#KILLING DOIED WITH MY BARE HANDS

[anachronistic-falsehood]

the part of roier’s stream where i lost my absolute mind

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi love can I get a tiramisu with a side hot coffee (w baby trapping) made freash by Max Verstappen ty 💛

bakery menu (complete)

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i have tons of items to choose from and i'd love for you to check them out! any driver is available (must be 18+, duh) so please feel free to throw your orders my way <3 i love the way your mind thinks, lovely anon. that's one way to get competition off the track! i hope you love the fic!

tiramisu (“my little slut to ruin.”) + coffee (rivals au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, driver!reader, rivals au, baby trapping, (technically) unprotected sex, jos verstappen jumpscare, missionary & mating press,

max knew the hunger of racing. it was almost a blood lust. it was a fire in the belly of a driver that pushed them to such limits that it would kill some. formula one drivers were all striving to be the best. max knew this quite well, spending years in a shadow he could never escape. he yearned for approval but it always came to him like a bitter pill. but, not you. you were the track's princess, praise came to you on a silver platter.

and it annoyed the hell out of max. many prayed for his downfall both on a driving level, but also on a personal level. people wanted him to fail, but those same people wanted you to fly high to a second world championship.

so when he saw his own father smiling at you and give you a firm hand shake followed by a pat on the back after a spectacular win. max knew there was one thing to do.

make sure you never stepped foot on the track again.

"c'mon, schat." max said as he leaned against the doorway of the motor home on the track. he saw you walk by back to your teams. he crossed his arms and watched you on shaky legs.

you made a face, "treasure?" you laughed, your voice bounced a little down the row of motor homes for the weekend, "max verstappen, do you forget who i am?"

he snickered, "currently you look like a shaky deer. why are you in heels, you never wear heels?" the two of you butt heads often. you seemed to get under each other's skin often enough.

"it's called going on a date, max. have you heard of those? plus, shouldn't you be fucking some grid bunny tonight? we are on your home turf, might as well trap some poor girl with your bastard."

he laughed louder, "funny. were you having a night on the town? i bet you opened your legs to whatever manager you could find. whoever would give you the biggest contract." his words were biting and so were yours. while it was always better to catch flies with honey than vinegar.

it was easier to catch a rival with vitriol than kindness.

you got your heels off and threw them one after the other towards him before you stopped over bare foot to get in his face. you got onto the small porch and he was all smiles.

"do you have-"

"of course. after all, you're not the first grid bunny of the weekend." then pulled you into the motor home with a slam of the front door. before you could chew him out for that term being used towards you. he had you pressed against the door of the motor home with your leg wrapped around his hip and his large hand pushing up the already short skirt of your dress.

he had no interest in any of the fans with his face plastered across their fat tits. while the women of his home country were beautiful, his eyes were set on the snapping jaws of another driver.

his lips down your neck, teeth grazed across your pulse point and it made you shudder. nipples grew hard under his touch. he started to grope your breasts and you moaned out loud in the near empty motor home.

clothes were shed, leaving you vulnerable. it was a surprise that you made it to the bed. for a brief moment as you dragged him to the bedroom, max thought he was going to breed his future wife on the linoleum wooden floor. and max may have wanted you bred asap but, he wasn't going to hurt your poor elbows and knees. his wife deserved the best, you were going to be doing a big thing. giving birth to the next legend of the track.

"schat." he said softly his mouth to your ear. his strong arms wrapped around you and pulled to his chest. his hands then went to your breasts where he groped the flesh, near bruising them. they were only going to get prettier once you got pregnant. he felt lucky tonight.

"max. fuck." you groaned before you managed to pull yourself away from him and get onto the bed. you propped yourself up on your elbows as you gazed at him. he eyed your beauty as he got closer to you and the bed. his cock at full attention.

oh yeah, you'd never step foot in a car again after tonight. well give it a few weeks and then you'll be off the track for good. he got between your legs on the bed. he got those lovely thighs around him as he continued to gaze at your figure.

"pretty thing." he said, "should i be worried that another man touched you tonight? or were you a good girl?"

you looked at him, "you're not my husband. max. you don't own me."

max smiled before he leaned over you, his bare cock almost slipped into your slick hole as he grabbed a condom from the box in the nightstand. you were trying to get out from under him before he slipped in without protection. a condom was what you thought was your savior. but, max had pricked little holes in it earlier, when he found out you'd be back to the track late.

you watched him get the condom on, the low light made it almost impossible to notice that there were small tears int he tip of the condom. with enough force of his hips, max could probably tear through it. you held onto his forearms as he rubbed his cock up against you for a few moments before he sank inside your sweet cunt. it made him groan and feel a heat in him.

"perfect little thing. i bet you thought about me while you were out. thought about all the thing i'd do you that's why you came in here, right? because you knew you'd get that cunt fucked out."

you felt your ears burn as he continued to rut against you. you dug your short nails into his arms as he thrusted against you. his cock was like a bully, just like the rest of him. but it made your toes curl as you laid under him.

max verstappen was your rival and now he was too busy gorging on your cunt like he owned it. like you were a couple. but, little did you know. the plan was going well in max's mind. it wasn't a difficult one anyway. he just needed his achy, thick cock inside of your gooey cunt and finish inside of you. the rest was biology's doing so he could take his hands off the wheel for that.

and if you weren't pregnant there was a whole other leg of the season plus the off season to really make sure it took. but, you strived for perfection, it was written in your dna. so you'd be good and take him the first time. let his baby sprout in your sweet womb. no need to think about racing when you're caring for his child.

"jij bent de mijne." he said like a promise as he picked up the pace. his cock shoved into the softest parts of you. for such a bitch on the track, your pussy was gummy soft and just pulled him in.

you whined and arched your back. max enjoyed the heavy rise and fall of your pretty breasts. oh, you were beautiful. maybe he was lucky, giving you a baby now. not allow anyone else on the grid to get a taste of you. because you were the kind of woman that men got addicted to.

he picked your hips up further and started to really work at it. your legs were over his shoulders while he fucked you with such vigor that you couldn't find it in you to grip onto the covers under your back. your toes curled while he pounded into you. heat flashed across your body and you felt like you were on fire.

you panted and moaned while max was determined to breed you. you'd be such a pretty mother to his children. did you think he was stopping at one? no. because with you he was going to breed champions and that fact made pleasure lick up in his stomach. he watched you squirm a little as you neared climax and it made max hot all over.

yeah, it was only right that he bred you. keep you off the track and at home with the kids. no need to step on anymore toes in formula one. retire with grace and raise his kids. put that hot feminine body of yours to good use, grow them well in your soft womb. be good for your husband.

he leaned further, pushing you further into yourself to kiss you hotly on the lips once more. he felt your cunt tighten around him as you panted heavily. he had you in a full mating press as his cock bruised your sweet insides. poor thing, marked forever by your rival. the kissed between you two were hot and left heat dripping through your body. his cock felt heavy between your legs. pushing you to your limit. that was a good future mrs. verstappen. you climaxed, he watched bliss crossed your face as you tensed up then relaxed. your heart hammered in your ears as you laid under him, knees to your chest and over his shoulders while his leaky blunt cock head hit against you.

he came soon after, but even when he stilled to a stop. he kept the position to make sure every last drop knew where to go. now wasn't the time for mishaps. he knew that the condom was fully torn at the tip. there was nothing protecting that pretty cunt of yours.

sorry, schat, that was the game. and as max looked into your dazed eyes, he thought that you didn't mind. when he put your legs down and got you on your stomach.

you whimpered a little and he shushed you with heated kiss. he didn't even try to pretend he changed the condom before he was back to being inside of you. you two had a long night together.

max hungered for a lot of things, but as he listened to your sweet whimper and moans, he hungered for one thing. your cunt happily drooling down his cock.

-

"think he's going to do it?" max asked, his arms crossed over your rounded middle. his head on your shoulder as you both watched your eldest son do a second lap on the track.

you looked at him and replied, "of course he will. he's our son." your son, remko was eight now and had taken to the track like nothing else. maybe max's plan didn't work when he made you retire years earlier due to being pregnant with your son. you would eventually step on the track again, first watching your husband win three more championships and now your son taking an interest in it.

you turned back to your son as he hugged the curves of the track. you worried your bottom lip a little. it was a little too much hugging for your liking. you rubbed your lower back. maybe it was the pregnancy emotions getting to you. making you worry.

your career ended after two championships. something you held with pride. you were married to max now, had a son and expecting another in a few short months. as max rubbed your middle and kissed your cheek. you did get one thing out of it though, a promise from your young son that while he would race under the verstappen last name, he'd happily race under your country's flag.

so while you couldn't bring your nation joy, you'd be nothing but smiles when your son held the flag high in due time. some would've considered that max trapped you with a baby (or rather two). but those same blue eyes and charming smile still lured you in. even though you had your doubts about that night being an 'accident', there was nothing you could really do now. both your boys needed their father.

"i love you." max said, hand wide across your swollen middle.

you looked at him, your rival turned husband. as your son crossed the finish line for his practice, you kissed your husband on the lips. the time of the laps were called and you said to max, "i love you too." then watched your husband pull away to congratulate remko on a good practice.

knowing your luck both of your kids will be in racing. and you knew if max had his way, the entire future grid would have the verstappen last name. <3

[giasfolklore]

BESTFRIENDS TO LOVERS ( ghostface edition)

༘⋆ toji fushiguro (ghostface play) x fem! reader! (minors dni ‼️)

༘⋆ toji going from your bestfriend to your best person

༘⋆ WARNINGS : ghostface cosplaying, (use of names like sweetheart, my love, good girl, darling), mean sex, basement keeping, terror of toji, creampie, multiple orgasms, knife playing, mentions of killing, cheating, possessive behaviour, exhibitionism, tummy bulge, choking, slight daddy kink, breeding, marking, blowjob, toxic relationships.

༘⋆ no use of y/n

You and your boyfriend choso have been together for 5 years now, at first he treated you like his sweet little princess he still does but only when he’s horny or wants money to spend. You both met each in university while going for the same course choso loved you, he really did but the spark faded away so quickly that it was like in an blink of eye.

One night you were home alone as choso went to some party and didn’t even bother coming back soon, you tried calling him but his phone was on silent, as you were bored you decided to watch a movie because why not? as you took the remote and played the movie on your tv you were hungry too and you finally decided to make yourself some popcorn. Movies and Popcorn what could be a better combination than that.

You went to the kitchen and you came to one more conclusion that you’re craving something sweet so now you’re about to make some caramel popcorns. Yum right? anyway you take the popcorn you made just now and you add salt and then you start to make the caramel mixture starting with melted butter, light brown sugar, and as it melts into bubblish base you hear your line ringing.

It was 11 pm, no one usually calls you at that point of time so you anyhow picked up the call without looking at the number or whatever.

“ hello? ” you said.

“ hello darling ” came from the other line.

Huh? Who even is that?

“ um hello? do I know you? ” you said getting curious now.

“ you’ll find out sweetheart, what’s your favourite scary movie? ” says the other caller.

And there was it pure rage on your face as you’ve seen kids and teenagers cosplaying ghostface and playing killer and bullshitting around so you weren’t really scared of the other caller as you felt it’s just some teenager pulling a prank on you.

You said “ uh if I have to probably name it, it’s Scream, you really thought? I would fall for your stupid trick or treat pranks? If you want candy or whatever just pullover and the prank is pretty fucking stupid any sane person woul-

You were interrupted by the hard knocking on your door, you were kinda scared now but you were brave enough to finally decide to put an end to this bullshit.

When you opened the door you thought it’s gonna be a bunch of teenagers asking for candy so you went with some chocolates on your hand but as you opened the door you saw a very tall man with a very good physique standing at your doorstep with a very long sharp knife, you were very scared at that point and he pushed you to the back with full force and caressed your cheek with the cold knife you were trembling very fast, he could feel how scared you actually were.

Has he ever made you feel loved? Like you were his whole world?

What the fuck was he even talking about?

Has he ever told you how much he loves you enough for you to feel butterflies in your stomach?

You started getting muffled tears. “ aw man come on now. why are you even crying ” his voice changer stopped and it turned into the voice which you can recognise anywhere. “ T-toji? ”

“ah hehe, the one and only”

“W-why are you doi- you were interrupted with a cloth on your mouth and your eyes became droopy and fainted being unconscious.

You woke up in a dark place, where toji was sitting on a chair probably waiting for you to wake up. You were still tired and your eyes barely opened he came upto you with a creepy smile and said “ so my baby is finally up huh? hope you slept well my sweetheart. ” there was the man CHOSO hated with his whole heart but still continued being friends with him, there was the man who could have everything he wanted but YOU.

You and Toji always had the bestfriend kind of relationship you both never had to deal with any misunderstanding but, this time toji has never looked more serious before than now! He wasn’t trying to play with you, he was willing to change for you. He WANTED to change for you.

He still hated how CHOSO stole you from him, he did know choso was very hot but not better than him as a person never better !

His eyes scanned yours trying to find some fear or hatred for himself, but he couldn’t find any your eyes were too soft for him. His face got closer to yours almost touching your soft lips. You closed your eyes because you knew what was coming and that’s exactly what happened you freezed at the sudden motion, of his lips crashing into yours but later it adjusted as you melted in the kiss.

Sudden flashbacks overcome your body, about how different your life could’ve been if you gave Toji a chance back then. “ fucking hell.. I’ve - been living my life like a living hell trying to stop every damn person from getting closer to you. ”he stopped the kiss and looked at you softly “ would you really hate me if I kill your loving boyfriend choso? ” his other hand where he had his knife, dropped it and looked at you trying to calm you for an answer.

You feel like he wouldn’t do it, but if he can do this why wouldn’t he kill him? what reason does he have to hesitate? he doesn’t have anything to lose.

You slowly dodged the question, moving your head side to side. His face grew with a sad and almost a scary smile thanks to your answer. He started kissing you all over again, it was heavenly, hungrier, needier.

HE WANTED YOU

DESPERATELY

“ on your knees ” he said and you ah well you could never say no to him you shouldn’t like this but you weren’t normal either that day anyway he took back the knife it made your body tremble it even made your pussy wet with the cold sensation of the knife.

“ I knew you would be into freaky shit like this my love . Suck my dick . NOW ! ”

Toji watched you as you unbuckled his belt, his leather boots pushing up against your your little clothed cunt making you make muffled moans. “ you’re so cute my baby so eager to have daddy’s dick stuffed into your mouth, I bet Choso doesn’t know how to fuck your pretty pussy right. ”

The way he wasn’t scared to put his words had you weak on the knees already. The view of his thick cock hanging in front of your soft lips made you whimper a little. You wasted no time into taking him in your mouth.

“ holy fucking shit! it feels like me and you are meant to be my baby, the way you’re sucking on my cock right now is the best thing that can ever happen to a man alive. ” he said breathlessly.

Toji was mean as fuck he fucked your throat until your saliva was sliding down his balls. You could literally hear your phone ringing but you couldn’t care less, you were nothing but a dumb girl sucking his cock like you owned it. YES YOU DID.

“ don’t worry babe, tonight’s going to be the best night you’ve ever had, I’m going to fuck the soul out of you. ” his words made you so wet that you couldn’t even describe the feeling.

as you both got done he took his cock out and cummed all over your face. “ such a pretty girl and all for me, just me. ”

“ stand up sweetheart. ” following his instructions, you stood up from where you were sitting. He removed the black gloves he was wearing his naked hands now touching all over your body getting you undressed.

In a matter of minutes you were laying down on your bed (he locked you in the garage just to scare you), while Toji towers over you. Over your naked body. Your bare chest, your hands moved automatically to explore his body for the first time.

Ringing came from your phone but it was all done and forgotten in the hall room.

He gave your pussy a few hard pumps, craving the way the walls of your cunt. The chilly air sent goosebumps across your skin as your naked body became exposed to the empty apartment. Your walls clenched around him so tight that he thought that would stop the flow of his dick. He has already taken three orgasms out of you, playing for the fourth one.

As he saw your tummy performing a bulge of the way he was fucking you literally meant, he was so deep inside you. “ T-Toji-i, please slow d-down. ”

Your hands moved to try and grab at the black locks on his head but Toji was too quick as he snatched up your wrists and pinned them down to the table. The honeyed arousal dripped from his chin as your orgasm crashed into you without warning. The bed shook as his tongue sent tremors of white-hot pleasure throughout your body.

“ do you want choso to know how much of a whore his little princess is? ” Toji cocked his head, a vicious smirk playing on his lips.

“ are you there princess? or are you already cockdrunk? ” he rasped, tightening his hold on your hair. You shook your head, whining with pleading eyes staring up at him, hand going to grasp the arm that held your head up. Your eyes teared up because of his harsh grip.

“ fuck! would you look at that? the tummy bulge! I can feel choso doesn’t fuck you right because of how tight you are right now baby ” he’s fucking you senseless right now, one hand has a tight grip on your legs holding it up and the other is feeling the tummy bulge. “ you would look so pretty filled in with me, round and prettiest with another fushiguro inside of you, is that what you want my little princess? you want us to have a baby huh? trap me sweetheart so I can mark you mine from your stupid ass of a boyfriend. mhm? ”

-

the next day you woke up in your bed, feeling secured and warmer than the usual temperature. You picked your phone and checked the time it was 6.03 am until you realised who was hugging you; Toji. If it wasn’t for geto you’d have already been his. He was still sleeping, you turned back and looked at him and he looked so beautiful.

His pretty sharp face, his scar even looked pretty on his lips and his beautiful eyes, he’s calm. He looks so cute.

You didn’t know when you passed out while making love to each other, but you do remember how you lost feelings for choso kamo.

You got up from your bed to get yourself some water, but you were interrupted with a few knocks on your door. You almost jumped thanks to the view.

There he was, your boyfriend, ah hell no. EX BOYFRIEND…. CHOSO. He had his message box opened in his phone and his eyes were clearly red.

“ um, choso? ”

“ SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE WHORE! so it all turned out to be true huh? ” he signalled his finger towards your hickeys on your soft neck which were clearly visible.

You then understood exactly what he was talking about, but you decided to play dumb since you knew he has no proof. “ what are you talking about? ”

“ WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?? ” he questioned you again he couldn’t believe you were still playing dumb. “ maybe ask your brand new boyfriend about it. ” he gave you the phone there were many messages of him making you his and you both doing it today no matter what. You look back at choso trying to come up with an explanation, but you’re interrupted by Toji.

