliant, and Vecna dragged him by his hair through the house until they reached the basement, where vines sprouted, covering every inch like the roots of a tree, “Have fun dying here.” He smirked, throwing him down the steps again.

Mike’s only reply was tears.

[pigeonwhumps]

Faint at First Sight

Finally, I can share my entry for the Guys in Distress zine with y'all! You can still get leftover copies of the whole print zine and merchandise while they're available, as well as pdf zines until the end of the year, so please do if you want to, it's very good!

Thanks to @blackberry-bloody for beta-ing and for the title!

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @zineofgid

Kai is kidnapped during his first mission.

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CWs: hero whump, hostage, torture, captivity, bound and gagged, blood, burns, electrocution, shock collar, stress position, fear of abandonment, forced to watch, non-con nudity (non-sexual), dehydration, mentioned starvation, forced to stay awake, threatened drugging

"Got it!" hisses Lian, as the slot widens under his control. Kai stretches out a hand and the memory card comes flying out, almost braining him. Lian snatches it out of the air and examines it quickly.

"Definitely what we're after. I think. Now let's get out of here before–"

"Code red," says Morfydd in Kai's ear. "Solar Flare's down, they're heading your way."

Kai's body turns cold. Gemma. No.

Lian tugs at his arm. "Snap out of it, Wolfman, we need to go. Do your wolf thing and run."

Kai clenches his fists and transforms, taking a few tries but getting there in the end, senses sharpening, colours dulling. He lopes along, keeping pace with Lian, who knows the way out.

They turn a corridor and two of Moonstar's minions stand in their way. Kai uses his telekinesis to push one minion into the other, sending them both crumpling to the floor, and he and Lian run back the way they came. An alarm wails and the bulkhead doors slam shut as they re-enter the lab.

"Fuck," mutters Lian, "what do we do now? There has to be a way out."

Kai paces, looking around, and spots it the same time Lian does. An air vent halfway up the wall.

"Wolfman," says Lian slowly, "I'm going to climb on your back and open that. You can climb up when you're back in human form, right?"

Kai gives an affirmative bark and Lian uses a chair to clamber onto his back, ripping the air vent off the wall with all his superstrength. Kai stands as still as possible, moving furniture around the room to create a step for himself. They don't have time to wait while he does it. Moonstar or his minions could be here any minute – Kai can already hear someone cutting through the metal.

The grate falls to the floor with a clatter, and Lian pulls himself up into the vent.

"Come on, Wolfman. Your turn."

Kai transforms back to human, colour vision returning and smell and hearing diminishing as he does so, just as the metal screeches and bursts open.

Kai scrambles up onto the table, a little disoriented from the change, and jumps for Lian's hands.

He crashes to the ground with a thump and lets out a sharp gasp as pain shoots up his back. His tailbone. Fuck. He tries to get to his feet but someone grabs him and hauls him upright, holding his hands behind his back.

"Get the fuck off me!" Kai snarls, trying to wrench himself out of the minion's hands but the grip's like iron. He hears footsteps approaching and struggles harder.

Moonstar enters the room.

Kai gasps involuntarily, struggling not to get to his knees and proclaim his loyalty to the supervillain. Only the nagging wolf voice in his mind holds him back. Moonstar's powers of charisma and persuasion are legendary when he chooses to use them, and Kai suspects they're the only reason Gemma agreed to let him come on this mission.

"Interesting," Moonstar purrs, approaching Kai and tilting his chin up. "You're not immune. I always thought shifters were immune."

That's when Kai realises that he's standing completely still. He jerks his chin back, headbutting the minion, who lets out a yell. Moonstar's charisma switches off abruptly and Kai thinks he might finally have a chance of escape when Moonstar's hand flashes, the glint of light the only sign of the blade that was there and gone in an instant.

And the blood.

Kai watches as a line of blood wells up from a slash on his arm, bright red and glistening.

Oh.

Fuck.

The room darkens and sways and far too soon he's out cold.

_

When Kai wakes, he's freezing. And it's dark. Not dark like a darkened room, dark as in there's fabric covering his face. He hears rustling, and he tries to move his hands or push himself up off his knees but he can't.

"Ah, the hero awakes." Kai's hood is ripped off and he blinks into the bright light, seeing Moonstar smiling down at him. He realises he's stripped down to his underwear, his hands and lower legs chained to the floor, and he tries to transform into a wolf but as soon as his vision starts to change, a jolt of electricity rocks him back with a cry. Moonstar tsks.

"Trying to avoid my hospitality already? That isn't very polite. And here I was, thinking you heroes had manners."

Kai swallows, feeling leather and plastic around his throat and flinching as– god. That's where the shock came from, wasn't it?

"Fuck you."

"Now, now. I'm trying to tell you something important, this isn't just a friendly chat. You see, that collar of yours is a shock collar, as you may have noticed, and the shock just now? That was the lowest setting. If you try to transform again, I'll set it high enough to kill you. Understood?"

Kai glares at him. Fuck him if he thinks he's getting an answer. But he continues staring, finger inching ever closer to a remote, and eventually Kai spits out, "Yes."

"There. Was that so hard?" He clicks his fingers and two minions step forward, unlocking his limbs from the floor. "Now you know the consequences, we can talk like civilised people. Maybe you'll even answer my questions, though I don't hold out much hope. So, shall we begin? One wrong move and you get shocked. And I haven't given my minions any fun for ages."

One man grins, holding up a… oh, god, is that a hot poker? Kai attempts to brace himself. He's not telling these people anything.

"First question. Where does the Hero League keep their stolen information?"

"I don't know."

One of Moonstar's minions steps forward and presses the poker to Kai's side.

The heat burns, lighting Kai's back up in agony, and he lurches forward, falling to the ground, vision tunnelling. "I'm telling the truth! I don't know! Please, I don't… I don't!"

When he stops screaming and pleading, panting on the floor, Moonstar raises an eyebrow. "I find that hard to believe. So we'll try it again. Where does your organisation keep its stolen information?"

_

Kai's not sure how long it is before Moonstar gives up on getting information that Kai doesn't know out of him and hands him over to his minions to have fun with, but it only gets worse from there. They burn his back with hot pokers and electrocute him, sometimes both at once if they're feeling sadistic enough, and when he's not actively being tortured he's left on his knees with a hood blocking out all light, white noise blasting over the speakers at random. If he even twitches a finger, whoever's on duty will shock him. He hasn't slept, eaten or drank anything since he arrived, and they've threatened him with worse.

It's worst of all when Moonstar comes to watch, taunting him. He can't block it out. He tries to hold out hope that his teammates are coming for him, but with every session that passes it's harder. They've probably abandoned him, it's not like he's very useful. He got himself captured.

On some occasions, the occasions that Kai hates most of all because they make him so disoriented and vulnerable, Moonstar directs his minions to cut Kai, forcing him to faint over and over again, until he can barely think.

And he can't do anything to stop it. They're already getting exactly what they want.

_

Kai wakes for the fiftieth time that session, or so it feels like, his head heavy and his body hurting. Everything hurts these days.

He lifts his head determinedly and glares at Moonstar.

The supervillain only chuckles, a smirk on his face. "It's like putting a budgie to sleep, only much more amusing." He sighs and stands, brushing himself off. "As fun as this is, though, I have something to organise. After all, if you won't give me anything, I'll have to find someone who will. Put him back to sleep in his corner when you're done."

_

The next day, two of Moonstar's minions pull Kai roughly to his feet, chaining his hands high above his head, forcing him to balance on his toes. Then they remove the hood and force a ball gag into his mouth, buckling it overly tight behind his head. He breathes through his nose, trying not to gag.

The minions stand back as the door swings open and Moonstar saunters in. He smiles upon seeing Kai.

"Oh yes, you'll do nicely. Just the perfect combination of injured and trapped. Got to send a photo to your team, after all. They should know about your… predicament."

Kai can't speak but he twists his hand carefully in his cuffs, sticking one finger up. It gets him a punch to the face, but he doesn't really care. Inside he's panicking. He doesn't want his friends to see him like this.

"That wasn't very nice, now, was it?" says Moonstar mildly, pulling out a phone and holding it up. "Smile for the camera now."

Kai glares at the supervillain and hears a camera shutter. Moonstar types something on his phone.

"I wonder how your friends will react to that. What do you think?"

"I think," Kai pants, "that you can go fuck yourself."

Moonstar sighs deeply and Kai's nerves light up. When he comes back to himself, dangling from the restraints, he hears a jaunty ringtone.

"Oh. Excuse me." Moonstar walks out of the room, his men following behind, and when the door slams shut Kai realises he doesn't know how long he's going to be left like this.

Well. That's okay. He can cope. He can.

In. Out. In. Out. He breathes shakily and tries to concentrate on putting his feet back under himself.

He's not sure how long it is before Moonstar returns, undoing the gag. It feels like a long time but it might not be.

"Hello again. How are you feeling?"

"Fuck you."

Moonstar tsks. "Manners, manners. Dear me, what is the world coming to? But that's not why I'm here."

"Why are you here?"

"I just spoke to your pathetic excuse for a team. They're not coming for you. Told me so themselves. You're not useful enough to bother with rescuing."

No. No, that can't be true. They wouldn't leave him here. Would they?

Moonstar roars with laughter, making Kai realise he spoke aloud. "Oh, this is just too good. You're so hopelessly gullible. Of course they're coming. You heroes, you always come. Negotiations are in a few days." Oh. Kai's face heats up with embarrassment and anger. "Now. Obviously you're going to be at the talks, to remind your people what they stand to lose. So the only question remaining is whether you'll behave or if I need to restrain you."

"I won't behave," Kai spits out, "I'm not going to obey you in front of everyone. Fuck you." He won't let his team see him obeying Moonstar.

The supervillain grins. "That's just the answer I was hoping for."

_

Kai shivers as he waits in the centre of the warehouse. The leather and metal restraints holding him in a kneeling position rub against his bare skin, knees pressed to the cold cement. He can barely feel them anymore. His jaw aches from the ball gag and his back's agony from where Moonstar's steel-toed boots press lightly into the burns there. He swallows against the thick band of leather, feeling the prongs dig in as a subtle warning. If he doesn't stay perfectly still, Moonstar won't hesitate to punish him in front of his team.

He never wants them to see him like that.

Moonstar had him restrained like this first thing, claiming that it would 'prepare him for the long meeting'. Kai's sure it's just to make him look worse for his team though.

