#and complains about how much effort they are (not that much its just dull and a bore) and uses chatgpt for all her assignments and complain

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[moonstruckme]

OK so this idea is for like Sirius its the holiday and they’re exchanging gifts well siris gift to her it’s kind of meh not a lot of thought into it. So she freaks out because her gift to Siri is like really personal after she opens up her gift she snatches his away from him and runs(of course he gets her tho) Blah blah blah cute convo turns out he had another gift but was scared to give it to her blah blah blah

Xoxo love you 💕

Thanks for requesting sweetness! I am totally tapped out of gift ideas atm so you'll have to forgive the poor gift choice in this, just imagine them as whatever you like haha

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Come on,” you tug Sirius over to your Christmas tree by the wrist, sitting in front of it eagerly. 

“I thought we were going to do gifts after the movie,” Sirius complains, letting you tug him down beside you with a reluctance you know has to be feigned. Sirius loves gifts, giving as well as getting them. You’d been just friends for years, and you’d held back from getting him anything too sappy that might reveal your humiliating mega-crush, but now that you’re dating you’ve finally given yourself permission to get him whatever you like. 

“Oh, don’t bother, I know you want yours already,” you tease, fishing it out from under the tree and setting the box in front of him. The resistance doesn’t completely fade from Sirius’ expression, but he gives you a small smile. 

“Fine, I’ll be generous,” he says. “You can open yours first.” 

You grin at him, leaning over to kiss him on the lips and marveling at the fact that you can. “Thanks! I’m so excited.” 

“I can tell,” he jokes, somewhat quieter than usual. It nettles at something in your nervous system, but you ignore it for now, taking the tissue paper out of the little bag with an enthusiasm you can’t bother to be embarrassed about. 

You peer in, and it’s all you can do to keep the smile plastered on your face when you see what’s inside. “Candies,” you say, imbuing your voice with as much pep as you can manage. “Wow, I’ll be well fed this year. Thanks, Siri!” You can’t stand to stay under his gaze a second longer, swooping in for another kiss. It feels stilted and awkward. 

“They’re your favorites,” he says with a tentative little smile. “I thought I’d better stock you up.” 

“You’re a genius.” You grin, unwrapping one of the candies and popping it in your mouth. “Mm, thank you, honey.” 

“Course.” He looks down at his present, starting to fiddle with the ribbon. “My turn, I guess.” 

Your heart turns to stone, dropping all the way to your stomach with a dull thud. “Actually,” your voice squeaks a bit as you reach forward, taking your gift back, “I think I gave you the wrong one.” You start looking under the tree, trying to find a replacement that won’t be too sorely missed. 

Sirius brow puckers. “Really? It had my name on it.” 

“No, I think this one is for Mary—”

“Babe, I saw my name right there.” He leans over you, taking the present from where you’ve stowed it in your lap. “See? Right on the top.” 

Your blood rushes in your ears, which is ridiculous, this is Sirius, you’ve known him for years, you shouldn’t be nervous around him—but fuck, how can you really be sure you know each other at all after what he just gave you? If he’s expecting something similar, you’re about to be so mortified. “I think that might have been a mix-up,” you say weakly. “I’m pretty sure yours has someone else’s name on it too—”

“Hey,” Sirius seizes your wrist when you grab for the gift again, holding it protectively to his chest, “what’s wrong with you? I know you didn’t mix up the names, sweetheart.” You strain against his grip for a few moments, but Sirius is surprisingly strong when he decides to be. It’s little effort for him to keep you at bay. He gives you a hard look. “What’s going on?” 

“I just…” You give up your attempts to steal the gift back, but you can’t look at him. You gnaw at your lip. “I’m sorry, I might have gone a bit overboard. It’s…you can open it, just, sorry.” 

Sirius' features soften, but he’s quiet, wary as he peels off the wrapping paper. Your heart climbs back up your throat when he opens the box. For a horrifying second, he’s frozen, but then his hand dips into the box and emerges with your gift, holding it all too delicately. 

“Baby,” his voice is barely more than a whisper as he admires the small clay ornament, a likeness of his animagus form. “Where did you get this?” 

“I made it,” you admit, shoulders gravitating towards your ears. “I couldn’t find one that looked right in the stores, so…”

“You made it?” Sirius sounds awed. “Fuck, it’s amazing.” His eyes move to yours, still holding your gift suspended in the air between you. “Thank you, sweetheart. I love it.” 

It’s like someone’s been inflating a balloon in your chest and has just finally let it deflate. You can breathe again. “I’m really glad,” you say, and your smile may not be huge but at least it’s not faked. “I was worried it was too much.” 

“No, this is perfect.” Sirius places the ornament back in its box with heartbreaking care, giving you a sad look. “Fuck, I’m an ass.” 

“No, you’re not—” you start automatically, but he cuts you off. 

“I am. I’m a total coward, too. I’m so sorry, doll, I just—I freaked out.” He puts a hand in his hair, fingers curling in the dark locks. “I have a better gift for you, just one second.” 

He stands, leaving you in confused silence. You hear something rustling by the entryway of your flat, and then Sirius comes back a second later with a nicely wrapped box. 

“What’s this?” you ask when he sets it in your lap. 

“Your real present.” Sirius seems almost bashful, looking down as he gets situated on the floor again. “Go on, open it.” 

You almost don’t want to destroy the wrappings on this gift, clearly done with much more care than the first, but you take the paper off bit by bit, opening the top of the box. 

“Sirius,” you breathe. “Honey, what is all this?”

“It’s, uh, it’s just stuff from our first few dates.” You look up, and he’s playing with his rings. “Pictures, receipts, ticket stubs, shit like that. I know you’re a sap for that stuff, so.” 

“I’m a sap?” Laughter comes fizzing up out of you despite the tears blurring your vision. “You’re the one who collected it all!”

“Oh, technicalities, I only—hey.” He finally meets your eyes, noticing your state. “Hey, don’t cry. Shit, I knew this would happen. I should have stuck with the candy.” 

“I don’t understand,” you warble as he chases determinedly after your tears with painfully gentle fingers. “Why were there two?” 

Sirius sighs, pressing an apologetic kiss to your cheek. “Like I said, I freaked out. I was planning on giving you this, but on the way over I started thinking about how we haven’t been dating that long, and maybe it was too soon for something so…relationship-y, you know? So I panicked and bought a bunch of candy at the store.” 

You’re laughing by the end of it, shoulders shaking with amusement even as tears continue to dribble down your face. Sirius coos and kisses them away. 

“I guess I am a sap,” you say cheerily. “I never even thought about if my gift would be weird.” 

“Not until I made you,” Sirius groans, pulling you in for a hug. “Pretty sure that doesn’t make you a sap so much as it makes me an idiot, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” You smile into his shoulder, curling your fingers into the material of his shirt. “We both got to give our sappy gifts, and if the apocalypse goes down, I’ve got enough candy to last through New Years’.” 

[willowser]

i don't know, there is something sweet to me about the idea of you and bakugou meeting when you're both at the end of your dating rope 🥺 he's been trying to find someone and make it work for a while, and you've been on date after date after date and it's just !! not working out !! for either of you !!

and it's really a last ditch effort on both your parts, your first meeting; in a moment of utter exasperation, bakugou doesn't immediately delete the dating app kirishima installs on his phone, and you don't believe pro-hero dynamight would be on such a thing and you figure the worst you'll get out of entertaining it is a good laugh !

but it's really him and it's really you, but you're both so worn out at this point that you're just expecting it to go nowhere. to not develop past the night and the awkward dinner at the overpriced restaurant he made reservations at and actually—

"can i be honest with you?" you speak up right outside the door, glancing between the man holding it open and bakugou. the real, true bakugou.

his eyebrows furrow, and then he simply shrugs.

"i — honestly don't want to eat here," you admit, sending an apologetic smile to the employee still standing there. reservations have been made, you know that, and maybe bakugou is going to get angry at you for this, but you don't think you can swallow down another hour of small, meaningless talk. "i'd rather get, i don't know, ice cream, maybe."

if he tosses you aside now, it'll be for the better, you think. just get it over with, so you can stop wasting each other's time.

— but he only sighs, runs a hand through his hair that messes it up a little. and then bakugou grunts, "fine by me," and heads off down the sidewalk without hesitation.

and it must be the weariness that you both carry, that waters down your nerves into something more manageable; you tell him openly that you're not going to sleep with him, and he openly tells you that he doesn't want that either. you tell him about your ex-partner and the last three dates you went on — all things you've been told by friends not to bring up — and he tells you that he probably won't be around anytime soon, with work and all.

you share ice cream because he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he pays for it and doesn't complain about the flavor. he doesn't ask you about your job or what you like to do for fun, but you walk half-way across town while talking about silly things, random things, things you shouldn't tell a stranger and yet find no reason not to.

after so long in a shitty dating pool, you're just expecting this to go wrong, to end on a weird, dull note — and so neither of you really know how to say goodbye, when it's way too late and your hand has found its way into his and you realize that you maybe don't want to let go, just yet.

[doumadono]

[emergency request]

if you're not comfortable writing something like this, feel free to delete my ask, but if it isn't too much trouble, may i please request some hurt/comfort for xiao x a gn!reader who feels like a burden because their chronic joint pain and brain fog make it difficult for them to complete certain tasks and feels guilty about not being able to do more? thank you so much in advance if you do decide to fulfill my request and regardless, i hope you have a good day/night

Quiet resolve - Xiao x gn!Reader

EMERGENCY REQS - PART 2

The cool evening breeze swept through the open balcony, carrying with it the scent of pine and distant rain. The Wangshu Inn was quiet tonight, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the soft hum of the lanterns swaying in the wind. The sky above was painted with streaks of deep orange and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the wooden floors. You leaned against the railing, staring out at the distant mountains, but even the beautiful landscape couldn't distract you from the heavy weight in your chest.

Your joints ached - the dull, persistent throb in your knees and elbows that never seemed to leave. Each movement reminded you of how much your body fought against you. And the brain fog? That was worse. It made simple tasks feel like scaling a mountain. You were supposed to help Xiao with a few chores earlier, but everything had taken longer than expected, leaving you feeling frustrated, and worse - useless.

The guilt settled in your stomach like a stone. Xiao did so much - always protecting, always on guard - and here you were, barely able to keep up. You sighed, resting your forehead against your hand, trying to fight the rising sense of inadequacy.

You didn’t hear Xiao approach, but you felt his presence before you heard his voice. "Why are you out here alone?"

His voice was calm as always, but there was a subtle concern laced within it. You turned slightly, your eyes catching a glimpse of him standing near the doorway. The soft glow of the lanterns lit his face, casting shadows that highlighted the tired look in his eyes, though his gaze was focused entirely on you.

"I just… needed some air," you said, offering him a small smile. You tried to make your voice sound light, but the strain behind it was too obvious to hide.

Xiao stepped forward, his quiet footsteps barely making a sound on the creaking floorboards. He stopped beside you, close enough that you could feel the slight shift in the air. His gaze shifted between you and the sunset, clearly unconvinced by your answer. "You’re not fine," he stated bluntly, though his voice held its usual softness. "What’s bothering you?"

You hesitated, the weight in your chest tightening. How could you explain this to him? Xiao, who had fought for centuries without a break, who had faced things no human could fathom, and here you were - unable to complete a few simple tasks. It felt ridiculous, selfish even, to complain.

"It’s nothing," you lied, staring at the darkening horizon. "I just… I wish I could do more. I feel like I’m not pulling my weight."

Xiao’s gaze sharpened, though his voice remained steady. "What do you mean?"

You exhaled, the guilt bubbling to the surface despite your best efforts to push it down. "I see you doing so much, Xiao. You're always protecting people, always helping. And I… I can’t even finish what I said I would. My body just won’t let me." You shook your head, the frustration building. "I feel like a burden. You shouldn’t have to worry about me when you already have so much to deal with."

The silence that followed felt heavy, thick with the weight of your confession. You stared at the mountains in the distance, waiting for him to respond, unsure of how he would take it. Xiao wasn’t the type to give long, comforting speeches - he dealt with problems head-on, swiftly and efficiently. You feared he might not understand, or worse, that he’d agree with you.

But Xiao didn’t pull away or look at you with annoyance. Instead, he stepped closer, his voice soft but firm. "You're not a burden."

The words cut through your haze of guilt, so simple and direct that it took you a moment to register them. You blinked, turning to face him fully. "But-"

"You’re not a burden," he repeated, his golden eyes locking with yours. "Your worth isn’t measured by how much you can do in a single day." His voice was steady, but there was something deeper in his tone - something resolute. "You are important because you are here."

You opened your mouth to protest, but Xiao raised his hand slightly, silencing you. His expression softened in a way that was rare for him, his eyes never leaving yours. "I chose to stay by your side. You’re not holding me back. I don’t see you as a burden - don’t ever think that."

The wind picked up slightly, rustling the trees below. You could hear the distant sound of water rushing from the river near the inn, but Xiao’s voice cut through all of it, grounding you. "You fight your battles every day, and that’s not something I take lightly."

You swallowed hard, his words sinking in, but the guilt still clung stubbornly to the corners of your heart. "I just… I don’t want to drag you down."

Xiao’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly as if he could sense the lingering doubt in your mind. "You don’t drag me down." His voice softened further, almost a whisper. "You give me peace."

You blinked, surprised. Xiao, the vigilant Yaksha, who was always ready for battle, always on edge... peace?

"You’re always protecting me," he continued, his gaze now a bit distant, as if he were recalling something far away. "But you don’t need to push yourself so hard for me. Just... rest. Let me handle the rest."

You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, the weight in your chest lifting ever so slightly. "I don’t deserve you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Xiao shook his head. "You’re wrong," he said, his gaze steady. "You deserve far more than I could ever give."

The lanterns swayed in the breeze, their light flickering softly against the wooden walls of the inn. Xiao’s presence beside you, solid and unwavering, filled the space with a quiet comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time.

"I’ll take care of things for today," Xiao said, his voice returning to its usual calm. "You rest."

And as you nodded, watching as Xiao turned and walked back inside to take care of the tasks you couldn’t finish, you felt lighter. The guilt hadn’t disappeared completely, but it no longer felt like it was crushing you. Because Xiao, in his quiet, steadfast way, had reminded you that you weren’t alone in all this.

[sapphicdib]

"i could gush about my sig headcanons all day but auuughvjgghh". You know what, do it. I dare you. After that sleepy iterators post I'm itching for more headcanons to ponder.

SORRY THIS IS RLLY LATE, IVE BEEN WORKING A LOT

THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME HAVE AN EXCUSE TO HAVE A CATEGORY 10 AUTISM MOMENT ON THE DASH. this is legit about to be a better essay than anything ive ever turned in for university so strap in, obv everything is gonna be under the cut bc this is prolly gonna be long as fuck

Okay! My main headcanons for Sig are:

He uses he/she/it pronouns, but mainly he/she!

He's a bioengineering dork.

She's a specialized medical facility!

She doesn't really care much about the great problem, and thus has a lot of hobbies. He knitted her own scarf!

She has a lot of friends, even outside of the local group. He's incredibly close with Chasing Wind.

He's a mid-gen iterator, (Ages being: LTTM, SRS, SOS, CW, NSH, UI, FP), so his emotional AI is a lot more advanced than Suns' (there's quite a gap between the two, Suns is closer to Moon in terms of age).

She considers Hunter to be her daughter, Hunter calls him her dadmom and Moon her mom.

He tends to bury these emotions down for the sake of others, which leads to...bad situations.

She's terrified of being alone :)

Sig just gives me gender fucky-wucky vibes. Her pronouns are the/bit and he's committed to it. There's not really a basis for this in canon but it just fits his personality of being pretty laid back and goofy when not in um. emotional distress. Also the accessorizing to his puppet (ie the scarf) makes me think he likes to experiment with her appearance and presentation. To add on to this in the streamer au she goes by any pronouns and is pretty androgynous, so none of his followers can tell his AGAB, and its funny to him to watch the chat argue about it. (He's AFAB, tbh I can't see her as anything else). No one can guess his sexuality either, the only "confirmed" thing seems to be polyamourous, but other than that it's "whatever makes it gay", or "whatever pisses you off most".

Sig obviously has a knack for bioengineering, as he was the one who started investigating the idea of using purposed messengers to stay in contact with others once the comms degraded, not to mention the creation of the slag reset keys. Yes this is my incoming rant of "Sig is not bad at making slugcats", since sometimes people tend to act like "Sig didn't follow Suns' instructions" or something like that, and that's why Hunter is sick. There are MULTIPLE points in their conversations where it's outright stated that Sig was the one who did it first:

Sig was the one who showed Suns the process:

SRS: I purposed a messenger, and sent the information by land via a data pearl. NSH: How original of you. SRS: I learned from the best.

Sig clearly has experiences with messengers, and Spearmaster happens before Sig begins working on Hunter:

NSH: I feel like I need to be simplifying my speech patterns. Is that something you do when conversing with your messenger?

SUNS SAYS "ANOTHER" MESSENGER, AND THEN LATER SIG SAYS "ANOTHER MESSENGER" AS WELL. SIG HAS MADE MESSENGERS BEFORE:

SRS: Do you suppose you'll ever raise another messenger?

NSH: I'm tempted to start work on raising another messenger as a last ditch effort, but to be honest I don't think there is any point.

And then, in her reply, she says, "*I* started investigating the method".

NSH: If the need arises, I certainly would. After all, I started investigating the method out of the inevitability of our situation.

And just to nail it down that Sig was the one who purposed them first, the gossip between Wandering Omen and Pleading Intellect:

PI: You haven't heard about what No Significant Harassment did? WO: All I heard was the complaining. Didn't he send an iterator something distasteful? PI: Well, yes, but more importantly, he trained a purposed organism to deliver it!

WO: How do you even get a dull creature such as that to follow orders? I may consider asking him to teach me his ways.

So yes, Sig was the one to purpose the messengers first. She had already made at least one in the past, to send the "distasteful message" to someone. I'd honestly say he probably made more between that/before, to test the efficacy and also just to mess around with the process.

This leads into my next headcanon: Sig was a specialized medical facility! Five Pebbles mentions to Hunter that "I was not a medical facility even when the equipment was functioning," so I believe that there were some more specialized iterators built. Sig's knowledge of bioengineering could be an indication of this specialization, not to mention it fits with him not really caring about the great problem to the same degree as everyone else. Purely headcanon after this point, but when Sig was first built, Moon was very nervous about getting a new model of "specialized" iterator that she wouldn't be able to help train as well! Moon was a more generalized iterator as she was older, so she does have knowledge about medicine and bioengineering, as all iterators did for the health and growth of her city, but nothing to the degree Sig would need. Thankfully, iterators are fucking supercomputers, so its not like Sig needed much "training" in the way of that, but still. Moon wanted to be a good mentor to her! And she very much was, considering how Sig turned out. That's why they ended up so close.