“ aw come on, choso we all know you have some bitches waiting for you, but you treated my princess as one. ”

“ you fucking bit- ” he tried to attack you.

“ ah- ah stay right there, don’t even think about touching her. ” he came in front of you with a proud smirk showing “ remember what I told you the last time? ” he stepped closer to him. “ if killing you- means getting closer to her I wouldn’t blink twice. ” he knew you were his now and no one could stop that from happening.

He chuckled and patted on his shoulder saying “ i told you, she belongs to me if I saw you here one more time you’ll be good as dead. ”

He said those last words and slapped the door on his face without any emotion and turned to you with a smile and said “ so my baby, what do you want for breakfast today? come on I’ll make you something delicious. ” you ran to him and gave him an unexpected kiss, he kissed you back with love and said “ I love you, I always have and I always will. ” you smiled at his words and gave him a peck on the lips.

[katelynnwrites]

i can do it with a broken heart | laura freigang

warnings: angst with no happy ending

word count: 831

summary: you're determined to fake it 'til you make it, even with a broken heart. also known as your the reader's perspective of down bad

a/n: the third installation of my 'the anthology' blurbs series

you can feel laura’s gaze on you, from across the locker room.

a few short weeks ago, you would have blushed and teasingly told her that it’s rude to stare.

now, it makes your heart clench so you plaster a large smile on your face and turn to look at tanja, starting an intentionally cheerful conversation.

it is impossibly hard for you to ignore the blonde, especially when her eyes are on you again, this time in the club as you and your teammates celebrate the club’s win.

in stilettos, you have a drink in hand, a pretty sequined dress on and your makeup is done to perfection.

she’s sitting alone, at a table by the side of the bar and you can practically read her mind. you know her well enough for that.

‘she’s having the time of her life.’

well you can show her lies.

you can show up to trainings on time. you can attend every team bonding with a bright expression. you can do it all. even if it’s killing you inside.

because you’re a real tough kid. you can handle your shit.

after all they say you gotta fake it ‘til you make it. and you will.

so the one thing on your mind, repeating over and over as you push through each and every day is ‘lights, camera, bitch smile.’

even when you wanna die, you will do it.

your ex said she would love you all her life.

you believed her. you still do because you see the dark circles she has. she’s clearly devastated and barely holding herself together.

and you know it is all your fault for breaking up with her.

but you had to. had to because you love her so much. you trust her excessively and before you fall any harder for her, you needed to stop yourself.

it would have hurt too much when you landed and you know that if you allowed laura to love you the way she wanted any longer, there would be no coming back from that kind of pain.

so for your own sake, you had to leave her. even though it gives you overwhelming guilt to break her heart.

but you can grin like you’re winning and you can hit all your marks.

you’re playing better than ever because you know you are good. you know you’re good because you can do it, even with a broken heart.

you cry a lot now that you have left the striker but you are still so productive that one could consider it an art.

really, it’s only through the extensive uses of subtle makeup, face masks, cooling eye packs and the odd frozen metal teaspoon that no one has noticed it yet.

most of your relationship with laura was spent staying over in her apartment but there were nights that were spent in yours.

more than a few if the way you keep finding her things in your drawers is anything to go by.

first it was a old penn state sweatshirt. the next, one of her retro frankfurt jerseys.

now it’s her favourite pair of jeans.

you choke on your tears when you find it among your own clothes.

she’d worn them to your first date.

laura might keep looking at you but she avoids you like the plague otherwise. she doesn’t want to walk near your cubby in the locker room or be in the same training group as you.

she must hate you and you can’t blame her.

it is part of the reason why you cannot bear to return any of her things to her. they are the last tangible memories you have left of her, crucial evidence that for a brief time, you had the love of your life.

you feel like you’re drowning in your grief now but you can hold your breath.

because you’re a real tough kid. you can handle your shit. there is no reason to drag the german woman back into it, if she would even deign to give you the time of day.

so breaking down, you’ll hit the floor. all the pieces of you shattering as the fans chant, ‘more!’.

you might be depressed and you might be struggling but you will be damned if you’re not doing your best.

you will show up at trainings and team bondings on time, with a happy grin fixed on your face. you will only post the most positive and staged content on your social medias and you will not let any of your teammates or most importantly laura herself, see just how not okay you are.

‘lights, camera, bitch smile.’ you think once again.

even when you wanna die, you’re doing good. you know you’re good because you’re miserable and nobody even knows.

you swore that you would fake it ‘til you make it and you’re doing it.

it’s your new job and you are not going to let anyone try to come for it.

[bbyblueetypes]

Super Hero- Welcome to the Mind Fuck pt 1

this is my first whump story so bare with me. These are @gatheringofsuffering s and I’s ocs. i enjoyed this plot so i decided to write a story with it.

CW: [implied] Whump, Mind control whump, wounds/head wound, panicking, super power whump, blood 

There has been nothing but silence from the other end. Typically you'd think that'd be a good thing, a weight lifted off the shoulders of all of us. But of fucking course, its not ever that easy. It'd be different if they were fucking dead. But they're not.. they're hiding.. planning. Planning for something we need to constantly keep our guard up for. Cain said he doesn't know.. our best guess we could come up with is a fucking ambush. How pathetic. Our patrols have gotten longer, our security better. But somehow it never seems to stop the creeping feeling they'll find a way. A way to us.. a way to him. They want him dead. And as much as i would have gladly killed him myself months before.. now i'm not sure. And it makes my fucking brain hurt. Everything hurts.. when he looks at me.. when he sneaks into my room at night because he's afraid.. when he grabs my hand.. leeches onto my body and follows me around like a puppy.. when we kiss. God.. fuck.. he ruins my reputation. He ruins a lot of me. Yet of course here we are standing in the empty, dusty, junk filled abandoned buildings on our 14th patrol of the day waiting for the other to speak. Waiting for the enemy to swoop in finally and save us from this awkward fucking silence shit he does. Cmon Zay.. don't let this small soul eater kick you off your game. Of anything that could? I refuse it to be him. 

“Offly quiet” 

I speak up finally, voice echoing slightly through the empty rooms. One of us had to. He doesn't even look at me when I do. Simply continues his pace around the room, the sounds of the soles of his shoes scuffing against the dirty concrete beneath him.

“..you know i don't like speaking when they could be around.. don't want to see them”

His voice is soft.. quiet. As though he's afraid of them hearing and coming for him. Quite frankly he should be. But who was I to instill a constant fear like that into him? And how fucking boring would that be as well. So I lied.

“Chances seem slim.. but know you don't”

“And.. it'll be fine if they are because it's not just me.. and they cant control me”

He speaks as though he's trying to convince himself. I watch his face as he proceeds to scan the room, the random garbage leftover from hiders, the caving roof and the torn wallpaper. I can only nod for a moment

“Exactly.. we won't let that happen to you, well help you”

He only nods at my poor attempt at comforting. However his small smile he can't contain makes me think it actually helped. That's a first. But unfortunately for him and the rest of us I can't keep that shit up. So back to what I know best. I finally tear my eyes away from him as I proceed to scan the room's flooring as well.

“So get to chatting.. too damn quiet without your mouth”

“Awe miss me that much? I thought you hated me”

Little shit. Don't ever think I'm helping your puppy dog face again.

“Okay you can shut it now”

That only earns me a faint giggle from him and suddenly I feel lighter. If you can't fix it.. distract it.

“We both know that's not what you want me to do”

I can't help but roll my eyes at his comments.. he was always so witty . He's almost the only other person besides Z to ever match my wit. Sometimes I think that's part of why the hatred couldn't last.

“Debatable now”

“Yea? What changed Zay?”

It's the first time he even looked in my direction since we got here, and i can't help but turn to meet my eyes with his. He’s like a fucking drug. Sucking you in constantly with one glance.

“You became an ass like always”

He doesn't skip a beat. I smirk as he replies cocky as ever.

“I'm not an ass pretty boy and you know it..”

Pretty boy?

“..I've been wayyyy worse”

He has.

“Oh so nicknames now?”

He shrugs at me with his sly little smirk. He knows what he's doing.. he always does. No one’s here.. zees gone.. empty building.. just us.. fuck- no. I can't do this, Zees taking him next time. He finally pulls his eyes away from me and to the room around him once more, making his way from one to the next. I follow him.. pretending to watch anything but him. 

“Nothings here.. whole place is empty and shit”

“Won't be complaining when there is something to do”

I chuckle at his ignorance. There's one thing you learn not to do in hero work.. Speak too soon and jinx yourself. And he only proceeds to get worse. 

“Aren't we supposed to be finding something?” 

He giggles at himself, almost as though i was stupid for suggesting such a thing. If the gods were with him today, everything would stay as quiet as it is right now. But I won't let him know my worries in the danger of his words.

“I mean.. If we find something that's a plus i guess”

“Soooo just search an empty building?”

He walks slowly, one step in front of the other delicately across the concrete floor as he speaks. I watch every step he takes, for someone so smart.. He's so naïve. I can't help but smirk a bit as I shrug my shoulders slightly, focusing my attention back onto the random items on the old dusty shelves and torn, aged curtains. 

“Shit Z says.. has to be done. We make sure there's no sign of assholes hiding out.. No sign of them being here. As long as there's nothing of importance that's all we care about. Get in, get out.”

He proceeds to find me amusing, chuckling his soft chuckle again echoing throughout the room.

“Like chores.. But for buildings”

“Exactly.. Thank zee for being that mom”

Keep it lighthearted, keep the joking going. That's all you can do to keep it calm.. And keep the boredom of the task from killing you from the inside out. I turn my attention back to him when I hear his soft voice speak close to my ear.

“Rooms clear” 

He speaks soft into my ear. How he got so close is beyond me. I barely even heard him move. 

“Just junk and shit here”

He proceeds to speak while I'm still trying to figure out how he so casually moved across the room like a fucking mouse, no scratch that a mouse would've made more noise then he did. Once i give up trying to comprehend his quite movements, I finally speak.

“Yes sir.. Onto the next then?”

He opens his mouth as though to speak once more, only to be stopped by a familiar sounding voice across the room.. Too familiar.. A voice we dread hearing every single time. Her heeled boots followed.. Tap.. tap.. tap .. across the concrete flooring as she spoke. I immediately turn in her direction, casually shielding Cain with my body as I do so. 

“Junk? Haven't you heard, One man's trash is another's treasure?”

I couldn't feel Cain.. But I certainly saw it in his face. He was tense. Stressed. It happens every single time she's nearby. He's afraid of her. His own mother. Not biologically of course. But the one that raised him his entire life, when no one else wanted him. When he was alone and everyone was fucking scared of his power. Just like everyone was scared of mine. As much as i hated to admit it.. We weren't really that different.. He was like Z.. like me.. We were all feared.. all left. We were all framed to be something we weren't. But alas here we all were.. Together.. Being heroes and shit.

“W-why are you here..?”

He stutters despite his efforts.

“Just walking the town, noticed you two seemed lost”

“Lying ass”

I mumbled slightly, That comment was meant to stay in my head. Luckily, he speaks before she can pick up my snarky comment.

“Were not lost, so go back to your walk or whatever”

Her eyebrows raise, he's never been one to talk back. Especially to her. Zee would say he’s been spending to much time with me, maybe that’s true.. but fuck.. come on its pretty fucking hot right? Just me?

“Why.. haven't you gotten snarky little one? Shouldn't speak that way to your mother..”

“..can say whatever I want”

Alright.. so maybe we're treading on dangerous ropes with his attitude. But Who am I to interrupt a family reunion?

“Id watch yourself before you get someone hurt”

“..why you're here, isn't it?”

She only smirks, turning her attention to me once again with her sharp gaze. I could almost make out a glare in her eyes as she looked me up and down. She despised me, maybe even blamed me for Cain's attitude.. For his absence in her life. She wouldn't be too far off if she had. Finally the wicked witch speaks up.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met.. Zayden right?”

Well..

“No” 

I glanced momentarily at Cain.. I didn't need to watch him long to see his confusion. His stress begin to grow. I know I'm fucked. He knows it too. It's exactly what happened to him.. Probably more than I know. She only smirks at my response though something gives me the feeling she doesn't find me very funny.

“Don't lie to me Zayden, Cain already gave you in. didn't you, little one?”

He- no no he wouldn't do that she's just a fucking liar. Suddenly there's a pounding in my head. Small at first.. I focus on it. I focus and I- I feel it getting bigger. When did it get there? Has it always been there? I can hear them talking. What are they saying?

“I-i did? What are you talking about?”

Its him..  He sounds so far away.. Why can't I answer him? This pounding- holy fuck.. Is this what she feels like? Suddenly I hear my name and i try to put aside the pounding for a moment.

“Zayden, why don't you come with me? Clearly he's not very careful with you, hm? Clearly he doesn't care whether what he says hurts you or not.”

Why the hell would he do this to me? My body doesn't feel like mine.. As much as I don't want to, I can't help myself but obey. My feet move themselves in her direction and I watch her smile widen. She's happy? She's happy to have me.. No ones happy to have me. Just as my feet start moving I feel his gentle hand grasp my arm. What is he doing? As I look in his direction I am only met with desperation on his face.. He's panicking.. Why is he so panicked, I'm okay I'm doing as I'm told? He should know better than anyone..

“Zayden.. . stop..”

His voice.. His voice cracks just slightly, filled with nothing but desperation to match his expression. I can't..

“Zayden, here. Now. don't let him treat you like that anymore.”

Her voice speaks from my left.. Let go of me please.. I need to get to her.. I pull my arm away from his loose grasp. If he really wanted me to stay he would have held me harder anyway.. It's an act, it's all an act. She might just be right.

“Zayden please snap out of it please..” 

I see him press our panic button, right on the sleeve of his suit. I can see the slight blinking of green light up my right wrist. He wants zee. Why doesn't he trust me? I can fix this without her. I'm just as fucking good as she is! Every part of my body is screaming for me to rip my fucking head apart, find the source of the pounding and make it stop. Make this fucking pounding stop! I can hear her giggling in the back. Move.  i cant fucking move. Just move.

“You should know better than anyone little one, he doesn't stop until I say so.”

“Let him go.. You-you can't just do this..”

Oh my fucking god she's not doing anything! I'm doing good! 

“Oh but I can.. And I am. Your actions have consequences little one.. I raised you better”

“Just let him go.. He didn't do shit!”

He sounds so pathetic begging for someone who doesn't need saving. She thinks so. I think so.

“Zayden.. Please calm him down for me? Tie him up.”

One command. One simple ask of me is all i need for the nerves in my body to light up once again. I feel my body moving before i can even think. I find myself moving toward him and reaching out my arms for his. I grabbed them harder than I should, but I needed him to stay.. Not like he held mine. Easy to pry away from. Easy to leave. He didn't try. Not like me. He tried to back away// i see his feet practically stumbling over themselves.. Why doesn't he want me now?

“Get off.. Don't- don't touch me.”

Why?! I can't speak. Its to fucking much. He doesn't want me to touch him? fine. I watch myself shove him back. And back. And back. Until he falls back into a nearby chair. 

“God he's so much easier then you are little one” 

She's not talking to me.. But the praise is still there. She wants me. I am better. I am not secondary. I hear the slight whimper in his voice as start to tie his arms to the chair, when did i get this rope? Where did it come from? I can't stop. His whimpering hurts. But I can't stop.

“Stop it, let go! Stop controlling him please Rowan..”

“I'm not done yet”

I'm not being- no no I'm not.. I'm fighting it. I know the rope is tight little hero.. Just let me.. Let me. 

“Please.. Please don't do this..” 

He's pleading, he's pleading not to her but to me.. But I can barely think about it, it's only a small thought in the back of my mind as I feel myself proceed to crouch down onto my knees and tie his ankles in just the same way as his wrists. I need him to stay.

“Quit struggling. Wouldn't want him to have to break something, would we now? Look at him I'm sure he could do some real damage couldn't he”

I feel him stop at her words. He stopped pulling. He stopped fighting me. He still listens to her, just like he always used to. Just like he used to follow her around as her personal little heal toy. Yet somehow he's concerned about me? It's pathetic truly.. The way he betrayed her.. Who's to say he wouldn't do it to Zee.. to me..? He’d fuck  us all and he wouldn't even think twice. I don't remember walking.. All I remember is being back next to her. At her side watching as the frown on his face only grew the more he stared at me. I could barely even feel the feeling of her fingers combing through my dark mess of hair as she ruffled it.

“Look at him.. Such a good boy isn't he Cain?”

“Please let him go rowan.. Please..”

She was praising me.. She was proud of what i had done.. Was he ever proud of me? I don't feel like me.. I don't feel like the me he would be proud of. She only chuckled in his response.

“What? Maybe ill keep him for a bit. Maybe he doesn't want you anymore, why would he? You'd betray him just like you betrayed your own family.”

“Y-you're controlling him.. I'm not stupid he-he wouldn't do that..”

His voice cracks. P a t h e t i c. p a t h e t i c. p a t h e t i c. 

“Oh really?” she smirked as she spoke “and what makes you so sure? You barely know him”

“H-he promised! And he wont do that.. He wouldn't do that..”

His voice quivered as he spoke.. I could hear it. She could hear it. It satisfied her. The desperation.. The begging.. The fear. She wanted this. I wanted this. She scoffs at his pathetic attempt at reasoning. With her? With himself? Didn't matter. 

“Promised? Don't be such a child Cain.”

He stayed silent. Had he given up on me? I try to focus on his face, his expressions. Tried to find fear of my own. His face never changed from the state it was in. he just remained silent as i felt her small arms wrap around my right one tightly.

“So strong.. Surprised he hasn't killed you himself yet”

“..please just let him go.. Ill go with you or.. Whatever you want please just.. Just let him go rowan..”

“And miss the fun opportunity? Absolutely not. What lesson would you learn from that?”

There it is. Just as strong as before. The fear and desperation as he pulls on the ropes once more, not seeming to care about the threat he was given not 5 minutes prior. Why is he fighting me so hard? A small glimpse of blinking green shines once again in the corner of my eye. He’s calling for her again. He really.. Doesn't.. Trust.. Me. I want to throw something. I want to punch the nearest fucking wall, or hell even person. But my thoughts are cut short by her soft chuckle in my ear.

