#If I rip off your legs and rip out your eyes you'll have no choice but to listen to me.

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Marissa, victimized by an infection

I came up with the concept of an infected Marissa who could become a secret boss in the game

When you come to her for the first time, she behaves as usual and asks you to listen to her song. You sit down in your seat, listen, she thanks you, and you leave. However, if you don't convert her into essence right away, the next time you visit her, she changes her appearance a little, and again asks you to listen to her sing, a little more insistently. As a result, with each of your visits, the signs that she is infected will become more obvious, and she will ask you to stay more and more intrusive, until finally she wants you to listen to her forever, and then the boss fight will happen

I think the Radiance captured her mind with bright memories of her beloved city and its inhabitants, now stricken by the plague, of her bright concerts and former glory, and of close friends who disappeared, were infected or were preparing to fall asleep forever. Most likely, she died possessed by these visions, and her ghost, who remained on the stage, unaware of his death, was also possessed

[dyingswanpavlova]

"Your girl" - Part 3 | The Salesman x Reader

Summary: He tries to be nice for once to win you over, but is he being genuine? Or will it backfire? All the while your mind is playing confusing tricks on you.

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, mentions of rape, violence, mentions of murder, body issues, trauma talk, hinting at stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mentions of erection/arousal/masturbation, mentions of abuse earlier in life, not beta read, 18+!

"Your girl" - The Salesman x Reader Masterlist

"I do not intend to rape you, if that is what you think."

It was weird. The words were supposed to comfort you, right? Make you breathe easier. Instead you felt your chest tighten. Again.

Because he brought it up out of nowhere? Who could tell?

You sat on the couch, your arms wrapped around your legs like they usually were ever since you started participating in his mind games. It wasn't really like you had any other choice.

Your body, once young and healthy, albeit loaded with trauma to the brim, felt bruised and battered. It was a fight you were forced to fight every day and it felt like war. War against him, against yourself and life itself. Your face hurt horribly and it was all his fault. Or was it your own? God, you were confused.

"Don't get me wrong. I do intend to fuck you." His eyes crinkled in a smile. "Oh, I intend to fuck you again and again and again, until you feel like you're being ripped apart and you'll be begging me to stop."

There was it again, the cold sweat. Almost like an old friend you could count on.

Why didn't you have any real friends? You suddenly asked yourself. If only you had invested one of your Sundays into getting to meet at least one person. Maybe then someone would miss you now.

There was still your work. But you couldn't really tell if they'd get suspicious after you stopped coming or if maybe they simply accepted it. Your boss knew you had some issues. How you hated confrontration. He probably assumed you simply were gone for good.

Poor girl. Well, whatever, time is money. At least I get to keep her last paycheck.

But somehow you were sure that no one really missed you. No one waited for you at home. And no one cared that you still spent your days in the captivity of a psychopath. Or was it a sociopath? What was the damn difference again?

"Why don't you do it then?" You heard yourself ask.

One might think you would have learned your lesson not to talk back the day when he threw everything edible away and turned off the water supply. Or after he just beat the crap out of you.

But no, here you were, being smart with him. At least right now he didn't seem to mind. His fucked up smile was still in place.

"Because, my sweet, darling girl", he said slowly and crouched down before you, "because I want to fuck you when you're mine. I don't want scraps and pitiful silence. I'm not like the filth I threw on the train lines."

A violent shiver ran down your spine. It was the first time he mentioned the incident. For a few days you had almost asked yourself if that had really happened. And you had also asked yourself if your life so far had been a hallucination. Maybe you had always been his prisoner and maybe you had made up the role of your mother to keep yourself entertained and somehow deal with everything. They did have a lot in common.

"I want it willingly."

Odd. He didn't seem like the gentle type. Or the type who cared about consent.

"Don't mistake my words. I'm going to fuck you, no matter how you feel."

Ah.

"I don't give a shit if you feel sore, you have a headache, you've been crying or you're bleeding. I don't care if it is me who made you bleed." He leaned in so close that his warm, minty breath tickled your ear. "All the better."

For a moment, you were sure he was gonna bite your earlobe. A sound rumbled in his throat, almost like a groan and his lips were so close to your skin, you felt the wet warmth of that groan. But eventually, he pulled his head back and instead stared at you intensely.

"God, I want you."

The last two days had been weirder than usual. Instead of playing tricks on your mind and hitting you till blood trickled down your lip, he had been...considerate? It was hard to tell if that was the right word for it.

Many things were hard to tell nowadays.

It started with the dresses. He once came home - home, God help you - carrying countless bags which contained pretty and expensive dresses. All in your size and all to your liking.

Your style so far had been modest and humble, convenient mostly.

You knew that you could be pretty when you tried and wanted. Yet on most days you simply didn't care enough.

But when he came back with the dresses and left them in your room - and after you had spent enough hours sulking in the corner and being devastated about your loss of dignity when he forced you to drink water from a fucking bowl on the ground - Be a good girl and drink. I'd be really annoyed if you died of thirst. Yes, just like that. My good girl. - your curiosity finally got the better of you and you glanced into one of the bags.

Everything from silk to cashmere, with no ridiculous colors in sight. Everything was black, white, beige, cream, light rose or babyblue.

Then the lotus silk one in dark green.

It made you feel like a princess.

It felt like tiny kisses on your skin.

You couldn't help but try each and every one of them on.

And God, they felt good on you.

And eventually, you were forced to wear them. All you had was that one night dress. You had tried washing it in the sink and drying it on the radiator. But additionally to all the other bullshit he put you through, it was just too much. And so you put it on. The green one first.

The look on his face when you timidly left your room and tiptoed over to the living room had made you feel...

It made you feel...

You wanted to slap yourself until you came back to your senses, but no. It was enough when he did.

Desired. It made you feel desired.

It made you feel beautiful in a way you hadn't ever experienced before.

Sure, despite your questionable upbringing and your mother who constantly made sure you felt just below miserable, there had been men ogling you. Like the one who attacked you.

They'd stop what they were doing and glance you up and down, making sure you felt like a well-seasoned piece of meat.

Edible.

Fuckable.

But none of it was any comparison to him. The look in his eyes had been nothing short or fascination. The way his eyes gleamed and his lips parted in that soft exhale. His eyes didn't just linger on your breasts or ass. His sized you up entirely, like you were a porcelain doll to be cherished.

Of course you expected to hate the feeling.

But to your undying horror, you didn't.

You tried to think back to the many hits you'd taken from him, the humiliation and the countless tears.

And still, when he looked at you like that, you felt your cheeks grow warm and your insides tingle.

"Try them on for me." He had breathed.

You opened your mouth to protest, because that was what you usually did by now, you protested, but one look at him and it shut you up. Not because he was angry or because he had threatened you.

Because of that damn look.

You found yourself walking back to your room, your hands shaking and your heart racing. What were you doing here? Was this your life? Was this your punishment? Was he someone your mother had hired to punish you for escaping her?

You pushed all those thoughts aside and changed into the next dress. It was almost regal looking, a long white dress that hugged your body like a gentle embrace.

None of the dresses were cheap looking. They weren't even all too revealing. A little more than what you usually wore, yes, but all in all they were still kind of modest. But they highlighted your beauty in a way that made you feel exactly that.

Beautiful.

You took a shaky breath and made your way back to the living room. He had settled down on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand which he swirled around, lost in thought. The moment he heard you, he looked up from his glass and his eyes lit up in the same delight they had before, even more so.

He did something more now. He bit his lip.

He twirled his finger around, silently beckoning you to turn around, which you did. You turned around, almost timidly, feeling somewhat small under his assessing gaze. You still felt beautiful, but a part of you expected...

What?

That he laughed?

That he scoffed and recoiled in disgust?

Yes. Yes, that was exactly what a part of you felt he might do. Instead, he set his glass down and stood up, approaching you slowly and carefully, as though not to startle you.

You held your breath. He would hit you. You had done something wrong. You were wrong. You looked wrong. You didn't look the way he wanted you to.

He'd get rid of you.

By the time he reached you, you nearly suffocated. Your chest heaved rapidly under his scrutinizing gaze. When he lifted his hand and moved to touch your cheek, your eyes fluttered shut and you gasped.

But instead of hitting you, he...caressed you.

His touch was so gentle, more gentle than ever before. Like he was holding a delicate bird.

"Stand up straight." He breathed in your ear.

You swallowed thickly. And slowly obeyed. You fixed your posture slowly, pulling your shoulders back.

"Like that?" You whispered.

He nodded.

"Now your chin." He whispered back and gently placed a finger under your chin to lift it.

You let him guide you, feeling like his fingers left a trail of fire on their wake when he carefully ran them down the side of your neck.

"God, you're exquisite."

When you finally looked up at him, your eyes were wide and your breathing still far too quick. But his expression was calm. So calm. Almost gentle.

If he wasn't such a psychopath, he'd be really handsome, you realized. His eyes shone in a warm brown and his smile, albeit twisted, was beautiful. He was beautiful. Like a man made of marble who didn't mind getting messy.

When you realized what the hell you were thinking, you recoiled as if you’d been burned. His expression didn't waver, but he slowly pulled his hand back.

"Show me the next one." He murmured and sat back down.

You quickly made your way back and slumped down, your back pressed against the door.

What on earth was that? Were you now entirely out of your mind?

You didn't have many rules, but one of them went above all others.

Avoid him. Avoid him at all costs.

No unnecessary contact, because then you'd have less opportunities to make him angry. And maybe, just maybe, then you'd get out of the alive. You still had hope.

After a long moment of gathering your thoughts, you changed into the next dress. A soft beige cashmere dress, which hugged your curves sinfully.

You took a deep breath and made your way back. His gaze was fixed on the door and he looked at you with a subtle smirk.

"Look at that." He murmured.

You didn't know what he was referring to while you walked in there, a slight frown on your face.

"What?"

"Nothing. Turn around."

You turned around. It was easier this time. And it got easier with every dress. You changed, came in an twirled around. Changed, came in and twirled around. And at some point, his eyes started feeling almost natural on you. Like you were meant to wear those dresses for him on that particular day. It wasn't until the last dress, a beautiful, yet simple black dress, that you realized. Your stance had somewhat changed.

You stared at yourself in the mirror with a deep frown.

Was that you?

Who were you?

And how did you pull it off to show off these dresses looking almost...confident?

You made your way back, looking at him with an unreadable expression.

His face lit up at the sight and he took a sip of his drink.

"My favorite by far. That and the green one."

You stared at him speechlessly. What on earth were you supposed to do with that information?

He approached you slowly, with that predatory air on him as he slowly circled you, looking you up and down.

"Do you like the dresses?" He asked slowly.

"Yes." You whispered.

"Good." He smirked. "Then thank me."

You slowly, almost carefully, looked up at him. Did he expect...you to...

"Thank me." He whispered.

"Thank you for the dresses." You whispered back.

And just like that, he smiled in satisfaction.

"You're very welcome. They all look wonderful on you."

He sat back down and beckoned you to sit beside him, which you reluctantly did. You tried to keep your knees from bouncing up and down nervously and folded your hands in your lap.

"Who are you?"

You simply stared at him. Because you knew, every time you answered the question, even if you said the right words...Something bad happened. So, this time you stayed silent.

He took a slow breath and leaned closer.

"Who are you?"

"Please." You whispered. "Please, don't."

His expression immediately darkened and he took a tight hold of your chin.

"Answer the goddamn question."

"Your girl." You said quietly, but you were unable to meet his eyes as you did. "I'm your girl."

He hummed softly.

"Why?"

You blinked. "Why?"

He nodded. "Yes. Why?"

Suddenly your throat felt dry. You liked to think that you were actually pretty clever. But whenever you spoke to him, you felt like a complete idiot.

"Because I...I just am."

He raised a brow. "You just are?"

"I don't know what you want to hear."

His grip on your face loosened slightly and he shook his head.

"Do you despise me?" He suddenly asked. There was no emotion in his tone, just pure calculation.

You blinked again. You were almost sure you were going to die tonight. Too bad. The pretty dress would end up soaked in blood.

"I..."

"Because just a few minutes ago, you looked at me like you want me."

Suddenly you felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Actually, you had hoped he hadn't caught on that moment of weakness.

"That's not true." Somehow you managed to force a certain firmness in your voice.

He just smiled. "It's alright, sweet girl. You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth. I know you’re ashamed. That’s fine. But a part of you likes me."

"But it isn't true!"

He tsked. "Listen, why don't you calm down and then we'll-"

"I could never like you!" You called out before you could think about. "I could never want a twisted person like you. You know what? There's a reason why no one ever loved you and why no one ever will. You're simply evil and there's nothing good or loveable about you. Nothing at all."

It felt like one of those horrible moment in apocalypse movies, just a moment before a protagonist is going to die. You knew you had fucked up. You just couldn't tell how bad yet.

By the time you managed to carefully lift your gaze to meet his, you got struck by unease. You could practically follow the shift in his eyes. From teasing and playful to something darker, something dead. He didn't even need to drop the smile. His eyes spoke loud enough.

"I'm sorry." You whispered breathlessly.

You couldn't even tell why you had said that, why the statement that you found something likeable about him had triggered you so badly. You weren't normally this reckless. This suicidal.

"I'm sorry." You whispered again, when he didn't move. "I don't know what came over me. Please. Forgive me. Please, I..."

The coldness in his eyes made you shut up. The man who called you exquisite and asked you to twirl around like a ballerina was gone. And you immediately knew he wasn't going to forgive you.

But what was even worse was that for some reason you felt so terrible for what you had said. Usually, you were pretty kind to everyone and didn't just go around saying hurtful things. If your words reached and hurt him didn't matter. What mattered was that you said them.

Immediately tears stung your eyes and you forced your gaze away from his. God, he would kill you.

And this time you were certain.

So, you weren't truly surprised when he roughly forced your back onto the sofa and straddled you. But you were still scared shitless. Your breath hitched and suddenly, just like that, you couldn't breathe again and you were mute. Betrayed again.

He pinned your wrists above your head and pushed you down with a rough movement, grinding down his hips against yours and forcing your legs apart.

First he would take what he wanted and then he would kill you.

Despite you being mute and frozen, you were still crying. Your body was being shaken by sobs and it only ever seemed to make him angrier.

"It appears to me", he growled furiously, "that you forgot your place."

You quickly shook your head, desperate to make him understand just how much you regretted what you had said, but before you could even try to open your mouth, a firm slap made you cry out in pain.

"No, please-"

There was your voice. And there went another slap. The intensity of it made you cry out as your head lolled to the side.

"Where is your place?" He growled. But before you could respond, he hit you again, all the while you felt his hardness pressed against you, ready to ruin you.

He had never done that before.

Sure, he had hit you when you got something wrong in a game, but he had never straight up beaten you for speaking.

Or what was even worse, he hadn't forced himself on you.

You had sensed the hardness between his legs once before, after he had made you drink the water from a bowl on the floor. But he hadn't mentioned it, hadn't made you look there, let alone touch it. He had skillfully ignored it and probably taken care of it himself afterwards.

He hadn't tried to kiss you.

Hadn't tried to reach between your legs.

Hadn't let you feel him.

But now you felt it, hard and urgent, straining against his pants and then your dress.

You had never felt a man like this before.

What a weird thought to have in this kind of situation.

"Please." You finally managed to sob out. "Please, I swear to you, I'll never do it again. I'll make up for it, please let me make up for it."

By the time his hand shot out for the sixth slap, you felt yourself go dizzy. Your face burned like fire under his palm and everything around you slowly went blurry. Your sight as well as the way you tried to hold your eyes open. They slowly blinked shut.

"I'm sorry." You whispered exhaustedly.

"Don't you dare pass out on me right now." He hissed and tightly grasped your chin.

When, instead of answering, you murmured something inaudible, he sighed deeply.

"Fuck." He murmured. His touch on your face grew softer. Then he slowly tilted your chin up, examining your face.

"I marked your pretty face." He said in a bland tone. You didn't say anything back.

"But I had to remind you that you don't just get to say and do anything you want." He gritted out. He was obviously still furious.

You didn't understand why he sounded like he was trying to justify his actions or why he even cared if you passed out. You had actually expected him to go off on that.

As if on cue, he reached down and carefully adjusted his pants, letting out a soft sigh at the touch.

You felt him press against you for a moment longer. He was obviously fighting with himself. Despite everything, the friction caused a nervous twitch in your lower body. He seemed to notice it and checked your expression. Eventually he forced himself away from you. He got up and ran his hands through his hair.

"Take a nap and calm down. I'll be back in a while."

With quick steps he disappeared to his bedroom. For a short, reckless moment you caught yourself thinking; he'll be occupied fucking his hand for at least five minutes. If you go and find the keys he always carries around when he leaves...

But your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of him. It was barely audible. You were sure you weren't even supposed to hear it. But you did. A moan. He moaned.

You closed your eyes. Oh God.

He had managed it. He had messed up your brain even more than it already was. Instead of crying, because your face hurt like hell, you felt a certain warmth spread through you.

Honey, you cannot seriously-

Shut up, mother.

You heard him again and now you were sure. You felt yourself grow wet. Immediately, your face flared up in even more heat and your breath caught in your throat.

What on earth was wrong with you?

He had nearly killed you, nearly taken you, nearly-

"Ah, oh, fuck." He groaned.

Your brows furrowed and you took a shaky breath. You could almost see it in your mind. The way his hand slowly slid down his chest. It made your heart skip a beat.

Enough!

You jumped up and scurried back to the bathroom. You locked the door and paused before the mirror. The sight made you wince. He had indeed marked you up. His hand, angrily imprinted into your cheek. You gingerly reached out to touch it, but stopped short of your skin.