Not that that's really necessary. After days of torture, he must look like shit anyway.

Kai's not afraid to admit that he's absolutely terrified. What if his team doesn't want him back? What if they decide he's not worth rescuing, not worth the price? He's not really and he knows it. No-one else on the team would've been captured so easily.

What if his team decides to abandon him here?

He takes as deep a breath as he can. They're– they're coming to negotiate, right? So they can't be planning on abandoning him.

But they still could.

Moonstar drags his legs off Kai's back, scraping the injuries as he does so, and Kai sees his boots appear in front of him before Moonstar yanks his head up by the hair. Kai's eyes water as he glares up at the supervillain. Moonstar only smiles.

"Ah, I see you're doing well. No point in pretending to be defiant, you know, I can see the terror in your eyes. The tears you're trying so hard to hide. Don't worry. If your team doesn't buy you, I'm sure we can find some… other use for you."

There's a crackle of static from Moonstar's communicator.

"The heroes are here, boss."

Moonstar drops Kai and takes a seat back in his plush leather chair, feet landing hard on Kai's back. "Well, what are you waiting for? Send them in."

Kai breathes through his nose, trying to calm himself. It's okay. He can do this.

His team walks in the door, escorted by two minions. They're unrestrained, but Kai isn't fooled. They can't attack with him here.

Unless that's their plan. Use this meeting as a trap to destroy Moonstar.

Gemma would never order the use of deadly force, but the Hero League higher-ups might.

Maybe they're going to destroy Moonstar and Kai with him. Because Kai isn't important to them, not really. He's not as useful as the others.

Gemma's eyes latch onto Kai and she takes a step forward, halting when Lian places a hand on her arm.

"Good choice, Solar Flare. See that collar around Wolfman's neck? I've been using it to control him, but if you make a single move to attack me I'll crank the voltage right up and let it run until your friend's dead. Are we clear?"

"Perfectly," grinds out Gemma. Lian and Morfydd both nod, Lian avoiding looking at Kai.

"Now, before we start, are you sure you want to negotiate? I'm quite happy to keep Wolfman here. He'd make for a nice little pet hero." Moonstar ruffles Kai's hair, and he trembles, fighting back a flinch.

"You bastard!" yells Morfydd, tears in their eyes, and Kai blinks. Morfydd very rarely yells, it hurts their ultra-sensitive hearing, even with their ear defenders. "Cer i grafu ti coc oen!"

"Now now. Don't get like that. You don't want Wolfman to get hurt."

"What the hell do you want, Moonstar?" asks Gemma angrily. "What do you want in exchange for Wolfman back?"

Moonstar smirks. "Well, that's the question isn't it. Or rather, what are you willing to give me for him?"

Kai lowers his eyes. Look properly pathetic for me, Wolfman, and I might sell you back for a reasonable price. He has to look truly pathetic if he wants a chance at going home, even if it eats at his pride to do so.

It's not a hard look to achieve. He looks at Gemma, stripping away the layer of pretence that's his only protection. She looks terrified for him, although she's hiding it well, and her hand twitches. "Name your price first."

"The drive you stole from me last week, for starters. And shall we say… £100,000? Nice round figure."

"£80,000," retorts Gemma.

"£100,000 or I keep your little hero as a pet."

"Fine. Deal. Now give us Wolfman."

"My drive and money first."

Morfydd digs into their pocket and throws the small hard drive at Moonstar's head. He plucks it out of the air before it reaches him.

"Now, now. No need for violence. And the money?"

"Silverclaw needs to transfer it across. Give her a few minutes and your details."

Gemma tosses a burner phone across the floor and Kai stares. Aisling? Their medic? She's involved in this too?

"And… done. Message sent. Ooh, got a thumbs up. That's all you need this phone for, right?" And without waiting for an answer he crushes it under his boot.

"Can we have Wolfman back now? We've met your demands."

"I suppose you have. Shame, I was looking forward to keeping him. Solar Flare, middle of the room, no further."

Gemma limps forward to the midpoint between her and Moonstar, rocking back and forth on her heels, clenching her fists compulsively, staring at Kai as if she can will him closer.

Moonstar wrenches Kai's head up by the hair and murmurs in his ear, "Crawl over to your leader. Go on, show her how pathetic you really are." As he unlocks Kai's restraints from the floor he lets the shock collar remote peek out of his pocket, and Kai swallows.

He starts to crawl across the rough, cold floor, scraping his knees as he goes. There's cries of indignation but he keeps his head down, not wanting to see their faces, not wanting them to see his humiliated tears.

He doesn't notice how far he's gotten until Gemma's hands are on him, scooping him up. She's so warm, it feels like he hasn't been warm in forever.

"I've got you, Kai. I've got you. Once the money's finished transferring we'll get you out of here. Stay with me, yeah? You'll be out of here soon."

Kai lets out a muffled whine and presses against her, trying not to see anything else. She runs her hand through his hair.

Several minutes pass, he thinks, before Gemma speaks again, louder this time.

"You have it? Can we leave?"

"Sure. Go. I have what I want, after all. Take Kai Bergström with you."

Gemma stiffens against Kai momentarily and Kai looks up, seeing Moonstar's malevolent grin. He can't muster up much more fear. The four of them follow a minions outside to a League car. Morfydd and Lian climb in the front, and Gemma's starting to help Kai in the back when the man stops her.

"A parting gift from Moonstar." And he slashes across the back of Kai's hand.

Almost immediately, the world goes dark.

_

When Kai wakes he doesn't open his eyes immediately. He doesn't want the dream of being rescued to end. The gentle hands in his hair will disappear if he opens his eyes.

"–his identity?" asks a soft voice, tight with anger. Morfydd.

"We'll figure out how to deal with that once we're back at HQ. Lian, drive us around the back, and Morfydd, pass me that blanket. I don't want people seeing Kai like this."

Kai groans as they turn a corner, and the car quiets.

"Kai? You're awake? Can you open your eyes?"

He doesn't want to, but for Gemma he will, and he peels his eyes open.

Gemma's looking down at him holding a big pink blanket, eyes soft and tight with worry, and he's still in the car. Either the dream hasn't ended, he's having a dream within a dream, or…

He works his jaw. No gag. No shock collar either.

"Not a dream?" he rasps hopefully.

"No. No, not a dream. We can't get the rest of the restraints off in a moving car I'm afraid, you'll have to wait for medbay. How are you feeling?"

"Hurts."

"Okay. We're almost there. Let me wrap you in this blanket."

"Please," whispers Kai. Please, wrap him in something soft and warm, he needs that.

Gemma's as good as her word, wrapping him up snugly. The car pulls to a halt and he's lifted out, unable to see much over the end of the blanket. He closes his eyes, not caring much anymore.

"You made a Kai burrito," comments Lian.

"Yep. Come on."

The ride is bumpy, and Kai only opens his eyes when he's set down on something. The murmur of voices didn't register before but it should have, Aisling's right there above him along with a man he doesn't recognise. She says something he can't properly make out.

"Hmm?"

"Hey Kai. Good to see you again. This is Aaron, he/they, my newest trainee. Is it okay if he helps?"

Kai nods. This Aaron's a professional medic anyway, maybe it won't be too bad.

"Great. I'm going to take off the blanket now, and… oh, god. Aaron, pass me the scissors, I'm not taking the time to bother with the fastenings."

"How bad is he?" asks Lian impatiently.

"We won't know until we've examined him. Stay, talk to him. Keep his mind off things. Kai, do you have any broken bones?" Kai shakes his head. "Okay. Can you take off your underwear? I'll cover you with a blanket afterwards, and we'll get you clean clothes." Kai obeys and pulls the blanket up quickly, covering himself.

"I'm sorry," says Lian, looking him directly in the face for the first time today.

"F'r what?"

"Leaving you behind. I shouldn't have run when Moonstar caught you."

Kai sips at the cup of water Aaron's holding out for him. He has to fight not to gulp it down, the cool liquid heaven on his parched throat. "No. You should. I'm glad you're safe. That why you couldn't look at me?"

"No. I didn't look because I didn't think you'd want me to."

"Oh. Thanks."

Aisling's communicator beeps and she curses, looking down at it. "The higher-ups want to see us immediately. Morfydd, Lian and me."

"It has to be about the unauthorised negotiations," says Morfydd. "If they say we should've just left Kai there…"

"Nah, they'll want to know if Gemma coerced us, as team leader," argues Lian. "As if we can't make our own decisions."

"You know that's not what it's about," says Gemma mildly, as if she hasn't had shouting matches with their managers about autonomy more than anyone else here. "Go. I'll stay with Kai."

"Aaron, can you take over from me?"

"If you think I'm capable."

"Right. We'll be back as soon as we can, Kai."

Kai nods and watches them leave, feeling guilty. In addition to everything else, he's gotten them in trouble.

"Okay Kai, your front doesn't look too bad. Though, when was the last time you drank anything?"

"Aside from that cup of water… before Moonstar."

"Right. Since you're that dehydrated I'd like to put a drip in. Can you turn over so I can check your back first?" Kai does so, heaving a sigh as he takes his weight off the burns, and Gemma sucks in a breath. "Ouch. Let's clean your back and then I can heal some of it. You should take some painkillers."

Kai shakes his head, stomach turning. I could get the guards to give you something that'll make you scream properly. "I don't want any. They make me fuzzy, I'm already fuzzy, don't want to be more fuzzy."

"Easy. You don't have to have them, it's your choice, yeah? I'd advise them, but it's up to you."

"No, I– I can't."

"Okay. Take Gemma's hand and bite down on this. At least nothing looks infected."

Kai does as they say, gripping his mentor's hand tightly and biting down on the silicon… thing.

It hurts. Oh, god, it hurts as Aaron cleans his burns, his vision swims and he wants to be sick.

The waves of pain fade eventually to a dull ache, and his jaw is stiff around the silicon. He lets it go, just about.

"Are you okay?" asks Aaron. Kai nods. "Right. I'm going to heal as much as I can, although since you're so starved there won't be much energy to use, so most of your treatment will be done manually. That okay?" He nods again. Huh. Aaron has healing powers. Kai feels warm hands on his back. "Hold still."

A tingly feeling spreads across his injuries. It's not bad, exactly, just weird. He's never been healed before. It feels a bit like pins and needles. Hurts like it too, after a while.

Slowly that fades, though, and although the pain's still there it's not quite so bad anymore.

