#dawn at that time would do anything to just stop the hunger so what happened next? yep vlad turned her into a vampire

[flovoid]

… 𝔗𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱

[aviawrites]

may the sun dawn on panem (tbosas)

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥!𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥!𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘊𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘩, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘪𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘊𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸. (2.6𝘬)

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘈 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩! 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺/𝘯 𝘳𝘯😎 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘭𝘺<3

𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘯 𝘪𝘴: 𝘤𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 (𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘦-𝘶𝘩)

Your eyes, wide and tear filled, are glued to the screen. Lucy Gray looks down at your tribute, stroking his face as foam continues to flow from his lips. All of your naive hope is lost as Jessup’s face is replaced with the Hunger Games title card and Lucky’s eccentric voice breaks you out of your trance.

“Annndddd that is it for Jessup Diggs and mentor Cozah Highbottom, a hard sight to see indeed but not hard enough for you to turn off your televisions, am I right?” He delightfully laughs, his artificial smile being a stark contrast to the knot that’s tied itself in your stomach.

You slowly look over to Coriolanus, the man who’s supposed to be your partner. His eyes are just as wide as yours as he stares back at you. He begins to speak, placing a hand on yours. There’s no time for him to get in a word before you shove him off of you and storm out of the hall, throwing your Academy pin on the marble floor. 

The fresh air outside of the school does little to calm you, an angry snarl plastered on your face as your walk begins to turn into a jog. You were stupid to ever think you could trust Corio. The boy you grew up with has changed. The games changed him, Lucy Gray Baird changed him. He’s turned into a Capitol elitist who will clearly stop at nothing to make sure Lucy Gray wins. Not even murder was below him.

The footsteps running up behind you are ones you recognize, though, they don’t make you turn around. If anything, they make you walk faster. Nevertheless, they quickly catch up to you and expectantly, a hand pulls on your shoulder. 

“Cozah-“

You snap around, unable to keep your composure at his touch. 

“I should’ve never sent that water. I should’ve never trusted you.” You sneer, your unique and oddity of a District 12 accent growing thicker the more emotional you become.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think that he’d-“

“You knew exactly what would happen but you let me send it anyway.”

“What- No! I meant for it to scare him not to…” He trails off.

You step closer, staring up into his saxe eyes; though you’re only seeing red. 

“I know you, Corio.” You assure him, “I should’ve known better.”

His brows furrow, his frosty hair softly blowing in the cool front. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“‘Snow lands ontop,’ Right?”

He rolls his eyes as the silly phrase he says suddenly becomes fuel for fire.

“Come on-“

“You knew about the drones. You knew I hadn’t seen when Pliny sent his and you knew I thought they functioned perfectly fine. You wanted Jessup to die so your little Songbird can win and you’ll get your stupid money.”

He shakes his head, “How can you say that? I would never do that it’s- That’s not who I am.”

You shake yours, unsurprised that he hasn’t seen how he’s differed yet. 

“You’ve changed, Corio. ‘Cause now that’s exactly who you are.” 

➵ ➵ ➵

You sit beside the rest of the shunned mentors at the back of the hall as Dr.Gaul’s snakes slowly glide across every part of Lucy Gray’s body. She continues to fearfully sing as the reflective serpents continue to slither, but never bite.

“It must be her singing!” Corio stares at the screen. 

The mentors have all risen to their feet, looking intently as the seemingly docile snakes seem to sway around her. 

“Get her out!” Tigris shouts, the rest of your class agreeing with her in a loud chant.

Dr.Gaul finally gives the order. The crowd erupts in applause and smiles as a helicopter is sent to her. You only stare at the live feed, stone faced as you reminisce on all of the innocent children that lost their lives. But that’s not the only thing that takes your attention. 

When Clemensia disappeared, reportedly to the flu, you and Tigris were the first people Coriolanus ran to to tell the full truth. And with that truth came some knowledge on Volumnia’s snakes. You’ve only seen them once or twice in your life when you were allowed into Gaul’s office. But from those few visits you were positive those slippery things weren’t going to bow down to just any old girl. Especially not because they want to gather around and listen to her song. There’s only one way those snakes wouldn’t be biting Lucy Gray. 

Coriolanus holds Tigris close, laughing as the cheers slowly die out and the hall clears. Soon after, it’s only you and them left. Though, you’re not sure they notice you after their big win.

You take a breath, aware of the flood gates you’re preparing  to open.

“How’d you do it?” You ask, your voice echoing through the bare command center. 

Both Tigris and Coriolanus jerk their heads around, startled. 

“Coze.” He smiles, not hearing your question. 

You don’t smile.

“First, you deceive me. Then, you kill my tribute. And now you cheat so that his ally can win the games for you.” You lay it all out, looking down at them from the stands. “That’s low, Coriolanus.”

The cousins look at each other before looking back to you.

“Wh- What are you talking about?” He inquires.

“You know, your father died to this same poisonous power. These games are a goddamn virus. They’re serpents who have already slithered their way around you.” You scorn, finally being able to say what you need to say. “Those snakes don’t calm easy, Coriolanus.”

He stares, warily tilting his head at you. “…It was her singing.”

“And snow falls beneath grass.” You highlight his ridiculous and impossible implication with your own. “Singing wouldn’t work worth a damn and you know it. We all know it.”

“He didn’t cheat, she’s calmed a snake before.” Tigris defends, holding onto his arm.

“You haven’t seen ‘em, not how they really are. Theres only one way they’d allow her to live-“

“Coze-“

“And it’d be a damn shame if my father connected the dots and they led back to his own student.” You stare dead in his face, his glance faltering. 

“He didn’t cheat.” Tigris claims once again.

“They only keep from biting if they know your scent. Do you really think Lucy Gray has been within 10 miles of them in her life, Tigris?”

She stops, doubt now in her eyes as she stares from you to Coriolanus, who can’t stop staring at you. You can’t tell if it’s fear or hate in his eyes but it seems to be burning him from the inside and seething onto you. 

“Who have you become, Cozah? You’d never do this before the games.” He deflects in an angry whisper.

“I didn’t know you were a cancer before the games. Now you kill kids for money.” You coldly reply.

He says nothing. You can almost see him physically accept his fate as he looks at you once more before walking out. Knowing what he wants, you begin walking down from the stands, you and Tigris following behind him. 

The silent walk seems to last hours before the three of you are walking past the old zoo, and  Coriolanus finally decides to speak up. 

He walks toward the bars, softly running his fingers along them.

“This is where I first properly saw Lucy Gray. From the moment I met her I knew she was worth meeting. Worth saving.” He nods as if he’s reliving the memories for  himself. 

He turns to you, “I had her equipped and prepared to win fairly. It wasn’t until Dr.Gaul aired her announcement that my plan changed.”

Both you and Tigris listen intently. She has an expression of confusion while you have one of knowing. A blue bird chirps, landing above the bars.

“The night of the bombs I visited her here. I did all I could but she was so scared…” He reminisces, slightly snapping out of it as you wait for the part you want to hear. “I wiped her tears. It was a cloth my father gave me. When I found out it was the snakes I just…” He shrugs, knowing that both of you knew what came next. 

“It had her scent.” You finish for him, wanting him to admit it a little more concretely. 

“It had her scent.” He nodded, his head down. 

You sigh, “It was a good move. Better than what I could’ve thought of. Though of course, I had no such chance as to devise a plan to save my tribute. He was dead the second Lucy Gray was in danger.”

“Coze, Jessup would’ve never made it-“

“Think hard about what you’ll say before you speak his name again.” You advise him.

He backs down, both him and yourself momentarily looking over at Tigris. Her pale hand is covering her mouth as tears fill her eyes.

“Oh, Tigris…” Coriolanus whispers sympathetically, grabbing her free hand and holding it tight.

“They’ll kill you, Corio. They’ll hang her and then you just to show what happens.” Her voice trembles. 

He rubs his lips together, knowing she couldn’t be far off. He looks over to you, knowing his life is now in your hands.

“Do you want me to hang?”

You pause, for the first time in your life genuinely contemplating if you want your best friend dead.

“You won’t hang, Coriolanus.” 

He badly hides his sigh of relief before nodding in what he thinks is a mutual agreement. You do the same, though you know he is far from out of the woods.

➵ ➵ ➵

“They’ll kill you, Corio, They’ll hang her and then you just to show what happens.”

“Do you want me to hang?”

“…You won’t hang, Coriolanus.” 

You stop the Jabberjay tape, having shown your father all he needs to see.

You sit across from him, tightly squeezed on the other side of his desk in the middle of the lecture hall. 

“What will you do?” You ask him. 

“Well, we could never hang them. Lucy Gray has already won over the Districts.”

“And Corio’s in the 24, it’d be too bad of a look.”

He twiddles his thumbs, examining the situation.

“What would you have done?”

“Me?”

“Well, yes.” He nods, “You got the crime, you had to have something in mind for the punishment.” 

You think for a moment, unsure of what the appropriate consequence is for cheating a government issued activity.

“I just want him to pay.” You shrug, “One way or another he has to pay for what he’s done. Not just for Jessup but for everything. Lying to me, incentivizing the games, all of it. He has to know that it’s wrong and he can’t get away with it.”

“Well…” Your father begins, “The Plinth money he’s meant to be rewarded for his victor hasn’t been issued yet. That’s all he really wants. But with this evidence, he won’t see a dime.”

You don’t even have to think on it before you agree to the punishment. Taking away what one never had is much more telling than taking away what they’ve already enjoyed.

➵ ➵ ➵

Your father confronted Coriolanus last night and you can’t help but think about it. It’s not exactly worry, certainly not guilt; you know what a man like him can turn into. It’s more an eerie feeling of him once being the closest friend you had and now being an enemy.

Attempting to distract yourself, you aimlessly walk through the Capitol. You’ve ended up in the penthouses, the ones you and the Snow’s used to run through the halls of all those years ago. 

You’re passing their very door when you notice a white and red slip on it. 

‘EVICTION.’ 

You stare, a highway of thoughts racing through your mind. The core emotion of feeling like you’ve lost some of your morale creeps in. Indirectly taking their home from them. But you quickly push the thoughts from your head, remembering that what you did was right. You continue walking, only making it a few feet before you see a familiar face resting on the wall of the wide hallway.

Tigris, face and hair as bland as you’ve ever seen it, waits for you to come near her. You keep your distance.

“You told.” She states. 

You only look at her. 

“We can’t pay it off, now” She points to the slip on her door. “You know, they’re sending him away because of what you did.” 

Your brows furrow, “What I did? Your cousin killed people.” You remind her. “He cheated the games.” 

“Games that your father made!” Tigris snaps, truly raising her voice at you for the first time. “How could you really be angry at him for doing what he could to win? It’s win or die, that’s how it always is.”

“My father may have made the games,” You keep your voice low and calm, “But Coriolanus is who turned them into what they are. They would’ve fizzled out and became a thing of the history books had he left them be, Tigris. But now…” You pause, “Every single death for decades to come is no longer on my father’s hands. They’re on Snow’s.”

She shakes her head, “You know he’s not a monster, Coze.”

“If you really believe that you’re more ill than I thought.”

“God, we used to be friends, Cozah! Not even a month ago!” She urges, attempting to keep her voice as leveled as possible. “Since we were children it was me, you, and Corio. We played in this same penthouse, we made board games in the dirt during the dark days. When we lost our parents we went through it together. Does that mean anything to you?"

Contemplation absorbs your mind, but nothing she’s saying is something you haven’t thought about before. The last few days have been a few of your hardest, no matter what it seems like. But you, unlike many, know how to put morals and what’s right above money and power and the godforsaken games.

You step toward Tigris. The gloss in her eyes chips a part of your heart away. Through all of it, she was innocent. You didn’t want to hurt her. 

“See, that was before, Tigris.” You begin. “But you and I know Coriolanus more than anyone does. And you know I'm right when I say he's different. You can follow him into madness if you'd like but I won't do it. The snow will melt one day and all that'll be left is the ashes of the fire. I won't go down with him and I don't want you to either, I really don't. Time is running out and I've made my choice. Now, you can fight with snow and ice, sure. But when the sun finally dawns on Panem, your choice will have already been made.”

She gawks at you, her mouth hung open but no words escaping.

“I know Corio; But I also know you, Tigris. You’re good. The most good I’ve ever seen in my life.” You admit. “So for the sake of yourself, Panem, your brother, and me…choose good. Choose to tell Corio he was wrong and uproot his corruption before it’s too late.” You grab both of her hands, kissing her knuckles, “You’re the only one who can.”

Gently releasing her hands, you exhale in relief. Now you’ve truly said all you can say, it’s up to the Snow’s what history they want to write. You place a sympathizing hand on her arm before walking away, having faith that your words got through to her. 

All you have now is the hope that Coriolanus stops himself from his free fall and Tigris be his net. If not, the chips will fall where they may. You just pray that the odds are in your favor. 

[pavlovianpanic]

so, i guess i should probably clarify a bit about what curses i'm referencing and how i handle the creature aspect of until dawn because the two coincide so heavily.

to start, i like until dawn, as in i am a fan of until dawn, so i can love it for what it is while quietly correcting a few things. that being said, i actually like to take out a lot of what they've established to leave a more confusing narrative. a purposefully confusing narrative for both us and the characters.

something i like about horror is leaving some things unclarified, leaving the audience guessing, even leaving the characters wondering what just happened. it follows the idea that we aren't quite sure what we were dealing with ... but we had a hell of time along the way.

so, the curses: i split it into two ways — the land itself was already cursed, which i leave sort of vague, but that's what we see affecting people pre-disposed (the miners, for example) to this curse before the main cast comes into the picture.

additionally, the washington family already came "pre-cursed" of something else entirely; their greed (thus, their hunger — it's never enough). i'm more focusing on the washington family here than the overall lore, which i don't really want to start getting into and rewriting as a whole.

i leave it to imply that this could have either started with robert washington or already existed in their bloodline long before robert was even born. the culmination of the washington family coming to the mountain sort of "marked" this family for life.

even if they could escape their own generational curse, they can't escape what's been activated for them. there's a really great quote from bsi by elizabeth where she says "what i have done cannot be undone. i cannot stop what i have put into motion." <- i think that's very applicable here. the events of what has been done before them will continue to unfold long after them. this quote can literally be used for any of these characters, from robert to josh to matt to mike to any of them.

this is why, while hannah is experiencing a creature transformation (thus what we see), she is also suffering "a hunger" that pangs from her own cursed line — that hunger of greed, of envy, of needing more, and of doing anything to survive. she is a survivalist. hannah isn't just falling to something outside of her control, but also something internally imprinted on her DNA.

which is what i have also happen to josh in his creature!verse. a transfer, if you will. it makes sense that the good older brother should take the pain of his sister. they share this same curse, this same "source", thus the same possession (being possessed by their hunger, their own innate and taught need for more).

aesthetically, i like the idea of a body essentially starting to shift into a super predator — the teeth, the jointed limbs to run on all fours, more animalistic. it's the distorted corpse aspect i'm featuring, the thinning of the hair, the loss of skin pigmentation (as the user has technically died, more they do not control their own body, thus it's almost vampiric), glassy eyes (thus shifting their vision into that predator vision we see in-game), the lengthening of the nails — which is where josh is sort "caught" between the two, once again ushering him into a new era of duality (as duality is a huge character arc of his, basically his whole arc arguably). again, i'd argue this is almost bordering into vampire territory. just not twilight vampires and more ... 30 days of night vampires? almost?

i've considered if they can even go out in sunlight, we only really see them at night ever, but that would be stretching more into comparing what lore was established over what i'd like to keep or edit. i'm not here to rewrite until dawn, just to be clear. i do have some inferences that josh is sunlight-avoidant in that verse, though.

as for why or where or even when this curse began? we don't know. that's the beauty of it. we're just as clueless as the cast, which also would make it much more difficult to fight them, which goes along with relying a lot on that diary for information. it's a transference of basically "here's what works, what doesn't, here's what we know" kind of vibes. trial and error. but as for the source? again, it's a cursed land. no one from "that time" is alive to give good faith one way or the other, so i imagine it's just a lot of rumor and speculation.

they're called creatures, monsters, and sometimes my characters might even call them vampires because ... they have no idea what is even going on. they're ignorant, and that's kind of the point imo. even josh's family is shown to disregard the land to build their dream vacation home. not even their real home, a vacation home. so ... in general? this cast? is not made up of respectful people. just look at how they treat and talk to each other if you need more evidence of that.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

quiet yearning

She didn't know how to explain it. It was a pull...a draw unlike anything she had ever felt before. And it didn't make sense. Yet Zero found herself continuing to wander into the orbit of Riven and her fellows.