“Maybe i should make him do all the punishing, maybe then you'll listen more”

Was he listening? He didn't seem to be. I just watched him continue to pull his wrists free of the tightly bound ropes to no avail. Then i hear it.

“Zayden..”

My name.

“Stop him”

Stop him.

No..

 Kill him. 

Please..

Beat him. 

I cant..

How fucking pretty his blood will look on your hands. Your angry. I know you are. 

It.. I-I'm not fucking angry..! 

Let it out. Its okay. This isn't real anyway. 

Stop it!

You wanted this didn't you? You wanted him gone. Just you and Zee again. Nothing to get in your way. 

FUCK!

My bodies moving, i can feel it move to him faster than i ever have. I watch the fear grow in his eyes. But not for her. For me. My hands wrap around his small neck easily. I'm squeezing tightly and he can do nothing to stop my hands from breaking his small neck right there. He doesn't move.. Is that on purpose? All i can do is watch his eyes stare back at mine, glossed over and welling with tears.

“...Zayden… please…”

His voice is weak.. Soft.. searching for any air I might accidentally let in. I cant move my eyes from his and for a moment I question myself. Do I want this? This isn't.. Something I wanted. I was here to protect him.. Zee trusted me to protect him.. And yet here my hands are on the bring of taking the very life I was entrusted with. Not only by her.. But by him too. No.. no no no this.. Let go.. Let go.. Let go! Suddenly he’s on the floor, trying to curl himself as much as he can.. Trying to catch his breath quickly as though I may take it away once again. I shoved him backwards as hard as I could and now tears stream down his soft cheeks as he whimpers in pain. 

“Already listening more than Cain ever did with you”

The white haired fucker spoke up for the first time in what felt like ages. I almost forgot he was even here. Part of me wonders if he really poses any use to this shit except being the getaway bitch. 

“Maybe i should just keep him instead, way stronger too.”

I pay no mind to their conversation. Instead, focused on the small boy in front of me on the floor as I place one of my boots on his chest. Not like he was going anywhere if I hadn't. Nor would his eyes dare to leave me either. He winced at the pressure, still attempting to breath from my last attack.

“Zayden please you're- you're hurting me please g-gonna break- gonna break my ribs..”

No no.. I cant break you.. I - I need to save you.. I'm gonna help you.. I need you alive little hero. Everyone elses voices are nothing but muffled gibberish until i hear my dreaded name once again, not a foot from me, as she slides her hand up my left back and to my shoulder. Her grip tightens once she gets there

“-..Zayden, why don't you give him a taste of his own medicine? Not fair he got to stab you right? Bet you've been wanting revenge for that all this time”

Have I? I don't blame him for that.. do I? When did she get that close? Though my thoughts don't stop my body's instant reaction to turn in her direction and take the beautiful gold plated serrated knife she held out to me. Her initials engraved on the side of the blade. I can tell by the smirk on her face that she's pleased with this response. However, Cain was clearly not so pleased with this decision. I felt him panicking beneath my foot, attempting to pry his wrists once again from the rope. Once my attention was back on him his heartbeat felt like a fucking drum, I almost thought he’d have a heart attack before i even finished. Jax’s voice perked up again.

“Don't even have to worry bout what we tell him, quiet fucking puppet.”

“Not even a peep out of him. Zayden, you make things go away, take his sight while you're at it.”

Its true. My powers are no secret. I take away people's senses with a single touch. Cain hated his taken, I've known this. But even then this felt right.. I had to do this.. For him..? For me..? I wasn't sure. All I knew is my feet were moving as were my hands directly towards the fearful boy. His feet moved backwards as he stared at me, hoping it would save him from my grasp.. From my power. And it almost did.

“Zay.. Zay please you have to stop y-you can do it, know-know you can..”

His voice shook and his back met the concrete wall behind him. It only made him more frantic when he felt the cold wall and for a moment.. His words made me consider. I stopped for only a second, my eyes scanning his face trying to figure out why his words mattered so much to me.. My body.. My mind screamed for me to do it.. But I couldn't be rid of something deep in the back of my thoughts, screaming at the top of its lungs to stop. But it wasn't there for long, being drowned out by her voice giving me another order. Only three words.. But three words that clearly mattered more than anything screaming in my head. 

“Get him Zayden”

I could see her piercing glare at the small boy through the corner of my eye.. Though I'm unsure if he cared to notice too. Too busy attempting to avoid my touch once again. He reached out and grabbed me, a bold move but one i knew could be the end of me if he wanted. And for a moment i thought it was.. It sure fucking felt like it. The dizzying shot of his power coursing through my arm where he touched, straight to my head and all through my body faster then i could even think to move. 

“I-I'm sorry I'm sorry.. Please.. Please don't touch me..”

His words were pleading and genuinely apologetic. He made me fucking sick.. He’s done it before.. But not since.. Fuck I cant believe I was so fucking stupid. I cant believe he fucking did this to me.. It fucking hurts. I let go of whatever I had of him almost immediately and reach for my head instead, closing my eyes along with it. I feel like I'm going to fucking fall over. Fall 50 feet over a buildings ledge. I had one order and I couldn't just fucking do it.. Why cant he let me do this? All I can do is curse.

“Look at you Cain, fighting back? Against your new favorite person? Seems like your betrayal doesn't just include us”

I can feel her glare even when my eyes are closed, though its not towards me.. It stings all the same. Her voice is quaint and angry and i can hear his footsteps moving quickly past me. God this fucking sucks.. I feel myself sink down to the floor.

“Zayden. Zayden get the fuck up. You're tough aren't you? You're gonna let him treat you like this?”

Fuck I cant.. My body is screaming for me to move.. But I- fuck I cant. It hurts. I know the repercussions of staying here.. But I cant force myself to move. I hear him whimper a few feet from my left as he spoke once again.

“Please just leave him alone.. I-I learned my lesson, I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry..”

And for a moment there is silence, but only for a moment until I hear a voice I haven't heard quite yet, but familiar all the same. Her voice is light, soft.. But stern. She always has a distinct accent, haven't heard anyone's like it before. My only wish is that she made better time.. She's really gotta work on that.

“The fuck is this?”

Were never hearing the end of this. 

“Now the whole fucking party’s here”

I hear the stupid white hair teleporter speak to my right.. Seems as though he’s next to rowan now. Great. I force my eyes to open, observing everyone, though they don't seem to notice as their eyes are glued to the tall dark haired woman in her skin tight black suit that has now entered the ring. Rowans eyes roll as she speaks.

“Come to play? I'm sure he’d love both of you finishing his punishment for me”

Z shot her a glare in response, I had always found her crystal eyes deadly. Now I'm sure of it. 

“What? Cant fight your own battles all of a sudden? Done getting your ass handed to you?”

“Awe but its so much more fun to watch you all put on a cute little performance for us”

Rowans white haired pet speaks with a sly smirk on his face, I think if I could kill one person in the entire world and not get Z’s backlash on ‘being a hero’.. It'd be him. Though right now her look almost makes me think shell do it for me at this point. Cain had only curled up in the corner far from any of us. And for a moment my mind felt more clear, as everything that had happened suddenly rushed at me like a tsunami. All i can think of is him, and for him.. I immediately take my hand and touch my forearm.. Focusing on my power and taking away my own hearing. I used to do this often, mostly when i was tired of zees rant and lessons, or when someone on the train was just to fucking much.. So reading lips was not as difficult a task as for others, and now i can breath. Watching as the group argues and whines. Watching their lips closely.

“Entertainment? No wonder you all haven't taken over yet”

“Seems like were doing real fuckin good right now, entertainment or not” Jax snarked back

“Seems like you all are wasting your time once again, now should i kill you or should you go and leave us the hell alone?”

She was always giving them outs.. It was her only flaw. And one i feared would be her demise.

“Zayden, kill her”

Rowan seemed to grow tired of the arguing and yea.. Fuck you. I didn't move and inch from where I was and confusion was slowing growing on rowans face as she turned her attention to me, noticing my lack of movement. Her white haired pet noticed to, not wasting a moment to send his smokey powers into zees throat. she struggled to breath, grabbing at her throat and I could only watch for a moment before rowan lunges for me. I couldn't make out what she was saying to me, but all I knew it is was obviously really fucking dumb. I attempt to touch her, hoping that if I took away anything from her that her white haired pet would follow suit and disengage the smoke he had in Z’s lungs. I tried standing, fighting against Rowan to hopeful get an advantage. I was far taller then her, and id argue stronger, but only standing. She knew it to, as soon as I groggily got to my feet she attempted to back away.

“Fucking asshole! You were doing so well too!”

Wah wah. All I can tell from her expression is that she's whining. Shocker. Suddenly a flash of light was there.. Then gone. As was she. Her pet had teleported himself over and grabbed her.. Guess that works. Z’s now coughing up a lung in hopes to get her breath back and I am the smartest fucking person on the team. Everything's in harmony. The only problem is I’m still dizzy as a bitch.. And fearful of what I've done to Cain.. Trying to suppress those thoughts until after the danger has passed is easier said then done as they keep flashing in the front of my mind. How could you? He needed you? You did this. You hurt him. Soon my eyes are finding themselves distracted on the moving figure in front of me as she runs in Cain's direction. I don't dare move closer then I am already, I don't deserve that. I don't deserve him to see me right now. I don't deserve him near me.

“Hey.. hey are you hurt?”

She speaks in her soft, nurturing voice she always uses with him. 

“C-cant tell.. Cant s-see.. Hurts”

I cant hear him.. But I watch the pain on his face flourish. for a moment i think that maybe I should find the two fuckheads that caused this. To kill them or die trying. To show him I'm-.. I'm fuckin sorry. But my feet are planted where i am and I only watch as Z carefully crouches next to him.

“Can I touch you? I wanna make sure you're okay”

“Can- can touch me..”

He nods only slightly and it hits me. The chair. The chair I brutally shoved him over in as his wrists and ankles were bound, powerless to choose otherwise. 

“..Head.. check his head.. and his chest.. Check them both..”

She glances at me when I speak before immediately turning her attention back to the small boy, checking him over.. First his chest.. That was only littered with a few scrapes and bruises.. Then his head.. Fine for a moment until her hand slowly slide to the back of his head. The pain on his face was enough of an indication that she hit the spot, let alone the hard flinch that followed. She moved her hand away as fast as he had reacted to it being there to begin with, and with that her hand was decorated in a dark red liquid. If her face didn't show concern before it sure did now. It was written all over it. I did this. I caused this to him. He could die because of me. 

“Oh fuck Cain..” 

 “H-hurts so much.. I don't- I don't understand..”

He looks confused. I feel selfish. 

“You're okay.. You're gonna be fine here.. Let me lift you okay?”

I watch as she carefully picks him up of the floor before rowans mouth seemly opens once again, this time Jax no where near her. 

“Whos this Cain? Answer your mother. Should your mother know all your friends?”

“I-i just want to go home Z..”

This cant be good. Z seems to try to ignore her taunts, only frowning in response, but I cant say that its working the same for Cain. 

“I know.. We will.. I promise”

“Oh Z? What an interesting name. Why don't you come bring him to me Z”

The smirked grows on her face as zee stops for a moment and starts heading in the direction of the smart mouthed woman. And for a moment I think it might have worked.. But her eyes are still hers, as are her movements. They give her away, and suddenly I don't feel like the smartest person on the team anymore. 

“Good girl”

Rowan mused seemingly proud of herself as Z made her way closer to rowan. There was a pause.. And then finally, like a bolt of lightning, Z reaches out her hand as grabs rowans forearm. As rowans eyes grow wider and she attempts to yank her arm away from her grasp, I can only assume she's draining her. 

“Get off!!” 

Just then I feel a cold think metal pressed against my neck and an muscled arm wrap itself around me before I can make a move. 

“Fucken stop, or ill kill him!”

Her pets voice was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears, and of course he was right fuckin next to them. But as zee looked over at the screaming banchi, she let rowans arm free and she stumbled backwards just as quickly. Just as fast as the metal was there, it was gone. A flash of light left in its place as Jax teleported his way over to his owner, and then poof… they were both gone with the light. Wherever they went I couldn't seem to care. All i could focus on was the boy in Z’s arms still, looking at her suit that was now covered in his own dark red blood. 

“C-can feel the b-blood..”

“Hey hey, its okay. I'm gonna help you okay?’

Her voice and attention all back to him. Paying me almost no mind. Which was okay.. Perfect actually.. Really didn't need the lecture right about now. 

“I- I cant heal it.. I-I cant heal it I would if I could..”

He’s always trying to fix himself, fix everyone. Even when he’s the one dying. Which of course it’d be very convenient if his powers worked as so, but they weren't always so considerate. Z knew so too, but i knew she couldn’t break it to him. She never could. 

“I know.. I know you would its okay.. Head wounds bleed a lot even when they're small. Ill fix it for you and it'll be okay.”

I watch her as she tries to stop the bleeding with her hand. Only met with another small flinch and a scrunched face.

“Ow.. that-that really hurts”

“Shh I know.. I'm sorry. Let me take you home okay? Zay will follow”

He only nods and she gives me a short glance, hoping I would get the memo I assume. But that doesn't stop them from talking about me some more. 

“H-he okay? I made him sick I-I think?”

“He looks okay, I don't think he can hear, but that's his own doing don't worry about him”

Please don't worry about me, I don't think I can handle anymore fucking pity. I don't deserve it.

“I-I gave her his name.. I-I didn't mean to.. M I in t-trouble?”

Z shook her head, and I absently shook mine slightly as well. No. never.

“That's not your fault.. Absolutely not. Not even a little”

This time he didn't reply, only playing with the zipper and clasps on her suit as she gave me another quick glance, beginning to walk home. I just followed, a few paces back. Keeping my distance. I cant risk anything. I cant.

[bakugohoex]

loveee your work can i get 8 nsfw with my dirty boy shigaraki ?? 🤤

“keep moaning, go on”

pairing: tomura shigaraki x female reader

cw: MINORS DNI nsfw (nipple play, spitting, bath sex, riding, quirk play (shigaraki threatens reader with his quirk implied consensual), creampie, thigh riding, jaw grabbing, choking, corruption kink, praise kink, degradation), language, some fluff maybe idk 

word count: ​2000+

a/n: ria finally posting after two weeks and it’s about shigraki of all people, its a shock i know, and thank you so much my lovely this is probably like two months late but i hope you like it

summary: in which after a loss to all might, all shigaraki needs is a relaxing bath with you which ends up turning into a lot more

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Shigaraki was pissed, more than pissed he was frustrated and the whole league understood. After another failure, another downfall at the hands of All Might, Shigaraki was seeing red, and you instantly knew what was to occur when you heard the loud banging against your apartment door. You had seen the news, the mighty All Might having defeated Shigaraki once again and you instantly knew where his anger would lead you.

You stood firm closing the screen as you slowly opened the door, Shigaraki stood at the door, the hood against his head as he finally met your eyes. “You saw?” You nodded as he moved closer, pushing the door open as he stepped inside, you felt him move inside, move closer as you stared at the boy. An innocence and vulnerability after he lost, you moved closer as he closed the door, your hands wrapping around his waist as you brought your head to his chest.

“You’ll win next time.” It was a whisper; he wouldn’t have heard it but with the silence of the night sky and the way you held back onto him. His hands moving to your sides, cautious of his quirk not activating as you looked to the side. He put his head against your shoulder, as your hand moved to his locks of thick blue hair. “I promise…”

He didn’t answer, remaining attached to you, until you both finally looked at each other. Your hand skimming through his hair, your eyes remaining attached to him. “I want you now.” His words were firm as he grabbed your sleeve taking you along to the bathroom, you didn’t understand until you finally saw him unzip his hoodie, feeling the way two of his fingers moved to slip your own shirt off.

“Let me…” It was quiet as you took his shirt off, leaving a kiss on his neck and shoulder as you moved to his jeans, undoing his belt as his fingers skimmed against your bra. “I want you…too.”

Your relationship with Shigaraki had always been filled with small words but with the retaining of small touches to show your adoration to the man. He seemed quiet, fidgeting as your fingers skimmed onto his shoulders down to his chest. The way he had let the bath run, his fingers moving to check the water as you took the rest of your clothes off.

The splash of the water as you turned to see Shigaraki sitting in the hot steam, his arms resting on the side of the white bath. The way his head leaned back, and his hair had become drenched by the water, you looked at his form, his closed eyes and harsh breaths. “Get in.”

He stared at you, his eyes lazily gazing against your body as his fingers moved beckoning closer, “I’m not repeating myself Y/n, get in now.”

You didn’t question instead hastily moving towards him as you dipped your feet into the hot water. His fingers gripping onto your waist as he pulled you onto his body, pulled you till your hips rested against his own. His growing cock already pushing against your ass as you felt his head nuzzle into your shoulder, finger flicking to your tit. The water and soap hid your body’s as he let you rest against him, “why do you let me do this?”

“I don’t know…” You trailed off in a moan as his grip on your nipple became harsher.

His chapped lips brushed against your shoulder as you felt his cock grow behind your back, “you should be with a hero.” His voice was soft, eyes staring blankly at your skin as he traced his finger against your waist.

“Wh…why would you say that?” He heard the shakiness in your tone, the way you turned to meet his eyes, water splashing to the sides as your eyes became watered. “If I wanted a hero I would have gotten with one, you think I…I let anybody do this with me.”

Shigaraki loved you, even with his selfish immature personality, he loved you and he acknowledged how you deserved better. He hated how he admitted it, but he knew that one day you’d leave him, one day you’d find a hero and start a family and live in a picket fenced house…without him. He watched you turn to face him, your chest pressed against his own as you stared up at him. Hands moving to cup his face, you noticed the scratches against his neck. The way skin had been picked off as you softly brushed passed it looking right up at him.

He didn’t dare look at you, his eyes gazing outside the window again, the way the blacks and blues of the sky enraptured his eyeline. “One last time…”

It was all he said, you didn’t understand the implications of his words, disregarding it as him never wanting to be defeated by All Might ever again. He finally met your eyes, leaning down to kiss you as his hands caressed your back through the water.

It was sloppy, full of a need and a want to feel more of you, his cock grinding against your clit as you moaned into his mouth. “Let me have you tonight.” His words were firm as every word led to another kiss, he always had a fear of hurting you and especially through sex the way he made sure to never fully touch you, you’d never get all of him, you always knew that. But the way he still brought comfort but the risk of your death at his hands, how could he not feel powerful.