"That's it for the painful parts. Your burns don't need debriding now, that's good, I'll just bandage them and insert your IV. Later, when your body's settled from the healing, you can have some food. How's that sound?"

"Good. Thank you."

"Not a problem. I'm glad we got you back." He starts preparing an IV and there's silence for a few minutes.

"Where did you get the money?" Kai asks suddenly. £100,000… that's a lot. It certainly wasn't authorised from League funds.

"Your team's savings," replies Aaron. "I gave some too when they ran out."

Kai stares at his mentor for a moment, unable to comprehend it. "But… Gemma… you and Aisling were saving for your retirement. And you don't even know me, Aaron. I'm not worth all that."

"Neither of us are retiring yet. Besides, you are worth every penny and more, Kai. You're a valuable member of the team, but more importantly, you're our friend. You're family. My retirement is certainly not worth more than your life, don't ever think that."

Kai tries to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat, eyes filling with tears. "You– I–"

Gemma moves to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling Kai's head into her lap. She runs her hand through his hair, scratching his itching scalp.

And Kai can't hold it in anymore. He crumbles, sobbing into Gemma's lap. Loud, messy, gulping sobs that he can't quite stop.

"I was so scared," he says through tears, when he can speak, "so scared. I was terrified that you'd leave me there, that I wasn't worth rescuing. And Moonstar, he– he terrified me. He tortured me and he made me beg and I couldn't stop it. I didn't mean to, it just hurt so much. I'm sorry I got captured. I'm a– a rubbish hero."

"Hey," scolds Gemma, gently but firmly, "you're not rubbish. Heroes aren't infallible. Most of us have been captured at least once. And I'm sorry for making you think you weren't worth everything to us. The only reason we didn't come for you sooner was because my leg had to heal first, but I never should've made you think you'd been abandoned."

"It's not your fault," Kai sniffles. "I've felt like that my whole life, I know it's irrational. I've never been abandoned."

"I'm your mentor. Maybe your fear wasn't caused by me, but I should've reassured you. I should've known how scared you were and helped you. I'm sorry."

"It's not like I told you anything."

Gemma raises an eyebrow. "Just like you didn't tell me you still pass out at the sight of your own blood? You told me the exact opposite, actually."

Kai, who'd just been starting to feel a little better, wilts, hiding from Gemma's stern look. "I just– I wanted to go on an actual mission," he mumbles. "and I know you only took me because I'm not really affected by Moonstar's powers but you'd have left me behind if you thought I'd be so use– detrimental."

"No, Kai. I'd have made sure you had one of the new cut-proof full-body suits. And I still am going to get you one made. They'll ground us at least for the unauthorised ransom negotiations, we have plenty of time."

"Thank you."

"And we didn't just bring you for your powers. I wish you'd think better of yourself. You're brave, clever, resourceful. Besides, everyone has to have their first mission at some point." Kai snuggles up against Gemma. "Hey, are you okay? Well, you're not, obviously, but you're not usually this physically affectionate."

"I'm still scared," whispers Kai. He doesn't want to admit it but they agreed a long time ago that they'd only tell the truth in the medbay. "I keep thinking I'm still captured. If I close my eyes and I'm not touching anyone, it's like I'm still there. I mean, I know I'm not, but I'm still so cold and my body can't believe it. How do I do it?"

"You wait. Get some sleep, so you can think properly. Don't be too hard on yourself, you were tortured for a week, it's bound to stick for a while. And I'll stay. Prove to you that I'd never abandon you. I really am very sorry I ever let you think we would."

"It won't help to drown yourself in regret," murmurs Kai, finding Gemma's warm, calloused hand. He only spent a week there? She squeezes his hand tightly.

"Stealing my own words now, huh? Go on, go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

"I can't. I've seen you have nightmares, I don't want to remember what happened. I never wanted you to see me like that and I– what if I experience it again?"

"Then I'll wake you. You need rest. You could let Aaron give you a sedative?"

Kai shakes his head. "I won't be able to wake myself then." And he really doesn't want anything injected into him. It's like putting a budgie to sleep, only much more amusing. A needle might draw blood, and that would only make him weaker.

"Okay. Okay. Stay awake as long as you need to. Whoever comes over here next can fetch you some extra blankets, and let me give you a hug in the meantime?"

Kai nods and lets himself fall into Gemma's arms. She's warm, so warm compared to him, and he knows he'll fall asleep eventually but he really doesn't want to.

At least he's home, though. That's the important thing. He's home. He just needs to remember that and he'll– he'll be okay.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

A/N: writing something cause I'm sad and I vent my sadness through my writing. Usually Miguel, but in this case, it'll be my spider OC, Paloma.

You're tired, aren't you?

Paloma stares down at her wrists. The veins have grown a ugly shade a purple-sad, considering Paloma's favorite color is purple. The world spins and she sinks to the ground, hacking out bile. Her chest and throat lights on fire as the mixture of stomach acid and bread pours out of her into a nasty pile of goop. She wraps her arms around herself, heaving out a wail.

Tired of the pain?

She aimlessly searches for the pump and slips her fangs in, body spasming erratically once the sucking motion starts, draining her of her toxic venom. As if molten lava is forced out of her. She slams her fists into the ground, kicking her feet, tears trickling down her heated face.

Your life hangs on by a thin thread.

Once a good portion of venom is gone, she falls backwards, gasping for air. She shakily holds her arm up in the air and twists it to stare at her veins. The purple melts away into a blue and she sighs in relief, draping her arm over her forehead.

Knowing one day, you shall die and not a single person will understand why.

The pain replaces itself with seething rage. She grinds her teeth together, tips of her fangs pressed into the fatness of her bottom lip. Not enough to break the skin, no, as she could accidentally poison herself as she's done so nearly a thousand times.

This isn't the life you wanted.

Spending years as a hero. Swinging throughout the night and stopping the bad guys. Helping those in need. She puts her feelings aside and allows her life to go on the line, when it's already at risk every day of every second. The clock ticks slowly, years, hours, minutes, seconds away until her time of death is called.

Who do you turn to for help?

Paloma didn't ask for this. She never once asked to be given these powers forced upon her. A accidental lab incident. The escape of a deadly spider. A scientist who decided for her that she'll bare these powers for not only did it save her life, but cursed her.

It's so easy to give up now.

She's one person. One person against the world who loves and hates her. Paloma stands as a strong, confident woman who refuses to take on the weight of hatred. She stands for the weak and vulnerable-when inside, she's the weak and vulnerable one. Filled with doubt and pain. Stuck with the responsibility of seeing the true evil nature of those who are cruel.

Give up.

A hero is supposed to be proud and jovial, wearing a brave smile whilst holding the lives of the innocent and shielding them. Yet no one is shielding her from the pain and suffering of her tormented soul. She can handle a punch. A bullet. A brick building falling on top of her. The one thing she can't handle is the whirlwind of ugly emotions building up inside of her and threatening to explode.

I said give up.

Paloma screams in agony of the psychology torture of her mind. She grabs a handful of hair and rips it out of her scalp, howling. Her screams come out ragged and tortured, as if this wasn't her screaming.

But the person inside who ached for a normal life. The person who wishes to wake up in the morning and get ready without checking her venom levels. Who received a blissful sleep, not worrying about whether or not a innocent civilian is in jeopardy. A person pleading to be boring and uninteresting. A faceless stranger in the crowd. Never to be remembered or looked at.

You can't be that lucky, now can you?

Paloma stares to the future of her taking off her mask and discarding it, forever looking ahead and never back at the hero she used to be. She craves to live as the ordinary person with a boring, dreadful life. Instead, she's stuck saving people. Stuck fighting the bad guys. Stuck at having the knowledge that one day, her body will betray her and cut the string that kept her up.

God, she wishes she died that afternoon in the lab. Who cares if her parents mourned her death? Who cares what happened after? Who cares if there's people out there that look up to her? Who cares that people seek comfort in her?

Who cares who cares who fucking cares?

Paloma never asked to be Spider-Dahlia, and she regrets being her every single day.

Because she's forever trapped within the web of laughable destiny.

If only she could burn it and release her of this tragic life.

[fairy-writes]

The Decay of Yesterday: Chapter Four {Viktor x Reader}

this is a reader-insert fic, but i hate the terms y/n, (name), etc., so i’ll be using the nickname “scout” in place of it! if that’s not your cup of tea, well, then this probably isn’t the story for you. hope you enjoy!

word count: 2k

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Five years after the first outbreak

You woke up the next morning to gunshots. 

A bullet cracking through the air sent you up and out of bed into a frenzy. You had fallen asleep in the infirmary next to Ollie’s bed. She was stirring but hadn’t woken up yet. Skipper was curled up next to your side. 

Or he had been. 

He was on his feet, looking around wildly as you got to your feet and tried to look out the window. There was nothing you could see.

“Stay here with Ollie.” You say, and he nods, sitting on her bed and holding her hand tightly. You leave the room as she mumbles, “wassat noise?”

The halls are filled with people sucked in their own little world, not minding the noise and just going on with their day. No one gave you any helpful directions when you asked where the gunshots were coming from. Who was shooting a gun, and why wasn’t anyone stopping the noise when it could draw zombies?

Another bullet whizzed through the air as you pushed open doors into a courtyard. That was the sixth one so far. How many were in the magazine?

The bright light blinded you for a moment, causing you to put your hand up to block it and squint so you could try to see. 

What you saw made rage boil.

A wiry young woman—probably in her late teens—with long blue hair in braids was holding a gun.

Your gun.

“Only ever use it if it’s a last resort. You’ll know what to do.” 

Before you knew what you were doing, you were running forward. The woman turned just as your fist connected with her jaw and knocked her to the ground, sending the gun skittering away from her grasp. Then, you were running to the weapon, picking it up and checking for damage, and then checking the chamber and magazine. 

There was a single bullet left. 

You hear an anger-filled cry, and someone tackles you to the ground. Your head cracks against the concrete, and suddenly your head is spinning. You can feel the blood dripping down as the woman raises your head by the collar of your scrubs and slams your head against the concrete again and again and again. Finally, you manage to clock her in the eye before she kneels on your upper arms so you can’t move.  

There’s the sound of running, and suddenly Jayce is pulling the woman off, and Vi is hauling you to your feet. The entire time you clutch the weapon and don’t let anyone pull it out of your hands as Vi and the black-haired woman sling your arms over their shoulders and drag you out of the courtyard. 