Simple curiosity, she tried to tell herself. It wasn't because of hunger--that had been more than sated ever since her arrival on the Source. She was just curious, that was all.

And then Garlamald happened. She had almost died--a final and complete death. But she hadn't been alone. Riven and the others had come to help her. Saved her. They'd learned what Golbez was plotting. And Zero...

The fire still burned inside her, even now. Another thing she didn't understand. And it would be so much easier to return to her normal--to only work in bargains. Stay within the lines. But Zero didn't want to. Everything was now chaotic, messy.

Colorful.

"Do you want something?" Zero was jolted out of her inner musings and back to reality. She was in the kitchen of Sunward, Riven's personal home in...U'ldah, it was called.

"What?"

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?" Sebastian repeated. Zero blinked at the question.

"I..." Her eyes roamed the kitchen, taking in the fruit, herbs, the fresh-baked bread that was cooling on a nearby table, the ingredients Sebastian had taken out for whatever he was planning on making. A mound of fluffy pancakes was on the table near her, golden brown and dripping with butter. A kettle was bubbling as the water inside it boiled, and another machine was steaming as a dark brown liquid slowly dripped out into a pot that had been placed beneath it.

"I...wouldn't know what to ask for." Zero admitted. Sebastian pondered this statement, then started to flip pages in the recipe book.

"Here, I'll fix you something simple." He said. A thought occurred to Zero.

"It won't have fire in it, will it?"

"Fire?" Sebastian repeated, then the light dawned. "Oooh, like the...no. It won't be spicy." He set about gathering items--milk, eggs, several slices of the freshly-baked bread. Zero watched him carefully--this was the first time she'd really been alone with the hyur. He wasn't like Riven and the others, he was more...quiet. Reserved. His aether wasn't as...colorful or chaotic--there was Light there, a unholy amount of it, Zero sensed. But then there was elemental magic, a smell of gunpowder that always seemed to linger, and...

"What are the golden lines in your left arm?"

"What?"

"There are..." Zero tilted her head. "Golden lines in your upper left arm. They don't go very far, but they're there." She watched as Sebastian went very silent, moving his right hand to just graze the skin directly over the lines Zero had pointed out.

"A plan that went very, very wrong on the First." He answered.

"The world that was broken by Light." Zero responded. Sebastian nodded.

"Those are...scars of the corrupted Light that I was infected with." His voice was soft. "It was purged, but this remained. And not just myself either. Riven and the others have their own markings."

"...Why are you with them?" Zero asked. "You...don't seem like...their type." Now it was Sebastian's turn to blink, and he turned around.

"Their type?" He repeated.

"Loud. Annoying. Nosy. Get into everything." Zero stopped as Sebastian started to laugh.

"Was what I said a jest?"

"No, you're not wrong! I didn't think I stood out that much--though...I'm not loud, but I am nosy, annoying, and get into everything." Sebastian chortled. He faced Zero, his lips twitching in a grin.

"I suppose you can say that we all share the same desire. We want to explore. Help people. Just because we're different doesn't mean we can't have similar wants and goals." He began.

"And...we're family. Not by the water of the womb, but by the blood we've shed in trying to protect each other. I've put myself in harm's way for Riven, Augustine, Mathye and Reinhardt, and they've all done the same for me at one time or another. We've supported each other through difficult times. I consider them the brothers and little sister I never had."

"Family." Zero said quietly. "You truly consider them as such?"

"I do." Sebastian answered. "I love them as such, and would do anything for them, to keep them safe. Even die for them." To that Zero had no response, hiding her eyes with the brim of her hat as she thought.

"Family." She repeated, her voice soft. Could that explain the burning feeling inside her?

[yama-does-art]

Soul Bound

Vampire x (f) oc - Elder Scrolls adjacent, takes place in TES Oblivian/Morrowind

Status: permanent hiatus

Warnings: Depiction of Violence

Word Count: 1k

How long has it been? Days? Months? Years? Arelius had lost track. No, he had no name, according to his captor and wizard overlord. He was a pet to the Telvanni warlock. An experiment and a means to rid of unwanted slaves. He growled, hunger gnawing at him. He wanted - no - needed blood. Anything would do. Yet even the rats had learned to stay clear of his cell. Normally he would have been infuriated, but tonight was different. The air was charged with magicka. Something was happening above ground. He was bound by magic, so all he could do was wait with bated breath.

Sure enough he heard a distant heartbeat approaching. Though the dungeon was dark, with only a single torch in the distant corridor, he could see a lithe figure approaching. A female Dunmer, judging by the scent. Then an unexpected light flashed towards his face, causing him to wince.

"A vampire!?" gasped the voice.

He hissed, but the female ignored him. With the spotlight leaving his face, it took a minute before his sight returned to him. The stranger was searching the cells around him. The light emanated from a cylinder contraption in her hand. The rustic orange of the metal suggested Dwemer tech. The light stopped at the body of his last victim. A Khajiit female. To his surprise, the stranger stepped up to him. The light flickered towards his shackled limbs before settling back to his face.

"You're a prisoner here too." It wasn't a question.

He cringed at the sudden blindness. "Yeah and what of it? Just who are y-" he was cut off as she shoved the side of her forearm into his mouth. Arelius gasped as he could feel warm liquid drip down his throat. Was she feeding him her own arm!? Letting the inner monster take hold, he bit down harder to lap up more blood. It took a moment for taste to finally register. He coughed into her wound, violently pulling away, "The hell, you taste awful."

Of all things, she was chuckling. Backing away and latching the device to her hip, she tended to her arm. "Heh, should have expected that," she mumbled to herself.

The vampire blinked. With his hunger subsided, his thoughts were coming to him in more clarity. It was beginning to dawn on him how bazaar this situation was. She was clearly not Telvanni, yet he could not imagine anyone would react the way she did. He was sure the female before him was Dunmer, yet her blood tasted like dirt and ash. His thoughts cut short when he could feel two warm hands cupping his face. There, he stared into the telltale red eyes of the dark elf, too stunned to move.

The device was wedged at the crook of her neck allowed for a faint glow between them. He recognized her gaze. She was analyzing him. Unlike his experience with the wizards, her hands were gentle. "Good, Temperature rising. Pupils in eyes have regained roundness, less bloodshot. Flushness in the cheeks. Blood lust should be subsided." Then with a gentle tug, she locked eyes with his again, "I mean you no harm. What is your name?"

He blinked. When was the last time anyone had asked him that? "My name it - my name is Arelius."

He choked when she smiled faintly, "Nice to meet you Arelius. My name is Zen, I am with the Twin Lamps."

His eyes widened, "You're an abolitionist."

She nodded, her tone more urgent, "I am going to get you out of here. But before I do that, I need you to swear to me that no harm will come to the other slaves and the other abolitionist."

This was unreal. It had to be. He shook her away. "Is this some sort of sick joke? I am a monster. Just look around, I'm sure you noticed the corpses. The ones who you were actually here for."

Her eyes narrowed taking his chin and pulling it down to meet his gaze. "No more of a monster than those who trapped you here." She let go and backed away. " Your right, I was looking for the missing slaves. I found them and there was nothing I can do about their fate. But I can change yours. Think what you like, but if you can talk and walk like the rest of us, you have the right to your freedom. So do we have an agreement?"

She was a fool to trust a vampire like him, but then again, so was he to let his guard down. His limbs relaxed, "Very well, no harm will come to your kin. Just get me out of here."

The woman nodded, pulling a key from her satchel, "Good, now hold still." It amazed him, how close she was yet moved with much confidence. It made him wonder just who he was dealing with. Just as the last of the chains fell away, he was shoved back against the wall with a surprising amount of force from the woman. Something sharp against his throat. "Just to be clear, if you do anything to endanger any of my collogues, I swear I will put you down myself."

With that exchanged, she turned away towards the exit and motioned him to follow. He rubbed his neck, still feeling the singe of where she held the silver dagger. She said her name was Zen. She was a Dunmer who was willing to rescue a vampire. She moved like a trained assassin. Just who was she?

They made their way through the dungeons. Arelius could feel the charge in the air and the smell of blood. Yet he could hear heartbeats, "Wait, there are patrols around." He said.

The woman did not pause in her gate. "It will be fine, they are a bit tied up at the moment."

He shook his head, what was that supposed to mean? His anxieties grew as she barreled through to the guard quarter. Did she want a fight? Upon entering, he paused. The guards where bound and unconscious. Wait, did she just make a joke? The woman flicked at his arm, snapping his attention back to reality.

"Not here, not now. We need to move." Then she continued forward.

He followed once more.

[sapientiiae]

@guideoftime asked: "I can't help it, you're just… distracting." distracted by the sexy starters

Her coronation day was finally here, and it had been a long time coming. The negotiations with the court had felt endless since her father’s passing, but they’d finally agreed to her crowning now that the arrangements had been made for her and Sheik to be wed. They were to be married in three months, their wedding falling just shy of the six month limit the court had given her, and Sheik would be crowned the King of Hyrule sometime after (though Zelda knew the court would likely be less generous with that time frame — they were growing impatient without a man on the throne). 

The maids had arrived early that morning to help Zelda bathe and dress in preparation of her grand ceremony, and once there was nothing left but final touches (namely her accessories), Zelda had dismissed them from her bedchamber so she could have a moment alone. She would have been capable of getting dressed on her own, and she could certainly handle the accessories without assistance.

It wasn’t long after the maids departed that Sheik had arrived, either to keep guard and ensure nothing happened to her between now and the coronation or to simply provide emotional support and a helping hand wherever she might need.

But with the way he kept looking at her, he was doing anything but providing the two aforementioned things. Every time she’d looked up, she’d found his scarlet Sheikah gaze narrowed on her. His expression was impossible to read from behind the mask and cowl he dawned as an every day part of his outfit, but she could have sworn there was a hunger in his eyes.

Even as she’d moved around her bedchamber, his attention stayed honed in on her, head swiveling with the smallest of movements as needed. They still had two hours to go before she would be called downstairs for final preparations for the inauguration, which meant she’d been dressed entirely too early despite her protests. Now, she couldn’t possibly handle the idea of Sheik’s stare — this stare — burning into her for the next two hours. 

“Are you going to monitor every step and move I make until the guards come to collect me? I promise it is okay to let your eyes stray for a few seconds — I am not going to disappear.”

“I can’t help it, you’re just…distracting.”

Those words banished any ounce of restraint she’d had within her, the need in her eyes now rivaling the want in his. She’d made no hesitation before sauntering over to him, the ease in her movement a contradiction to the hurried desire that had sparked in her eyes. She didn’t stop until she was directly in front of him, going so far as to lean against Sheik, pressing every inch of her body she possibly could against his. “I can show you just how distracting I can be,” she purred, craning her neck so her lips could brush his ear as her still bare hands run up his chest. 

“We still have two hours before anyone will come to look for me. What if we were to pass the time by…distracting each other.”

[juletheghoul]

We already know how our little witch reacts when she sees someone flirting with Maxie baby...but what would Max do if he sees someone flirting with you? Like...is it crazed and desperate and angry? Or does he grow silent and think that this was it and that you were going to leave him because he doesn't do it for you anymore? Does he know that he has all of your attention and love and devotion...or is he reluctant in touching you again because he's afraid you'll tell him to leave at some point? Also...side note...because you know I have a thing for blood in fanfiction...do his bites differ or does his hunger for you change when he 's feeling those strong emotions? If so, what's the difference? Feel free to ignore any part of this ask...once again, I will swallow anything you give me :)

Maggie I literally love your prompts so much because they let me be a romantic, horny FOOL. lol Enjoy.

From the Domum universe

Pairing: Max Phillips x witch f!reader

Warnings: (NSFW 18+), jealousy, language, *trigger warning* Max is a vampire blood talk, piv sex-wrap it up, cowgirl, implied squirting, creampie *supernatural elements*

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He didn’t expect it to hit him this hard - didn’t expect the surge of rage to burn through his veins from such a small gesture. He saw the incredulous look on her face, the shock and it made him feel a tiny bit better; that is to say not nearly good enough.

He felt his hackles rise, the all too familiar bite of jealousy and white hot anger that someone would deign to approach her - his baser instincts screaming to hoard. To attack.

-

“Calm my love, it’s nothing.” You could feel the waves of destruction rolling off him and had you not felt the intensity you might have laughed him off. “Max - it’s nothing.” You looked over to where his attention was focused, to the young man staring at you from across the tavern - his gaze quickly shifting from open invitation to a dawning realization. Max’s expression was a dagger made of ice threatening to bury itself into his neck.

“Max.” You channeled steel into your voice - bringing his attention back to you. “Let us go home.” You brought your palm to his face, cupping his jaw - doing your best to soften the clenching of it. “Come, It’s time to go home.”

He followed you wordlessly, pulled along by your will alone.

“I’ve never seen you like that before Max.” His face was devoid of any emotion, it was as though he wasn’t there - for once, you imagined what his victims might have experienced back when he was still hunting for sport. “Max. I need you to focus on my voice. It was nothing - he didn’t know about us.” His eyes were unfocused and you knew he was deep in thought, and you could see what about.

-

He was registering what she said, he heard her words and felt her touch but he couldn’t stop imagining a day when maybe someone else's advances would catch her eye.

Is this how she felt when she saw me speaking to the girl? Is this what she fears?

It frightened him that it would affect him so, he’d thought that he’d conquered his baser instincts but if she hadn’t spoken in that commanding tone- he might have ripped the man to shreds.

-

“Max, there is no one else- there will never be anyone else. It is you and I. Forever.” You pulled him into the bed with you, confusion on his face. “Your thoughts are plastered all over your face, you have to know that just as I am it for you, you are it for me.” You smoothed the frown lines with a practiced hand, relishing the way he melted into your touch.

“I know my love, but what happens when you start to age, and I remain the same?” You came to the crux of it now, a deeper worry that only now reared its ugly head. “I will love you until the world fades - no matter your age.” His fingers were gripping onto you, clutching like talons- reluctant to let you go. “Will you resent me for my unchanging form?” There was a vulnerability in his voice that pulled at your heartstrings.

Oh Max.

“What makes you think I will age?” You kept your voice soft, basking in the warmth of your bed. His expression changed once more to confusion.

“You want me to turn you..?” He seemed taken aback, this topic of conversation wasn’t off limits - but it was certainly one he didn’t like to get into.

“I don’t need you to turn me to live forever my love.” You kissed his brow gently. “You forget what I am. I have my own means of keeping up with you. We’ve never spoken about forever but when I say it- I mean it.” His expression along with his grip softened, a soft smile lighting up his handsome face. He smiled into the kiss you placed onto his lips- taking in his soft sigh like sustenance.

Wordlessly you climbed onto him, straddling his hips with a smile. There were so many times that he did what he could to make you happy - to calm you, to reassure you that you were important and special and loved and now as you stared down at him; you wanted to do that for him.

You slid your hands under his shirt, pushing the fabric up and over his head with his help. You undid the laces of your dress, watching him as you did so - both of you keeping eye contact - letting the anticipation build steadily until you were both nude. His cock hardened under your gaze, under the light touch of your fingers before you moved up to slot it between the lips of your cunt. He hissed to feel the arousal he himself pulled out of you with ease.

“I am yours Max.” You slid along his length, the sensitive tip of him gliding deliciously over your aching bundle of nerves with each pass. “Only yours.” You moved maddeningly slow, stoking the eternal fire that burned in your belly for him - for his cock and his fingers and his mouth and his love and everything he gave you so willingly. “I want your bite Max, I want you inside me.” He groaned to hear the words fall from your lips and you saw him watch the movement of your breasts, his fangs poking out to taste you.

When he made to rise though, you stopped him.

“Not yet, I want to have you like this.” Your voice was breathless, hands splayed onto his chest now, a light sheen bloomed on your skin as you moved.

“Let me in my love.” He bucked up, making you gasp and your breasts bounce and you smiled when his lust blown eyes followed the movement once more. “Ride me.” His hands grabbed at your hips now, pulling you forward to catch the rim of your opening and although it was in you to drag it out longer you helped, simultaneously leaning down and lining him up to enter you. When you sat back he was fully sheathed - a shared groan filled the air of your home.