He had done this to you. Just as he had done so many other things to you.

You were trapped in these godforsaken halls.

All you had wanted to do was go home after a long day of work, read a book in silence and eat a warm meal. Instead you got trapped into this hell, where he slowly manipulated his way under the trauma that had been cursing through your body and mind for years.

He destroyed all the walls you had built up, all the aid you had taken to repair the little sanity that was left in you.

The little confidence. The little love. The little you.

Now it was all gone.

You felt a tear run down your cheek and you immediately wiped it away. The touch made you wince in pain, it was rather harsh. You couldn't help it. You were angry.

You were so, so angry.

Why was it that no one could ever be good to you?

Why did you always attract the attention of twisted people?

You didn't deserve that. You didn't want it. And God, you didn't ask for it.

You had been a sweet child. Innocent and curious as every child is. Until your mother, who knew nothing but hate by day and pain at night, turned you into a shell of a person. And when you finally, finally made it out of her chokehold and you thought you could now live your life in peace, happily ignoring everything wrong in your life, he came.

He came and destroyed your fragile peace.

With shaky hands you leaned down and splashed your face with cold water. You carefully dried it up and stood like that for a while, holding onto the sink tightly.

And you made a silent promise to yourself.

You would get out of here and get your peace back.

The night was quiet. He didn't try to approach you, punish you, torture you in any way. He simply let you sleep.

The second your face touched the pillow, you passed out.

The morning went on just as quiet. You took a quick bath, before you put on one of the horrible dresses. You didn't care which one, you just wanted this to get over with.

The rest of your life.

After you spent two hours pacing the room, you decided you needed to speak to him. Ask him nicely maybe. Or steal his gun and murder him. You didn't care anymore. You needed to get out.

With quick, determined steps you stormed out to the kitchen and were surprised to find it empty. The other rooms were empty as well. You even gathered all your courage and knocked on his bedroom door. When no answer came, you sighed and went back to the kitchen.

Maybe he had abandoned you. He had thrown away all the food and he would come back in a few days after you died of starvation. Yes, that sounded reasonable.

But to your great surprise, that wasn't the case. Instead, on the kitchen table stood a gracious amount of food. Everything from rice and beans, to spinach and even…lemon cake.

You frowned as you thought back to the second day with him.

"What does always manage to cheer you up?"

"Mostly books." You had whispered, after he had just finished nearly choking you to oblivion, because you had answered another question to his displeasure. "But when things are remarkably bad, then lemon cake."

You stared at the cake as if it was poisonous. Which it probably was. You took a step closer and then you saw the note.

Sorry.

That was it. Just sorry. Sorry?

Your eyes widened as you stared down at it.

What was this?

Did he actually apologize?

You didn't care that it was written on a post-it. The word on the post-it was Sorry.

You had to sit down, because you felt like your knees were about to give in.

After a long moment of simply staring down at it, you reached out and took a bite of the lemon cake.

It was fruity and sweet and everything good in the world.

You took another bite and choked back your sobs.

After he came home, he didn't say anything for a long while and so didn't you. Just a quick glance of acknowledgement.

He didn't comment on how you sat there, reading. Of course you expected him to beat you down with the book. But he didn't. Instead he averted his gaze and disappeared into his room.

And he didn't say anything for the rest of the day either, until suddenly he declared that he didn't intend to rape you and so the conversation dragged on.

You felt especially snarky today, after yesterday he got so angry and took it out on you. After he awkwardly vanished and you heard him. After you remembered that you didn't deserve to be treated like shit, right after you had felt incredibly aroused, because you heard him touch himself.

"God, I want you." He breathed in your ear. And then you did the unthinkable. You pushed him back. The movement was gentle. But you pushed him back.

He growled deep in his throat and seconds later the vase from the coffee table crushed against the wall in a loud scatter. At least it wasn’t you who flew into the wall.

You would have winced from the sound. But it was so sudden and somehow almost funny. But you knew better than to smirk.

"Who are you?" He hissed.

You stayed silent.

He took a long, slow breath. Then he reached out and touched your cheek, his fingers digging into your bruised skin, making you flinch. He raised his hand like he was going to slap you again. You wanted to cower in fear, but you forced yourself to keep looking at him, your eyes wide.

He kept staring down at you and slowly lowered his hand back down.

"You're still beautiful." He said quietly.

You didn't expect him to say that or the way his fingers gently trailed down your cheek. You inhaled sharply and slowly closed your eyes. It was like trusting a bear to guard your life, when it was covered in honey.

"Are you going to hit me again?" You whispered.

After a beat, he quietly said: "No."

His mood swings were terrifying, but you knew there were far scarier things about him.

Like the way his eyes darkened whenever he got really angry. Which was often the case.

Or the way he hummed whenever you did something wrong.

Or the way he made you weak and scary enough, not entirely in a bad way. You were certain he had manipulated you into thinking this. Into, somehow, caring. This was the worst that could happen to you. The absolute worst.

He sighed. "Sweet girl, are you..."

You needed to get the hell out of here. And quickly. So, maybe, maybe, if you just played along…

Maybe then you would get out alive. All you had to do was play along. All you had to be was…

“I’m your girl.”

[woso-dreamzzz]

End of the World VII

Ruesha Littlejohn x Child!Reader

Summary: You spend the day with Ma

After the trip to the zoo in Australia, you find yourself going to the zoo regularly.

Most of the time, it's London Zoo but today Ma has driven you out for nearly two hours to Whipsnade Zoo because they have red pandas and those are your favourite.

Her teammates are coming too but that's okay because you know Ma will keep you safe.

It's meant to be Mammy's week, you think as Ma keeps you in the car while she tries to unfold the pram. But seeing Mammy on Monday gave you a weird icky feeling in your tummy.

She's been in Ibiza through the week, partying and having fun in a different country. It had been weird seeing her again.

She was still the same Mammy. She looked the same. She smelt the same. She acted the same but, still, you got a bit of a weird feeling looking at her and you didn't settle in easily your first night with her and cried and cried and cried for Ma so they've swapped around the schedule to give Ma this week.

Next week, you'll try again with Mammy.

But, this week, you're with Rue and she lifts you into your pram with one of your felt dolls.

"You feel okay?" She runs a hand over your cheek and you giggle a little at the ticklish feeling.

"Yes, Ma."

"And promise me you'll tell me if you need the toilet?"

Your head bobs. "I will."

A kiss is pressed to the top of your head. "You're a good girl."

You giggle, kicking your legs out a little.

Most of Ma's teammates are already inside so Ma buys tickets quickly and goes in.

You let Rue push you around for most of the day but emerge from the pram to stand between her and Georgia and look at the red pandas.

They're very pretty and they're your favourite animal.

You've got a few of them as little figures for your Barbie zoo set but nothing beats seeing them in rea life.

They clamber all over their enclosure and Ma lifts you up onto her hip so you can see me clearly.

It's easy for Rue to hold you up while also digging around her bag for a snack, ripping open the packaging of the chocolate bar and taking a bite.

She offers you the next bite and you chew mindlessly as you stare as one of the animals misjudges a jump and goes tumbling down the ramp.

You giggle as the second red panda jumps onto the first.

"They're silly, Ma," You say and Rue beams at you.

"Silly? Are they?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you want to move on yet?"

You glance back at the funny red pandas and your jumper cuff somehow makes its way into your mouth.

It's a bad habit but it's never been Rue's first choice of habits to break you out of. Your bed wetting issue is much more pressing than chewing your cuffs.

Chewing your cuffs is probably the bottom of the ladder, under getting you to get rid of those creepy porcelain dolls your grandma gave you and getting you to speak without mumbling.

"We can stay a bit longer here, if you want," Rue says and you nod.

Most of her teammates go off to do their own things but Georgia stays to keep you both company as Rue walks around the fence of the red panda enclosure with you secure in her arms.

"Ma," You say suddenly when you finally allow yourself to be taken to the other animals.

Rue doesn't hear you, pushing your pram and talking to Georgia next to her.

"Ma."

The pram keeps moving and you wiggle a little in your seat, tears already welling in your eyes.

"Ma!"

You don't have a loud voice even when you shout but Rue's in tune to your noises most of the time and she definitely hears you now.

"What's up, Kiddo? What's going on?"

You whine. kicking your legs out. "Potty, Ma. I need the potty."

"Can you-?"

Georgia nods as Rue unclips you quickly. "I can stay with the pram."

Even though you've told Rue that you need the toilet, she knows you've left it to the last minute like always.

You've probably needed it for a little while now, hoping that the feeling would go away so Rue hightails it to the toilets.

She sets you up on the sink once you're done and helps you with your hands.

"Do you want to have lunch here?" She asks, scrubbing your hands," Or we can go home?"

You'd been at the zoo since it opened and Rue can see how easily your eyes are growing heavy.

"Mmm."

Your cuff is straight back at your mouth and Rue gently pulls it down so she can hear your mumbles properly.

"I know," She says," It's already been a long day. Naps at home sounds great, huh?"

You head bobs up and down in a nod as you're hoisted back up onto Rue's hip again and taken over to where Georgia's waiting.

"Red panda!" You gasp and Rue's eyes go wide.

"You didn't."

"I so did," Georgia replies with a grin, holding up the massive red panda toy she must have gotten from the gift shop...or stolen, Rue was never quite sure with Georgia.

"You couldn't have gotten her a doll?" Rue pretends to scold as you're strapped into your pram with the toy.

"Well, now that you've mentioned it. There was this amazing porcelain one that-"

"Never mind."

[tinylilacbun]

I know Halloween already passed but imagine looking for Halloween costumes with CG Rafe and Sofia. I feel like little!reader would pick a super cute costume(I imagine she goes as a bunny, and suggests a magician and assistance for Rafe and Sofia so they match) and rafe begrudgingly doing it for little!reader and Sofia lighting hitting him in the chest when he makes a face.

(Sorry if this is incoherent, my ears are stilling ringing from dance class😬)

Your fingers skim through the different costume options of the store, not having found the right one yet. Rafe and Sofia are following right behind you, hand in hand while keeping an eye on you so you won't get lost like the last time you guys went to the mall.

Rafe decided to throw a Halloween party at his house this year, with costumes, decoration, and all that. So you just have to wear the perfect outfit for that occasion.

Frustration starts to creep up as you're still searching until your eyes catch the sight of a white full body bunny onesie, quickly grabbing it off the hanger and holding it up for your caregivers to see. "This one!"

Sofia smiles softly, checking if it's your size and nods. "Good choice, sweetie. You'll be the cutest bunny at the party."

Rafe nods as well, looking down at his watch. "A'ight, we gotta go now...before someone gets cranky when she doesn't get her nap." He mutters the last part to Sofia.

"But Rafey! We gotta find you both costumes to match mine!" You pout at him.

"I'll stick to my ghostface mask." He responds quickly, sighing when your frown deepens, trying to find a reasonable excuse. "And- look, they sadly don't have any more matching ones in my size."

Sofia's heart breaks at the disappointment on your face as you sadly nod your head. "What Rafe's trying to say is we gotta see if we can order something online instead." She says, ignoring Rafe sending her a look.

The way your face instantly lights up has him groaning quietly. "Right. That's exactly what I meant."

And that's how Rafe finds himself standing in front of a mirror, adjusting the bow tie of his magician attire, a scowl on his face.

"You better wipe that look off your face when she comes out of the bathroom." Sofia warns him, pulling up the black tights up her legs, in the process of getting in her own costume as Rafe's assistant.

"This is ridiculous, I'm never gonna hear the end of this from Topper and Kelce." He mutters, grabbing the hat and putting it on his head.

"Just remember who you're doing this for." She responds, going to stand in front of him, fumbling a little with his collar with a small smirk on her face. "You know she loves Halloween 'cause she can dress up as whatever she wants without people giving her weird looks."

Rafe sighs before eyeing her up and down, a smirk forming on his face. "I gotta say, you look hot in that. Can't wait to rip this off you later." He says, reaching up to grab her tie, pulling her into a kiss.

Just as their make out session could escalate, the sound of the bathroom door opening has them pulling away from each to look at you.

You stand there with a big smile on your face, dressed in your bunny onesie and the hood already on your head, a little messily drawn whiskers and button nose painted on your face.

Rafe, for the first time since putting on his costume, smiles at the sight of you so happy and excited for the coming evening. "There's our beautiful bunny. Better be good tonight or I'll have to make you disappear." He teases, waving the plastic wand before your face.

Sofia hits his chest at the comment but you just giggle, rushing over to hug them both and they quickly return your hug, each of them kissing your cheeks at the same time.

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[anglbby444]

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader smut.

Warnings; none, vanilla sex <3

After bidding your maid farewell for the night with a kiss on the cheek, you nestle yourself into the soft comforters of the bed, which is surrounded by a room that is beautifully decorated thanks to your family’s maids, you feel a familiar crater form next to you. With a grin, you turn over and look into the eyes of your husband, Anthony Bridgerton. “Hello dearest.” He says after placing a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder, you humming contently in response. “Did you have dinner yet, my love?” He questions between more kisses to your shoulder as he leans over your figure. You murmured out an “mhm” as you take in and attempt to memorize the feel of his lips on your skin. “Mm, good good, so did I…although I must admit, you look rather delectable tonight, for a lack of a better choice of words.” He mumbles against your skin, drawing a playful scoff from you. “Anthony! How scandalous..” A smile finds its way onto your face as you sit up and turn around to face your husband, connecting your lips with his.

His hands begin to wander, fingers tracing every inch of skin he can find. Starting from your shoulder, his nimble fingers leave a trail of goosebumps down your arms, chest, breasts, and tummy as his teeth gently latch on to your earlobe. Although most of the skin he’s touching is covered by a soft pink silk nightdress, that doesn’t stop the goosebumps his touch creates on the soft flesh. A moan threatens to escape from your throat as his fingers begin to move lower and lower, eventually hovering above your mound as you feel him chuckle against your skin. You can feel his smirk grow as his fingers find their way into your panties. “A-Anthony!” You cry out.

It is no secret that Anthony Bridgerton likes to make you beg for him to fuck you. No matter if he knows exactly how you want him to fuck you, take you how he pleases. However, as you'll soon find out, that dosen't stop him from wanting to hear it from your pretty litle mouth. "Is your pretty little pussy wet for me? Hm?" Anthonys voice is a devilish one at that, his hot breath tickling the outer shell of your ear. He continues to kiss down towards your neck, lips suctioning a soft portion of skin as he chuckles when he feels you try to buck your hips up. In true mean Anthony fashion, he firmly grips your hips and pushes them down with a growl. "I take that as a yes.."

You let out a sharp breath as his fingers curl into your skin, ever so slightly gliding against your cunt. As Anthony felt the pool of dampness on your heat, he groaned and let out a laugh. "I guess I was right, wasn't I?" He drawls, softly twirling his middle finger around your sensitive bud. You attempted to come up with some sort of sassy remark, but find yourself failing to collect your words. Instead, you let out an almost pathetic sounding whimper. "Anthonyyy...." You call out his name, running your fingers through his hair as you try to buck your hips up once more. This time, he dosen't dissapoint. His forehead presses against you as he shakes his head in playful disbelief. "Say my name like that again and I might just break.." And you took that as a challenge.

"Oh Anthonyyy..." You mewl out his name again, giggling softly as you see him tilt his head and give you a deviant smile. To your surprise, he rips the blanket off of you, exposing your body to him. Although you still have your nightdress on, you can't help but get a bit flustered whenever he sees you so vulnerable. "Well...I think its time to get this pesky dress off of you..." You nod in response and begin to climb out of bed and slowly lift up the dress covering your legs. You know he wanted you to put on a little show. And that you did. Your hair falls down over your shoulders as you let the sleeves of the silk dress slip down your arms. The cold chill that washed over you was a familiar feeling to your already hard nipples. Anthony licked his lips as you fully step out of the nightgown and sashay over to him with a cheeky grin on your face. You crawl onto the bed and look at him with pleading eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. "How do you want me, darling?" His voice became soft, the voice he knows make you feel the safest. Even when hes going to fuck your brains out, as he usually does at least five times a week. "I want you inside me, Anthony.."

Fuck, he CANNOT say no to that. "Guess its a good thing you aren't wearing any panties tonight...Seems like you already knew you wanted my cock tonight." You nod at him with a crooked smile. To your pleasant surprise, he firmly gripped your legs and pulled you closer to him. He let out a chuckle as he placed one of your legs onto his shoulders, spitting on his hand and stroking his already hard cock. Your chest heaves, biting your lip as you look up at him with an already cockdrunk gaze. He leans down and places a passionate kiss to your lips. The two of you exchanged a knowing look, giving him the ok to slip his hard cock into you.

He grabbed onto one of your legs as he gave you a few gentle thrusts, letting you get used to the preassure his cock created inside her. God, you felt like you were in heaven every time he fucked you. He rolled his hips, his tip hitting you in just the right spot. The sensation made your eyes roll back. That sight and your high pitched moans told him all he needed to know. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoded through the room as he started to speed up his movements, his hands finding their way up to your breasts. His large, gruff hands squeezed the pink and plump flesh.

