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shocymer · 9 months ago

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Redemption

"To him who's giving you a second chance, If there's heaven and hell, would you still risk everything for him?"

Pairing : mafia!Mingi × f!reader

Word counts : 6,1k

Contents and Warning : 18+ smut mdni! , mafia! AU, mention of illegal drugs, TW! mention of abused (undetailed), mention of rape (undetailed), attachment issue, suicide attempt (see the end notes), smoking cigs!mingi, action, gunfight, bloodshed, soft dom!mingi, oral (giving), size kink, slightly choking, unprotected sex, cumshot, creampie, husband!Mingi.

× This works is part of "The Brothers Series", and never meant to represent Mingi in any shape or form ×

Cold. Ache. Numb joints. Struggled to blink your eyes for a few times, you found yourself laying down in the dark alley for don’t even know how many hours have passed. Slowly moving your bruised frail hand to reach those chapped lips of yours. A familiar deep voice startled you. You saw those man through the corner of your eyes.

He's leaning against the alley wall next to you. Lighted his cigarette, before letting out a puff of smoke that slowly dissolve into thin air.

“Just like I told you before young lady. You should take my last offer.”

The tears rolled down your cheek. Recollecting your memories how he found you in the similar state a week before, except it isn’t worse as now. With the same bruises covered all over your body, due to escaping from your abused household, you could still save that perfect healthy legs of yours.

His words kept ringing inside of your head. As it’s like forced to get out of it. “Come with me, I can guarantee your safety.” Made you rethink over few times. Who else should I trust? People who only called themselves family constantly abusing you whenever they like just to venting out their anger issues. So far you could endure it all, but unfortunately not last night. In attempted to fight back, your legs get broken instead. Right in the middle of the night after all of those hell ride, you dragged your limping self to this dark alley with the only remaining strength.

The man shrugged his shoulder in impatience. Waiting for your answer who’s still silently cry while laying on the cold asphalt not moving an inches.

“So, how is it?” he’s asking your final decision.

You turn your head towards him, mouthing the words “Please take me.” Before the consciousness left you out.

He throw away the remaining cigarette that slipped between his fingers. Stepped on it with the tip of his sole then walk slowly towards your body. He crouched down while scanning your miserable state.

Shook his head as if he felt the pain after seeing you, then a deep sighed left from his mouth. “What a poor soul, you should’ve decided earlier.”

After he brushed off the dust on his black suit a little bit, he carried you into his arms. Proceed to walk step by step towards the end, greeted by his men who’s immediately open the car door for him. Then they drove away, taking you out of that terrible dark alley, leaving it’s coldness and your past behind.

⁠✧

“As expected you’re doing a good job.” His sweet voice echoed in your ears, quite the opposite of his intimidating looks.

It’s the same man who saved you a few years back, Song Mingi. He’d been diving in illegal activities since the beginning of his life, doing a lot of dirty works neatly. His men were scattered everywhere, all thanks to the connections he had built from a long time ago. And you think you’re also part of them.

You devoted your entire life for him as he’s your salvation. Obediently do everything he ordered without hesitation. Despite all of the sin he had done, never in any slightest he will put you in danger. To the point you’re getting bored of hearing his same message every time you’ll go on a mission.

“If the situation getting worse and you are in unfavorable state, find me. I’ll take care the rest of it.”

Sometimes you want to protest. Due to a lot of experiences of working under him for many years, you should be able to handle the worst possible thing. But he always forbids you, questioning your own safety and it ended with a long lecture. If so, what can you do? You can only sit with your head down waiting for him to finish his scolding. But deep down inside you’re happy about it.

“I just did what my master told me to do.” You responded in bliss everytime he praises you.

His fingertips run trough the strands of your hair, stroking it in delicate manner. “Good girl.” While looking into your eyes proudly. His smile is intoxicating. That’s become a strong reason for you to do his errands perfectly.

“This is for your hard work.” He put a white fancy paper bag on your bed. Then giving you few last caress on top of your head before leaving. Your eyes trailing his presence till it disappear behind the door.

When you peeked at the contents, it was a bundle of money and a jewelry box with small note on it.

Throw away the old one, I know it shredded into pieces.

- M.

You laughed at the note. How could you throw it away, that was the first gift he gave to you. You already guessed that the second you open the box, it’s an exact same bracelet that wrapped around your wrist for years, struggled to keep intact after it wrecked on your last two missions. Well, he’s pretty sweet for a criminal.

⁠✧

Different days, different matters. Beside the other trivial works, his biggest main source is the casino. What made him furious was someone trying to sabotage it by smuggling illegal drugs in. He already had one or two suspect names and somehow believed they’re located in a red light district area. Now, you’re into a heat arguments with him, hating every nonsense ideas that spurt out of your pretty lips.

“No. Definitely not.” He crossed his arms, sure thing your words flamed his anger even more.

“It’s much easier for me to blend in there. You’ll get their information faster.” You talk quietly afraid of his wrath. He always lets you join him wherever he goes. Except for one place, the red light district. Either he left you at his place or he never told you that he would go there.

Frustration overwhelmed him, ended up taking off his black spectacle. “I hate to say this sweetie, but I’m a man and you’re a woman. I can’t let you go there.”

“But the sex worker..” You averted your gaze from him, hesitant to continue. “are mostly women, I thought that I can disguise as one of them.”

He immediately got up from the chair and walked towards you. His thumb and index finger grabbed your chin, turning your face to him, made you looking straight into his eyes. “Listen young lady, it’s not worth of the risk. I-” he shook his head then release the grip from your chin.

“I lost my mother there. She was brutally ganged by multiple crazy bastard.” You could see his jaw tightened, his stare were full of resentment. “I was only six that time. Then, father brought me here.”

Ah, somehow you’re familiar with the father figure he told you about. You believed there’s 8 of them who’s adopted by the father. As you remember, they named themselves KQ Fellaz. They’re quite famous cartel where you used to live before. Even though their existence is still questionable, but at that time people keep talking about them. You don’t even know if Mingi was part of it. In fact, you think he’s the father itself due to him has saved you before.

Now you understand, why he strictly banned you from going there. He didn’t budge at all after spilling over his bitter past. Couldn't stand the look on his face, you bring your warm hand to cupped his cheek, caressing it slowly hoping it’ll calm him down. When you’re about to hug him, there’s a knock on the door. Both of you turned to the source of the sound in reflex.

“Come in!” Mingi yelled.

A tall male figure entered the room. He looked friendly, his arms were wide open as if he was waiting for Mingi into his arms. Mingi’s eyes instantly lit up, then he returned the hug like an old friend who hasn't seen each other for a long time.

“Oh Yunho, I thought you wouldn’t come.” Mingi said as he let go.

“I’ll definitely come. But I couldn’t promise you exactly when.” He patted mingi’s back.

They’re lost in conversation, talking about those casino problems which this Yunho guy believed all the ruckus caused by the same prominent figure that interrupted his own works too. Meanwhile, you’re busy looking at him from the corner of the room where you’re sitting. He's the complete opposite of Mingi. His facial features are delicate, his skin is white as milk, his hair is short with dark brown colors and well styled. What equates them is only their clothing, they consistently wear black suits, although Yunho is much more formal, meanwhile Mingi looks a little bit casual just like how people dealing in this kind of works are supposed to be look like.

There’s no intimidating aura emits from him. Made you wonder, what works he’s in with those kind of look? An entertainer? Or public figure? Who knows, maybe he’s one of informants that your master is looking for.

You stopped your thoughts when his eyes met with yours. He gave you a soft smile, before turned back to Mingi.

“You’re into adopting too ?”

“She is..” Mingi took a quick glance at you, a thin smile formed his lips, “..my tool. You know, I’m not as good as father.” He always takes time to praise no one know whether those figure exist whenever he mentioned its name. Using his index and middle fingers, he gestured you to come over him.

You obediently approached Mingi, his arm automatically wrap around your waist as asserting your ownership to the person he’s talking to. If he did this, it means Yunho is one of his important business partners. But wait, they’re mentioned those same “father” before. So..

Yunho only chuckled at the sight of you two. Then immediately diverted it, “Tell me what else do you need?” he asked.

“I really need their exact location. Ya know there’s dealers activity around the red light district, but I’m still doubting whether it’s legit their quarters or their operation zone only.” Mingi reached for the lighter in his pocket to light the cigarette that placed between his lips. Smoked on it once or twice.

“I sent my men to check it last week, but fuck there’s no words back till now.” He continued while looking far away out of the window.

Yunho could sense the annoyance radiating through his words. “And? What’s your next move?”

He grinned while imagining how he would ravage those wretch. “Wiped clean their base of course. I don’t like any pests slink in my lovely fields.”