After the mass ascension, he became the resident "doctor" of the local group. Pointing back to the slag reset keys, Sig seems to have shoved as many as he could into that thing, since Pebbles reacts to the amount of them with surprise, so he knows his way around iterator biology. In pure headcanon mode now, when they develop my tangible projections thing (which Sig and Moon were heavily involved in), it meant that she could actually help others by preforming repairs on their puppets, and even their structures by sending her overseer into them. Moon's inspectors enjoy head pats from her whenever he's passing by.

Her being a medical facility also means she doesn't give as much thought to finding the Triple Affirmative as others. His processing power was delegated more towards finding cures, aiding the sick, and engineering better production techniques for medical equipment and such. His city is also highly accessible and optimized for the disabled and elderly. When you're a medical facility, your goal is more to keep people alive than perma-kill them! I mostly get this headcanon from the fact that when Suns is faced with "what to do" other than solve the great problem, they respond with "What else CAN we do? You're stuck in your can, and at any moment you have no more than two alternatives: Do nothing, or work like you're supposed to.". Meanwhile, Sig responds to Suns' question about purposing another messenger with "There's nothing better for me to do with my time, though.". Not to mention, he was already purposing messengers before this, so she certainly wasn't dedicating all of her time to iterating the great problem! Of course, he probably did iterate on it, just not to the degree his peers did. He also jokes about it in that broadcast where Wind is telling everyone about erratic pulse, saying "Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along!" so it really seems like he doesn't take it very seriously.

Her disinterest in solving the problem led to her developing a wide range of hobbies. He's an iterator after all, they probably get horrifically bored if they're not doing something! She taught herself to knit (telling his citizens it helped her focus so they would provide her with needles and yarn), and eventually learns to make garments as well. I headcanon he plays video games too, especially with Chasing Wind, mostly just because she probably wanted to see if an iterator could run Doom for the lolz. Probably also trolls in the group chats sometimes, considering the "distasteful pearl", and I think her being being NGI ("No Great Ideas") would be funny as hell. This also makes it pretty obvious why I made the streamer au, Sig's a top level player for multiple FPS games and has won some pretty prestigious awards in esports tournaments. And then she goes home and plays Hollow Knight randomizers with Pebbles in a maid outfit.

Sig's personality also lent itself to having a lot of friends. Her and Chasing Wind were built less than 50 cycles apart (Wind is older), so they're practically attached at the hip. Wind isn't in her local group (He's in Sliver's), but they're still very close. It's not really explored much in canon since we really only see her interact with Suns for the most part, but given her personality, I don't think it'd be a far off assumption for him to have lots of friends. Because she's younger, she also has a more sophisticated emotional AI...which can be detrimental at times, but is helpful when it comes to maintaining friendships!

AHAH So here comes the um. SAD portion of the rant lol. I feel like Sig buries her emotions down a lot, for the sake of others. In her conversations with Suns, we do see him get snappy with him, but for the most part he remains either calm or sympathetic, at the most a bit pessimistic towards the end. When she finally does call Suns out for their bullshit, he (presumably) stops replying to Suns for a short time before apologizing and continuing to talk to them.

SRS: I'm in noticing you are becoming more defensive. This obviously wasn't the end result I was aiming for, you know. SRS: Please respond to my messages. I don't want to leave it like this. I need someone to talk to. NSH: I don't mean to be cold, I'm just very worried.

After this interaction, Sig seems to either just reply with facts/possibly explanations for Moon/Pebbles' actions, or completely changing the subject to Suns' messenger, which then leads to the broadcast where Suns is telling her all the ways they modified their messenger to sneak past Sig's overseers, by not giving them the mark and hiding the pearl, we see Sig's replies become very short, single sentence answers.

This to me reads as slightly passive aggressive, but Suns doesn't seem to pick up on it. To be honest I in my head I hear this as Sig hissing this shit through clenched teeth if he could, but it's just text so I suppose we'll never know.

Additionally, he still does let his emotions overwhelm her at points, (such as during the "Your plan was a complete failure" broadcast), but the most blatant is probably in the messages she sends to Moon and Pebbles.

Starting with the Pebbles one:

NSH: Five Pebbles, I will say once again. You need to stop. Immediately. NSH: I know you are going to trash this message like the rest, but... NSH: I hope eventually when you are out of this state of mind you will look back at these. NSH: Look back and reflect on all the regrets you've set yourself up to have.

Sig is angry. Like he shows no sympathy for him, and just hopes he wallows in regret for the rest of his life. She does express his dislike of Pebbles while talking to Suns as well, but manages to still be nice by saying "I think a lot of us were like that in the beginning.", and such, and then drops the subject by the next broadcast by talking about Suns' messenger. He only ever talks about Moon's condition, likely to keep himself from being a dick about Pebbles in front of Suns because talking directly about him is obviously pretty touchy. But this broadcast is straight up mean. She doesn't manage to hold back her emotions but to be honest? I don't think he actually cares, if he burns that bridge with Pebbles then fine, because Pebbles burned it first.

Pebbles took away one of the few friends he still had in this dying world.

I really and truly believe that Sig's biggest fear is being alone. She makes the slugcats as a way to keep in contact with others after the comms arrays degrade. After being snappy with Suns, she immediately backtracks, apologizes, and keeps talking to them, even if it hurts. His messages to Moon also emphasize this:

NSH: Moon? Moon, are you able to communicate?

NSH: Moon? It's me again.

NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay.

The fact that we are provided two of these broadcasts and not just one seems to point to the idea that these are not the only two Sig sent. "It's me again." There is more desperation in her tone compared to the messages he shares with Suns, possibly because he's more comfortable expressing his profound distress with Moon because they're closer. A part of me headcanons she...never stopped sending messages. He needs to know she's okay. You can even find a green overseer in outer expanse and subterranean, locked out of the facility but still searching, still looking for any sign of Moon...or Hunter.

When Sig sends Hunter to Moon, the pearl he sends is goofy and lighthearted. He doesn't want to bring her down when she's already suffering enough. It's short, and sweet, because anything longer would probably devolve into something unpleasant. She's holding the words on that pearl together with tape and glue. Once again, hiding the pure grief he feels for the sake of others.

I also think that's why Hunter is sick. Once again, pure headcanon, but Sig mentions this on the pearl:

Excuse the unorthodox delivery method, equipment eroding etc etc.

I kinda interpret this as Sig pushing herself too hard to make Hunter in time to save Moon, and in turn, irreversibly damaging himself in the process. An emergency shutdown occurred after he ignores the 50th pressure warning his systems desperately tried to get her to pay attention to, causing Hunter to become sick thanks to the sudden disruption in his concentration, much like Pebbles and the rot. This is also why no other messengers were sent after this, Sig simply couldn't make any more that were healthy. She loved Hunter, and I fully believe that, as Hunter's last vision in the void sea was to return to his arms. Continuing the pure headcanons now, but he treats Hunter like a daughter and knits her a scarf for her journey. She tells Hunter that Moon is her mom. She gives Hunter a name, which were held in very high regard in ancient culture, a gift so she can at least be remembered for her sacrifice: "Hunting the Stars, Moon's Savior."

All and all, Sig is desperately trying to delay the inevitable, watching the walls of loneliness close in as she loses contact with friends, slowly encroaching on her until he's locked up in a box. Alone.

HOWEVER!

I for one, absolutely adore the goofy, flirty personality the fandom gives Sig. I really do believe when he isn't in extreme emotional distress, she is like that. The motherfucker uses tildes in his texts and teases Suns and makes jokes about slimers and lizards. I just like peeling apart the little snippets we see of him, which are mostly at pretty low moments unfortunately, and just seeing what I can extrapolate from that. Even if some of my headcanons are far-fetched and shit, I do at least try to keep most of them at least slightly in character with some explanation.

I hope you enjoyed my unhinged rant about my favorite guy!!!! I put this in google docs and its literally like, 2.4k words, I could genuinely have turned this in to one of my fucking college courses LMFAO. It's probably better than some of the garbage I DID turn in tbh. If you want more I am totally happy to provide, cuz I could make a whole OTHER ramble about Hunter that's just as long LMAOOOO

(Oh also none of this applies to rot au Sig. that freak deserves her own post bc at this point he's 50% oc and 50% No Significant Harassment Rain World LOL)

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 4)

WARNINGS: Mentions of rape/SA, Blood

Word Count: 8.5k

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Loras was the first person I saw upon waking up, which was reassuring because nothing else about the room I was in was familiar. I was lying back in bed, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming.

“Sister?”

I raised my eyebrows at my younger brother, yawning and lifting my arms so that I might rub my tired eyes. Doing this made me realize that I most certainly was not dreaming, for it sent a sharp pain up my side. Suddenly, memories of the previously forgotten battle came flooding back to me. Some were certainly clearer than others, but it did not take much concentration to recall the fact that Tywin Lannister had carried me across the battlefield and saved my life. Even if I did not want to give him that credit, it was what he was owed for doing such a thing. 

“Loras?”

“You’re finally awake, thank the gods. You’ve been out for three days now, much to all our concern. Though I suppose that was better than being awake for any of it. From what I’m told you gave the healers and maesters quite the job,” he said, motioning to my wound. I presumed it had been both cleaned and stitched, and decided that he was right; it was a good thing I had been unconscious for it.

“Are we in the Red Keep?” I questioned, looking around. I could hear waves crashing against rocks somewhere nearby, which made me think that the answer to my question was yes. 

“Yes, we are. Tywin Lannister chose your room, I believe. Perhaps he’s trying to appease you, because it’s certainly quite nice,” Loras suggested with a grin, joining me in my observation of the space. He was correct in his statement about the quality of it, as I’d been given a rather large bed and plenty of space. There was also a circular table with some food set out, and I thought it might be good to eat something. I doubted that I’d enjoyed anything of real substance in the last several days. 

“Tywin Lannister does not know what the word appeasement means, Loras. Is your room this large?” I asked, though not without taking the chance to remind my brother that the Lord of the Rock was still my sworn enemy. He had probably just put me wherever was most convenient, or perhaps most inconvenient for me. 

“No, but this one’s most likely been chosen due to its relative lack of stairs. My bedroom is higher up, and unfortunately requires many more steps. It’s somewhere near the tower of the hand, I believe,” Loras complained, looking around with a sigh. Scratch that idea about inconvenience, then. 

I suddenly felt the need to sit up, for my back was rather stiff. I motioned for my brother and reached out with a sort of desperation. Loras understood, moving forward to help me sit up. I was successfully able to, but not without hissing in pain. I tried not to consider how long it would take this damned wound to heal.

“I don’t know which part is worse, the stairs or having to be closer to Tywin Lannister. Both of those thoughts make me want to die,” I joked with a groan, to which Loras smiled and shook his head at me. I reached out toward the nightstand beside the bed, wanting the cup full of wine that was set down there. I needed something to dull this pain.

“Most definitely the stairs, I promise you that.”

I thought about my memories from that night some more, and recalled the way Lord Tywin had practically carried me across the entire battlefield. He hadn’t let me die; he wouldn’t let me. I remembered his words of encouragement, and the way that he had kept me pressed against his chest with every ounce of strength in his body. He was miles stronger than most men his age, it seemed. I found myself wondering why he had gone to so much effort to save my life. I mean, seven hells, I had begged the man to let me die.

“But, (Y/N), there’s something else I should tell you. At least, Margaery thought I should,” Loras said after a moment, breaking me from my thoughts. 

“Hm?”

“It’s about Margaery. We were discussing the subject and- well, there’s to be a sort of ceremony at the end of this week. It’s generally expected that King Joffrey will do House Tyrell some sort of honor. Our sister would like for me to request their betrothal,” Loras said, though his words were cautious for some reason. That was generally what we had already planned for at Highgarden. Had something changed in the last several days?

“This was what we agreed upon before I accepted Baelish’s offer, yes? How is this news?” I questioned, sighing out as I took several gulps of wine. Gods, it felt good to have something to numb this indescribable pain. It somehow made me angry that the man who’d given it to me was afforded death. I’d much rather he have lived in pain.

“There have been rumors. Grandmother has noted that when people speak of Joffrey… well, it’s either very false or somewhat unpleasant. She wants to find out more, but both her and Margaery agreed that I ought to inform you about it once you woke up. Just so you aren’t surprised,” Loras explained, pouring me more wine once I’d finished the modest amount in my cup. He gave me a condescending look to suggest that I ought to slow down, but poured more anyway. I couldn’t resist a small grin.

“I see. If Joffrey does turn out to be rather cruel, it would be regrettable. Gods know that all Margaery wants is to be queen, and it would be quite frustrating to have some boy ruin half of the reason I agreed to this damned alliance in the first place,” I noted with a sigh, shaking my head at the very thought of it. All I currently knew was that Joffrey had called for Ned Stark to be beheaded, but I supposed he had that coming. This new information made me wonder if there was perhaps more to that situation than mere treason.

“That’s the other reason I wanted to talk to you about it. Even if Joffrey does end up being cruel, Margaery still wants to go through with it anyways. You know her, with her seductive abilities,” my brother scoffed, pouring himself a cup as well. It seemed that this conversation warranted it.

“If anybody can ‘tame’ a cruel man, I’d leave it to Margaery. If she doesn’t manage to, however, I’m not afraid to show the king a thousand times more wrath than I’ve bestowed upon his grandfather.”

“Ha! When being queen comes naturally to her and she gets bored, perhaps she can take a crack at the Old Lion himself.”

“And if she somehow managed to, it would be the hardest thing she ever did. I’m afraid even her talent has limits.”

Loras and I both laughed rather heartily, so much so that I was instantly grabbing at my side and hissing with pain. Even then, it took quite a lot of willpower to subdue my laughter over the thought. If Margaery herself couldn’t make Tywin Lannister a better man—which I knew for a fact wasn’t possible—I highly doubted that anybody could. 

I sighed out, leaning back against the pillows as I waited for the sharp, stabbing feeling to dissipate. I wished that I could be given more milk of the poppy without it being dangerous. 

“I know I can’t make the pain go away, but is there anything I can do?”

“Will you help me dress? I don’t trust any of the maids here just yet, and I’d like to go sit in the gardens for a while. I need fresh air,” I asked my brother, trying to relax as my level of pain went back to something that felt slightly bearable.  

“Certainly, which dress would you like?” Loras questioned in reply, getting up from his seat beside my bed and opening my closet. I was surprised to find various dresses from home already hung and arranged by color. I imagined that perhaps Margaery and my grandmother had put together a trunk for me.

“The pink one. Yes, that one would be best. The sides are open, it won’t irritate the wound as much,” I reasoned, sitting straighter and removing my shift as painlessly as possible. Actually, nothing about it was painless, but I supposed it could’ve been much much worse. By how much I wasn’t certain, but I tried to tell myself that.

Loras came over to the bed again and helped me into my dress, and even that process involved very much pain. I was forced to work my legs and arms into it very awkwardly so that none of the stitches would split, but it was almost as though I could feel the tugging. Thankfully, it was over relatively quickly, and he proceeded to help me into some shoes. 

“Will you be alright walking so soon? It’s only been a few days,” He noted with concern, giving me his arm so I could test out standing up. I was able to do that on my own, but I did have to hold onto him once I decided to take a step forward. 

“Yes, I’m certain it’ll be fine. Also, can you fetch whatever chambermaid they assigned to me? I don’t trust you to do my hair any justice,” I said, gripping his arm while I limped over to the vanity. When I saw myself in the mirror, Loras could no longer hold in his laugh. My hair was quite a mess, and I pretended to scoff at his childishness as I sat on the small stool. It was quite amusing, if I was honest.

“Certainly, sister. If any rats come crawling out of that, just scream and I’m certain the guards outside the door will try their best to find it,” Loras teased, chuckling to himself as he left the room. I merely rolled my eyes, reaching for my brush. I attempted to do my own hair, but the raising of my arms stretched my torso and hurt so horribly that I nearly began to cry. No, I would unfortunately have to burden some poor girl with this mess.

My thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of my door, and I looked over to find a young woman stepping in. She seemed more or less around my age, and she had strawberry blonde hair with a sweet face. Her eyes were hazel, and there was something warm about her. I felt relaxed instantly.

“Hello,” I greeted, giving her a gentle smile. It was all I could muster at the present moment. 

“Hello, my lady. Your brother said you needed assistance with your hair?” She confirmed, closing the door and approaching the vanity. She did not even look shocked at the sight, and treated it like it was any normal task. I supposed it wasn’t the worst thing she could be dealing with, but I still felt bad.

“I would’ve attempted it myself, but well-“

“Your wound, ma’am. I know, they asked for someone with a bit more medical knowledge than usual. I’ve been looking after you these last few days,” she informed, smiling and reaching for my brush. 

“What is your name?” I asked as she raised the tool and carefully began to untangle everything. She was trying her very hardest not to hurt me, and I wanted to explain that as a girl my chambermaid had practically used the thing as a weapon. In contrast, I almost couldn’t even tell that this girl was brushing my hair. 

“Cerella, my lady,” she replied softly, smiling at me through the mirror. It matched her face perfectly, and I gave her a satisfied nod.

“That’s quite pretty.”

“Thank you, how would you like your hair?”

“Nothing too much, just a braid or two that meet in the back,” I said, not caring to give myself a headache, or her too much to do. Neither my sister nor I cared for the somewhat elaborate styles that Queen Cersei was known for. I doubted I could sit still for that long. 

Cerella nodded and promptly got to work, leaving me to my thoughts. I wondered where Margaery was, and the same for my grandmother. I wanted to see them very badly, and I also wanted to inquire about my father. It made me feel like a young girl again, waiting for his judgment of my leadership. I prayed that even despite my wound he would recognize that I had otherwise fought valiantly and made smart choices.

“There you are, my lady. Is that alright?”

“Perfect, Cerella, thank you. That’ll be all.”

She nodded, giving a slight curtsy and then leaving. Once she was gone, I admired the style in the mirror. She had done quite a good job, especially after having to deal with untangling everything as well.

With a sigh, I planted my palms into the wood of the dresser and slowly attempted to stand. It was so painful that every few seconds I would have to stop and take several deep breaths, and I felt certain that perhaps an infant would have an easier time doing it.