{You’re pretty sure you came four times that night,,,}

[deonsx]

If They Seduce You On Your Anniversary

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai

Content: Nsfw, Smut

Dazai Osamu

You were walking home tired. Today was your anniversary and you bought a gift for Dazai. Hoping that he would like it, you tried to go home before him, but when you opened the door, you saw candles lighting up every part of the house. "So, someone came before me," you curled your lips and smiled

Following the candles, you looked at the roses on your bed under the yellow light burning in your bedroom. You narrowed your eyes happily, looking at the empty room. Suddenly, you were pulled back from your waist by the hand coming from behind you, and the smell of your lover's perfume filled your nose, he laid his head on your neck and hugged you tightly from behind

"Finally you are here my beautiful bella" he gave you kisses from behind and took your hand and turned you towards him you could finally see osamu's face those two brown irises shining like gold looking at you with love, "I'm lucky to have you osamu dazai" this made your boyfriend's grin increase and made you look at him allowed him to embrace

He took you in his arms and laid you on the bed, you started to undress accompanied by the scent of roses, you did not forget to leave bites on your skin, he pulled you into a deep kiss and the brunette slid his own hands on you, caressing your beautiful body and skin. He got on top of you and slowly ripped your underwear off your skin “Time for some pleasure my love” you heard him giggle and that made you even more eager for him

He teased you before shoving his cock inside you, which angered you enough "Osamu Please..!" You called out to him with a slight nod of your head "I'll give you the pleasure easily this time darling" he licked his lips as he slowly entered you, back and forth quickly the sounds of skin filling the room your breathing sounds changed to his rhythm "Oh my god! you look so beautiful" he mockingly said what he had. exalted "I will fuck you until the morning my love"

Chuuya Nakahara

Today was your anniversary and you had completely forgotten about it. The thing that made you remember was that your boyfriend was approaching you with his house decorated with candles. You cursed yourself thousands of times and wanted to get angry, but your boyfriend didn't seem angry about this situation. "Hmm, you seem to have forgotten the situation... then" he paused. and licked his lips with his tongue

"You have to give me a nice show, my love" you didn't expect a horny person to come out of that romantic man, you were stunned for a moment, your boyfriend extended his hand to you and left you no choice but to hold him, he dragged you with your steps to the room and made sure to close the door hard behind you, while you gently pushed him onto the bed, he was out of it. He seemed very happy that you forgot this anniversary

"I need to sweeten my mouth after a long day at work" with this sentence you blushed from ear to ear and rubbed your legs together. You slowly tugged on the slightly tight work dress you were wearing while looking away. "Please don't tell me you're embarrassed...I know what you're thinking." He couldn't help but stare. He quickly laid you down on the bed. He got on top of you and opened your clothes slightly

"Nice perfume, but today the place I will leave bites is different." He spoke to you lustfully while pulling up your skirt, his hand moved towards your underwear and that's when he paused, "Wet already?" this made him giggle and he buried his head between your legs "stay still beautiful or you'll make me eat you out until morning"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

At the end of the night, you bought a special dress for your anniversary night and you got ready with it and headed home. When you opened the door of the house, everything was dark, that means your boyfriend Fyodor had not arrived yet. "Did he forget...?" While you were thinking to yourself, footsteps came from inside and as the moonlight hit the living room, his purple eyes matched the dress you were wearing

“Моя прекрасная леди, вы наконец оказали мне честь” (My beautiful lady, you have finally honored me) He loved talking to you in Russian, even though you didn't speak Russian, you could understand what he was saying from his face. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled down the strap of your beautiful dress. "Impatient," you said while hissing at him

He quickly grabbed you by your legs, picked you up in his arms and quickly carried you to the bedroom. Normally it is impossible to see him like this. On the contrary, he is very patient and serious. "I need to open my New Year's present?" you glared at him as he laid you down on the bed "I haven't given you your gift yet" a confident grin appeared on his face "you're wrong..he's standing right in front of me”

He quickly opened the zipper of your dress and revealed your beautiful skin. He left bites on your beautiful neck that you are sure will not leave a mark tomorrow morning. "Fedya, I see you are very excited tonight." You made fun of him, but he did not speak. His hand wrapped around your neck slowly and hard, and while doing this, he continued to leave bites on your body. "Oh, you are already wet…I didn't know you had a masochistic side, dear”

Nikolai Gogol

It was a night you had been planning for a long time... your anniversary night, you were so excited to surprise him. It was hard for you to do it because you had to do it secretly from your boyfriend. You prepared a nice hotel night and now you were on your way. You checked into the hotel and quickly took the room card and held it to the door to prepare the room. The door opened, but with the smell of perfume from inside

You couldn't believe your eyes when you entered the room. "Nikolai!? What are you doing here?" Nikolai shook his head. "You are very bad at hiding things from me, my dear." You felt demoralized. He had rejected this beautiful feast that you had been arranging for him for months. "These were supposed to be surprises, Nikolai." He understood your seriousness when you said your name. "I've been trying for you for a long time, but you're ruining it all." You thought about leaving the room for a moment, but his colorful eyes had already poisoned you with his magic

He narrowed his eyes and examined your facial expression, then he took a deep breath and stood up, "I know, darling, I know you did all of this for me." You were very angry with him and you were about to cry because the plan you had been making for months was ruined. Your boyfriend looked at you as if he was taking pleasure in your filled eyes and then he caressed the area under your eyes with his hand, "I'm sorry." "Honey, I will make you forgive me." He slowly leaned you against the wall and covered your eyes with gentle kisses, then he held you in his arms and gave you bites. "What do you want, dear, what can I give you?" You listened carefully to this question he asked and whispered in his ear, "Maybe this time you should be the one on the bottom, my love”

Enjoy!

Thanks for your request @perfectlyjollyland

[all-the-gory-details]

Vampire Whumpee Part 4

P1 P2 P3 P5

TW: Blood, pain, torture, unconsciousness, dehumanization, captivity

The world spun as Cassian awoke, light and color blending as their eyes streamed.

Crying. They were crying. Why were they crying?

Then, the pain hit.

Somewhere above their head, there was red-hot agony. It took a few moments to figure out which body part that was screaming, and there was little to do once they did. Their wrists were still nailed to a tree, after all.

Their few moments of blessed oblivion had torn two gashes down their wrists, deep and wide, stopping only when the nail reached the intersection of their bones. The flesh was torn roughly, blood pouring from the gaping wounds, and Cassian could not breathe-

Their ankle had pain still, but it was drowned out for a few moments. As soon as the vampire managed to force air into their lungs, they screamed, as long and as loud as they could. Then, they gasped again and screamed once more.

Their tear filled eyes were all-but useless, vision blurred to the point where shapes bled as freely as their wrists, and so they did not notice the head Hunter coming towards them, hammer in hand. They did notice when he gripped their arms, holding them still against the tree as he worked the nail free.

Hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt

Suddenly, they were laying in a heap of bloody, trembling limbs on the forest floor, pine needles poking into their arms and cheek.

They had passed out. The nail had- oh fuck- ripped through their wrists - oh god

They sobbed into the floor, mind reeling as their body began to process the pain and, finally, blessedly started healing itself.

Slowly, slowly, the pain started to recede. Cassian didn't dare to move, didn't want to risk jostling something and starting the agony anew.

The choice was made for them soon enough, however, with a hand in their hair, pulling them upright and pushing their back to the bloody tree.

The Hunter had no sympathy in his eyes as he grabbed the vampire's wrists and examined the healing wounds. He nodded once in satisfaction.

"You heal fast, bloodsucker," he said simply, dropping their arms. "Some of the others take hours to knit themselves back together. You'll be more fun to play with, I reckon. Don't have to be as careful."

Cassian's stomach turned. They said nothing.

"What's your name, leech?" The Hunter demanded, giving their still-tender ankle a nudge.

They winced, pushing back into the tree. No escape. "Cassian."

He smiled. Nodded. "We're heading out at nightfall, Cass. I'd get some sleep if I was you. Won't be any time for rest once we start moving."

They nodded at the Hunter's words, pulling their legs close to themself. "W-what do you want with me?" They whimpered, barely loud enough to hear.

The Hunter shrugged. "Don't want to ruin the surprise, now do I? You'll find out soon enough, leech." With one last smug smile, he walked off, leaving Cassian to cry and bleed and heal on the forest floor.

Leaving them alone.

Leaving them unrestrained.

Cassian's eyes flew open, double checking what they already knew. No chains, no ropes...

A chance. They had a chance.

They swallowed hard, leaning against the tree and closing their eyes. Their focus now was on their wounds, particularly their ankle.

They just had to wait for it to heal, only a bit longer, and then they could run far, far away from these people, from this pain.

They would make it. They had to.

@will-o-the-wips @whumpsday @valravnthefrenchie @paperprinxe @unicornbeck

Next part

@hunterjumperhoe @scoundrelwithboba

[may3505w]

(this is long and I was very horny so a lot of spelling mistakes and it's not very good i think? Idk, enjoy)

I want a guy in my life, wherever it's my work or school or something other class I take, to have a crush on me and rape me because he just can't hold back.

I want him to think nothing much about me when he saw me at first but the day I woke tighter clothing and he could see my body, he knew he needed me. He's more of a loner and isn't very attractive, and I just seem quiet and pretty smart so he knows I won't talk to him, so he just watches my body me from afar, looking at my pretty tits bouncing pretty smile, at my cute ass cute way I brush my hair from my face... He knows he wants me.

He started to observe me more. What I do, who I talk to, what way I take home... So when whatever activity we did together ended, he knew what to do. Cornering me somewhere dark and secluded enough so no one could hear and ripping my clothes off violently and eagerly. He just couldn't wait, he knows he won't have a lot of chances to see someone as cute and pretty as me like that, and he did hear I'm a virgin...

He'd feel my body up as the tore clothes fall onto the ground, kissing me to try to muffle my sounds and moving to sucking on my nipples when he's such there's truly no one around. I struggle and try to push him away. He's sucking too hard and it hurts, his teeth graze and nibble on my pretty puffy nipple as he moves his hands to my torso, holding my back directly behind where my breasts are to pull me closer for a better position to suck harder. He's enjoying this, how much it hurts... how good it hurts.

I start to get used to the pain, tears covering my face at the pain but also from the fear I felt as I feel him sliding one of his hands under my panties. No preparation no anything, he pushed 3 fingers in and starting fucking me with them violently. I got wet from him teasing my nipples so they managed to get in, but the sudden penetration and his huge fingers fucking me so hard and deep...

He took my pants off, sliding one of my legs above his shoulder and slapping my pussy for getting so soaked so fast.

"oh fuck, you're really a whore aren't you? Just need to be dicked down hm?"

He started taking his pants off making my eyes shoot open. I tried to push him off unsuccessfully and hit his chest with my hands as he ignored my protests, only focusing on my body and how he can use it for himself.

"that's fucking pathetic you know? You're smart! Or at least you make people think you are. But in the end of the day, you'll always be a girl. Look at these tits... Fuck, these perfect fucking tits. You're a hole. A very pretty hole, but that's what you are and what you'll be for everyone. For the rest of your life."

He mumbled as he stroked his cock, giving it last few strokes before lining it up with my entrance and looking at me in the eyes, his voice clear and stern.

"such a shame. If only your mind was given to a man. You're too pretty to think though, every men will tell you that. You should be a trophy your man could show around, a pretty little toy that he gets to dick down and show off. It doesn't matter if you want something else, with a body like that, you don't have a choice."

And with that, he pushed in. Surprisingly he was a bit slow at first, watching me panic as he pushes further and deeper in me. He was huge and I was tiny and a virgin and he held my against the wall which didn't make it easier. After a minute of letting me barely adjust though... He started letting out his frustration.

"such a pretty thing, a thing, that's what you are. Come on, let me see those tits, that's all I want from you"

He moved me a bit to lean on the wall as both of my legs leaned on his shoulder, and pushed every inch of his thick, meaty cock back in with one go. Kissing my neck and pounding me as hard and as fast as he possibly can and getting off to my cries of pain at his length.

He fucked me rough and hard, his hands traveling all around my body, touching me like I'm his toy, his flashlight or his doll to play with as if this was what I was made for. I could feel everything so intensely, his cock splitting me in half and hitting me in all the right places, his lips on my nipples making me whimper again, his hands holding me close to him so he could fill me up as deep as he could, his cock twitching inside me... Every sensation was so overwhelmingly strong and as much as I didn't want to admit it I got closer to cumming with every thrust.

He noticed.

A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he felt me tightening around him. He started to go faster.

"don't worry dolly, I'm close too. If we'll come together the chances of you getting pregnant will go up, so I promise I'll do my best to rape that orgasm out of you hm?"

It felt too good to fight it, and the mention of his breeding me and cumming inside... It didn't take long till we both came. He grabbed my hips with one hand and slammed into me aggressively, filling me up completely and reaching as deep as he could while he help my belly softly with the other, pressing slightly to feel his cum pumping inside before finally feeling me cumming around him, giving him the cue he needed. He came hard, shooting long ropes of thick fertile cum into my unprotected womb.

I let a sigh. I started recovering from the orgasm, and as stressful as this situation is, he finally came. I could go home and deal with it, I just need to- he broke my line of thought with another chuckle.

"you're cute. You didn't- fuck... You thought we were done, weren't you? Aww, that's cute. Shhh shhh shhh... It's okay it's okay, just let me fuck my cum back inside you and... That's it, shut the fuck up, good girl. God you're cute like this."

After raping and breeding me dumb for hours, I couldn't even talk or walk right. When he was finally done, there was only one last thing to be done. Putting my underwear back on to keep all the cum inside, and snapping a picture.

"aw you're pathetic... You didn't think that was the last time didn't you? Oh no, I'm gonna use you regularly. And if you have anything to say about that... Just remember who has a picture of you filled to the brim with cum while laying naked on some random sidewalk. Now... Yeah, I think I'll leave you like this. Maybe some strangers will see you and use you, gotta warm you up for me for when I use you tomorrow"

[eldritch-spouse]

Looking down from the tree you see the undead trying to reach you. His eyes look at you through his gaping maw “Get away from me!” you take off your shoe and throw it hard at his face.

If he wasn't barking with laughter before, he is now.

Xiko sinks his claws into the bark of your misguided safe haven and discards his own shoe wear, intending to rake his way after you.

" The nerve! " You can see the pupil shrink in his obscured eye. " The audacity- "

You can't mask the terror that spreads through your whole body as he manages to easily start ascending.

" To drag me out of Greed, out of Hell, into these forsaken muck villages, these fields of nothing- "

The language he's using is strange, but you're too preoccupied trying to find a new escape route, hearing undead hands rip and pierce back into the tree, tearing it apart, with no regard for the safety of his own form when wood splinters into his skin and it chafes, burning, yet never bleeding.

" You idiot! " He laughs again, huge maw deforming in his manic amusement. " You fucking moron- Haven't I told you before?! "

There's no real escape. You thought about how to get up, not down. A fall this great will make you break something, likely your ankles, and if you can't run away after, then you might as well save yourself the skeletal damage. No water, nothing to monkey branch to, sliding down would take too long-

Great horns snag and snap branches away, one long arm reaching to grip you desperately as he tries to steady himself.

" Nobody steals anything from me! "

Through the struggling and squirming, in your desperate attempts to lean out of his grasp in the limited space you have available, you make the mistake of kicking your leg out far enough that Xiko could grasp it, and he does. Like a starved predator whose yet to have a meal in days, that eye continues to burn into you like embers and he salivates, grip compressing your flesh.

" I'll always know where you are... I'll always come get you- I have no fucking choice! "

He yanks, hard, and you shriek. Not because of the closure, but because he's on a separate branch, and you're losing support.

" Get it through your head already. " Xiko tilts his gaze. " You'll be mine until the day I can't piece you back together anymore. "

With another pull, everything shrinks, you can't even scream before there's a crunch, and everything goes black.

[kinda-cute-kinda-insane]

Give Time a Chance.

Yoru x gn!reader

Warning : blood(Reader radianite abilities need blood), ooc maybe, I just need him man. No pronouns used I believe, tell me if there’s more warning I should add. Is biting one’s neck should be counted as a sexual activity???

Fic is inspired by Indonesian song

Yoru, you knew of him, not enough yet but you do, of course you do, even your heart whisper his name softly, for you to have him.

And because you know him, you understand how he is. Arrogant, and very closed off to almost everyone, even then you wouldn't stop, even if he gave you unpleasant look, you must have him, because a life without love feels like a night without a stars, empty and lonesome.

You still smiled anyway even as he rolled his eyes at you as you offer him a hot chocolate after his mission at icebox, the warmth of the beverages should have made him feel better.

"Seriously? what do you take me for a kid?" He scoffed at you, looking down at the cup on your hand. "If you want to be a bitch about it just give it to me," Jett rolled her eyes and gently took the cup from you. "Thanks Y/n," She smiled before leaving you both in the kitchen, you only nod at her.

Even as his words sting, you still smiled "sorry, I'll keep that in mind next time," you then walk away as he looked at you weirdly, just what the hell is wrong with you? you must be some weird fuck to enjoy being treated like that, whatever.

Even as your action was never reciprocated, you still try anyway, you can make him fall in love you're sure of it, even if he doesn't feel the same way. He just need to give you time, and love will come because he's used to it.

The least he could do is give you some time and a chance before he want to rip your heart apart, at least then you'll lose after trying your hardest.

The rift walker looked at the red roses on his desk, very basic choice from you but there were barely any options since he never talked about his preference in flowers.

His eyes scanned through the handwritten letters you left along the bouquet.

'Keep the rose, maybe the fragrance will convince you to get to know me?'

He grimaced at the cheesy letter, but it was a bit creative, but cheesy.

He hated how you made him feel lately, the way he searches for you in a room full of people, the way he is anticipating compliments from you whenever he does something, the way he carefully look at all the little things you do.