Knowing what to do, Yunho promised him that he’ll be back for few days to dig more information. Before leaving, he put his hand on Mingi’s shoulder, leaning closer to talk beside him in low tone. “Remember, don’t act rashly.” When Mingi turned to him, he only gave him a faint smile, “Oh and keep an eye on your surrounding bud.” Then, he patted Mingi’s shoulder for few times and walk away out of the room, leaving you two alone.

⁠✧

“.. Yes sir, please go this way. We can talk about it in my office.” The old man that known as the manager guided Mingi as soon as he set his foot at the casino entrance.

You look around, the situation is still the same as the normal days. Crowded by people who enjoy betting their own wealth, plus the sound of slot machines were rumbling in the background as you go deep inside. The casino has been around for almost a decade. Even though it’s still quite new, but its reputation is well known to be able to compete with others. And of course Mingi despise any slightest intervention for the continuity of his business. So, he intended to find out everything with his own eyes today.

“How about we talk about the matters here. I want to enjoy the casino atmosphere right now.” He declined the offer politely, giving a convincing reason with the only sole purpose which is to observe everything clearly.

The manager immediately snapped his fingers, called several waiters to prepare the VIP seats that located in the middle of the casino. Of course anything is done for your master as the respective owner of this place.

“Sir, would you like some ladies for the companion, before we start?” The same old man made an offer while inviting him to take a seat.

He gestured with his hand to reject it. “No need, I bring my own. Shall we start now?” He pulled you to sit on his lap as soon as he sat on the couch. You catch what he means right away, then you begin to put your hand behind his neck while the other one rest on his clothed chest, acting like one of his own ladies. But on the contrary, he didn’t have any girls around.

All of his past trauma was swallowing over him, every girl touches made him uncomfortable in some kind of a way. Disgusted by the fact how his mother’s life ended by several men, he’s afraid of the possibility to unleashed the sickening behavior as a man whenever any woman approached him. But after he met you, he’ll bring you along whether to meet the clients or some of the influential person on his work. Therefore, beside of doing your job as his underlings, the other purpose was to avoid some ladies that sent to accompany him in every meetings with them. And that cause you often mistaken as his woman by a lot of people he met.

Back to the casino right now, you directed your gaze all over the room, trying to catch if something strange might be happen. Sometimes, you took a glance at Mingi who’s still talking to those manager, trying to read his cautious expression to the surrounding. He’ll occasionally caress your thigh for a few times, only to keep your composure.

You flicked your eyes to the side, noticing the odd. Proceed to run your fingertips from his chest up to his neck and end up covering your lips from the side which is pressing against his right ear. Mingi hold the grunts that almost escape from the back of his throat as he feel your soft breath hitting on his skin, and he finally giving the attention you wanted.

“2 o’clock direction. I’ll check it right away.” You whispered into his ear.

His eyes aimed at the place you’re referring to, then slightly lean away from you. “My sweetie is bored huh? You wanna look around?” He brushed his palm on your back gently, still didn’t drop the act.

“Yes please, can I?” You cooed at him, giving your pampered look as convincing as possible.

“Of course, everything for you baby.” Then he pulled you closer, pressing his lips to yours for a few seconds before let you go.

You didn’t expect he will kiss you right away. Isn’t it too much for a mere acting? Wait, did he repay your previous actions? Mingi’s expression was hard to read, he only smirked at you as if “good luck” was the only two words that written on his face. However, you swift away towards the possible problems occurred, after showed them your sweetest smile for the last time.

Well, it didn’t go smoothly as you wanted. You pretend to be interested in the slot machines that lined up near you, under the pretext of approaching those suspicious figures stealthily. But it ended up they’re in the middle of the crowd where it’s difficult for you to reach. You tried to sneak in, squishing your body among a lot of people. To be honest, this wasn’t your main forte. Your part is to deal with the target directly as a decoy. And there’s no other option, it’s too crowded for any commotion to occur, so the only thing you can do is watching them closely.

They drew closer to each other, it seems like exchanging something under their coat. You accidentally stole glances with one of them, and somehow he looks quite familiar but there’s no other clue because half of his face is covered with hat. You still tried to get closer carefully, but alas it didn’t work. They’re gone, blending in with the crowd, wearing the same black coat with people around in the casino.

You turned your gaze to Mingi from the place you’re standing right now. Only realized that his eyes was fixed on you from the earlier you left. Slightly shook your head at him, you gave him signal that the target was gone. He rolled his eyes, immediately stopping his conversation with the manager before barging out of the casino furiously. You followed him behind, who’s cursing along the way towards his car.

Pulled the highest gear and stepped on the gas pedal, he’s driving in full speed. His eyes pierced straight towards the road as if he could tear it apart. There’s too many questions running inside of your head, but you’re afraid to ask. So you just sit quietly on the passenger seat beside him.

He pressed the bridge of his nose every now and then, hoping it’ll reduce the headache a little bit. But it didn’t work either way. He decided to break the silence after quite some time. “Haa.. I can’t trust those old man either.”

You dared yourself to give him a response, “why? You have known him for a long time though.”

“It just.. my own suspicion. Nothings deep.” He looked much calmer than before while still focused on driving his car. “That’s why I bring you instead of useless bunch of my men.”

Right, the casino manager must be recognize them here and there if Mingi wanted to check it in secret. But it still didn’t work, you lost those troublemaker too. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t do it properly.”

He clicked his tongue before bringing his fingers that belong to his right hand, running through some stands of your loose hair. “Relax, sometime it tend to happen.” You thought he would be mad, but actually he calmed you instead. To the point you could feel the cold sweat enveloped over your palm because you’re too afraid of him.

His phone is ringing, the incoming call notification were written on the head unit screen, it’s from one of his men. Informed him that they had found the target location. He swerved the steering wheel all at once, immediately drove to the location they’re referring to. Just like how he speculated before, he felt satisfied that it was right, those bastards base was in the red light district area.

Upon the arrival, he gave you a warning sign to not to get out of the car no matter what happen, before rushing out and being greeted by his several men. You saw him through the car window, the way his annoyed expression drawn on his face, but still kept the composure remain. It can be seen that he burn the cigarettes tip and taking a deep drag of it, just to calm himself down.

He pulled out his favorite handgun, racking the slide once to load in the bullet, then he gave the command to break into those place. His men spreading all over the main hall in swift motion, but strangely there’s not a single person was on guard there. Due to unexpected of this big place, Mingi ordered them to split up and told them to kill anyone they met.

On the other hand, you just sat quietly in the car, even though occasionally heard the gunshots noise one after another coming from the mansion which couldn't be muffled by how tight the car was. Oh to be the passenger princess, you’re hating how useless you are right now.

You startled by the sudden rang coming from Mingi’s phone, Yunho’s name was pop out on the screen. Hesitant whether you should answer or ignore it afraid of being too nosy. After you think clearly like how careless is your master to left out his important being here, you end up slide the green button to the right.

“Hello, where are you right now?” Yunho’s anxious voice heard across the phone.

You answered him carefully, “Uhm sir, it’s me. We’re in the red light district right now.”

“Wait, where’s Mingi?”

“He’s in the big white mansion,” you look around trying to describe how it’s look like. “..it’s located deep in the area, we turned left from the four junction of the main road, then-”

He cut off your explanation, “Shit, he’s lured in! All of it was a trap.” He sighed, “can you reach hi-” Good heaven, the call disconnected due to signal lost.

You shook the phone, hoping it’ll catch the signal back, but it didn’t work. As soon as you gathered your mind, you took the 'smith and wesson' out of the glove compartment, slipping in between the thigh band under your little black dress. Getting out of the car, you entered the white mansion in instant.

It's weirdly too calm on the first floor. Feeling like lost the sense of direction, you just followed your gut. Running to the left wing of mansion, checking on every single room, you only wished to find Mingi as soon as possible. On every step you wondered, Why did the gunshots noise stopped? It makes you difficult to track the source of the fight.

Shit thing’s happen, you just entered the wrong room when lost in your thought. There’s a man relaxed sitting on a big armchair while smoking his cigar. You really want to back off, but he already saw you first. You decided to play along rather than causing more complicated thing.

“Good grief, they sent a new bitch”

You came closer to his side while giving him a formality smile. Putting your hand to his shoulder and leaning over him, just keeping the act before you intended to attack him quickly. Alas, he gripped your wrist instead, after that twisting your arm and held it back. He’s grabbing the chunk of your hair then yanked your head to the side, “ I knew you’re not just an ordinary bitches”

You elbowed him in the face with other free hand and giving him a round kick in attempt to released yourself. You took a few steps back, pulled out your handgun then shooting him right on his leg. But if feels nothing to him, he proceed to kick your hand which holding the gun till it flew away. You dodged his every blows as best as you can. Cause it’s impossible to counter him with your only bare hands meanwhile he’s much bigger than you. In the end, he managed to grab your hair again. The pain spreading all over your head as if it almost ripping out your scalp.