“I’m...all yours.” You were breathless as his mouth moved to your neck, the way your hands moved to the back of his neck, playing with his hair as he kissed and moaned at the way you rutted your clit through the water right onto his sensitive cock. It was something you knew he loved, ever since your first encounter the way the blushed tip pressed against your clit as you continued moving back and forth. “Ma…master…”

The way you easily submitted to him, calling him a name he loved to hear to fuel his ego. How could he ever resist such a pretty thing like you. His mouth moved to your chest as you straddled his lap, clit brushing against his thigh as he could feel the mix of water and slick skim past his thigh. “Wan..want you in me?” You arched your back at his mouth sucking at your tits, the water helping him as his saliva mixed with the droplets across you.

You were beautiful, he knew that he knew others knew that to be fucking you, fucking the number two hero like this. It was disgusting, but he had made you his pet, his little toy and you’d be stuffed full of him and still put on the persona to others that you were their hero, that you were bound to them. Loyal to them.

“My slut…” He watched you move yourself on top of him, the way his tip brushed against your cunt before you pushed yourself down onto him, a loud groan as he bit at your nipple. “Dumb little hero taking me…so well…”

He couldn’t help but groan and moan at your movements, the way you looked as you took him all, the water splashing around you both. Soap clinging onto you both as your damp hair stuck to the back of your neck, “I’m doi…doing well?”

You craved his praise, craved the response he’d give you. The way he looked up at you doing all the hard work, feeling suffocated by your cunt at every movement. He admired the way your head would go back; the way your chest bounced every time you went back and forth with him. But most of all he loved the way your eyes were closed as you took him in, the way your hands rested on his chest, and the way your tongue lolled out as every thrust.

“You’re doing well…could be better.” Shigaraki moved his hand to your neck, the way you instantly looked down at him, you watched as he gently rested each finger onto your neck until he had one left. “Do better or…”

It wasn’t a threat, he’d never kill you, you meant too much to him. But the way you seemed to get more and more wetter as you easily fucked him, you had enjoyed it. He knew how much you loved being tainted, loved having a villain as yours to fuck. It wasn’t like you didn’t have feelings for him, but the unlikely hood of a future was evident, so you’d make this the best sex yet.

You continued to move back and forth on him, each time slamming your hips down before you rested at his base. Feeling the way your legs rested on his side, the way you rolled your hips as he moaned your name softly, “my good hero…”

Your own moans filled the bathroom, his grip tightening against your neck as his mouth moved to your boobs. The way his tongue circled your tits before biting at the sides of the flesh. Your moans felt intoxicating as you moaned his name, moaned “master” for him.

“Keep moaning, go on.” He loved hearing it, loved it so much that he would die a happy man if your moans were the last thing he heard. “Agh fuck Y/n.”

You knew his own high was coming as you felt a coil in your stomach, “c…cum…”

“No. You cum when…when I tell you too?” Shigaraki wanted to be in control, you may have made him become weak under your body and mouth, but he was the one in control. “Fu…fuck.”

“Pl…please Tomura…”

The way his hand moved away from your neck as to your jaw, making sure to keep one finger off of it, he made you stare at him. Made your cheeks squish as his grip tightened against your mouth, “whining now…that’s not very hero like.”

“I…I…” You could barely speak as he thrusted up into you, his tip hitting the back of your cervix as you knew you couldn’t last any longer.

“Stupid bitch…cum for me.” His words led to an instant release, the way your cunt pushed out the white gush right onto his cock. He used your cum to keep thrusting up into you, mouth moving to your own as his fingers stayed firm on your jaw. “What would those pro hero friends of yours say?”

You could barely answer, barely say anything as he got his own high, thrusting into you. “Fuck…” You felt his cum fill you up, his cock making both your cums mix together as the kiss was filled with spit and saliva as his tongue pressed against your own.

The bath had gone cold, barely any water left inside at all the movement. And the water left had been filled with your cum and slick, it was disgusting as Shigaraki stayed inside of you. “They’d never look at me again.”

You answered his question, his fingers against your sweaty skin, the way you rested against his stomach. Shigaraki didn’t know how to reply, instead pulling the plug of the bath and putting the shower on, it was quiet as he helped you get clean. The way he let you clean him of any dirt, clean his hair and touch him in places he’d never expected any beautiful woman to touch him in.

Both ending up in your bed, Shigaraki knew the real reason why he had said one last time. He knew as he got out of your bed after hours of you talking and then falling asleep. He knew it all as he got his clothes, leaving you in your fancy hero apartment. That the next time you both would see one another would not be for sex or a relationship. It would be on opposite sides where you’d fight alongside All Might, fight him because this was the last time he’d ever taint you again.

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[companionjones]

Triggers of Desire

Pairings: Lord Asriel x Fem!Reader

Fandom: His Dark Materials (HBO)

Summary: You stop Asriel from doing something terrible. The two of you argue about it. Things ensue (though not directly resulting from the arguing).

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, Mommy kink, Dom!Reader, Sub!Asriel

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    “Don’t you dare,” you warned.

    “Dare to what?” Lord Asriel questioned. “I know what my life is for, what I was born for. She is not a part of that plan.”

    You were shaking, livid. “Say her fucking name, you arsehole! Her name is Lyra. She is your daughter!”

    “Not in any way that counts!”

    “Stop pulling that shit, and take responsibility for once in your goddamn life!”

    “Responsibility?! I was responsible when I left her at Oxford when she was born!”

    “Yes, and that’s the only good thing you’ve ever done, and that’s including all this so called ‘work’.”

    Asriel’s face twitched. “Now you’re the one who dares--”

    “Were you going to kill that child?” you interrupted. Your voice was deadly calm.

    He clenched his jaw. He stayed silent.

    “If I hadn’t stopped you and told you of the ripple that I found, would you have killed Roger to create your own doorway?”

    “...You know I would have.”

    That ripped your heart in two. “Jesus Az.” You sat down on your bed. “When did you get like this? When we were in school together, you were ambitious, yes, but you...you had a heart. I know that much.” You finished, leaving out some details you didn’t want brought up in that moment. “And when you started dating Marisa...Dammit Az, I had never seen you so happy.”

    “Don’t bring up that vile woman now.” He was facing the fireplace then.

    You furrowed your brow. “I thought you loved her. Even after all those years...”

    “She sent her daemon to attack Lyra. Hurt her,” Asriel spat.

    “See? Was that so hard? Using her name?” you almost teased. “I knew a part of you loved that girl.”

    “Now who’s not using her name?”

    If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Asriel was teasing you, too.

    He paused for a moment. Asriel sighed. He sounded tired. “I don’t think I ever loved Marisa.”

    You couldn’t help but laugh. “Then why--?”

    “Because I couldn’t have the woman I truly loved.”

    Your heart stopped. “...Why bring this up now?”

    “Because,” he turned around to face you, “It’s why I’ve distracted myself all this time with my work. It’s why I’ve become obsessed.”

    “So it’s my fault now?” You were on your feet.

    “No!” He cursed. “It’s mine. It’s just...seeing you after all this time. Thinking about how Jeffery--”

    “Jeffery’s dead,” you blurted.

    Asriel looked as if he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him.

    “Two years ago, he went out on an expedition...and he didn’t come back. His men said that he had fallen from a cliff.”

    A heavy silence filled the space between you and Asriel.

    “What are you doi--”

    Lord Asriel had been crossing the room to you, and he cut you off by capturing your lips with his.

    You moaned at the impact. Asriel’s hands went to the base of your head and the small of your backs when you were too surprised to touch him at all.

    “Az--” you tried once the kiss broke.

    But he was already talking again. “I’ve wanted to do that for...so long, but you and him were already together by the time we met. When you got engaged as soon as we graduated, I...I thought I lost my chance with you forever.” Asriel kissed you once-twice more before his lips trailed down your cheek to your neck.

    Finally, you could speak, but you weren’t sure you were able. When your gaze met his again, only one question left your lips. You thought back to all the little moments you shared with Asriel. All those times you caught his gaze lingering on your lips. You assumed he caught you in the same way many times. “You thought it was one-sided?”

    Asriel’s eyes darkened. His pupils started to dilate. His gaze shifted back to your lips with a newfound hunger. “You mean...to tell me...all this time...that you’ve felt the same?” he grunted between assaults.

    “Always,” you gasped.

    “Then why not say something? I would’ve taken you away. We could’ve had a life together.”

    “At what cost? I was already with Jeffery. If I left him and ran away with you...Do you have any idea what that would have done to our reputations?”

    He growled, “I have never once in my life cared about my reputation. Had you said the word, I would have taken you away. Damn everyone else’s thoughts.”

    The feeling of Asriel’s mouth all over you and the words leaving his mouth had caused you to not notice he had been undressing the both of you. You didn’t notice you were naked until your bare back hit the bed. Asriel was already on top of you, lips trailing down again.

    “Wait.” The word left your mouth out of shock.

    He did so. His eyes met yours again. His head was hovering over yours.

    Again, a thick silence settled over the two of you.

    “Do you want me to stop?” He swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob.

    It only took you so long to respond because the word had taken so long to travel from your brain to your lips. “No.”

    Asriel took a shaking breath. It was clear to you how much he was holding himself back. “...I need to hear you say it.”

    His eyes were glued to your lips. So were yours to his. You didn’t know if you could handle what was coming. “Take me, Lord Asriel.”

    He leaned down, and captured your lips again. He breathed in the scent of you, and on his exhale, Asriel’s hands traveled up and squeezed your breasts.

    You gasped, as the action took you off guard.

    Asriel used the opportunity to slowly lick your tongue before his mouth started making a wet path down your jaw to your tits.

    “Fuck, Asriel,” you moaned when his lips closed around your nipple. You could feel his tongue rolling over the sensitive bud. His hand was tending to your other breast, his fingers pinching and tugging at your nipple there.

    At your loud moans in response, Asriel’s cock twitched. You could feel the hard member pressing against the inside of your thigh. He was only getting harder. He switched what he was doing to your breasts.

    One particular shock of pleasure caused you to call out and pull Asriel’s hair, and he reacted with moan and an involuntary thrust into your thigh. You could feel his face heat up on your tits, and made a mental note of the button you could push (or in that case, pull).

    Eventually, Asriel left your chest. His mouth trailed down your stomach.

    “Asriel, what are you doing?”

    His eyes met yours as he sucked at the inside of your right thigh.

    You almost drooled at the sight of him between your legs.

    Asriel must’ve known exactly what he was doing to you, because when his lips left your skin, he wore a mischievous smirk that you had not seen since you were in school together. “I thought it was obvious.” He kept eye contact with you as he leant down and licked a long stripe up your cunt.

    You tried to keep yourself propped up on your elbows so you could match his gaze, but you fell back and your eyes shut tight almost as soon as Asriel made contact. The strangled moan that left your lips was the most lewd sound you had ever made.

    Asriel’s hand moved up and down your leg as encouragement. He only parted from your lips long enough to express to himself, “Oh god, yes.”

    The last person to interact with you like that had been Jeffery, and...Well, the two of you had grown apart toward the end of your husband’s life. It had been a long time for you. Besides time, you had always been jealous of Marisa for having Asriel when you couldn’t, but in that moment, you were jealous of the woman for a whole other reason. Asriel had a gift. You didn’t last long with his mouth working on you.

    “Asriel-Asriel, oh god. Oh god, yes. Asriel, I think I’m gonna...”

    Vaguely, through the deafness your pleasure caused, you could hear Asriel. “Come for me. Please, come for me.”

    As your stomach and legs tightened up, you grabbed a fistful of Asriel’s hair and tightened your grip as well.

    His moan against your lips was enough to send you over the edge. “Oh, god...oh Asriel...”

    When you came to, Asriel was already making out with you again. It took you a moment to put together what he was saying. “...need you...right now.” Asriel pulled away from you. “You need to tell me in this moment if you can’t do this because once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to stop.” One of his hands was playing with your breast while the other was sliding his cock up and down your folds, spreading the slick. As if things weren’t already slick enough.

    You tugged him down to you using the back of his neck. You ordered, “Fuck me, Lord Asriel.”

    It barely took him a second to comply.

    You gasped when he entered you, and Asriel groaned, “Oh, darling.” He scrambled to find your mouth to kiss.

    While catching your breath from his thrusts, “Good boy,” slipped from your lips.

    It seemed to knock the air out of Asriel. He snapped his hips into you. The man whimpered.

    “You like that?” The corners of your mouth turned upward.

    Asriel didn’t respond. He stayed buried deep inside you. He seemed to be working very hard at keeping his breathing normal.

    You had no problem taking control. Suddenly, you flipped the two of you over.

    “Are you my good boy?” you smiled. You leaned down to kiss Asriel as you humped his cock. Making your way down his jaw to his neck, you repeated, “My good, good boy...my baby...”

    As time went on, it got harder and harder for Asriel to hold back his moans and whimpers. One of his hands slid up to the back of your neck. “Y/n...”

    Licking up to his ear, you whispered, “You think you can call me ‘mommy’?” You knew it was a risky move. Your kink wasn’t for everyone, but there wasn’t anybody you trusted more than your Asriel.

    His cock twitched inside you. “Keep going, m-mommy, please...”

    That was music to your ears.

    “Good boy,” you encouraged, “You gonna cum for me? Hm?” You gonna cum for mommy?”

    He looked so helpless as he nodded.

    “Then cum for me. Cum for me, baby. It’s okay. Let go.”

    “Oh god.” He tensed up. “Oh my god. Mommy-mommy, I gotta--” Without warning, he flipped the two of you over and started slamming into you.

    You tried keeping up with him, but you eventually fell back in ecstasy. Your orgasm overwhelmingly coursed through you.

    Immediately after you, Asriel filled you, and collapsed on top of you. As he came, “Mommy!” desperately flowed from his lips.

    Hearing it like that was enough to tighten your walls even more than they were before.

    That word fell from Asriel at least 20 more times before you two were done.

    After, as the two of you laid together, Asriel eventually whispered, “I am so sorry, darling. I shouldn’t have...I should have never even thought...”

    “I know, baby.” You pulled yourself closer to him. “I know.”

    He continued, “I think...I want to try to to be a better father.”

    That made you prop your arm up on an elbow so you could look at him. You stroked his cheek with your thumb. “Are you sure, baby? This is something you have to be sure of.”

    “I know, darling,” he nodded, “I know I want this. And...I know I want you by my side.”

    Your heart skipped a beat. You smiled. “Yeah?”

    His happy face matched yours. “Yes, darling. If you’ll have me.”

    “Of course I’ll have you, baby.” You kissed him. “Of course I will.”

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[cupcakey00]

It’s Just Instinct, Pt. 2

hello, everyone! here’s part 2 of “It’s Just Instinct,” a super short Nessian fic! there will indeed be a part 3. Highkey don’t like this part nearlyyyyy as much as I did part 1, but still, I hope you enjoy :)

part 1

words: 3,321

warning: there is some foul language.

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Cassian couldn’t let go of Nesta no matter how hard he’d tried, couldn’t keep his hands off her. Not while she was injured. It was but a shallow cut, one a child’s mother would kiss and bandage before sending them off to continue playing, and yet he couldn’t stop the quiver in his hands as his fingertips traced the raised skin around the minor wound, his touch a sorrowful prayer against her skin, one that Cassian couldn’t begin to understand why Nesta would let him do after he’d failed her once again.

They sat in silence, Nesta atop the counter in their bathroom, Cassian standing between her legs. Nesta knew he needed time to think, to process his emotions before they could discuss. She was the same way. How she longed to speak with him, wished he’d let her in, but still she waited. She waited and she watched as he applied a healing salve and bandage to it as though her life was on the line, emotions turbulent across his face, with lips pursed one moment but not the next, eyebrows furrowed for one instant then smooth, eyes hard and then…well, Nesta couldn’t tell.

That was worrisome.

He finished dressing her wound, his hands resting in her lap, and still they were silent. Cassian could have burned holes through the bandage he was staring at from how angry he was, as though the bandages themselves caused her hurt, wronging her.

Breathing shakily, he let his hands trail gently to her hips up her sides, handling her with the sincerity one might cradle a porcelain doll, halting once he reached her waist. Nesta was expecting him to pick her up, so she leaned forward into his body, but Cassian tensed for a split second before returning what he thought was going to be an embrace.

Nesta could have wept from the gentleness in his movements, as though he was too afraid to breathe. She could feel his heart racing through his leathers, and still he hadn’t dared draw her too close.

In the past, Nesta would have been insulted by his actions. “I’m not a child,” she’d have snapped. “I’m not made of glass, Cassian,” she’d have said.

But over time, she gleaned that some days, he simply needed to hold her, needed her to stay close. She didn’t know why, but she knew that one day, he’d be ready to tell her, and when he was, he would. Eventually, Cassian would be able to tell her there were moments he wasn’t sure if this was real, or if he was living a dream where Nesta was a figment of his imagination. Sometimes he had to remind himself the war was over, not because it hurt him so personally, but because he couldn’t be sure Nesta was really alive, that she had truly made it out, or if his mind had conjured up her memory to keep him sane. There were periods where he couldn’t be sure if he was alive, or if he was in the hell he knew he was destined to go, that in some 300, or 400, or 5,000 years down the line, whatever cruel god traversed the underworld would reveal it all to be a lie, that he and Nesta had never really had that time at all. That the king of Hybern had killed them that day; that the ruler of Hell wanted not only to rip Cassian’s only true joy from him, but give him a sliver of the pain he’d caused thousands through bloodshed and loss over his 500-year lifetime.

Sometimes, Cassian didn’t know if that was the common sense speaking, or the guilt.

Maybe it was both.

Cassian knew he couldn’t go on like that forever, but still he could not say anything. He didn’t know how. Some days he was a bit quieter, a bit more reserved, and, when he’d hold her close, more tightly than usual, his eyes would burn with the need to blink, something he’d refrain from doing for fear he’d give in and she’d be gone, having never been there at all.

Nesta couldn’t take the pain and fear she felt through the bond. He held her there, head tucked into her neck, inhaling her scent, breathing soft whisps of air onto her skin. With his right hand splayed across her back, left hand in her hair keeping her head resting next to his, and her body pressed against him, her beating heart was a tattoo on Cassian’s chest. She was Cassian’s lifeline.