“Do you feel how wet you make me Max?” You ground yourself on him, feeling him so deep like this. “Don’t you know how good you make me feel?” You moved a little quicker, the words coming out shaky - the tip of him was hitting something forbidden, hidden away inside and it was enough to almost make you lose your train of thought.

He never missed a thing though, he pulled you down - his arms a vice around your body - your own arms pinned to your side.

He planted his feet on your bed and snapped his hips up - pulling an obscene moan from your throat. Over and over he thrust up into you - the angle he held you at put the perfect amount of pressure onto the pearl of you.

It was overwhelming, being powerless to do anything but be pressed against him and take what he was giving you. Blood pounding in your ears along with his panting breaths.

Your mouth hung open into the skin of his neck, the wet sound of your joining ringing through the room and your ears alike and when he bit your shoulder the wave of your pleasure crested much more forcefully than it ever had before. A full body shudder and a wet gush onto his lap didn’t stop him however. He drank from you in greedy pulls. His thrusts were harder and louder and when he finally painted your insides with his seed your legs shook.

His tongue soothed and healed the bite on your skin, his arms let go and moved to rub lovingly at your thighs and legs.

“I have never, and will never love another, the way that I love you.” He spoke the words into the damp skin of your hairline, pressing a soft kiss to compound the sentiment; as much a truth as it was a vow.

“I love you too Max.”

—-

[h0neypjm]

Confident 02 | jjk

↳ Summary: After giving Jungkook the best suck of his life he’s left wondering if what you said was true. Was it really your first time? ‘Cause Jungkook thinks you might’ve lied.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy! jk, our fav cheeky virgin reader!

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 8.8k

↳ Warnings: swearing, mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of being pressured into sex, mentions of body image, mentions of stds, Jungkook being very confused, no smut in this part

↳ a/n: here it is !!! thank you for all the love for the first part, i hope you enjoy this part ! please feel free to leave any feedback <3 

↳ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Previously...

“She said it's her first time.” He pauses, looking up at his friends' concerned faces. “I think she might’ve lied.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Jungkook groans, cradling his head before banging it on the table. The utensils on the table rattle and clang, bringing unwanted attention to his mini breakdown. Taehyung is quick to place his hand under Jungkook's forehead just as he goes in for another blow. “Ok, Jungkook- Jungkook!” Jimin giggles beside him. “Fucking stop, people are staring.”

Jungkook pauses and subtly peeks out of his long bangs, checking to see that Taehyung’s words were indeed true. He breathes out and sits up in his chair, fixing his shirt to play off that he wasn’t just having a mental meltdown.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “soooo are you gonna talk now, cause’ I have a horrible headache and you’re really not helping.”

Jungkook nods opening his mouth to speak. “Alright so uh, I met a girl last night and-”

“I thought you went home?” Taehyung shoves Jimin’s shoulder and Jungkook glares, “yeah, well that clearly didn’t happen.” He rubs his temples, “could you do me a favour and let me speak first, and then you can ask the questions. Ok?”

The two boys nod, settling into their seats as Jungkook delves back into his story.

“Alright so anyways, I saw this girl and like, I haven’t ever seen her before? She was literally perfect”. He exhales looking at nothing at particular as he continues. “Gorgeous face, prettiest lips and oh! speaking of her lips, God the way she sucked-”

Despite what Jungkook said earlier, Taehyung feels the need to intervene. “Ok as much as I love a good suck myself, I need you to stop here, we don’t need the graphics.” Jimin nods in agreement even though it’s clear he’s not paying an ounce of attention. Jungkook smirks at the memory, but it soon drops as he remembers one tiny detail. He places his hands on the table, total seriousness etched onto his face. “But here’s the kicker, she said it was her first time.”

Confusion. 

“So did you or did you not take her virginity?”Jungkook crosses his arms. “No, after that she just up and left.” “Wait, fuck”, Jungkook suddenly realises, “I didn’t even make her cum”, he groans and Taehyung bursts into laughter. This finally garners Jimin’s attention, his dazed eyes squinting. “Who’s the girl?” Jungkook sighs, “if you were listening before you would’ve heard me say that I don’t know her.” Jimin leans forward,“well can you at least describe her? I pretty much know everyone who attended the party”

Jungkook doesn’t have to think that hard. “She was wearing this plaid skirt and like a white top-” Jimin’s eyes widen, “Holy shit, Y/N?! Man, Jin’s gonna kill you.” This makes Jungkook pause, thoughts running back to the text he had received from Jin. “Wait, they’re not a thing are they?” Jimin chokes, “God no, they’ve been family friends since like forever, Jin’s practically her protective older brother.”

That explained his text earlier. Jungkook furrows his brows, more questions beginning to arise and spill out of his mouth. “How come I’ve never met her and if she’s a virgin, then how- how did-”, Taehyung cuts in, “dude she’s done other things before.” More confusion. “And how would you know that?” Taehyung smirks, shrugging as he gets up out of his chair. “I'm gonna get a drink, Jimin, you want anything?” God, his head is spinning. “Sure, you know my usual.”

It was the way Taehyung spoke too casually, like your lifestyle choices were common knowledge. How the fuck hasn’t he met you, yet his friends seem to be well acquainted with your existence? “What the fuck was that look?” He focuses on Taehyung from where he orders his drinks. “Did you see it Jimin? Kinda sus.”

Jimin remains nonchalant, blowing a strand of hair out of his sight before answering one of Jungkook’s urgent queries. “Jin never introduced you to her because well…” He looks Jungkook up and down with an unimpressed look. “You would get your grimy hands on her immediately. And Then after that, It’s like she never existed ” Jungkook opens his mouth, rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t argue with me boy, the second you met her, you already wanted her on your dick, did you not?”

Jungkook is shocked to say the least, jaw hanging open as Taehyung makes his way back to the table, drinks in hand. “Oh God, what did you tell him?” Jungkook slams his fist on the table, yet again grabbing the attention of people around them. “That is not true! I have standards, and what about you two. You guys are just as bad.” He points accusingly at the bruises peeking out of Taehyung’s loose shirt, “Look at Tae! Those hickies are probably a combination of the three girls he fucked last week!”

Jimin doesn’t want to get kicked out of the cafe, so he attempts to calm down a soon to be raging Jungkook. “Look, to put it nicely, you’re a heartbreaker, you lead girls on whereas Tae and I actually tell people we’re not interested in anything more than a hookup.”

Jungkook seems to understand where he’s coming from. He can admit, he does have quite the reputation if the amount of times he’s been slapped in the face says anything. But now, with this newfound information, he can also admit that you’ve certainly intrigued him, that was for sure.

Jungkook wants to see you again.

Not for a rump in the sheets, but rather a friendly conversation. 

It was just his luck that he had heard through the grapevine that you had been invited to one of Jin’s small pool party get togethers. If Jungkook was being honest, he’s quite excited to be within your vicinity again but he knows he needs to keep his cool. Especially after the series of death threats and slaps on the neck from Jin. He shudders at the memory.

And so, Jungkook prepares himself more than he usually does. He wants to do it right this time. No flirty teasing, just friendly innocent conversation. He makes sure to carefully pick out the right swim shorts that display the thickness of his thighs. Not for any sexual gain, more so to show off the hours spent at the gym in hopes that maybe he can get you to become more interested in him as he is to you. He sounds desperate, and he’s sure you’re not that materialistic, but he has this nagging want to impress you somehow. He huffs and does a few pushups, for extra measure of course.

He’s not sure as to why his brain decided to make him act this way. You’re more or less a stranger to him. However, when Jungkook begins his short journey to Jin’s house he really lets himself think, which usually isn't a good idea. 

Jungkook doesn’t know you, but you’ve definitely left an imprint in his mind which makes you all the more fascinating. It’s news to him that you seem to be very close to his small circle of friends which is probably thanks to your deeply rooted friendship with Jin. That new piece of information had been bugging him since the day he met up with Taehyung and Jimin. Surely his reputation couldn’t be the only reason why you’ve never met him. Right?

Parking his car in Jin’s enormous driveway, he makes his way up to the grand front door. Sometimes he wishes he could live a life like Jin. He grew up being fed with a silver spoon his whole life. Having everything paid for instead of rolling in the miseries of college student debt.

Once Jungkook makes his way into the large house, he sets down the drinks he had brought onto the kitchen counter and watches his best friends goof around and enjoy the summer sun with a warm grin. He chuckles quietly when Jin pushes Jimin and his perfectly styled hair into the pool. Jimin screams a slur of curses while Jin quickly runs beside a sleeping Yoongi for protection.

Slipping out of his loose oversized shirt, Jungkook scans the entirety of Jin’s backyard, looking for the face that has been haunting him since that fateful night. She’s not here. He reexamines the pool seeing nothing but the chaotic mess of his favourite people, and he sighs. Just as he prepares to step out into the blazing sun, the sound of his stomach growling stops him in his tracks. 

Thinking about you made him nervous. So nervous that his stomach couldn’t bear the thought of breakfast. However, after the realisation that you hadn’t arrived just yet, makes him do a full one eighty, long strides taking him to Jin’s expensive fridge.

His head is already deep into the fridge when he hears the sound of the sliding door opening, revealing a dripping Jin with a small scowl on his face. It seems Jimin finally got his revenge. “I’m starving you got any leftovers?” Jungkook queries, his head popping out from the cool air of the fridge.

Jin grabs a fresh towel and whacks it against Jungkook’s naked back. “What’s the point of even asking when you’re already going through my damn fridge!” Jungkook flashes Jin an innocent grin and glows when he discovers a small bowl of Chinese takeout. 

It very quickly dawns on Jungkook that in order to enjoy a nice warm meal, he would need to heat it up. His stomach all but roars, not used to the lack of food in its system and Jungkook wants to cry. He wants to cry and it's not from the angry hunger pains, but rather something extremely laughable. He has to use a fucking microwave. 

You’re running late, there’s sweat running down your brow and you feel like your arms will fall off any second. The weight of snacks and alcohol you had brought making you stagger as you finally enter Jin’s enormous home.

The one and only thing that’s on your mind is the refreshing feeling of slipping into Jin’s pool while sipping on an iced beverage. This motivates you enough to put all the strength left in your exhausted being to speedily walk into the kitchen and throw everything onto the counter. 

“AHH FUCK!” You flinch at the sudden scream, hugging your body protectively. Jungkook slowly pops out from behind the other side of the counter, his doe eyes big and wide. “You fucking scared me Jesus!” He exclaims, running a hand through sweaty bangs.

The air had escaped your lungs long before you could utter your next sentence as the sight before you has you freezing. There he was, Jeon Jungkook in all his glory. Tanned skin and taut muscle sculpted by the Gods. You didn’t mean to stare, but how could you not! Your eyes had a mind of their own. He’s glorious, every single part of him, and you’re not even afraid to admit it. Your eyes are quick to eat him up, tracing the art staining the whole of his right arm and you wonder what every swirl of ink means to him.

Jungkook coughs awkwardly, going in to scratch at his neck. You imagined he would tease you about your obvious ogling, but it never came. Strange. “Why were you hiding?” You ask, dropping your gaze from his body in order to arrange the snacks into neat piles, using it as an excuse to slowly step closer to him. “Oh! Uh-”, he scratches his head, looking down at his feet before jumping five feet into the air, a startled gasp leaving his lips when the timer of the microwave goes off. 

You burst into laughter and Jungkook flushes in embarrassment. Jin had told you about Jungkook’s embarrassing fear of microwaves but you never thought you would see it first hand. You hold in the laughs that tickle your throat and try to settle him down by lightly touching his shoulder. He flinches at your touch.

“Are you okay?” You’re really close to him now. Your chest is practically pressed up against his and Jungkook gulps. How was it possible that you could look even more stunning than the last time he saw you? Your cheeks are glowing from the soft golden rays of the afternoon sun and the way you look up at him, your soft smile curling makes his head spin.

“Yeah, I’m good”, he breaks eye contact in embarrassment. “Sorry, just uh, microwaves are scary you know?” You giggle up at him. Is this really Jungkook? The Jungkook you’ve seen flaunting a new girl every week just to abruptly break her heart when he can’t promise anything more than sex? 

You’re not complaining, he’s quite adorable like this.

You’re not too sure why his personality has the sudden switch up. It could possibly be the fact that he’s with his closest friends and doesn’t feel the need to put up his playboy persona. Although, the way he blushes when he looks at you plays a different story. Do you make him nervous? Surely not, if the memories of that heated night are anything to go by.

“So uh, are you gonna head into the pool?” His empty stomach is long forgotten as he gestures to the large backyard, you nod up at him excitedly. It’s then Jin decides to bust back into the kitchen, a stern gaze set on his face. “Y/N, can I speak with you for a minute?” Jungkook cautiously takes a step away from you, your bodies no longer close to each other and you notice this with a small frown.

“Yeah, sure”, you relent walking over to Jin who places a protective arm around your shoulders. Unknowingly to you, Jin traps Jungkook down with a hard stare and signals Jungkook to go outside, to which he accepts with a nod.

“I know what you’re gonna say, and no I do not see him like that”, you cross your arms defensively. Jin sighs, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” He places his hands on your shoulders, full lecture mode on. “Let’s face it, you’re a hopeless romantic, I can’t trust that you won’t do something stupid, but you and Jungkook… You’re both important friends of mine and-” 

You’ve heard his overprotective brotherly speech plenty of times, “I know, and I’m so thankful that you’re looking out for me. I just don’t see the harm in befriending him, you’ve never let me speak to him before.” Jin releases his hold on your shoulders to fix the mess of his wet hair, “and there's a reason for that.”

Why was he so damn hard-headed. Jin loves Jungkook like he loves his family. It just didn't make any sense to you that Jin could approve of their friendship but when it comes to you, he completely shields you away from any interactions with the so called playboy. 

“When are you going to stop protecting me from boys?” Jin senses your frustration immediately. “I may be younger than you, but I’m also an adult just like you. An adult that can make her own choices.” You exhale slowly, “You’ve let me befriend your whole group and they’ve been nothing but wonderful to me, I don’t see the wrong in getting to know Jungkook.” 

Jin lets his guard down. You do have a point, maybe he was being a little too overprotective. He gives you a soft smile, you look away. 

“You’re right, I am in no position to dictate your decisions and who you choose to hang around with, it was wrong of me to treat you like that. Jin looks out into the pool, watching Jungkook tackle Taehyung. “I’m sorry I was a bit too harsh, Jungkook’s a good kid, he just got into the wrong crowd at first. Although, you gotta promise to tell me if he hurts you, cause he knows I’ll beat his ass.” 

You laugh accepting his apology, “are you sure about that? He’s a literal muscle pig.” You both begin to make your way outside and Jin shoves you slightly, “hey! You know I’m right.” Jin shakes his head and brings you into a comforting hug. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He rolls his eyes, you beam up at him and together you walk out into the warm sunlight.

It hadn’t even been a second since you stepped outside, and already Yoongi’s long term girlfriend, Jieun is squealing your way. “Y/N! I’m so happy you're finally here, the amount of testosterone out here was starting to make me feel faint.” You giggle at her exasperated tone, pulling her into a tight hug. 

Nonchalantly you peel off your flowy sundress, it’s stickiness from your sweat making you cringe. “I missed you last week, why didn’t you come to class?” Jiuen pouts, “I'm sorry bub, I somehow caught a cold, but I trust you have some notes for me.” 

The way Jieun flutters her lashes at you innocently forces a roll from your eyes. Slathering sunscreen onto your arms, you reprimand her, “I swear you’re only using me for my notes, you literally never listen in class! Can you get my back please?”

She hums while you turn around, her small hands kneading sunscreen from your shoulder bones to the small dip in your back. Jieun continues to blabber on about the joys of life, not even checking if you’re listening to a single word she says. Instead your eyes are zeroed in on a certain someone.

Your staring is blatantly obvious but you don’t care. It’s only when Taehyung spots your burning gaze with a small smirk does he signal Jungkook to turn around to meet your flirty grin.  

Holy shit

The sun does a real great job of highlighting the gorgeous curves of your body adorned in quite possibly the smallest baby blue bikini he’s seen on a woman. Your breasts practically spill out of the tiny triangle cups and the pretty colour compliments your skin beautifully. 