He hate the way he has to fight back his smile whenever you're around, hate that his leg move without him thinking just to look out for you, hate the way his heart drop seeing you shaking all alone in your room.

You must get rid of your bad habit of not fully closing your room, but you can correct that mistake later, because now you could only stared at the door in shock as Yoru barge in.

"What happened to you?" He kneel down beside your bed, your face was pale as a ghost, your whole body shivers as if you were put inside a freezer.

"uh, I overdid myself on the mission," you nervously answered, growing shy at the close proximity, the warmth he give to your heart should've been enough to stop your shivering, but then again that's not the reason.

"Then why don't you go to sage you idiot?" His hand reached out to your forehead, his brow furrowed at how cold your body became, almost like a corpse.

"Well sage won't really be a big help," you bit your lip in shame, as if you even have control over what your body can and can not do. You're always like that, putting the blame on yourself no matter the situation, he hated that about you.

"Since you never seemed to notice or care," you shyly looked away, shielding yourself from his intense gaze before continuing, "Sage healing is great truly, but it wouldn't really work for me since my ability is basically fueled by blood."

"Like a vampire?" He interrupted you mid sentences, "I mean, what the hell, sure."

You backed away from him as he lowered his shirt "woah, hey now!" you panicked looking at his neck to his collarbone. "Get your mind out of the gutter, you need this."

You shyly stared at his neck, "Are you sure, I mean it's not the most nicest experience." He rolled his eyes at you "I've been shot and stabbed before, this would feel like nothing." He then grabs you by the back of your neck and push your face closer to his neck.

"uh- ok, here we go," you nervously sink your teeth into the flesh on his neck. He let out a low groan, well you sure as hell weren't lying about it, it didn't hurt but sting like hell, there's a certain effect your canine teeth that feels foreign than a normal bite from an animal.

In the midst of the moment, his hand found it way to your waist and grip on the flesh to ground himself from the sting, you nervously inhaled the air from your nose from the sudden contact.

It only took a minute for you to finally gained back the color in your skin, and the warmth you needed. Slowly you detached yourself from his neck, breathing heavily.

"Thanks," you shyly mutter, which earn no reply from him, his hand still on your waist. Maybe time has finally done it's job, maybe your love finally get to him.

If only you knew, your love has affected him long ago, the dried rose sitting hidden deeply in his room serves as a silent witness of his growing love, as the rose died his love bloom.

"If you need help again, just come to me," he slowly walked to the door, hoping you wouldn't notice the redness on the tip of his ears. "Wouldn't I be bothering you?"

"Well you're okay doing it before, what difference does that make." You grinned stupidly staring at his back, you may not notice his blush but someone else did.

"Well at least you both make up," Jett teasingly said, as she was passing by your room with Phoenix beside her. "More like make out," Phoenix continued, staring at the bite mark left behind on the rift walker neck.

[oh-its-souichi]

Marry part 4

Sakuna x reader

Im so stoked on the idea I started writing for part 5 I just rushed through this

Warning- same crazy stuff man

You woke up in his soft bed, comfortable warmth surrounding you. In the wives' hall, it was cold, and water leaked through the walls. In Sakunas' room, it was warm, and everything was lush. The only sound was the crackling of the fire. Not the hush of the other women and the scurrying of feet.

You had spent a majority of your time sleeping, the sickness your injuries gave you rocked your body, and it was only recently that your body was able to rejoice. The silence was nice, for awhile but once you spent more time awake you noticed no one came to visit, and sometimes, your maid would bring out food. It wasn't often, though, and you found yourself hungry most of the time.

Your maid told you she was working with someone else now, but things were changing in the temple. She said Sakuna was rarely there, and when he was, he didn't react to their presence. She said it made her feel scared. You nodded and wished you could give her more information, but you knew nothing. You were vaulted away more secluded than before.

You didnt know what day it was at this point or if it was day or night, there was no windows but you felt safer this way. Death didnt seem so close.

Rising from your bed, you stretched your arms and legs, pushing your feet into the plushy carpet. You made your way to the bathroom and ran the warm water. You only had a few pairs of clothes, so you chose to lounge around in a long satin robe. It was black and extremely comfortable. You stripped it off and slipped into the water, feeling goosebumps errupt all over your skin when the hot water soaked it. You sunk up to your ears and closed your eyes thinking about falling back asleep. The hot steam on your face and the lull of the fireplace beckoned you, you were tempted as there was nothing else to do. Your mind wandered from your maid, to your father and then to the injuries you had obtained from the wife in red. You found yourself replaying certain incidents and no matter how hard you tried to stray away, everything ended back at him. Sakuna.

Suddenly, a foreign sensation came over your body, like fingers dancing acrossed your skin. You eyes flew open, and the first thing you saw was teeth, they were formed into a wicked smile. You followed them down to his chin, then his neck to his body. You saw two of his arms plunged into the water. His hands grabbing at your body. "My wife" he purred. You stared up at him keeping half of your face submerged in the water. A shield of sorts. "Ive never seen you like this" he said, his voice was shockingly human sounding and deep like a drum. You sat under the pressure of his gaze not sure what to do. He mapped one of his hands up your stomach and to hand picking it up and bringing it out of the water. The cold air stung your skin but wuickly subsided when you felt his lips connect to your hand. He kissed it over and over again before bringjng it to the side of his face. He closed his eyes and hummed. "You'll never leave this place. You die and rot down here the rest of time." Your heart thumped at his sing song voice. Your mind wanted to whiz out of sontrol but you stayed numb. "Answer me" he said and you say his red eyes open. You popped your head out of the water "I understand." You said. You furrowed his eyebrows and a pained expression came over his face.

"Are you happy about it"

"Yes"

He was acting different, and it was giving you whiplash.

"Good, no, that you have a choice," he laughed, but you heard the danger in his voice, and it made the world around you feel less and less real. His eyes lapped over you hungrier and hungrier until you felt the first of his left arm slide around your back and rip you up out of the water. He pressed his lips to yours, and you felt like he was eating you alive. You tried to kiss him back, but the ferocity overwhelmed you. He pulled you closer and closer. So close, it hurt. His crushing strength made your bones ache. Your breath locked itself in your chest. You groaned in pain, but that seemed to encourage him as you felt his arms loop underneath your body and lift you out of the bath. The cold air made you gasp. He kept his lips to yours, and you felt him smile. "dont worry, you won't be cold for long," he whispered. He walked you out into the bedroom and gently laid you down on the bed. Your heart picked up as he stared down at you. He started to disrobe, and every part of you rejected it. You weren't ready for what you knew he wanted to do. Your voice ached to protest, but nothing came out. His robe dropped to the ground, and your eyes widened at his hulking form. He was all muscle and weapon of a man, curse, a whatever he was. He came forward his hand wrapping itself around your neck. He squeezed lightly but started to tighten his grip. Frightened, your hands flew up and grabbed onto his wrists. You dug your nails into his skin, and he hissed in reply.

"You dare hurt your husband?" He said, his voice deadly. You looked down at him and locked your eyes to his. At first, you only saw rage, but that melted away into sorrow. "Perhaps I've been too rough." He sighed. Slowly, he leaned forward and wrapped all of his arms around you. His weight made your chest lock up, and once again, you were fighting to breathe. You didn't dare speak, though. The fear of the tides turning with any word you said kept your mouth shut. "Things are different now," he muttered. Your heart slammed in your chest, a fear like you felt the day he killed his other wives clawed up your throat. "Why are thing different now" he rushed popping his head up and gripping onto your shoulders. He stared you in the eyes with one of the angriest expressions you had ever seen. His eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes sharp. You rationalized quickly with yourself and opene your mouth to speak "it-it-its" you stammered. "Its not, my husband, my love" you said. With each word your confidence built and you reminded yourself of the position you were in. The comfort and seclusion had numbed you of the danger at hand, this game of survival.

His expression relaxed, and you felt like a snake wrapping around its kill. "Im so grateful for what you've given me Ive not had the words to say it." You snaked your arms around his shoulders and brought your fingertips softly up and down his back. His eyes relaxed, and he searched your face.

[ayotofu]

Ship of your choice and number 3 :)

sorry this is so late but i didn't see this and then i had to figure out what thing i had reblogged that this was for and..... it's late but i did it!

also uh the problem is you said ship of your choice and my brain said "steddie :)" so idk if you even watch stranger things but uh here you go!

(from a larger wip, so there is a context i prommy)

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"Absolutely not," Eddie said, like Steve just suggested gnawing off his own leg.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, it's called we keep going together!"

Steve pinched his nose. There was a reason he'd waited to suggest this until after Robin had passed out from blood loss: if she'd heard his plan, she would have actually bit him. Hard. Then grabbed him in a headlock and held him there until he agreed he was coming with them.

But they were moving slow, too slow, even when Robin was conscious. Now that she was dead weight? There's no way they'd outrun the demo-creatures on their tail. Not if he didn't do something to slow them down.

Except Eddie Munson, stupid, brave Eddie, hypocrite of hypocrites, stood there in his ripped black jeans and the baby blue sweater he'd borrowed from Steve and refused to let him do what needed to be done.

"What's going on?" Jeff said, coming up behind them. "Harrington's leaving?"

"Running off ahead?" Gareth said with a sneer.

(At this point, Steve was too tired to care about Gareth's frothing hatred of him. If anything, he was impressed that he was able to keep it up in the face of the monsters and the hell dimension they were all trapped in.)

"Dude," Jeff snapped. "That's enough."

Gareth shut his mouth with a click.

"No, see, Steve here wants to stay behind. Hold off the monsters while we head for the exit."

"We're moving too slow," he said. "Either we need to start going faster or we need to slow them down. Robin's not going to magically wake up, so going faster's not an option. I'll stay here and hold them off for a bit then follow you to the exit."

"Steve, you'll die."

Eddie's face was in front of his, curls flying wild, eyes wide and dewy. Steve loved him.

He reached out with both hands and cradled Eddie's face. "Maybe," he said, "but it's me or it's all of us."

"Then I'm staying with you."

"No, you need to help them." He nodded his head at where Gareth, Jeff, and Nate stood, supporting Robin between them. Jeff had pulled Gareth back at some point, giving them some semblance of privacy.

Eddie's hands came up to cover Steve's. "I don't want to. I'm still fucking pissed at them."

"I know, but... they're still your friends. And they have Robin. Please." Steve leaned forward and rested his forehead against Eddie's. "Do it for me."

"You're such a bitch, Harrington." Eddie blinked away tears, but kept his eyes fixed on Steve's.

"I know." There was no more time; if they were leaving, they needed to do it now. "But, just in case..."

Steve pulled back, just enough to see Eddie's lips. Eddie tracked his gaze, breath hitching, and jerked his hand in front of his lips.

"Don't you dare," he said, voice muffled by his hand. "Our first is not gonna be a goodbye."

Steve hesitated, smiled, and planted a soft kiss on Eddie's palm, right where his lips would be.

"You better come back," Eddie said, not quite a whisper.

"Go," Steve said.

[capricious-bastard13]

Goodnight and (don't) go

AO3

Where during the Endgame, Tony and Steve are contemplating what to do for after. Of everything. What they plan on doing, where they plan on going. Tony asks Steve, staring at the ceiling, laying on the table as he's done quite a lot recently—usually with Nat and Clint like cats, ready to kick off whatever's on the table, glasses, stacks of papers, pencil holders, plates; paper or otherwise—Tony tilts his head up, looks at where Steve is sitting on the pleather arm chair.

"I don't know," He finds himself answering honestly. Throat lodged and lumpy. There's a dryness that he wants to ignore, and almost does so. Because this, the after of everything, still feels so out of reach despite it being within their grasps. Fuck, Tony literally invented time-travel and made it into a watch. A watch!

He rubs the pads of his thumb and forefinger together. Eyes staring at nowhere in particular. "I've always been needed, somewhere, someplace."

"Don't wanna—" Tony waves a hand in the air, while the other rests on his stomach, rising and falling, "Keep up the patriotic dream?" It's followed by a humourless chuckle, breathless and more of a huff; Steve doesn't need to see Tony to know that he's rolling his eyes even further heavenward.

"I think," Steve pauses, feeling the words slip, flow like a rush of water. He ends up legs spread, sprawled on the chair, nape cradled on the top back of the chair, staring at the ceiling, briefly wondering what Tony sees, if they're looking at the same ceiling. "It's time to just be."

Steve lets the words hang there, floating up in invisible swirls of letters. Tony shoots up, propped up on his elbows, blinking at him across the room.

"He made that shield for you."

"No. He made it for him." Him, Howard, Captain America, Steven Grant Rogers. Maybe all of them.

Tony doesn't deign that with a response, looking at him from where he's reclining.

"I can't believe this." Tony scoffs but it's filled with so much underlying amusement that Steve knows not to take it personally, "I just gave it back to you and you're all ready to pawn it off." Tony heaves up to sit, legs dangling on the edge, swinging. "For all I know, next thing you'll do is pawn off our ring."

Steve tilts his head, squints his eyes at the other, unable to stop the grin from spreading wide on his face. "I wouldn't do that. Too important. Keeps my finger warm during the cold months."

Tony snorts, shaking his head. "Got anyone in mind?"

Steve ruminates, pushing up just so that he doesn't risk getting a crick on his neck from lifting it up. Super soldier serum notwithstanding. "Sam."

Tony's eyes widens. "That was quick."

"It's not a hard choice to make. Second choice's Bucky."

"Ah."

"Not a fan?" The air turns cold, it pricks and pins at the knobs of his spine. He braces himself, heart clenching, chest tight. He'd really like to rip his shirt off for a moment just so he can breathe. But Tony sags, tucks his hands between his thighs, kicks off his shoes and keeps swinging his feet.

"Haven't seen him handle it, so no opinions there." When he looks up, there's a sheen to his gaze, "But if you say so." Shrugging, he murmurs into the yawning space between them, "It's yours to pass on."

Steve basks in the cold creeping up his spine, relishes it in masochistic delight. The pain, the throb. He wants to get on his knees and beg, be honest, please, tell me, show me; what do you see that I cannot. Instead, he sits up straighter, licks his lips. "It's also, technically, a family heirloom."

The bark of laughter that escapes Tony cuts through the fog, momentarily, shows the shadowy figure that lurks into something of a man. Howard? Him? Steven Grant Rogers? Sam Wilson? Captain America? Anthony Edward Stark?

"Please, Howard would never let me touch that thing if he actually had it." Tilting his head, Tony hums, "Probably have it hanging up above the fireplace as some sort of stand-in for a dead-eyed stuffed buck with antlers trying to compensate for something that he didn't actually kill."

Steve nods, because he can see that. So vividly. "You didn't answer the question, though."

"Which is?"

"Who do you think should have it?"

Tony sucks in a breath. Their gazes locking before it breaks. A thread turned cold and frayed, crumbling and broken, hanging limp between them. "Sam's a good choice. Wouldn't have picked any one else."

Steve moves his tongue despite how heavy it is in his mouth. "The kid? Spider-Man; Peter?"

Tony's gaze is fierce and quick, brows furrowed and shoulders tense. "No."

He nods. "No," Tony repeats, softer but not any less firm.

Foot meet mouth, he thinks deprecatingly, shoulders sagging.

"Like I said, I don't have any opinions on how Barnes handles the shield. But if you think he's worth it, then take a crack at it."

Barnes. The distance even farther than he and Tony. Held more than an arm's width. He should really try and convince Bucky to move into the compound. Or at least visit. Just to be introduced to everyone. Better than the last time they met him.

Steve swings his arm as if he's throwing the shield—for demonstration but then again, he really isn't thinking about it. Why did he feel the need to demonstrate? Tony's seen him in action, god, he feels stupid. Ice crawling the expanse of his nape, his feet frozen solid.

"The metal arm really helps—helped." Deliberately, which he knows Tony catches too. His arm falls to his lap with a slap, it stings against the fabric of his pants; jeans now because Natasha's gotten tired of seeing him wear khakis. Plus, being all over the world really expanded his wardrobe.

Never mind the running away from the government—117 countries with a bounty on his head. He nods, mostly to himself.

"Yeah, it helped."

"Good for him." Tony mumbles.

The silence is inevitable. And Steve is ready to concede that he's ruined the night. It's far and few in between. Tony still keeps him far, but as much as he wants to reach out, Tony slips through the gaps of his fingers.

This just being one of those attempts. Sand falling all over him.

How painful would it be if he knelt on hot sand? Have it purposefully sear the skin of his knees, have it scorch tracks on his back? This, he wants to profess, this is it—for you, if you'll have me. But it's all too late now, isn't it?

Isn't it?

"Okay," Tony breathes out, "Hang up the uniform, leave your Spanlged days behind." Tony withdraws his hands from where he'd kept them tucked, a finger scratching and running a spot near his knee. "You still didn't answer the question; what're you planning on doing?"

Steve jolts from his spot, the ice making his breath fog up, eyes leaving from their stare at Tony's finger to look up at his face, his eyes; wide, big, imploring. His lashes still so thick, fanned out.

"What about you?"

Tony levels him with an unimpressed stare, his finger stopped. He tucks his forearm across his chest, uses the back of his hand to prop his left elbow up so he can cradle his face. "Well, I gotta figure out a school for Morgan. Plan out some applications for the kids." Tony says it like it's obvious, of course hanging in the air it doesn't need to be said aloud.

"Kids?"

"Yup."

Steve nods, "So Morgan and, uh, Peter."

Tony nods, "Potato gun."

"What?" But Tony doesn't explain, his eyes have left him, his mind walking out of the room. Physical body lagging behind.