Nesta didn’t know what was wrong, but she felt deep within her soul that Cassian was barely holding on. He was suffocating although there was air, drowning despite not being submerged, dying without any wounds, and no longer could she wait. For this, for Cassian, she’d have to push, no matter how hard it’d hurt either of them.

She reached around, drawing his body even closer to her, and as she tightened her arms a bit more than usual, she felt him release a shaky breath, body relaxing but arms unrelenting.

She didn’t know that with this one action, she convinced Cassian this moment was real.

Nesta turned her head, peppering kisses to his temple until she felt his heart rate slow from its panicked staccato and his erratic breathing calm to the whisper of a baby’s breath. It could have been two minutes or 20 years, and still she would have held him. They had all the time in the world.

Eventually, Nesta drew her hands across his back up to his face, lifting his head. When he looked into her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed him sweetly, slowly, savoring the feeling of home.

“Cassian,” she started. “It’s more than just the mating bond, isn’t it?”

She was jumping right into it, Cassian realized with a jolt. No preamble, no introduction, nothing. His eyes widened and his breath held, the moment between them gone. He couldn’t maintain eye contact, so he stepped back and looked to the doorway.

Wordlessly, Nesta hopped from the counter and interlaced their fingers, leading the way to the den. She opted for their couch instead of the armchair, sitting next to him and released a shiver at the cold feel of the fabric on her skin. Cassian stood immediately and approached the fireplace to their left, a small part of him happy for the delay igniting the fire brought. Even though they had worked through Nesta’s trigger, he was still cautious about monitoring her body language. Trauma wasn’t always consistent, nor did it have to make sense. He knew that well enough.

Fire roaring next to them, Nesta’s body tensed such a minuscule amount that Cassian really shouldn’t have noticed, yet he did. He wanted to put it out, but he knew that’d only upset her. Instead he looked to her, facing the fire with her spine straight and chin lifted, eyes hardened as though she was in a battle of wits with her most formidable enemy.

“Scoot over,” Cassian forced out; he was tense. She did, making more room for him. He sat down and removed his boots, swinging one leg between the couch and Nesta so he could lean back, tugging her body to his chest, his arms around her, hands resting atop hers on her stomach. They lay together, fire going behind them, making the only sound in the room.

Nesta turned so her chest was touching his abdomen, laying the side of her head over his beating heart. She closed her eyes once Cassian’s hands began playing with a lock of the hair she let down once they reached home, reducing her to mush. She almost forgot why they were there.

“Cass,” she started, same as before. “We need to talk about this.”

Cassian’s hands stilled for a few seconds before resuming, going up to her scalp and massaging.

“I know.”

“It’s not just your instincts, is it?” She already knew the answer.

Cassian gulped. “Not always. Not– today. Sometimes it’s– it’s more. It’s worse. A lot of things.”

Nesta waited for him to continue. She was already pushing him as is. He wasn’t used to opening up. Cassian was the friend you went to when you needed advice, and not the other way around.

“You have to understand that my instincts, Nesta, they’re– they’re probably a bit worse than the average mated male’s. There’s the mating bond, but I’m also a warrior. Fighting is in my blood. I am the best living warrior in all of Prythian.” There was no pride in voice, he was simply stating a fact.

“I think that makes it worse. I’m not used to having rein myself in; the only time I’ve ever been even close to snapping is right before a battle, when my instincts are homing in for a fight. Add in the mating bond? Fuck, Nesta, some days I think it’d be better to lock us both in here than have to go outside.” Cassian couldn’t help wincing, but honestly, Nesta was surprised. She’d never thought about it, but it made sense. Fighting was his language, perhaps the one he knew best. To have to fight against it when for over 500 years it was a part of him? He was, perhaps quite literally, fighting a losing battle.

“And I’m working on it, I swear. I’m trying. You deserve better, you deserve someone who can not only treat you right, but protect you while respecting your autonomy, but fuck, Nesta, sometimes it’s just so fucking hard. I can’t fucking stand seeing you get hurt, and I can’t stand seeing the males or females look at you with that interest they’ve developed once they figured out you’d have killed them by now if you wanted to.” He was scowling, and sometime during his admission, his strong hands left her hair and formed fists. His knuckles were turning white.

Nesta couldn’t believe she was mated to a male like Cassian. With Tomas, the only other semi-serious relationship she’d had, he tried taking from her what she wouldn’t give, injuring her in the process until she’d managed to escape. She’d burned the torn dress to forget. Cassian, on the other hand, was killing himself inside to keep from overstepping, even when he felt she was in danger. Truly polar opposites. She was glad.

“Cassian, you’ve been doing well,” she said as she took hold of his hands, undoing the fists. “I know it’s been nearly impossible, but you’ve been doing it. Eventually, it’ll get easier. You’ll get accustomed to it.”

She didn’t understand, not really. “It’s not just– it’s not just that, Sweetheart. It’s the whole past. It’s the fact that I tried keeping you safe multiple times, and multiple times I failed. I failed to keep you from the Cauldron, I failed to keep you safe from the King of Hybern, Hell I almost lost you to Bryaxis. I have constantly failed you, Nesta. And I’m scared that one day, my failures will come to their final fruition and that’ll be it, you’ll be gone. Dead. Because I can’t keep you safe.”

She opened her mouth to speak but paused, feeling his trepidation through the bond. There was more. He hadn’t even gotten to the worst part yet. Instead, she rubbed across his knuckles, back and forth, feeling the ridges of each one, the dips that separated them.

“Sometimes I can’t tell if this is real.”

Nesta’s heart dropped.

“I can’t– I can’t tell if we made it out of the war. I can’t tell if you did, or if you’re a figment of my imagination that everyone goes along with or else the Commander of the Illyrian armies will go insane. They may hate me, but none can deny my skill. They need me.

“Sometimes I wait for the rug to be pulled beneath me, to find out I’m actually dead and that neither of us lived through the war with Hybern. That some cruel being in the Underworld wanted to give me a taste of what could have been before ripping it from me, leaving me mourning memories I never had – memories with you.”

Tears pricked Nesta’s eyes, and at the scent of their salt, Cassian lifted Nesta’s head so her chin was resting on his chest, staring deeply into his eyes. Nesta hadn’t seen so much sorrow in them since that moment on the battlefield before he’d kissed her, ready to die in each other’s arms.

“Sometimes I wait to wake up from what I can only describe as a dream.”

His voice wavered.

“My biggest fear, Nesta, is not that I can’t keep you safe. My biggest fear is that you never made it out alive for me to keep you safe to begin with.”

Finally her tears fell, throat constricted so tight it hurt. She couldn’t speak. Of all the things he could have said, this felt like the worst. It was one thing to fear for her safety, to war with his instincts to protect at whatever cost.

It was another to not know if these instincts were in vain.

“And I– I know it makes no sense. If you were a figment of my imagination, there’s no way everyone would go along with it, to act like you were alive, nor do I think Rhysand or Azriel would let me live my life like that. And it– it feels too real to be a dream. But sometimes I just can’t tell. I can’t tell if it’s a dream, or if it’s Hell. I don’t think the heavens would welcome me.”

Nesta didn’t know if she should be sad or angry. There was a lot to unpack.

“So when you get hurt, and I’m ready to maim and kill, that’s instinct. That’s instinct, that’s love, that’s being a warrior. But back in there, in the bathroom, it was more. It was my failure to protect you. It’s that I always seem to fail, and I wonder if my failure on the battlefield left you dead for a second, more permanent time. The Cauldron killed you once, and sometimes I’m not sure if the King of Hybern then did too. Do you hear what they say about me, Nesta? They think me similar to Enalius. What utter fools. They don’t even realize they insult him by comparing us.”

“Cassian,” Nesta spoke with resolve. Now she really was angry, although her eyes were rimmed with red. “You haven’t failed me, you big oaf.” Cassian frowned at that.

“You did everything you could. You risked your life, your wings to lead the King of Hybern away from me, and you did. It’s not your fault we almost died. You saved me. I would’ve been dead at the hands of Hybern if you hadn’t stepped in.”

He was unconvinced.

“Cassian,” she now whispered imploringly, “you are enough. I love you, and you are worthy.” Her voice rose, symphonious preaching to Cassian or the heavens, he couldn’t tell.

“You deserve peace and love and happiness; you deserve a life where you don’t blame yourself for things that were out of your control. You tried your hardest, and Love I know it hurts but you need to let go.” She grasped his hands tightly as his eyes shone with tears.

“Forgive yourself. Stop regretting the past. There’s nothing you can do to change it. All you can do is enjoy the present and dream about the future.”

She rested her forehead against his, eyes closed as she spoke impassionedly, hands caressing his cheeks. She couldn’t see Cassian’s wide eyes, flooded with childlike wonder at the goddess who knelt before him.

“If you won’t forgive yourself for your sake,” she whispered, “then forgive yourself for mine, because I love you and I want you to be happy. You make me happy, Cassian. After all the Cauldron put me through, it was worth it, because it gave me you. It gave us time that we’d never have without it. We have eternity together, Cassian. I can’t convince you that it’s real, but I ask that even if you think it’s not, you enjoy it.” Though her voice was nearly inaudible, he heard every word, could see the tears threatening to spill from her closed eyes. Their lips grazed as she spoke. She was so close.

“If you can’t yet accept this isn’t a dream, then in the meantime, let it be the best one you’ve ever had. Let yourself enjoy these moments together, because if you don’t, one day you’ll realize all of this is real, and you’ll regret having held yourself back.”

Her eyes opened and immediately narrowed.

“Now what the fuck was that about going to Hell?”

Cassian threw his head back and burst out laughing.

He couldn’t help it; it was so unexpected. One second she was praising him, blessing him with the reassurance he seemed to need more often than not but wouldn’t deign to ask for, and the next she was chastising him.

“Sweetheart,” he began, “you don’t kill the amount I have and get welcomed by the gods with open arms,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes and huffed. Clearly she lacked the patience for his stupidity.

“Cassian, you have a fucking warrior-god. Do you think Enalius is in Hell right now?”

…Cassian supposed not.

“And there are literally death gods. Are they in Hell right now?”

“Sweetheart, no matter what you say in bed, you can’t keep comparing me to gods right now. That’s borderline blasphemous.” The cheeky bastard. Never mind that none of them could be completely sure he wasn’t descended from Enalius after all.

Now she just glared.

Cassian cleared his throat, “Point taken.”

She scowled for a moment longer before her eyes softened.

“I know that we’ve been over this before. That you are enough, you are worthy, but Cassian, you need to tell me when you’re feeling less than. You need to talk to me.” A hand reached up to stroke his cheek again as she straddled him.

“You’ve helped me so much, Cass. I don’t think I’d be here right now if it wasn’t for you.” At this, he flinched. He couldn’t imagine a life without Nesta, couldn’t imagine the pain she’d been through after the war. By the time they mated, she was healthier, happy. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he could’ve lived if he felt the pain his Nesta had gone through.

But, like a phoenix, she arose from her ashes, silver flames licking her skin, her fingertips, her hair. Over the past few months she spent with him in Illyria, she became one with herself. Cassian didn’t think he knew anyone stronger.

The gods had nothing on Nesta. That, Cassian did know.

“Cass, I’m not going to lie to you, nor do I want you to lie to yourself. You’ve caused people pain, that you know, but neither of us are innocent. Both of us have hurt people, have hurt ourselves. Both of us have been held prisoners of our minds for far too long.”

She had an impossibly gentle aura around her, so at ease.

“All we can do is accept it and promise not to let the bad days win.”

Cassian didn’t think it was possible to love someone so fucking much.

Never daring to break eye contact, he grasped one of her hands in his, interlacing their fingers, while using his other to grab her free one, leaving a soft kiss atop each knuckle.

Then he opened her palm and sucked on the tip of her index finger.

“Cassian!” she admonished, blush flushing to the swell of her breasts.

He could only laugh.

Drawing her in for a kiss, one hand on her waist, the other fisted in her hair, he knew he wasn’t fine yet. Neither of them were, but eventually, they’d get there.

Together.

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AAAAAAH I hope you enjoyed!!! I made myself cry while writing this LMAOOOO. I’m excited for part 3!! we’ll finally see what really happens when Cassian can’t hold back...

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[sonnetthebard]

can you do a oneshot with peip spy paul and secret ccrp boss melissa? (yeah this is cause of the stuff sent to hatchetfieldtheories so what lmfao)

Um hell yeah I will! I have read the original theory, but you're also going to get my take on it because I got ideas just by reading the prompt lol. Apparently @hatchetfieldtheories and I are now getting lumped together and I am perfectly okay with that.

Genre: Action/ Thriller kinda?

Words: 2727 (once again... perfect)

TL;DR: Paul's cover as a PEIP agent is blown, and he finally gets to meet exactly who he's fighting against.

TW: Swearing, Guns, Violence, Murder, Blood.

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Paul sighed, reading over his report before he sent it in. Was the report work related? No. Well... yes and no. Not for his job at CCRP technical. But as an agent of PEIP? It held information that could be absolutely crucial to the work they were doing. So it kind of had to be perfect. One mistype, a spelling mistake, could change the entire context of how it was read and how his superiors reacted. Perfection was key. Especially with what he had found. God, had he found out a lot.

Paul hadn't originally worked for PEIP. No. No, it was a bit of a long story. But... to sum it up, Paul had been caught dead in the centre of a world-ending event. An attack from what had looked like aliens at first but was actually an entity named Pokotho- or Pokey. Paul had very nearly died. He'd almost caused the end of the world. He had almost thrown a grenade dead into the centre of the meteor that was playing host to Pokey and his hivemind formula- which would have simply spread the spores. Luckily, one PEIP field agent- a Xander Lee- had managed to keep himself safe while his unit was infected, and he was able to stop Paul before he made a world-ending mistake.

Xander, through a lot of science Paul did *not* understand, was able to send Pokey back into his own dimension. The world was saved. It still kind of felt like a sci-fi fever dream. Most days, it still didn't feel real. The Hive had healed those it had destroyed, so... most people came back. Not Charlotte or Sam, because they weren't technically killed by the Hive. But Ted, Bill, Alice, Deb, Emma, and even Hidgens were back completely unscathed. Paul and Emma had actually gotten a chance to go to that movie. They were dating now. For three months, to the day. Paul had a bouquet of roses ready to surprise her with after work. He knew she wasn't usually big on the sappy romance stuff, but... he kinda was.

It was about a week after what was now widely known as the 'apotheosis' had passed when Paul got an email from Xander asking a favour. A very classified favour. Since Paul knew about PEIP and what it stood for. Apparently, they'd been picking up suspicious activity from CCRP for months, and they'd been trying to figure out which of their agents to send undercover. But every alias they'd made up had been rejected for an interview. So Xander got the idea that since Paul worked there, maybe he could keep an eye out for them. And as dangerous as it seemed... Paul said yes. The work PEIP did was too important to risk delaying. He was briefed through text, and he learned his job online in a matter of days. Ever since, he had been PEIP's agent in CCRP. And PEIP was more than right to be concerned.

Paul hummed, satisfied with his report. It was concise, precise, and detailed everything he'd seen. Which was a lot. This week... this week, he'd finally made his breakthrough. He was able to sneak to a higher level. Sylvia's level. She was talking on the phone about temporal breaches, trans-dimensional fluctuations, and lots of other jargon he didn't even come close to understanding. He'd bugged her office with a microphone PEIP had sent him so that they would understand more clearly. And when he'd snuck to the lower level, he was finally able to get past that second level of security. And what he'd found there was... eerie. He hadn't gone in. He just looked through the window. But it appeared there were hundreds, if not thousands, of... himself. Just standing there. He'd left a camera. Needless to say the report was more than full of information.

Paul heard the click of heels behind him and he quickly pressed send, closing the tab. He faked looking through his analytics before the clicking stopped. Paul could practically feel the presence looming behind him. At first, he just kept working as if he didn't notice. But... then it started to bug him. Because whoever the heeled coworker was who had stopped behind him was, they hadn't moved yet. He slowly turned, trying not to show any nerves. But he was a terrible liar, so he had a feeling that wasn't working. In front of him stood... oh good, Melissa. He sighed in relief.

"Hey Melissa. How's it going?" Paul asked.

"I need to see you for a moment... in Mr. Davidson's office." Melissa told him shyly.

"You need to see me?" Paul asked, still getting up nonetheless. This was Melissa. She was a sweetheart. She probably had a computer problem.

"Yeah... don't worry, it won't take of your much time." Melissa bit her lip, walking away. Paul followed.

"Did Davidson's computer crash because of that solitaire again?" Paul guessed.

"Um... no. No, this isn't about Mr. Davidson's computer." Melissa chuckled nervously.

"Uh oh... Paul's getting called to the principal's office!" Ted taunted teasingly.

"Shut up, Ted!" Bill groaned. "I'm trying to finish my report! Can I not have peace for five minutes?"

"You can... if you move to another department." Ted smirked. Paul only knew he was smirking because Ted had popped his head over the cubicle to watch him go by.

"I'm not in any trouble." Paul rolled his eyes. "Go back to what you were doing."

"Alright, alright!" Ted snickered, raising his hands defensively and lowering back into the cubicle.

"Sorry about him." Paul sighed, seeing the way Melissa blushed. "I swear he's not as much of an asshole as he seems most of the time."

"Oh, it's fine." Melissa shrugged. She walked into Davidson's office. Suddenly, her demeanor completely switched. "Ken, I'm going to need this office for a minute."

"What?" Paul blinked, his heart immediately sinking to his stomach. There was a pit in his stomach, and it was growing by the minute.

"Sure thing, Mel." Mr. Davidson nodded, getting up and walking out of the office.

"What's going on?" Paul asked, though there was no one specifically he was speaking to. He was just very confused.

"Why don't we sit?" Melissa offered, confidence oozing off of her as she took Davidson's seat behind the desk.

"Um... okay." Paul nodded warily, taking a seat. "Melissa..."

"Let me do the talking for now, Paul." Melissa sighed, leaning forward on the desk.

"Alright." Paul blushed, already intimidated. Yeah, he was totally agent material.

"You probably think you've been pretty slick, don't you?" Melissa chuckled lowly, looking at the cowering bundle of nerves before her. "Slipping bugs all over the facilities, sending your little reports while you're supposed to be writing reports for us... quite the secret agent, aren't you?"