Whilst Jungkook can admit you have one of the hottest bodies he’s seen in a while, his eyes surprisingly don't linger on your delicious curves for too long. Instead, he finds himself utterly enamoured by the way your eyes crinkle slightly when you smile prettily at him, your cheeks glowing with it. 

It suddenly dawns on him that you are the first girl that has truly enchanted him, and no, your ridiculously gorgeous body had little to do with it. 

Jungkook does not mind this change one bit. 

So, instead of staring at you like a gaping goldfish, he matches your flirtatious body language with a boyish grin and a small wave. His previous nerves dissipating only to be replaced by confidence and polished charm. He doesn’t want to scare you off with his sudden look of epiphany just yet, but the new unfamiliar feeling you give him is surely doing exactly that.

“My, my, Yoongi wasn’t lying.” Jieun stifles a giggle when she notices how Jungkook’s attention has steered towards you and only you. You’re quick to turn around, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?” 

“Oh you know… You and Jungkook”

You grimace, tired of the repeated topic of conversation. “Just because I sucked his dick once does not mean we're a thing” 

“Oh really? He’s asked me an awful lot of questions about you I was beginning to think otherwise”

“Wait, really?”

Jieun has the widest cheshire grin plastered on her face, it's starting to look quite unsettling.

“Really.”

You’re thoroughly shocked to say the least. You thought your fast, fleeting blowjob, sort of, was nothing special. A usual escapade to get his daily fill. Ordinary. Unmemorable.

However, it seems to be quite the opposite.

Jieun grabs your hand and swings it back and forth, exactly like a mother would do, although she’s merely two years older than you. “I know Jin’s been up your ass about Jungkook and frankly I don’t blame him he’s still a little shit from time to time but, he’s actually quite fun to be around and honestly I think his playboy tendencies seemed to dial down a bit since he met us.” The two of you giggle quietly amongst each other, quick feet making your way closer to the pool to avoid the scorching pavement.

Your toes are the first to dip into the pool and you practically moan at the cold water melting away the blistering haze that sticks onto your skin. The water is icy at your waist and you love it. “So my advice would be not to worry about him, instead it's his little army of plastic bimbos that you should watch out for.” 

“Ahh, internalised misogyny. We love to see it.” 

Jieun acknowledges you with a hum as the two of you float around the calming abyss. She then swims closer to you, nodding her head into the direction of a lonely Jungkook, who lazily stares at your alluring form. “I think your loverboy over there wants to talk to you.”

Jieun swims away before you can protest, leaving you to face the handsome man before you. His eyes are round and docile, yet his stare is tantalising, it pulls you in as if he’s slowly reeling you in with a rope. 

The water delicately ripples around your body when you approach him and you internally sigh in awe at the striking features of his stunning face. You want to use this opportunity to finally get to know him, and perhaps form a new friendship. 

You take note of the lack of Jin’s hawk-like eyes or for better the lack of any eyes on the two of you. You’re alone, huddled into one of the far corners of the pool, your conversation private, just for two pairs of ears. 

You open your mouth to speak, “So-”

“I-”

An uncomfortable silence stills the air and you both halt your words to giggle quietly amongst yourselves. God, this is awkward. 

“You go first”, You offer, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook follows the subtle movement of your fingers before taking a deep breath. 

“I feel like we should discuss the elephant in the room”

You're stunned. “Huh?”

“You know… That Friday night?”

Of course you knew what he was referring too, yet you wondered why as you honestly didn’t think that night had much impact on the man. 

With a raised brow you ask, “What about it?”

“I’ve just had a lot of... thoughts”

You scratch your head feeling puzzled. You’re sure Jungkook has had better blowjobs in his lifetime. Hell, Jungkook did most of the work that night. “Do you usually discuss the past hookups you have, or am I just lucky today?”

You’re teasing him, nevertheless Jungkook tilts his head back towards the sky. All he wants is clarification, only this conversation is heading down an awkward path, so he decides to spit out what’s been bothering him for the past few days.

“Okay listen, I know this is odd to say, but ever since that night, It’s like I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your ego inflates at his statement and you smirk. You knew you could suck dick well, but according to Jungkook you seem to have quite the talent.

You smile proudly, “damn, look at me go, I can’t believe I have the campus playboy wrapped around my finger.”

Jungkook scoffs, both in annoyance and embarrassment because shit, he could have worded that differently, now he sounds like the clingy girls he fucks.

“Yeah, yeah let’s not pretend like I was the only one enjoying myself here. Weren’t you the one practically begging to be touched?” 

You’re amused. “Weren’t you the one who couldn’t make me cum. Yet came from their own handjob?”

Jungkook tongues his cheek and looks away. The way you speak so casually intimidates him. No girl has ever spoken to him this way, in fact, Jungkook’s the one who usually likes to tease. He can slowly feel the creeping heat alighting his cheeks and God does he hope you don’t notice.

You patiently wait for Jungkook’s reply, a sly grin adorned on your pretty face. However, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he frowns and immaturely splashes water at your face. 

“Jungkook!” You sputter, wiping at your face to rid of the chlorine in your eyes. “What the fuck was that for?”

He shrugs, “sorry my hand must’ve slipped”

You don’t take that for an answer, your petty nature crawling out as you splash him back harder than he had done. “Hand slipped, my ass.”

You cross your arms smugly, a small laugh blossoming out of your mouth when Jungkook cutely rubs at his eyes. 

It’s after a minute when you realise Jungkook hasn’t stopped furiously rubbing his eyes. The circular motions of his hand move so intensely that it begins to look painful and irritating. “Fuck, it stings”, he exclaims in agony.

Shit, you inwardly curse, gently touching his wrist, concern lacing your features because you didn’t think getting chlorinated water in one's eye would sting that much. You analyse his facial expressions closely and you wince at the redness surrounding his eyes from his harsh rubbing. 

On the contrary, Jungkook knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s competitive and won’t back down from a fight, even if it’s just fun banter, so he continues his little scheme just for the fun of it and hides his small grin under his large hands.

You’re now slightly panicked, “fuck, Jungkook I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit the water that hard I-”

Jungkook cracks.

Ever so slowly, he peeps his eyes out at you and watches with a mischievous smirk as your face morphs from alarmed to annoyed in less than a millisecond.

You tighten your grip on his wrist and attempt to slap his hard chest with your free hand, however Jungkook’s reflexes are fast and he grasps your hand tightly, a teasing glint in his eye. 

“You little shit-”

All of a sudden a loud holler is heard from the front door, rousing a relaxed Jin out of his chair as he sprints while simultaneously yelling at the ruckus being made. It’s then a stampede of both familiar and unfamiliar faces come crashing in. Some jump straight into the pool to cool off from the blazing sun while others rush to the table of assorted alcohol, desperate to get an ounce of it in their system.

Word seemed to go around about Jin’s supposed small get-together unbelievably fast, causing the once tranquil Kim Seokjin into a raging volcano. 

You’re pressed right up against Jungkook’s solid chest and he surprisingly pays you no mind, even though your perky tits are deliciously pushed up perfectly against his body. Jungkook’s eyes are not settled on them, rather he pays close attention to the amount of people dangerously plunging into the pool at a fast rate.

Jungkook protectively hugs your shoulders to shield you from the rowdy party goers who definitely do not understand the definition of personal space. Your heart swells when he then delicately places your head in the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your fairly exposed body, essentially guarding you from frantic wet limbs and ignorant individuals.

You feel comfortable and safe, so comfortable that you wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while if it weren’t for the throng of college students delving into the cooling water. 

Jin’s house begins to fill with unexpected guests very quickly and you wonder how Jin is handling the situation. You suppose not very well when you see him whipping people with towels, red ears making an appearance and his booming voice following him.

Jungkook wants to get out and he’s sure you feel the same way which is why he smoothly slots his hand into your own, long fingers wrapping around your hand to carefully pull you through the growing crowd of people in the pool.

Whilst pushing past a variety of college students you are met with many stares, even worse, numerous envious eyes and whispers of possible gossip. You try your best to avoid their gazes, the hard stares reminding you of the last time Jungkook held your hand to push through groups of people. 

Water drips down the curves of your body and lands in little pools around you when you step out of the pool. At this point you’ve garnered even more turning heads that examine every inch of your skin closely. Their stares itch your skin and you feel akin to an animal kept in a zoo enclosure, curious eyes breaking down your confidence, you want to hide. 

You usually like to pride yourself on your confidence because you know you’re hot and you know your worth. It had taken many failed relationships to build up your self love and nourish the scars and memories of questioning if you’re good enough. 

You fight on and squeeze Jungkook’s hand, mostly for some sort of reassurance. It shocks you when he astonishingly squeezes back and softly rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. It’s almost as if he knows how you’re feeling. 

You glance up at him shyly. Jungkook keeps his eyes straight ahead. He smiles a different kind of smile than the one he had directed to you a few hours ago. His lips are in a permanent smug smirk. His usual playboy smile. He flashes it at everyone as if he’s asking for their approval and even goes in to high-five a few people who are unrecognisable to you. You soon realise that this is what Jungkook thrives on. People, validation and his notorious reputation he’s created for himself.

Jungkook lights up at the presence of crowds, flirty smiles and people calling his name, whereas you want to crawl into your skin and run away because from the perspective of outsiders it looks like you’re just another one of Jungkook’s flings that will soon be forgotten by next week.

Well, you hope you won’t turn out to be one of them.

At last you find yourself away from the heart of the party, your dress in hand but your body still wet nonetheless. Jungkook is in the same state as yourself, droplets of water dribbling from his dark hair and onto the timber flooring. He leans into your ear, “I’ll go get us some towels, stay here.”

He’s gone before you can reply, making small conversation when he passes by various people, his boisterous laugh echoing down the halls. 

You’re alone now, and defenceless at that. There’s not many people you know here, besides the few odd people you share a class with and some sleazy frat boys that hold a similar reputation to Jungkook. You want to find Jieun so you can hug her or maybe ask her if she can take you home, but she is nowhere to be found.

Fuck, You remember leaving your bag on the kitchen table, unsupervised with many personal belongings stowed away inside. Using your dress to cover the most of your exposed skin like a blanket, you stride over to the kitchen and sigh in relief when you find your bag untouched and in perfect condition.

Snatching up your bag, you grab your phone and immediately text Jieun to find out where the fuck she’s hiding, but there’s a part of you that knows she’s probably fucking Yoongi somewhere. Traitor.

Jungkook finds you to be in a completely different part of the house than where he asked you, one towel wrapped around his neck and the other draped over his arm. You haven’t noticed him yet, your frantic fingers texting a treacherous Jieun, “princess, didn’t I tell you to stay put?”

You’re startled. Switching your phone off you stick your arm out, waiting for Jungkook to pass you the towel but he doesn't. Jungkook gently pushes your shoulders so that you turn away from him and carefully wraps the towel around your body like a cape. You hold the edges of the fabric to help him hug the towel around yourself, keeping it tighter to your body.

Your voice is quiet, “thank you.”

Jungkook leans down to meet your face, “What was that?”

Even though Jungkook had been in the pool longer than you, his cologne still sticks to his skin and you kind of want to breathe more of it in, but that would be weird.

“Oh, I said thank you.”

You’re close to him again, although this time he towers over you with a look almost identical to a predator meeting its prey.

Jungkook’s eyes flirt around your face and descend. He shamelessly drinks up the swell of your breasts and whatever skin is visible amidst the fluffy towel around you. It’s strange. You had noticed Jungkook doing the exact same thing when you were alone with him. The difference though was that his looks were cursory as if he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Now, It's like a new persona had taken over him and he was ready to pounce at any sign of a green light. 

He’s stuck in a trance, fuckboy tinted glasses fogging his vision.

You force out a giggle and playfully shove his shoulder, “my eyes are up here, you know.” 

His reply comes lighting fast, he’s definitely been in this position before. “I know, just admiring them.”

Jungkook wants to hit himself the second his reply spewed out of his mouth. He desperately wants to reassure your unimpressed (though also very cute) face, because goddammit he wanted to be respectful. Jungkook knows he has a tendency to slip into a new personality when the right amount of people hyped him. Call it being two faced, he knows it's one of his fatal flaws. 

“I'm sorry.” 

He says it genuinely. 

Jungkook only just got to properly meet you, he doesn’t want to give you the wrong impression! He can admit, your first ever official meeting (moreso hookup) wasn’t ideal, yet the way Jin dragged him through the mud undoubtedly made him understand that you weren’t the type of woman that should ever undergo the treatment he puts his hookups through. Scratch that, any woman shouldn’t be treated the way Jungkook treats them.

You're now fully covered under the towel, not a sliver of skin on display. You don’t know if his apology was genuine. “It’s ok I guess, I expected nothing less from you anyways.”

“Right.” He’s messed up.

You clear your throat, “I’m gonna go get changed, maybe look for Jieun unless-”

Jungkook finishes your sentence, “-she’s fucking Yoongi.”

You exhale, “yeah.”

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The voice makes you halt at its familiar tone. Jungkook doesn’t notice your growing panic as he too freezes in his spot. 

No, it can’t be.

The world plays in slow motion when he walks into your line of vision. His assertive stride, smug smile and sharp eyes.

Jeong Suho.

His name explodes inside of you like a blistering fire yet your heart feels ice cold. He is the very man you have spent weeks trying to avoid and even more trying to get out of your head.

The world plays at a normal speed when he approaches Jungkook. Their facial expressions are the same, the way they greet each other is the same. They’re practically the same breed of fuckboy, born from the same mother.

“Been awhile since I’ve seen you around.”

Jeong Suho was a person that Jungkook didn’t really mind, In fact there was a point in Jungkook’s life where he would’ve considered Suho to be one of his closest friends. They were two peas in a pod freshmen year of college. Never giving a fuck about their education and always present for any opportunity to get completely wasted with as many girls they could possibly seduce. Nowadays, Jungkook would rather keep his distance from him.

On the contrary, you were one of the many girls that had fallen deeply for Suho’s alluring charm. You fell so hard, you thought that maybe just maybe there was a possibility that you could secure a future with him. Obviously that was not the case.

You thank your lucky stars that Jungkook was there to distract Suho while you make your haste escape. All you need to do now is somehow locate an unoccupied bathroom, preferably without having to walk in on someone getting it on, and then you could get the hell out of there.

You must admit, you look quite ridiculous right now. Navy blue towel wrapped tightly around your body, your small head peeking through. You could probably pass as some form of E.T cosplay right now. You don’t care if you look rude, pushing and shoving whoever stands in your way. You only have one goal and you’re so so close to succeeding-

“Wait, Y/N! Is that you?”

Fuck.

Do you run? Maybe duck behind some poor innocent student looking for a good time? You huff, you're already sticking out like a sore thumb, there’s no use in trying to hide when the enemy has already spotted you. Even worse Jungkook motions you over with a wide gleaming smile. If only he knew how much you’re dreading this interaction.

Grudgingly, you walk over, looking like an irritated gremlin with your towel still firmly secured around you. Jungkook makes matters worse by pushing the towel off your head, releasing your scruffy ball of hair. You grimace. 

“I didn’t know you knew Y/N?”

Suho sends a smirk your way. You however, glower.

“Yeah we go way back, don’t we baby?”

You force a tight lipped smile, howbeit you look as if you have a mild case of constipation. 

“Sure.” It comes out rough through gritted teeth.

Suho notes your frustration, a sly grin carving onto his punchable face. He turns towards Jungkook, seemingly blocking you from their conversation, yet you know Suho wants you to hear what he has to say.

“You know it’s a shame. Y/N’s gorgeous, ten outta ten body, knows how to put it to good use, however she never let me fuck her. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Jungkook stays silent for a minute, eyeing your shaking fists and angry eyebrows. Jungkook may be dumb, but he sure knows how to read a room, thus leading him to the conclusion that your relationship with Suho isn’t something you’re very fond of and that he should probably get you out of here.

“Uhhh no, that’s not weird at all actually. What I think is weird is the fact that you think you have this sick claim on every girl you’ve defiled and even worse, you’ve always had this strange need to chase after every virgin you see like some perverted cherry picker. Yeah, that’s weird.”

Suho laughs right in his face, spit grossly tickling his skin. “That’s rich coming from you Jeon, weren't you quite the cherry picker in your freshman days, no?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what he expected from this conversation. It definitely wasn’t this.

It's obvious that Jungkook isn’t a saint, he really fucking far from it. Although, one thing's for sure, it’s his absolute hatred for the way his brain was wired in his freshman year of college. Yes, Jungkook still remains as one of the standing campus fuckboys but he’s gained a few more brain cells since then. 

Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, only to be met with Suho’s back as he turns his attention towards you.

“Y/N, darling if I were you i’d make a run for it, ya know keep your chastity intact or whatever.” His smile is saccharine sweet, though his words are sickly sour.

The months of pent up anger stored within your being bubbles and overflows like a bad science experiment. You’ve quickly decided that now’s that time to expose the shitty excuse of a man, and quite frankly you don’t care that you have an audience. Actually, an audience would make this all the better.

Your finger is strong, pointing accusingly at his broad chest. “You know what you stupid motherfucker? Don’t waltz in here with that dumb smile of yours when you know you have some disgusting cheesy infection growing down there.”

Suho’s eyes widen slightly. It was no secret he was a walking STD, just about infecting every girl that was naive enough to sit on his dick. 

Everyone at the party has definitely stopped to listen to what you have to say. You even spot Jin from the corner of your eye sending you a proud smile. “And while we're on the topic of cheese, Learn how to wash your fucking dick!”

You don’t let him have a moment to speak, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and pulling him out of the house.

A few people applaud, some girls praise you on your way out. You give them no mind, you’ve had enough for tonight.   

Jungkook starts his car, no questions asked. It’s obvious to him that there’s bad blood between you and Suho. What you don’t know is that Jungkook can also relate. 

Technically there was no bad blood between them, moreso the hurtful memories and manipulation Suho put him through. To put it simply, Suho was probably the worst influence Jungkook could ever have as a vunerable freshman. 

The crunch of gravel and soft melodies that spill out of Jungkook’s radio converse with eachother and fill the defeaning silence that sits between you and Jungkook. 

Jungkook doesn’t even know where he’s going, he just drives. 

Every so often he checks up on you from the corner of his eye. Your knees stick tightly together and point away from him. Your fingers curl and uncurl, leaving cresent moons in your skin. And to finish it off, your face remains still, hostility completely washing over your features. If Jungkook didn’t know any better he would think you’d jump out of his car and make a run for it at the chance of him stopping the car.

It’s seven sniffles later when Jungkook decides he knows where he should take you.

The night sky is clear and the stars burn brightly to accompany the full round moon. It’s the perfect setting for release and maybe a screaming session if you’re up for it.

Jungkook makes a stop behind a forest of tall trees and a dirt path. You sit up immediately. 

“Where are we?” Your eyes are rimmed with tears, “I want to go home.”

Jungkook shuts the engine off, “you never told me where you live.”

“Well you never asked!”

Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled because from the looks of it, Jungkook just wants to help you out and clearly you’re not being the friendliest right now. 

You curl back into yourself, “sorry”, another sniffle.

Jungkook brings your fists into his hands and warmly opens them up. You refuse to look at him, it doesn’t deter Jungkook one bit.

Tenderly he brings a finger under your chin, gradually bringing your eyes up to his. Jungkook takes his time with you, careful to not set you off until you’re face to face with his warm eyes. 

“I brought you here because it’s apparent we both need let out some pent up steam.” He drags his fingers delicately across the curve of your chin and back into his lap. His touch is fleeting, you miss it already. “I just thought you may want to vent or just shout out into the void, it’s up to you.” You nod, fully trusting Jungkook’s intentions. “And at any time you feel like going home just say the word and I’ll take you there, okay?” 

Your heart swells in adoration at his caring nature, though you can’t help but wonder how he can have such a sudden change in personality depending on where he is and who he’s with. It’s unnerving. 

Jungkook clicks his seatbelt off and heads out the car, “put your dress back on princess, I’ll be out here waiting for you.” You mutter your confirmation and do as he asks.

The cool summer air kisses your skin and runs through your hair as you step out of the car. Jungkook is already by your side dressed in an oversize hoodie with another in his hand as well as a fuzzy blanket. 

Jungkook steps closer to you, holding the hem of his hoodie to slip over your body. Without a second thought you raise your hands causing Jungkook to chuckle at how cute you look dwarfed in his clothes.

The same cologne you smelled on his skin earlier lingers on every fibre of fabric around you. His scent is everywhere, swirling around your head, instantly calming down your anxieties. You smile at him, “Lead the way Jungkook.”

Jungkook leads you up a small hill and you notice the trees opening up to display a lush field of grass. However, the sight before you leaves you in absolute wonder. You stand completely still and take it all in. 

The night sky is dark but the city below illuminates is beautifully. Your gaze bounces over all the buildings, skyscrapers and their dazzling bright lights. It’s peaceful up here, you decide as you take a glimpse of the hundreds of tall structures looking so tiny, so ant-like.

Jungkook is settled behind you, his legs comfortably folded underneath himself. He remembers what it was like the first time he saw the view, which is why he doesn’t blame your stunned silence and glazed eyes. 

“How did you find this place?”

You find your way towards Jungkook and plant yourself right beside him. “I don’t know, I was just driving aimlessly one night and found it, It’s nice right.”

You hum, “it’s beautiful.”

Jungkook murmurs in agreement as you lie down on the woolly blanket beneath you. The stars twinkle and glimmer amongst the deep blue sky, creating a serene experience. You shut your eyes.

“I hate him.”

Jungkook looks down at you, you don’t see him though. “Suho?”

“Yeah”, you exhale deeply, “I can’t believe I had to see him again.”

Although Jungkook knows you can’t see him, he swivels his body around to face you properly. “Did you guys date or something?”

You scoff, “pffft you know Suho doesn’t date anyone.” You open your eyes, meeting a pair of round docile ones. You continue, “Suho was the first guy who every gave me an ounce of attention. Before him guys never looked my way. Jungkook remains silent, letting you pour out what’s on your mind.

“Suho had me fooled, I thought I was special to him, thought he saw something in me that was different from the others. Turns out that was his game after all”

You speak so animatedly, your hands wave around in the air, your eyebrows scrunch when the memories come back to you. “It’s stupid really, how I used to gush to him about finding the one person in the universe that was created just for me. I guess he used this as my weak point.” 

Inhale, exhale. 

“He made me believe he was that special person for me, used it as an excuse to pressure me into sex.” A tear rolls down the side of your face, falling perfectly in a straight line. “I almost gave in, but something just felt so wrong. Every time I said no he would call me terrible names, tell me that no one would want me if I never gave them what they wanted. And I believed him.”

Another tear escapes your wet orbs, Jungkook is there to wipe it this time.

“I broke it off after I found out he fucked my roommate and gave her some disease.” You chuckle, “I guess I’m lucky I never let him fuck me huh?” 

Jungkook’s heart breaks at your saddened eyes and the way Suho treated you, he sweeps a stray hair out of you face. “I think you dodged a bullet there princess, what he did to you was pure evil, no one, and especially you don’t deserve that”

You sit up, wiping remaining tears and thanking him as you go, “It’s your turn now.” You pat his thigh, “tell me why Suho got you so riled up tonight.”

Jungkook shuffles in his spot, “It’s actually kind of similar to you.”

You gasp sarcastically, “no way he pressured you into sex too?”

He laughs, eyes squeezing shut, “No, no, nothing like that.”

You lean closer to Jungkook, giving him the same attention he had given you. “My father left when my mother found out she was pregnant with me, so growing up I had no male figure present in my life. My mother stopped at nothing to give me that to the point that almost every week I’d wake up and see a new man drinking out of my favourite mug. I didn’t mind it because I was only a child and some part of me always hoped they would stay, but they never did.”

“My mom was a hopeless romantic. She held so much sentimental and idealistic views on love that it stuck to me. She always told me that there was someone special out there just for me.” You smile at the similar belief, Jungkook sighs. 

“Cut to college, Suho was the first friend I made. I had no experience with girls whatsoever, and I still held on to my mother’s faith. Whenever I talked to Suho about it he would always shut me down or make fun of me.”

“He told me that all my feelings are bullshit, and that I only felt that way because I’ve never hooked up with anyone before. Next thing I knew we were going to parties every week getting absolutely shitfaced and fucking every girl I laid eyes on.”

You nod, listening intently. “And tonight, he hit a nerve. What he said made me realise that I’m just as bad as him. He moulded me into this person and now I have a reputation.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop, “he broke my concept of love before I even got to experience it.”

You never knew Jungkook was in a place like this. You always thought he was like Suho, built to break hearts and show no emotion when it came to love. Jungkook was nothing like that. His heart was truly big, desperately longing for someone.

Placing your hand on top of his own you comfort him as best as you can, “oh, Jungkook, trust me when I tell you this, the love in your heart is not broken. Think about it, most people you’ve met have been through college right?” He nods, “there are so many other people out there that you’ve never met, soon you’ll be able to find that someone and learn how to love. I know you present yourself as this emotionless playboy, but once you let that part of you go it’ll feel so freeing.”

Jungkook stares deeply into your eyes, he’s so thankful that he decided to bring you here, he can’t contain his happiness. 

“Can I like, hug you?” Jungkook asks shyly. You smile, and it’s so big and bright Jungkook might as well be staring at the sun. Before he knows it, you’re tackling him into the most wholesome hug he’s ever had. You’re warm and you smell like vanilla, It feels like home.

“Get up”, he says abruptly, extending his arm to pull up your confused self.

“What-”, Jungkook cuts you off, “have you ever just let yourself scream?”

Jungkook has intertwined your hands together, and your heart pounds at the realisation of how well they fit together. “Well, no but I assume that’s what we’re about to do right now.”

He pulls you closer to the edge of the small hill, the view of the city sparkles right in front of you. “On the count of three, one- two- three!”

You scream, you let it all out and God does it feel refreshing.

The two of you sound utterly insane, but none you give a single fuck. You scream until your lungs burn and your throat itches you to stop.

The volume of both of your voices ring out into the night sky only for the moon, stars and yourselves. The night is still young but Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way.

With you he lets go of everything, all the past mistakes, all the hurt because at this moment he feels like he could fly, soar into the clouds. 

He feels infinite.

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[midnightunderground-npcs]

TW: blood, starvation, bone breaking, juno does a little munch on clifford

There was only so much gnawing someone could take before they tried to kill. The average human could survive nearly a month without eating under ideal circumstances. Longer than a week in bad ones. But an Undead - a creature born to eat and consume - well it was shorter for them. Five days was about as long as her dad could figure given the studying he’d been on her. Not that he ever studied too much. Respect your privacy, he had said. She repeated as many of those words from Dr. Henry Jones as she could, over and over again, like a record that could only loop, in hopes of keeping herself grounded.

It wasn’t working so well anymore.

After her and Lilith had put up a fight together, a futile one, but a fight heavy enough to break one of their captor’s noses, they’d split them into two different cages. Small. Too fucking small and too fucking cramped and too fucking hungry. The small things they were being tossed weren’t enough for an Undead’s appetite. They probably weren’t even enough for a humans all things considered. Mice were not rats were not pigs were not meals. She could feel the starvation starting to eat at her mind.

Lilith had warned her in pretty vivid detail what might happen during this time period, her personal hell, her very unraveling. She was jealous, honestly, that the older woman was managing to holder herself together better but maybe...maybe she’d been hungry once. Maybe she hadn’t been pampered by a doctor for a father. No, Juno knows she wasn’t.

It’s embarrassing that when the cage rattled, she practically jumped up and moved towards the door, praying that they’d drop even a small morsel to satisfy this pain. Or it would probably be embarrassing if she had the capacity to be embarrassed anymore. But now? Now it was only scent. Only hunger.

Dog? They’d brought her a dog? That’s what it had smelt like. She’d never wanted to eat one before but if it was something then it was something and she would take it greedily.

Sound. Sound. So much sound and so much loud and someone was talking and Juno couldn’t make out the words, she couldn’t make out anything but the hunger and son enough she had reached out, grabbed what she hoped was her food. It hit the ground with a hard smack and a grunt. Food was so close. It was big and heavy and she knew that if she could just get her teeth around it she would stop being so fucking hungry.

When she bit down, the dog screamed out in pain, but as she tried to rip flesh from bone, the voice cut through like a crackle in her mind.

“Juno. June, please. Fucking Christ your teeth are sharp. And here I thought the vampire bite I got in college was going to be the hardest thing to explain to my parents. Let go. Can you let go? Don’t bite down! Unlatch like...like a cat or something.”

Austin?

Juno pulled back, doing as he’d asked, the blood still staining her mouth, like a bitter iron as it dawned on her what she had nearly done. She could taste bites of bone and spit them out. Tears mixed with blood as her vision unblurred and she saw him, ankle practically split in two from the weight of her bite. Thankfully the wolf strength of his bones had kept it from snapping completely, but even then she could tell, she knew enough from the hospital, that this wound was going to be terrible.

“Austin? Oh my God,” she cried, gripping his face between her hands. “Oh my God I am so fucking sorry, A. I could have...I almost...”

“But you didn’t,” he whispered softly. A hand came to tangle in her matted brown hair as he pulled her into a kiss. Never in a million years could she have dreamed of kissing fucking Clifford Talbot, let alone in a cage where she was being starved to death, but she had nearly killed him, nearly lost herself, and he had grounded her.

“But you didn’t,” he said again, softer now. The pain was rather obvious in the way his voice folded in on itself and yet Juno clung to him and pressed her ear against his chest to hear the heavy pound of a wolf heart. 

They stayed like that for a moment, his hand in her hair, but there was only so much longer she was going to be able to stomach the smell of blood, the promise of flesh and food. “We need to get you out of here. Figure out a way to get them to move your cell, alright? I can’t...I can’t not eat you but Lilith probably could. And I know you could kill Mordecai if you needed to. God this is so...it’s so...”

“Whack?” Clifford supplied with a half smile.

Juno laughed, wiping her eyes with the back of her dirty sleeve. “Yeah. Whack. God I’m going to kick your ass when we get out of here. Are you ready to cause a problem?”

“J, you know my specialty is causing a fucking problem. I was born to be a problem.”

It didn’t take long until they can be enough of a problem together that someone came in to get Clifford. His leg was oozing blood, the Wolf kind that smells like iron and rust and could burn a human. It wasn’t hard to take him away with the pain and even as he was drug to his feet he howled in pain. The Hunter laughed. Of course he laughed. She reached out, squeezing his hand once, before he was gone and she was left to well and truly rot.

Austin was being dragged somewhere else. It was hard to tell where he was going when the pain in his ankle was so intense, so extreme and so fucking hard to ignore. But the cage opened and he was tossed inside, his bitten ankle cracking under the strain. He cursed out in agony and clutched his leg, blurry eyes adjusting to his new surroundings.

It wasn’t very often you saw your never aging grandma trapped in a cage and was happy about it. He supposed it had to be different given they were both trapped but now, at least, they weren’t alone. Clifford sat up, reaching for her and grabbing her hand. How he’d managed to keep it together for Juno was anyone’s guess but the second he saw the woman who had helped to raise him, all bets were off.

“Lilies...” he hadn’t used it in awhile, not since Cathy had really gotten in his head about the whole thing. But before then, when he couldn’t make the th sound right, he’d called her that. It felt better to say that now instead of anything else - a silent and profound apology for every horrible thing he had done. “Lilies...please don’t hate me. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

@lilieths​

[pandoraimperatrix]

Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be?

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*90's infomencial voice* Tired of Dick Grayson getting no character growth every season? Can't stand the lack of development? The fact that we barely got any DickKory content since season one? I have just what you need! *normal voice* Okay, so in this fic Dick died, and Rachel pulled an alternative version of him from a dying universe, a version of him that will not take his family, Kory and his life for granted, he's not perfect, but he's doing his best.

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Chapter Eighteen – All my pretty follies flung aside

Kory had completely underestimated how having her powers at her disposition boosted her humour. After being stuck in that nebula of sorrow, grief and anxiety for so long, right now, soaring  through the San Francisco sky, she felt amazing.

Powerful.

Beautiful.

Free.

And her fortuitous meet with Dick let her skin sizzling. The hungry way he had looked at her, X’hal…

Too bad all that hunger and desire wasn’t exactly for her, but to someone else that she just happened to look exactly alike.

Still, if Rachel wasn’t there, she didn’t think she would care very much if his heart didn’t belong to her. Despite her tamaranean considerations of reciprocity, right now, she liked him enough for the both of them. And if she had found him alone that morning, and he didn’t object, she would have pushed him against the fridge, fallen on her knees, taken him in her mouth and made him forget that there was someone else he wanted.