You’re just about to give up, there’s no energy left in you. But the door slammed loudly, woke you up. There’s your master firing shots eagerly to this bastard. As soon as his dead body fall onto the floor, you run towards Mingi who’s covered in blood stain.

Your voice was shaking while wiping the blood out of his face, “you’re hurt.”

“It’s not mine.” Referring to those blood. He hold your hand gently, staring deep into your eyes, looking at how messed up you’re right now. “But you are the one who’s injured”

He crouched down to pick your gun and giving it back to you. “Who else using this gun type besides you.” After that, he smoothed your hair, running his finger through it. How could he’d be this gentle despite in the midst of chaos. It feels like the world is collided and there’s only you two left.

But those feels didn’t last long, both of you drawn to the sound of explosion coming from the deep within the mansion. You just aware that half of it was burned in fire when you looked outside. He took you to another side of mansion which he considered it safe. On your way there, many dead bodies laying around. You could identified one and two of them, only realizing it mostly coming from Mingi’s side.

“You didn’t lose right?” You asked him while still running hand in hand.

“What makes you think like that?” He turned towards you, “ I killed ‘em all on the other side.”

Before continuing his words, both of you were blocked by the groups of his men right in the middle of mansion grounds. When he was going to hand you over to them with the intention of taking you out safely, one of them firing the gun. The bullet grazed your upper right arms, made you fall onto your knees due to shock.

“Are you fucking out of your mind?!!” Mingi was furious at the sight, he bombard the remaining bullets he had to them without thinking, gunned them down one by one. However, he’s still out numbered. Whether he want it or not, he received multiple shots that pierced through his body. You almost gone crazy, seeing him so badly injured with your own eyes. It got to the point he couldn’t stand on his own feet anymore.

You stepped to the front, covering him in injured state while shooting them with your trembling left hand. Not too long, the strong wind hitting the ground while you’re still busying yourself in the gunfight, followed by the sound of helicopter blade getting closer. You squinted your eyes trying to see it clearly, then found a muscular man shooting his machine gun towards Mingi’s underlings, from inside of the helicopter.

“Step back! We’ll take over.” Yunho shouted, walking from your behind while pointing his gun at them.

Catching on the situation, you backed yourself out. Proceed to put Mingi’s arm around your shoulder then carried him to the safer place. You laid him down slowly, before starting to rip some part of your dress in attempt to stop his bleeding. Your tears fell right away in a moment he struggled to reach your cheek.

You hold his hand, “please don’t move too much, I tried my best to treat your wound okay?”

When you finished covered his wounds, his grip was weakened. You can’t think clearly at the moment, checking his heartbeat back and forth by pressing your ear on top of his chest. You tried to talk to him over and over, hoping he would stay conscious. Till there’s one time you couldn’t feel his breath anymore.

“No! please don’t leave me!” You cried out, crumbling apart, there’s no point to continue your life if he’s gone. Everything’s went silence as if there’s no gunfight going on in the background.

You decided to racked the slide of your gun, then pointing out under your chin. The tears keep running out of your eyes as you looked down to his body. You took a deep breath, then putting you finger to the trigger. Chanting his name in the whisper. After that, you didn’t felt anything as you went black out.

⁠✧

More than a week passed since that day, you’re sitting in front of his room with your bandaged arm. Luckily you’re immediately fainted right before pulling the trigger. If not, you wouldn’t know if Mingi is still alive until now. He woke up a few days ago after he went into short coma. His three brothers took turns looking after him, you don’t know the rest of their name but surely Yunho is one of them.

To be honest, you really wanted to scold him the second he woke up, but Yunho already done that, so you don’t need to.

“He’s looking for you.” Yunho said that to you before he left.

You knocked on the door, then stepping into Mingi’s room. He smiled at you as soon as you come closer towards his bed. Right now, he’s leaning against the headboard with his naked torso covered in the bandage, he looks much better than the last time you saw him. You sure have known for a long time how fit his body is. But not today, you felt something strange when you looked at his toned chest as if you want to run your fingertips through it.

“What’s wrong?” His voice interrupted your thoughts.

You shook your head in instant, “nothing.”

“C’mere.” He pulled you to sit next to him. Then brushing his hair back before he put his forehead into the nape of your neck. “Is it weird if I miss you this bad?”

You chuckled, starting to caress his hair gently. “No, you’re not. I feel the same way.”

“You do?” he’s still in the same position, mumbled his words.

“Yes I do, sir.”

He grunted while looking up at you. “Don’t call me sir.” His lips pressing against your ear, “call my name instead, okay sweetie?” He’s started to nibble your earlobe, flicking it using his tongue then tugging it between his teeth.

Biting your lower lips, you tried to hold the sensation of him sucking on your skin. You put your hand on his chest, which had been itching to touch it since your first step into his room. Teasing him a little bit more by trailing on every curved of his chest to his abdominal muscle with your second fingers. He groaned, while he’s still kissing on the side of your neck.

He talked between the kisses, “you know what, actually I want to devour you back in the casino.” He bite on your neck, “the way your plumped ass pressed on my cock.” He bite you again, “the way your delicate fingers touched my skin.” He bite you for the third time before whispering into your ear, “and of course, the way your lips slammed with mine.”

You turned to him, circling your hands to the back of his neck. Staring deep into his eyes, mouthing “I love you” then began to devour his lips passionately. He gave the same energy by parting your lips with his tongue, trying to collide it with yours. You moan between the kisses as he grope your butt to pick you onto his lap.

But really, this isn’t the stamina of someone who just woken up from a coma while still being injured here and there. You grinded on his clothed cock, feeling it growing hard on every stroke you made.

He parted out from the kiss only to see the aroused face of yours. The way your half lidded eye staring on him and how red is your flushed cheek, making him groan on the sight of it. He brought his hand to pull your skirt up, starting to teased your wet clothed clit using his thumb that moving in circle. You throw your head back while moaning out his name.

His other hand slightly choking on your throat while you still dry humping his cock erratically, all of it brought you to the cloud nine as you came in your panties, drenched it out to the core.

“Ah Mingi, stop!” You couldn’t resist your body to spasm after pinching your clit hard, he didn’t give you break to riding down your first orgasm. He’s satisfied at how messy you are right now, then giving you a quick kiss on your lips as a reward.

Didn’t want to lose, you started trailing kisses on his chest down to his stomach. And stopped right in front of his bulge, unbuttoning his pants, then letting it out sprung free. His cock is swollen hard and throbbing at every single touch you made. You looked up at him, feeling proud of yourself as he can’t do anything and only anticipating what will you do next.

You licked the tip of his hard member, twisting it between your tongue to the left and right, before sucking on it hard. Your hand started stroking the remaining length up and down, while you’re bobbing your head to bring it deeper touching to the back of your throat. He couldn’t help but groan loudly, while he grab your hair as it guide you to move faster. “I- I’m so close baby.” You could feel his cock is pulsing, then he shoot his load into your mouth.

Sticking out your tongue, you showed him that you took all of his cum then you swallowed it all the way. “Baby, ride my cock right away.” He cooed. You yanked your panties, and started to slide his cock slowly into your tight pussy. It’s unexpectedly big, that it's bulging out your lower belly everytime it hitting on your womb. At first you grinding it slowly, made him throwing his head back to the headboard. But after quite some time, he dig his fingers on your waist, thrusting his cock deeper and faster. You only cried out incoherent moan as he thrusting it frantically. Pain and pleasure becoming one, he gave one last hard thrust, before filled his cum into your pussy. You squirm and spasm as you feel his hot seed keep spurting in your womb.

He groaned, “that was so good.” Then tucked your hair behind your ear. While still sitting on his lap, you put your head on his shoulder trying to catch your breath.

“Baby..” he called you softly.

You still felt tired, didn’t budge at all in his arms. “Hmm?”

“I think my stitches are open.”

You immediately sat down to his side before seeing the blood seeping through his lower bandage. You shook your head. Ah, it looks like both of you have to be patient for quite some time, until Mingi recover completely.

⁠✧

Milan, 3 Years later.

“Mingi stop!” You pushed him while giggling at how ticklish he’s kissing you. He’s on top of you right now, planting kisses all over you neck, and leaving some mark on it.

You covered his mouth, this is your second attempt to stop him from attacking you. “Come on, there’s our babies around.” You sulking at him.

He back off easily every time you mention the kids. “Alright alright.” Then, he took a seat beside you obediently.

Mingi and you got a pair of twins right away after the marriage, now they’re almost two years old. Walking around the living room and playing with their toys.

Mingi decided to move out to the complete opposite of different continents after he recovered from the injuries. Leaving out the dangerous work and starting a new life with you instead. Sometimes he miss the old times. Just like right now, he’ll teasing you whenever remembered the piece memories of it.