"I... don't know what you're talking about." Paul lied.

"Paul, you're not that bright." Melissa scoffed. "In all your stealth and espionage, you seem to have forgotten that we have security cameras."

"On those floors?" Paul blinked. "I... didn't see any feed from them when I checked."

"Well we're not going to stream it to where anyone can see it!" Melissa rolled her eyes. "And you know exactly why."

"Yeah... yeah, I probably shouldn't have just assumed..." Paul sighed.

"So you admit it then? You're a spy?" Melissa checked.

"Well... yeah. Yeah I am." Paul sighed.

"For PEIP?" Melissa clarified.

"Who?" Paul tried to lie again.

"Paul, you used our network to send your files." Melissa rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but I followed their..." Paul muttered.

"Which we're well aware of here, and well aware of how to overrule." Melissa sighed. "Really, Paul... you're sloppy."

"I'm not trained." Paul blushed.

"I figured as much." Melissa scoffed. "So they pulled you over to the dark side?"

"They saved my life during the apotheosis..." Paul shrugged. "When they told me something might be up here, I knew I had to help. And they were right, Melissa. Stuff is going on here."

"I know." Melissa smirked. "I oversee it all."

"You?" Paul raised his brows, a bit taken aback.

"Me." Melissa smirked. "You're probably thinking it's a bit weird... me, being in charge, choosing to take on the role of a secretary."

"I'm honestly just trying to wrap my head around you being in charge in general." Paul muttered.

"You want to know why?" Melissa asked. It was, of course, rhetorical. "It's actually pretty simple. The CCRP Technical department had some good cloning candidates. I wanted to be close to the action. Hand-pick who we used. And who would ever suspect anything of the shy, sweet secretary? You certainly didn't."

"So you hand-picked me?" Paul blinked in shock. He was doing a lot of that.

"You're a good size, amiable personality... smart enough, though evidently no genius." Melissa reasoned. "You, in mass, would make a great crew of workers for the Moon Project."

"Moon Project?" Paul asked.

"Oh, you've barely scratched the surface on what we're doing here, Paul." Melissa chuckled darkly. "But you won't be getting any further."

"What are you going to do to me?" Paul shrugged, a faux confidence in his tone. "There are people out there who know me. If I just go missing, they're going to get suspicious."

"Oh... Paul, you think I would tell you?" Melissa started to laugh. "You're so sweet! No. No, we won't be doing anything to you right now. But... let's just say PEIP won't be getting any reports from you in the near future."

"You brought me here just to tell me that?" Paul asked apprehensively. "To gloat?"

"Just to let you know that we knew, yes." Melissa sighed, she pulled out a cellphone, diverting most of her attention to it. "I like to deal with things myself. Handle things face-to-face."

"What are you doing?" Paul asked, a pit growing in his stomach as he watched the way she tapped at the screen.

"Wouldn't you like to know..." Melissa mumbled. "Go home, Paul. Take the rest of the night off. Go to your girlfriend's coffee shop. Bring her the flowers. Happy three months, by the way."

"I want to know what you're doing." Paul stated firmly. Melissa looked up at him before starting to laugh.

"Well isn't that just too fucking bad!" Melissa snickered. "Go. Before I call Ken back in and make you go."

"Okay..." Paul relented, getting up. He looked her dead in the eyes. "If PEIP is concerned about the work here, so am I. This isn't over."

"Yes it is, Paul." Melissa sighed. "Have a nice life."

"Life?" Paul blinked, freezing in the doorway.

"Sorry, did I say life?" Melissa chuckled. "I meant night."

"Right..." Paul bit his lip, admittedly uneasy. He tried to walk silently back to his cubicle... but with Ted Spankoffski around, there was no way he was getting out of this unscathed.

"So, did you get fired?" Ted popped up.

"Nope. Everything is fine. Davidson just needed a bit of help with his computer." Paul lied.

"Shit, he told me I'd be able to fix it next time!" Ted grumbled. "Is he giving you a bonus for it?"

"Nope. It was just a favour." Paul sighed.

"Damn... you fucking pushover." Ted snickered.

"Yeah, I get it, I let people walk all over me." Paul rolled his eyes. He picked up the bouquet of flowers from his cubicle, continuing to walk for the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ted furrowed his brows.

"As a thank you, he's letting me off early. So I can surprise Emma." Paul smirked. "We've been dating for three months to the day."

"Yeah you have... give her butt an extra squeeze for me, horndog." Ted teased. Paul blushed.

"Fuck you!" He called back, making his way out the door.

Paul felt something off the minute he stepped outside the CCRP building. Something deep in his bones. He physically shuddered under the weight of it, but... what could he do but keep walking. Yeah... yeah, it was probably just him feeling uneasy after the conversation he'd just had, right? Right... he was okay. Everything was okay. They were probably just gonna put a block on his communications with PEIP. No biggie. He'd survive it. He'd figure out another way to spy, and to get his findings to Xander. Everything was going to be just fine. He was going to be just fine.

He rounded a corner, walking across the street to Beanies. Just as he was about to reach for the door handle he felt a hand cover his mouth and another wrap around his waist, pulling him back. He tried shouting and screaming, but it was muffled. He resisted as much as he possibly could, but this person was stronger than him. Finally, they stopped in an alley, and the hand was removed from his mouth. Paul took a few deep breaths, setting the flowers down and raising his hands in surrender. At about the same time, he felt cool metal pressed to his temple. What a time to be mugged.

"I don't have anything on me to give to you. I used all my cash at lunch. All that's in my wallet is my driver's license." Paul stated levelly. "Believe me. You've got the wrong guy."

"No, Paul... I haven't." An almost identical voice sighed behind him. Paul blinked in confusion. He made a very, very stupid move and turned in the man's arms while his grip was a bit looser. He found himself staring dead in the eyes at... himself. His eyes widened. "You have everything I've ever wanted."

"You..." Paul breathed, before becoming suddenly very aware of the metal on his head. He took a sideways glance, seeing that it was a gun. He had thought it was, just... best to be sure. "Please. Please, you don't have to do this."

"Yes I do. It's either this or the moon, and... I don't want to go to the moon." The other Paul told him, voice shaky. He moved his finger to the trigger, hesitating. "Thank you. For the memories. For giving me the life I'm about to live."

Bang! There was smoke, and then a thud. Paul- the original one- fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. The death was almost instant, just as Paul 23 had predicted that it would be. He'd let go at the right time... and he hadn't gotten any blood on himself. It really had been his day! His cell malfunctioned and opened for him. Then he found the gun just... hanging there on the rack. He was free and armed, and ready to carry out everything he had fantasized about since he was made! It was like the stars had aligned for him! And as a cherry on top... Paul had even brought flowers. If the memories planted in his head were any indication, it was his and Emma's three-month-iversary. These would be absolutely perfect!

He stepped over his lifeless counterpart, rushing to get to the flowers before the puddle of blood forming by Paul's head got to them. he picked up the flowers tenderly, grinning. He took a look one final time at the original Paul, the the flowers. He set the flowers down, picking up Paul and propping him on a dumpster. He pulled out a small chip, slipping it in the appropriate place under his tongue. The finishing touch to his plan. Now... they would think this Paul was him. That he'd managed to erase his tattoo. He tossed the Paul in a CCRP marked dumpster, sighing.

He picked the flowers back up, walking out of the alley. God, this was great! He was about to finally step into the life that was rightly his. His brothers, the other clones, would kill to be him. But of course he wasn't actually going to let them kill him. No, unlike the real Paul, he knew to always be on the lookout. He knew he would never be safe. But for now... was it ever going to be worth it. He walked up to the door at Beanies, walking in. He saw Emma at the counter, and... he couldn't hide his excitement. He beamed, grinning widely. Like a small child. He walked up to her, holding the flowers out for the love of his life.

"Hey, Emma... Happy Three Months!"

[anachronistic-falsehood]

GET AWAY FROM ROIERRRR GET A FUCKING JOB!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

[masterweaverx]

The Dumbest RWBY Oneshot Ever

Weiss Schnee was feeling, all things considered, pretty good.

Sure, she hadn’t slept in something like forty-eight hours. And, alright, the immortal witch-queen of the Grimm had parked a gods-damned WHALE as large as Beacon itself on Atlas. And even after Oscar blew it (and her) up with a magic cane, there was still the voluminous horde of shadow demons it had vomited up roving her home city while innocent citizens cowered in the subway. Not to mention the monster that had broken into her own home and terrorized everyone with its creepy speech before it died, leaving behind the mangled body of some poor silver-eyed faunus and traumatizing Ruby with the gruesome implications.

And then there Ironwood going insane, declaring them all enemies of the state, infecting Penny with a lethal virus, and threatening to blow up Mantle. If her sister was to be believed he’d also killed one council members and been barely prevented from murdering one of his own Ace Ops before they contained him. And, of course, there was the tiny fact that Weiss had herself condemned the city of Atlas to fall as a result of all that...

Realistically, she should have been weighed down with guilt, and exhaustion, and resentment, and probably a lot of other things. But what Weiss felt now was something like... relieved pride. Despite all odds, they’d saved Penny. They’d brought Ironwood to heel. They’d even killed Salem--temporarily, she was coming back, but still an accomplishment. And, as she strode down the golden path from the portal and watched people slowly trickle in from the other bright ovals in this... mysterious void, she knew that the citizens of Mantle and of Atlas would escape the calamity that had been wrought.

“Hope Vacuo has enough space for all these people,” Ruby murmured as she helped Penny along on her new feet.

Yang smirked. "If there’s one thing Vacuo has plenty of, it’s space. I’m more worried about dumping everyone on them without warning.”

“That is a tomorrow problem,” Weiss declared.

“Wow.” Blake gave her a wry grin. “I never thought I’d see the day where you, of all people, would procrastinate.”

Weiss whirled, pointing the staff of creation at Blake’s face. “Where was all this sass back at Beacon?”

“Locked behind the trauma of escaping an abusive relationship,” Blake replied casually.

“...Touché.” Weiss shrugged, stepping onto the main platform and waving at the milling crowd. “Excuse me! Can anybody tell me where the Happy Huntresses are? We need to touch base.”

“They’re over there!” a woman reported, pointing at the largest portal. “They’re helping organize everyone going through--getting families back together and all that.” She shook her head. “This is actually happening...”

Yang put a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah. World’s a crazy place. Just... focus on what you need to do now, okay?”

“Okay.” The woman nodded. “I’m going to... look for my husband.”

With a final pat, Yang broke away and the five teenagers maneuvered through the press of people. It didn’t take them too long to approach the three women near the final road, since the crowd was milling that way anyway, and the tall green-haired woman spotted them first. “Hey May, your interns are here!”

“Thanks Joanna!” The blue-haired woman waved the five of them over with a grin. “There’s the heroes of the hour!”

“Interns?” Yang put a hand on her hip. “Are we getting paid for this?”

“Sorry, no pay till you’re officially hired, but I’ll make sure you get an amazing benefits package.” May Marigold had a smile on her face despite her sardonic tone. “How are you kids feeling?”

“Well, Penny’s still getting used to her new body,” Weiss admitted.

“Toes are weird,” Penny reported in a distant tone.

Ruby wrapped her arm tighter around her shoulders. “That they are, Penny,” she agreed fondly.

“Yang and Blake are still insufferably dense,” Weiss continued.

“Okay, that’s unfair!” Yang insisted. “I know I’m dense, but Blake--”

“Yang, you’re not dense!” Blake protested. “You’re one of the smartest people I know!”

May whistled. “Yeowch, I see what you mean. How about you, princess?”

“Honestly, I’m feeling unusually giddy. Not just for this whole situation, but for me personally.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you’re awake for fifty hours straight,” Joanna admitted. “You’re going to zonk out as soon as you hit a bed.”

“I expect as much.”

May shook her head. “Well, you kids have exceeded all expectations,” she assured them with pride.

“Not an uncommon occurrence for us,” Weiss replied.

“Smug little brats. So...” she nodded at the golden rod in her hand. “That it?”

“Indeed it is. The Staff of Creation, in compact form.” Weiss spun the object in her hand. “And it’s surprisingly less heavy this way. Chalk it up to magic, I guess.”

“Right.” May turned to the side. “Hey, Fiona! Got a sec?”

“One moment!” came the reply from a short woman. "You said you can’t find your dad?”

The child in front of her nodded hesitantly. “They tooks him up to Atlas when they was taking people up,” he said.

“Well a lot of those other portals come from Atlas,” the woman replied. “So it’s probably only going to be a few minutes, okay?”

“Okay...”

“My uncle here can look after you until then.”

The child looked up at the old man with badger paws, who gave him a gentle smile. “Okay,” he said, carefully settling himself in front of the man.

Fiona smiled, turning around and joining the rest of the group. “Okay, what’s--Kids!” She skipped over gleefully. “You did it--you have no idea how grateful everyone is!”

“Aha, well, it... it was nothing,” Ruby replied awkwardly. “We just did the best with what we had--”

Joanna clapped a hand on her shoulder. “You had nothing but each other and were up against two whole armies,” she pointed out bluntly. “One had magic and Grimm, the other was Atlas. And you somehow saved everyone. Accept the damn praise already.”

Ruby opened her mouth to protest, gave a look at Penny, and reluctantly let out a small laugh. “I... guess you have a point...”

May cleared her throat. “Anyway. We have an ancient magical artifact that needs to stay out of the wrong hands.” She tilted her head toward the Staff of Creation. “Fiona, if you would?”

“Oh! Right, right.” Fiona accepted the golden rod from Weiss, absorbing it with her semblance.

“Well,” Weiss said. “Glad that’s settled--”

“Whoa.”

Something about the word made the hairs on Weiss’s neck raise.

“What... wow.” Fiona seemed to sway a little, raising her arms. “This is incredible. I have tiny hands.”

“...Fi?” May gave her a concerned look. “You doing okay there?”

Fiona looked down. She raise a leg with an experimental expression, waving it around, before putting it back down. “Huh. I’ve never felt so attached to the ground before...”

“That’s... gravity,” Joanna said blankly. “It’s called gravity.”

“Huh. Really?”

Weiss frowned. “Fiona?” When the woman didn’t respond, she shared an awkward look with May. “Um.”

Blake sighed, kneeling down in front of the short woman. “Fiona, can you focus?”

The woman looked at her strangely. “...who’s Fiona?”

“Oooooooookay yeah, this--this is weird,” May said quickly. “Maybe we shouldn’t have given her the staff--”

“The staff?” Fiona looked up her. “Wait, do you mean my staff?”

“Your... Ambrosus?” Yang stared in utter disbelief. “Is that you?!”

“Well, of course!” Fiona put her hands on her hips. “Who else would I be?”

May looked around at the collection of sighs and groans team RWBY produced. “Okay, somebody want to clue me in to what the hell is going on?”

Weiss sighed. “Ambrosus is the spirit in the staff,” she explained wearily. “So I guess when Fiona used her semblance to absorb the staff, he came along with it and...” She waved a hand at the woman.

“Wait.” Fiona, possibly, held up a hand. “Absorb the staff?”

“Fiona’s semblance lets her store things,” Joanna explained. “We thought she’d keep it safe... we’ve never tried it with anything magical before.”

May took a deep, controlled breath. “Alright. Okay. So... can we fix this? Get Fiona back?”

Blake shrugged as she stood back up. “I think if we get the staff out of her

“Alright. Hey, Fi--Ambrosus.” May crossed her arms. “Can you get out of there?”

“Hmmm.” Ambrosus snapped Fiona’s fingers--or at least tried to. It took three attempts to make a successful snap. “Huh. Okay, there might be a problem, and that problem is I don’t have my powers in this body.”

“You don’t need to create the staff,” Penny pointed out. “You need to remove it from Fiona.”

“You did hear me just say I don’t have my powers, right?”

“Then use Fiona’s semblance.”

“...Doy!” Ambrosus brought Fiona’s hand to her head in a facepalm. “Ow! Huh.” The motion was repeated. “Is this what pain feels like?”

Penny nodded--and then frowned. “Hmm.” She brought her own hand to her head. “Ouch! Oh. Pain does feel different in this body.”

“Maybe we can test that out later in a more controlled environment,” Ruby said quickly, grabbing Penny’s wrist.

“Yeah,” May agreed, frowning as Ambrosus experimentally pinched Fiona’s skin. “Hey!”

“Hmm?”

“Out!”

“Right.” Fiona’s ear’s drooped... and then Ambrosus blinked. “Oh! Motile ears! Fancy!”

Blake sighed as the ears went up and down. “Focus...”

“Right, yes.” Ambrosus held out Fiona’s arms, staring at her hands in concentration. “Semblance. Semblance. Seeeem-blance. Hmmmmnnnnn. Aura, personal manifestation. Semblance. Okay. Any moment now. Definitely going to happen okay I don’t know what I’m doing wrong but nothing’s happening.”

May clutched at her hair. “What kind of ancient spirit are you?!”

“This is new for me too, alright?”

“Maybe you can’t use Fiona’s semblance because you aren’t Fiona,” Joanna suggested.

“That--huh.” Ambrosus nodded. “You know what, that just might be it.”

“Well... switch over and let her have control,” Yang offered. “Like Oz does, you know?”

“Huh. Okay, okay.” Fiona’s eyes shut, and Ambrosus took a deep breath. “Just have to focus inward. Hmmm. No, those seem to be automatic functions... no, that’s... oh, that’s an interesting memory... oh, hmm, closer... Oh!  There she is and--oh.”

“Oh?” May said. “What’s oh?”

“Oh is ‘she’s been cognizant this whole time,” Ambrosus replied awkwardly.

Weiss pinched her brow. “Of course. Just... give her control, already.”

“Right, right, yes. I am so sorry for the trouble, miss, I’ll just--”

One moment Fiona was casually rolling a hand as Ambrosus talked. The next she was stock still, standing in a position far to casual for her suddenly blank expression.

“...Fi?” May lowered her hands. “You, uh--?”

With perhaps a bit too much speed, the staff of creation reformed in Fiona’s hand. She shoved it into May’s grasp, taking a few deep breaths. “Oooookay, that was weird.” Her voice was shaky, but not quite panicking. “Freaky and weird and please never ask me to do anything like that again.”

“I am so sorry,” Ruby said quickly. “I--I swear we didn’t know--”

“I know you didn’t, you’re good kids, I’m just going to... cling to Joanna for a bit.”