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X’hal… When had her become the desperate type? This was getting ridiculous. She needed to do something. But what? Donna didn’t do anything to help. Terrible friend she was!

Kory closed her eyes and charged forward toward a cloud, hoping the cold mist would help quench her ardour but instead, the wetness that took over her mostly exposed body only made her wish to dive back down and tempt him further.

She floated in the sky until the wind and the mid-day sun dried her body and hair completely. As much as she loved Earth and never wished to leave, it was important to remember who she really was. There, up above, away from humanity, she finally felt like herself. It was a sensation she never wanted to lose again.

When she landed back on the Tower’s rooftop, Donna was waiting for her with a terrible smile playing on her lips.

“Just look at her…” Donna teased, “are you sure that nothing happened in Metropolis?”

Kory rolled her eyes despite the smile that insisted on not leaving her face and just walked past her friend.

Donna held her wrist making Kory turn to face her.

“Donna, for fucks sake... ” If she wouldn’t help she could just stop rubbing in.

“Hey, chill. Look,” she shed her teasing tone for a more serious one, “I wanted to tell you first so we don’t ruin Gar’s party tonight, but Dawn called me, she needs help with a case…”

Kory’s glow faded a bit and she turned her whole body towards her friend.

“You’re leaving us.”

Donna gave her a sad smile.

“It was time. This was never my thing, I never wanted to be a Titan again, nevermind take a leading role. You and Dick are ready to take over now.”

“I know…” Kory sighed, she caught the hand that Donna had used to intercept her in her own hands, as if that would be enough to keep her friend by her side. “But it isn’t the same without you.”

“I damn well hope so! And for Eros sake if I leave and you and Dick still don’t get your shit together I’ll-“

Kory pulled Donna for a hug, muffling her threats against her hair. Closing her eyes shut, memories of her friend dying flashed under her eyelids and Kory held Donna a littler tighter before letting go.

“Take care of yourself there, Troy, I won’t forgive you twice for dying.”

***

Gar’s birthday commemoration was filled with all the things he liked the most, vegan food, videogames and electronic 80’s music. At first, he was a bit shy in his requests, not used to being the one on the e receiving side of attentions like that. Kory’s heart broke a little when she noticed that. She adored Gar, and wanted more than anything that he realized how cherished he was by her and their little Titans family.

“I have a surprise for you,” Dick said when they were all reunited in the living room, he had just pushed a huge box wrapped in colourful paper from inside the elevator. The scene was almost comical, as the box was as tall as Rachel. “You know I didn’t have my assets until very recently, so I didn’t know if it would get in time, but I’m happy it did.”

“Oh my god, Gar!” called Rachel slapping the birthday boy on the arm and looking more excited than he was.

“Please don’t tell me you put a dog in a box, Dick,” begged Gar cringing and rubbing his abused arm. He and Rachel had been throwing hopeful lines about adopting a dog since Krypto left with Conner.

“It’s not a dog, we are not getting a dog,” deadpanned, Dick. He then tapped the box as if to prove that nothing alive was inside it. He had his forearms naked that night, had pushed his jumper’s – that was skin tight, mind you – sleeves up. He was decided to ruin her life.

 “Open it, Gar,” Kory said, “I’m curious,” her eyes met with Dick’s for a moment, and she shifted, needing to be in movement.

The boy handed her his cup of soda and moved towards the box. In very Gar fashion, he tried to unwrap the present neatly, but as the thing was massive, he started to struggle rising muffled laughs from his audience.

“Rach, some help!” He pleaded and his sister joined, pulling chunks of paper and cardboard and urging to do the same, soon, even Dick was helping. Under the paper and cardboard there was a lot of bubble wrap and Gar let a screech of frustration. “Come on, man!”

“I didn’t personally packaged it, Gar,” explained Dick, also looking very frustrated, he had grabbed small knife she never had noticed before he kept hooked to his belt to slice the tape used to hold the bubble wrap encased around the mystery present.

Finally, Gar seemed to pull a huge piece of wrap from the object and the stylized word “Gauntlet” appeared in yellow and green.

“SHUT UP!” Gar shouted, eyes and mouth agape, Kory exchanged an amused look with Donna who was badly hiding her snickering behind her margarita.

“What?” asked Rachel clearly not getting Gar’s excitement but wanting to join him at it.

“Just the best game ever! And in original arcade!” Gar then ran to Dick giving him a bear hug and then stepped back, as if uncertain, Dick then pulled him closer, his eyes shut and a warm smile in his lips. Kory felt her heart float to her throat and finished her margarita to force it to its place.

Realization fell over her, and it came with a mix of sadness and a huge chunk of relief too. Dick had ordered that while they were at Mertropolis. Somehow, in the middle of all that storm of complicated feelings he had remembered Gar, remembered and taken time to make their boy happy.

That, somehow, out of all every single sign, made things pretty clear to her.

***

 “What is this?” Dick asked as they met later, alone in the corridor. He looked so much more alive than he had since he dropped from that tear in fabric that separated the universe. With his bright eyes and dimples, the hair wasn’t entirely neat either after all the partying with the kids, making him look young, boyish.

Everybody had already gone to bed, bellies full of cake and fingers hurting from playing for the best part of the night. Donna was terrible and cursed a lot, Rachel moved her whole body following the character’s actions, Kory was forbidden from playing again after hitting a button too hard and almost breaking the toy. Gar attempted to spend the whole night trying to beat Dick’s high score, but was sent to his room, since was after midnight and his birthday-boy voucher expired.

Kory had taken the opportunity of her banishment to get something from her room. It was not easy fit, but the margaritas Donna prepared helped her to gather courage.

“An apology,” she said in a tight voice, “give me your hand.”

“Koriand’r, I don’t w-“ he started, with a hint of impatience, he must have seen the hurt in her eyes, because he stopped, took a deep breath and stretched his hand to her. “You’ve already apologized enough.”

“I know,” she breathed, eyes lowering to his hand, taking it first with her free one, her thumb caressing his calloused palm with yearning “this is the last one,” she smirked at him and added, “I hope.”

And then Kory took a deep breath, “I am sorry. I used you, that night in Gotham.”

He sighed, tightening his jaw.

“I consented.”

Kory smiled sadly at his mater-of-fact answer.

“Yes,” she agreed, wrinkling her nose, “but I still regret it.” His hand twitched over hers as if he was about to pull it, but to her relief, he didn’t. “It wasn’t fair to neither of us, and the way I left…” His eyebrows rose at that, it was clear that he didn’t think he would ever hear her acknowledging that, “and how I acted after… Well,” she pushed her hair away from her eyes, “I know I hurt you then, but… I needed you to understand that, back then, you were not who I really wanted, and I felt like I was betraying those feelings… I wasn’t who you really wanted either,” her voice faltered, “not really, and I felt like… Like I was disrespecting you and her too.”

Her lip trembled and she finally placed the object she was holding on his palm. It was a batwinged domino mask. Nightwing’s mask.

“But now… Everything changed and… Well, even if I’m not her, and you don’t want me… You don’t need me to be Nightwing, or the leader of the Titans or Gar and Rachel’s dad,” Kory caressed the black lines of the mask with longing. “X’hal knows you’ve done a better job than… He ever did. Tonight with Gar… I can’t place him in that scene but I can see you in all the memories I have with him. And it breaks my heart, because I loved him, I love him, but I’m also proud of myself to have honesty enough to say this, because it’s true.”

They remained in silence for a moment after that, hands still linked, then, Dick covered her hand with his.

“I’m surprised and happy you think so,” he finally said, voice just a little louder than a whisper, “but I don’t think I get your point, and I don’t agree entirely either.”

She licked her lips and rose her eyes to gaze into his again.

“You don’t need me to fit in this family. Never did. I tried to pretend you didn’t to protect myself, because I was so ashamed… But I don’t know what I am protecting anymore when none of my fears are turning into reality.”

Something crossed his eyes then, was it fear or hope?

“Koriand’r…”

She meant to only give him that mask and nothing else, but it seemed impossible to stop the words coming out of her mouth.

“And I really tried to stay away from wanting you, because... And I’m being honest here when I say I tried with my all to separate the two of you inside my head and my heart, but I can’t… Look… I’m so tired of denying something obvious, we’ve both lost enough and if I’m wrong, if you do want me-“

She never had the chance to finish that sentence.

And it took her a moment, although a very small one, to realize that his lips were moving over hers. But after that first shock, Kory seized power pushing her body flush to his, with the all the desperation for his touch that she had been feeling. The last thought that crossed her mind before it was overtook by passion was that, there was no way all this intensity was product of only how her body was responding to the return of her powers. This was about him, it was about them. 

Kory’s hands went straight to his lower abs, pulling his jumper up and seeking skin, one hand sliding to his hip while the other went even lower, checking over his pants how far he was and momentarily breaking the kiss with a moan when she found him rock hard already. Dazed eyes mirrored hers and Kory let out a shaky satisfied laugh.

Then, she jumped on him, tying her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, as he answered by supporting her weight by grabbing her thighs as if their moves were rehearsed. Dick took advantage of their position to bit her chin and lick down her throat as he blindly guided them to his room.

As soon as the door clicked behind them, Dick pressed her against the wall, she could feel the familiar shapes that formed his body hot and real and so impossibly close, but she wanted closer, she wanted more, she wanted every part of him, she wanted to forget they were two separate beings and merge her skin to his forever.

She wanted to feel him inside and all around her, wanted to feel his breath inside her lungs and, his blood running in her veins, wanted to end this spell of separation.

Her fingers entered his hair, undoing his bun, massaging his scalp with the tip of her fingers and running her nails over his skin, a move that made him moan loudly against the valley of her breasts where his exploration of her throat had lead him. Trying to pull him back to the kiss, Kory pulled his hair, their eyes met again and he understood immediately, kissing her again, pulling her lower lip between his teeth. For a moment, it looked as if he was about to say something, but Kory bucked her hip forward and his eyes fell shut in pleasure, she used the opportunity to kiss him once again, one of her legs slid down hooking around his thigh giving them a deeper angle to their dry humping.

It wasn’t with considerable regret when she finally pushed him away, his confused look made her stomach flutter with expectation, but she didn’t give him opportunity to complicate things, by moving her hands straight to his belt. Somehow, her hands were still steady enough – feat her knees were barely accomplishing – to undo the buckle and pull the leather strip in rapid smooth movements. His fly was even easier and soon enough he had her hand full of his throbbing cock.

“I want you inside, now.”

“But Kor-” he panted, always with the complications that one, always with his objections. She didn’t have time for that. They could make sweet sweet love late, now, she needed to be fucked.

“Now.”

Kory turned around bending forward and pulling her short skirt up with one hand while the other slapped flat against the wall for support.

The jerk took his time, pulling her hair aside and kissing her back while he pulled her soaked panties down.

“For fucks sake, Grayson!” Kory protested with a strangled voice.

He actually chuckled at her anger and then he fucked her against the wall. The first thrust so had and sliding so easily into her that Kory’s eyes watered. She was so glad he had enough brain remaining to help her to support her own weight, unless she would have crashed her face against the plaster in a very unsexy way. His hand crossed her chest with no regards for the annoying barriers of her shirt and bra, forearm giving her a little additional support as his fingers kneaded her breast hard. Kory rocked back with him and turned her head behind, for a moment regretting her choice of position, desperate for having his mouth against her again.

She let go of the skirt she was somehow still holding in a vicious grip and reached behind, pulling a fistful of chestnut hair. In that position and with their frantic movements, kissing properly was impossible, but they settled for a sloppy half-way thing that didn’t last because as soon as his fingers started playing with her clit, all presumption of control was lost. Her arms gave and Kory found herself flat against the wall, mouth half open in a long gurgling moan, as he let go of her breast to pull her leg up, bending it over his hip for a deeper penetration. This new angle, together with his onslaught on her clit made Kory shatter, the universe breaking in a million pieces as her body shook between Dick and the wall.

He pulled out of her and all Kory manage to do to protest was as weak sob, suddenly, he was gathering her pudding structured body from the wall, and turning her to face him, he sweetly kissed her eyelids and held her against his chest petting her hair as she calmed down. His gentleness somehow not feeling at all out of place when he had just gave her an orgasm that made her legs useless and his cock was still hard as she could feel it against her belly.

Suddenly, Kory found herself being carried to his bed like a bride.

“Don’t get soft on me now, Grayson,” she teased drunkenly sucking at his neck and playing with his hair.

He responded by taking her hand away from his locks and leading it to his dick.

“Do this feel soft to you, Princess?”

Kory gave him her deepest dirtiest laugh and bit his shoulder.

“You wanted rough,” he stated putting her on the bed and raising his hands to take off his shirt, “I gave you rough,” he climbed on the mattress, one knee at each side of her body as Kory herself shimmed to the centre of the bed, “but I plan to make this last.”

“I like a man with a plan…” he smiled at that and leaned for a kiss, but Kory stopped by cupping his face, looking intensely into his whiskey eyes. “But Dick, if you’re worried that this is another one-time thing… It isn’t.”

“Koriand’r…” he said her name like a prayer, eyes closing.

“It isn’t just about sex either, hey, look at me,” he did. “I want you, understand? You.”

He bent down to kiss her slowly, but instead of continuing with more exploration of her body, his hands went to his own neck, and Kory followed with the corner of her eye, as he blindly placed a metallic chain on his bedside table. The object slid down to the floor with a small thud, but before it disappeared Kory recognized the tamaranean ring, her family’s royal shape. She pulled back from the kiss, he didn’t say anything, just stared at her. Parallel version or not, he still wasn’t very good with words. He held his face in her hands, followed the path of the scar on his temple with her thumb. There was no way to change the past. She might see them both as one, but it was clear the divide when he thought about her and the other woman.

It didn’t matter.

She wouldn’t let it matter.

He belonged to her now.

“Take me out of these clothes,” she ordered against his lips.

“Hmm,” he made and started with her corset top, pulling its frontal zipper down, and feasting on her feverish skin. Kory saw stars when his mouth closed around her nipple. She had no idea of how he had taken off her bra so fast. He was everywhere at once, and despite his claims of making it last, soon enough he was biting her naked hip and her skirt was gone too, and Kory was pressing her thighs together desperate to have him inside again.

“Boots on?” Dick had the cheek to ask, his lips now on her knee.

“No, I want to feel you with my entire body.”

“As you wish,” the intensity with he said those three little words rose tears to her eyes again. And when he finished taking off her boots with reverence you’d think he never loved anyone before, Dick seemed to notice the tears escaping from her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Kory said with a teary laugh, wiping her tears away with the tip of her fingers, “nothing at all. Come here before I continue without you.”

“You say like that’s a bad thing,” he said with a boyish smile.

Kory rose one eyebrow at that.

“Another day?”

“It’s a date,” he tested.

“We can do that too,” she said in a tone she hoped was enough to quench all remaining suspicion.

“You really mean it, then?” Realization seeming to finally get to him.

Kory just rolled her eyes and pushed her body up, tired of waiting, she walked on her knees until they were face to face. She leaned in, pretending she was about to kiss him, and then pushing him down on the bed, her heart swelling with his sigh of elated surprise when she only turned her back to him to straddle his torso, offering her dripping cunt for meal while busing herself with his cock.

A boost of desire made her whole body sizzle when he cursed loudly at the feel of her mouth around him, but it didn’t take long until she felt his tongue reciprocate, first cleaning her juices around her lips and then lapping at her clit as his fingers fucked her opening. Trying to not lose concentration would be a challenge, thank goodness for those long talented fingers of his. She bobbed her head up and down, cradling his balls with one hand as the other stead herself by grabbing his thigh.

It was with quite an air of victory that she was dragged off his body by his strong arms, she was giggling, when her back hit the bed again.

“Too much?”

“You are a witch,” he accused her and then dove back to her pussy, pulling one of her legs up his shoulders and turning her giggles into a mute scream as her walls closed around his fingers in no time.

He as the one full of mirth when she resurfaced.

“Too much, she said, and then came immediately,” he said with an air of self-satisfaction.

Kory rolled her eyes.

“Tsc. You still bailed first.”

He was licking her juices out of his fingers.

“For a good reason.”

“Yeah?” she swallowed.

“Yes.”

“Come here,” she whispered stretching her arms for him.

Then, he was inside her again, their foreheads against each other, her leg hugging his hips in a vicious embrace, almost too tight for them too move.