Eventually, though, I managed to rise from my seat, and I sighed out with great relief as I did. I began walking towards the door, too, and that was somehow even worse than trying to stand. Each step I took produced pain, but I was far too proud to admit that I needed either a cane or assistance. 

I finally managed to exit the room, though it had been quite a taxing experience and I was somewhat wary about actually being able to make it to the gardens. Nevertheless, I would at least try to get there. 

As I was making my way to the gardens, however, I discovered a grassy courtyard near my chambers that was full of flowers and various other kinds of plants. I could smell its sweet scent from the hallway, and deciding that the pain of walking was becoming far too unbearable, I instead opted to sit in this flowery courtyard.

I managed to find a stone bench hidden among the greenery, and I found that beads of sweat had formed on my forehead when I sat down. A headache had also formed due to my exertion, and so I closed my eyes for a moment and prayed that all of my pain would simply go away. 

When I felt relaxed enough, I opened my eyes and decided to admire all the plants in this secluded garden. There were vibrant, beautiful colors of every kind surrounding me, and it reminded me of Highgarden in quite the comforting way. I found myself wishing that I was at Highgarden, and wishing that this dreadful war had never started to begin with. I ought to have been enjoying ripe peaches in the gardens with Margaery and our other relatives, chasing the younger ones through the hedge maze and laughing because I would find them everytime. I wished that I was practicing with Ser Elias and Loras in the courtyard, enjoying the feeling of cold water rushing down my parched throat. I even wished that I was sitting in my bedroom, reading while curled up on the small sofa by my window that overlooked the river. 

No, instead I was here in King's Landing, the worst city in all seven kingdoms, sitting on a random stone bench with nothing to do because I was in so much pain. Unnecessary pain, too. Pain that would’ve been avoided if I hadn’t accepted Littlefinger’s proposal. 

“Lady (Y/N).”

I instantly recognized the voice, but I turned around in surprise. Lord Tywin had managed to find me here, somehow. He approached comfortably, and I swallowed the lump in my throat that had appeared over the thought of being back at Highgarden.

“Lord Tywin,” I found myself replying, unsure of what to say. The last time I’d seen him I’d been slung across his body trying not to die, and that’s not exactly a very conversational topic.

“May I sit with you?” He asked, glancing at the bench for a moment and then back at me. I debated saying no, for I truly had no desire to be in a worse mood, but I figured that he deserved at least a little kindness for helping me.

“Certainly.”

I moved over, giving him enough room to sit beside me, though I was nervous as to whatever he was going to bring up. The act of sitting—to me, at least—suggested a lengthier conversation, and that was not a particularly comforting thought. 

“How did you find me here?” I questioned, looking around. It would certainly be very difficult to spot someone from the halls, for the plants were too high and the bench too secluded. 

“I saw you enter the garden from down the hall, but I was busy speaking to another lord,” he said, holding his hands over the bottom of coat and sitting down beside me. He adjusted himself for a moment, and then finally stilled.

I nodded in response to his answer, and I meant to say something along the lines of ‘I see,’ but it had not come out in time. I suddenly felt awkward, and I did not like that. Trying to be civil to a man that I so despised felt wrong, even if I knew that it was the least I could do. 

“How is your wound?”

I looked over at him and opened my mouth to speak, but figured that it might just be easier to show him. I adjusted the loose silk at the side of my dress, opening the slit wider and moving my arm for him to see it. I could feel the slight stickiness of gauze there, but assumed that at some point they’d removed my bandages to let it breathe.

“In all honesty, I haven’t even looked at it yet. All I know is that it hurts worse than all seven hells. I’ve never felt pain like this,” I admitted, watching as he moved his head back a little bit to see better. Lord Tywin observed it carefully before nodding, his eyes scanning over the entire thing.

“They did a good job with the stitching. I’m… sorry that it hurts,” he noted, watching as I put my dress back into place. I could tell those two words had not fallen from his tongue in many years. Not genuinely, at least. 

“It’ll heal eventually. Though, for the moment it’s awful. I meant to find my way to the actual gardens but… well, I could only make it this far,” I explained with a sigh, folding my hands in my lap while I did. There was something incredibly degrading about not even being able to go where you wanted to.

“Stairs are an unfortunate part of the Red Keep. I put you where there were as few as possible, even if it does not make much of a difference overall.”

“I thank you for that. And I- well, thank you for saving my life, Lord Tywin. Especially after all I’ve said to you,” I told him, raising my eyes so I could meet his. Saying it made my heart pound as though I were revealing some grand secret, and I did not like how insecure it made me feel. I never imagined there would be a day where I said thank you to Tywin Lannister for any reason. 

“You do not have to find me agreeable, Lady (Y/N), for I most certainly do not find you to be so either, but our alliance is important. If you had died, it would have complicated quite a lot of things,” he said, making me remember just how insufferable the man truly was. He just had to mention that he did not like me. Well, it was of little importance, I would do the same later on.

“Would it have? If anything, I should think that me dying would’ve made the Lannister-Tyrell alliance much easier for you to handle. There would be nobody disagreeable for you to deal with, and I’m quite certain that neither my father nor brother would contest you,” I replied, raising both eyebrows with false surprise. I wondered what kind of response he would conjure up to that statement.

“You’re correct, I would certainly have this… thorn removed from my side, but even so, you are vastly more competent than the rest of your family. Your brother would not have had the confidence to make an immediate decision about the wildfire the way that you were prepared to. And your father…” Lord Tywin trailed off, and I could not resist a small smile as I finished his sentence.

“Is a ponderous oaf? In my grandmother’s words, anyway.”

Lord Tywin said nothing, but gave me a look that affirmed what I had said. He then sighed and continued.

“I’ll say this much, I prefer someone that dislikes me to someone utterly stupid. You’re certainly not the latter,” he said, taking a deep breath and exhaling tiredly. I might’ve noted that if I had died, my grandmother would’ve taken on my role, but in all honesty, I knew that she had even less desire to speak with Lord Tywin than I did. She’d spent her whole life around foolish men, I expected it had become quite droll.

“I see. Well, either way, I thank you for it,” I replied, trying my hardest to maintain an unaffected tone despite my deep annoyance. Why would Tywin Lannister ever do a single good thing for someone else unless it benefitted him somehow? I was merely another piece in his chess game, and he did not want to give me up and only be left with pawns. 

“Of course.”

There was a silence between us then, and I expected that he would get up and leave now that we’d had a discussion on the subject, but instead he cleared his throat and began again.

“I was worried about you,” he admitted suddenly, glancing at me and then glancing away as if he was embarrassed to experience emotions. I wasn’t surprised by his pride, but I was certainly surprised by his sentiment. 

“How do you mean?”

“You kept fainting, I was worried you’d die in my arms,” he said, shaking his head and glancing at my wound again. He had an odd look in his eyes, almost as if he was thinking about a distant memory. Either way, he was clearly being genuine, and I had not expected it. Especially when moments ago he’d noted that the only reason he’d bothered to help me was so he would not be left with only my brother and father to deal with.

Though, I considered his sentiment more, and my heart sank as I pondered the fact that his fear had been entirely plausible. 

“I thought I would. I was trying so hard to hold on but I truly thought I would die… it was an odd feeling. It was both frightening and comforting.”

“Well, you lived. That’s all that matters…” he trailed off for a moment, and then I saw a sort of mischievous spark in his eyes. It caught me somewhat off guard. “You would have died in the arms of an insufferable cunt, wouldn’t that have been sad?”

I had not expected him to say such a thing, and so naturally I couldn’t help laughing. Lord Tywin flashed a rare smile in response to my giggling, and I wondered if perhaps the maesters had given me too much milk of the poppy. I quickly realized they hadn’t though, because the pain in my side that laughter caused forced me to quickly compose myself. I resorted to simply smiling instead. Tywin Lannister making me smile, who would’ve thought? I supposed he’d done the same when I was a girl, before he’d revealed himself to be an insufferable cunt at any rate. Though, that led to another thought.

“I suppose, out of the kindness of my heart, I can remove one part of that title. As a reward, let’s say, for saving my life. Would you prefer to remain insufferable or a cunt?” I asked, grinning even wider. Even despite my hatred for the man, there was something invigorating about our current banter.

Lord Tywin, much to my surprise, let out a rather loud ‘ha!’ and shook his head as he began to contemplate. After a moment, he turned to me with a clever look on his face.

“I’d prefer to be a cunt, but I wouldn’t have saved your life if I was one, so I suppose you ought to pick the more fitting title.”

“Very well, you shall remain insufferable,” I announced, to which he simply raised an eyebrow. Though I had said it in a partially humorous tone, there was also a glare in my eyes to remind him that nothing had really changed. I meant it, he was still insufferable. 

“A curious sentiment given that I offered House Tyrell an alliance, showed you much more respect than you deserved, and saved your life.”

“Which is precisely why I will always find you insufferable, Lord Tywin. No matter how long I live. You seem to believe that you are owed something because you have done a decent act, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. Your offer was a benefit to you, just as you noted a few minutes ago. It’s the same reason you saved my life, correct?” 

Lord Tywin stared at me quietly, and I saw the annoyance starting to develop on his face. I continued.

“I may be grateful that you saved my life, Lord Tywin, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m not going to get down on my knees and worship you just because you practiced self control and behaved closer to how a man ought to than usual. No, nothing in the seven hells could ever make me civil towards you for as long as I live,” I said firmly, making sure he understood that his supposed ‘decency’ was still not nearly enough, and how the fact that he thought it was something miraculous was telling in itself. Who did he think he was?

“If I was ever truly cruel to you, Lady (Y/N), then I would understand the root of your hatred, possibly even be amused by it, but I don’t understand what I’ve done to make you hate me so passionately. No, I’m certainly not as kind as other men, I’m quite aware of that fact. But your contempt is based entirely on a single conversation that we had 11 years ago. Is it truly possible that you are so angry simply because you couldn’t handle being told you weren’t as smart as you believed?” he questioned, voice low and filled with malice. There was fire in his eyes, and I found myself wondering if he wished to strike me. I certainly wished to strike him.

“You say that as if you would tolerate it! All it took was one mention of imperfection to set you off, don’t you remember? But to answer your question, no, Lord Tywin, that is not the only reason I hate you so much. It may have sparked the fire, but I assure you plenty more has kept it going. Because even if you’ve never been ‘cruel’ to me, you’ve been cruel to plenty of others, don’t think I’m unaware. I could sit here and list through all your atrocities but I fear you’d already be buried in the Sept of Baelor by the time I was finished. To put it simply, you have no compassion for those around you, Lord Tywin. You don’t care how they feel about anything, or if others have to suffer. It is all about you, all about House Lannister. And from the first moment I met you, you made that abundantly clear,” I scowled, gripping my skirts to prevent my fury from becoming utterly explosive. Genuine anger had begun to make me shake, and my head hurt so bad it was making it even worse.

Lord Tywin and I stared each other down, and I’m sure if anybody had been there to see our conversation, they would’ve believed us about to kill each other. We bore no blades, but our tongues were weapons enough it seemed.

“You’re quite bold, Lady (Y/N), I must give you that. Most men would have their throats slit for saying such a thing to a lord,” he noted, tone deep and aggressive. I knew it was not just a statement, nor was it a direct threat. It was a warning. 

“Do you do it yourself, Lord Tywin?” 

His eyes seemed to darken further, and I knew I was pushing limits, but I didn’t care. It was addicting to infuriate the man, to know that I had the power to make him so angry. Plus, it was telling that my statement made him so upset. Where Ned Stark had believed that the man who passes the sentence ought to swing the sword, Tywin Lannister was the very opposite in his beliefs. At least, that was what he practiced, anyway.

“Be careful, woman.”

Ah, so it was woman now. Perhaps that was better than girl, for this was at least amusing to me.

“Isn’t it convenient, Lord Tywin? You slit mens throats for offending you, and yet here I am, a woman,” I pointed out, tilting my head in a challenging manner. I was luring him right into a trap.

“If you keep testing me, Lady (Y/N), it won’t matter.”

“I suppose I should be grateful I’m at least receiving warnings. Elia Martell certainly didn’t.”

That did it, and I watched with satisfaction as anger consumed the man beside me. Or rather, in front of me, because he stood up to try and assert some sort of conversational dominance. As he scowled at me, I had to hold back a smile. It was too easy to make him break this way.

“That was war! She and her children were a threat to Robert Baratheon’s claim, and they never would’ve been allowed to live, I only commanded the inevitable. And whatever else Gregor Clegane did to her was not under my command,” he yelled, eyebrows knitted with his fury. His chest had begun to heave a bit, and I found it curious that he was so easily moved to this level of emotion. It was not very ‘lord-like’ of him.

“Then should I remind you of what you did to the woman your son married? Because that was under your command,” I shot back, having heard plenty of stories. My initial dislike toward the Lord of the Rock had fueled an immense interest in his various wrongdoings, and this story in particular had always quite irked me.

“Do not speak of something you have no involvement nor knowledge of,” he snarled, voice firm. His eye twitched for a few seconds.

“You ordered that 50 men rape an innocent girl. So even if Elia Martell’s rape did not happen on your order—which I would like to contest because you have always been aware of Gregor Clegane’s tendencies, and yet had no qualms whatsoever sending him to deal with her—another woman’s has. To you, and to men like you, the rape and murder of women is nothing significant, as demonstrated by the Sack of King’s Landing and your constant pillaging of the Riverlands. The only problem men have with the rape of women is that it is ‘their’ women, and you cannot stand the thought of someone else taking your ‘property’. I can guarantee, Lord Tywin, that you have never once in your life considered the amount of pain that women experience from rape and similar assaults. I can also guarantee that you have directly caused hundreds of these rapes and assaults in your lifetime, and so forgive me if I still hate you despite the fact that you aren’t cruel to me!” I fumed, tears welling in my eyes while I yelled. Even if I hadn’t hated him, the thought of anyone being able to stomach the rape of innocent women made me sick.

 I felt myself involuntarily beginning to cry, because although my skills with blades had prevented me from being raped, I wasn’t unfamiliar with assaults of the same nature. One of the first men I’d ever felt any affection for had done such a thing, and since then I had become even more vehemently opposed to marriage. If I was honest, it had made me hesitant to love a man at all, and it had certainly made me hesitant toward any kind of sexual interaction for quite some time. Though I would not admit it, it was one of the reasons I remained a maiden. How could I ever trust another that way?

“Lady (Y/N)…”

I wiped my lower palms against my cheeks and glared at the man before me with blurred vision. He was silent now, and something in his disposition had changed. His face had softened. There was a sort of questioning in his eyes, and I suddenly realized that he could see right through me. He did not know how it had happened, or how extreme it had been, but he could see in my eyes that something had happened to me. I felt deeply ashamed, and I had to look away from him. I couldn’t stomach his pitiful stare, because that was what it was. 

“I- I have not been raped, Lord Tywin… though not for a lack of trying. I’m certain you noticed the placement of my blade on the man who was attempting to kill me during the Battle of Blackwater. I would rather- I would rather he had killed me than gotten his wish, and men may not understand that feeling, but I guarantee that many women hold the same sentiment. And you… you have facilitated that pain…” I trailed off, unable to hold back even more tears. They did not want to stop, and I had to choke back a sob. There was a sudden consideration in the man before me, along with an air of guilt. I hoped he was considering my words, because the fear of rape and assault was so shattering that if a man could ever even understand its existence, that was plenty. It would never be enough, but it was plenty.

“You’ve not been raped, but you’ve…” Lord Tywin trailed off as the realization came to him, and it was just a whisper. He had not entirely meant it as a question, it was more like he was processing it. I found myself looking away once more, because I detested this feeling of utter vulnerability. It made me feel weak, it made me feel exposed. Those were two things I never wanted to feel, and especially in front of Tywin Lannister. Gods, why did it have to be in front of him? I found myself pinching the skin of my wrist so I would not break down entirely. 

“I apologize, Lady (Y/N)… I… I apologize,” he whispered, unable to take his eyes away from me. For once, a criticism had not made him angry, but had instead made him realize something. And I had been the one to point it out. I could only meet his eyes for a few seconds.

“I am… I am not the one who needs an apology, Lord Tywin. I just- please leave. Please leave before I- before I say or do something that I’ll regret deeply,” I choked out, looking down and shaking my head. There was utter silence in reply, and after a moment I saw his boots shuffle away.

I let out a sigh, finally permitting myself to rub my eyes and properly cry. I had gotten to a point where I did not think about the subject—or my own memory—very often, but it would always be just as painful. And that it had taken this long for Lord Tywin to even consider such a thing made me angry once again. He had the audacity to ask me why I hated him so much as if he had not caused tremendous pain throughout his life. Not only to women, but to all manners of people. And I knew war was war, I knew that all highborn would force the smallfolk to suffer at one point or another, but gods, he had truly never even cared.

It had needed to come from me to make him understand. How was that possible? It was almost laughable, the thought of Tywin Lannister learning decency and compassion from me. Well, that was a stretch. Men like him do not change, not entirely. I supposed all I could hope for was that he would perhaps take it into consideration the next time he wished to employ the Mountain. 

 At that moment, I was so caught up in my anger and frustration that I had forgotten about the large wound along my side, and therefore decided to stand up rather quickly. I had merely desired to go back to my room, and instead found myself falling straight into the grass.

The pain was so bad that I screamed, and it was almost as if the Baratheon soldier was slicing through me all over again. I desperately gripped my side, hoping to soothe the pain with pressure. When it did not help, I pulled away and observed my hand, finding a tremendous amount of blood there. The stitches had split, giving an explanation for the unbearable amounts of pain I was in. 

I suddenly heard quick footsteps coming toward me, and when I looked up I found Tywin Lannister standing there. I knew that he had already been nearby, but gods why couldn’t anybody else have been around? I scowled at him despite my pain.

“No. Leave me, Lord Tywin, I don’t- I don’t want to see you,” I cried out angrily, tears streaming down my face from the god awful pain. The look of concern on his face transitioned to one of subtle annoyance.

“Lady (Y/N), stop it. You need help, you’re bleeding again,” he lectured, kneeling beside me and extending his arms. The last thing I would do was accept his help, especially after the conversation we’d just had. I didn’t need to give him another excuse to think that he was ‘owed’ something.

“I-I’m quite fine, and I don’t need your assistance, Lord Tywin,” I seethed, teeth grinding against each other because I felt like my entire torso was on fire. More than anything, I just wanted him to go away and I wanted the pain to stop.