“I can’t get it out of my mind the way you looked at me in those mansion.” He chuckled.

“What am I supposed to do? You’re dying, it’s not even funny.” You’re even more annoyed at him.

“It just, you don’t need to stain your hand by shooting those bastards to death.” He’s giving a serious looks on his face. “It was my biggest regret that I can’t protect you.”

You caress his cheek, “why? You’re doing your best and please stop blaming yourself.”

“It’s not like that, I want you to remain pure. So just let me bear all of your sin. I don’t want to drag you into the hell. An angel is supposed to be in heaven” He frowned, disappointed for all of the things that have been through.

You never know if he thinks about you like that, the sweet side of him never changed since the first time you met, he always save you no matter what happen.

You laughed, “I don’t want to stay in heaven by myself. Let me bring the heaven to you”

“Right, you always bring heaven to me though.” Shaking his head and starting to laugh too. He immediately stand up to approach the twins.

“Let’s wrap it up my prince and princess, it’s a nap time for you two.” He chase them around, which hating to take a nap.

You heard the doorbell rang, so you rushed to open the door.

“Oh Hello, Is Mr. Song at home?” A man who looks a little younger, looking for your husband.

“Wait a minute” You turned your back “Honey, there’s someone looking for you!” You’re going inside, taking his place to put your lovely twin babies to the bed.

Mingi walked towards the front door, fall silent for a moment, after looking at the figure who’s standing right in front of him. “Jongho?”

“Well, long time no see, brother.”

disclaimer : this works didn't instigate any psychological deviation so please seeking the professional when you feel unwell. All of it is purely fiction and for entertaintment purpose only.

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franzkafkagf · 3 months ago

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Targaryens love to glorify the fire, the conquest, the dragons—constantly obsessed with being the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror. But what if Aenys didn’t come from Aegon at all? What if the entire dynasty they’ve been killing each other over was founded on the union of a queen and a simple bard who just loved to hear her sing while he played his lute?

What if Aenys wasn't the trueborn son of Aegon, but instead the product of something completely unexpected—genuine, human love? Think about it. While Maegor embodies everything about Valyrian supremacy, bloodlines, strength through fire and blood (and let's be honest, probably born from blood magic because Aegon was infertile and Visenya wasn’t about to let the dream die), Aenys was... different. Aenys was soft, “weak”. But he was so profoundly human—he loved stories, the stars, music. If Maegor was a blade forged in black fire, Aenys was a quiet song lingering in the air.

And isn’t it fitting? The Targaryens repeat the same mistakes over and over again because they are obsessed with the idea that they’re descended from Aegon the Conqueror, when they are really all descendants of a queen and a lowly bard. That’s the irony—this family that prides itself on Valyrian superiority and divine right is actually the product of something far more humble and human. Their “destiny” wasn’t fire. It was songs. Stories and songs are the lifeblood of Westeros. People remember through stories. The histories, the legends—these aren’t forged in blood, they’re passed down through mummer’s plays, puppet shows, songs sung at taverns. What are we told over and over in ASOIAF? That songs are how history survives.

Aenys was born of love and song. And that matters because look at how their dynasty ends. Egg grew up loving stories of knights and heroes. He wanted to be one of those heroes from the tales. He wasn’t drawn to power or conquest, he was drawn to the stories of honor, of justice, of doing what’s right. He thought that the return of dragons would be the salvation of the realm, that it would fix everything, and what did it lead to? Summerhall. A tragedy.

Look at Rhaegar. He wasn’t some warmongering conqueror—Rhaegar loved his harp, not his sword. He could make people weep just by playing a few notes, by singing a song. His magic was in music, in creating something beautiful in a world constantly obsessed with destruction. But what did Rhaegar do? He gave it all up to chase a prophecy. He abandoned his harp and took up the sword, convinced that the answers lay in some ancient, cryptic vision of three-headed dragons. He died in the mud of the Trident, not as a poet or singer, but as a fool chasing a doomed prophecy.

They thought their destiny was fire, but it’s always been about the songs—the things that outlive the fire. That’s what Aenys represented, what Rhaegar embodied, what Egg loved as a child.

But the Targaryens were too busy chasing dragons to hear the music.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #infertile aegon + bastard aenys my beloveds.#aenys i targaryen #aegon the conqueror #rhaenys targaryen #a song of ice and fire #rhaegar targaryen #aegon v targaryen #visenya targaryen #ales.txt #my words #teeheeee

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alixezae · 7 months ago

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Paring. Vampire!Reader x Demon!Sukuna

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, older sukuna ‹3 x adult reader, pet names such as ( slut, whore, princess ) demon sukuna with a breeding kink like he should

𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. the demon cannot fight off his primal urges and thus you suffer the consequences.

In the dark and eerie underground lair of the King of Curses, Sukuna, the air was thick with the scent of blood and decay. The demon lord's crimson eyes glowed in the darkness as he prowled the shadows, his sharp fangs bared in a devilish grin. His power was unmatched, his strength unrivaled among the cursed spirits that inhabited the realm.

But even the most powerful of demons had their weaknesses, and Sukuna's was a hunger that could never be satisfied. A hunger for power, for destruction, and most of all, for the taste of human blood. And it was this insatiable hunger that had drawn him to you, a vampire with a darkness in your own soul that matched his own.

You had come to Sukuna seeking power, seeking to learn the secrets of the cursed spirits that haunted the world. But in your arrogance, you had underestimated the demon lord's true nature. You had thought yourself immune to his charms, to his dark allure. But as Sukuna's crimson gaze fell upon you, a shiver ran down your spine, and you knew that you were in the presence of a being far more dangerous than you had ever imagined.

Sukuna's touch was like fire against your skin, his whispers in your ear like velvet caresses that sent shivers of pleasure down your spine. He called you his pet, his slut, his princess, and with each word, your resistance crumbled away like sand in a storm.

And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper under Sukuna's spell. His touch was like a drug, his presence like a fever that burned away all reason and logic. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, dancing on the edge of a knife that could cut you to shreds at any moment. But you couldn't stop yourself, couldn't turn away from the darkness that called to you like a siren's song.

One night, as the moon rose high in the sky and the world outside slept, Sukuna came to you in the darkness of your chamber. His eyes glowed with a fierce hunger, his fangs bared in a predatory grin. He pinned you against the cold stone wall, his hands rough and possessive as they roamed over your skin.

"You belong to me," he growled, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver of desire through your veins. "Body and soul, you are mine to do with as I please."

And in that moment, as Sukuna's lips descended upon yours in a fierce and possessive kiss, you knew that you were lost. Lost to the darkness, lost to the hunger that burned between you like a wildfire out of control.

It was a dangerous game that you played with the King of Curses, a game that could only end in blood and fire. But as Sukuna's hands roamed over your body, as his fangs sank deep into your flesh, you knew that you would follow him into the depths of hell itself if only to taste the ecstasy of his touch one more time.

For you were bound to him now, body and soul, in a deadly dance of desire and destruction that would consume you both in its fiery embrace. And as the darkness closed in around you, as the hunger burned hot and fierce in your veins, you knew that there was no turning back from the path that you had chosen.

You were his, and he was yours, in a deadly dance of passion and power that could only end in blood and fire. But for now, in the darkness of the night, with Sukuna's arms around you and his lips on yours, you found a kind of twisted salvation in the arms of the demon king. And as the flames of desire consumed you both, you knew that you would follow him to the very ends of the earth and beyond, if only to taste the sweet agony of his touch one more time.

Every sec, every hour, every minute you enjoyed his presence and body like no other. sure he fucked other women but god, you were divine he didn't want no one else besides you 𝝑𝑒

#tumblr fyp #alixezae #18+ mdni #jjk x reader #jjk fyp #sukuna smut #reader smut #sukana x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna

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ladylaviniya · 6 months ago

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AVATAR: THE NEW MISSION

Chapter 1 || Masterlist || Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: Miles makes a deal with you...a deal that he violates when he doesn't take the answer "No."

Pairing: Recom!Miles Quaritch X Na'vi Reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Colonisation, Weapons, Death Threats, Coercive Control, Rape, Forced Mating, Forced Orgasm.

Author Notes: I am incredibly grateful for your support and enthusiasm for the story! Liking, Reblogging, and Comments mean the world to me, and your engagement helps me greatly. I must confess, I have a particular fondness for comments, as much as Miles has for the reader ;D (though that's a whole different topic)! I make an effort to reply to most thoughtful comments, so please don't hesitate to share your thoughts or ask any questions you might have. Your input is truly valued and greatly appreciated.

Inspiring Song: "Girl With One Eye" By Florence & The Machine

Waking up in a different body is always difficult. But waking up where you don’t know is worse.

Your eyes opened slowly, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings heightened by the soreness in your face. The intense light stung your vision, one eye struggling to open as widely as the other. The sensation of nausea overwhelmed you, and you groaned, feeling bile rising in your throat.