The blue-haired woman is shrieking and wailing as Jayce and Sevika try to get her under control. You hear her all the way to the infirmary. 

Viktor is sitting again at Ollie’s side, talking to her and Skipper until he notices you. You must look awful because he pales and stands. 

“What happened?” He asks, and Vi grunts as she helps you onto the bed, 

“Jinx happened.” She says and props your head up on pillows after putting a towel behind your head. 

Her hand comes away bloody.

“—at do you mean Jinx happened?” You realize Viktor is still talking, and your head lolls to the side against the pillow. He is opening and closing drawers, looking for something.

“That bitch took my gun.” You mumble, and he looks at you from where he had been rummaging through one of the drawers. He looks at the gun that is still in your hand. 

“You let her do this to you over a weapon?” He demands incredulously, and you shrug as best you can while in bed.

“It’s very important to me.” You say simply. Viktor rolls his eyes but finally finds what he is looking for.

A needle and thread. 

Immediately you sit up,

“There’s uh… there’s no need for that. I’m fine.” You say, leaning away as he hobbles over. Viktor sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for the bottle of hydrogen peroxide under his arm. He shakes it.

There isn’t much left. 

Viktor mumbles a curse under his breath but hands the needle and bottle off to Vi. 

“Go clean that in the sink. We need it to be sterile.” He says to her. Vi nods, taking both items carefully, going to the sink, and dousing the needle in what's left of the liquid. Viktor takes it back, and after tossing the bottle in the waste bin beside the bed, he threads the needle and motions for you to turn around. 

“Absolutely not.” You say, and Viktor raises an eyebrow but scoots closer anyway.

“You are bleeding. You need medical treatment.” He replies, and you shake your head before cradling your skull with your free hand. 

Vi speaks quietly to the black-haired woman, who still hasn’t said two words to you but nods and leaves the room. She comes back with a bottle of clear liquid. 

It didn’t have a label. 

Viktor takes the bottle with a quiet “Thank you, Miss Kiramman.” and hands it to you.

“Drink this.” He says, and you have to refrain from smacking it out of his hands. Though part of you desperately wanted to.

“And why should I do that?” You say. Viktor looks two seconds away from strangling you as you continue to refuse to take the bottle in his hand. 

“It’s vodka.”

“Why would I drink vodka?!”

“We don’t have general anesthesia here, and I need to sew your wound shut.”

“You aren’t getting anywhere near me with that needle.”

“Head wounds bleed a lot. If you bleed any more, you’ll pass out.”

“Let me pass out then! You aren’t sewing my head shut.” 

Viktor looks up at the ceiling as if praying for strength. Then he turns to Vi and “Miss Kiramman” and then to you.

“Would you hold Scout down, please?”

Your gaze turns to them, and you scowl. Miss Kiramman at least has the decency to look nervous.

“Are you sure we should do that?” She asks, and you shake your head,

“You get any closer, and I’ll bite you. Pretty sure you don’t want that.” You snap, and she actually backs up a step. Vi steps in front of her, her hand clenching into a fist.

“Try that, and you’ll get another hit to the head.” She snarls, and Viktor holds up his hands.

“No one is biting or punching anyone.” He says, voice slightly raised to get everyone’s attention. Your eyes snap back to meet his, and he looks angry. 

Angry at you specifically. 

But you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

“Scout?” Comes Ollie’s quiet voice, and your head whips to the side a little too quickly and sends another wave of pain coursing through your head. You have to hold in a whine. 

Ollie is holding onto Skipper’s arm and looking at you with wide eyes. You offer what you hope is a kind smile,

“What’s wrong, Ollie?” You say, and she creeps closer to your bedside and worms her hand into your free one. Then she leans into your ear and whispers as if telling you a secret.

“You should let Viktor help you. He’s nice.” She says, and you sigh. It was one thing to worry about yourself; it was a whole other thing to have her and Skipper worrying about you.

“Alright, fine.” You say and turn your gaze onto Viktor. It turns into a scowl as you look at the needle again. “But no alcohol. It’s probably not good for a concussion.” You finish, and he shrugs.

“It’s your choice.” Is all he says.

The pain isn’t bad, but it’s not at all comfortable. You clench your free hand in the sheets when Ollie lets go of it. But even through all the agony, you still don’t drop the gun. 

“Only ever use it if it’s a last resort. You’ll know what to do.” 

The stitching doesn’t take long. Viktor—while infuriating—is quick and efficient in his work. First, he cuts the thread with scissors and ties it off. Then he presses some pills into your hand. They’re nondescript and white. They look vaguely like Tylenol, but you can’t be sure. 

“Take these for the pain.” He says curtly before hobbling from the infirmary with the slam of the metal door.

“What crawled up his ass and died?” You mumble as Vi hands you a canteen of water.

“He’s just difficult sometimes.” She says, and you look at the ceiling as you swallow the pills. Difficult was an understatement.

“So I’ve heard.” 

Miss Kiramman finally speaks up,

“Why did you provoke Jinx?” She asks, and you look at her.

“Who are you again?” You ask, and she purses her lips,

“Caitlyn Kiramman. Tell me why you provoked Jinx. The girl with the blue hair.” She asks again, and you hold up the gun. She flinches away with a surprised, “Don’t wave that around!” You raise your eyebrows,

“I’m not going to shoot anyone. This is too important to me.” You say, and Vi frowns,

“Why?” She asks, and you shrug,

“Because it’s only to be used as a last resort in this day and age.” You reply cryptically, and you can see the wheels turning in their heads. 

Vi is the first to figure it out.

But the door opens again before she can say anything. 

Silco enters with Sevika holding Jinx by her arms as the adults settle her onto a cot. She’s nursing an angry bruise on her jaw from your hit, but he’s mostly calm, with Silco speaking to her in soft tones. At least she’s calm until she sees you. Then she jumps to her feet and starts to run over, an angry snarl on her face when Sevika catches her arm and wheels her around to force her onto the bed. 

“She punched me!” She shrieks, and Ollie and Skipper both flinch at the noise. You forget that they grew up in a mostly silent world with you whispering so as not to attract the undead. 

You realize abruptly that, for whatever reason, Jayce is nowhere to be found. 

You glance up in time to see Silco making his way over to your bedside. You unconsciously scoot back as he sits at the edge of the bed. You try to avoid looking at his eyes altogether. 

“I understand there was a misunderstanding this morning.” He begins, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You don’t want him talking to you. 

You want him to leave you alone. 

“Jinx was using my gun.” You reply simply, and he cocks his head to the side. Almost like a bird. 

“You hit her over a weapon?” He inquires. You nod once. Better to keep your answers short and to the point. There wasn’t any reason to be long and flowery with your words when you felt he would use those to his advantage. 

Silco lets out a breath,

“Come with me.” He says, and Caitlyn steps forward,

“But Scout’s injured and needs rest!” She exclaims but stops when Silco holds up a hand. It seems he runs a tight ship here at the compound, commanding respect in those around him. That or fear.

You get to your feet, wobbling slightly at first but refusing help from Vi and Caitlyn. 

“Stay with Ollie and Skipper, please.” You whisper to them. Vi nods and corrals the kids back to Ollie’s bed with featherlight promises of learning to play a card game. Caitlyn hesitates but relents when you give her a look. 

Sevika is still holding Jinx down as you pass her on the way to the entrance. 

Jinx is looking like she wants to murder you. 

Part of you wonders if she’s plotting to do so.

As Silco leads you into what looks like an office and shuts the door behind you, you can’t help but hope he isn’t about to kill you here and now.

[the-original-skipps]

|| Hearing that you’re heavily injured because of them. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

as much as I love the fluff I really need some angst too mwahaha also first time writing for endo i hope i got him right

CW: angst. mentions of injury. mentions of violence. potential oocness.

PART 2 BELOW!

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihito. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Endo Yamato.

❥ Sakura dropped the coffee cup he was holding as it shattered to the ground. Momentarily frozen from shock at the news. Before Nirei could catch his breath and explain the situation further, Sakura abruptly stands up, knocking over the chair he was sitting on. Without speaking to anyone, Sakura runs out of the cafe and onto the streets despite his friends calling out his name. The only thought that ran through his head is that he had to get to where you were no matter what. Pushing aside anyone who was in his way, he ran all the way to the hospital. Panting tired and desperate he shouts at the hospital staff to see you, causing a ruckus that has people looking in worry. He could barely keep himself together, he just needed to see you - if you were going to be alright. The weight crushing his heart that it was somehow his fault that it happened in the first place.

"P-Please, I need to see t-them....!"

❥ Suo has a blank look on his face, his eyes distant as he hangs up the call he received from the hospital. Sakura and Nirei look at him questionably, before a smile breaks out on Suo's face. He suddenly excuses himself, before walking off in a different direction. However, what unsettles both Sakura and Nirei was despite the bright smile Suo gave, his eye reflected nothing. He was calm as he spoke to the hospital staff, as they explained your situation. His heart sinking and anger rising the more they explained to him the extent of your injuries. Afterwards, he sits down in front of the emergency room with a dark look in his eye - vowing to enact revenge.

"Whoever did this to you, I'll make sure they'll regret it."

❥ Nirei could feel his chest constricting and tightening at the news of you being in the hospital's emergency room. He struggles to breath, fist clenching his shirt - feeling like he was hyperventilating as tears pricked his eyes. Suo looking towards his friend in worry, quietly whispered assurances - helping him get his breathing stabilized again. Suo flinches a bit in surprise as Nirei suddenly lets a dreadful wail, tears now flowing freely. He clutches a fist full of hair in his hands as his mind fills with the images of your smiling face before abruptly cutting off to show the awful images of you on the hospital bed. As tears burned his eyes, he chants to himself- like a broken record.

"I-It's all my f-fault..."

❥ Umemiya drops the potted plant he was holding, shattering as Hiragi stands before him with a grim look on his face. Uncaring, Umemiya turns around with a hard look on his face as he orders Hiragi to gather everyone at the hospital before walking off with a slam of the rooftop door. His thoughts swirl with potential suspects on who might have done this to you. He knew his mind was going to dark places as the anger and rage consumed him. The students flinch as they look on with fear before moving out of his way as they see their usual happy go lucky leader, quiet. The aura of wrath emanating from him, sending fear shooting straight up to whoever dares to look. Forgiveness is not an option, they'll have to pay with destruction.

"(Y/N), I'll swear I'll find whoever did this to you..."