“Koriand’r…” he called kissing her cheeks, his long hair tickling her nose, adding tenderness to the suffocating pleasure.

“Please, Dick, please… Hader.”

“Whatever you want,” he panted against her ear, “come to me again.”

He lifted them up, sitting on his heels, her legs remained locked around him as they rocked together, Kory’s orgasm came with a tearing scream, he gave a couple fellow thrusts upwards before finding his own end too.

They stood there, in that embrace until, Dick seemed to get uncomfortable holding both their weights and lied her down, still wrapped around her body like a lazy octopus.

“We need a shower…” she whispered but didn’t move a muscle, her legs were very much trapped and X’hal… He was still inside her, and although it felt weird, she wasn’t exactly ready to let go either.

“Uhum,” he agreed, but was as spent and immobile as she was.

Kory’s eyes refused to keep closed as much as she only wished to get comfy and pass out.

“We are really disgusting.”

He agreed with another hum, but didn’t bulge.

“Need to change the sheets… I’m not sleeping on a puddle of cum.”

That did something, he started to shook, he was laughing. Oh X’hal, why was that making her heart race so fast? His arms loosened around her and he climbed off her, she hissed at the feeling of emptiness as he pulled out, and then cringed at the sensation of his warm seed leaking to the mattress.

“In a few moments, princess,” he assured her, “just let my soul return to my body.”

Kory turned to her side, resting her head on his shoulder.

“That good?”

He gave her half-smile, he looked properly fucked with messy hair sticking up in places and other glued to his sweaty forehead, eyes so bright you’d think they could actually shine like hers.

You couldn’t say it was the same man that carried tragedy like an armour and a shroud.

She made that.

Not anyone else.

She was that good.

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Sooooo, what you think? XDD

[spideyspeaches]

Can’t escape (the way I love you) ↬a.r

A/N: This is a repost from my old account :) @th0ttie4tommy​ here you go :)

Warnings: cursing, use of wooden spoon, seX, canon typical voilence-ish)

MINORS DNI

WC: 3.1K

Summary: after running away from knockemstiff, Arvin finds his way to Cincinnati and finds a girl instead.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Masterlist || Taglist

Sleep didn’t come easy to Arvin now that he was hitchhiking his way to Cincinnati. Flashes of his daddy on the prayer log with his neck cut off, Lenora’s limp body hanging, the preacher bleeding his guts out and even the photograph of the whore- the Sheriff’s little sister- all played in his mind like a broken record.

Sighing, he leaned back on the seat and watched the long haired driver honk on the ongoing vehicles, the noises sending shards of pain up his skull. He really wanted to sleep, and maybe smoke a cigarette, but he didn’t want to think about the possibilities of what would happen if he slept in a random stranger’s truck.

Just the thought of sleep reminded him of the old man and the whore’s faces, making him sit up straight.

“You okay there boy?” The long haired man raised an eyebrow, looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Arvin shook his head, wincing at the movement as his sore body struggled to not give in to the strong pull of sleep.

“I’m good. How far away are we from the city?” He asked, gritting his teeth as he saw the Sheriff’s car go past them.

“We have a long way to go. Why don’t you take a shut eye meanwhile?” The driver said.

“No thank you. I’ll stay awake. Sleep is for the week and all.” He mumbled, fixing his cap.

“Okay, if you say so” The driver responded, shrugging and continued driving.

Arvin looked out of the window, watched as the trees passed by, a lonely dog making a trek as it wiggled it’s tail. His heart gave a thump, chest aching as the dog reminded him of Jack. He really missed the mutt, he didn’t deserve the death it got.

Pulling his cap over his eyes, he squinted at the slight indication of dawn, the pull of sleep too strong to ignore now. His mouth went slack and neck bobbed with the wobbly rout, a huge yawn leaving him, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

***

“Hey kid! Wake up!” The man said, shaking out of his sleep. He woke up in a disoriented haze, head throbbing harshly against his skull, body heavy with exhaustion. Sitting up with a gasp, he saw that the man had stopped the truck, panic seizing his lungs. Was that it? Would the driver pull a gun on him just like those Henderson whores had?

Looking around, he noticed a small diner, stomach growling with hunger, as if in response to seeing the place.

“Whe- Where are we?” He said sharply, noticing the driver’s eyes trailing him. He shuddered at the man’s gaze.

“We’re at a rest stop. Figured you might be hungry.” He replied gruffly, getting off the side door, “You comin’ or not boy?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll be there.” He whispered. Maybe he could run away from here, hitchhike another ride to the city. His eyes landed on the board on the corner of the road. He was relieved to find that he was already in the city.

Before he knew it though, his feet were carrying him towards the diner, a cigarette making its way to his mouth as an invisible string pulled him towards the small place. He complied, too tired to make anything of the situation.

The bell rang as he opened the door, pushing himself inside before he could think. Taking an empty seat, he leaned on his hands as his heart stuttered to a stop.

Literally stopped.

It felt like he was in a parallel universe filled with coincidences, flashbacks of his old house back in Ohio, his daddy sitting on a ratty stool as he talked about his mama . Because in front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He remembered his daddy telling him how he met his mother in a diner in a small town, just like the one Arvin was in right now.

Throwing away the butt in an ashtray, he tried to speak, but no words came out. He stuttered a small smile, looking at your bright eyes as you said something.

“What do I get for you honey?” You asked in a soft voice, oh your voice was such a melody.

“A coffee would be good.” He finally said, licking his lips and thumbing his wallet nervously. He hadn’t left with much money.

“You look like you need solid food and aspirin.” You smirked, pouring a hot cup of coffee in front of him. You slid a cheesecake, smiling at his surprised expression. “It’s on me.“

"Oh- I uhm. Thank you.” He nodded. He took a bite of the soft dessert, nearly moaning at its sweet taste. His taste buds were jumping from the onslaught of the sweet flavour, sighing as he sipped at the bitter coffee. It was the best food he’d had in a few days.

Turning around in his seat, he saw that the driver was nowhere in sight. Great. He had ditched him. Thankfully he still had his belongings with him.

Turning around again, he fidgeted with his fingers just as you appeared in the line of his sight.

“You’re not from here are you?” You ask, wiping your hands on your apron.

“No. How’d you know?” He raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing on his face.

“Well you look quite lost. Do you have a place to stay?” You leaned forward, the open collar showing just a little bit of your cleavage. He licked his lips, trying not to stare.

“I don’t actually. My ride ditched me.” He shrugged, “thanks for the cheesecake by the way."

"Oh it’s alright. The leftovers go to those bloated buffoons anyway. You looked starved, so I wondered why not?” You collected the cutlery from the other customers, shouting orders at the kitchen for the others. “You say your ride ditched you? My grandma owns a motel not far from here, I could get you a room to stay for s while."

"Oh no no no! That- you’ve already done so much for me and you don’t even know me!” He stumbled. He wasn’t used to this sort of kindness, considering the shit his life took in the past few months.

“It’s no trouble really! I’m just going there after this shift anyway, will probably stay in the penthouse for a while.” You said.

Before he could say anything to confirm or deny your offer, You were removing your apron, handing it to another girl as you hopped over the counter.

Fixing your dress and hair, you go to the back of the kitchen and yell something at the manager, walking out of the house, looking behind and silently asking him to follow.

Arvin tried to follow you, sighing in relief when he found you leaning against the wall in the back. But instead of calling out for you, he scrambled for a cigarette, groaning internally when he found only one left and lit it with a matchstick. Taking a drag, he breathed in the familiar burning in his throat, leaning against a pole.

He felt more than saw you eyeing him from the corner of his eye, heart speeding up like he was in highschool and had a crush on one of the girls or guys. He hadn’t stuck around much to date anyone, but the time he had making out with them was good enough for him.

“My name’s Y/N by the way.” You said, biting your lips as you looked at him.

“Russell Arv- I mean- Arvin Russell.” He stuttered, pulling out the joint from his mouth.

He took a deep breath, letting the silent roads and windy weather calm his racing heart down. He thought about leaving right there, not wanting to get someone who looked as innocent as you did, in a mess like his life was. Before he could walk away though, you were walking towards him, biting your lips.

“Uhh, so my grandma’s place?” You asked nervously.

“You barely know me and you’re letting me stay with you. For all you know, I could be a murderer.” He joked. You chuckled and made a face at him, dragging him to your Cadillac. He followed anyway.

(He almost laughed at how ironic he sounded, shaking his head internally.)

“Thanks for letting me stay Mrs. L/N” He smiled at your grandma as she shook his hands, enthusiastically shoving cookies down his throat and excited that you had brought a boy with you.

“She’s nice."

"She’s the best.”

He intended to stay for a day and hitch a ride, stay far far away from this place. He didn’t want to corrupt these people, he tried to reason. But he couldn’t let go, he just kept interacting.

(A little girl in the neighbourhood liked to play with his hat. He smiled at the small child, surprised to find the unadulterated happiness that radiated off the wee kiddo when he played with her. The people smiled a lot too.)

A day turned to two, two to a week and then nearly a month passed and no one asked him once why he lived with a girl and her grandma.

(Or why he flinched every time he saw a gun or an officer of law walk by).

He also managed to score a job at the diner, for washing the plates. He found that he didn’t mind helping people

You didn’t know how fast time could pass, and as it grew it’s sneaky tendrils, your heart grew a mind of its own as you spent days fantasizing your time with him, of you under him as he fucked you senseless.

Tracing his biceps, you leaned forward, mouth nearly touching his. He cupped your jaw, grabbing your waist and lifted you off the ground, slamming you against the concrete wall and kissed you.

Your mouth tasted like berries, which berries he didn’t know, maybe strawberries, fuck if he cared. Maybe it was your Chapstick.

“Arvin.” You moaned against his mouth, hands reaching for the collar of his shirt as he shoved you against the wall, holding your ass to keep your balance. His tongue swirled around your lips, hands sliding up your legs in a soothing motion.

You could taste the nicotine in his mouth, but you couldn’t be bothered. All you wanted was this beautiful stranger right now. A stranger who you felt like you’ve known your whole life.

“Shh sweetheart, don’t want anyone to hear us would we?” He whispered in your ear, holding his hands over your lips to shush you. You nodded, eyes half closed as you enjoyed the feeling of his rough denim rub against your thighs, the sheer friction of his movements causing heat to pool your gut.

“Arvin,” you moaned softly, running your hands through his hair, “Arvin, wait. I- I know a place."

He stopped for a second, Looking at you with a bewildered expression. "What kind of place?"

You gulped, getting off of him and walking around and outside the master bedroom, making sure no one was in the corridor. Following you, his eyes grew wide as he saw you open a door to a dungeon, switching on the flickering lights to reveal a small square area room.

The room was dimly lit and dusty. It was surrounded by racks but he could not see what was kept in them. In the centre though, was a single obsolete piece of wooden slab surrounded by long rods of metal attached to it. It must have been an old hospital bed- the kind the troops used. It sat flat against the floor. He looked at you again.

"My daddy used to bring things from the war, whips, guns, handcuffs. Everything. Everything.” Your low voice sent chills up his spine. With shaking hands, he scoured the cupboards, wiping off the dust from his fingers as he came across a pair of brass knuckles and handcuffs. Fingering them, he looked at you as you nodded.

“Do you- do you want me to use ‘em? On ya?” He said. He could feel his already hard dick throb painfully almost, the lust in your eyes making him feel things.

“Use them on me Arvin. I wanna feel you use the cold metal against me as you fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk tomorrow.” You suddenly push him against the cupboards, his back hitting with a thud as you traced his chest through his shirt, scrambling to remove off the offending clothing.

You scratched his chest lightly, fingers gliding against his pecs and abs as they clenched, moving in a sensual manner. He was impatient, you could practically smell his excitement in waves. The scent of his cologne was overwhelming in a way that made your insides tingle with your own arousal.

“Fuck- sweetheart.” He whimpered, his legs weak for you, waiting to feel your walls.

Kissing his neck and then chest and nipples, you dig your teeth around the skin, eliciting a moan deep from his throat. You were shaking with anticipation, hastily removing your frock and throwing it to somewhere. He held you for a second, admiring your body and giving you a gratifying look. His hands linger around your chest, unhooking your bra holding them as he kisses your chest while  bending down with trails of kisses down all the way to your tummy.

You pant as he reaches your navel, slender fingers sliding your panties off you as you sigh in relief, ecstatic that you were now fully naked in front of the boy of your desires.

He plunged his fingers inside your dripping core, your legs trembling as he licked off dripping cum from your folds.

“Already wet for me huh? Wait till I use these on you, how will you feel then babygirl? Want me to use them don’t you?” He urges, spreading your legs apart and moving you so that your butt hit the wooden plank. You whimper at the force, back arching as he dribbles your clit with his spit, licking it off you and then standing up. You immediately miss the contact, and thankfully it wasn’t for long before he came back.

He unbuttoned his pants so that he was too fully exposed now, his cock springing out made you crave for it even more now, but before you could do anything, he took your hand, cuffing it to the railing of the plank. You cursed at the tightness, adjusting your wrist so that they wouldn’t hurt. You whimpered when you felt a cold wooden spoon run along your chest. He held the dip of the spoon on top of them leaving indents, his other hand’s thumb kneading into your flesh.

“Is this okay princess? Don’t wanna hurt your pretty little hand. Just wanna hear you moan my name.” He whispered, voice cracking due to the octave it took when you gave a shrill cry of surprise, your other hand clutching at his hair, causing you to lose your balance and falling on your ass.

“I need you Arvin! I need you now please help me!” You cry out, your eyes devoid of tears but your voice showing your emotion. You were hungry, starved and his cock looked delicious. You just wanted him inside.

“A little patience would be appreciated.” He growled against your chest, biting at the sensitive skin. You must have said that out loud.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in me.” You whimper, scrunching your eyes as he nipped at your neck, rubbing the tip of his dick on your clit. His tip was bright red, hard and erect. You wrapped your legs around his shoulder, bringing him down at you. His fingers kept playing while his mouth worked.

“I’m so wet Arvin, only for you baby, look at me, so wet.” The wooden spoon made contact with your chest again, sliding down to your ass as he gently nudged your back. He didn’t hit you, no, that son of a bitch teased you with slow motions of its cold surface. You kissed him till your lips were plump and red with blood dripping off the thin skin, his mouth leaving his lingering taste in yours.

Finally, finally, he slid into you. You gave a shrill cry as his member entered you, your walls clenching around it as if you wanted it to stay in you forever. You arched your back, your waist hitting his pelvis, causing it to slap around him. You unconsciously dug your fingers in his back, gritting your teeth at the sudden sensory input.

“So tight baby. Clenching around me like a fucking ant-eater. You like this don’t you darlin’? Like it when I slide in."

"Yes baby.” You whispered. Sweat dripped off of the both of you, your slicked bodies slapping against each other, “Oh I’m about to cum! Arvin!"

"Cum on me baby, cum on my dick so I can shove in harder.” He clenched himself, mouth forming an O as he felt you orgasm around him, his dick sliding out of you. Pumping his balls, he clenched his jaw at the sight of you, panting under him with your legs spread apart. “You’re such a good girl. Always listening to what I say."

"Because you’re the best.” You flopped down on the board, your back hitting it. You jiggled your arm that was held in the handcuff, the movement bringing Arvin toppling down to you. He fell on your breasts, face smushed in as if he was sleeping on a pillow. You erupted in a fit of giggles as he licked you with kitten-like strips.

“Did you like that? Was that- was that okay?” He huffed, probably as tired as you were right now. His muscles relaxed under your touch, unclenching as you ran your hands on his back. You hissed when you saw that your hand had caused bloody indents on his skin.

“That was amazing sweetheart.” You paused, “I’m so glad we met that day."

"Me too. I didn’t believe in love for a very long time after momma died, and then my daddy died, and then Lenora-” he said, choking on his tears, “- my sister, Lenora, that fucking preacher. He killed her."

"Arvin, baby I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I can’t bring them back. But I can hold you. I can hold you forever if you want. I can love you."

You froze for a moment, realising what you had said. You had met only a month ago, and yet here you were, telling him that you loved him. Your heart did gallops when he didn’t answer for a while, and then you heard it. You heard him say those three words, a soft whisper in the night.

"I love you too."  