You instinctively lifted your hand to cover your mouth, attempting to suppress the rising nausea, only to feel the cold touch of metal. Confused, you looked down at your body, resting on a soft white cushion surrounded by little metal rails. To your growing horror, you realized that your hand was ensnared in a clanking rope of cold iron – you were shackled to the bed.

Panic and anger surged through you as you furiously sat up on the bed, using your free hand to desperately attempt to tear off the restrictive chains. Your body tensed as you crouched on the bed, exerting all your strength to tug and push against the unyielding metal contraption. Frustration and desperation overcame you, and you let out a tormented scream, the sound bouncing off the walls of your confinement.

With determination, you frantically searched the space, desperately searching for anything sharp or heavy enough to cut through the chains. Your eyes darted around the small room, noting the pristine white walls. The single light bulb above cast an intense fluorescent glow, blindingly bright, like the glowworms back in the caves you called home. The prolonged exposure to the harsh light caused your eyes to water, further irritating your vision. The room was starkly clinical, bathed in a sterile white hue. The walls seemed to enclose the space like a cold embrace, their smoothness offering no solace or comfort.

Frustrated and desperate, you returned your attention to the chains, determined to escape. Your teeth bit down against the cold metal, you persisted despite the pain. As you reflected on the recent events, the memory of fleeing from the demons flooded your mind. You realized the urgency to warn your clan. Rawm, the wise and experienced warrior, would know how to handle the situation. Only he could protect the village and ensure safety for everyone.

Your heart sank as you noticed a small black eye peaking down at you from the corner of the room. It made noises, purring at you with its red blinking iris. Despair overwhelmed you as you gazed at the purple marks rising on your trembling wrists, the result of your futile attempts to break free from the chains.

Tears streamed down your face as you silently pleaded to Eywa for salvation, making a pact with the Great Mother that you would willingly submit, accepting the role of Pukxaw’s obedient bride without complaint. Anything to escape this nightmare.

You swore to yourself that you would heed your mother’s words and never again embark on forbidden journeys to play games.

Suddenly, a wall beside you slid open silently, and the one who had captured you entered the room. As the wall moved back into place, it sealed the gap without leaving a single trace behind, as if the open wall had been nothing but a fleeting illusion.

The towering figure of the Uniltìrantokx known as the Colonel entered the room, his presence imposing and intimidating.

“Well, good morning there, sunshine.”

His gaze was unwavering as his golden eyes met your watery ones, and his smile sent chills down your spine.

Desperation taking hold, you tugged anxiously at the shackles that held you captive, the rattling of chains filling the air as you pleaded, “Tokx oyeä lonu, ruxte.”

The Colonel’s eyes darted to the cuff encircling your wrist before returning to your pleading face, a malicious glint was filling his gaze.

“English,” the Colonel spoke firmly, his gaze fixed on you. “I know you understand it. So, what did you say?”

Tears streamed down your face as you pleaded, “Please, let me go.”

His smile widened as he leaned towards you, unlocking the cuffs with a loud clatter. In an instant, you found yourself cowering in the corner on the other side of the room, holding your purpling wrists tightly against your chest, attempting to shield yourself from further harm.

He release you, it’s what you wanted, but you were scared, he took you from your home. What did he want with you. Why were you here?

The Colonel knelt down on one knee, his gaze locked on your trembling form.

“Why did you...” you stumbled over your words, struggling to find the correct translation in English, “stolen me?”

His smile widened, revealing his sharp, canine-like teeth. He repeated your question with a hint of surprise. “Why did we steal you?”

You nodded frantically, desperately seeking an explanation. “Greenhome, I want,” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. “Brother, I want, Mother, I want.” Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you fought back the sobs that threatened to escape your throat.

With a deliberate move, the Colonel stretched out his large hand, and you instinctively flinched away, anticipating further harm. However, his touch was surprisingly gentle as he carefully caressed your shoulder and pushed your hair away from your ear. He inched closer cautiously, bracing himself for a potential attack, as if prepared to deal with a primitive, savage creature.

The Colonel settled down beside you, his hand softly rubbing your back to comfort you. “I bet you want your family, don’t you?” he continued in a deceptively gentle tone. “Now, here’s the deal. I will help you get back to your family if you do something for me in return.”

Your lips parted slightly as you focused intently on his words, your ears perked up anxiously as you tried to comprehend his meaning. You shifted onto your hands and knees, adopting a hunched position in an effort to understand better.

“A deal?” You sniffled.

“That’s right sugar cube,” he chuckled, “If you teach me the Na’vi way, I will let you go, you won’t be couped up in this here box.”

Your brows furrowed, “Na’vi way?”

He pinched a strand of your hair and you fought the urge to bat him away.

“Like,” he pondered, swiping a hand down his face and sighed, “Na’vi lì’fya, ‘okrol, syvue and um traditions, hunt ah taron?.” Na’vi language, history, food, hunt.

Your mouth felt dry and you tried to understand his terrible translation, he sounded very dim when he said your peoples words.

“I teach?” You asked, “And I go home?”

He nodded, “See, you have the idea! Pretty sharp.”

You didn’t understand how you were sharp, your skin might’ve had a scar or two but it was very soft to touch.

Sitting on your knees before him, you bit nervously at the inside of your cheek, torn between loyalty to your own kind and the possibility of sharing knowledge. This Uniltìrantokx was undoubtedly a demonic entity, yet he had demonstrated a desire to learn. Growing up, you had been taught that knowledge was a potent force, that all beings were entitled to the opportunity to learn and grow.

“What’s your name, sugar cube?” the Colonel inquired, waving his fingers playfully in front of your face, sensing the depth of your thought process.

Your immediate internal reaction was one of guarded caution. If you revealed your name, could that knowledge be used against you?

He paused for a moment, his lips momentarily retracting into his mouth before announcing, “Alright then. I’ll tell you mine. My name is Miles.”

Your gaze fixated on his outstretched palm, its size impressive and intimidating.

“You’re supposed to shake it,” he exclaimed with a slight cough.

Your gaze shifted back to his face as you tentatively grabbed his fingers and gingerly moved them around in a tentative motion.

A deep chuckle escaped him, and he withdrew his hand, shaking his head. “No, no, no, here, let me show you. Give me your hand.”

There was a hint of uncertainty in her face. With trembling hand, you cautiously extended it towards him, your fear evident in your hesitation. What if he intended to bite it?! However, his much larger fingers enveloped your hand tenderly, gently squeezing your palms together before slowly moving them upwards and then downwards in an up-and-down motion. This unexpected contact triggered an involuntary happy surprise on your face. It was funny. You wondered if all Uniltìrantokx created each other like this.

Miles continued, “See?” he began to explain, “That’s how humans greet each other after sharing their name.”

Your hands were still connected, the warmth of his touch creating a sense of comfort. You responded, “My name is [Y/N].”

His reply was laced with a pleasant hum, “Pleasure to meet you, [Y/N].”

In an attempt to mirror the behaviour you observed, you responded with a hum of your own, believing this was indeed part of the meeting ritual.

"Where did you learn to speak English?" Miles queried, his eyes watching you closely. "Was it Grace Augustine's school?"

You shook your head in response, taking a moment to carefully choose your words. "No," you explained, "My... mothers, sisters, son, he learned English and he taught me because I wanted to become a wise teacher."

He figured you meant to say ‘cousin.’

His laughter filled the air as he exclaimed with glee, "You're in luck then! I want to be your student!"

The situation was becoming increasingly overwhelming for you. Your tail anxiously flicked, betraying your desire to create some distance between yourself and him.

Miles observed your unease and seemed to understand. “[Y/N],” he said softly, “I may not have been born here, but I am one of you. I want to help you, I want to learn.”

His words carried a hint of reassurance, and his pet name, ‘sugar cube,’ added a touch of innocence.

Your teeth clenched tightly as you pinched your eyes shut, deep in thought. Could you actually do this? Could you teach these demons from the stars? It was a tale passed down that the great Toruk Macto, the legendary figure, had been a Sky People – yet he had worn the same skin as the Na’vi. His transformation into the revered leader of the Omatikaya stood as a testament to the power of change.

You pondered over the potential impact this dim-witted kidnapper could have on the Tawkami. Your fingers gently rubbed against the tender, reddened skin of your injured wrists.

He promised to return you home.

You turned to face him, your voice firm and resolute. “Your name,” you gritted out, “Miles, yes?”

He nodded in affirmation, a smile spreading across his face.

“I will teach you the ways of my people,” you declared with determination.

“Great to hear,” he replied eagerly, his eyes lighting up. “Care to join me for a walk?”