"Got MIT applications to plan out. Only the best for 'em." Tony whispers. Steve nods because it's the only thing he feels like he can do.

Speaking of, maybe he can pursuit a degree. It's a thought but it leaves him wanting something else. It's a goal that he can obtain, easily too, sure. But it's not what he really wants.

And these days, he'd told himself to be honest with himself. The ice cradles his face, his cheeks ruddy hot and all too uncomfortable. It's worst than the ice, than the water and the flakes that fell through the Valkyrie.

Bone-deep it makes him want to scratch out his skin. Stab a knife so deep he scrapes out the marrow of his bones.

"Travel." He eventually settles on, "Take my bike and travel."

Tony comes back to Earth almost like how Carol had carried the ship and placed it down as gently as she could. Tony comes down with hands that cradle him that aren't Steve's own. Tony comes back to his own hands; to Rhodes', Pepper's, Morgan's and Happy's; eventually to Peter's too.

"Travel," Tony repeats, nodding once, twice as if he had to take a moment to let it sink in. "What, no future Mrs. Rogers in that plan?" Tony moves his arms behind him, leaning back and he's back to swinging his feet from the floor, socked feet flying through the air. "A Mister?" He adds with a playful tilt of his lips.

Steve shakes his head, his own lips quirking despite the clench of his chest. The fabric of his shirt stretched too thin across his back, he's this close, struggling with each breath. Remember when you had asthma? The panic attacks?, he asks himself ruefully. "No. I waited too long."

He blinks and suddenly he's back at the Avengers' Tower. Bruce's expression a mix of everything that can't be tamped down. He mouths the words, still feeling them leave him as if it was yesterday: "As the world's leading authority on waiting too long; don't. You both deserve a win." He'd said that and watched as Bruce's face screwed up—because even then, it was obvious, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

"I waited too long." He repeats because honesty—honesty, he'd promised himself, promised Tony whether he wants it or not; whether he's aware of it or not. "So, no. No missus or mister down the line."

"Bummer." Tony lets out. Like a sigh. Disappointed; he trembles before it, doesn't want to hope.

"Don't play matchmaker. I already had Natasha do that." He huffs out, something between disbelief and laughter. "Anytime someone tried to play matchmaker with me, something bad happened. Like SHIELD having Hydra in it."

"And here I was, about to enact my 20-step plan on getting your ass into something that doesn't make you look like you're trying to pass as a centenarian."

"Leave me alone, I'm old." The words fly naturally, the usual response. But rather than stilted stale air, Tony chuckles. And the ice creeps back just a tad, thaws and flakes off the skin of his cheeks.

Maybe. But he doesn't want to hope.

"And you? Besides school applications and," he waves a hand in the air as if he's batting away a fly; your farm, Pepper, domestic bliss—besides all that, can I be part of it too?

"Well, I was thinking of getting a nice tan. Lounge under the sun next to the lake. Sipping mimosas." Tony lifts a finger as if to make a point, "It's brunch somewhere after all."

"Of course." He finds himself chuckling. "That sounds," nice, great, wonderful for you. You deserve it, more than you know, more than you realise, "Quite nice." He rubs a hand down his face, feels the already growing stubble. He can shave it tomorrow, instead he presses down just a tad harder, short hairs yielding to white-tipped finger pads.

"You'd look good with a tan. I think."

Tony poses, as if preening, "Please, you think I got all these just by being me?"

"Well—"

"Rhetorical, don't answer that." The ice is chipping down the shape of his jaw, condensing the length of his neck.

And if this is all he can have. Never mind the sand shifting beneath him. He'll take it.

Travel, that's what he said, and he will. Maybe. Definitely. "Wanna outfit my bike before I leave?"

Tony looks at him and Steve swallows the shallow breaths because he doesn't want to hope. "Yeah." Tony moves his head to look out of the window, "I'm going to paint it hot-rod red too."

Steve doesn't hold back, laughs because he wants to. He'll savour this, hide it away in the chest of his heart. "Sure. I'll hold the stencils for you." Because he would, and he will.

When Tony looks back at him, Steve aches. His hands shake as they ball into fists. He finds himself asking, can you leave this? All of this? After so long? Something showed on his face, something in the dark depths of the answers to his own questions. And whatever Tony finds in his expression, in his eyes has the ice cracking. Spiderwebs on the surface.

It's too much to hope.

But then, but then he thinks back to a few seconds ago, a minute or so ago. Tan lines visible, fingers empty spaced.

If he rips his skin off and balls it up, stuffs it into a box with a pretty pink bow would he be able to say it?

"Where's a nice place to go to first?"

Tony straightens up, locks his ankles together. He takes his phone, taps away at it. Steve is helpless, simply watches and he knows Tony hasn't looked anything up yet.

"Malibu's nice." A shoulder shrug, "If you want to slum it up with shaggy surfers and 'Oh, I cannot believe Karen just said that' bikini tanners."

Steve slumps, shaking his head. Glancing away, down, where Tony's fingers are fast. "What, you're telling me you weren't like them? A bikini tanner?"

Tony makes an aborted movement like he's about to flip non-existent long hair over his shoulder, "I'll have you know I will never stoop to such a low level. If we're going to gossip, it needs to have a martini included."

"And, those bikini tanners didn't?"

"They didn't."

Steve fakes a gasp, hand on his chest. Avoids and catches a pen thrown at him.

Maybe if things were easier, he could say something. You're lucky you're cute, flirty and airy, reachable, touchable.

Instead, he aims the pen and throws it like a mini-spear. It bounces inside of a pencil holder before jumping out. Tony coos, lip pouting exaggerated. "You know, you and Clint should, like, make a bet; who can throw pens into pencil holders type of competition."

"Oh please," he reclines back into the chair, he doesn't slump down but he spreads his legs to mimic the ease of it, "Hawkeye versus Captain America? We all know who'd win."

Tony rolls his eyes.

"Elevator's not worthy", he recalls saying with Tony's hum of approval and agreement, Thor giving them a solid pat on the back. "Did you ever get the lawn maintained?"

Because Thor had left a mark on the grass and he, for once, doesn't remember if it was fixed or not.

"Hm?"

Steve glances out of the window, waves a hand to encompass the space outside them, of the room. "Remember when Thor left the, uh, bifrost mark on the lawn?"

"Ah." Tony nods, but then scowls, "You know what, I don't think so." Then he purses his lips, "Eh, it's fine. Memento, or whatever."

"Right." Right. Maybe he should have one—leave one. An old sketchbook, an old shirt. Bloody boxing hand wraps. A pair of khakis, or maybe an old helmet.

"Grand Canyon." Steve blinks. Tilts his head in silent askance. Tony lifts his phone as a gesture. "Grand Canyon. Unless you want to visit the biggest ball of twine or something? I bet that'd be right up your alley."

Steve raises a brow. "No? Stanley Hotel; heard it's super haunted. You never did peg me as someone who'd believe in ghosts. Or the supernatural, for that matter."

"Nope."

Tony sniffs, "I don't know. Try asking Nat for a BDSM club you could go to or something. God knows you need more hobbies."

"I already have one."

"Ah—" Tony raises a finger again, "I said more; didn't say you didn't have any."

Steve licks his lips, loosely crosses his arms against his chest, "Tried it, couldn't find the right partner."

Tony's eyes go wide. He runs a hand down his mouth, words muffled and shoulders shaking, "Did my ears deceive me? Captain America, poster boy for the American dream, partaking in hedonism? Well, I never." He adds a drawl at the end, trying for Southern. Steve smiles in the effort of it, because keeping it tamped down takes too much effort; unable to hide fondness.

He rolls his eyes, still, have to keep up appearances. And yeah, this. He'll tuck it away in his chest. Ignore the empty space between Tony's fingers, the visible tan lines.

When did that happen? Am I allowed to know? To ask? Simply, he submerges in this, whatever semblance they used to have.

It'd be a privilege to know, but it'd be an honour to be given the answer.

It takes months. It takes months, but it takes 5 simple seconds.

Everyone blinked and looked at him wide-eyed. "Safe."

Bruce sighs in relief before clapping his hands together. Sam and Bucky crowd up to him in hugs.

The hammer nearly falls from his grip, glad to have wrapped it around his wrist as he grips it tighter.

Tony stands in the back, a shoulder lifted, hip cocked, looking at the world as if he couldn't care less. And for a moment, Steve feels his chest flutter, his heart heavy, slow in each of its beats. But then Tony's lips smile, eyes crinkling and Steve gives him a minute nod, once, twice.

Sam looks on in disbelief, hands outstretched but not holding. "Are you sure? I mean, am I?" His throat bobs, "The right man for this job?"

"I like to think so." Steve keeps it between them, "Couldn't have asked for a better man."

Bucky knocks their shoulders together, playful. "Leaving me by the wayside, that it?"

"What, wanna hop on the back and cling to me?" Bucky screws his face up but the grin is there. Eyes glinting under the sunlight, Punk, he says with an eyeroll. Steve raises a brow and quirks a corner of his mouth up, Jerk.

The hammer is left at the compound. Propped on the night stand against the wall, just next to a lamp. "Would you be considered worthy?" He asks at the four-legged wooden furniture with lead in his veins, in his body. "Ah, but you'd have to wield it too. So, guess not." He answers for it. Anything to keep the weight steady, ignore the effort it takes to take a step.

In the depths of his mind, he admits, he'll miss this. Short of a stint it was, this was his third home. From the crumbling, old bricks in Brooklyn, to the sleek modernity of the Avengers' Tower, then eventually to the Avengers' Compound. Training drills, suicide runs, reinforced punching bags, bloody boxing hand wraps.

There's a photo, framed and the only one hanging. Taken way back when. The Shawarma owners offered to take it.

Dirty, muscle-ached, and slow fed until full.

He recalls the way Clint and Natasha had set their chairs to face each other, exchanging silent words, their legs tangled together. Two peas in a pod, best friends, siblings. He remembers Thor, hands shaking for something new to try, eyes bursting with a childishness that was refreshing to see, cheeks bulging as he ate and ate. Bruce had quietly asked if they had tea, anything vegetarian and was met with an emphatic smile and a pat on the shoulder. Tony sitting between them, legs spread underneath the table, eyes lost through that wormhole through space and time, fingers trembling so differently from just simple exhaustion.

He never got to ask what caused it. Instead, was slapped in the face with it. The fear, the loss, the burden on sloping shoulders that tried to carry the world on his own. Tony's hands trying to become Atlas' now that Atlas isn't there.

Recalls the way he wanted to take it from him, let me, but never really got to. Never, that is until the end. When hands trembled so much, muscles weak and weary, voice so quiet when it finally, finally asked for help. Sitting on the cold floor with gaunt cheeks and death right in front of him.

And he promised, means to keep it this time. Never again.

Gravel crunches beneath his boots, kicking up when he started the engine.

"Not even going to say goodnight?" Tony asks.

Heart in his throat, hair standing on end from where he knows Tony is looking at his back.

"You're just going to go, like that?"

"I'm coming back, you know." Nonchalance, but he was never a good liar. No, not to the people who mattered the most. Tony snorts, derisive.

He gets off the seat, making sure to not jostle his duffel bag from where it's strapped down behind him and takes his time turning.

In the distant lamp lights, Tony looks lonely. Shawl wrapped around his shoulders, grey streaking his temples, thick-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

His arms ache with the absence of it all.

"I'm coming back." He reinforces, keeps his gaze steady, locked, as it always is, on Tony. I promise. But the doubt is there, cultured by cynicism and their past. And he can't blame the other for it.

So he digs into the pocket of his pants, the gravel moves with him, noisy.

The thread is broken, he knows. But maybe he can use something stronger, wrap it and wind it tighter. This one stronger than a measly single strand of something.

It's not vibranium, he wants to say. But it's stronger than cotton or nylon or polyester; stronger than the broken one still hanging apart between them.

The tags click and clack against each other. He takes care to not let his fingers brush against night-cooled skin. But he watches the way it settles against an old shirt, cradled between a dark blue shawl and fingers that trace the letters and numbers.

When he looks up, Tony's eyes are bearing down at him. Roots him to the spot.

Cracked chapped lips parted open, breath fogged just a tad in the chasm between their warm bodies.

"I'm coming back." And stay with you, if you'll have me.

Tony blinks, "You already did."

"And I will again."

The engine's been running for so long that it stalls and turns off. Tony's attention turns to it, hisses, scowling up at him. "That's not good for the engine." It isn't, he knows. But it's either the bike's engine stalling or—or.

"One of these days," Tony mumbles, clutching his shawl, eyes staring down the bike with its hot-rod red flames and gold details and dark blue shadows. "You'll miss your train."

"Huh?"

"You'll stay with me, then we'll have drinks and talk about things. Get an excuse to stay awake with you." When those chocolate brown eyes turn back to him, Steve finds himself flat footed, not knowing where to stand, breathe, walk or look.

"What, doesn't ring a bell?" Tony asks, mirthful and mirthless simultaneously.

"I—uh, no. I don't know that reference." Tongue too thick in his throat.

Tony tilts his head down, shaking his head softly. "It's from this artist, forget it." Adam's apple bobbing, "Actually."

A hand reaches out and clenches on the front of his shirt. Fingertips cold from the late evening air. It shakes as it clenches tight. And Steve finds himself taking a small step forward, body bowing into a curve forward; a sunflower following the sun.

"Goodnight." Tony breathes, head tilting up; his eyes falling half-lidded, mesmerising dark browns.

Remember the asthma? Panic attacks? Like you've ran and ran, more than 13 miles in 30 minutes, more than 26 miles in 45 minutes. He wasn't informed, never, that breathlessness can come from many things.

This, he thinks, mind too far from his body, fingers craving, arms aching, This is nicer in comparison to suicide drills, giddy in the chest.

"Goodnight." He breathes out—head too empty; the sound of rushing blood too loud in the crickets singing in the distance, the hum of the lamp posts a yards away from them.

"Miss your train," Tony mumbles, the world shifts, "And stay."

His lips are cold but the ice and the lead disappear. It cracks and bends out of shape. Bursts in a loud cacophony, unable to be comprehended.

The empty spaces fill up, the skin of his knees, the marks of his back bubble and heal; scarred, leaking but healing. Stitching itself together. The sand is tacky and annoying, clings and clings until he gives in, arms winding.

For a moment, he thinks it'll slide right off, like it always does. Crumbles to dust before him. But solid warmth carves into the space, lets it be known with fingers threaded through the long ends of his hair.

It ends sooner than he'd like. A smack then a rush of cold air that knocks into him harder than a wayward train in a foreign country.

Lashes fluttering, thick, still, fanned out, eyes blinking, brown and black in the dark; an entire universe held within them.

"Stay." He whispers. He's nodding, but he doesn't know why, only stopping as he watches Tony's shoulders sags, lips kiss-warmed and curved so beautifully, Steve finds his own achingly bereft. Licks them to sooth the dryness, the emptiness. The gap.

"This is the song," Steve awes, sitting up straight in revelation.

"Hm?" Tony hums, head tilting to accommodate weight, lips tracing the length of his neck, from the shoulder to nook behind his ear.

"The one you referenced."

"Ah. Finally figured it out and heard it, huh."

"It's adorable."

Tony leans back, "Why must you be so cute?"

Steve hides his grin into his skin, kisses them down the line of the other's throat, "Impossible to ignore you. Making me laugh so much."

Facing each other, fingers find their way through tresses of his hair, longer now. Something new, he once said, and delighted in the tug that stung his scalp.

"I guess you could say that we get along, so well."

Their lips smile. Met in the middle, great gaping maw bridged so easily, covered so lightly.

I love you.

"I love you."

Fingers hefted with a glinting weight, tan lines much more visible now whenever it's taken off, but barely leaving the warmth of his skin.

Together.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Bedeviled | Chapter 8: Summoning

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

WC: 9.5k ohhhh

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, anxiety, cruelty, frightening depictions of Hell and things in it, terror, blood, fear, name-calling, more tension muahahahaha, i think that's all if there's anything i missed pls kindly let me know

This chapter could be frightening/disturbing to some readers, pls read at your own discretion

Previous

A few hours later, JK walks over to the small fire that's still burning brightly. 

His eyes fall to the sleeping figure curled up on the ground by it.

Your cardigan is wrapped tightly around you; your hands clutching it closed in the front even as you sleep. 

The demon's gaze drifts over you; your bare feet are covered in ash and mud, blood still staining the cloth that doesn't have a single speck of white left on it. If they weren't so dirty, he's willing to bet bruises would be visible. 

Your legs are tucked up into your skirt and out of his view, so his eyes drag along your torn dress all the way up to your bloody and ripped cardigan. The sleeves are practically in shreds, but the rest of it seems fine. Blood can be seen on the skin of your arms through the tears in the sleeves. 

Your hair looks like it hasn't been brushed in weeks, falling over a part of your cheek as you breathe steadily; some of the strands blow gently from your breath. 

His gaze stops moving when he notices the streaks on your cheeks. There's grime all over your skin, but it looks like you cleaned little random lines of it off. 

That's when he realizes you must have been crying.

Eyes lingering a little longer on your face, he sees your eyelids twitch and a small frown appear. 

Your breath starts to quicken and your face scrunches a little as it becomes apparent that you're having a nightmare. 

"-'m sorry," he hears you mumble as a single tear slips over the bridge of your nose and drops to the ground. 

He can't tear his eyes away from the fascinating image of you without your walls up. 

You’re completely vulnerable.

It occurs to him in that second that he's been so incredibly foolish. Everyone has a weakness, he's just been looking for yours in the wrong place. You won't be swayed by riches, by anger, by lust. Nothing that benefits you.