Lord Tywin sighed, lowering his arms to his sides and glaring for a moment. His annoyance only grew as he watched my blood begin to drip into the grass beneath me. 

“Go on then, get up and walk,” he suddenly challenged, annoyed by my stubborn behavior and knowing that I would most assuredly not be able to. And even though I knew he was right, my own pride prevented me from admitting that I could not. It was sort of ironic, really, that I constantly criticized him for his pride and yet had quite a lot. Not that I would ever admit to such a thing, of course. 

I tried to lift myself from the ground, but my attempts were fruitless. Instead, I only experienced an even more extreme pain and came straight back down into the grass.

“Fuck!” I gasped out, hot tears now streaming down my cheeks. I could not sob, for sobbing made it hurt even more. It was all just an elaborate cycle of pain, it seemed. 

“Ahuh, that’s what I thought. Come on, I’ll help you back to your room and call for the maester,” he said, moving closer and extending his arms once more. 

“I’ll get blood all over your jacket.”

“I’ll buy a new one. Now stop being so damn stubborn and let me help you.”

No longer able to deny my pain and my inability to help myself, I let out a little laugh and reached out for Lord Tywin. He wrapped his arms around me ever so carefully, and I found myself clinging to his neck for the second time in far too small of a timespan. 

He lifted both of us up slowly, helping me stand first and making sure I was alright. Well, as alright as I could be anyways.

“There you are, good girl. Can you walk?” He questioned, licking his lips apprehensively as he noticed the wound on my side without the stitches intact. I assumed it was quite a gruesome sight. I nodded in response to his question, however, and he took a deep breath as though preparing himself for however painful this walk might be. I supposed I was quite a burden when I was hurt or angry, and currently I was a bit of both.

We slowly moved forward together, and I suddenly discovered that I could in fact not walk. Tears continued to stream down my cheeks, and he sighed. There was a look of utter defeat on his face for just a few seconds.

“Oh hush now, come on.”

Lord Tywin reached down and placed one arm under my knees, lifting me into his arms completely. I had been surprised to feel him lifting me that way, but I kept my arms around his neck regardless. As he navigated out of the garden, I once again considered that he was in rather good shape for a man of his age. He was what, 66 now? It was very impressive. 

My eyes were still watering, and my breath was shaking, but I felt secure in Lord Tywin’s arms like this. He was not even struggling to hold me this way, and I supposed it helped that he was so much larger than I was overall. I felt my anger disappearing somehow, and I wondered how that was possible. 

“T-Thank you, Lord Tywin” I whispered, burying my face in his neck to avoid the embarrassment of people seeing me cry. There were not many around, but still, I did not want to risk it. I could feel his stubble pricking at my face, especially when he spoke.

“You’re welcome, Lady (Y/N).”

He made his way up the stairs to my chambers, and the first maid he saw faced his wrath. It had almost surprised me, because he’d been quite level headed the entire time.

“Go fetch a maester, now!” he scowled, causing the young girl to scurry off. Even despite my pain I felt rather bad for her.

“Don’t yell at the maids, Lord Tywin, they didn’t do anything.”

“You can lecture me about my lack of compassion, Lady (Y/N), but I’ll yell at whoever I please. You’re in pain and you’re bleeding. Urgency is crucial,” he scoffed, adjusting his grip on me ever so slightly. It was the first time he had needed to.

As we got to my room, the guard quickly opened my door and Lord Tywin rushed me inside. My tears were finally beginning to slow, but I did groan out as he set me down on the bed. The sheets and mattress could easily be changed if I bled through.

“Are you feeling alright? Lightheaded?” He asked, shifting his shoulders as he adjusted to not having my weight in his arms. He looked around, grabbing the handkerchief from off my nightstand and going to dip it in my water bowl. He quickly returned to my side and pressed it to my forehead.

“I’m alright for now. How much is it bleeding?” I questioned, not particularly wanting to look at it. The pain was enough without the visuals. 

“Not nearly as much as it was when you received it,” he answered calmly, giving me the impression that perhaps it wasn’t really as bad as it felt. I sighed and nodded, resting my head for just a moment. When I looked at him again though, I noticed that his jacket was absolutely covered in blood. I swallowed, realizing that his answer to my question had merely been a work around of having to tell me that I was bleeding quite a lot. But he was not lying either, because it had certainly bled quite a lot more during the battle.

“Thank you for helping me back, Lord Tywin,” I said, knowing that even if I hadn’t wanted to say it, he did deserve it. I certainly wouldn’t have made it back on my own. 

“I wasn’t going to let you sit there in pain, bleeding and unable to walk,” he noted, scoffing and sitting down beside me on the bed. He reached up and turned the wet cloth over, and even if it was utterly useless, it did at least help me focus on something other than the pain.

“Such a chivalrous gentleman,” I teased him, laughing softly. I couldn’t help it, Lord Tywin simply made it too easy. His eyes softened, which was probably the closest thing to a smile he usually allowed. Although I supposed he had actually smiled earlier in the garden. 

“My first compassionate act, hm?”

“It must be. Good job, Lord Tywin, you’re improving.”

He looked down so I wouldn’t see, but I could tell he was smiling ever so faintly. It faded after a moment though, and he looked grave when I met his eyes again. I suddenly knew what topic he was going to bring up again.

“As I left, I was considering what you’d said. You’re right, I’d never considered that… perspective of war before. I cannot revoke the things I’ve ordered in the past, Lady (Y/N), nor would I. Throughout my life, I have always done what is best for House Lannister, and I will continue to do so. However, I am fully capable of minimizing the damage that is done when I give orders. The next time that I do instruct Gregor Clegane, or anybody else, to do something for me I will explicitly note that they are not to rape. And those who decide to ignore my command will face consequences, rest assured,” he explained, very much testing my emotions as he did so. Lord Tywin came to his point, however, and I supposed it was satisfactory enough. Death was always inevitable, but rape did not have to be. If he was willing to make efforts, then perhaps I could feel content in knowing that my words had at least had some impact.

“And I’m glad that you’re going to do so, Lord Tywin. I’m glad that you’ve considered my sentiment. But I also feel that I must ask, what about the girl your son married?” I questioned, knowing that even though Elia Martell was dead, that girl might not be. And of course, gold would never fix what she was put through, but it was the very least that Lord Tywin could do.

“I’ll speak to Varys about finding her,” he replied, looking me in the eyes as he did so I would know he was being genuine. I only nodded then, taking a deep breath and looking over at my nightstand.

“Would you pour me a cup, my lord? I need something to soothe the pain until the maester comes,” I requested, still feeling myself shake despite the fact that I was merely lying in bed. Lord Tywin did not say anything, but wasted no time doing as I asked. He also helped me sit up a bit so I could drink, and I was extremely grateful. When I laid back down, he blinked at me a few times and then cleared his throat.

“And I would not presume to know what has happened to you personally, Lady (Y/N), nor do I expect to. But I want you to know that I will see to your safety in King’s Landing. If a man ever touches you, or even looks at you, tell me. I’ll have his hands cut off and his eyes ripped from his skull,” he said, to which I raised an eyebrow. If it hadn’t come from him, I would’ve appreciated the sentiment. And maybe I still would, but I had to be cautious. 

“If you are attempting to use that as some sort of bargaining tactic, Lord Tywin, I warn you-”

“No, of course not. I’m being genuine.”

I stared at the man in front of me, my eyebrows furrowed with a sort of distrust. Why did he care about my safety? What about my hatred and constant disrespect gave him any desire to expend energy looking after me? 

“Why do you care so much, Lord Tywin?” I questioned, wondering if perhaps it was for the same reason he’d saved my life during the battle. Perhaps helping me in the garden and telling me this right now were simply intended to pacify me. To make me forget my hatred and make me easier to work with. Well, that was certainly not going to be the case.

“I don’t know.”

Lord Tywin and I stared at each other for nearly a minute, neither knowing quite what to say. My lips parted, and I had to force myself to swallow. During that minute, I had practically forgotten all about my pain. All I could focus on was his blue eyes, and the look on his face. He’d never worn this expression before.

Just as I had opened my mouth to conjure up a reply, the maester rushed in. We both looked over at the man, and Lord Tywin stood up. He wouldn’t want to have been seen sitting beside me in bed, even if he hadn’t hated me. It was very important to keep up appearances in King’s Landing, so full of spiders and mockingbirds.

“Her stitches came undone, Maester,” he explained to the man, motioning for me to lift my arm. I did so very carefully, and Lord Tywin moved the bloodied fabric of my dress aside to show him..

“Easy to fix, but it will be painful. Would you like milk of the poppy, my lady?” The maester asked, to which I instantly nodded. Gods, milk of the poppy was all I had been wanting since I’d woken up this morning. 

“Would you like me to send for your grandmother?” Lord Tywin offered, letting go of the fabric and rather smoothly wiping his hand on his coat. I might not have even noticed him do it if I wasn’t paying so much attention.

“Yes please, my lord. Thank you.”

He nodded, looking at the maester and then back at me. He looked as though he was hesitating to say something, inhaling and narrowing his eyes for just a moment. He then opened his mouth.

“You’re certain she’ll be alright, Maester?”“Yes, my lord. All will be well,” he reassured Lord Tywin, setting out all his tools. I was instantly filled with dread, and I almost considered asking Lord Tywin to stay. It would be nice to have someone to curse at. But no, I knew that I would much rather prefer my grandmother to be here when I had to deal with the stiching. Lord Tywin nodded at the maester and then afforded me a final glance. His eyes were soft, but only for a moment. He left the room in the next few seconds, off to call for my grandmother. That was the last I saw of him before the ceremony.

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[cruelfeline]

I've been playing a whole lot of Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora, and it's been pretty great so far. I'm not super into the combat; it's not my thing, and I'm not very good at it. But the environment is incredible! And I'm a sucker for xenobiology, so just wandering around and marveling at all the different plants and animals is more than enough to allow me to enjoy myself.

I wandered onto YouTube to look at some videos, namely ones that discuss fun little secrets and tips that one may miss while playing.

And y'all, I had another one of those moments where I don't really "get" what people want put of their games.

So like, one of the mechanics in this game involves harvesting resources. Pretty standard thing in any sort of survival/crafting game, but AFOP makes it so much more interesting. Each harvestable has to be carefully tilted a certain way (with mouse or controller) to harvest it properly. Otherwise, the quality suffers, reflected in an item's stats. In addition, each one has a specific environmental factor that affects its quality. Certain plants are best harvested when it's raining. Others with its dry. Others at night. And so on.

One of the YouTube videos I watched had the guy going on and in about what a waste of time the harvesting mechanic was, and how there was an option to turn it off that should absolutely be taken.

Which. Like. I love having that option for accessibility! But waving off an immersive, unique mechanic as something annoying and time consuming? Specifically recommending turning it off so you can just run around and collect everything you see, with no effort, like all the other games?

I was so disappointed in that. Like... this game tries so hard to immerse you in its world, and part of that is taking care and harvesting mindfully, like a Na'vi would do. Learning and memorizing the particulars of every plant. Taking time and not just... I don't know. Running around grabbing shit and just rushing about to shoot more things.

I've seen people complain that the game is just "Far Cry with Blue People," and then they go ahead and recommend skipping gameplay to essentially make it more like Far Cry. Or any other generic FPS.

And I don't understand it. It's like... you see a thing that devs clearly put in there to make things more immersive, to give their game a certain feel, and you just shove it aside so that you can reduce the game down to its most basic, dull components. Why? What is even the point of making all of these games unique if you forcibly avoid what makes them such?

I mean... people should be able to play games as they like, of course. But it's weird to specifically identify a unique mechanic as some sort of flaw that needs to be bypassed.

I dunno. It just makes me feel kind of sad and put out. It makes me think of devs working hard to perfect a thing that they feel is going to help make their game unique and enjoyable, only for someone to shove it aside because it gets in the way of the most basic gameplay in existence.

Bleh.

[magewolf-the-artist]

Domestic K-9 Story Teaser

March 5th, 1975 

It was a day like any other in the shithole underground bunker known as the K-9 facility. Which was to say it was dull, dreary, painful, miserable, and just about any other negative adjective you could think of.

Today has, thus far, proven to be duller than dishwater for one Susan Woodings. In search of something to occupy her time, she found herself wandering into the animatronic storage room where they all slept and into the tool closet in the back. Which then led to where she was now, reorganizing the entire damn thing, top to bottom.

Now, it wasn’t like the closet had been perfectly neat and orderly when she found it; The technicians always left such a mess behind, which on one hand grated on her nerves and made her wonder what they’re teaching anymore, but on the other, it did provide her with something to do, so she couldn’t complain too much.

She had just started on yet another drawer full of out of place tools and discarded wrappers when she heard it.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

The sound of hard metal and plastic slamming into solid concrete reverberated off walls and echoed down the winding halls of the facility, right into Susan’s ears. Her (?) hand clenched tightly around the handful of wrenches she was holding, causing them to bend slightly. Her (?) lower left eyelid twitched as she tried to fight off the growing irritation.

She forced herself away from those thoughts and instead focused entirely on her work. Refocusing her attention back on her work, she began to group together all the wrenches, screwdrivers, and pliers into separate groups, organized by size. Once that was done, she carefully placed them back into the drawer, taking extra care that the handles were perfectly lined up.

She hadn’t been nearly this much of a neat freak in life, but now it served well enough as a distraction from-

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Susan didn’t realize how hard her (?) hand was clutching onto the dusty wood until she heard a sharp crack and felt it splinter in her grip. It didn’t hurt of course, it could barely even scratch the vivid purple plastic, but it brought her back to herself.

Thankfully the damage was on the front, not on the sides, so it’d still be able to fit back into the dresser.

‘Just ignore him.’ She told herself as she bent down and slid the drawer back in, ‘He’ll tire himself out eventually. It’s not worth the effort. Just ignore him.’

BANG!

‘Just ignore him…’

BANG!

‘Just ignore him…’

BANG!

‘Just-’

BANG-CRRK!

Susan clenched the animatronic’s jaw so hard that she was surprised it didn’t break. She let out a primal cry of anger and with all her might chucked the unwieldy bench vise she was holding at the far wall. Its sharp thud barely even registered to her, not over that godforsaken noise and the red quickly clouding her vision.

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, CHARLES!”

...

[writers-advocate]

calladita | m.o.

description: the function’s getting to you both. miguel decides to do something about it

cw: fingering

“shhh no quieres que te oigan, verdad amor?”

two long fingers are curling mercilessly into your g-spot and a squeal tries to make its way past his hand, clamped over your bitten lips. he revels in the sound, in the teary, practically cross eyed look on your face while his body keeps your thighs from clamping down on his wrist.

you’re not even sure of what you did to end up here. was it the pretty little dress you wore just for him? was it the way you were looking up at him while he spoke on topics you hardly cared for? of course that all has something to do with it. but honestly, he’d just seen how anxious you were, surrounded by so many people. and he was growing increasingly annoyed with each and every one of them.

so what better way to destress and empty your pretty little head at the same time than to make you cum right there on the bathroom counter?

the calloused pad of his thumb circles your clit and your back arches off the mirror, chest curved up as if you’re just offering your very being to him. he gladly accepts the unspoken invitation, taking the neckline of your dress between his teeth to drag it down enough for him to wrap his lips around your nipple and oh what a pretty gasp. a muffled whimper of his name sounds from behind his palm and he readjusts his hand to grip the bottom half of your face, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your flushed cheeks. “calladita,” he murmurs so sweetly, like he’s not making your brain melt. “unless you want to give them all a show…?”

the grin that spreads across his face when you give a panicked little shake of your head is almost evil. you can’t lie to him though, not with the way you clamped down and gushed around his fingers at the thought. but he’s not here to be mean. not now. “i know, baby. i know, it’s all for me to see. to hear.” his voice in your ear sends jolts down your spine and your sounds grow increasingly difficult to cover up, so he gives your collarbone a warning nip. “and i need your help keeping it that way, yeah? c’mon, hermosa. i know you wanna cum but you have to keep quiet for me.”

you’re trying so hard judging by your stuttered little gasps and near sobs behind his now wet palm and he readjusts his hand again to grip your jaw and shove two thick fingers past your lips. his cock twitches at the familiar image when you instinctively suck, and it effectively dulls your gorgeous little sounds until your mouth falls open again with your orgasm and he has to push further in, making your eyes roll back and your throat constrict with the effort to keep from gagging. “there you go, good girl. feels so good hmm?” his own voice is breathy and ragged with need as he strains against his zipper.

his fingers slip from your pretty pussy and you try to whine but he continues circling your clit to guide you back down, wet lashes fluttering against your cheeks. he kisses the tears from your skin and you twitch around nothing when he licks his lips of the salt, so focused on the sight that it catches you off guard when he slips his cum soaked fingers into your mouth. but you’re a good girl. your eyes meet his while obediently cleaning him up. “eres tan…” his strained whisper trails off while his hand leaves a trail of spit along your jaw and your breathless giggle is cut short by his lips pressing to yours.

a sharp knock on the door makes your grip on his curls tighten and he can hear your heart begin to race. his only response is to kiss you harder, deeper, hand pressed firmly to the back of your head. the would be intruder asks a question, probably wondering who could be oh so rude, but they receive no answer. he worked much too hard to help you relax to have some stranger ruin it.

well, if he gets to do it all over again, who is he to complain.

[grinabdbearit]

The nectar part 2

It happened on a Tuesday morning. Or maybe it was afternoon—time had become meaningless. I woke up drenched in sweat, my body sinking into the mattress beneath me like a stone in quicksand. My arms felt leaden, my legs useless. When I tried to sit up, my back screamed in protest, and I fell back against the pillows, panting.

I couldn’t move.

The realization should’ve sent me into a panic. Instead, I felt an odd, dreamy detachment. The Nectar was still working, humming in the back of my mind like a warm, soothing melody. The urge to despair was dulled, numbed by the ever-present haze of contentment.

The doorbell rang. I craned my neck, managing to tilt my head just enough to see the delivery app notification glowing on my phone: “Your Feast is Here!”

A nurse came by that afternoon. Not because I’d called, but because the government had started mandatory wellness checks for Nectar users. The addiction had reached epidemic proportions, and hospitals were overrun with patients too large to care for themselves. Rather than addressing the problem at its root, they had launched a new initiative: The Assisted Living Program for Enhanced Citizens.

The nurse’s name was Maria. She was short and stocky, with a kind face that betrayed no judgment as she walked into my apartment and assessed the situation.