Your eyes widened with excitement as the realization sank in – an opportunity to escape! Miles tapped the wall, and it obediently expanded, creating an opening. He stepped through, gesturing for you to follow. You were initially hesitant, but his hand reaching out to grasp yours forced you into motion. The touch of his larger hand enveloped yours, making you feel unusually small and insignificant.

Miles took charge, guiding you firmly through a dimly lit hallway. You stumbled along beside him, adjusting to his quick pace as he led you through a maze of corridors.

During the journey, he suddenly remarked, "First, let's get an ice pack on that shiner of yours."

He continued walking, his grip on your hand tugging you along as he instructed you to keep up. Unconsciously, your feet moved in sync with his as you walked alongside him. You glanced down and noticed the stark difference between your feet and his. He wore some sort of binding made of animal hide, secured in place with ropes. In contrast, your feet were completely bare. Your twitching nose betrayed your curiosity as you observed the unusual difference between his footwear and your lack thereof.

Miles led you into a room where you encountered the same Uniltìrantokx warriors you had confronted in the forest. Some engaged in an odd activity, lifting strange objects overhead, while others were fiercely punching sacks suspended from the walls. As your gaze fell upon them, your teeth bared in a defensive display, and a loud hiss escaped your lips.

One of them sprang to his feet, brandishing a long thick blade in his hand. "Colonel, what the fuck is she doing in here?!"

"Shut your pie hole, Pike!" the Colonel retorted firmly. "This is our guest, [Y/N], also known as your new Na'vi teacher."

As you watched, the soldiers' faces displayed a mix of shock and confusion. Pike, in particular, seemed to struggle with the sudden change of plans.

“But boss,” he protested, his voice laced with disbelief. "The mission was..."

“Do you Nittwits think I’ve forgotten the mission! No! So shut up and listen to what I tell you! Zhang, get us an ice pack. Seems you hit the lady a little too hard yesterday.”

Your eyes fixated on Miles, the venomous aura surrounding him palpable. You couldn’t help but take a small step back, feeling a mix of fear and unease in his presence.

Although you didn’t fully comprehend the words he spoke, their tone and inflection conveyed an underlying malice.

When the soldier named Zhang returned, clutching a very cold rock wrapped in woven clothes, you observed him with curiosity. However, his hesitancy was apparent as he offered the item to you.

“…You put it on your face darlin’, here,” Miles instructed, gently guiding your hands up to apply the cold object, known as an ‘ice pack,’ to your face.

He tugged on your elbow, leading you to the front of the room, positioned in front of a large mirror. Surprisingly, he allowed you to take a seat on a sizeable plastic box.

Miles spoke quietly to the female Uniltìrantokx named Walker, who diligently jumped up to retrieve a box from a shelf. She handed the box to him, and Miles quickly flicked it open, retrieving a peculiar cloth from within. He extended it towards you with an expectant expression.

“Here ya go, put that on. My boys won’t stop perving at your chest.”

You found yourself puzzled by the unfamiliar English word he used – “perving” – but from his reaction, it appeared to be a negative term. You wondered if wearing a shirt was forbidden in the ways of your own clan, yet you considered the item a gift and believed there was nothing wrong with accepting it.

As you fumbled with the shirt, attempting to figure out the correct holes to insert your head and arms through, Miles observed your struggle. However, before he could intervene, you successfully managed to put it on.

You heard the others snicker, “Ah, our teacher huh Colonel? Maybe next lesson she can teach us how to put on pants.”

“Or boots.”

“Or a G-string.”

“Shut it Sampson! Or you’ll be doing laps in the rain” Miles barked.

“Yes sir.”

Miles gently removed the ice pack from your face and replaced it with a book. You studied the unfamiliar symbols on the front, struggling to recall their meanings.

As you carefully opened the book and flipped through the pages, you discovered an alphabet and a numbering system. With every glance, you felt a sense of familiarity, drawing parallels to the lessons you had listened to from your cousins.

“You’ll need to be teaching us basics sweetheart, or else you might not ever see the other side of these walls, do you understand what I’m saying.”

Miles’ gaze bore intently into you, a stern expression upon his face. His personae was firm yet different when addressing his men. Feeling intimidated, you swallowed nervously and responded with a nod, saying, “Yes.”

He quickly corrected you, “Say ‘yes, sir.’”

Confusion crossed your face as you wondered if you had made a grammatical error. Not fully understanding the meaning of ‘Sir,’ you echoed, “Yes, sir.”

Your response prompted a wide grin from him, seemingly pleased with your compliance.

“Good girl, now let’s go back to your room and I’ll have you fed some good grub from the kitchen!”

As you silently returned to your cell, a feeling of trepidation washed over you, causing you to clench the book tightly in your hands. Initially, you had agreed only to teach Miles, not the entire group. The realization of having to teach them all now filled you with unease.

The rough, hot fabric of the shirt against your skin caused discomfort, prompting you to tug it off as soon as you entered the cell. A deep longing for home consumed you, and the urge for a comforting embrace grew stronger with every passing moment.

Miles observed your troubled expression, easily deciphering the anxiety written on your face. He held a small, plastic box in his left arm and sat it down on your bed. Opening it up, he offered it to you with a gentle touch.

“It’s food,” he reassured you.

Your nose instinctively wrinkled at the unappealing smell emanating from the contents of the box.

Miles chuckled, attempting to reassure you. “It’s not so bad. It’s definitely better than just mud and twigs, right?”

You frowned and asserted, “I do not eat mud and twigs.”

Miles’ interest piqued as he found himself enjoying the sound of your voice. He closed the cell door by tapping on the wall, securing it shut.

He observed you descending to the ground, your fingers delving into the gray goop within the small food box. You brought the morsel to your lips and slurped it down with relish.

Miles was well aware that you would never utilize the spoon that he had provided. He found himself taking a strange pleasure in observing you eat in this primal manner, devouring the food directly from the box. The sounds you made while consuming it were loud and wet, arousing a certain sense of lewdness. A wicked part of him said it was probably what you sounded like if you sucked cock...

A wicked part of him fixated on your innocent mannerisms, captivated by the contrast between your naïveness and his own desires. There was a sweetness, gentle shyness and innocence he really loved about you. The thought about corrupting the little naive na’vi woman was making his pants a little tight.

As he took a seat on the edge of your bed, Miles caught your eyes as you looked up at him. A sly smile tugged the corners of his mouth as he began to fidget with the end of his queue, his fingers pinching and twisting the tendrils, causing them to move wildly in the air.

He cleared his throat before asking nonchalantly, “So, what’s all this about?”

Leaving the food momentarily forgotten, you moved closer to Miles and took a seat beside him on the bed. Eager to share your knowledge, you presented him with your own queue and began to explain, "This connects all living creatures. It connects us to Eywa. She resides within us, just like this."

With a touch of innocence, you placed your hand gently on Miles' stomach, guiding him to breathe deeply and synchronize his breaths with yours.

“We feel each other, and help one another. We ride and connect with pa'li which help to carry many items long, far, far away.”

“I have a banshee,” he proudly cut in.

You didn’t understand.

“Uh - An ikran!” He corrected with a chuckle, “Named him Cupcake because he was sweet enough to try and kill me.”

The unfamiliarity of Miles' words left you puzzled, but you understood that his claim of possessing a banshee without undergoing the Iknimaya ceremony was indeed unprecedented. Even you, yourself, had not been able to attain an ikran.

In response, you leaned back a bit and observed his captivated fascination as he toyed with his own tendrils. Without thinking, you instinctively smacked his arm in reprimand.

“Tìftang si, ngeyä tswin fil ke!” Stop, it is not a play thing, You scolded.

Miles chuckled upon witnessing your reaction, holding his hand up in a gesture of apology. "Sorry, sorry, I was just curious," he expressed.

He then took your queue in his hand, lifting them up and bringing them close together, contemplating the possibility of connecting their queues.

“What would happen if we connected?”

However, your response was immediate and embarrassed. "Not right," you explained emphatically, shaking your head. “Not allowed! Done only between mated couples."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized the implications of his suggestion. He still held it, his grip growing tighter making your breath catch. You tried to take it back but he moved it away.

“This is not funny, Miles.”

He joked, “Come on sweet cheeks? Why, don’t ya wanna mate?”

You shrieked at him, “Not a game, it is sacred!”

His grip on your queue became increasingly tight, creating an excruciating pain that triggered a flood of tears to stream down your face.

"Let me go! Ah, let me go!" You pleaded, frantically clawing at his bicep in a desperate attempt to alleviate the torment.

He clenched his teeth and stared at you with unwavering determination, pressing you hard against the bedhead. With a forceful tug on your braid, you cried out in pain. Effortlessly, he secured both your wrists underneath his knees, applying uncomfortable pressure onto your sore wrists. The agony intensified as his kneecap rubbed against your injured wrist, prompting a guttural howl.

He snapped “Enough!”