No, your weakness is love. 

This boy you're in love with, this bestfriend. 

He's your weakness. 

A few ideas flit through his mind, but none of them stay very long. 

He doesn't have to think of anything anymore. 

You're here for this boy, not for you. You'll get to the Flame and the only choice you'll have is to trade it for your soul. 

All he has to worry about now is getting you there. 

He was so worried before that you would try and pull a fast one on him, but there was no need to worry so much. You'll do anything for this boy, there's no way you'll go back on your deal. 

He thought this revelation would bring relief, but instead, a strange, uncomfortable, and unfamiliar feeling settles in his chest as he watches you shift in your sleep. 

The demon shakes his head to clear it and turns to walk away. 

He's been around a mortal for longer than usual and it's making him lose his nerve. 

-

You jerk awake suddenly, the nightmare finally bringing you out of your deep slumber.

Almost immediately, you see him sitting on the log you had previously been sitting on; his eyes locked on his hands as he fiddles with something small that you can't see. 

"How long has it been?" You croak, seeing him jump and look at you. 

"A few hours," he mumbles as he tucks whatever he was looking at into his back pocket. 

"Are you all done?" You ask. 

"Am I done with what?" 

"Making deals," You say quietly. 

He just looks at you for a minute before saying, "For now."

You nod, then rub the sleep from your eyes. 

JK stands up suddenly, startling you, "Come on, we don't have time to sit around."

You stand up reluctantly, "Ok."

He starts walking and you follow behind, only turning back when the sound of the crackling fire ceases. 

It's gone, just like every time before. 

You turn back and keep your eyes on him as you walk around the rocks until you can see the Devil's Backbone again. 

Just looking at it gives you a creeping feeling that crawls up your spine. 

"Through it?" You ask uncertainly.

He nods, "Through it."

It only takes about fifteen minutes to get right up on the creepy stones. 

You look around, noticing it looks almost like a maze of rocks in front of you. There doesn't appear to be any way through them though. 

"How do we get through?" You ask, turning to look at him. 

Except he's not there. 

"J-"

"Are you coming or not?" He snaps from over to your left. 

You stumble over the rock-covered ground to him. When you reach him, you still see no way through. 

Casting a doubtful glance over to him, he smirks, "What?"

When you say nothing, he points and you look, just barely seeing a small opening. You would never have seen it if you didn't know where to look. It's camouflaged, only visible with a trained eye and the right position. 

"You should trust me more, little human. Have I let you down yet?"

You make eye contact with him, keeping it a little longer than normal. 

His eyes fall to your wrist, then go back to looking into yours. 

A nasty smile twitches at his mouth, "You asked for that."

You look back over to the opening, deciding not to waste your breath; you'll need all you can get.

Wordlessly, he walks over and slips in, sliding between the two rocks seemingly without effort. You follow him, slipping in as you gather your courage.

The fit is a bit tight, which makes you wince when your wings get pinched uncomfortably while they're still folded in your cardigan. 

The second you're all the way in, a chilling breeze sweeps into the small crevice, sending goosebumps down your arms and legs as the sound of a ghostly sigh reaches your ears. 

You flinch and look around, seeing nothing but red tinted rocks that reach high into the sky. The space is small and you can see little paths leading in different directions from where you are. 

The jagged stones are thick at the bottom, probably five times the width of the largest tree trunks you've ever seen. As they go higher, they also begin to thin out. You can barely see the tip of the rock you're standing next to as you crane your neck to look up at it. 

You're willing to bet the top of the stones are still thicker than you could reach around. 

"Stop gawking and walk."

His voice echoes in here even though he's not even ten feet in front of you. 

You hold the ends of your sweater in your hands as you walk to him and join him in the middle of a small open area that sits in front of the paths, "How do we know which way to go?"

He groans loudly, "Are you seriously back to asking those idiotic questions? I thought you were done with that."

"I'm not asking idiotic questions," You say defensively, "I just want to be prepared in case you ditch me again and I have to find my way. What if I get lost?"

The demon leans close to you as if to tell a secret, which is useless since his words still bounce around the room. Anyone within a mile radius could hear him. 

"Then you're not worthy enough to take the Flame. Did I not tell you that you need to earn your way there, mortal?"

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth and chew on it anxiously. 

"I most certainly did," He says with a little more force, "Didn't I?"

When you don't answer right away, he snatches the collar of your white dress and pulls you closer, making you flinch. 

"Use your damn words and answer me."

"Yes," you choke out, refusing to look at him. 

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, you told me that," you close your eyes when he pulls you closer still.

"If you get lost here, if you lose all hope here, there is no one to blame but yourself. Do you understand that?"

You nod. 

He lets go of your collar and you stumble back a little, still not looking at him. 

"Just for that, I don't think I ought to join you after all."

You're about to protest, to beg him not to leave you again, but then you see the look on his face as he waits for your reaction and you snap your mouth shut. 

That's exactly what he wants you to do. 

He wants you to beg. 

You finally meet his eyes, "I guess I'll see you on the other side then."

That was clearly the last thing he was expecting you to say, you can tell by the way his face falls. 

His eyes narrow and jaw tightens, then he steps closer to you just to hiss, "Good luck, little girl,” Before he's turning and walking away, going into one of the paths. 

Then he's gone. 

Your lip trembles slightly as you stare at the path he went through. 

As much as you hate to be alone and wish he was still here, you know that you made the right decision not to fall into his little game. The fact that he was angry about your words means you didn't make the wrong choice. 

Glancing at the other paths, you debate on whether you ought to follow the one he went through. He might have been trying to throw you off. You're sure that no matter which one he chose, he'd end up wherever he wants anyway. 

All you can see in each direction is a dark crevice leading deeper into the Devil's Backbone. There are four different choices in front of you. He went through the second to last one. 

You step closer to get a better look. 

The first crevice doesn't shed any light, but a foul smell wafts from it. You step back and gag, then gather yourself before walking over to the second. 

Again, there is no light. There isn't a foul smell either. 

There is however, a strange sound, like that of random tapping echoing. 

You nibble on your bottom lip, extremely unsure. 

Moving to the next, the one he went into, you see the smallest amount of blood-red light showing the way when you get close enough. 

Nothing else, no smell, no sounds. 

The last crevice has nothing. No light, no sounds, no smells, nothing but pitch blackness. 

For some reason, that one gives you the most anxiety, so you step away quickly. 

What do these things mean? 

What would smells, sounds, lights, or lack of all of them, indicate?

There is one thing you are absolutely sure of: none of them will be easy. Perhaps some are more difficult than others, but you must not underestimate any of them. 

As you stand there and stare at each of them, the sound of a tiny giggle echoes from the second crevice. 

You jump and back away, staring at it as if you'll see something or someone crawl out of the shadows. 

The creepiest images begin to plague your mind as you stare into the blackness. The giggle doesn’t happen again, but then you realize the tapping has also stopped. 

Whatever you do, you will not be going into that one, that's for sure. 

You can probably handle the smell, you did it in the third circle. How much worse could this one be?

You walk back over to the first path and peer inside. 

The stench is awful, but it really doesn't seem impossible. 

The one he went into seems too easy, so does the last one. Those appear to be a trick at the entrance, there's probably something much worse waiting inside. 

You are not going into that second one. You get goosebumps just looking at it. 

Ten grueling minutes pass as you mull over the paths. 

You can't stay here, you need to make a choice. 

Walking over to the first crevice, you hold your breath and start walking in. 

____!

You jump back, not having gone in yet. 

Whipping your head around, you don't see anything or anyone. 

Not that way. 

A chill runs down your spine as you realize that you nearly made a mistake. The chill only increases as you begin to understand that you need to go into the one you're most scared of. 

You close your eyes, breathing deeply. 

The sound of a tiny giggle reaches you and you jump back again, eyes flying open as you stare at the dark crack it's coming from. 

No more of this, ____, you chide yourself, you are an angel, this does not frighten you. 

You clench your fist, staring into the pitch black as you gather your head.

"Ok," you say out loud, "I'm coming in and don't you dare think you can scare me."

Before you have the chance of changing your mind, you march into the second crevice, the opening large enough to where you don't need to crouch or squeeze, you can just walk normally. 

JK sits crouched on a ledge about fifteen feet up, his eyes narrowing in confusion when you walk into the giant crack, soon disappearing from his view. 

What made you change your mind so suddenly? 

And why the hell would you turn around and pick the worst one?

-

The darkness is so deep, so thick that it feels almost tangible. 

You keep your arms out to the side, the tips of your fingers brushing against the cool stone walls. 

Looking up doesn't change anything, not here. Before, you could see the red sky above the Backbone, now it seems like light has just ceased to exist altogether. 

It's almost worse that there's no sound right now. You feel on edge, as if there's about to be a sound when you're least expecting it.

But still, there's nothing. 

Ever since you stepped foot into this pathway, it's felt like there's been someone walking behind you. You try not to think about it as you keep moving forward. It helps a little to think of perfectly natural causes if there comes a small sound.

You can't help but flinch a little though, when you hear a distinct footstep behind you. 

You definitely didn't mistake that.

Freezing right where you are, you hold your breath, as if the sound of it will cause all hell to break loose. 

When there isn't another sound for at least two minutes, you gulp and start moving again. 

But the sound of hurrying feet behind you makes you stop once more. 

"JK?" You call out, the sound of your own voice startling you a bit after silence for so long. You cringe, feeling like you physically broke the delicate quiet and something bad will happen now. 

The dead silence that stretches on for a good while seems even more terrifying than it's been. 

For some reason, you can tell it isn't him behind you, as much as you wanted to make yourself believe it was. You've come to know the feeling of his silence. 

And this isn't it. 

You clear your throat and blink a few times, even though it doesn't really matter when you can't see anything anyway. 

Do not act afraid. 

You nod a little. 

These things prey on fear, it gives them energy. Demons have always sought to wreak havoc and terror. 

You can't let it show. 

I am an angel. 

I am an angel. 

You do not scare me. 

I am an angel. 

I do not fear you.

You repeat these things in your head as you start to walk again, trying to hold yourself in a way that looks like you have more confidence than you do. 

The footsteps eventually start up again, but you do not stop. 

You will not stop, not until you need to. 

This continues for a few minutes, the presence not far behind as it makes no effort not to be heard. But you don't react. You keep your head up and arms stretched out to touch the walls. 

You're starting to gain the confidence you feared you lacked, keeping your mind on the goal. 

Just get out. 

That's when another giggle reaches your ears. 

It sounds like the voice of a little girl that's just played a prank and finds nothing more amusing. 

You flinch violently, using everything in you not to start running like your life depends on it. 

Closing your eyes, you decide you'd rather not see whatever might decide to show itself. 

You start walking a little quicker, but keep in mind not to run. 

The prayers repeating in your head are like a loud mantra that you're screaming internally, trying to block out the sound of the pitter patter of little feet running behind you. 

You have a horrid urge to turn and look to see how far behind it is, but you dare not. You probably wouldn't be able to see anything anyway. You're more scared though, that you will see something. You keep hurrying, fingers beginning to get sore from dragging along the rocks.

"Wanna play a game?"

A scream bursts from your lips and you flinch back at the little girl's voice suddenly appearing right in front of you. 

Slapping your hands over your face, you push yourself up against the wall. The feeling of the hard rock pressed against you brings the tiniest bit of comfort that at least something isn't behind you.

You don't want to see it. 

You don't ever ever ever want to see whatever it is. 

Or whatever it is pretending to be. 

Silence. 

Painful silence. 

A whimper gets caught in your throat. 

It feels like there's something standing right beside you, even though you can hear nothing. 

Don't bother thinking anything, just keep going. 

You have to force your legs to move. 

A million thanks pour from your heart when you feel nothing blocking your path as you continue forward, hands trembling as they leave your face and return to the wall on either side. 

-

JK walks back and forth in the small dimly lit area on the other side of the Backbone. 

Every once in a while, he glances up at the crevice that reeks of terror even as it just sits there. 

He's so confused. 

How could you even physically make yourself walk into that pathway?

No living soul has ever walked into that crevice and come out sane enough to tell the tale. 

The fear itself consumes them until they go mad and try to off themselves. 

He's a demon. 

He's the one that strikes fear in the hearts of humans, of all living things. 

And he will never step foot into that pathway. 

How could a small human girl call out to the darkness not to scare her and walk in without fear?

It's not possible. 

Nothing could make him face the entity that lurks there. 

He glances at the opening again. 

He might as well call it a bust and leave. 

She is not coming out of there. 

-

As you walk, you start to think of any memory you can to distract you. 

The tiny running feet picked up again, but you act like you can't hear it. 

Remember when we played hide and seek for the first time? You ask yourself. 

Yes. You do. 

You close your eyes, and the scene comes to your mind in crystal clear recollection. 

Yoongi was the first one to seek, telling you and your best friend to run and hide quickly, before he counted down from twenty. He said you weren't allowed to go anywhere outside of the gate. 

Taking off right away, you followed him to the old barn. 

"Come on Apple, let's hide here."

He held your hand as you climbed into the big barrel with him. Pulling your legs up to your chests, you tried not to giggle. 

Yoongi found both of you within a few minutes, laughing at you and telling you that you weren't supposed to hide together, you were supposed to separate so at least one of you could be the winner. 

Neither of you would hear of it, though. 

You would just need to find a better hiding spot. 

As the years came and went and more kids joined in, your hiding spots got better and better. 

Eventually, no one wanted to play with the two of you anymore because you were always the winning pair. 

They said it was stupid that you hid together and got caught together, stupid that the two of you insisted on seeking together. That it was cheating. 

You told them they were just too bad at the game to win with two seekers. Your best friend always nodded along, teasingly sticking his tongue out at them when they talked back to you, even when the two of you were young teens. 

A smile spreads on your face, your sore fingers starting to become numb as they keep rubbing and rubbing along the rough wall. 

You can see him waggling his fingers at them and mocking their taunts right back. 

A laugh bubbles up and bursts from your lips. 

Then a creepy giggle follows right after, close to your ear, which turns your stomach to rot. 

Ok. 

How about when you had the eating contest?

You gulp and conjure up the memory, refusing to open your eyes. 

It was his idea. 

The stupid ones always were. 

Well...most of them. 

"I bet I could eat more rice cakes than you." He had said one day.

You opened one eye to peek at him doubtfully. 

"Which ones? Honey?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I could eat a lot more than you."

That got your full attention and you sat up on the rickety cot he had placed in the corner of the abandoned shed a few months prior. 

Both of you had been putting whatever you could find that no one wanted anymore in there, slowly but surely making it your own special place. 

He smirked at you from his place on the ground. 

"You could not."

"Mother said I could," he sneered, "I'm a growing boy after all. She said because I'm eleven now I'll be more hungry than usual. And girls don't eat as much at this age, cause they don't need to."

He laughed at the red tinge that came into your cheeks and the tips of your ears. 

That always meant you were annoyed. 

"We'll see about that," You clambered off the cot, flinging straw everywhere as he jumped up too. 

With the help of some friends, you gathered as many honey rice cakes as you could manage without the grownups finding out. It was more than you thought you could get. 

Then the two of you sat in front of the plates piled high, your friends cheering you on as you ate and ate and ate those stupid sweets. 

You won, but at the cost of swearing that never again would you eat another honey rice cake as long as you lived. 

He made the same vow. 

He also apologized for his taunts and said he already knew you'd win. He just wanted to see you get competitive. 

Your mothers never could figure out why the two of you were sick for the rest of the day and you swore you'd never tell. 

You never did. 

The grownups never solved the mystery of where all the rice cakes went that day either. 

A shaky smile spreads on your face again, the memory warming your heart even as it clenches with fear. 

One step after another, you do not stop or slow down. 

It helps a lot to think about the past, so you wrack your brain trying to find something more to hold onto. 

The sound of footsteps running over to you from ahead this time, startles you enough to make you stumble and stop for a moment. 

Even though there is no audible or visual proof that there is something standing in front of you; you know there is. 

You swallow the lump in your throat but keep your eyes closed. 

"Open your eyes," Something hisses in the dark. 

You flinch when it outright speaks but make no move to listen to its order. 

Just act like you can't hear it. 

Don't engage. 

Gulping, you take an unsure step forward. 

Please, don't let me run into some little demon girl. 

Another step and there's still nothing in your path. 

I am an angel, I do not fear you. 

You take another step, then another, and another. 

It seems like whatever it was, has left. 

Picking up the pace, you start to wonder when you're gonna reach the end. It feels like you've been walking for a lot longer than it ought to take. 

Just as you're starting to think you might be reaching the end, you run right into a protruding rock. 

The feeling of a sudden object makes you shout as you stumble back. Then you put a hand to your chin and gasp a little.

You can't see, but the wet feeling on your fingers and the radiating pain are telling enough, you definitely hurt yourself.

What the heck?

You reach a trembling hand out until you feel what you ran into. Upon further inspection, running your hands up and down and to the sides, you realize with mounting horror that you've reached a fork in the road.

The rock you slammed your chin into is a long divider, the separator of the two paths. 

See, this. 

This is exactly what you were dreading. 

That thought brings a new wave of fear when you think of something else. 

This tunnel...is it always the same?

Your eyes widen and you reach out helplessly to feel your way down the left path. You don't have the time or the sanity to sit here and debate. 

You just realized something that you really wish you hadn't thought of. 

You were under the impression that this path was the scariest, but that it was always the same. Now you've figured it out. 

It brings your worst nightmares to life. If you imagine something you fear, it will happen.

Do not think. 