“You’re in stage three,” she said, jotting notes onto a clipboard. “Bedbound but stable. You’ll qualify for a 24-hour caregiver.”

“Caregiver?” I asked, my voice raspy from disuse. Talking took effort now. Breathing took effort. “I don’t need… that.”

Maria gave me a patient smile. “Everyone says that at first. Don’t worry—it’s fully covered by the government. Someone will help with meals, hygiene, medication. You’ll be taken care of.”

By evening, I had my first visit from my new carer, Liam. He was young, maybe early 20s, and surprisingly cheerful for someone tasked with managing my growing mass. He unpacked a series of tubes, wipes, and feeding trays like he’d done it a hundred times before. He moved with practiced efficiency, setting up equipment near my bed, explaining as he went.

“The program’s designed to keep you comfortable,” he said, his tone upbeat. “Your food deliveries will go through me from now on, so we can manage portion sizes. And I’ll help with movement exercises to prevent clots.”

Movement exercises. The words were laughable. I hadn’t walked in weeks. My legs had become useless stumps buried beneath layers of flesh, and I could barely wiggle my toes.

But I didn’t argue. Liam was kind, and there was something deeply comforting about surrendering to his care. I let him hook me up to a feeding tube, wiping the corners of my mouth when I drooled. When he brought me my evening dose of Nectar, I swallowed it without hesitation.

Days blurred into weeks. I should’ve been horrified by how quickly I adapted to my new life, but the Nectar made it impossible to feel anything but fleeting moments of regret, quickly drowned out by bliss. Liam became my lifeline. He cleaned me, turned me to prevent sores, and adjusted my bed to keep me comfortable.

He also managed my cravings. At first, he tried to ration my food, sticking to government guidelines. But I begged him, tears streaming down my face, until he caved. Before long, the delivery drivers were back, stacking boxes of greasy takeout on my bedside table. Liam didn’t complain—he just made sure the packaging was thrown out before Maria’s weekly inspections.

“You’re not the worst case I’ve seen,” Liam admitted one day, wiping sweat from my brow. “Some people… they don’t make it past stage four.”

“Stage four?” I asked, though part of me already knew.

“Total organ failure,” he said softly. “Heart, lungs, liver. The body can only handle so much.”

The world outside wasn’t faring much better. News reports spoke of food shortages, farms struggling to keep up with demand, and medical facilities overwhelmed by the growing number of Nectar users. Entire industries had shifted to accommodate the new norm. Furniture companies were manufacturing reinforced beds and chairs. Airlines were retrofitting planes with larger seats. Hospitals were building new wings specifically for bariatric care.

And yet, no one seemed to be stopping the source. Nectar was still on the shelves, still marketed as the perfect alternative to alcohol and cigarettes. The pharmaceutical companies insisted it was safe, even as evidence mounted to the contrary.

One night, as Liam wiped crumbs from my chest, I asked him a question I hadn’t dared to voice before.

“Do you think I can stop?”

He hesitated, his hand pausing mid-wipe. “Do you want to?”

I opened my mouth to say yes, but the words wouldn’t come. The truth was, I didn’t know. The thought of quitting filled me with a cold, hollow dread. What would I be without Nectar? Would I still be me?

“Let’s not worry about that tonight,” Liam said gently, tucking the blanket under my chin. “You’re doing fine.”

Fine. I wasn’t fine. I was trapped in my own body, tethered to a bed, a prisoner of my own desires. And yet, as the Nectar coursed through me, the panic faded, replaced by that same comforting haze. Fine. Yes, I was fine.

For now.

[separatist-apologist]

we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in For Elucien plss

I know I said I'd answer prompts tomorrow, but this one spoke to me.

--

Just one drink. Famous last words, Lucien reflected from the archway of his bedroom door. Elain was sprawled across Lucien’s bed in the pale-yellow dress she’d worn earlier. Vassa was trying to make Elain feel at home now that she lived with them, a tall order considering this fortress belonged to her once fiancé. It had been Jurian, though, who’d convinced Elain to have a drink with a cajoling, just one drink.

Lucien had quite enjoyed watching Elain and Vassa play a loud game on the lawn that humans enjoyed, tossing little bags of beans into a board with carved out holes. Elain had laughed and jumped and clapped her hands, even hugging Vassa in delight when she made a particularly advantageous throw.

She’d been a surprise, showing up on the front door, bags in hand with Cassian beside her. Elain lives here now, Cassian had announced, as if it were just that simple. Elain had stood there utterly silent, face pale and eyes dull. Three months had passed and Lucien while didn’t know what had prompted the Night Court to exile her, he did know he had no intention of sending her back.

“Elain,” he called. She didn’t move. Lucien stepped into the room, ignoring his pounding heart at the sight of her laying atop the umber colored blanket he routinely slept beneath. He sat beside her head, poking her in the ribs. “Elain.”

“Go away,” she whispered, swatting at him.

“This is my bed,” Lucien reminded her. Elain peeked open an eye.

“Not tonight,” she informed him with a boldness that inflamed his blood.

“You sure about that?” Lucien taunted, kicking his boots off theatrically. Elain’s eyes narrowed.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered, unaware of what Lucien would dare in an effort to be closer to her. Lucien rolled her over, ignoring the squeak that escaped her lips.

“Scoot over,” he grumbled when she applied resistance.

“You’re going to knock me to the floor!” she complained, swatting at him again. They engaged in that battle of wills for a moment before Lucien reminded himself he was much stronger than her. He half lifted her to the opposite half of the bed, flung his part of the blanket back, and crawled beneath before she could gain back her lost ground.

“You’re rude,” she whispered, back facing him. Lucien yanked his shirt over his head, skin burning with heat.

“And you’re spoiled,” he replied, pleased when she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes darted from his face to his bare chest, eyes widening.

“Put your shirt back on,” she whispered.

“Absolutely not,” he replied, obsessed with the soft, musky scent that was radiating from her part of the bed.

“I’m a lady.”

“The hell you are,” he retorted, settling against the pillows, hands behind his head. “What kind of lady crawls into a strange males bed?”

Elain rolled onto her back, head turned to look at him. “I don’t like my room,” she admitted. “I think its haunted.”

Well that was news to Lucien, he thought with fascination. “Oh?”

“I hear moaning—”

He cut her off with his laugher. “That’s just Jurian next door. He’s always touching himself.”

She fidgeted. “It was Graysen’s room,” she finally admitted. “I found some of his things.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucien replied, some of his amusement fading.

“This is my punishment. I figured…” she figured he’d done it purposefully to hurt her.

“Punishment for what?” he demanded, rolling to his side and scooting closer. “Why did they send you here?”

Elain turned to her side, too, head propped up on her forearm. Their faces were close enough he could smell the faint scent of wine on her breath. Darkness blanketed them and though he saw well enough, he wished he had a light so he could really study her.

“I’m supposed to be watching you,” she admitted. Lucien bristled at that.

“You’re spying on me?” he asked, surprised by how the thought of her betrayal stung so badly.

She snorted. “No. Every letter I’ve sent back is the same. I tell them you don’t leave, that you spend your time reading and drinking.”

“All true,” he replied, his anger abating. “Why wouldn’t you tell them the truth?” The truth, of course, that Lucien had been teaching her Prythian politics when she allowed it. He’d divulged his own knowledge to her, things he didn’t want anyone but her to know. Things that would give Night Court an advantage if they knew his allies, his contacts, his enemies.

“You’ve always been nice,” Elain murmured, biting her bottom lip as she considered her next words. “And I told them I didn’t want to do this, and they ignored me anyway. Everyone ignores me and if they don’t, I’m just…decoration, if that. And you never made me feel like that.”

“You’re my mate,” he replied, hating how she winced when he said the word. “I could no sooner ignore my own beating heart.”

The alcohol was making more than just her bold. He hadn’t meant to say that. Elain didn’t move, even when he dragged his hand from behind his head to brush hair from her face. “You can spy on me if you need to.”

“Maybe I want to tell you all their secrets,” Elain whispered, inching closer. Lucien smiled.

“I already know them, Elain. You don’t need to compromise your loyalty.”

She exhaled gently. “Then what use am I to you?”

“You’re a fun drinking partner,” he replied with an unrepentant grin. “You aren’t required to serve a purpose, though. You can do whatever you like.”

“What if I want to sleep in your bed every night?” she asked, coming a hair closer. Lucien’s breath hitched in his throat. Hoping she didn’t know how badly his body ached from her words, he replied, “You can sleep wherever you like.”

“And if I wanted to kiss you?”

“You’ve had a lot to drink,” he said nervously, swallowing thickly.

“No more than you,” she told him and this time it was her who brushed hair from his face. “Are you too drunk to kiss me?”

He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as she came closer and closer. She pressed soft, smooth lips and against his own while Lucien fought every instinct that urged him to drag her against him and do much, much more than kissing. Still, he kissed her back, letting his lips slide between her own.

He was over before it began, utterly chaste and life ruining in its intensity. He’d long fantasized what it would be like to kiss her and nothing he’d ever dreamt up compared to the real thing. Elain smiled sweetly, curling herself around his body with a loud yawn.

“I’d like to do that again.”

“If you remember in the morning.”

She didn’t protest when his arms wrapped around her. “As if I could forget kissing you.”

[raggaraddy]

Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh. 

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n.  I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

[ghoultramp]

dream, interrupted [bakugou x reader]

▷       bnha

↳ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

↳ content: masturbation, somnophilia, thigh fucking, praise, cockwarming

↳ words: 2k

⇢ summary: katsuki is frustrated that he can’t sleep, and also just a bit horny.

also available on ao3

⇢ note: i would say this is tamer, softer even, than my last few pieces, considering the content. there are a few mentions of alcohol being consumed the previous evening (which has been tagged), but this was written with two consenting adults in a secure relationship in mind.

i do hope you enjoy this bakugou fic that almost caused me to have an existential crisis - aha~

The dull drone of the traffic beyond the apartment windows were beginning to grind away at his sanity. How long had he been awake for this time? With a grunt, he rolled over to check his phone, once again, for the time. 

“Fucking damn it,” Katsuki cursed under his breath.

His angular features twisted as he scowled, how had it only been 10 minutes? It didn't seem possible. 

He returned the phone to its resting place, under his pillow, before begrudgingly turning onto his back. He brought his hands to his face and dragged thick fingers through his disheveled blond hair. He let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his palms hard against his eyes, pulling them down his cheeks to rest idly on his chest.

Katsuki’s ruby eyes wandered over to the lump next to him, watching the cover rise and fall softly with your breathing. The recent longer, more arduous workdays were uncharacteristically weighing him down; the lack of sleep was making him grumpier, easier to anger - both of which becoming a boiling pot - and the sheer workload was now more than a little overwhelming. 

His eyelids felt heavy recalling memories of the previous evening; Katsuki had come home in a revolting mood, worse than usual, and instead of using his words like a big boy, he took out his frustrations on you and your body after unwinding with a few drinks. But then again...

You never complained.

It was no secret that you loved how he could become so unrestrained during those 'bad day at work' sessions, passionate and explosive. 

Trying to simulate your light touch, he traced the outlines of his well-defined abdominal muscles. He shuddered when his fingers brushed along the sensitive skin of his tight obliques, visualizing your delicate fingers repeating these same motions from last night. He let his eyelids finally fall as he recalled you positioned over him, your drunk needy eyes taking in his statuesque body as he scratched at your back hungrily.

Settling himself in further, Katsuki shifted his hips and shoulders. He reached an eager hand down to his hardening cock, cautiously fondling it as his eyes peered over to assess your level of consciousness.

"Hnnn--" Katsuki failed to hold back his groan, his abdominal muscles twisting and tightening as you let out a gratifying sound in your sleep.

His cock convulsed and the feedback spurred him to grip tighter. He could feel it throbbing beneath his grip, he stroked his cock harder upon hearing the gift of another delicious noise from you.

“You sure seem like you’re having a nice dream,” Katsuki murmured, opening one eye as he turned his head to look at the back of yours. 

He bit his lip, imagining that he was reaching his free hand out to stroke your hair, gently at first, before he would then spread his fingers to take a hold of you tightly. A low growl escaped his throat, he was frustrated.

Katsuki grunted as he turned onto his side, shifting closer to you. He was careful to position his dick-holding hand so as not to hamper its performance. He halted immediately when you shuffled ever so slightly, a strangled moan caught in his throat as the leaking head of his tender, hard cock made contact with the bare skin of your ass.

His breathing was now shallow and irregular as he extended his unoccupied hand, he could feel himself quiver as he brought it to rest cautiously high on your thigh. He let his thumb press gently against your hip. 

The sweet song of a soft whimpering encouraged him.

“Such a cute thing,” he whispered as he traced faint circles against your ass with his precum tipped cock. “Those good dreams better be about me, princess.” 

His grip around his cock tightened when you groaned, shifting your leg in your sleep. Katsuki inhaled sharply, biting his lip hard. It took tremendous effort to quell the moans he so desperately wanted to release, as he felt the warmth of your pussy envelop him.

Katsuki felt the aching pull in his hips as he rubbed himself unashamedly against your rear. He continued caressing your hip while he fought hard against the urge to dig his in his nails and mercilessly fuck you right there and then.

“Fuuuck,” he hissed, caught in the thought as he leaned his head back.

Breathlessly, he finally brought himself to meet your enticing entrance. It took all his strength not to cum right there when he brushed against you, your tight cunt already dripping wet. He followed your slick juices to your thighs.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he breathed, rubbing the head of his cock against your inner thighs.

He imagined that your thighs - the way they were tightly shut, the way your juices had trickled down - were a completely different part of your anatomy. Katsuki almost yowled, caught deep in his reverie, when you quivered in response to his touch. He’d not expected that another one of your movements would cause him to penetrate the tight gap between your thighs. 

Straining his neck, he observed with bated breath as you shifted yet again, this time it was your arms. He exhaled, relieved when he saw they had only moved closer to your head. He found the way you nuzzled your lightly blushed cheeks into the pillow quite precious. 

Katsuki’s breath shuddered as he let go of his cock, his need was agonizing. He had to do something. He was allowed to, surely? 

He found himself slowly rolling against you as he fucked the space between your legs. As he moved his hand from your hip to your thigh, he felt the overwhelming need to knead his fingers against you; the succulently soft, long moan escaping your lips caused his eyes to roll back, his eyelids flutter, and his hips quiver.

Katsuki shook his head, trying to collect himself. There was no way he could allow himself to cum yet, not before he'd claimed your sweet, ripe cunt in your unconscious state.

"Focus," he scolded himself with a grumble.

Now taking the base of his tender, pulsating cock between his thumb and forefingers, Katsuki maneuvered himself until he was poised within reach of your sweet hole. He was feeling more inebriated from your warmth and scent alone than from any of the drinks you’d both shared last night.

He gently pressed on, feeling your cunt quiver; with the mess that had already been made between the pair of you, it didn’t take much for the head of Katsuki’s cock to intrude your tight walls. He let out a low groan when he heard the sopping wet sound your pussy made upon contact.

Katsuki gently rocked on his hips, he couldn’t refrain from panting as the friction against sensitive nerves vibrated throughout his body. How much longer would he be able to edge himself like this?

He didn’t care to halt when you made a sound this time, he was far too lost in these short, shallow, pleasurable thrusts. That was until he heard a whimper, louder than any of the sounds you'd made before; he stopped with his full head nestled in your cunt, wincing sharply when you tightened around it, the warning before hearing your dozy, broken voice.

“Kacchan?” The word strained against your dry throat, your eyelids too heavy to open.

“Shh, shh,” Katsuki reassured you, his voice cracking.

You weren't even vaguely aware that his hand had been on your thigh until he moved it, your body was still comfortably numb from the alcohol in your system. You felt your abdomen flutter as he delicately trailed his fingers over your silhouette, resting when he lay it on your head. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he purred.

You mumbled incoherently, discombobulated as you tried to make sense of what was going on; you found yourself drifting away softly with the way he stroked your hair, the warmth of his body so close to yours. You thought you heard his voice waver as he hummed.

Katsuki was shaking now, your lack of awareness was even more tantalizing, you were so innocent. He growled low in his throat, taking your hair in his fist just as he’d imagined. He felt you spasm as well as heard the shuddering moan that broke free beyond your lips.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, his voice gruff and heady with arousal, “I promise.”

Katsuki kept his word; he gently lifted his pelvis, you both moaned in blissful unison as he took his time plugging you up completely. You felt his teeth make contact with your shoulder, trying his best to only gently nibble as your walls clamped down him around him. 

“S-stop doing that,” he breathed against your shoulder.

You tried so hard to stifle your chuckle, he only growled when your insides mirrored pulses that corresponded to your laugh. Katsuki tugged on your hair playfully, he was pleased with the way you whimpered and backed up into him in response.

You relaxed your back into his strong chest, groaning as you moved just enough for him to reach under and around you. His hand gently fondled at your breast and he released his grip on your hair as you rolled your neck, resting your head against him, gasping.

Both of your hips swayed in unison, even just these gentle movements were sending delicious quakes throughout your entire body. Katsuki’s unoccupied hand reached around your thigh, you could feel him tremble as he placed his palm on your abdomen. 

“I’ll never get enough of feeling this,” he whispered, you shuddered from his warm breath, lips caressing your earlobe. “Feeling me inside you right--” he pushed down with a palm ever so gently, the back of your head pushed further into him as you moaned without restraint, “--here.”

“Please, make me cum, Kaachan, fill me up,” you begged, whining as you ground against him, “please, Kaachan.”

“Well,” he began, his breathing heavy as turned his palm 90 degrees to point downward, “since you asked so nicely…”

Katsuki’s hand travelled down and you almost yelped when he took your engorged clit between his forefingers. He gently rolled your agonizingly sensitive nub between the first and second knuckles of his fingers, massaging gently as his thrusts picked up pace; just that bit harder and deeper.

Pitiful whines escaped your lips as he hit each one of your nerves, expertly navigating your body as you moved your hips in unison. Your chest heaved with your erratic breathing, lost in the waves of pleasure that seemed to vibrate to the very tip of your limbs. 

Strangled cries escaped your slightly parted, dry lips, your body convulsing as Katsuki pulled out to the tip before one last thrust, bottoming out inside of you.

“There’s a good girl,” he declared as you writhed beneath him.

You felt him nuzzle the side of your face while you grabbed tightly at the sheet and pillow beneath you. Your cries were shaky and broken between luscious moans as you felt the gushing release of your climax, Katsuki’s fingers still gently massaged at your overstimulated clit. 