❥ Kaji crushes the lollipop he was eating with his teeth as the fury bubbles inside him like lava. Instantly standing up, he kicks away the chair he was sitting on - it almost breaks from the force. How dare they hurt you! A flash of your smile appearing in his mind. His classmates around him looked onwards with shock and fear. They've seen their class leader get angry before but this type of anger sends terror onto them. Even Enomoto and Kusumi look at him with worry, unsure of the words to say to console him. Kaji sets his eyes on the desk in front of him, before lifting it up and smashing it to the ground. As it smashes, he lets out a loud roar causing the people around him to shrink back.

"THEY'LL PAY FOR THIS! THEY'LL FUCKIN PAY!!!"

❥ Endo bursts out into laughter which quickly turns maniacal. The laughter resonating and echoing in the abandoned warehouse he stands in. A type of madness reflecting in his green eyes which resulted from pure white hot anger. His hands itching to beat the face of whoever hurt you into a bloody incognizable mess. When he gets his hands on whoever dared to touch you, he'll make sure to repay the pain they gave you tenfold. No matter how much they beg for mercy or death but he'll grant them no such release. They will be an example made to the future to anyone who dares to try and harm you. They'll regret it, he swears this to you.

"Don't worry, my love. I'll make them scream so loud you'll hear them..!"

PART 2

[ronniescribbles]

Witchy Tantrums

Severus Snape x Little!Reader

1,006 Words

You can read it on AO3 here!

One dropped vial of painstakingly brewed potion is all it takes to send you into an enraged fit on the floor. Lucky for you, a certain potionsmaster strides onto the scene to make things all better.

A/N: This is the first full fanfic I've written in years - how exciting (and nerve-wracking)! There aren't many regression fics for Severus as a caregiver out there, and since he's a huge comfort character for me right now, I thought that I might spoil all of us Snape fanatics out there💖 

I hope you enjoy! Feel free to reblog/comment and let me know what you think - or send in requests if you have any!😊

"Merlin's beard, I am not redoing this potion again! Ugh, I'm so done!" 

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Glass shattered across the classroom floor. Immediately, a cry of your frustration followed, echoing against the walls of the otherwise empty room. 

Tears were already streaming down your face. You had spent hours hovering over this potion, watching its every move in order to insure its success, and after being only partly successful in brewing a usable potion, you had carelessly dropped the entire vial onto the floor. 

"I can't do this, Merlin's beard, I can't do this," You rocked back and forth on your feet. Every feasible negative thought swarmed your mind, and all you could even think to do was sink to the floor and sob. 

So that's exactly what you did, slumping to the floor in rage and muttering swears to yourself about your carelessness. Your fists balled as you curled inward; you couldn't even register how quickly you were slipping into little space. But there you were, slamming your fists to the ground angrily and whimpering through tears like the angry, exhausted child you had internally become. 

Over your wailing, you couldn't hear the classroom door creak open, nor the clack of premeditated footsteps approaching you. You could only hear the thudding of your feet and the pounding of your hands and your shrieking that filled the entire room. But then his voice came, temporarily averting your attention from the tantrum you hardly realized you were throwing. 

"What has happened here, child?" It was Severus, looming above you with concern. His eyes scanned for possible injuries as you continued your fussing. "It appears to be just a spill. Not to worry-" 

You perked up at this statement, only to angrily strike a fist against his shoe. "WAS. NOT. JUS. SPILL! Is all ruin, all gone!" 

Severus gently bent down to your level on the floor, lifting your chin and guiding you to look at him. "There, there, little one. There is no need to worry about the potion at the moment, we will discuss it when you are no longer regressed." His arms then wrapped around your torso and he lifted you up, holding you to his chest. 

Almost instinctively, you pressed your face into him and sucked in a shaky breath. Severus's hand rubbed the small of your back to ease your soft cries. He began to bounce you a little, and, with gentle fingers, swept a lock of hair out of your weary eyes.

"Although rather careless of you, dear, you have been stressing far too much over this one potion." From his lips came the same monotone string of words that always did, but this time, with a more forgiving demeanor. "We simply cannot let it become so strenuous on you to where you are throwing a fit on my classroom floor."

You knew he had a point, but you couldn't help but crinkle your face into a pout against him anyway. He must have felt your brows furrowing, because he continued to speak, almost as an afterthought. "Though I suppose that is what littles will do, yes?" 

The words blurred together in your small mind, but you thoughtlessly nodded in agreement. You felt the faint hum of approval vibrate throughout his chest. Severus lifted you up closer to him and planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. The faint swishing of his wand followed, and you finally found yourself drifting asleep.

You woke up to the smell of brewing herbs and firewood, a soft blanket resting on top of you and your weight pressed into the couch. Your eyes, still blurry from sleep, glanced across the room to the dark figure standing at the kitchenette. 

"Sevvy?" You lifted yourself up with wobbly arms. 

He only hummed in response, not turning from the counter to face you. You tilted your head and repeated yourself, unhappy with his lack of words.

"Sevvy, can c'mere?" 

"In a moment, darling, the tea is almost ready." A faint pouring noise came from in front of him. 

You blinked in confusion. "Tea?" It wasn't a common drink for you to enjoy while small; it was much too hot. Though, now thinking about it, you did enjoy the thought of Severus blowing on a warm cup of it, just to be sure it was cool enough for you to drink before lifting it to your lips. 

"Mhm... Perhaps you'd like to try it?" Finally, he turned to you, holding a single teacup. 

You reached out to him with grabby hands. With that, he made his way towards you, sinking into the couch and setting the teacup down in front of himself. As you reached out to take it, he gently grabbed your wrist. 

"Ah-ah, little one, we need to wait for it to cool." Noticing your frown, he continues, "But, you may sit on my lap in the meantime, if you wish." 

You nodded, easily pacified by the thought of the warmth of his arms. He seemed to have a way of grounding you, just by holding you close to him. It surely wasn't an offer you were going to pass up either way.

He reached out and lifted you up onto him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest again. You babbled a few half-words in thanks. Severus began to run his nimble fingers through your hair, earning another nuzzle against his chest.  Sometimes, no words needed to be said between you two; the way he protected you in this most vulnerable state, when you entrusted your regressed self to him, spoke volumes. 

Just as easily as you were distracted from the tea, you drifted back into a light slumber. He wrapped a firm arm around your waist as his hand continued stroking through tangled locks of hair. Before finally drifting off, you pressed your lips against the fabric of his vest. "Tank you for helpin, Sev.." 

He softened his voice as though not to stir you. "Always, little one. I promise to keep you safe."

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Haii! Can I request a oneshot of a adepti reader having unresolved sexual tensions with Zhongli? like the reader visits him at the parlor only to confront him about his death and the gnosis then they have rough/angry sex hehe can it also be fluff at the end? hehe sorry if its a bit confusing thank u in advance tho and have a great day! 💖

Note: no need to be sorry, anon! 💖 This was quite fun to write. I'm making the reader gender neutral since it's not mentioned. Enjoy!

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take me whole

Characters: Zhongli x Adeptus GN!reader

Genre: smut/NSFW, established relationship, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, penetration (reader receiving), cussing, fingering, biting, size kink, breeding kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation (contains spoiler of Liyue's archon quest)

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The sun began to depart. Orange and purple hues that adorned the sky will soon dissipate when night settles in. It was already closing time for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. After Zhongli finished his delegated duties, he got ready to leave for the day.

Zhongli shuts the door behind him. As he was about to turn around, your hands slammed beside him, confining him in between. Turning fully to look at you, he donned a calm demeanor as usual. Your eyes, practically seething with anger, stared back at his gentle eyes, "How could you do this without discussing it with any of us?"

Crashing both your fists on his chest and throwing a petulant tantrum, your eyes began to flood with tears. Lowering your gaze to deter Zhongli from seeing them, "Did you think we- I wouldn't be worried? When I heard about your death, my mind went deranged. And your gnosis? What were you thinking of giving it away like a free gift?!" Your fist drums in frustration, trying to pursue after the rhythm of your ramble.

Zhongli reached out to catch your wrists, causing you to flinch and trying to wriggle them away. His gloved fingers slid up to meet yours and lacing them together, "I must honor my contract with the Tsaritsa."

"Cut the bullshit. You're just making an excuse. You're nothing but a coward." Glaring at him, you knew it was irrational to have your anger influence you when he had his reasons. But your turmoil continues to accumulate. You needed something or someone to condemn it all on. Bearing so much exasperation caused your mind to be hazy, you failed to notice that your tears began to scatter.

Zhongli leaned down, kissing away your beads of tears like they were so precious to him. He then lowered to give you a proper kiss, having you taste the lingering saltiness from your tears. He pulled away, "Have you had enough and calmed down, love?"

Grabbing his hand, your feet tread heavily to the side of the building engulfed by shadows as night descends, dragging Zhongli along with, "You're going to have to give me more than that to make up for what you've done."

You wasted no time. After pushing him back to the wall, you stripped away your lower garment to display your eager sex that desperately pleaded for Zhongli. As you pulled down the latter's pants, "In public? Are you sure?" Zhongli placed his hand on your shoulder.

Propping one of your legs up beside his hip, you seized his cock to align it with your throbbing mess, "Shut up." You hissed as you pressed the tip up your entrance without proper preparation.

Your yearning outweighs any patience left in you to wait any longer. Jolts of pain shot up your body as your entrance strived to cater for something that large. Tears welled up again, both due to the discomfort and your neediness.

Zhongli sighs as he could no longer watch. After he helped your leg down back to the ground, he bit the end of his glove to slip it off, "Turn around for me."

You did as told, huffing that you even took orders from him. Zhongli's arm made its way around your waist to hold you firmly as you feel him lean closer, breath brushing your neck. His fingers roamed around your aching hole before inserting two in, "You should have patience. That would make the experience more pleasant for the both of us."

"Don't tell me what to do- ahh!" A gasp of pleasure is induced from you when his finger hits a favorable spot. It finally registered in your head that you stood on the streets of Liyue Harbor half-naked. Embarrassment settled in, having your hands hover to your mouth to push back the noises.

Zhongli's harden cock grinds against the back of your thigh as his fingers tortured your sensitive hole, spreading his fingers apart to loosen it up. He removed your hands away from your face, "Why are you suddenly shy now, hmm?" His low voice grumbles, sending your body shivering in anticipation. You knew he wants this as much as you do.

Your words integrated with moans that you tried to overcome, "Who said I'm-" Zhongli hindered you with his other fingers shoved into your mouth, retaining them broad open, "Then let people hear."