Miles grasped your tendrils tightly and brought them up to your face, his gaze locked onto yours as he forcibly connected them. The connection erupted a series of shrill wails and curses from you in Na'vi. The intensity of his essence invaded your being, burning your soul and forcefully tearing you open, as he siphoned off your energy mercilessly. You felt vulnerable and violated as you desperately struggled to break the connection before the damage became irreversible.

With the unwelcome union of your tendrils, you felt a surge of intrusive sensations as Miles' heartbeat, breath, anger, and hate penetrated your senses. The heat of his blood and veins pulsated within your own body, forcibly connecting your souls deeply. His essence burrowed into your very core, writhing and wriggling savagely, seeking to fully consume and possess you.

His physical form above you trembled with violent intensity, the bedrailing shuddering under the impact. Your tormenting screams were perceived by him only as the symphony of his conquest, a sound of submission to his authority. His lips curled back into a wicked grin, revealing clenched teeth in a fierce expression. His body shifted and writhed with unrestrained ecstasy, the power flowing through him like a potent intoxication. The tight fabric of his camouflage pants strained, tenting and bulging beneath him, betraying the primal lust that consumed him.

“Mine,” he growled, “You belong to me.”

The most distressing aspect of the ordeal was the conflicting feelings within you, the equal surge of power and desire coursing through your body despite your unwillingness to submit to him. You felt torn apart, the struggle between your own resolve and the primal urge to yield to his dominance. Your mind was ready to just accept his seed by the will of Eywa and make babes.

A guttural grunt escaped Miles. He tore off his shirt with a loud rip of seams and buttons while he tore his belt and spit his pants down the middle, kicking his boots off.

You were in a similar rush, your face flushed and sweaty while you tugged at the strings of your tweng cloth. Flipping yourself onto your belly as you pressed back to him. Your tail curled back and around his thigh, tugging him, encouraging him to take your slick flower.

It was fast, he entered quickly and felt you squeal from being taken so hastily. Surprising even himself he muttered, “sorry” and pushed deep before pulling back out and designing a rhythmic thrust. You were both hissing and panting. Trying to feel each other more an more.

With this connection it was a strange and exciting feeling. It was like you were controlling his movements but you knew he must’ve felt the same about controlling you.

Did he feel that growing warmth of the wet moist pad being grazed with every movement? You felt his length and how his tip was happily strangled inside.

“F-fuck,” Miles groaned into your ear. His fingers wrapped around your waist and savagely hauled you back onto his abusive cock. His face dug into your neck and he began to lick and suck the crease of the shoulder.

Your eyes were tightly shut but they managed a peak when you felt his desperate hand explored you. Your small swaying breasts were like soft pillows for him to grip and pinch. You turned your face into his and nibble his ear, he gasped and shut his eyes.

He took control once more and this time he shoved his mouth over yours. His mouth was hot and wet, coating yours. His sharp teeth tugged you lips before his tongue stabbed its way into your mouth possessively.

His thrusts started to falter, his knees on the bed were trembling and you turned to face back at the mattress. Feeling his body lift off you a little and slam into your now sore core.

A few more lazy pumps inside of you and he finally fell out, soft cock drowned from your pussy and his cum. You felt it…your hand gently moving beneath you, feeling a light patter on the bed and drip on your hand. Your eyes flutter. Your queues separated and you both tried to catch your breath.

When you managed to swallowed and steady your beating heart, your eyes drifted down the foot of the bed where Miles was slowing his breath and trying to understand what just happened.

Frustration and agony consumed you as you desperately attempted to kick him, but your quivering legs lacked the strength. When the intended blow connected, it was as a meek touch only, failing to cause any real damage.

With a cold detachment, Miles stood upright and walked away, not sparing even a glance back in your direction.

Desperation etched itself on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks, the pain of his rejection stinging fiercely.

Miles had committed an egregious act – he had plundered something of profound spiritual significance and meaning from you. Without a hint of care or empathy, he left you broken and alone, oblivious to the magnitude of the harm he had inflicted upon you.

The depth of his transgression was immense, leaving an indelible mark upon your very soul.

The pain you felt between your legs was like a inner burn. You felt incomplete…..you felt like you’d been played with and that the world would now have its back turn on you. You felt violated. You had firmly asserted your refusal but Miles ignored your protests and proceeded with his own desires, binding you to him in a cursed union that would persist until the final breath of either one of you.

Anxiety gnawed at your heart as the gravity of the situation became clearer. Doubt haunted your mind, leaving you to ponder if Eywa would ever pardon you for your role in this unwanted arrangement.

Exhausted and defeated, you muffled your screams into the mattress, eventually succumbing to sleep as fatigue overpowered you.

★HELPLINES★

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kadytimberfox · 1 month ago

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okay first of all I think that was one of the best fucking cutscenes I've ever seen in destiny. this is easily the best that the post-TFS Episodes cutscene style has ever looked to me -- the sort of stone statuesque Fikrul raising the Echo like a war banner on the prow of his ketch is just...seared into my brain now, I can't get it out.

I had a suspicion but I'm absolutely certain now that the Echo is searching specifically for the Kell of Kells. that's fairly surface-level textual at this point. the prophecy has been brought up far too many times now for it to not mean anything. "it seeks an old strength. strength to guide the scattered through a time of doubt and wrath." I mean come on!! it CAN'T be anything else!!

I love that the Echo has become this Excalibur-like narrative macguffin for the Eliksni, that this thing is going to choose their future leader just by virtue of the sheer power it bestows.

and the twist -- that it's decided that Fikrul, its first stab at crowning King Arthur, was a mistake, that it's rejected him and is seeking someone more worthy -- I mean that's just good writing.

Also the fact that Fikrul singlehandedly threw the entire Vanguard, House Light, and House Salvation into a crisis and THEN the Echo decided "nah, this guy ain't shit, I'm over him, let's try someone else"? like if you get this into the hands of someone actually capable of wielding it, that person is going to be REALLY scary! it's Raising The Narrative Stakes 101 in a way that's made the story instantly more engaging.

at this point I can't see this episode wrapping up any other way than the Echo chooses Mithrax, who is completely corrupted by the combination of the Echo and Nezarec, Eido and Eramis have to work together to save him, Eramis earns enough goodwill that she's allowed to go free, Mithrax becomes a good benevolent Kell of Kells, everyone is happy, the end.

which would be a pretty good way for this to go honestly! I'd be satisfied with that story.

my last little bit here, just for fun, is What Is The Name Of This Echo? if Maya's was the Echo of Command, my personal submission is the Echo of Memory, just because it seems really hell-bent on the whole Eliksni Messiah "Reaching Across Ten Thousand Stars With Ten Thousand Arms" thing.

also it sang an old song and brought up bad memories for basically everyone who encountered it. Crow remembering Uldren, Variks remembering the Reef Wars and the person he used to be as the Warden of the Prison of Elders (literally arguing with his past self!! apologizing to the Guardian for how sadistic and self-centered the Warden AI is!!).

so many fun little narrative crumbs for me to pick over in this act!! I'm very excited to see more.

#destiny 2 spoilers #kady's thoughts #spoilers #destiny 2 #episode:revenant #time to go listen to that whirlwind dirge again because it rips so fucking hard

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remembrancer-of-heresy · 3 months ago

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New Home

AU Reverse Therapy

Previous Part: (Not)Salvation, Next Part: Peaceful Sleep

Summary: Luka and Virgil bring the girl to her new home.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, violence, mentions of necrophilia and cannibalism

Word count: 2030

Author's note: I really enjoyed writing these idiots.

Song: Inkubus Sukkubus - Danse Vampyr

Tag List: @kit-williams

When Luka officially became a member of the Red Corsairs, he underwent several modifications at the local apothecary. Increased strength and agility, unholy rituals. But no one told him what one of the chemo treatments meant. His new brothers wanted to have fun and see his reaction.

And he, feeling previously hidden emotions, could not resist and gutted the poor female cultist. Later, when he learned that he now felt desire, his soul of the Lamenter sang. Even having become a traitor, he still valued mortals. Not all, but still the need to care remained. And now it has become much more intimate.

He constantly kidnapped mortals. But they died quickly and this made him so sad. Poor "Flower" could not withstand his unbridled desire and her heart eventually stopped. He immediately ate her remains out of grief after he finished. "Rain" cried constantly. Although Luka constantly apologized for having to cut her to drink her blood. But then he had no control over himself and was afraid that he had damaged her neck!

The bad "Pet" was to blame for herself. She always called him a traitor, bit and scratched. Once she wanted to kill him! Luka had to punish her and the once proud imperial soldier began to eat human flesh from the floor like a dog and go under herself with a stupid smile on her disfigured face. In the end, he threw her into the pit with the other slaves. Perhaps she is still alive and hunched over on the lower levels. Luka did not know and did not want to know how the vile bitch was doing.