He let out a long groan as his hips spasmed and you felt him collide with your cervix, Katsuki’s arm shot up to wrap around you as you let out a sob, overwhelmed by the sheer pressure of his cum filling you up. He held you while you both quivered with the rippling aftershocks of your orgasms.

Katsuki pulled you closer to him, his cock still nestled in your cunt, plugging you up nicely. He wriggled and made an oddly happy-sounding noise.

“I love you, y’know that, right?” Katsuki’s voice was hoarse and exhausted. He nuzzled you and you gave a sweet, equally tired sounding giggle; his cocked tensed just a little at that.

“I love you too, dumbass,” you told him, smiling softly.

You reached for the edge of the quilt and tugged it closely to your face before drifting off to the sound of Katsuki’s breathing and the dull drone of the traffic beyond the apartment windows.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Dark Inside

Pairing | Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary | she’s locked away, by the orders of the government. And you are the guard that is chosen with the responsibility of taking her to shower. Surely nothing unprofessional could unfold...

Warnings | nudity, smut, its a little dark I guess idk, shower sex, brief mention of infection, oral sex (fem receiving obvs), fingering, swearing

Requested ✖️

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“Maximoff, get up.” You barked at the convicted avenger, whom kept her head down, staring at the cement floor of her cell. You rapped your hand against the door of her cell, as her head tilted towards you. It was her fault she was here, not yours, there was no reason for you to pity the strange woman, for her actions had come with consequences, and she knew of them before she decided to stand against the governement. “Now, I won’t ask again.”

It was a warning, and she fully understood that, no matter if her ability to read minds was restrained. That collar, metal and encrusted with a luminous red light, prohibited her from bewitching any one or any thing. Her arms were also bound together, limiting the possibility of her escape. She was the perfect prisoner, pretty and withheld, unable to exhume damage across the world, as she previously had done.

Wanda slowly came to stand, her eyes filled with emptiness as she slowly strode to the door, which you came around to. Hastily, you pulled it ajar, watching as her teammates converted their protective eyes towards you, wary for their friend. You hardly paid them mind as you escorted Maximoff through the walls of their holding, and through the corridors.

She plodded, like a barren mare, eyes sullen and downcast as you escorted her past the empty halls, and towards the shower room, where you lightly shoved her forward, lightly smirking as she did not struggle against the pressure you enjoyed roughing her up with. Out of all the government official inmates, she was by far your favourite. Her mouth remained shut, no sounds left her defined cheeks, all emotion was tucked away, in that blue suit that constricted her.

“Alright Maximoff, let’s get you out of this tight number.” You smirked at your own words, your hands pulling at the blue gear that kept her arms folded. As you stripped her, you could not help but let your hands scrape her pale sides, running down her waist as you pushed the navy suit down, keeping the collar on of course, as you reached behind her, watching as her breasts lightly bounced from the action.

Next to be removed were her panties, her feet shuffled as you dragged the material down, feeling as your eyes bore into her pussy lips, though you didn’t keep your gaze up for long. Instead of staring at her pretty cunt, you stood and tapped her ass. “Forwards girl.” She obliged with the action, moving slowly under the shower head, wrapping her arms around herself as you reached around her, your covered breasts pressing against her back as you turned the spray of water on.

As you moved away, you noticed how she tried to keep her modesty, not changing her stance of having her back turned to you. Her hands slowly raked through her dark hair, stroking the grease out of the strands as you watched, as was your job to do. Her back was thin, yet strong. She had held onto so much throughout her life, supporting her team, and that amounted to nothing more than declaring her a sentence.

People saw Wanda as a danger to society, here she was safe from causing more pain upon the world, restrained from reigning damage upon the earth. It had been ten minutes of her pathetically grazing her body with her shy fingertips, her attempts to cleanse herself were poor. “We don’t have all day inmate, if you want to actually be ridden of all that sweat and dirt that you’ve collected whilst being contained in that bag that clothes you, I suggest you get to scrubbing. Quickly.”

From you words, Wanda gulped, though nevertheless began to massage her knuckles on the midst of her chest, down to her stomach, and... she felt almost sick as she was about to wash the most private part of herself in front of someone. But she had no choice if she didn’t want to guarantee herself the severe cost of an infection down under.

Taking in a calming breath, that did little to actually calm herself, Wanda cupped her mound, lightly rubbing, her body jolting at how sensitive she was. A shuffling alerted her ears from behind, and she watched you kick her restraint suit lightly, her head prompting its gaze over her shoulder.

“Time is up, get dried and dressed.” The words sounded like a curse free falling from the curve of your lips. She didn’t want to be returned into that box, until the next time she required to use the lavatory, or her every other day shower. It was more constructing than the clothing that she was forced into, the four walls caging her in like a wild animal on show for children to see.

“Can’t I just have a couple more minutes?” Her voice was rough, sounding like seething sandpaper, for she had not used it in weeks. She usually spoke to no one, and thus it was a surprise when she finally did, more so when it was you.

“I have a tight schedule.” Your teeth gritted as you tutted deliberately at her enquiry. “But if you want my help to allow you bask in there a little longer, it’s gonna cost you, baby girl.” The sound and context of your voice made the young woman shudder, aware that your silent suggestion was an invitation for something deeper, and not one for the light hearted to take up on.

But she never considered herself weak at the knees from emotions, not anymore. There had been too much pain, and too many losses to think of herself as such. She could get through this, coil into your offered whim, or she could keep her dignity in tact, though it wouldn’t be complete for she would still remain tangled with her own dead skin clinging onto her for dear life.

“What do you want?” Her accent, which had somewhat faded a smudge, rang through your ears, making you curiously squint at her. But you said nothing, instead, pulling your shirt over your head, cocking your neck at the woman as her eyes went wide, seeing you be so forwards with your intent.

“I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate Maximoff.” You spoke as you kicked your boots off, toying with your belt, as your eyes denied to leave her bare skin. “Why don’t you turn around, so that I can see that lovely little bush I expect you’re growing.” She wasn’t sure if your words brought her somewhat comfort, or had her skin crawling, there was now a thin line between the two.

Nevertheless, the woman turned, blessing your eyes with her full silhouette. She was admittedly beautiful, especially out of her restraints, except of course, that heavy metal collar that forbade her from using her scarlet witchery. “Come closer, I’m not the one here that supposedly bites the hand that feeds.”

As her body spiralled around, to give you a clear and overall view of her body, you couldn’t admit to yourself that you were impressed. You had been right, there were hairs beginning to peak out of her skin, and her breasts, well they were like balanced bowls of water, awaiting for someone to drink from them.

At your words, Wanda gulped, though she did not stop moving, she instead, paced her feet forwards, not withholding her motions as came to stand before you, nervously licking her lips as she watched you toy with the waistband of your bottoms. It was uncertain if you were teasing her or yourself, though she figured that she best not complain, you were the one in charge here, and one step out of line could leave all her efforts for nothing.

Eventually, after moments of nerve wrecking and pent up expense, you dragged the cargos down your legs, showing her the blankness of your grey underwear. Grey was an understated colour, she saw it all around; from the falling of her country, to the walls that the government had encased her within. But this particular shade, encompassed quite literally against your skin, making her no longer envision it as a dull exterior, but instead an exciting barrier that concealed all the goods beneath its plain material.

Without instruction, Wanda dismissed herself unto her own knees, collapsing her weight down upon the back of her thighs as she tucked her hands around the back of your shins, her green eyes boring up at you, as she pressed an experimental kiss upon your thigh. “Go on Maximoff, earn yourself that extra shower time.” You kicked your panties off, leaving your bottom half bare to the enhanced woman, rolling your shoulders back as you took a steady breath through your nose.

Your fingers cascaded through her long locks, gently tugging her closer, forcing her to breathe in your scent, before her tongue darted out, licking a fine line along the outside of your lips. A frown settled upon your face at her obvious lack of knowledge when it came to pleasing a woman, though you allowed her to continue to explore herself, holding your lip between your teeth as you hungrily stared down at her.

“Good girl.” You coaxed her as she allowed her eyes to lightly flutter, her fingers, small and agile, reached up to part your pussy open, allowing her more access to what was behind its curtains. “Focus on the clit Maximoff, uses your fingers too.” Instead of your instructions leaving you as orderly, as you had planned them to pass in your head, they heaved from your chest in a breathy whisper.

Wanda complied with your verbal assistance, circling her warm and wet tongue around your special bud, rotating it around in her mouth as she pulled the pink ball of flesh into the confines of her mouth, striking it with rolls of her spinning saliva. Her hand trailed down from your lips, rubbing the pads against your slit, as you leant your head back, her nailed digits moving towards your entrance.

Her fingers fumbled, as one tried to surpass the entrance of your pussy, but slipped, only for her to try once more, succeeding to have your cunt swallow her digit into its lubricated depths, suctioning it within the confines of your walls. “Fuck, you’re not terrible at that inmate.” It wasn’t supposed to come across as a compliment, rather it was a noted observation to yourself. Though Wanda still muffled a moan against your mound, pumping her finger in and out of your walls.

Her administrations sped up, causing you to clench around her ravaging fingers, that albeit messy and irregular with their movements, were bringing you closer to fulfilling your satisfaction. It was wrong, to get off using the aid of an inmate, but she was far too compelling to just leave to her own innocent devices, alone in that little cell of hers. “Fuck.” You came over her face and fingers, rutting your hips as she lapped up your sweet nectar.

Once you had rode your orgasm out, you shoved her head away, falling down onto the tiles, and laying her down, spreading her legs wide as you by palmed at her perfect breasts. “Such a gorgeous little cunt. I knew that you’d get off on this, there’s a tantalising darkness to you, and that is what pulled me in.”

Your palms caressed her thighs, stroking soothingly down the parting of her legs and her centre piece, throwing your face between her revealed boudoir, trailing your tongue in quick motions up and down the expanse of her cunt, your fingers running languidly upon her swollen clit.

The fuzz from her growing hairs rubbed against the bottom of your face, but you cared not about the natural order of her body; in fact, it was kind of sexy. Your tongue entered her, slipping through her folds as you tasted everything that she had to offer you, tracing the shapes of figure eights within her flushed walls, your cheeks pressing against the insides of her cheeks.

“Oh my gosh.” Another few words that fell from her open mouth, her hands grasping the solid slate of the floor, as her hips lightly bucked up into your mouth, strings of moans dribbling off her tongue. “I- I-“ you soothed her thigh, confirming that it was okay, and all she had to was release all the tension building up within her.

And with that, she spilled, her swarm of essence falling onto your tongue, as your tongue eased out of her cunt, raking up the length of her pussy, cleaning up the mess that you had made of her.

“Looks like you’re gonna need another shower Maximoff.” You smirked, as you pulled your mouth away from her dripping cunt, her juices painting your rabid smirk in the most beautiful resolution. “I’ll let you have that extra time now.”

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request(s); IZURU SMUT WITH AFAB READER - IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT THE CONTENT INCLUDED IN IT IS,I JUST, NO ONE REALLY WRITES FOR THE SCARY M A N 😢😢😢

paring(s); Izuru x AFAB!reader

warning(s); cussing, woAHH reader is a prostitute hired by enoshima, reader is AFAB, oral sex (m receiving), humiliation kink whoop, degradation kink double whoop, ah yes dirty talk, degrading names, spit-play,  prositution, multiple orgasms, wall sex, slow and steady wins the race, dumbification, begging, dacryphillia, sadism, kind of like fuck or die???? but not really??????? AND DEAR LORD I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING WITH THIS GOD oii

note; i actually had a dream similar to this— also i lowkey got attached to these characters and now im seriously considering making a series of this???? DHSBJDDBF IDK IT REMINDS ME OF, LIKE AAAA IDK

wc; 4.1k+

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Everything was terribly boring. 

It was funny; that had been the only thought Izuru seemed to have in his brain, even as you were on your knees sucking him off like he was your last meal. Glaring down at you, he stifled a disappointed sigh. In all honesty, you weren’t bad; but he knows he could do much better, perhaps even find much better. It was almost a guarantee that he’d get someone else to do the job for him much better. 

Sitting on the throne of a comfortable chair, he had barely broken a sweat, nor had he even moaned a single time. Of course, that would frustrate you; you were squeezing whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth, ‘faking’ moans—or at least that’s what you told yourself you were doing—to send vibrations down his spine, and swallowing all the filthy pre-cum of his cock had released. And the man didn’t even have the gall to at least pretend to like it. 

It irritated you.

Why had he even accepted Enoshima’s offer for you if he hadn’t even been enjoying it? You hadn’t even touched yourself yet, and you were the one completely soaking in your panties—whilst you swore you heard him sigh, and not one of pleasure. Every part of it was humiliating for you.

“This is boring, get off.” You perked your head up, popping your lips off the unsatisfied pink tip, and to your humiliation, you looked up at him with sad, puppy dog eyes; ones that you hadn’t even purposely put on. You felt your heart drop all the way down to your stomach, “Boring…?” Well, that did it. 

Desperation turned into anger, and before you knew it, you had been crawling on this man’s lap, thighs straddling him, and hands digging into his shoulder as you looked down at him with feigned dominance. You gritted your teeth, he hadn’t a single reaction, just a look of genuine curiosity, and the same look of bored annoyance. He didn’t seem to like being suddenly touched, not like you even cared. Boring, huh? You’d prove to this self-entitled fuck, you weren’t as boring as he thought you to be. 

“... What do you think you’re doing?” With his question of genuine intent to know, his dull tone of voice seemed to have affected your interpretation of what he truly meant to say. Despite the condescending and almost offended tone, he truly wanted to know. Someone like you, crawling into his lap as if you hadn’t been face-to-face with possibly the world’s most dangerous human being; brought a small spark of interest in his chest.

Maybe you had some potential, he would think. “Are you trying to prove yourself to me?” With his eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation, you leaned back as you felt him lean in. With his nose inches away from yours, you shrunk just a slight but kept your act as strong as you could hold it for.

You gulped, gaze and grip faltering underneath his piercing gaze. Suddenly you felt small again. Your previous surge of dominance seemed to crumble and collapse as he brought his hands up to grope at your hips, reminding you who was really in charge here. He narrowed his eyes as he felt your hesitance and yielding, his large hands that had cupped your ass had practically been supporting all your weight as you backed down in the body and in mind. Damn it. He wondered where your confidence went, it was only just getting fun— but perhaps, all good things come to an end.

Well. He wasn’t going to let you give up that easily.

Suddenly, he let go, causing your ass that had once been held up by his hands, to fall back and knock onto his knees harshly; and you swore you could see a ghost of an expectant smirk on his face. Surprising you further, Izuru uttered 4 words that only seemed to confuse you, yet excite you all the same.

“Go on then. Try.” Your breath hitched, averted eyes now confused and focused them back onto the long-haired male. “W- what?” Izuru’s eyes narrowed at you, and the impatient look he had sent to you almost felt like a reward as you felt yourself growing more sodden. “Try and prove that you aren’t just another hole. That’s why you’re still here, no?” He spoke, and you swore you could hear his voice lower in tone.

He rested his hands on the armrests of his chair, leaning back ever so slightly as he got comfortable; as if he was about to watch a performance made just for him—which hadn’t been far from the truth.

But to your surprise and not his, you obeyed. 

If this was your chance to prove yourself to him— the ultimate hope that everyone seemed to be intimidated by—you’d take it. Of course, you would. 

Despite the growing anxiety in your heart that you’d mess up, you pushed it down and put one brave façade; he would sense your fear if you displayed it too much. 

Your efforts turned futile anyway; you should’ve known he’d sense your hesitance. 

Acknowledging your hesitance you thought hadn’t been too obvious about, Izuru brought it up. “What’s stopping you? Your fear?” Izuru hummed, leaning down to peck at your chest, “Well, that’s understandable; you should be scared.” Followed by the light sound of his lips against your heated shoulder. 

“... Though I assume that’s not what you’re afraid of at this moment.” Assume? More like knew. You were so predictable to him, a flick of your finger could tell him exactly what you’re thinking. With a tender gaze you were surely seeing wrong, he stared up at you expectantly as he waited for your answer. 

“Well?” You gritted your teeth at his sudden gentleness, taking more offence to it than you should have. You didn’t like being treated with kid gloves, not by him at least; for all you know, he kills children. “I’m not scared of anything—” He was huge, of course, you were terrified. ”How do you know I’m not just trying to slow it down, so you’re ready for it?” You challenged, shifting yourself above his tip that still glistened with your saliva from the earlier blow. Izuru looked at you, nearly taken aback. 

It made you feel incompetent. As if he thought you couldn’t do it, as if he thought you couldn’t give him the best night of your life. Of course, you’d be offended. No one likes being underestimated, especially not by him. It just brings you a whole new different feeling of humiliation. 

And he knew that. He just wanted you to hurry up, you know, provoke you a little. Foreplay was… Boring; he’d think with a small smile.

“Surely, you’re not that idio—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale, lips parting and eyebrow twitching from the way your slick cunt slid over the tip of his dick, sinking in with ease. “I- I’m not what?” You breathed out, a shaky, smug grin contorting on your face as you tried your best to conceal the fact his dick had felt like it had literally been splitting you in two. “Hnnahh— Jesus-” You dropped your head for a second, nails digging deeper into the material of his suit; surprisingly, he didn’t care all that much about the material damage—at the moment, he cared more about the fact you hadn’t even sunk half his dick in yet, and you already looked like you were near-tears.

Maybe care would be an overstatement. 

You bit down on your once-smug smile, jaw going slack as you felt the pleasant curve of his dick, rub against your vaginal walls ever so slightly—following the movements of your own heavy panting. “You shouldn’t be so cocky, S/o.” He didn’t seem to hear the irony hiding in between his almost-mocking words.

You scoffed at his taunting statement, staring him straight in the eye as you walked further into his trap, and sunk down lower—stifling a wince as you felt him sink in you alarmingly deep. How big was he!? Well, you already knew the answer to that question. Your jaw still hurt from earlier. But that stretch had been positively incomparable to the stretch your pussy had currently been experiencing. 

Izuru pursed his lips, silently groaning at the way your walls clamped onto him as if you were already trying to milk him of his cum. You were so tight, he noted in his mind; well he wasn’t going to complain. As a sex worker, he would’ve expected you to be looser, easier to slip in; it seemed one of his predictions had been incorrect. 

In a dry, uncaring tone, he addressed the bead of sweat forming on your forehead from the stretch. “Can you really take it? You look like you’re in pain.” the part that irked you the most had been the small undertone of genuine concern for your being. Yeah, Izuru; the ultimate I-don’t-care-if-you’re-dead, cared if you could take his dick. 