Before you could protest, Zhongli withdrew out his fingers from your hole before he bent you over to load you up with his erection without granting you a moment to accommodate. Whining as his full length railed into you, your lower half contradicted by clenching tightly around his girth. As pain harmonized with pleasure washing over you, gritting your teeth resulted in sinking them into his fingers instead.

As you occasionally sucked on his fingers, Zhongli worked his way to accelerate his thrusts. Your muffled moans and saliva drenched them. Zhongli groans, "Mm, you feel so good." His amber orbs glowed dimly in the dark as he watched his cock glistening with your wet arousal each time he moved in and out.

Your back arched, panting out obscene sounds and producing squelches every time he ramps his huge cock strenuously into you. Incoherently, you wailed out your frustration, "I.. hate you!" Cheeks stained with your tears.

You hear Zhongli heave a sigh of contentment behind you, "I love you."

Feeling your stomach churn with pleasure and hearing his words, your voice gradually amplified in volume, no longer caring if any citizens passing by could overhear how dirty you are, "I said, ngh, I hate you."

"Haa, your body disagrees." Your reaction was a trigger for him to exert more force in his thrusts, baring himself from any constraints of holding back.

Your body jerked forward, nails jabbing into his arm, "Wait! T-too much!" You lolled out your tongue, only able to afford for your body to convulse and succumb your whole being to Zhongli, "Fuck! I can't-"

Zhongli pressed kisses on your nape, lapping away the film of sweat and leaving harsh bites to imprint your skin, "Yes, you can."

Nearing climax, your body trembles uncontrollably with honest mewls making their way to Zhongli's ears. He was catching up as well, feeling his thrusts growing sloppy.

Grunting, he kept his cock burrowed deep in you as he ejaculated, presenting his seed inside you. Your eyes rolled back, body going through a series of spasms with the sensation of his semen warming and saturating you to the brim. His cum leaked, trickling down in between your quivering legs.

Zhongli squeezed your body lovingly with both arms, continuing to thrust into you with a fervent pace even after the both of you came, hoping to plunge his seed further inside you, "I love you." He repeats earnestly. Your body turned restless with your voice becoming hoarse, "E-enough..."

"I thought you wanted more? I'm giving you what you want until you forgive me." Zhongli had you face him by drawing your chin gently.

"Enough already, idiot. I don't actually hate you... I'm sorry." Your confidence and voice drop. Averting your gaze, your lips tightened together when he stared at you.

Giving a fond smile, he gave you a quick peck, "What say you, we continue this back at home?"

Kissing back, "Only if you promise to take care of me later on."

[redheadspark]

For your prompts!!

“ don’t doubt yourself, honey. ” & "I'm rooting for you"

For your Melody series

Can be anything, have fun with it!!

A/N: Yay for a Melody Prompt! Thanks for the request, Stella!

Rest

Summary: Clío hits a roadblock when she tries to use her ability after the near Emergence, but Druig is there to build her up again.

Warnings: Some cute fluff

You can find my Melody Masterlist here as a reference :)

You hated this, you downright hated this.

You were standing in the open field, in your power stance and in a set of gym clothes with your hair tied back in a high messy bun. Your hands were making fists at your sides as you were staring dead ahead at the vas's one plains, taking in a few deep breaths to get back int your mind again and concentrate. But once your opened your mouth and tried to scream, it felt more like scratching along your throat and wind pipe and a straining sensation was there.

You slammed your mouth shut and groaned. You couldn't scream anymore.

Your muscles were still sore from the Emergence, using all of your might and ability in that battle and fight on the beach against Ikaris. You weren't expecting to into a fight, only to stop Tiamut and the Emergence that would end the planet and the human race. But Ikaris was there to make it happen, and he would kill you all if he could. Seeing whom you considered as your brother wish to harm you, to stop you from saving the humans, it killed you inwardly. Yet it was worse when he harmed and attempted to kill your husband. Seeing Druig fly through the air into the ground, Ikaris shooting his beams into his body to kill him in front of yours eyes, your rational side left you and something more animalistic blossomed.

Your mouth opened, and the sound that came out of your mouth was almost gut wrenching and unbearable.

"Son of a bitch," You sighed, rubbing your throat and pacing a bit from one spot to another along the dirt beneath your feet. It felt more like a chore now to use your ability, not like before when it was natural and flowed through you. Something about that fight, about using your voice in such a feral and angry manner, it changed your ability permanently.

It was scarred, in more way than one.

"Clío?" Druig called out to you, sounding a bit uneasy to see you try and scream out in the open plains near the farmhouse. Within you mind you hated that Druig was seeing you like this: almost looking like a crazy trying to scream. But you knew that you changed, ever since you all left that beach and barely saved the world you changed. But the others did too, a shift was in each of you from what you experienced and how you fought hard. This never happened while you were on Earth.

"You need to take it easy," Druig reminded you, walking up to kiss your shoulder and rubbing your arm soothingly as you were rubbing your face in frustration, "It's not going to come back easily or anything soon,"

"It's been weeks Druig," You explained calmly, your voice sounding bitter and almost hoarse from how many times you tried to use your screams, "I should be healed by now. Why am I still weak?"

"Because you used so much of it you lose your voice, remember?" Druig reminded you, having you sigh. He was right: approaching you on the beach with a new scrapes on his skin and a gash on his cheek. You were beyond happy to see him alive, tears down your face as you two collided and kissed on the beach amongst the water. He was back in your arms and in your life, and that split moment of being alone went away with the rolling tide.

Druig held you close, whispering you were okay and he was there. You tried to tell him you were happy be was alive, but your voice was lost to the sea from using you bellows and wails so much on Ikaris. You mouthed to him, "I love you I love you I love you," Over and over against his lips, knowing he heard and felt it.

"You couldn't talk for two days after that," Druig went on some more, his fingers moved to trace your neck near your collarbone with his calloused fingers so delicately and intimately that it made you shiver, "I've never missed hearing your voice so much until that moment,"

"What if I won't be able to use it again?" You asked, sounding uneasy and unsure. Now that you couldn't use your screams, to project it and harness it, it made you feel more lost than ever. When you had your ability before, it never once crossed your mind you could loose it within a moment or a split second. All you were thinking about on the beach was killing Ikaris, Not only or how he killed Ajak and caused the death go Gilgamesh, not only for bringing pain and turmoil to your family when you were all meant to be one. Yet it was you yearning to make him pay for how he took Druig away from you and made you think Druig was gone forever. That was the last straw for you, seeing your husband ripped out of your hands.

Your lost your voice to fight for your love and for your beliefs.

"You will," Druig vowed, his voice calm and smooth as you felt him wrap one arm around your upper chest to cradle you close to him as he was still pressed behind you, "I know you will. You are still healing...and as much as you're gonna hate me telling you this...I want you to rest."

"Druig..." you groaned.

"Rest is not weakness," He reminded you calmly, "You have told me the a dozen times when I would over use my mind control. Rest is good and rest is essential. I love you too much to see you push yourself, Clío. Plus you have to heal for more than just yourself,"

HIs hand slipped down to rest on your lower belly, you placing your own hand on top of his.

It's been a week since you found out you were pregnant and you told the news to Druig. Both of your lives have changed since then, you feeling the days being more scared and filled with pockets of joy. Of course you thought it was impossible, very impossible. The initial shock was still running in your veins, and you felt your whole world was shifting towards the little life growing inside of you. There was nothing else as important as your baby, no matter how small it was at this point and how you felt so happy with the notion of your family growing.

But you couldn't picture having a family without Druig in it, walking with you and helping guide you in every step. You two were already a family from the moment you got married, and maybe before in the longer years of Earth. Druig was never going to be out of your life, and to think that he would have this baby with you seemed too good to be true. You could only picture him as the best father, and he would help make you the best mother.

“Don’t doubt yourself, honey.” Druig whispered against your head as you both were embracing one another, the dust settling around your feet as a breeze picked up, "You're still the powerful, kind, and fierce woman I fell in love with centuries ago, and you always will be. I'm rooting for you, your voice will come back. I know it will, okay?"

"Okay." You sighed, feeling Druig sneak a kiss along your jaw and cheek, "Maybe I'll slow down with this. I think your stubbornness is rubbing off on me,"

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," Druig teased, you giggled and gripping his jaw before he could move away from you. You turned your head, kissing you soundly and felt him hold you a bit closer as you two kissed for a few moments. You could always find yourselves back in this moment of peace with one another, and although you knew that your recovery was going to be slower than you liked, Druig was going to be right there to make sure you weren't alone.

The End.

Tagged: @ftrmrs-ally-keofield @botanicalbarnes @heartofwritiing @steve-harringtons-slut

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Stronger Together

"Dreamer!"

Lena's alarm sears across Nia's senses. She registers the danger at the corner of her eye-- a Brevakk ripping off his sleeves to expose the keratinized spurs protruding from his arms. One sweep of his arm and she'll be dead, skewered in a spray of thick quills sharp enough to penetrate her suit and lacerate any organ they could reach. But she's locked in battle with a K'hund attacking from the front, so all she can do is brace for the inevitable impact.

Suddenly, Nia's view of the Brevakk is eclipsed by the shadow of Lena's back.

"NO!"

The force of the thorns' impact knocks Lena fron her feet, slamming into Nia and causing them both to go down with a cry. Lena's gauntlet fires once, stunning the Brevakk with a glancing blow. Nia throws her own arm out towards her opponent in a desperate bid to gain some ground. The blast of dream energy sends him flying, and when Nia doesn't notice that he doesn't rise again. Her attention is locked on Lena, and the half dozen quills that have found a home in her chest.

"Lena, Lena, oh my god." Nia's hands shake as she climbs out from under Lena and kneels beside her on the pavement. "No, no, no..."

Lena's eyes are glassy and dazed. She looks down at the horns, reaching drunkenly towards them only for Nia to pull her hands away.

"Why did you do that?"

Nia's suit wouldn't have helped much, but it was better than Lena's blouse-- a silly silken thing now ripped and torn, digging into the edges of the wounds around the quills. Lena had no protection beside her gauntlet, and still she had jumped between them.

"N-nia..." Lena's voice crackles in her throat. She coughs, and blood spatters across her chin, staining her berry-red lips a color far more sinister.

Nia's heart lurches with panic. Her head whips up in search of Kara, but Supergirl isn't here. She's on the other side of the city with J'onn, fighting further unrest there. Her eyes lock on another figure, black leather instead of blue.