Do not think of anything but good. 

Tears build in your wide eyes as you feel the wall and hurry as fast as you dare in the dark. You don't want to be around when your nightmare inevitably takes form.

-

JK sits on a rock in the corner of the small room, staring at the opening. 

He's not sure why he hasn't left yet. 

You're not going to walk out of that path, he already knows that. You'll go insane and-

He picks up a small stone and tosses it against the wall, not even flinching when it echoes loudly. 

Of course you had to go and ruin his plan. You're so stupid. 

Of fucking course you chose the worst path. Now he gets nothing. He knew you'd fuck him over; he did all of this for absolutely nothing. 

Grinding his teeth, he picks up another little rock and chucks it at the wall angrily. 

-

I need to think of more memories. 

You keep walking quickly, trying desperately to grasp any memory you can, but they flit through your frazzled mind quicker than you can snatch them. 

Honestly, it's so much worse now that you figured it out. 

Now your mind is betraying you and shuffling through everything that's always scared you even as you scream at it not to. 

It's like that time when Yoongi told you not to think of a bowl, and that's immediately what you pictured in your head. He would always laugh at that and he would get you every single time. It always annoyed you, you tried so hard to think of anything else but always pictured what he said not to.

The mind is a tricky thing to control at times. 

Especially when clouded with fear. 

Your stomach plummets to your feet when you hear maniacal laughter coming from somewhere far behind you. 

Nope. 

Nope, you gotta think of something good. 

You smack your head, trying to pound a memory into it. 

Oh!

Yes! That’s it!

You keep walking as you try to picture when you and your best friend had finally been allowed to sleep in the shed overnight. 

Your mothers never wanted you to sleep anywhere away from home the whole night, always insisting you two get back before everyone went to sleep. 

It was incredibly annoying, especially when you became teenagers just wanting some independence. 

But finally, it happened. 

It was on his seventeenth birthday. You had turned sixteen shortly before and both of you had begged your mothers, insisting you were more than old enough to spend the night away. 

It was honestly ridiculous, your mother had been scolding you for not getting married yet, and here she was not even letting you spend a single night away. 

"You act like you're so mature, that you can handle being in the woods at night, and yet you're not mature enough to be married? All of your friends are married. Aren't you embarrassed??"

"Why should I be?" You stomped your foot, "I don't want to get married yet!"

"Why not?" Your mother had gasped, "You want the whole village to see you as the old maid that couldn't get a man? Or perhaps the village whore that runs off into the woods with her boy best friend?"

Your mouth twisted in anger, and you said some things that made your mother pause. You felt bad for hitting where it hurt, but it was true after all. 

Then her face hardened. 

"All the more reason to get married and have children quickly. Maybe spending the night away from home will knock that into your stubborn head."

You had stormed out after that.  

A frown graces your features as you hurry through the path. 

Maybe this wasn't the happiest memory to choose from. But it's a good distraction so you stick with it. 

You met him by the old swing where he told you he was allowed to go. Honestly it was silly of him to ask at that point, he wasn't considered a failure and could do whatever he wanted. 

He was a boy after all. 

You had a feeling he only asked because he cared a lot about what his mother thought of him and always wanted to do what she wished.  

It wasn't the same for you. You always tried so hard to do your mother’s will. 

But no matter what, you never felt good enough. 

She was never going to be proud of you.

So, you stopped trying. 

You shake your head and make yourself jump to the part that will bring you comfort. 

He ran on ahead, encouraging you to go faster until he had you laughing. 

The shed was looking the best it ever had, with a small table by the bigger cot you shoved in, and the torn curtains hanging from the little window above the cot. 

There was also a chest where you kept extra clothes. 

"Finally! This is going to be great," he jumped up and down and clasped his hands, "Are you not excited, Apple?"

You nodded enthusiastically, your sour mood completely gone, “I am!” 

He walked over to the chest and opened it, pulling out two pears he had hidden there previously and presented them to you with a fancy flourish. 

You laughed and took one, bowing in a silly manner to match his. 

He grinned at you, "No one can reach us here, Apple. We've got all day and all night to talk about whatever we want, to do whatever we want."

It was such a relief. 

To be away from prying eyes, to not be the center of gossip for once in your life. 

The two of you munched on the sweet fruit and gossiped about everyone else in the village. You talked about how you suspected your friend Jisoo was with child and he shared how he had caught Minho with one of the Kim sisters in the barn. 

That was the thing. 

Everyone else in the village was actually doing questionable things, yet the two of you were always the ones being accused of it. Simply because you were a girl and best friends with a boy and how you were still unmarried at the crippling old age of sixteen. 

They didn't care to know the truth, they liked to come up with their own stories of how the two of you snuck away to do sinful things in the woods. 

You both tried not to let it bother you, but when it came from your parents and friends, it was more painful. 

The only two people in the whole village that cared to see things how they really were, were Tae and Yoongi. 

That night was wonderful though. 

He even taught you a lullaby when you began to get spooked as the sun went down. 

You had always convinced yourself there was the ghost of a teenage girl in the woods like everyone said there was, the most horrific images coming to mind whenever it was dark. He never failed to fight those fears off. 

Your eyes fly open suddenly when you hear the sound of weeping. 

Oh no. 

No, no you did not just think of her. 

A chill shoots down your spine as the weeping grows louder. 

How foolish could you be??

"It doesn't exist," You whisper to yourself, "It was a silly rumor that someone made up and spread around for fun."

She was never there and isn't here now. 

It's all in your head. 

You start walking faster when the weeping gets closer.

That's when you remember the lullaby. 

Ok. 

You start whispering it to yourself, mumbling the sweet tone as you keep going forward. 

Forward, don't stop, keep going forward. 

Please don't stop. 

It's not real, silly. 

But you cannot stop.  

-

JK is about to walk out, then he hears the softest sound. 

A sound that has never breached the walls of Hell. 

Is someone singing?

He stops in his tracks, listening carefully. 

It is someone singing. 

What the fuck?

He looks over at the opening. 

It's barely audible, the person must be whispering, the sound traveling through the slender path as it bounces off the walls. 

It's not the creature in there, this voice is something that thing could never imitate. 

Just as he takes a step closer, a loud wail sounds, the color draining from his face as he freezes and stares into the empty blackness.

-

When a sudden wail bounces off the rocks, you collapse on the ground and cover your ears with your hands, shaking like a leaf.

It's not here. 

It's all in your head. 

Singing the lullaby was actually helping. 

That must be why it changed tactics, to get your attention. 

You sit there curled up for a minute, the weeping calming to a soft cry once again.

You need to move. 

Now!

The sound of bare feet suddenly sprinting down the tunnel towards you makes your heart fly to your throat as you jump up and take off running like your life depends on it. 

An anguished cry echoes down the path behind you, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. 

You don't even care about being careful anymore, you're running with arms pumping at your sides as you pray that you don't run into anything. 

And that nothing catches up to you. 

"Wait!" The voice sounds guttural and insane.

You trip and fall, arms and legs sprawled out against the ground for a second before you try and pick yourself back up. 

"Don't, please-"

The sound of a crying girl begging for you to stay sends a chill into your bones that you've never felt before. 

She's right behind you. 

"Help me-" she croaks out. 

Still shaking, you turn and look behind you.

A foolish idea. 

It's still incredibly dark, but now you can see the silhouette of a girl that doesn't look much younger than you. 

A raggedy dress hangs from her skeletal limbs and knotted hair falls past her shoulders. 

You can't see her face; just the contorted position she's standing in. 

You want to close your eyes. 

But you can't. 

It's like they're being physically held open so that you can watch yourself be tormented by whatever this is. 

"Won't you help me?" Her voice is low and scratchy, it sounds like she needs a drink. 

"You're not real," you whisper weakly, more to yourself than the figure in front of you, "You're not real..." 

"Help me." Her voice is stronger this time, as if you're starting to anger her. But still she only stands there, legs bent at an odd angle and stick thin arms hanging limp at her side. 

Her head cocks, and you notice that her hair is covering her face. 

For some reason, it's getting light enough for you to see more of her, but no more of your surroundings. 

Your heart is pounding out of your chest, body frozen in complete and utter terror as you stare at her. 

You've never been more terrified in your entire existence. 

It isn't real. 

A skinny hand reaches out and towards your figure still cowering on the floor. 

"H-h-h-help me," A choking sound bubbles out of her throat and she starts to twitch, a strange convulsion that looks like she can't control. 

Moving as slowly as you can, you start to stand. 

The figure just seems to watch you through her curtain of matted black hair, hand still outstretched. 

"Why do you need help?" You ask quietly. 

Another foolish idea.

Her head cocks to the other side so suddenly it startles you, but you keep your eyes locked on her. Through the strands of hair, you see an unnaturally large smile spread, full of teeth that look too big for her mouth. She stands half a head shorter than you. 

"I want you to be my friend, forever," She whispers in a horrifyingly teasing voice, “You always ignored me, even when you were a little girl. Both of you played without me,” Her voice breaks tearfully but the smile grows.

You need to get out of there. 

Now. 

You're too scared. 

You cannot move. Especially knowing what will be behind your back and will be watching as you go. 

She knows about you and your best friend. 

What else does she know? Was she always there, watching us in those woods?

It doesn’t matter.

There's nothing more you want to do than turn and run, but you're frozen. 

Give me strength, please. 

You are an angel of God, do not fear her. 

Suddenly you feel your limbs unfreeze and you turn to walk away slowly. 

You can feel her staring as you walk off. 

The end has to be close; you can make it. 

It seems like you might actually get away, but then a loud screech sounds and you're tackled to the ground. 

You flip on your back and start trying to fight her off, then you freeze in horror when you see her hair has moved and she's staring at you with huge eyes that bulge out of her head as she screams wordlessly in your face. 

Out of your control, your body seizes up and starts shaking so hard you can't even move as terrified screams rip from you. Her hands wrap around your throat and start to squeeze. 

The scene in front of you continues to send you into a state of pure panic over and over again. Her insane eyes as she screams and screams until blood dribbles from her mouth. She's straddling your chest, bony limbs pressing into you. 

I can't breathe. 

I can't breathe. 

It feels like you’re about to lose consciousness, no matter how hard you fight it.

Then you suddenly feel a small flame of anger light in your chest, and you grab her wrists, squeezing them as hard as you can even as she continues to choke you. 

You are not about to let this hag ruin everything. Not after all you've come through already. You are so close.

A pained gasp leaves you as you pull with all your strength and separate her hands from your neck long enough to scream as loud as you can, "In the name of Christ, get away from me!!"

It's like some invisible force rips her from you as the ground starts to tremble. She flies back and onto the floor, the most horrendous shrieks coming out of her as she covers her ears and flails like she's being tortured. 

You watch as her back arches from the ground and she convulses. Her lips are tearing from the enraged wails she's letting out. 

Then you're up and running. The ground quakes and you stumble. Stones begin to fall as if the giant rocks are splitting, but you don't stop. There are inhuman shrieks echoing all around you as you run full speed ahead. 

Finally, there's a sliver of red light. 

You charge for it and hurl yourself out right before a big rock falls on top of you. 

Curled up and shivering, you let out a horrified sob as you lay on the ground. 

You did it. 

You made it out. 

Eventually, it feels like the earthquake stops. You open your eyes and look around. 

Then you see him.

Sitting up in surprise, you stare at the figure to your left that's on his hands and knees, shaking uncontrollably. 

"JK?"

You stand up, wobbling a bit before you walk over to him. 

He looks up at you and you see sweat dripping down his face as it scrunches in pain. His eyes look dazed, then they focus on you and anger flashes in them. 

JK stumbles to his feet, towering over you as he grabs your shoulders and drags you closer to him and shakes you, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screams, "Why did you-"

He cuts himself off, then shoves you away, his hands quivering as he grabs at his head and stumbles back into the wall. 

"Fuck!" 

You step back, hands coming up in small fists as you tuck them under your chin and watch him anxiously. 

"W-what did I do-"

The demon's glare fixes on you again, seeing you looking quite small standing there in confusion as you look at him with huge innocent eyes. 

Innocence. 

That's what causes him so much rage. 

Your stupid innocence. 

He walks over to you until you need to crane your neck to look at him. 

"What did you do?" He pants, "Do you think there's anyone else as stupid as you that would utter that name here?"

Oh. 

That makes sense, you were just so distracted you didn't think about how it would affect more than that demon in the tunnel. 

Oh, well. 

Not like they don’t deserve it.

"Oh, is that all?" You shrug and walk around him, "Where's the exit?"

His jaw clenches as he stands there for a moment before turning to look at you. Long dark locks fall over his eyes as he stares at you in enraged disbelief. 

"Are you serious?"

"Am I serious about what?" You ask, this time he notices how scratchy your voice sounds. 

You stumble when his hand grips your arm tightly and he yanks you over to a different pathway, pulling you through it without a word until you two come out.

The red sky greets you, the smokey air even thicker than it was on the other side of the Devil’s Backbone. 

He shoves you, letting go of your arm as he does. You fumble for a second on the loose rocks but keep your footing. Then you turn and look at him, noticing how heavy he's breathing. 

"You are the most despicable creature I've ever come across," He seethes, chest rising and falling in angry breaths, "You're lucky that you have some use, or you'd be so fucked you wouldn't even believe it."

Straightening your back, you look at him steadily, "Oh yeah? You keep making threats like that," You walk over to him, "And yet I can bring you to your knees with a name."

You see him gulp as he stares daggers at you.

"You can hurt me, demon. But I can break you," You whisper. 

The demon's jaw clenches so hard it nearly shatters his teeth. 

The stare down lasts for a full minute.

"Who are you?" He finally says through grit teeth, voice quivering with rage. 

"I'm the one you promised to bring to the center of Hell," You still don't break eye contact, "And you will get nothing from me until I say so."

The fact that a mere human has the audacity to speak to him like this puts him in a state beyond anger, beyond hatred. 

He despises you with every ounce of his being. 

You don't flinch when he grabs your injured wrist and squeezes it harshly. 

"Hurt me all you want," You snap, "I'll take you down with me. If I'm in pain I might as well give you a hard time too, don't you think?"

He pulls you closer, his lips hovering above your own, so close you can feel his breath against your mouth. 

"Wanna call a truce?" You ask with a smug smile.

"Fuck you," He seethes, then lets go of your wrist and steps away. 

A truce then. 

You finally let out the breath you were holding, noticing that your hands are shaking slightly. 

Glad that worked. 

For a minute there, you were worried it might not. 

Lifting your head, you look over to the long stretch of mountains, burnt and smoking. Not far off, you can see flames rising and hear the sound of screams echoing. 

You close your eyes. 

Just hold on, ____. 

You can do this.

Opening them again, you look over to see him glaring at a rock on the ground. 

A scratchy laugh leaves your throat, and he looks up to see you holding a hand to your neck and wincing. 

Seemingly recovering quickly, you bring your hair around to the front and give him an amused look. 

"Don't be too mad at me," You call over, voice breaking, "It only means you can't hurt me anymore."

He scoffs, "I can do whatever the hell I want."

"Ok."

You start walking down the slippery slope, ignoring his glare following you. 

"I'm choosing not to hurt you right now," He calls after you, "It has nothing to do with-" 

You nod and give him a thumbs up, trying to focus on your footing and not fall on your bottom and go sliding down to wherever this leads. 

JK breathes out slowly and stalks after you. 

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A few hours go by of just slipping and sliding and trying not to tumble down the mountain and end up in a heap at the bottom. 

You're tired but feel a spark of hope inside that keeps your energy up. 

"Where is the bottom??" You eventually gasp out, grabbing onto a rather large rock and holding a hand to your chest. 

You hear him scoff somewhere to your right. 

"What? Now you're complaining about walking down a mountain? Can't even do that, little mor- ah, fuck!"

Your head whips to the side when you hear rocks falling and a surprised shout. 

A laugh bursts from you when you see him on his butt, a look of bewilderment on his face as he sits on the side of the mountain. 

When it hits him that he just slipped and fell, his face turns red and he looks over at you. Anger is quick to take over as you see him clench his hands. 

You're laughing so hard you can't even really hold yourself up. Your grip on the rock slips and you scream as you fall to your hands and knees, grabbing the rocks so that you don't slide. 

"Ha!" He shouts from where he's slowly getting to his feet. 

A smile tugs at your lips at the way he very gingerly walks over to you. 

"Look who's falling on their ass now," He huffs when he reaches you. 

"I'm not though, am I?" You laugh as you look up at him from your position on your hands and knees, "That was all you, buddy."

His face falls, then his mouth twists in irritation. 

"Call me that again and I'll throw your ass down this mountain."

"Gonna help me up?" You ask, reaching a hand out. 

"No," he snaps, then starts making his way down the slope again. 

You can't help but laugh some more even though it hurts your throat; he's acting like a spoiled toddler that didn't get the cookie he wanted. 

Fumbling, you finally get to your feet and follow him carefully. 

Ten minutes go by and neither of you have said a word, just quietly looking for your next steps. The end of the mountain isn't far now. 

You swallow, your sore throat making you wince.

A few times, you make a wrong step and start to slip, but you're able to keep your balance. 

Thank goodness the bottom is close; your legs feel like jelly and your whole body is aching all over.

He doesn't look back once, just keeps trudging forward, face set in a scowl. 

As you wave the smoke from your face, you're not looking where you're going for only a moment, but that's all it takes for you to step on a loose rock and stumble forward. 

The steep mountainside makes it impossible to stop with your momentum. Your arms flail in the air and then you're falling. 

"Ach!" 