May sighed as she watched Fiona wrap her arms around Joanna’s waist. “Yeah, that... yeah,” she said, clearly not able to find the words to express her frustration.

“You said it,” Yang replied.

Blake sighed. “Well... at least that’s one unexpected complication dealt with. I hope nothing worse happens.”

"Citizens of Mantle!

Everyone turned to see Cinder Fall flamboyantly flinging off a black cape into the void.

“Bring me the Winter Maiden,” she demanded. “Or face the infinite depths!”

Weiss groaned. “Of course.” She pulled out Myrtenaster. “Let’s just get this over with...”

[a-dorin]

hunger | din djarin

word count: 1.170k

warnings: nsfw, dominance kink, cursing, filthy talk, marking, spanking, smut, mentions of sex 

a/n: i am so sorry that it’s been so long since you requested this! i have been lacking on my requests lately and for that, i am so sorry! i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless :)) (ori’jate - very good)

prompt:  “i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you could do one where mando gets really jealous of someone flirting with the reader and he takes her home and punishes her(👀) and it’s just really rough smut”

not my gif

“put the kid to bed, and then i need to address something with you.”

“i don’t have to do shit,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes, “what’s so important that we can’t talk about it now?”

the child cooed in your arms, reaching for your chin. a soft giggle rose in your throat, “i know, i know. your daddy is being a little gruff with me right now, isn’t he?”

“(y/n),” the way he groaned your name sent a shiver down your spine, “please put him to bed.”

exhaling, you pressed a light kiss to each one of the child’s massive ears, “i’m going to put you to bed baby.”

swiftly, you strolled over towards the child’s makeshift crib, a storage port. the door whirred open, and you carefully set the child down, tucking him in with a blanket. a delicate lullaby dripped from your lips, your fingers caressing his ears. a leathery touch connected with your shoulder, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest.

“don’t scare me like that.”

“i didn’t mean to frighten you,” he murmured, the words gentle, “is he asleep?”

“he is,” pressing one last kiss to the child’s head, you pressed the button, the door sliding shut, “what is it that you needed to talk about?”

“what the fuck was that about?” din demanded, his fists clenched. 

“what are you talking about?” you countered, folding your arms across your chest. 

“why did you flirt with that twi’lek earlier? i’m not an imbecile, (y/n). i heard what you said to him.”

your breath hitched in your throat, “i-i was trying to get supplies.”

“and you think offering sex is the way to go about that?” din growled, taking a step forward. 

shame burned through you, cheeks flushing as din’s index finger prodded you in the chest, “we were running low on credits and i didn’t have any other options in mind.”

“i don’t want any more of that in the future.”

“well you don’t have a say in how i run my end of the partnership,” you retorted, voice hot with scorn, “you do the killing, i do the talking. i believe that’s how we run things.”

“prancing around offering every single damn twi’lek, human, and nautolan sex is not fucking ‘talking’ (y/n),” his voice trembled with fury, sending fear seeping into your mind. 

“why does it matter to you?” you pressed, “you’re not my boyfriend.”

“it matters because i fucking want you! that’s why.” 

the words struck you as if a blaster hit you directly in the chest, “y-you want me?”

“yes i fucking do,” his hand traveled upwards, grasping your cheek, the leather coarse against your soft skin, “i can’t help but get jealous. it’s like a thick cloud that hangs over me, settling over in a thick haze. it’s like this hunger in me.”

the way his words tumbled from his mouth, so sweet like honey, had you melt underneath his touch. nuzzling into his glove, your eyes fluttered closed, “i-i want you too, din djarin.”

maker, was the mandalorian on edge, aching to pounce. a newfound fire consumed him, burning, destroying any last shred of coherent thinking.

 he was starved. starved of touch. and he yearned. 

oh maker did he yearn to feel your skin under his fingertips. to explore every inch of your smooth and silky flesh. din ached to watch as your juices coated his fingers, soaking everything and anything. 

he needed to take you, and he had to do it now. 

gripping your wrist, the mandalorian dragged you towards the lower decks, towards his own cabin. a quiet yelp echoed through the razor crest as he did so, you stumbling, barely keeping up with his pace. as soon as you reached his quarters, a strong hand pushed you against the cot, your cheek colliding with the fabric. 

“stay still,” din ordered, voice thick with authority. 

around you, the air crackled with tension. the words were clearer, as if there was no barrier. squirming, you attempted to glance over. to see if your premonition was true.  however, it was no use. din had you under an iron grip. 

“w-what are you doi-”

“if you want me so bad,” his voice flooded your left ear, “you’re going to fucking get me.”

“i do want you,” the words were a whine as fabric tore, a horrid tear bouncing off the walls. 

your pants sunk to the cool floor as din ripped them off you, the flesh tingling around the site where he tore them off. usually, the mandalorian would take his time with these sorts of things. but there was no time for the pomp and circumstance. din was desperate, acting without rationality. 

“then take my fucking cock,” the growl erupting from his mouth was no where near human, animalistic and guttural. 

he slammed into you, a gloved hand muffling your cries as his cock stretched your walls. his size was excruciatingly large, tears welling in your eyes, blurring your vision. yet, there was no friction as he began to pound you, his cock sliding in and out of your core with ease. you were soaking wet, almost embarrassingly wet. but it only fueled din, feeding his hunger to fuck you senseless. 

“you’re such a good fucking girl,” din cooed, tone oozing with lust, “you’re taking my cock so well. tell me, who fucks you so good?” 

“you do,” you whimpered, barely audible.

“louder.” a sharp sting coursed through an ass cheek as din slapped it. 

“you do, din,” you repeated. 

“that’s right,” his tip brushed your g-spot, sending pleasure racking your body, “that’s right babygirl. maker, are you wet.”

clutching onto the cot, your eyes rolled back as you felt his mouth collide with your back, pressing sloppy kisses all over your skin. din bit down on your shoulder, sucking and nipping. your juices dribbled down his cock, the member throbbing within you with every stroke. the angle made everything so much more pleasurable, your knees almost buckling as he thrust in and out, cock buried in you. 

his fingers wrapped around the nape of your neck, squeezing, “you’re going to make me cum you feel so fucking good.”

pressure was building in your abdomen, “i-i’m going to cum din.”

“yeah?” his breath was hot against your shoulder, “you can cum babygirl,  let go for me.”

the pleasure was immense, crashing through your body like a tidal wave. your thighs trembled, moans tumbling from your lips, eyes squeezing shut as your knuckles turned white from gripping the cot so tightly. 

“ori'jate,” din murmured, “good girl.”

his thrusts slowed, more languid and sloppy as two souls intertwined into one. his cum filled you up, both of you panting. the heat in the space was astronomical, your knees weakened, exhaustion settling around both of you. 

“fuck,” he cursed, “i’m not finished with you yet, babygirl.” 

he mandalorian slipped a handkerchief in your hand, ensuring that you didn’t catch a glimpse of his face. 

“put that on, and spread your legs.”

*****

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[chaeryybomb]

“only yours” || lee donghyuck

pairing: lee donghyuck/lee haechan x female reader (feat. brief mentions of yuta and jaemin)

genre: mafia!au, fluff and angst

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of death, stab wound, descriptions of blood (do not read if uncomfortable)

summary: a stab wound leads donghyuck into confessing to you.

"Oh my god," You gasped the moment you opened your front door. There stood Donghyuck, drenched from the rain, but that wasn't the only thing he was drenched in. His face was decorated with bruises and cuts, and a dark red patch was formed at his stomach. Donghyuck could barely muster a smile when he slumped forward, your arms immediately caught him but your thin frame was struggling to hold him.

"Hyuck? Hyuck!" You called out, you were begging for any kind of response, just to make sure he was okay.

You could feel tears starting to brim around your eyes. What the fuck had happened? You clearly remembered seeing all fine and bruises-free when he walked you home from your classes. Donghyuck wasn't responding to you and panic rose. You quickly shut her door and dragged him to the couch. You laid him down and noticed that his chest was slowly rising and falling down. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, at least he was breathing.

You didn't care if your couch was going to be stained, you just needed Donghyuck alive and breathing. Your eyes trailed down to the red patch on his shirt. "Jesus Christ," you whispered to yourself. You immediately went to your bathroom to grab the first aid kit. This wasn't Donghyuck's first time showing up at your house all bloodied and bruised. The first time he had shown up was by mistake, but instead of questioning him, you had patched him up and kept the first aid kit ever since. You would refill the kit up once in a while.

You had never seen him beaten up so badly before. Usually whenever he got more serious bruises, such as gunshots and stab wounds, he would have gone to Yuta for help. But this time his mind was only clouded with thoughts of you and suddenly he was in front of your doorstep. You walked back to your living room with the first aid kit in hand and a bowl of water in the other.

You crouched beside Donghyuck's unconscious form and stared at him. You hesitated to lift up his shirt, you fully knew what was underneath it. The slit on the shirt gave it away to be a stab wound. You weren't a medical student like your friend Jaemin, but he made sure to teach you how to treat a stab wound just in case Donghyuck ever came to her with one. (It was because Jaemin, a friend of Donghyuck who also deals in illegal activities and he has treated one too many stab wounds of his friends).

Your hand hovered above his shirt to lift it up but suddenly Donghyuck caught your wrist. You jerked back at the sudden contact and turned to Donghyuck. Donghyuck, who's eyes were still closed but he was mumbling for you to not touch it. You furrowed your eyebrows and ignored his protests. You easily shook his hand off yours due to the fact that he was still weak and lifted his shirt.

You let out a gasp at the wound, blood was gushing out and the blood surrounding it had started to dry. But that doesn't mean it still didn't look painful. The wound was deep and blood was still pouring out. You quickly open up the kit to grab the bandages out. You placed them beside you before taking the cloth and dipping into the bowl of lukewarm water.

You dabbed the cloth around the wound to clean it, Donghyuck hissing in pain with every touch. Since you didn't know how to stitch up a wound, you decided to wrap it up instead, but to do so, you needed Donghyuck to sit up so you could wrap it around him.

"Hyuck," you started softly, "I need you to sit up for me, okay? I'm going to apply some pressure onto the wound so blood won't come out, okay? It's gonna hurt for a while but I swear it'll be over quick."

Donghyuck groaned in reply. You placed the cloth over his wound and applied some pressure, your other arm helping Donghyuck to sit up. Donghyuck hissed and groaned in pain with every movement, your heart clenched at the sound. It pained you to see the boy you loved in pain. After successfully helping Donghyuck to sit up, you grabbed one of his hands and placed it over yours to replace your hand over the cloth.

"I need you to hold this for me, okay? I'm going to take your shirt off," you instructed. You stood up and placed one of your knees on the couch. You slightly pulled his body towards you and gently peeled his shirt off. You threw it somewhere at the couch and crouched back in front of him.

Donghyuck was slowly regaining consciousness but his eyes were tightly shut at the throbbing pain on his abdomen. You removed the cloth and took another one to clean the wound again. Then, you applied a layer of antibiotic ointment over the wound. You took the bandage and wrapped around the wound and abdomen. After finishing bandaging his wound, you walked away to clean yourself— mostly to wash the blood off your hands —and to grab some spare clothes he left over at your apartment.

You returned to the living room with one of Donghyuck's shirts in hand. Donghyuck was already awake and he was just blinking at the wall. You went ahead to get a glass of water and set the glass onto the coffee table as she handed the shirt to Donghyuck. You took a seat next to him and watched him slip it on. Minutes passed and Donghyuck chose to stay silent, but the questions were burning in your throat.

"Hyuck," you laid a hand on his arm. He didn't move away and you took it as a sign to continue. "What happened?"

Silence. Donghyuck’s eyes were trained everywhere but yours. Your grip on his arm tightened. "Donghyuck, you can't just keep showing up here with blood and not tell me what's going on," she said. "Look, Jaemin told me what you guys are doi-"

"Jaemin doesn't have the rights to tell you what we do!" He suddenly snapped.

Your eyes widened and your grip loosened. You narrowed her eyes at him. "What am I supposed to do? You won't tell me anything!" You snapped back.

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU GETTING HURT!" He yelled at you.

You were taken back, it wasn't the first time he had yelled at you but this time it made your heart break a little. Donghyuck stood up and ran his fingers through his hair as he paced around in her room. He was pissed at Jaemin for telling you about what they were doing. He had no rights. But he could see where you were coming from, he kept so many things from you. What better to do than ask one of his best friend's to tell you.

You were now standing up, you watched as Donghyuck walked around in the room trying to calm down. You slowly walked towards him and took his face in your hands to make him stop. Donghyuck relaxed in your touch and brought his hands to cup around yours.

"Donghyuck, I care for you, so, so much," you whispered to him.

Donghyuck leaned his forehead onto hers and held her hands tightly. His heart is saying that he should tell you everything, yet his brain is telling him to push you away and leave so you wouldn't be hurt by others. He never listened to his brain anyways.

He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, he could feel you rub your thumbs against his cheeks. "I'm...I'm part of the mafia," he finally said. It felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders but he was so afraid to open his eyes to meet yours.

Your body tensed up the moment he told her. The mafia? Jaemin didn't tell her anything about the mafia. Yet it all made sense, all those late night phone calls with hushed voices, all those times he showed up with bruises. You understood why he couldn't tell you, but why does it hurt when he kept it from you? You let your hands fall back to your side and Donghyuck opened his eyes.

Your expression was unreadable. He couldn't tell if you were mad or disappointed or feeling anything. But the thing was, you don't know what you were supposed to feel. It was a wave of emotions crashing onto you. Realization hit you like a hammer on a nail. You saw the mafia everywhere on the news, about how they terrorize the city. You read about how many people died in their hands, but also how many members died doing so. Your heart was aching at the thought that Donghyuck could die any day, and every time you saw him could be your last.

Donghyuck took a step forward but your body jerked backwards. He felt his heart get crushed, of course you would run away, they always do.

"Y/N–"

"What were you thinking? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Donghyuck winced at your words. He knew the dangers of joining the mafia. Ever since Taeyong recruited him at the edge of 15, his life has been on the edge with the fear of not knowing whether he would wake up the next day or not. The thrill of it was what made him feel alive. He did it for the money at first, but now NCT are family to him. It made him feel more welcomed than his biological family ever did. And now that he met you, he chose to live for you. He needed to live for you.

"I feel like everyone just forgot I exist," he suddenly said, his head lowered and he stared at the floor. "My parents never gave a damn about me, I never had friends in school. No one knew who Lee Donghyuck was. But when I joined the mafia, the name "Lee Haechan" struck fear into people. I know that it was bad, but it feels like I was known, even if it was for something bad."

"And then I met you. You didn't know who Haechan was, but you remembered me, Donghyuck, as the quiet kid from high school," he finally looked up and locked eyes with you, slowly taking steps towards you. You made no movement to move, so Donghyuck took it as his sign to advance till he was right in front of you. His hands shakily went to cup your face. "You, L/N Y/N, made me feel like I was remembered and loved."

You hadn't realized you were crying until he wiped away a stray tear that had escaped. You opened her mouth to scold him on how dangerous and reckless he was. As if he had read your thoughts, he cut you off by saying, "And I know how dangerous this life is, I won't die, I promise. I'll never leave my favorite girl alone. You make me want to live. Please know that...that I love you," he confessed. He brought you closer so both of your foreheads were resting against each other and he closed his eyes.

"I love you," he says again but in a whisper. He wants no one else but you to hear him even though the apartment was empty. You felt her tears increase and you reached up to hug him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest. Donghyuck's arm naturally moved to wrap around your waist, he placed his chin on your head and stroked your head.

You subconsciously hugged him tighter and forgot about his wound. Donghyuck winced in pain and you immediately let go of him, a string of apologies leaving you.

Donghyuck chuckled, "It's fine, I don't mind getting hurt by you."

Your lips trembled, he really had the nerve to joke at a time like this. She hit him on the arm as you rubbed your eyes. "I hate you," you said in between sniffles. Donghyuck froze, he thought that you didn't want anything to do with him anymore. You removed your hands from your face and looked at him, "But I also love you too, you idiot."

Donghyuck grinned, he embraced you tightly. "I have a feeling we should kiss"

"Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?"

Instead of answering you, he leaned down and connected your lips. Her eyes fluttered shut and she gripped his arms. Their mouths moved in sync as if they were made from each other. You could feel Donghyuck smile against your lips. Donghyuck's hands move to cup your neck and tilt her head to give him more access. You were the first to pull away, you giggled quietly when Donghyuck chased after his lips. He let out a whine when you did so.

He opened his eyes and stared at you lovingly, and you were staring back at him with the same amount of love in your eyes. "So, you're mine now, right?"

You giggled and nodded. "Only yours."

a/n: thanks for reading! requests are open!

[toutorii]

S-so um for my Creative Writing class we have to do a portfolio submission, and Ive started on mine and I was just wondering if you peoples could give your brutally honest opinion on it-

Chapter 1

In my very valid opinion, the age of 24 was not the age to become a grandma. And yet, here I was, with this kid standing it front of me, saying he’s my grandson. He looked adorable, his Strawberry Blonde curls just bouncing as he leaned from foot to foot. He had a bandaid on his nose, and his dull brown Aviator goggles were crooked on the tops of his head. Freckles were randomly placed on his face, and dimples were on both sides of his cheeks as he smiled at me. Nope, not happening, not today cute child.

‘I-” I started to talk without know what I was going to say, “Look kid, I think you have the wrong person-”

“Nope! You’re my Grandmama1” His voice was adorable too, kill me now-

“Look, I am twenty-four, single, and havent ever gotten pregnant, so I can try and help you find your Grandmama or whatever but I’m not-” I was interrupted yet again. I stopped as he wagged a hand in my face, stopping what I was going to say. I blinked at him. Twice, as he pulled out a faded picture. And let me tell you, I was ready to blame this entire thing on my lack of sleep. But the universe was not so kind, as he pulled a necklace that looked exactly like mine, oh wow, shocker, wouldn’t have guessed that. Wait that’s my necklace-

“Wai- huh- how did you get-” I grabbed onto my own necklace which I found in the trash once and fell in love with. “Im so confused-”

“I’m from the future, doi” He said that so nonchalantly. Ah yes, that clears everything up.. This kid was from the-

“Future? Like, time travel?” He looked at me with those large round eyes, which I just noticed were different colours. The right one, or his left I suppose, was a deep chocolatey brown. Where as the opposite one was as deep an black as ink..