"ALEX!!"

Nia's shriek cuts through the din, and Sentinel's head whips towards her. In an instant, the pistol in her hand shifts into a warhammer, and Alex slams it down on her opponent, all thoughts of mitigating casualties forgotten. She skids to her knees beside Nia, nearly elbowing her out of the way to crouch over Lena.

"Lena? Jesus... Lena! Can you hear me? Look at me, look at me--"

Lena's eyes track to Alex, and Nia chokes on a sob when she sees the fear in them. But Alex only calms.

"Good, you're okay," Alex tells her, stroking Lena's hair once with a gentle hand. "You're going to be okay."

With her free hand, Alex fumbles for the watch on Lena's wrist, flipping open its face and silently pressing the symbol embossed there. She doesn't take her eyes off Lena for a moment, and when the signal is active Alex slides her palm into Lena's, which curls tightly around hers.

"H-hurts--"

Lena's breath begins to quicken, and the corners of her eyes pinch with the onset of pain. The shock is quickly wearing off, leaving nothing to dull the pain. Alex nods, giving Lena's hand a squeeze.

"I know, but it's going to be okay," she promises. "We're going to get you somewhere safe--"

Supergirl touches down at the moment, pavement cracking beneath the force of her panic. "Lena!!"

Kara kneels opposite her sister, taking in the damage with wide eyes. She grips Lena's free hand tightly, even as she looks to Alex for instructions.

"Hospital," Alex says simply, urgency clipping her tone. "Now."

Kara nods, and gently maneuvers Lena into her arms. Lena cries out, the sound sharp in Nia's ears. When Nia blinks, tears dampen the fabric of her mask.

"I'm sorry," Kara murmurs, pressing her nose to the side of Lena's head. "I'm sorry."

"K-kar--" Lena gasps for breath, coughing up more blood. Her back now visible, Nia sees that one of the thorns has penetrated so deeply that it tents the back of Lena's shirt.

"It's okay," Kara echoes the well-meaning lie of her sister. "I've got you."

In a burst of wind, Kara takes off, and Nia sits dazed in her wake. It's long moments before she registers Alex's insistent hands tugging her up.

"It was supposed to be me," Nia intones, flat with shock. "She--"

"I know," Alex cuts her off, not unkindly. She tugs Nia to her feet then shoves her into a run. "But we need to go. Now!"

Together, they make their retreat, leaving the alley and the unconscious aliens behind just as the distant wail of approaching sirens cuts through the air.

---

Nia wastes no time in stripping off her costume and changing back into her civvies. But before she can reach the exit, Alex cuts her off. "You can't go to the hospital."

Surprise jolts through Nia, before its quickly replaced with anger. "Are you insane?"

"Nia--"

"I can't just wait here-- she-- those barbs were meant for me, Alex! She's hurt because of me. I can't not be there!"

"Kara just called."

Time seems to freeze. Nia feels ice pool in her veins as a lump climbs to her throat and lodges there. "No..."

Alex rushes to reassure her. "No! That's not-- no, Lena's still in surgery. But-- the police are there."

Nia's relief that Lena is alive cuts short with confusion. "What? Why?"

"They're there to take Lena into custody."

"They can't do that!"

"She's aided and abetted known vigilantes," Alex explains. "With everything that's been happening lately--"

"It's not right!"

"Lena will be fine. Truly. Kara is going to CatCo to get Andrea to make the arrest as public as possible. Between that and the Luthor reputation, my guess is that they'll question her about our identities and then let her go."

"That's-- that's--" Nia struggles to find words through her growing rage. The helplessness of the past few months, the rising anti-alien sentiments, the crackdown on Supergirl on her friends... it all comes to a head, and Nia can barely breathe.

Alex reaches for Nia's hand. "If you go now, you'll only risk exposing yourself. Lena wouldn't want that."

Nia sucks in a breath, but it comes in a sob. The next thing she knows, Alex's arms are around her and she's crying into her shoulder, huge lurching sobs that feel like the world is quaking around her.

"It's okay," Alex promises.

"It's my fault," Nia gasps. "It's all my fault..."

"Lena's going to be okay."

---

Nia may not be able to go to the hospital, but she can't stay in the Tower either. In the end she goes to CatCo, ready to throw her weight behind Kara's pitch to fry the police in the press. Luckily, Andrea doesn't need the convincing.

"I want both of you on this," their boss delivers with a coolness sharpened to a razors edge by the glint of rage in her eyes. "William too. I want you to dig up anything you can find about the arresting officers. Any whisper of corruption within the NCPD that you might have been sitting on, now is your time to air it. CatCo won't stand for this."

Nia and Kara both nod solemnly before retreating to their desks. But instead of diverting to her own desk, Kara follows Nia to hers.

"How are you holding up?"

The gentle question threatens a resurgence of tears. Nia looks away, only for her eyes to catch on the photo of her and Lena on her desk, taken at one of their sister nights the year before. Nia can't remember the last time they've hung out, just the two of them.

Blinking furiously, Nia flips the picture down and opens up her laptop. "Fine."

"It's okay to not be fine..."

"Do you want to know if I'm angry that my friend is alone in the hospital because of me? Fine! I'm angry!"

Kara's features soften. "Nia..."

"It's my fault she's there in the first place!" Nia hisses. The lump returns to her throat, and her eyes burn with unshed tears. "She just, just... she just jumped between us! I should've--"

"Hey." Kara calms her with a hand on her shoulder. Nia sucks in a breath, then another, trying to steady herself. Finally, Kara's features pinch into a bemused smile. "You know Lena... There's no line she won't cross, for the people she cares about."

Instead of comforting her, Kara's words only makes Nia grit her teeth. She turns back to the computer. They better be willing to do the same for her.

"Let's get to work."

----

The first article runs the following morning, skewering the police department for rampant anti-alien abuses while highlighting Lena's charity and outreach. While it's not quite enough to banish the police presence from the hospital, it does get a single visitor in to see Lena. Nia expects Kara to take it, but to her surprise Kara simply nods her towards the door.

"Go," Kara says softly. "Give her our love."

Nia doesn't stop to ask twice. She's ushered into Lena's hospital room by a kindly looking nurse, glaring at the officer posted outside the door on her way in. The second her eyes land on Lena, rage swells in her chest at the side of the handcuffs tethering Lena to the bed.

"Is that really necessary?" she demands, balling her hands into fists. "Where is she going to go?"

"Nia..." Lena's soft voice from the bed interrupts her before she can gather much steam. "It's okay."

Nia huffs, eyeing the way the officer slowly moves his hand from his sidearm when Nia turns back to the room. But then all she can see is Lena, hair limp and torso bulky with bandages under her hospital gown.

"It's not okay," Nia says, sitting in the chair thats been placed next to Lena's bed.

"It's just a misunderstanding," Lena insists, her gaze sliding towards the door. The door itself remains open, denying them any sense of privacy. But Lena doesn't seem to mind when her gaze returns to Nia. "You okay?"

Nia chokes on her own tongue. "Am I--? Lena, you're in the hospital..."

"And I'm okay." Lifting her cuffed wrist, Lena silently reaches for Nia's hand, which Nia offers without hesitation. "Promise."

All of a sudden, the tears come back, pressing against her eyelids as she squeezes her eyes shut. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry--"

"It's okay," Lena assures her. "I'm okay."

"You shouldn't have--"

"Been there in the alley? When that guy tried to mug me?" Lena asks pointedly. Clearly, she's already established her cover story. "You're right, I should have known better." She pitches her voice loud enough to carry to the door. "I'm just lucky Sentinel and Dreamer were there to help me."

They wait a moment to listen for a response, but when none comes, they devolve into a fit of giggles.

"Ow," Lena grimaces with a cough. "No laughing for a while."

Nia tightens her grip on Lena's hand. "I... Lena, I'm so sorry--"

"I'd do it again," Lena returns, softly this time. Her words are for Nia alone. "That's what friends do."

---

Alex turns out to be right. As soon as Lena is well enough to leave the hospital, she's taken to the precinct for interrogation, but between CatCo's articles stirring up enough local support that a crowd forms around the precinct to protest the arrest, and the kind of lawyers a Luthor can acquire even after abandoning the family legacy, Lena is released without charge in a matter of hours.

Nia stays at the Tower hoping to see her, but Lena doesn't come.

"She's guessed she's probably being watched," Alex tells her. "She'll being laying low for a while til the heat dies down. All the better, honestly. It'll give her time to heal."

Nia swallows thickly. "Where is she?"

"Home. Kara's with her, but I'm sure she'd love to see you."

Nia approaches Lena's condo without much of a plan. She's armed with snacks and movies, but she knows that having Kara there won't give Nia the time with Lena she needs. She misses Lena, all more the more since she realized how long it had been since they'd just been... friends. More than allies, more than teammates, just... friends.

It feels like Maeve all over again.

But she swallows her nerves and takes the elevator up. Kara opens the door just as Nia lifts her hand to knock.

"Hey," Kara says quietly. She steps aside to let Nia in, and though she can hear the tv from the next room, they linger in the foyer.

"Is everything okay?" Kara asks.

Nia nods. "Yeah. Um. I just--"

She doesn't have an explanation either. Nia stares at her feet, until Kara breaks the silence.

"Look, I have a favor to ask..."

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind staying with Lena for a few hours?"

When Nia looks up, she finds Kara scrubbing the back of her head with one hand, looking sheepish.

"Yeah," she continues, "I've been kind of... hovering? And I think it's getting on her nerves a little. So I figured I could get some stuff done at CatCo--"

"Yes," Nia blurts. "Yes, of course. I'll stay."

Kara grins. "Thanks. She's in the living room now, if you want to..."

"Right. Yeah, I've got this. Go."

Kara thanks her with another smile that makes her whole face shine. "Call if you need anything."

She slips out the door with a wink, and locks it behind her. Nia walks to the living room on wooden legs, and finds Lena laying on the couch against a pile of pillows, propping her up to take the pressure off her wounds.

She looks up when Nia enters, and though her eyes are tired, her features crease into a smile. "Hey..."

"Hey."

Lena struggles to sit up, prompting Nia to close the distance swiftly. "No, no, no, stay comfy."

Relenting with a sigh, Lena groans. "Not like I have much choice these days."

"It'll get better."

Silence follows. Nia stands awkwardly, hands gripping her bag of candy tightly until Lena regards it with curiosity.