He turns at the sound of you shouting and rocks falling. It's a split second before you fall past him when he reaches out and grabs you. He's not sure why he did it, but there's no time to dwell on that. 

It all happened too fast, he didn't even think before acting, didn't brace himself before catching you. 

You collide into him and knock him over, sending both of you tumbling down the rest of the way, feet flying over your heads. 

You only stop when you reach the bottom. 

The sound of both of you panting is all you hear for a few moments. 

"Fucking hell," he eventually groans. 

Opening your eyes, you're met with his dark ones staring right back. 

A few seconds go by but neither of you move. Then you realize you're on top of him. 

JK doesn't tear his eyes away from your face as he watches the realization of the position you're in dawn on you.

"Oh," You say slowly, "Oh! Sorry."

You scramble off of him and onto the ground, small stones digging into your knees. 

He doesn't move for a second, just stares at the sky, then you see him gulp and sit up. 

"Remind me to actually break your wrist when this is over," He snaps, "Idiot."

"Don't count on it," you say quietly, then give him a small smile when he looks at you. 

He just stares at you blankly, then turns away. 

"Come on," He grunts as he stands up, not offering you a helping hand. 

Not that you expected it. 

"Are we in the sixth circle?" You ask, looking around. There's nothing but mountains, the flames you saw are on the other side of the mountain you're standing at the foot of now, "Don't tell me we have to climb up and then down this one too." 

He looks over to see you looking up at it and shaking your head. 

"I should make you climb it, but no." He sighs and rubs his temples as if he’s got a massive headache, "Yes this is the sixth circle, no I won't tell you anything more, please just shut up for a minute."

You say nothing, but only because you're confused about his simple answers and the fact that he even said 'please'. 

"Just-" He rubs his hands down his face and sits there for a minute. Then he snaps his fingers, and the small fire appears right in front of you, making you jump, "Just-...let's just stop for a minute."

"Ok," you say with a small voice. 

He walks over to a rock and plops down onto it, his hands going into his hair and gently yanking on it. 

You hear him muttering to himself. You think you catch him cursing you out, but that doesn't surprise you. 

Deciding to just sit on the ground, you pull your legs to your chest and wrap your arms around them, resting your chin between your knees. 

"How did you get out of there?" 

You look at him when he speaks, then you put your chin back where it was. 

"I thought you knew. That's why you're so mad at me right now, isn't it?"

He scoffs, "Right now? When the fuck did you ever think I was anything other than pissed at you?"

You shrug, still staring at the fire. 

Silence goes on after that for a few minutes, then he clears his throat. After a moment passes and he doesn't say anything, you lay your head on your knees and close your eyes. 

A broken cough rips from your chest and you wince, hand going to your throat as a reflex. 

Without any warning, he gets up and comes closer until he's standing over you. 

"Get up."

"Why?" You whisper tiredly, voice cracking, "I thought you wanted to rest-"

Your sentence gets cut off when he takes your arm and pulls you to your feet. 

"Why can't you just listen to me?" He snaps. 

You don't fight him when he takes your shoulders and faces you towards him. 

As much as you hate it, your heart starts hammering in your chest when he leans closer. 

"How old are you?" He asks quietly, his eyes going back and forth between your own. 

You gulp and avert your gaze, refusing to look at him. 

"Nineteen," You choke out. 

"Nineteen?" He says in what seems to be disbelief, "How can a nineteen-year-old girl take on the entity you faced?"

"I don't know," you say, trying to pull away. But he keeps a hold on your arms.

You start coughing again, a sharp pain slicing down your throat as you try to get a deep enough breath. 

"What happened in that passage?"

"What do you mean?" You look at him, then you immediately look away again. You’re not sure why you can’t face him right now. 

Before you can move from his grasp, you feel a hand on your jaw. He gently turns your face, then moves your knotted hair until he can see the bruises along your throat. 

"She did this?" He asks softly, a tinge of something more in his voice that you can’t decipher.

Your eyes fly to his, your heart thundering so hard you feel like you might pass out. 

"Yes."

The sound of your voice seems far more broken than you meant it to. You're just so tired, you don't know how much longer you can keep up this strong act. Your body aches so deeply, your bones feeling infected with exhaustion.

Without your consent, tears start to brim in your eyes. You haven't even gotten the chance to process the past few hours yet. It was so terrifying, and you had to just go from one thing to another without a moment to think. 

You close your eyes. 

Give me strength. 

The feeling of a gentle thumb running along your cheek makes your eyes fly open and meet his. 

His other hand falls to your throat. 

A shiver runs through you when the feeling of soft fingers brushes against the marks on your neck. 

"Why won't you give up?" The demon whispers so quietly you barely hear him, his eyes drifting over your face. 

You swallow the lump in your throat and lock eyes with him, not letting yourself look away this time. 

"Because if our places were reversed, he would never give up on me."

He stares at you for a moment longer, then he takes a step back. 

You pull yourself from his grip and walk over to the other side of the fire.

Dropping yourself to the ground, you curl your legs up and hug them again, stuffing your face into your knees before a sob can escape. 

He watches wordlessly as your shoulders shake with silent grief and you hold yourself tighter. 

The demon eventually sits down on the rock again, thumb moving to his mouth as he bites at the nail absentmindedly, his eyes glued to your figure on the other side of the fire. 

If this is what love does to humans, why do they dream of it and never want to let go?

JK tears his eyes from you and focuses on the fire. 

If this is what it breaks you down to, he’s glad that he will have no part of it. 

Imagine being so pathetic you’d lower yourself to that.

Love is weakness and misery. 

Then your words pop into his mind, and he swallows thickly. 

“You’re already in Hell, how much lower can you get?”

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Sweet Dreams; Sad Reality| Yoon Jeonghan|pt 2

Part One Here:

Synopsis: Jeonghan finally caught you touching yourself while having sweet nasty dreams of him. Would you let him bring your dreams and greatest want to reality?

Paring: Yoon Jeonghan × Fem reader.

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"Answer me Y/n . . . I don't have all night" he demanded causing you to flinch.

"You!"

"Be more specific" he growls

"Fuck it Jeonghan! I want you" you snapped frustrated at the fact that he had you like this. . . without even trying.

"Good" he leans in till his mouth was just above your ears as he takes your hand placing it on the bulge in his pants. "I'm only going to ask you once . . . do you want me to fuck you or make love to you?" He whispers in your ears, his hot breath causing you to hitch a breath.

Truthfully you wanted both. Needed.

"I uhhh __" you stuttered

"I can do both" he says and you're pinned beneath him in seconds.

You shouldn't allow this, someone could walk in but the thought of getting caught excites you more.

He takes a moment you take you in, his eyes scan your entire body, dragging his gaze till it stopped on your lips. You bit your lip in anticipation but he doesn't kiss you. Jeonghan runs his hands gently over your clothed heat and you curse at the touch.

"I can smell your arousal from here and it's making me so hard I might nut in seconds" he says pressing himself into you teasingly. Yes, he's really extremely hard.

He drags his hand from your heat till he grabs your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. His gaze never leaves your face and you can see the smirk on lips. He seems to be enjoying this, torturing you with his touch like this. You probably look like a cock- hungry slut right now but for Jeonghan you'll be anything.

His lips captured yours in a slow kiss, hands roaming your body till he cups your boobs. You can taste the alcohol on his lips, he's been drinking but thankfully he's sober enough so this doesn't end up as a 'drunken moment'.

His tongue runs over your lips and you open up, granting his tongue access into your mouth. His tongue reaches the depths of your mouth and you moan into his. Unable to keep your hands to yourself, you grab his hair urging him to do more because your body needs more. Needs Jeonghan.

Tearing away from your lips, he begins to trail sloppy kisses on your neck as his skilled fingers undid the buttons on your blouse, it is ripped off your skin in seconds revealing your black bra with a bunny charm attached. Perfect choice because right now, you are a bunny-in-heat. Two years is such a long time to survive without sex, not even the quickest flings.

He continues peppering kisses on your skin, he reaches your stomach and pauses to hold your gaze.

"What hap__" before you could get the words out, Jeonghan dips and licks your belly button. "Fuck Jeonghan" you scream. How come you never knew how sensual this could be?

"You liked that didn't you, now try not to scream too much. This room isn't soundproof" he says as he continues the sweet assault till your sweatpants were off, your bra following immediately leaving you in just your panties which were already super soaked.

His latches on to your boob, as his hand cups the other, flicking the nipple while his tongue ran over the other. He's sucking, squeezing, kneading, smooching, licking and nipping with no consideration for the angry throb in-between your legs.

Your hands, slipped under his oversized white shirt, tugging at the hem, he takes your cue and pulls it off him. Still not satisfied, you help yourself in a sitting position and your fingers find the drawstring of his trousers. He pauses, watching you trying to take it off.

"Impatient are we? mmm?" He teases as his hand snakes round your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your fingers slip from his trousers, going round his neck as his hot mouth takes yours in a searing kiss. He's not exactly gentle this time, it's hot, it commanding and it's wanting.

"Jeonghan please ?..." You beg detaching your lips as you came up for air even though your lungs were filled with the scent of him. You can't believe he's kept your panties on all this while.

He pushes you back onto the mattress and quickly takes off his trousers, you see the outline of the bulge through his fitted boxers and you do not need to be told that this slender man had a truck in between his legs. You gulp at the sight as heat rise to your cheeks. You're about to be ripped open for the second time.

"Don't worry I'll be gentle" he says looking at you, following the movement of your eyes. He palms his crotch and you gasps watching him run his hands over his dick. Your hands too impatient flies to your panties but he grabs your it before you slip in your fingers.

"You don't get to touch yourself, it's how we ended up here, do it again and I'll fuck you till you're unable to leave this room with both legs" he growls.

You nod as beads of sweat form on your forehead. This was too much. Jeonghan was pushing your buttons. He wanted you to beg for him and that's exactly what you do.

"Touch me please. . . Jeonghan" you plead taking his large hands to your boobs again.

"I'm touching you Y/n" he chuckles holding your gaze "you should learn to be specific and I'll give you what you want"

You swallow hard as your eyes stray to his crotch again, licking your lips. You were so hot it felt like your body was being boiled - cock deprivation should be taken seriously in today's world.

Finally willing to save you from his slow torture, he leans in, planting a kiss on your clothed heat as his fingers fiddle with the waistband of your panties. You lift your hips so he takes it off easily, leaving you bare before him.

"So wet. . . .so fuckin drenched. You're so beautiful, more than I ever imagined" he says tracing your folds as his gaze travels down your body. Ok, maybe you weren't the only one who'd been thinking things.

He shifts and positions himself between your legs, holding each leg with his hands "like I said, do not scream" he said quietly in a husk voice before burying his head. He begins his worship session by breathing in your scent first before kissing your purring intimate lips causing your body to quake.

Without warming, his tongue drags over your folds and your hand flies to your mouth to conceal the lewd sentences rolling out.

"You taste so sweet, I could feast here all day" he praises and resumes his administration. Tongue flicking over your bud and you whine, raising your hips in a roll, thankfully his hands hold you down.

"Fuck . . . Fuck. . . Fuck" you moan breathlessly, your legs trembling, hands gripping the bed tightly as he fucked you with his tongue, his lips sucking and licking your clit till your eyes were stained with tears. He slips in a finger and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"So tight. . . need to stretch you out well" he groans and adds another finger.He curls them, pumping them in and out of your clenching cunt till you were a moaning mess, earning your first orgasm on his tongue and fingers.

"You did well baby girl" he says dragging himself up to kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips. He licks your earlobes making you shiver "I want you now Y/n" he whispers and you melt at his word.

"Then take me" you whisper back, surrendering yourself to him.

You feel his dick brush your pussy and you suck in a breath. He pauses to look into your eyes, as if asking for permission.

"Raw?" He mouths.

You nod, unable to wait any longer. You wanted him right now. The sheer need to be fucked overwhelming your senses and better judgement. "Yes Jeonghan. . . Raw. Take me already"

You'd probably take an emergency pill afterwards since you weren't on birth control. The thought of Jeonghan staining your walls with his cum made your pussy throb painfully.

Your legs circle his waist, eyes still locked in a gaze that screamed many unspoken words as he lines himself at your entrance.

He mouth captures yours again in a kiss, a very slow kiss as he begins to push himself in slowly and painfully, his length stretching you out nicely. You shut your eyes which swelled with tears at the slight sting. He pulls out and you whine at the emptiness, he smiles into the kiss and he fills you up again, this time at a go till he bottoms out.

"Look at me Y/n . . . Look at me as I take you completely" he growls as his hands cups your cheek.

Your eyes open at his command, he begins to thrust into you at a slow and agonizing pace as his darks orbs bore into yours.

He's drilling into you so gently, earning repeated gasps from you at his size which you were still adjusting to. You close your eyes falling deep into the pleasure, his hands kneading your breast.

He continues his snail-paced thrusts, delicious sounds leaving his lips driving you wild with want. You need more, more of him.

"Han. . .nnie more please. . . . more" you beg.

"I told you told I'll make love to___"

"Fuck me Jeonghan!" You snapped cutting him off. He could make love to you some other time. Not now, not this time. You were too needy and wrecked with want for lovemaking. You needed him to pound into you till hungry beast in your inside burst open. He could make love to you another time.

Another time?

Will there be another time?

"As you wish princess" this is all it takes for him to pick up the pace. He pulls out and before you can react, he rams into you, almost causing you to choke. This is what you wanted, needed.

He's nibbling on your collar bone as he thrust faster into you, making you cry out loud from so much pleasure.

"Fuck Y/n. . . . you take me so well. I thought you'd break at my size. You. . .you're perfect for me" he says and you clench, making him curse.

Your hands dig into his back as he keeps pumping into you. "So fuckin perfect. . . . You're mine Y/n. Fuck! You're better than I imagined. I waited for this for so long. . . Such a fuckin long wait" he groans as his hands holds your neck choking you slightly.

You feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm building inside and you pull him in, kissing him this time.

"You're clenching so hard. . . uhhhh" he groans loudly, his name leaving your lips at the same time as you reach your peak, your orgasm pulling in his too. You feel him twitching, painting your insides with his hot liquid as he buries his face in between your boobs.

"You're mine Y/n. Never forget that" he mumbles breathlessly and your eyes water again.

Yes, there will be a next time. Many other times because now you have Yoon Jeonghan and you won't be needing those taunting dreams anymore.

Note: sorry it took so long to update the part 2. I got caught up with work and some projects. I literally dreamt of this and knew I had to update before I choke in the dream 😅. I typed so fast and didn't get to edit yet. Pardon any typos please.

[gold-rhine]

Hello! How about praise, lingerie and cockwarming for heizou, dainsleif and beloved babygirl kaeya?

warnings nsfw

ngl i'm a visual person and a sucker for lingerie. all three of them would be fun to do in it, but tbh you leave me no choice. it's gotta be kaeya. my man might have no ass, but he has legs for days. thigh high stockings on *that*? absolutely obscene by itself. with his penchant for corsets, black leather and chains? borderline illegal. normally i prefer lace in lingerie, but i feel like it's not really kaeya's style.

a more structured leather look, not the boring straps on rings harness, but a pseudo-corset amalgamation of curved and angular shapes, with transparent mesh thrown in between. open back, the whole concoction hinges on the wide choker collar. narrow chains on the collar, over the shoulders, on the waist to loop over the hips, stockings transparent black with wide leather ribbons on top. there's probably a flimsy robe with the white fur trim over the whole thing, waiting to be thrown off. the overall look would be absolutely ridiculous and over the top on anyone else, except it looks incredible on kaeya. this whole thing is also exceptionally frustrating to actually deal with, as a metaphor to the disaster this man is himself, so much seemingly on display, but nothing is truly accessible and when you try to find how to open it up, its complicated and overlapping and you're not sure where are you even supposed to start. and kaeya is gonna be an insufferable tease and purposefully unhelpful too, all over you, arching in your hands, breathy delighted chuckle and whispering against your ear, dirty and aggravating. he wants to see what you'll do. do you have patience and self-control to actually figure out the clasps despite his provocations or do you just rip it open, betraying how much you can't wait to get to him? fascinating either way. (there's a secret third option to make him open it himself, but for that you need to know how to play your little incubus like a fiddle) in any case, some time later you should have him under you, spread and exposed, complicated leather pieces running askew, one stocking pulled down and the other having a tear, and he'll look ravished and exquisite at the same time, and it'll be worth it without doubt.

ngl my top thing to do to dain is actually lingerie, but you had to put kaeya in the same ask, so i'm gonna go praise for him i guess. i wouldn't say he's into service play per se, but he enjoys like. being given tasks that require self-control or endurance and then being praised when he completes them well, he's similar with diluc on that, but dain likes harder stuff and is much more experienced. so like, fuck his face without mercy, deepthroat, fingers buried in his light blond hair, pulling harshly, making him choke and gag helplessly, and then tell him he did good while he's trying to catch his breath on his knees in front of you, shaky hands wiping at the wet corners of his eyes

heizou - cockwarming, right in his office. the important thing is to make sure kujou sara is somewhere far on the assignment. otherwise, this exhibitionist little whore loves being seen sitting on your cock, not outright visible, but very fucking obvious from how he's squirming and trying to fuck himself, how ruffled and debauched he looks without you needing to even do anything, he'll get there himself with how he's writhing in your lap, pouting and begging you to finally fuck him. if someone scandalized actually manages to find sara and bring her to the office, heizou'll cover your exit like "you told me i can't wear collar that says "cockslut", you didn't say i couldn't BE one. how do you think 90% of my cases are being solved, huh??"