Maybe your heart would’ve been swelling with joy, had it not taken a large hit on your pride. You were a sex worker, not the protagonist of a fucking romance comedy. 

You could feel yourself growing angrier and angrier by the second; a large part of you just wanted to get him off and leave—but there was a larger part of you that… strangely wanted to please this man, prove him wrong.

Don’t get me wrong, the urge was purely sexual. 

Rolling your eyes at his ‘concern’, “Can you just- Nh!” you held your breath before clutching onto his suit a little more desperately than you wanted to as you sunk the rest of him inside you. Embarrassment made its debut in your reddening cheeks as you unwillingly let a few whimpers slip out. “—B- be fucking quiet? For on- Mn! O- once?” He paused before retorting back in that same blunt tone, seemingly unamused by your curses as he had been busy watching your bodily reactions closely, as well as feeling them first hand. “... You’re shivering.” He addressed the tremor of your shoulders, as well as the contractions of your walls against his cock. 

“It- It’s cold.” You lied through your teeth, to which he found annoying; surely, you knew that he would read through that lie, so what was the point of even trying? 

Sighing in annoyance, he bucked his hips, exhaling sharply through his nose as you yelped and collapsed onto him, body going limp as you felt him hit your sweet spot. With a slightly panicked moan, you dug your shined face deeper into the crook of his shoulder, causing him to shiver as he felt the breath of your moan hit his neck. “Hnn-! A- a- already?” Izuru scoffed quietly, “I thought you wanted me to be quiet. Which one is it?” Izuru’s condescending voice kissed your ear, and you felt your own shivers being sent down your spine from his voice alone. 

Putting on an annoyed façade that would soon shatter, you rolled your eyes—something you would probably be doing often tonight. “You’re really annoying, you know th-? Oh-! Oh fuck-!” You moaned, eyes shooting open, revealing your dilated pupils to the wall behind him. With your hands fanned out on his suited back, you arched your back against him, grinding slowly as you hugged him off the back of his chair. 

Mewling quietly, you found yourself trying to stifle your own moans, so you could hear better his own; only to pout as you heard nothing. Your sole purpose and presence with him at this moment had been to please him. You… needed to please him.

And only Atua knows what Junko’ll do to you if she finds out you didn’t satisfy him. 

Sighing in slight frustration, you felt him tense underneath your touch as you locked your lips onto his neck, lips searching and exploring every inch of the sensitive skin of his neck. Izuru’s eyes widened a fraction, only to lid as he felt himself growing bored again. “What are you doing?” You muffled against his neck, “I’m trying to find your erogenous zone—“ a large grin grew on your face as you felt him go rigid and stiff against you—as if he wasn’t already rigid and stiff—as you grazed your teeth on a certain spot on his Adams’s apple, a sign that you hit the jackpot.

“There, huh? I never would’ve guessed…” You spoke through gentle moans caused by Izuru’s natural reaction to fuck up into you harder. He shivered, sure, he was good at everything; but even he didn’t know he had an erogenous zone—or rather, where it was.

And now you had this information. 

You felt your confidence sprout back up again as you felt him melt, slowly but surely into your embrace, and slowly but surely, you tried gaining back control of what had been happening. 

That had been your plan; but as soon as your hands reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, he flinched, nails digging into your hips harshly. “Hands off.” He growled, crimson gaze darkening in irritation from your feather-like tugs. 

Yeah, your plan. 

His scalp was sensitive, and he had made the mistake of reacting so strongly to your touch to it, right in front of you no less. It was a weakness; one you’d surely take advantage of as you fucked this man. Or rather, as he fucked you. Izuru grimaced as he could practically hear the mischievous grin in your voice, “Yeah?” with a warning tone, Izuru tried stopping you, “S/o.” you probably shouldn’t have felt as excited as you did from his warning voice; especially from a guy like him, but there was a part of you that really wanted to know what would happen—what he was warning you about. 

So you made the best mistake of your life; and tugged the already impatient man’s hair. 

Izuru hadn’t given you the time to even inhale a single breath, as he had you pinned to the wall in half a second. Shit, he’s fast. Well, what did you expect? Izuru was definitely more than ordinary—and as you still felt the stretch burning between your legs, you knew that more than anyone. “I- Izuru?” Izuru sighed as you shrunk underneath his hold, forcing him to hold you up by his hips that had been pressed up against you. Your cattiness seemed to disappear the moment he manhandled you to the wall; it was predictable. All bark, no bite. He wondered why he wasted his time with you. 

With your eyes wide and helpless, Izuru remained unamused. “Let’s get this over with.”

Underneath the shell of your body, you could feel your blood boil as the man thrusting into you, had given you that familiar condescending stare of pity. He didn’t seem very pitiful as he watched you writhe and squirm underneath him from his unrelenting pace, though you could still read the emotion clear as day; your eyes glared right back at him—though you could barely see where you had been glaring, as your vision had been blurred from your own tears.

He was planning to push you to your limits, because, maybe when you’re sobbing and begging for him to stop; maybe then, you’d be less boring. 

‘He was the ultimate at everything; of course, he would be good at this too-’ “Fuhh...- fuck!” Your first orgasm of the night washed over your body, shaking uncontrollably as you had been less than prepared for it. You’d often have to fake your orgasms or get yourself off once the person using you was done. So you, whether it was fortunately or unfortunately, weren’t used to cumming so quickly. Previous thoughts of distaste had been long forgotten, as you had now been completely weak; moments away from breaking down and throwing away your dignity to prolong sex with Izuru. 

Sobs spilled out of your mouth as Izuru helped you ride out your high. The man watched you from above, hands hooking underneath your thighs and slamming you against the wall harder than your body had gone slack in your arms. For him, it felt more like he was pleasuring you—but for some reason, he didn’t mind all too much. 

Through tear-stained eyelids, you glared at him, your warm body still trembling from the near-mind-blowing orgasm he granted you. “I- I can take it.” At least, you thought you could. In all honesty, you didn’t care. You wanted it, and furthermore, he hasn’t even cum yet. Your job wasn’t finished. If you had to be fucked until your mind broke for him to cum, you’d do it. You didn’t have a choice—but even if you did, you wouldn’t deny him; you’d have to be insane to. 

“How... persistent…” Izuru murmured quietly to himself, bringing a hand up to tap your chin, causing you to perk your head up and flush at the gentle touch; the way he looked at you made you feel as if you were a mere science project being examined. It may have not been ideal, but being gazed at like nothing but a lowly bug is better than being ignored.  

It was so easy to fuck you into submission, he thought. Grunting, he pulled all the way out, lip twitching at the lewd squelch of your pussy. He almost lost himself in the way your walls fluttered around the tip of his cock once again, before tightening as if you were trying to welcome him back in.

Izuru, with a sharp inhale, roughly slammed back in, hitting all the right places despite the thrust being as quick as a flash of a camera. You gasped for air, you felt as if you had just been punched with his hips—and before you could recover from it, you felt him pull out yet again, only to slam back in, a small exhale huffing out the man’s lips as he kept on doing that same repetition. 

“F- faster— Pl- please!” You choked out as tears welled up in your eyes, his thrusts had been so powerful and forceful, yet so calculated; as if he was aiming for your G-spot every time he thrust in—which he was. He growled under his breath, voice still monotone but more strained than before—it was almost impossible for him.  

“You’re too tight to go fast.” He deadpanned, “if I go any faster, I might break you.” He didn’t really care whether he broke you, but who in their right mind would want to be broken? 

It was almost comedic how quickly you perked up at the mention of being broken. “I- I wanna! Really bad, r- real bad! Please!” You blabbered and begged like an idiot, your dignity long gone. He hissed at the way your pussy gushed with your juices and excitement, struggling yet again to piston himself into you. “Do you only think with your cunt?” Izuru narrowed his eyes down at you, disbelief and disgust gleamed in his red eyes; and it only made you squeeze around him unwillingly.

You shrunk, shaking your head as a babyish pout contorted onto your lips. “N- no, I-” The slow slapping noises of his hips on yours grew in volume, and your eyes widened as you could feel and hear him getting more frantic, hitting you deeper—places you were sure weren’t even supposed to be touched were abused by the crown of his growing cock.

Through a tone that tried its best to be calm and composed, Izuru shakily breathed out. “Open your mouth.” 

“W- Huh?” With slurred speech and crossed eyes, you tried your best to find his red eyes through the tears that blurred your vision. You were so fucked out, you weren’t even sure if he had actually said anything or if it had been your imagination.

“You heard me, don’t play dumb.” You hadn’t been playing dumb; you were dumbed. But Izuru held no patience for your games, and you could definitely feel that in his increasingly painful grip on your ass—he was sure to leave a bruise on your skin. With a confused look in your eye, you hesitantly dropped your jaw for him, whimpering and jolting as you felt something wet spew into your mouth. Before you could whine or even get the chance to complain, Izuru had forcefully knocked you against the wall again, lightly hitting your head as he steadied you against the surface with one hand as he used the other to close your jaw.

You hadn’t even registered the fact you had spit into your mouth as your mind had been too foggy from the intense feeling building up in your stomach once again. “Swallow.” Without so much as a questioning noise as a reaction to what he had done, you obeyed. Swallowing thickly with bleary eyes, you tried your best to keep eye contact with the man who seemed way too calm for the aggressive pace he had been maintaining like a pro.

Not thinking much of it, you dropped your jaw and flattened your tongue down against your chin; it was almost instinctual as you obediently showed him you had swallowed all of it. It seemed to please him, as he traced his thumb absentmindedly over your jawline; it almost felt like a reward, to be touched like that. His gentle hands differed greatly from his pace that fastened within each second that passed the both of you by. 

Your moans grew in volume, and you could feel yourself getting overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt to be fucked by him; moans and groans turned into full-blown hysterical sobbing as you felt your second climax approach. He grunted in frustration as he felt your walls clamp around him once again, convulsing as you gasped for air, his breaths huffing out in small intervals as he tried to get himself to his own high. 

Nothing was said as you threw yourself into him, hugging himself close to you as if he was your lifeline despite your twitching body—you weren’t sure how long you could hold on before you passed out, but you tried your best to stay conscious. He hadn’t cum yet.

It may have frustrated him, but it also frustrated you. Running your hands down his neck to his well-defined jaw, you cradled his skull before attaching your lips onto his neck desperately, practically slobbering over him like a dog as you kissed and sucked at his neck—to which he groaned quietly at. It was a terrible job, you were necking him so sloppily, and he hated himself for grading your performance when really, he should’ve been indulging in it.

The sounds of his hips slapping against yours, combined with your small moans that you tried to muffle against his neck, had overwhelmed his senses and he found himself going blank in the mind for less than half a second. 

It was dangerous, to leave yourself vulnerable like that. 

So without another word, sound, or thrust, he hoisted you up and dropped you against the chair; in which you unravelled like a velvet carpet over the soft, plush furniture. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you didn’t want to part from him, you didn’t want it to stop. There, he continued his assault to your already battered cunt, grunts and sharp sighs spilling out his mouth as he concentrated on getting himself to climax. 

“F- fuck, Izuru— Izuru, you’re splitting me- in t- two!” You sobbed out, arms flying up to wipe your tears away that prevented you from seeing the esthetical man above you. With his hair looking like it was flowing behind him, and the thin layer of sweat shining on his skin, you felt your heart beat a little faster— what?

You hadn’t even been able to register the dread of the realization of your feelings, as, without warning, Izuru creamed inside you. His hips stuttered to a stop, and he leaned himself completely over your body that had folded over the back rest of the chair, nose meeting the crook of your mid-chest. “Hhah...” He panted, clammy hands that had been gripping onto your skin tightly, loosened as he took a second before getting up and off you. 

You scrambled up from your position on the chair, legs and pussy numb as you struggled sitting up.“Wait Izuru—!” You called out for him, catching his attention as he cleaned himself up with a convenient towel Junko had left on the table. 

Zipping up the fly of his pants, he stared at you, waiting for you to continue what you had been planning to say as he flattened the creases of his suit. 

“W- were you...” You gulped, flushing as you recalled what you had done earlier. “Were you satisfied?” Your voice had been meek, afraid of his answer for more than one reason. Junko really would show you despair if she found out you didn’t satisfy him. “... I’ll let her know I was.” You sighed in relief, shoulders going slack as you fell back on the chair. You’d live another day.

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Change of Heart ( Taehyung ) ( Complete.

Chapter 1   Chapter 2    Chapter 3     Chapter 4     Chapter 5   Chapter 6  Chapter 7   Chapter 8    Chapter 9

Summary : Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all….. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first.

: Pairing : Taehyung x OC / Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content

Chapter 10

“Baby....you up?” Taehyung sleep heavy voice against my ear made me stir, blinking groggily as I tried to make sense of where I was. The window was still dark and I groaned. 

“What time is it?” I whispered and I felt the press of his lips against my shoulder, gentle and wet. 

“It’s a little past five in the morning.”

I whined in disbelief.

“Why would you wake me up so early?” 

I could barely see him in the darkness and I felt my breath catch when he moved to straddle my hips, hovering over me before grabbing the back of my thighs, spreading my legs apart and leaning down till the head of his cock pressed right up against my entrance. I felt myself clenching in anticipation and my body thrummed with the need to be filled, although I was still so sore from last night. 

“I’m sorry.... I need to head out but i wanted to...” Taehyung whispered, and I moaned when he kissed me  lightly, groaning when he slid right in, cleaving a way inside me, my walls pulsing around the hard length of. I flinched, the dull ache of it making me whimper a little and it took some effort to ground myself, to relax and not seize up against the intrusion. I could feel my heartrate speeding up, the last vestiges of sleep fading into the air. 

Taehyung, pressed gentle fingers to my waist, stroking my skin before running them up my torso, soft little touches to my ribs and up to my breasts, cupping the warm weight of them before rubbing his thumb over the tip till my nipples hardened. 

“So pretty...like this...” He whispered, pulling out and pushing back in and the movement jarred my insides , drawing a pout onto my lips. 

“you’re too big..” I complained and he responded by moving his hands to my knees, gripping the back of them and drawing them up and apart till I choked, spreading me so wide that my thighs screamed in protest, and he laughed at the look on my face .

“We should join a yoga class or something. Your flexibility is atrocious.” He commented mildly and I gasped, affronted. 

“What on earth-” He cut me off with a kiss, before grabbing my ankle and throwing my leg over his shoulder and pressing in closer, his cock sliding in even deeper. I choked out, laughing in sheer disbelief because I wasn’t made to bend like that. Nobody was. I was sure of it. 

“You’ll get used to it...” Taehyung laughed, “ Get used to me... Get used to my kisses and of course get used to my fat cock in you every damn night. ” he growled and the filthy words made me clench down on him, so hard that i almost cramped up. 

He kissed me slowly and I wrapped one arm around his neck, trying to breathe through the stretch of him fucking into me, each push and pull abrasive but amazing. . 

I stared at his beautiful face, trying to drink in the features, and I felt myself fall deeper, the look of affection in his gaze somehow so much more arousing than the things he was doing to me. And i realized how badly I wanted this...This and him for the rest of my life. 

And in the wake of it came the reminder that +my father was out there. 

A powerful man. 

A dangerous man who wanted Taehyung gone.

“Are you going to be in danger?” I whispered, pressing my palm against his face and he chuckled. He lightly grabbed my wrist and pressed a kiss to my palm before bringing my hand down to his shoulder and kissing me gently. 

“I always am.” He reminded me , lips brushing mine . It was far from reassuring and I gripped his shoulders harder, trying not to let the anxiety take over. 

“But you’ll be safe, right?” I demanded, willing him to look me in the eye and Taehyung gave me a soft smile.

“Would you miss me terribly if I was gone?” He grinned and I felt my entire body go ice cold at the very prospect of it , my lips parting and my mouth going sandpaper dry.  Taehyung’s smile faded at once, his arms tightening around me. 

“Hey...hey... I was just joking...baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have joked about that. Rae, I’m going to be fine... Look at me. ” He whispered urgently and I curled my fingers into his shoulders, trying to breathe. 

“Hey...Come on, Rae.. Don’t look so scared. ..” He pressed kisses to my cheeks and I swallowed.

“Don’t underestimate my father. Tae....“ I said hoarsely.” He has so much more to lose than you do. He’s desperate and I don’t want you to be blindsided by anything. “ I whispered. 

He nodded.

“i know. i won’t. Now come on, let me make you feel good, yeah?” He kissed me again and I hugged him. He picked up the pace, thrusting into me faster and I closed my eyes, gripping his waist and hanging on as he sent my senses into overdrive. 

My mind was still too worried to experience any sort of overwhelming pleasure but I liked this. 

Liked having him like this, over me, inside me and wrapped all around me,. 

It meant he was safe. At least for this moment, he was here and he was safe. 

I felt the moment his orgasm hit him, warm wetness spilling into me and I closed my eyes at the sensation, blushing for some reason.

This time i felt him swelling inside me again and I froze, panic starting before I could stop it and he hugged me closer, lips pressing soothing kisses as he stroked my skin, gently soothing. 

“it’s okay baby... You’re mine... You were made for me. it won’t hurt... I promise.” He whispered, holding me closer, and I swallowed, bracing myself . 

“Oh, God, Taehyung... “ I whispered, burying my face into his shoulder as he pressed in a little deeper and he was right. It didn’t hurt, it felt overwhelming, like it was too much and like I was going to absolutely explode but it didn’t hurt. ....

Taehyung trembled a little, as he tried not to move, his knot lodging itself deep inside me, so deep that the smallest movement sent pin pricks of sensation all over my body. It didn’t even feel weird or animalistic anymore I thought , awed. it felt normal. Felt like us. Him and I locked together. Felt natural.  Or maybe the early morning grogginess was making me mellow. Maybe once i had my head on straight, I’d be more terrified. 

He groaned into my shoulders, body going lax on top of me and I choked a little because he was heavy, but there was a dull throbbing pleasure in it, the weight of him grounding me. 

I stared up at the ceiling, stroking the back of his head as he shuddered a little inside me. 

Time seemed endless as he stayed inside me and I felt my eyelids growing heavy, even as I heard his breathing even out.

Wasn’t he supposed to leave? 

But I couldn’t bring myself to wake him up. 

For a few more minutes, I stayed still, watching the windows grow lighter and as the first rays of the morning sun began spilling into the room, I felt sleep take over. 