"What's all this?"

Nia starts. "Oh. Uhm... I thought-- well, I was wondering..." She trails off, shoulders slumping. "It's been a while since we've had sister's night."

When Lena doesn't answer, Nia risks a glance up to find Lena blinking in astonishment, before her features soften to warmth. She smiles.

"Well, there's no time like the present."

Lena lifts her arms, making playful grabby motions with her hands.

"What'd you bring me?"

----

Hours later, Kara returns home to find Nia seated on the couch with Lena's legs across her lap. It's as close to cuddling as Lena can get, with her injuries, and the way Nia's hands are spread over Lena's shins tells Kara that the contacr was very much needed.

Lena sleeps peacefully, the tv low in the background. Nia looks up at Kara from the shadows, the light reflecting in the tear tracks painted on her cheeks. Without a word, Kara slips in next to Nia, working her way under Lena's ankles to wrap one arm around the younger girl's shoulders.

Nia hugs her back, shaking quietly with the effort to keep her crying silent.

"It's okay," Kara whispers. Nia nods against her. So long as they were all together, they could get through anything.

"We're going to be okay."

[quiltedgold]

study buddies - leorio p.

pairing: leorio paladiknight x f!reader

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut. 18+ pretty please

contains: smut, unprotected sex, switch!leorio, switch!reader, college-age, handjob, yada yada

notes: this has not been proofread so forgive any mistakes. my friend saw a tiktok art this concept and inspired me to write this. also the empty leorio smut tag made me sad, so. enjoy :p

As you approached the door of your apartment, you dug in your bag for your keys, and… Nothing. No metal against your fingertips or jangling sounds from the depths of the backpack.

Damn it. No way you forgot them in Leorio’s apartment. You two had been studying for so long, and you were positive you had gathered up all your things from the table before heading out…

After one last sweep of your backpack, you were positive. No keys.

Sighing, you turned to make the trek back across campus to Leorio’s place. It wasn’t too far, a fifteen minute walk, ten if you hurried. Hopefully he was still up.

Before long, you were back at the entrance to his apartment complex. Grabbing your phone, you dialed him up and waited as it rang, then went to voicemail. Ah, maybe he was in the shower? No matter, you had a spare key to his place in case of emergencies, and he for yours. He wouldn’t mind if you used it to grab what you needed and got out of there. Fishing it out of your bag, you unlocked the door and headed up to his floor.

Rapping twice on the door, you called out- “Hey, Leorio? It’s me, I forgot something…”

No reply.

Frowning, you slotted the key into the lock and eased the door open, hoping he wasn’t asleep.

Before you saw him, you heard him. Quick, ragged breaths, and the wet, unmistakable sound of… Oh, god.

He was splayed on the couch, his legs spread and his sweatpants loose around his thighs. His head was thrown back against the cushions, facing towards the door, and you. His face was twisted in pleasure, his teeth digging into his lower lip. His sunglasses were nowhere to be seen.

The sounds you heard were coming from his hand wrapped around his dick, rapidly fisting it into his palm. As you watched, his hips stuttered upwards once, and he threw his head back even further, letting out a whine, adam’s apple bobbing up his throat. He looked absolutely debauched.

Your brain battled with your desires, respect for your friend warring with the thoughts raging through your head.

Just when you thought you could work up the courage to leave, Leorio moaned your name in the most breathless, needy tone you’d ever heard from him, followed by a whiny, “Fuck, y/n, please-”

Your feet were immediately frozen to the floor, heart leaping into your throat. Your common sense told you to scram, to shut the door quietly and let him have his privacy and forget this ever happened, for both of your sakes’.

But the other part of you was louder. The part who knew that you’d been lusting after your friend for months, the part who’s encouraged the urge to crawl into his lap and kiss him breathless and more each time you hung out to study, but always been stifled… until now. That part of you made your brain kick into gear again.

You stepped quietly inside, shutting the door behind you, kicking off your shoes and placing your bag on the ground.

You padded over to the couch, face heating up with anticipation as you got closer.

“Leorio…” you whispered, and his eyes flew open, letting out a choked gasp. The hand around his dick halted its ministrations, and he scrambled to pull his sweatpants back up.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry, I, I thought you had left-”

“If you were so pent up, you could have asked for my help,” you hummed, gently pushing his hand away from his sweatpants. “What else is a study buddy for?”

Leorio gulped, desperately searching your eyes for confirmation that his actions weren’t wrong, that you meant what you were saying. His pupils were still blown with pleasure, sweat beaded across his forehead.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, ghosting the base of his dick.

“Need some help?” you asked, holding his gaze for affirmation.

“Yes, please, god, yes. I- I need you so bad, please,” he moaned, bucking his hips up into your featherlight touch.

Smiling, you retracted your hand and fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt instead. “I want you to show me how you were doing it,” you requested.

Gasping, he grabbed his cock again and began pumping it, screwing his eyes shut with pleasure and perhaps shame.

“Tell me what you think about when you do it,” you said, sliding a hand beneath his shirt.

“You, always you,” he moaned without hesitation. “Kissing you, eating you out, f-fucking you, nngh-” He cut himself off as your fingers circled his nipple.

“Keep going,” you teased.

“Oh, god. You, sucking my- my cock, under the table or in the shower, or- fuck!” He jolted as you gave his nipple a pinch. “Please, I want you to… I want-”

“Want me to jerk you off?” You offered.

“Yes,” he answered, gasping.

With a devilish grin, you slid onto the couch next to him and tucked yourself into his side, placing your hand atop his on his cock, entangling your fingers and leading the pace, purposefully slowing it down. You moved with long, slow strokes, squeezing lightly at the base and tracing your thumb against the tip. He was painfully hard, beads of precum oozing from the angry red tip, and his hips bucked up with every especially hard squeeze.

“Fuck,” he garbled. “Fuck, y/n, it’s so good, please, I need to… I need to c-come, please-”

“Go ahead, Leorio,” you purred. “Come for me.”

With a strangled moan, his hips jutted upwards one last time and cum spurted from his tip, painting both of your knuckles’ white. Each pulse of liquid sent a jolt up his cock, and you squeezed it lightly as he rode out the bulk of his orgasm.

As he wound down, panting, you lifted your hand from his dick and brought it to your mouth, making sure he watched as you lapped up his salty substance from each finger. His eyes, already lidded, darkened with desire.

Flitting your gaze down again to his length, you saw that, unbelievably, it was still hard.

“Y/n,” he rasped. “Let me fuck you. Please.”

It was all you could do to nod before he flipped you over, back pressed into the cushions and head against the arm of the couch. In the blink of an eye, he had your shirt and skirt off, leaving you in simply the matching set of lingerie you’d worn in the event that this was an outcome of tonight’s study session.

Leaning back on his heels, he raked his eyes across your figure, admiring each inch, squeezing the base of his cock again with the sight of you.

Struck with a wave of self-consciousness, you pressed your thighs together and turned your head into the armrest, face burning.

Leorio tsked, “Don’t get shy now, not after you just jerked me off on my own couch,” he growled, slotting his knee in between your thighs to force them apart. Running a finger along your covered slit, he stopped when he reached your heat, pressing lightly then bringing his finger up to examine.

“Oh, my god, you’re soaking,” he groaned, sucking his finger into his mouth to lap your juices clean. He leaned down to capture you in a kiss, hungrily sucking at your lower lip and dipping his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and something that normally would have disgusted you only served to turn you on further as your tongues pressed against each other. You kissed hungrily for several moments, until the heat burning down below became too much to bear.

“Please, fuck me,” you moaned into his ear, looping your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait any longer, please.”

Nodding, Leorio wasted no time, shoving your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance. Even the touch of his tip against your hole had both of you groaning, and he met your gaze and held it as he pushed his length all the way in. You wailed, wrapping your legs around his trim waist and trying everything to pull him closer, deeper.

His cock stretched your walls deliciously, filling you perfectly and making you wonder how you could have ever lived without this.

After his pelvis pressed flush against yours, his length as deep as humanly possible, he paused to give you time to adjust. Time held still, your breathing synched, his head dropped against your shoulder and pressing openmouthed kisses against your collarbone, light sideburns scratching gently against your jawline.

Then the moment was over, and he pulled out entirely, just the tip remaining. You almost cried at the loss, but he thrusted back into your heat before you could procure the sound.

The pace he set was breakneck, cock slamming into your tight hole, his moans echoing in your ear. What should have been too much only fanned the flames of your lust, throwing your head back with each thrust and crying his name and an assortment of obscenities.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Leorio groaned, breathless. “Ever since you came to my place in that short-ass skirt and kept uncrossing your legs in front of me, god-”

His hands gripped your waist for dear life as he fucked into you, the size of them deliciously large compared to your frame, his thumbs practically touching. Leorio’s fingers pressed shadows into the soft of your stomach, undoubtedly leaving marks by the end of the night; which you couldn’t find it in yourself to be unhappy about.

“Remember that?” He asked, rolling his hips in a way that made you squeal. “I was convinced you were doing it to- nngh- to tease me. By the end of the night I was this close to bending you over the table and taking you right there, shit.”

Catching his breath, he leaned down to hiss in your ear. “But I guess that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Little slut.”

Fuck. You wailed at that, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your fingers scrabbled for purchase against his back, likely leaving scratches against its tan expanse.

He groaned, speeding up the pace of his thrusts, cock insatiably hot and thick inside you. “Y/n, I’m close- want you to come with me, c’mon-”

Thankfully, the incessant slapping of his balls against your ass, pelvis rubbing against your clit, and his length reaching impossible centers within your cunt was sending you dangerously close to the edge.

“Please, Leorio, I need it, I need you, please-”

“Fuck, baby, I’m c-coming, where d’you- where do you want it-”

“Inside, inside-” you gasped without thinking, and he buried his cock inside you one last time, groaning as thick spurts of white painted your walls. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge, arching your back and sending your eyes rolling back into your skull as your orgasm racked your body, fireworks of pleasure radiating through each appendage. You gripped his damp hair for purchase as you rode out your climax, and he huffed against your throat, arm muscles rippling as their strength faded.

Both of you panted as you came down from your respective highs. Rolling off you, Leorio collapsed at your side, hands trailing over your heaving chest.

With a puff of laughter, you turned your head to meet his eyes, now droopy and satisfied as they gazed into yours.

You grinned softly. “I should forget my keys over here more often.”