“Yep! I come from the year 2105, and sadly there are no flying cars yet.”

An awkward silence filled the space in between us.

“So you’re a tourist….. But from the future….”

“Yep! All the nerds from comicon are from my generation..”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Well, maybe not all of them”

I didn’t know how to react to everything. Was I exposed to be elated? Jump for Joy? But right now i just feel confused. I’m 24, an inventor and the neighborhood mechanic, sometimes picking up a job as a mercenary. I just finished college and can barely make myself instant ramen without causing issues. The idea of having a family and then raising that kid to have then have this kid is unbelievable. And yet, I can’t really deny it as I look into his eyes and take in his facial features. He really did look like my little brother or a cousin. But what if I didn’t raise his parent? What if I spiraled out of control with addiction or something of the sort, and had to give them up? What if he resents me and is trying to take his revenge? Wait wait wait, first I need to figure out why he’s here. Yes, get the facts and then panic.

“So…’ I started off, “whats your name?”

“Jamie! Jamie Hansen to be exact.” oh good lord hes loud, adorable, and confident.

‘So.. Jamie….. Lets go to my shop so we can talk about your…. Situation….. A little more, okay?” Meeting my grandchild in an alleyway in the middle of New Los Angeles was not how I was going to spend my morning. However my idea of getting a large coffee and drinking half of it while gazing out of the window like I was someone important can wait.

We walked down the street, mainly empty because only insane people were up at this hour. In downtown shop vendors lined the sides of the streets, setting up their shops for the day. Tall buildings framed the entire street, they were all a gray colour due to the dirt and dust build up. Almost all of the shops were made from scrap metal, enough for a counter, walls, and a roof. Thankfully I saved up enough money to buy the lower part of the building behind my little shop, so i can do my job in a more spacious environment. We walked pass Mrs. Polly, an older woman who worked in the stall next to me. She always wore a shawl and never let anyone see her hair. I asked her about it and she just said it made her feel safe and comfortable. Her eyes always crinckled when she smiled, which I found adorable.

“Heyo Mrs. Polly.” I greeted

“Hello Rhys, how are you today?”

“I’ve got company today,” I nodded towards my ‘company’.

“Ah, and who is this young one?”

“I’m Jamie!”

“Lovely to meet you Jamie”

Mrs. Polly did her normal pat of the head and “May peace be with you” as we walked into my shop. The smell of motor oil and metal immediatley filled my sense of smell. The building wasn’t too big. Maybe a little bigger than a high school classroom, just make the walls and floors metal. Different machine parts and equipment were scattered throughout the entire room, to anyone else it looked like there was no rhyme or reason. Which is true, but I’ve gotten used to this specific lack of rhyme and reason. The only off setting thing is now I have this, child, wandering around, messing with things.

[jimjamthehorrorman]

Everything you write is more perfect than the last khfjdhgldfh I don't wanna spam your inbox but u need to know that i love everything you make~ could I maybe ask for some really cute, really wholesome jason? Maybe like, he shows the reader his face for the first time and they're like "oh shit ur hot" maaaybe some nsfw if ur up to it!

😭💕😭💕😭💕

You got it!

Wholesome 🌹:

Jason is fearful of what you might think. You've been so nice to him that he feels like he has to show you what's under the mask. He fears that you'll hate it. That's why he knows he loves you. He isn't afraid that you'll make fun of him, he's just afraid like the phantom of the opera that you'll be so disgusted by him he'll be left alone to rot with a pit in his stomach where a love once was.

He spent many a night deliberating with his mother as to what he should do, how he would go about it... And then he had a glorious idea.

A candlelit dinner in the cabin!

You find your way to the cabin from his... colorful way of expressing directions.

(He left flowers in an arrow shape along the narrow path leading to the cabin, the white petals floating in the breeze around you. He would choose a beautiful summer night to have you for dinner, the romantic.)

As you climb the steps and knock on the cabin door you hear a bunch of fumbling with the lock. Shaky hands, you think to yourself. The door slides open revealing your hockey-masked mystery man with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Oh Jason that's so sweet!"

You can't see it, but he's beaming ear to ear behind that mask, cheeks pink with love. He lets you in, pulling out your chair and sitting before you with a plate full of your favorite meal. You had only told him about it once, probably six weeks back.

"Jason! I didn't think you'd remember! You're such a sweetheart!"

He chuckles, holding the back of his neck. He looks at you, eyes half full of happy, half full of worry and he fears his glasses my overflow if he doesn't rip it off like a bandaid.

*Snap*

"Jason? What are you doing, Honey?"

*Snap*

"You don't have to take it off unless you're comfortable, Hun."

*Snap*

His mask falls to the cabin floor with a thud. He closes his eyes, awaiting you to just leave. A tear glosses his eyelash and begins to fall as he hears your chair pull out and footsteps.

He gasps. The feeling of your hands on his own and your lips on his cheek was the relief he had begged for since the day his mother, the only one who loved him for him, had died.

"Jason you're as handsome as can be. An absolute stud!"

His blush now visible to the world as you pepper him with kisses. Neither of you care that the meal begins to cool as you end up kissing and talking into the night and snacking on hot dogs by the fire outside. He's free. He's finally free of the mask he's been hiding behind because he found you, and you love him for him.

🌹

NSFW👿:

Arguably the best mistake you ever made was teaching Jason to swim.

You both spend time swimming around during the day but when he invites you to swim after dark you have to wonder what he's up to.

You show up in the usual, your suit/trunks and a towel, and as you're walking through the clearing to the docks, you spot Jason.

He's wading around in the water. In this light you can see the water glistening off of his skin and the way the evening light makes everything look so.. stunning.

As soon as he sees you, he waves like a big goof and hops out of the wat- oh wow he's naked. He's full on birthday suit. The light doesn't hold back on making him look absolutely gorgeous. He's a fit but very thick boy, and watching his large arms lift him out of the water.. your eyes are in for a treat.

He meets you at the beginning of the dock, nearly slipping and catching himself on you.

"Jason you clumsy boy! you could have killed yourself!"

He nods, holding onto you for support as he straightens up.

You can see everything.. Oh no are you staring? Quit staring! Good job now he knows you're looking. He's blushing and only the light from the moon and the mosquito torches remains as the sun finally tucks itself under the horizon.

Jason smiles at you, motioning for you to strip down too.

"Oh I don't know.. I thought we were just going for a swim."

He nods, reaching out for your hand and placing it on his smooth bare chest, he begins to place kisses on your cheek, down to your neck.

"No one can see us out here?"

He shakes his head and as you step back to pull off your clothes, he runs down the dock and jumps into the water, a huge wave coming from his impact.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..."

You get completely naked and slide off the dock into the water with a tiny plunge. Jason takes notice and starts swimming toward you. He throws your arms up on his shoulders and swims around with you on his back.

"Jason, you're a goofball." You place a soft kiss on his cheek to which he winks at you.

After about two hours of splashing at one another, Jason leans you up against the dock at the shallow end and begins kissing you, holding your hips against his own.

You knew where he was going and you certainly weren't going to stop him.

And then he jumps underwater.

"Jason? What are you doi-"

Hands gently push your legs apart and a soft pair of lips brush against your thigh. His mouth completely encompasses your erogenous zones as he begins to prepare you for the finalé. You begin to wonder how long he can breathe underwater when your moans bring him back to the surface, it's time for him to put his body to good use.

He picks you up, holding you with a gentle grasp on your ass as he pushes his massive member inside you. He moans softly as he does the work, letting you hold him in a tight embrace.

Talk about a patient man, he let's this ride go on for hours.. the sun begins barely peaking at the horizon when you both finish in each other's arms.

He carries you back to the cabin where you shower and lay down for a good long time.

Camp Crystal Lake might be your new home if he keeps this up.

~~~

HOPE YOU ENJOY!

[deathvalleyqueen]

 John’s Children VS Joseph Seed - FCND -

“You three don’t remember what the Project was like, you two were just babies.” Lily snapped pointed towards Rose and Grace. “You weren’t even born!” She screamed as she gestured wildly towards Finn. “We remember, Sam and I... we remember Joseph breaking our Grandfather’s neck because he DARE question the project.” The three younger Seeds looked over at Lily blankly. They had rarely seen her get so angry. “This is not just about the Highwaymen... Ethan... you two want to make it about them. FINE.” 

“Lily..” Sam started softly reaching over to his sister trying to calm her but it was to no avail. 

“Don’t ‘Lily’ me like Dad does...” She snarled pushing Sam’s hand away. “We are going to end Joseph, the control he still has over our father, our mother,  Aunt Rachel. He has to die for them to be free. You know it!” 

“Mom got him to leave... it’s done.” Sam noted softly. 

“It’s done, when he takes his last breath.” The fury in Lily’s voice echoed through the dark forest where they had set up camp. 

Grace stood up and crossed her arms in front of her chest and shook her head. “How do you expect we get to him? The gates of New Eden are locked to us, that masked fucker..” 

“He’s our uncle..” Sam muttered softly. “the ‘masked fucker’ was Colin MacKenna. Our mother’s brother...” 

Finn took a step forward. “It doesn’t matter if he is your Uncle or not. He isn’t going to be letting us in and if we can’t get in... we can’t find Joseph.” They had a fair point and Grace reach over and rubbed their arm. “I know I am right, this one time.” 

“Then we prove we are worthy, we are ready to repent our sins.” Rose added lowly as she looked at her feet. “We find a copy of the Book of Joseph, prove we are who we say we are... the children of the Heralds... that we have as much right to be there, more even, than anyone else.” Everyone looked at Rose as her hand lifted to play with the leather cord and key around her neck. “We don’t know if the people of New Eden even remember John Seed... Jacob Seed... those names could mean nothing to them.” 

“How?” Lily asked bitterly. “There are people who were part of The Project, who knew our parents...” 

“The winners are the ones the write history.” Finn noted looking at Lily befor glancing over at Grace. “That’s what our Dad always taught us.” Grace gave Finn a weak smile as she silently nodded agreeing. “So, Joseph thinks he won, our parents barely escaped but they did, so what makes you think he ever mentioned he had brothers that betrayed him to protect their families?” 

Sam let out a long sigh as he nodded his head. “Finn made an excellent point.” He looked directly at Rose. “If, that’s a massive if, Rose. We can even find an intact copy of the Book of Joseph, we could be walking into a trap. Joseph could have deemed our families the snakes in the garden of Eden, he could a declared our line to be akin to carrying the blood of Judas... we are the children of betrayers coming to destroy what The Father has built for his people.” In that moment Sam sounded less like he was speaking to his sister and more like he was given a serman. “We must see that is what they will view us as and no matter how much we want to prove, the gates of New Eden may always be bared to us.” 

“Then we rip the gates down.” Lily replied slowly. “We rip them off the hinges, burn them down if we have to, but Joseph is not living through this.” 

“HE COULD BE DEAD ALREADY!” Rose snapped as she stood up from the log she was seated upon. “You want to base our whole plans on taking down an old man who probably is dead already or wishes he was.” Rose’s voice shook. “While is shit stain of a son is the thorn in our side while we try to stop these twins who want to over take the whole damn county for themselves. Priorities Lilith!” Rose was furious, Grace turned and tried to calm her elder sister down but it was useless. Once Rose was started, it was hard to stop her. “Let time take him! If he has a conscious, it will do him in if it hasn’t already. You want us to take revenge for things I don’t remember... Grace doesn’t remember...Finn doesn’t remember! THIS ISN’T OUR FIGHT!” 

“IT IS!” Lily screamed. “THIS IS OUR FAMILY!” Lily’s hands were shaking as she ran them through her long dark locks. “You don’t remember because you were a baby, you were lucky... you didn’t have to hide in a closet while the Whitetails kidnapped our mother! Hearing her scream or the look on our father’s face when he pulled me out of that closet all covered in blood. You weren’t even born when Joseph snapped Papa’s neck! You didn’t see Uncle Bobby begging for his life before the Deputy and her little friends put a dozen holes in him while he was trying to protect US!” Tears of anger started to roll down Lily’s cheeks. “Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean it didn’t happen! It just means you were LUCKY.” Rose turned away knowing this was not a battle she was going to win as Lily took a few steps around the fire and crossed to stand in front of Grace. “You would have stayed with us... your family... if it wasn’t for him..”

Lily was trying to sway Grace to her side but there was little point. Grace shook her head as she locked eyes with her eldest sister. “You think I would want any other life than what I had? I love my parents.” Grace’s voice was eerily calm, only Finn knew the truth that her voice only took such a flat tone when Grace was ready to snap. “MY PARENTS, Jacob and Ellie, raised me just fine. I am who I am today because of MY PARENTS.” Her voice began to rise as she closed the gap between herself and Lily. “I have saved your fucking ass, because of MY PARENTS. So don’t you dare assume that I would have ever wanted anything else.” 

“Gracie... come on...” Finn started trying to coax their sister down from what they knew was going to end up in a brawl. “It’s not worth it, we should just go back home, to Mom and Dad and just let these idiots sort their own shit out.” Finn was trying their best to get through to Grace but it was in moments like this that in the past Jacob would be the only one able to talk her down from the fight. “We tried to fix the shit mom and dad did and guess what. It’s FUBARed dude. There absoutly no fucking fixing this. The Project at Eden’s Gate... it’s the fucking plague, it infects every part of this county and maybe we should just let those twins fucking take it all over. The people who smart will leave and the stupid will stay and fight.” Finn paused and their eyes locked onto Grace’s. “Are we smart or stupid?” 

Grace took a long deep breath and contemplated their options. She took her time weighing ever possible scenario she could think of in a five minutes it took for her to finally answer Finn. “We are Seeds... of course we fucking stupid.” Grace sighed as she brought her hands to her face. With another long deep breath in she looked up at Lily. “You want to us to fight Joseph, fine. We will but you do the recon, the leg work. Find me away in, come up with a solid plan of attack and I’ll carry it out but you have to admit this isn’t to help anyone but yourself.” Lily looked shocked at Grace’s words. “So, if it’s deal.. you two. Who ‘remember’ can do the work on Joseph to tame what ever demons of your past you have to, but the three of us, Carmina and the rest. We are going after those twins and their ‘Highwaymen’, then Ethan... we are going to prove that our family, The Seeds, can do more than just destroy Hope County.” 

“Who the fuck do you think you are bossing me around?” Lily snapped. 

Grace scoffed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I am the only one with the balls to lead us.” There was almost a tone of humor in a voice as she spoke leaning forward. “You can’t lead, you are to driven by your emotions and that gets people we don’t want killed...killed.” Grace’s eyes lifted as she nodded her head towards Sam. “He could lead, but she doesn’t want to.  Rose as the same problem as you and Finn... well Finn has always been my second in command. So fall in line, doy your work, and you’ll your little revenge ... or try to do it your way, and die a horrible death but at least you will be out of my way.” Grace wouldn’t wait for a reply she turned to Finn and gave them a nod towards where their pets had been resting just along the tree line. “Let’s go feed the animals.” Finn nodded and the pair walked off into darkness leaving the three oldest siblings left by the fire. 

Lily bit the inside of her cheek as Sam walked up behind and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Grace is right... really. Her plan is...” 

“She is our baby sister, you are just going to let her boss us around?” Lily’s voice cracked and Sam looked over at Rose who shook her head as she sat down not wanting any part of this. 

Sam squeezed his twin’s shoulder as he looked her in the eyes. “Grace is not our baby sister, not since things went sideways. Mom and Dad can’t accept that, but we should.” Lily shook her head defiantly. “Lily, I know you want her to be the little sister you got to play with like a living doll, that pulled your hair, that made mom smile again... but she isn’t that. That girl is dead. Okay. The Grace we have is all we ever will have, I accept. Rose accepts it.” Lily looked up long enough to see Rose nodding. “Wouldn’t you rather have her back in her life as a cousin, helping us clean up this fucking mess, rising up to be the leader we need though you know she doesn’t want to do it, she is. All because I am too scared of what I could become in that position. But because you remember someone who is really dead, you would rather still hold on to her being your ‘sister’ and have her and Finn just walk out of our lives again?” 

Lily slowly shook her head. “I don’t want them to leave.”

“Then accept we have to fall in line..” Rose interjected. “Grace isn’t cruel, she isn’t out to hurt people who don’t deserve it. She really just wants to help people, as stupid and noble as that is.” Lily said nothing only looked to Sam who gestured to Rose who seemed to have the situation handled. “Listen, Grace cares about other people, she puts others before herself all the time. You heard what she did just get her damn dog back... a dog...”

“I would have burned that place down too to get Boomer.” 

“Exactly.” Rose said with a laugh. “We all would have. That’s the point... we aren’t this family or that family. We are all one family. So she calls Jacob her Dad. Who gives a fuck?” Lily shook her head once more. “Listen, you want Joseph to suffer... show her why. I know why. Sam remembers for fucks sake. Do the recon like said and show her who The Father really is. She’ll be just as angry and out for blood in the end like you are.” Rose smirked as she settled back onto the log.

“How are you so sure?” Lily asked. 

Rose cracked a smirk that reminded the twins so much of  their father’s it made both of them a tad nervous. “Because we all have the same evil tainting our souls, that wrath that comes with being born a Seed.” Her eyes fixed upon the fire. “The Sins of our father, our father’s father and so on... it’s always there looking for a new way to come out.” The twins watched Rose carefully and were unnerved by how sure of herself she sounded. “The sin... the curse... it’s just waiting for us all to just say yes and give in...” Rose’s eyes lifted and they look vacant like there was nothing there behind them, just darkness. “I said yes... you did... Sam has... Grace will too, we all will just...say yes...because that’s what we do.” Rose slowly stood and walked off to go join Grace and Finn as they cared for the animals. 

This left the Twins alone, both equally unnerved. “What the fuck?” Sam questioned softly. 

“She is losing it.” Lily muttered. “This all is breaking her...” 

Sam shook his head. “No, I think being away from Mom and Dad for the first time... it’s the first time we are seeing who Rose really is. I think she just stopped trying to act normal...” 

“She sounded just like towards end of everything..” Lily whispered the fear in her voice only noticeable to Sam. 

“I know... Mom stopped him. We’ll stop her.” Sam pulled his sister into a tight hug. “I promise...we won’t let her become him...”