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“I won’t be going in at all. The Narcotic department is going to handle the whole thing. You know Namjoon and Seokjin right? They’re the one who’re going to be there and they’re going to make sure things go smoot. I’m going to be safe ...in the comfort of my luxurious office .... “ Taehyung’s voice  sounded completely steady and firm through the phone and i willed myself to trust him. 

Luna sat in my lap, happily sketching on a drawing pad as we sat cross legged in front of the huge French Windows in Jungkook’s apartment. Jungkook himself was in the kitchen, whipping up some milkshakes for us. 

I sighed deeply.

“ Can we come over today then? It ends today right?” I asked urgently. I buried my nose in Luna’s hair and the sweet scent of green apple and strawberries made me melt. She turned around to flash me a wide grin, eyes dancing with happiness. 

Taehyung didn’t respond for a few seconds. When he did, his voice was low and soothing. 

“I’m not sure Rae. These men, they aren’t the kind of people I can take lightly. There are going to be repercussions and I don’t want anything to happen to you or Luna. You’re safe there. Jungkook’s going to stay with you till I come get you and I’ve hired enough men to keep watch. I just need to hang around long enough to make sure we end this cleanly. “

“Okay. I love-”

“Don’t.” He said softly. 

I blinked.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s the first time I’m hearing you say that. I’d rather hear it in person.” Taehyung said softly. 

I laughed.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you. Now, what is my feral daughter upto?” 

“Luna, Dada wants to talk to you...” I handed the phone over to her and she squealed.

“Hi Daddy....” She said cutely. “ When are you coming home daddy?” 

I couldn’t hear his side of the conversation but the pout on her face told me that she wasn’t pleased.

“But that’s soooo long....”

“I was drawing . RaeRae showed me how to draw a wolf. It looks angry like daddy.”

“No daddy, I’m being a good girl. I ate a bowl of rice and veggies too.” 

“I don’t miss daddy because RaeRae’s here.” 

And then she giggled.

“Of course not daddy...you’re both number one.” 

A sound at the door made me look up and Jungkook held the door in place with his leg, flipping the doorjamb down before carefully carrying the tray of milkshakes in. 

I gently maneuvered Luna off my lap before moving to help him. 

“Smells delicious, Mr. Jeon.” I grinned, taking a sip of the chocolate concoction. “Ooh..that's really good.”

“Its a premade mix I added water to.” Jungkook grinned. I laughed. 

“ Still a great cook !” I turned to watch Luna who was now flat on her back on the rug and going on about how Jungkook had let her borrow his sketching tab. 

“She’s adorable.” He commented with a smile and I hummed.

“When are you heading back to the preserve?” I asked gently and he shrugged.

“Not for a while. Taehyung told me they’re not yet sure how far this whole drug thing has spread. There’s going to be a lot of arrests and protests in the next few weeks. Messing with a wolf’s ability to scent his mate...that’s terrible stuff, Rae. Wolves are gonna be fucking furious. There’s going to be a huge fall out over this and we can only hope it wouldn’t be too violent.” 

I swallowed.

“Do you think I could get my job back, at the preserve?”

Jungkook looked surprised.

“You’re not gonna be with Tae?”

I turned to stare at Luna.

“Of course I’ll be with Tae but.. i love my job. I made a difference there. I’m not going to make a good trophy wife. I want to be able to help people in someway, not just hang around in the backdrop.” I said desperately.

Jungkook looked worried. 

“I’m not sure if Tae will agree to that Rae. You know how he gets about his job. As his wife you’ll have plenty of stuff to do as it is..,....”

“I’m not his wife...” I muttered under my breath, although it was kind of a useless statement.

“ Umm...you know he’s going to ask you to marry him as soon as possible? You’re already wearing his mark. in fact , in our world you’re already married as far as we’re concerned,” Jungkook pointed at my neck and I rubbed the small scar on my shoulder where he’d bitten me. 

“I can still do the things I want to do right? Taehyung isn’t going to lock me up , is he?” I laughed.

Jungkook tilted his head, watching me carefully.

“You don’t know him very well, do you Rae?” He said quietly. 

My heart flipped over in my ribcage at the words and the tone with which he said it. 

“What-What do you mean?:” I asked , nervous. 

Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by Luna’s laugh. 

“RaeRae!!! Daddy wants to talk to you!!” Luna came bounding over with the phone held out and I took it from her.

“Tae?”

“I’m going to head in now. We’re going to be coordinating with Seoul PD and they’ll send the guys in around 2 hours. You’re going to  okay right? I’ll call you when it’s over?” 

“Okay, Tae. Stay safe.” I whispered.

“I’ll be just fine. Don’t worry about me. Love you. Both of you. ”

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Jungkook and i sat on the couch, eyes glued on the TV as the news played out watching the entire country erupt in chaos. 

“Fire broke out today on a popular resort in Jeju Do, owned by  Hotelier Cha Eun Woo..... Interestingly, the resort had been closed for the weekend with minimal staff and only a few VVIP customers . So far there have been reports of nine casualties, all of them guests including billionaire philanthropist Yoon Jae hyun....”

I felt the breath shudder out of me, equal parts relief and disbelief. Taehyung had closed the whole thing down with minimum fanfare and with no one any the wiser. I knew that the eight men were the major distributors in the entirety of Korea, and that with them gone, it would only be a matter of time before the entire racket collapsed. 

“These guys are good.” Jungkook commented mildly and I stared at the screen, fascinated... The whole thing was being written off as an unfortunate tragedy, a gas leak or something.  

A small crowd of people in uniforms stood huddled in a corner and I squinted, grinning when I caught sight of Kim Seokjin’s golden blonde head and Kim Namjoon’s tall figure, dressed like waiters. .

I felt my lips quirk at that. 

The phone rang just then and I exhaled, “ Taehyung...”

“Did I do good?” He whispered. 

I laughed. 

“ I think I know now, why you’re an amazing politician Kim Taehyung ssi. “ I said softly. 

Taehyung chuckled.

“Real life isn’t like the movies baby.... I suppose you were looking forward to some good old fashioned action sequences and a lot of alpha posturing?” He teased. 

I smiled.

“I’m just glad you’re safe. “ I whispered. 

“I’m sending a limo to Jungkook’s place. You should  come over to my condo.  I have a present for you. Will you come? ” He said gently. 

Curiosity piqued, “ Of course. I’ll be there. What is it?”

Taehyung laughed softly, his voice deep. 

“I think you’ll like it.”

I stared at Jungkook, who could probably hear the conversation.

He had a very odd expression on his face. Part resignation and Part worry. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.. I’m just thinking that I’m lucky...”

“Lucky?”

“That I didn’t think about pursuing you. “ 

I laughed. 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying. i wouldn’t want to be on Kim Taehyung’s hit list.” 

I rolled my eyes. 

“Don’t be dramatic.” 

“I’m not. Be careful Rae. He’s a very dangerous man.” Jungkook said quietly, picking up the smaller glass of strawberry milk and lifting Luna up into his arms. i watched him laugh and carry her to the balcony. 

And i wondered what that was about. 

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“So , what’s the present?” I asked impishly , wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. He hugged me close, reciprocating with fervor and I moaned into his mouth. I could kiss him forever.

“Patience , little one. It’s on the way. First , tell me is your brother alright? I’ve been trying to reach him but i can’t.” He sounded worried and i felt warmth bloom in my chest.

“Yuggie’s fine. He left his phone somewhere ...i spoke to him on the way here. He’s upset of course but for now, he’s not going to come anywhere near the family business. My father handed things over to his nephew a few years ago is what I heard. Yuggie’s heading back to the States after the funeral.”

“What’s his name? This nephew...do you know? ” Taehyung asked thoughtfully.

“Kim Ji Hoo. He owns a bunch of casinos across the country. When I was in college i once heard him talk about getting girls from somewhere to my dad. I don’t remember where .... ” I said apologetically. 

“That’s fine angel. Thank you for telling me... I’ll keep an eye on him.” Taehyung said with a smile. 

“So this is it? The drug racket is down??” I asked nervously and he sighed.

“Hardly. We don’t know a lot of things but the Narcs caught a lot of evidence today from these idiots and their laptops and phones. Seokjin and Namjoon are going to head the investigation. We’ll probably not reveal anything to the public until we know the true extent of the operations.”

“Which would be once you get to the local dealers.”

“Yes.... but that is out of my jurisdiction so I’m going to respectfully step away and let them do their job.” He smiled. 

“And the whole sex trade thing in Eun Woo’s hotel..What about that?”

“We rescued the girls earlier. There were seventeen of them, three of them underage.” His voice shook a little. 

“He’s a monster. I’m glad he’s dead.” I whispered. 

A knock on the door made us pull away from each other. 

“Speaking off, your present’s here...” He smiled. 

Grinning , i turned to the door.

And then the smile froze on my face when I saw who it was. 

Seokjin stood framed in the door way, dragging another man in front of him. I couldn’t see who it was because of the black bag over his head. 

“Special delivery for Alpha Kim.” He grinned, shoving the man forward till he crashed to his knees in front of me. Seokjin pulled the bag off . 

“Taehyung.” I froze in disbelief, staring at the familiar man in front of me , on his knees , bloodied and battered, wrists caught in handcuffs and face swollen and gagged..

Cha Eun Woo was almost unrecognizable. 

Taehyung stepped right up behind me wrapping both hands around me in a warm back hug, chin resting on my shoulder as he peered down at the beta wolf. 

“Do you like your present?” He whispered, kissing my neck gently. 

“Taehyung, what is this?” I said , my fingers shaking a little, my skin icy cold because of how cruel Taehyung looked and sounded, talking down to Cha Eun Woo. 

“I thought you’d enjoy a little action, angel... Life get’s boring sometimes if I don’t indulge my wolf once in a while, don’t you think, baby?” 

 “Tae, no.” i said desperately. “ Let him go. please don’t...”

Taehyung hummed. 

“Are you sure baby? You don’t wanna see how us wolves solve things?” 

I shook my head frantically. 

“No.. No I don’t wanna see you kill another man.” I laughed, voice just a little hysterical because why did this even have to be said. When Taehyung said present I was thinking a bottle of champagne and some roses.... not the prospect of cold blooded murder..... . “ Please.,.just... Don’t.” 

Taehyung pulled away from me and moved forward. I stumbled back and away, watching as he reached Eun Woo, hand reaching out to hold the man by his hair, the veins in his hand pulsing from how tight his grip was. 

Eun Woo whimpered, moaning out slurred syllables that were impossible to understand because of the gag in his mouth. 

“Are you sure angel? “ Taehyung pouted, holding one hand out.. I flinched when his claws popped out , three inches long and sharp as razors. 

My throat went dry as he grabbed Eun Woo by the shoulder, claws digging straight in with so much force that blood spurted out .

I whirled around, looking away , pressing my hands to my eyes, a scream forming at the back of my throat threatening to spill out.

Taehyung groaned in disappointment. 

“Fine. I won’t kill him.” He said boredly. “ Seokjin...” 

I turned back around , staring at him. Taehyung looked as he always did , a soft smile playing around his lips, eyes kind and warm ,  his voice even tempered and gentle. 

But the unconscious man at his feet, the pool of blood spreading out over the carpet , the mangled shoulder..... they didn’t fit into the picture. 

And suddenly, I understood just why everyone was afraid of him. 

Seokjin appeared at the door. He glanced at Eun Woo and wrinkled his nose.

“Did the bitch pass out again? i swear to God, my grandmother has a higher tolerance for pain than this fucker...” He glanced at Taehyung.

“Tie things up yeah?” Taehyung said evenly and Seokjin nodded, dragging the prone body away. 

“You look terrified.” Taehyung smiled, moving to the mahogany sideboard and grabbing a bottle of water. i watched as he casually washed his hands , getting rid of the blood. 

“You... Would you have killed him? If I didn’t ask you to stop?”

Taehyung stopped scrubbing under his nails, giving me a look.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you.. do you do this often? Kill people?” I said shrilly. 

Taehyung laughed. 

“You were plenty happy when I killed your father.” He pointed out. 

I swallowed. 

“That’s...That’s different.. He’s... He deserved it...” 

“And Eun Woo doesn’t? Come on , Rae...what he was doing with those girls was filthy.” 

“Yes.. yes but...” i was so confused, my brain refusing to come to terms with the fact that Taehyung, the man i loved, actually killed people. Personally. 

“Anyway... you told me to stop and i stopped. Didn’t kill him, right?” He smiled. 

I nodded. 

“Thank you for letting him live.” I whispered , turning away . I could feel a head ache come on. .

“Oh, i didn’t let him live.... He’s still going to die.” Taehyung said casually. 

I whirled around , gaze clashing with his as my lips parted in surprise. 

“You.. You said you weren’t going to kill him...” I said hoarsely. 

Taehyung blinked at me, looking confused. He grabbed a pure white towel, wiping his wet hands carefully. 

“Yes, I said  I  wouldn’t kill him. Seokjin will.” He said casually. 

My entire body went cold at that, sweat gathering on my hairline because of how scared I suddenly was. 

“Taehyung ...this isn’t... this scares me.” I whispered, taking a step back. 

He laughed at that, moving closer and reaching for me.

“Come now, angel. You know i have to right? Men like Eun Woo don’t change... He’ll find something more vile and awful to do , probably even try to get back at me by trying to hurt you or Luna... i can’t have that can I?”

“So you just...you kill people who get in your way?” I felt like I had been dipped in a vat full of cold water. Taehyung drew me into his arms, hugging me close.

“Only when I am protecting something i value.” He said softly. “ I can’t afford loose ends, Rae. They get tangled together and trip me up. As my wife, i expect you to trust me. Trust that i won’t do anything without reason.” 

“I’m not your wife.” I said dully, feeling just a little overwhelmed.

“Semantics.” He brushed my words off easily, pulling back to rub his fingers across my cheeks.

“I’m being sworn in officially, tomorrow. I want you by my side on the podium. You and our daughter. I know its going to be new to you... My world. But I think you’ll like it. I’m the king there and I want you to be my queen. ” He kissed me gently. 

I stared at him, this man who i loved because of the side of him I had seen so far. The kind, considerate father, the passionate leader and the tenderly sweet lover. 

But then i remembered the cold cruelty with which he had dug his claws into Eun Woo, who was after all a childhood friend of his. Was this the other side of Kim Taehyung’s perfection? Was he also a ruthless , heartless man who would do anything to protect his interests , destroy anyone who got in his way?  

I pulled back an away . 

“Taehyung are we rushing into this? I... do you think we should slow down? Maybe date a little and-”

He didn’t reply, his face unreadable. 

“And where do you intend to live?” He said quietly. “ You don’t have a job.”

“The preserve....”

“....no longer hires humans. The law came through last week.” 

It was like a knife slashed right through my insides. 

“What?” i whispered, confused. 

Taehyung inhaled sharply. 

“We talked about this? There are a lot of qualified weres who don’t have a job, who cannot find work here in the mainland.”

“And what about me? The preserve is the only place where there’s a laboratory studying werewolf microbiology which is kind of what I’ve majored in. I can’t work anywhere else .” I said softly.

Taehyung sighed.

“Baby, hear me out... As my wife, you’ll be heading charities, working with the most intelligent people in the country , running organizations that directly help improve quality of life for underprivileged weres everywhere. It is so much bigger than anything you could accomplish in that tiny laboratory in the island. “

“So, I just move in with you right away?” I asked quietly, already knowing the answer. 

Taehyung gave me that same, maddeningly rational look. 

“The customs department is going to go through your father’s assets... Everything he owned is going to come under scrutiny and I’m sure his wealth is going to dwindle to nothing once they’re through with him. As it is, I know he wrote you out of his will. If you’re going to insist on working some minimum wage job , living in a dilapidated apartment somewhere just because you think, we’re going too fast...” He smiled, “ I’m going to have to put my foot down.” 

And in a moment of startling clarity I just knew exactly what he’d done. 

“You planned this didn’t you? “ I blinked at him. “ It’s surreal, all these pieces falling into place so perfectly..... You knew I would want to  go back to my job in the preserve . That i would never agree to marry you so quickly. Why else would you rush a law like that? “ 

Taehyung didn’t reply. 

“i know how laws are passed Taehyung. You must’ve put quite the pressure on your bosses, to pass such a mundane law so fast...” 

He stared back at me without an ounce of guilt in his gaze. 

“I won’t apologize for wanting my mate by my side.” He said evenly. 

“Will you apologize for being a cunningly manipulative bastard, then ?” 

“you’re over reacting...” He said calmly. 

“Am I, Taehyung?” I said sharply. “ It’s been a week since I found out i was your mate. A week.... And now suddenly, i have your mark on my neck, no possibility of getting my job back and no other option but to cling to you.... I’d say I’m reacting how any woman would react.... You played me like a fiddle and I’ve been dancing to your tune all along. “ 

Taehyung sighed. 

“You make it sound like I’ve done something terrible. “

“ Haven’t you?? “ i demanded. 

“ No, I haven’t. I love you. I care for you deeply and so does my daughter. She needs you as much as i do and she loves you so much. Your own family is almost non existent right now. your brother is three thousand miles away and I am here offering you my love, my home and the chance to be a part of my family. Tell me what are you losing out on? Tell me what it is I’ve taken away from you?” 

 My choice,  I thought with clarity. You’ve taken away my right to make that choice. 

 He held my face gently, thumbs brushing across my cheeks. 

“I know you’re frightened. But trust me. I’m going to be here by your side. Eun Woo dies today, not because of those girls he destroyed but because of  you. Because he dared touch you , knowing you were mine . Tomorrow the whole country will know it and no one will dare to even breath wrong in your direction. Because they know what your mate is capable of.” 

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I let him hug me, staring over his back at the opposite wall. 

The painting on the wall caught my eye. 

A beautiful, dainty gazelle, cornered against the edge of a huge cliff,  staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. And on her side, a big beautiful wolf , gorgeous and tempting as it seemed to call for her. And it was obvious that in her panic , she was going to run into the arms of the wolf. 

Not knowing that the wolf was just as dangerous, just as deadly as the hunter and the cliff edge. 

I closed my eyes hugging him tight. 

I was so tired. 

“Tell me you’ll marry me. “ Taehyung’s hypnotic voice wove its spell over me, soft and soothing and filled with all the reassurances a naïve young girl would ever need.  

I took a deep breath, trembling in his arms when i exhaled. 

And then I replied. 

The End 

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Author’s note : Tell me how much you hate me. 

Taehyung isn’t a saint wbk. So of course there’s going to be a sequel.

Soon. Hopefully. 

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