But this girl... she is different. She is special. Luka had never wanted to possess anyone as much as her.

The rescued city girl was still sleeping on his bed, tired after what she had been through. Her dark hair was scattered across the pillow, and her olive skin was thoroughly washed from ash and dirt (but only exposed areas of skin!) This was just right for the space marine. Not only did he have time to return to the massacre (pouring acid on the inhabitants and eat parents before children's eyes was especially fun), but he also had time to prepare everything.

He ordered the slaves to wash the room clean (he did not live in filth, but the unholy bloody signs had to be removed), drew a two-headed eagle (it turned out crooked, but he tried), got everything the girl needed. Sets of clothes, food and dishes, soap for the bath. Malina should have everything.

Virgil was either at the councils all this time, discussing further robberies, or having fun in the torture chambers with the captured slaves. Luka knew that the space marine was also interested in the girl, although he did not show it.

Never mind, soon Virgil would stop acting like a proud man and would also adore the girl. Luka knew his friend well, even if he denied their connection. Unfortunately for him, the lamenter was not going to give him a choice regarding their relationship.

He rarely gave anyone a choice when it came to affection.

A sudden moan pulled Luka out of his dark thoughts and he turned his attention to the waking girl. Malina did it obviously reluctantly after a hard day, but the warm and comfortable bed did its job. In the end, she opened her dark brown eyes. Blinking a couple of times, she stared in surprise at the traitor leaning over her.

“A-Angel?” - the girl said incredulously.

Luka swallowed. He felt himself harden. Sweet, sweet Malina. No, he must not lose her. He must do everything right and then she will stay with him forever. Soft, warm.

Alive.

“Call me Luka.” - the young man clenched his fist tightly, restraining his urge to stroke the girl’s hair. - “You are safe now. No one will touch you again.”

Only at that moment the girl looked around in confusion. The space marine could not decide where to look. At her surprised face or at her thin neck. At everything, perhaps.

“What? Where am I?” - peering into space, the girl listened to the sounds of air supply surrounding her. - “Is that a ship?”

“That’s right, dear. I’m very sorry, but your world has been captured… by heretics. We had to perform an Exterminatus, and took everyone we managed to save with us.” - the young man nervously licked his lips. The arousal from the blatant lie slowly enveloped him. - “This is your new home now.”

“Y-you are so kind, I” - the girl sniffed, trying her best to wipe away unwanted tears. - “Oh, I don’t even know what to say. I-I… what will my duties be?”

“Just cleaning my armor. And Vergil, he is not in the room now. But you will meet soon,” - the young man smiled happily. - “Don’t worry, you will like him. And he will like you too.”

“Allright.” - the girl smiled shyly. - “Oh, um, my name is-”

“Malina.” - Luka quickly interrupted, hoping not to hear the girl’s real name. He had been thinking about it for so long, it suits her so well and he did not want to know her previous name. What if it turns out to be more beautiful? - “This is your new name. All mortals take new names when they join our service. It is tradition.”

The girl blinked at such expressiveness. She hugged her knees and the worn blanket tighter to her chest. Awkwardly shrugging her shoulders and brushing her bangs off her forehead, the girl muttered embarrassedly.

“F-fine. Malina is a very beautiful name.”

Luka bit his lip, hoping to suppress his groan. If only not to scare her and embarrass her even more. She is so cute! So gentle. Sweet, sweet like juicy raspberries, like warm blood~

The girl looked at Luka warily and he cursed under his breath. It seemed that his eyes widened again like a madman. He was so overwhelmed with emotions that it was difficult to control them. But the girl's attention was immediately distracted by the suddenly opened door. A frightened sigh escaped from dry lips and Malina pressed herself against the wall.

Virgil, who returned to the quarters, was the embodiment of chaos. Pale gray skin was covered with several scars. Two of the largest and deepest were located along the nose and lip to the cheek on the left side of his face. His bright red eyes, white eyebrows and pointed teeth stood out brightly against his bald head and skull.

The black and red armor was covered in someone else's blood, and on his belt there was a new cut piece of flesh with the unfortunate man's face standing out on it. And that's not even mentioning the three skulls hanging on a stake behind his back. To put it simply, Virgil looked like a real heretic and definitely wasn't going to change his image.

Hmm, they somehow didn't think of that.

"Look who woke up~" - the chaosite who entered slowly stretched out the words. The black tongue in his mouth made it seem as if the man didn't have one at all.

The girl trembled and pressed a piece of cloth to her heart, looking at the Lamenter with hope. As her savior. A hero. An angel. And, oh, Luka was going to enjoy this role to the fullest.

"And here's Virgil! Don't be afraid, he may look like a butcher, but he won't hurt you.” - the smiling man soothingly stroked Malina's legs. - "You know, fighting heretics is exhausting. But all enemies are afraid of him."

“Hah, that’s true. With my arrival, the Imperial Guard praises the God-Emperor, and His enemies commit suicide just to avoid falling into my hands.” - the man grinned evilly, closing the door behind him. Black gloves gently stroked one of the skulls. - “These ones were unlucky.”

Still, although Virgil did not try very hard to pretend to be a servant of the Corpse on the Throne, it was impossible to deny at least some attempts. And yet, Luka could not help but feel nervous, looking at the Red Corsairs’ insignia on his belt (the Flesh Tearers’ insignia was still on his shoulder pad).

The Lamenter was one of the few who had not completely changed his armor, adding only a couple of distinctive elements. That’s why Malina took him for a loyalist. But Virgil…

However, the still frightened girl relaxed a little.

"S-sorry, our world was only visited once by Space Marines to replenish supplies. The Lamenters. The other legions, um, were unknown to us. My planet is not the most important in agriculture. So your arrival was a real blessing." - the girl awkwardly glanced at the red-eyed man, preferring to look at her knees. - "Again, m-my apologies."

It is fate. It is definitely fate.

Even Virgil looked at Malina with interest. Despite the fact that it was he who came up with the idea of playing the role of loyalists, it seems he thought that the girl would quickly figure them out. But it seems she was too naive. Or maybe they were just too good at pretending.

“It’s fine, we understand.” - the young man almost switched to a whisper, calming the captive. - “As I said, you just need to clean our armor from blood. Well, and clean the quarters. You will have everything you need. But you must not leave this room.”

“It’s too dangerous on the flagship.” - Virgil joined the lamenter. - “We constantly have to fight heretics and go to not the most rosy places. Someone like you can easily be trampled or sent to hard work, without paying attention to the one you serve.”

“You can even hear not the most pleasant sounds.” - the blond spoke. - “Screams and pleas for help. Sometimes it comes down to real carnage, hah. We have to interrogate our enemies. And, um, Sanguinius' gift has its... flaws. We have to, well. You see-"

"We drink human blood."

"Yes, that's right. We drink human blood. It's the Black Thirst. But it's that rage that makes us so good at fighting heretics." - The young man raised his hands in a calming gesture as he saw Malina's wide eyes. - "Don't worry, everyone gives their blood willingly."

What a blatant lie.

“Everyone must pay their duty to the Imperium. Each in their own way. But your fate is far better than others.” - Virgil chuckled darkly, stepping closer despite Luke’s displeasure. - “Isn’t that so?”

And of course, at that moment, a heartbreaking scream was heard in one of the corridors. Luka involuntarily cringed, holding back his growing rage. Why, why, was everyone trying to ruin his plans for Malina? He had tried so hard.

The hoarse screams of the unfortunate victim, unable to ask for help (let alone the pointlessness of doing so) eventually began to fade. The telltale sounds of broken bones and slimy slop told of the foolish mortal being caught and dragged across the floor back to the quarters for more fun.

Luka stared at the terrified Malina. The poor thing stared at the door before glancing at her two masters. The men looked at the captive expectantly, waiting for her reaction. Partly enjoying her beautiful, terrified look. Partly nervous. Would she scream? Beg them to let her go? Had she realized that she had fallen into the hands of the warriors who had destroyed her world?

No, no, not now, not Malina. He had come to terms with the deaths of other mortals. But she was special, he had saved her, she had almost believed their lies about the God-Emperor. Everything was going so well. He didn't want to kill her.

He already loved her so much.

"I get it. I-" the girl whispered, sobbing. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She pulled her knees up tighter, wrapping herself in the blanket like a cocoon. - "I'll be here."

Luka sighed with relief. Unable to contain his emotions, he nevertheless allowed himself to hug Malina. A massive gloved hand gently stroked the back of the quietly crying girl. Virgil stood nearby like a statue, watching this picture with interest. One thought arose in both of their heads.

Such a good girl.

#au: reverse therapy #the bloody trio #yandere space marine #space marine x oc #space marine x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #warhammer x reader #oc: luka the angel #oc: vergil #oc: malina #tw: yandere #tw: violence #tw: cannibalism #tw necrophillia

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