[ghostwise]

30 microfic challenge pt 3

Prompts taken from this post. ✨ These keep getting longer and longer, so I’ll have to post them in smaller groups... so much for ‘microfics’ lol CW: Violence in ‘darkness’ and ‘first light’. Descriptions of dissociation, and a battlefield with rubble and explosions. PS. A sincere thanks to everyone on the Discord, it’s been so fun chatting about the prompts and seeing everyone’s prompt fills!

Sleeping.

Refugio is pacing the wooden floors, frowning and loosely measuring where the beds will go. He’s looking at the room as if an extra square foot of space will materialize if he just stares at it hard enough.

When it doesn’t, he sighs, defeated.

“Bunk beds,” he decides finally.

“Fuck’s sake,” Aeran says. “I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

Refugio laughs, stepping across the room and dropping into his cot. All things considered, he’s in a good mood. He sprawls out on the thin mattress, long arms, long legs, dappled in freckles, the hem of his shirt dragging up just enough to offer a glimpse of brown skin.

A peal of thunder makes Aeran jump.

“I don’t mind,” Refugio says. “It’ll be cozy.”

But cozy is exactly what Aeran’s hoping to avoid. Thinking about it makes him nervous. The rain is persistent and distracting. Still, he comes to sit at the edge of Refugio’s cot, choosing to believe this isn’t happening.

“Cozy,” he says finally, cracking a smile. “That’s an optimistic way of putting it.”

Darkness.

The pre-dawn hours are pitch-black. He can’t see a thing, except, occasionally, the faint outline of ruined buildings lit by distant missiles.

Magic; they are no threat to him, but the shrapnel certainly hurts—he knows from experience.

He has been walking for hours, but he is almost unaware of this. Someone else must be taking each step for him. He’s not conscious of the cuts and bruises on his body, and he’s not conscious of his hunger or his thirst. He can’t think. His mind is pitch-black. He’s only conscious of the weight on his back.

Yuribia is lighter having shed the bad leg, but she is still heavy, and her wings trail behind them, covered in mud. She stopped answering him some time ago, and he can’t think about that either, dry tears and caked-on soot on his cheeks.

Another missile lights the sky, the distant explosion rumbling as it strikes its target…

Refugio hurries on, like a spooked animal, nearly losing his balance over some rubble. But he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. If they’re within missile range there must be an army outpost nearby, with mages, soldiers, and healers.

But he can’t tell where the attacks are coming from. His mind is pitch-black, he can’t see a thing…

First light.

Yuribia is quickly loading the cart: Crates and provisions stacked neatly, satchels of tea, tins full of sweet jam preserves, bundles of firewood, all wrapped up in blankets and rope. She steps around to check on the mules, making sure they’re ready to go. Oh, but they’re in a mood; it is late, and they are not used to pulling the cart at night.

Thankful for their patience, she pets Alfie and Beto’s velvety noses, promising fresh carrots after the journey. They flick their ears, displeased nonetheless. Yuribia sighs.

“Evening, ma’am.”

She looks up. It would do her no good to hide her surprise; she is, after all, a simple merchant going about her business. Of course it would stun her to be approached by soldiers.

“Evening,” she replies warily, drawing the black rebozo around her shoulders. “How can I help you kind sers?”

There are two of them. The one that greeted her shifts his weight and leans in, taking a good look at her. “Seen anything unusual tonight?”

“Unusual?” she asks, blinking up at him. “Such as?”

“A drifter in a hurry to leave, for example,” the other soldier replies. “Seditious activities. Treasonous, nefarious parties, working against our great king.” He is looking at her cart. She knows how this goes; a routine inspection, nothing to be concerned about, if you’re cooperative it’ll be over quick.

“Gods, no. Nothing like that,” she says, looking thoughtful. Then she clams up. Give them as little to work with as you can, she thinks.

“Plum jam,” the nosy soldier says with a smile. He’s pulled one of the jars from the crate. “Delicious. My grandmother used to make it every summer. Would you mind if I sampled some?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, opening the jar with a pop. Yuribia and the other soldier watch as he looks at the inside of the lid.

“Have a taste,” Yuribia says with forced cheer. “I canned it myself.”

Grimy fingered, he does. The man scoops up a generous portion of jam and licks it clean off. “Tart,” he pronounces with a grin, turning the lid back onto the jar, and Yuribia almost thinks it’s over. But then the other soldier beckons.

“Hang on,” he says, and he takes the jar. He begins to peel back the label, carefully pulling it loose. Yuribia tenses up.

Alassar steel cuts through the darkness, flashing as Refugio cuts his vocal chords. Just as quickly, Yuribia clamps a hand over the other one’s mouth and smothers her wings around him tightly, muffling his scream as she snaps his neck.

She and Refugio stand there for a moment, breathing heavily in the dark.

“Oh, shit,” Refugio says quietly.

“Help me load them onto the cart.” Yuribia spits on the one who’d eaten her jam without asking. “We’re out of here.”

They are gone by first light.

[kim-poce]

Probably not a series, but I'll write Mathia at least once more. Also, what? I wrote something and NAMED the characters? all the three of them? Without struggling? Alone? I must be broken.

Next

Masterlist

CW: captive, starvation, neglected, kneeling, rescue, comfort, no, no creepy comfort, heathy comfort, do I know how comfort works? no! Am I healthy? no! Enjoy!

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Mathia woke up at dawn as always, he silently made his way downstairs, ignoring his empty stomach as he made breakfast, after so many years it was just habit, he put the food on the table and started cleaning the kitchen.

He was done when Joana walked in, she barely spared a glance at the kneeling figure in the corner, Mathia was relieved for that, she only pays attention when he do something wrong, something worth a punishment.

The smell of food that he could not eat was cruel, but it could be worse, be neglect was better than being trained, even if Joana forgot to feed him again it could be worse, and was thinking this way that Mathia managed to hold himself back from begging for food, it was only three days, he could take it, it could be worse.

As soon as Joana left the house for work Mathia started cleaning, he used to hate it when Joana was training him, and she used to make him bleed anytime he refused to clean, he lost count of how many nights she stayed up cleaning his own blood out of the write carpet of the living room.

He doesn’t disobey anymore, Joana almost doesn’t give orders, so Mathias does his chores of the day and goes back to the attic, he doesn’t hate the chores now, it keeps him focused, he can forget where he lives for a while, forget his own hunger.

When he finished cleaning and getting the food ready to heat up when Joana arrives he got back to the attic, he hates that place, there is nothing but a thin blanket and few clothes, nothing to keep his mind away from there, nowhere to escape from.

The worse part of the attic is that it makes him miss Joana, thinking that this could be worse over and over doesn’t make him less lonely, he cursed himself at the thought but he knew that he would be happy if Joana as much as talked to him, to at least look at his side.

Mathia used to misbehave sometimes so she would pay attention to him, sometimes feeling the pain and fear was better than feeling nothing, the pain make him weak and scared but the cold shoulder drive him crazy, he used to do this to feel like a person again.

It stop working when Joana found out, she got angrier than Mathia ever saw, she isn’t usually angry, and even if Mathia knows that she takes pleasure in hurting him he also knows that she never did it only for pleasure, it was always a lesson or a punishment.

When Joana found out she looked him up in the attic, tied up in a way he couldn’t move, gagged and blindfolded, it was a week alone, Joana would show up from time to time to give him water but that was it, that moment Mathia new she had found his weakness, he knew he would never be able to disobey again.

The day ended like all the others, heat the food up, put it over the table, kneel.

Joana remembered he needed to eat, but she also said she has no time or need to bother, so she just tossed an apple at him and left, Mathia cleaned the kitchen and went to the attic, just then he slowly eat the fruit, it was not much but at least it was something, Mathia just wanted something.

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The next day Mathia jumped awake with loud sounds, sirens, shouts, footsteps, he hugged himself and waited for whatever was happening to stop, and it did, the sirens went far away and vanished, but when he was staring to relax the attic’s door started to move.

Mathia tried to think of anything he could have done wrong, anything that would make Joana go out of her way to punish him, maybe he is late? maybe the breakfast should be ready already?

When the door opened Mathia was kneeling with his forehead on the floor, it had been long since the last punishment but his body could still remember it, so he started to shake in anticipation, his throat was closed by fear and helplessness was crushing him.

“Hello?”, a voice said, it wasn’t Joana, this is not supposed to be happening, what is he supposed to do? he decided to stay still. Until said otherwise he was going to obey Joana’s rules, so he didn’t look up, even when he wanted to see another person, it was only Joana in years, “Hey, it’s okay, can you hear me?”

Mathia nodded, ‘it’s okay’ must mean he is allowed to speak, but he won’t risk it unless he needs to.

“Can you talk?”, the woman said, her voice was calm and warm, Mathia felt stubborn tears leaving his eyes as he nodded again, he didn’t know he wanted someone to talk to him like that until someone did, “What is your name?”

“Mathia, Ma’am”, he answered, his voice was hoarse due to disuse and the limited amount of water he could have each day.

“Mathia is a lovely name”, the woman said, he felt like a small child, and for some reason, it was a good feeling, “Mathia, I need you to pay attention to my words, okay?”

Mathia tensed up, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath before nodding, trying his best to blink the tears away.

“My name is Pam, I’m a police officer”, the woman said, Mathia had his eyes glued to the wooden floor, “Joana, the woman who… kept you here was arrested today, she won’t hurt you ever again.”

Mathia lost control of himself and looked up, it was too late to pretend he didn’t so he allowed himself to look at the woman, Joana was arrested? Joana wasn’t there anymore? What did it mean? What does it mean to him?

“Hey, hey”, Pam called, “I need you to breath to me”, she said, Mathia didn’t realize he wasn’t breathing, “I’ll come closer, okay?”

Mathia nodded, the tears didn’t stop coming out, his body was shivering and his emotions were a mess, on top of that Pam’s warm voice was making his heart break, Pam got closer and asked if she could touch him, she asked.

“I have no power over my body”, Mathia said as he was trained to, his mind was too much of a mess to do anything but follow the rules, they were the only constant, the only thing he had that he could stick to.

Pam hugged him lightly as if he would break, he was breaking, “It’s okay”, she said, Mathia understood it, he wasn’t Joana’s anymore, this meant he could be himself and act for himself.

But who is he even? Mathia cried on Pam’s shoulder, cursing himself for crying for Joana, he hated her, he hated her with his all, but all he had was the routine, the rules, and Joana, and he just lost the three, he has nothing, he is nothing.

Pam drew circles on his back, gently trying to calm him down, but Mathia just cried more, he isn’t the same person Joana kidnapped years back, he can’t be the person he was in the last years without Joana.

Mathia could only cry.

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@wolfeyedwitch I tagged you since it's comfort, maybe not that much in this one, but the other one will be comfy.

[angel-anoetic]

What if you rewrote your last post, but this time it didn’t work, which leads to Skeppy and Bad fighting because Bad still tries to go back to the egg?

Alright, alright, I was not too sure where to start from this, so the last conversation between reader and Bad will be added, but with the alternate ending. Thanks so much for your request!!

SkepHalo x gn!Reader - Let Me Go

Genre: /rom, angst

Warnings: Injury, fighting

original ending

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The Red Banquet. Of course, it had to happen tonight. You had done your absolute best to keep everyone away. But you could only do so much. It was the only way. Now you were trying to convince Bad to spend just a few more hours with you. Your final hours.

"C'mon just a quick walk. I promise we'll be back before the Banquet starts."

"Fine."

Yes, finally. Skeppy had been missing for the last few days so you took full advantage of Bad and your alone time, making sure to spend as much as time with him, whether it was a conversation over coffee or a late-night walk around the SMP.

You took his hand, making sure to walk a little slower today, pointing out things you had never really noticed before, and soaking in the sun.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" You looked to him.

He smiled. "Of course I do silly. Me and Skeppy were out mining that day. Somehow, we ended up in the nether and found you casually walking around in the lava, playing with a strider. I think that was the moment we both knew we had to be your friend at the least. I don't think we really thought we would be here though."

As you walked up the path to your home Bad stopped and turned to you, grabbing your hands gently in his.

"Y/N...I want you to know, I really am sorry for the way things have been. I never meant for things to go this far and I really wanted this for us. The three of us. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me, and we'll be able to pretend like this never happened."

He smiled to you, and you to him.

"I know. Trust me, this will be all over soon." He looked at you a bit puzzled but shrugged it off as you entered.

Once you were both set, ready, and dressed up you were off. Puffy knew what was meant to happen tonight. She swore up and down she would do her best to help the good prevail, regardless of whatever was to happen.

The dinner began, with you sitting, anxious but ready. Puffy kept side-eyeing you, her nerves just as evident.

"The Egg requires a sacrifice. One that will suffice its hunger for a time. Thankfully we have a room of guests."

Now. It had to happen now.

You looked at Puffy, giving her the signal. She motioned to Sam and Foolish.

You stood up, to Bad's surprise.

"Me. I want to be the sacrifice." His face changed. The color came back to him as he came to.

"What? No-no. This wasn't for you my love. We're going to rule together-"

Sam and Foolish grabbed Bad, holding him as tight as they could. He looked around as it dawned on him what was happening. The Egg would fall today.

You walked over, the fire slowly becoming more vibrant. You reached out to him, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

"This is for the best my love. Until we meet again. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me."

You turned, the tears not even having time to leave your eyes. You ignored the pleas of Bad, begging for Foolish and Sam to let him go and his calls to you, to turn around, to reconsider.

You blocked it out, letting the heat flow from within you out. You gathered what you could, and then some. Would this hurt? You weren't sure. Would this even work? The chances were 50/50. But if there was even a slim chance, you needed to take it.

You thought of the bad, the worst memories you could pull. You focused on the emotions, the feelings of what the Egg had put you through, what it had put those you loved the most through. That was your motivation. That was the reason your power, the fire, grew until you could feel your skin burning.

You stood on the top of the Egg, then waited. Waited until the fire was too much for even yourself. The Egg began cracking under you, screeching as everything around it caught on fire.

"We have to go. Now!" Puffy screamed. Everyone began filing out of the room. Foolish and Sam struggled as Bad fought against their restraint.

"Bad," Puffy crouched in front of him "this is not your fault. They wanted to do this themselves. They wouldn't want you here to see this."

He sobbed as he continued to fight. He was too late. They dragged him out of the room as the walls surrounding them began to topple down.

You had long lost feeling, only letting the fire consume everything around you. You fell to your knees, unrelenting.

Goodbye, my love.

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Your eyes tried to open, but even that was too much effort for you. You could hardly feel your skin. Your mind refused to feel anything.

"I don't know...could be a while."

Sam?

"Please just tell me they'll be okay. Please."

Skeppy.

You let out a small groan. Your eyes finally began to push open.

"Y/N!" Skeppy nearly grabbed at your hand before remembering the aches and pain Sam told him you might experience. "H-hey, how are you feeling?"

"Crappy." You both laughed.

"Language." You heard the small mutter from the doorway. Skeppy and you turned to see Bad, tears staining his face, silently holding himself.

"Bad..." You patted the bed next to you, an invitation he accepted gladly.

He looked at you, the pain and regret visible in his eyes.

"Y/N, I am...I'm so sorry." He let out a small sob, covering his face, "I never, I never would have let you do that if you had told me-" You grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"It's okay. I'm here now. That's all that matters. But please, tell me, did it work? Is it gone?" Skeppy shook his head, gently taking your hand.

"I'm sorry Y/N, you did some pretty decent damage, but it's still here."

You looked at the ceiling. Damn it. All that mattered right now was that both of your boys were here with you, regardless of how you had ended up here.

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The first few days had been great. Skeppy and Bad refused to let you do anything on your own, despite your protests. You finally drew the line when they offered to sleep on the floor so you could have the bed to yourself. Bad got up every morning to make you breakfast and took care of you during the day. Sometimes Skeppy would stay home and you would all enjoy a movie.

Until about two weeks ago. You weren't sure if it had been you or Skeppy who noticed first, but nonetheless Bad's absence in the late hours of the nice. He would be back in bed by the morning, but soon he would leave earlier and earlier in the evening.

You were laying in bed, trying to stop a headache from taking over when you heard the door open quietly. Skeppy stood up from where he was standing and crossed his arms.

"Where were you?" He asked a disheveled-looking Bad.

"Nowhere important. How are they?"

Skeppy scoffed, "Just admit it. I already know. But I want to hear you say it. They're doing just fine actually, just a slight headache."

"Skeppy, I don't know what you could possibly mean. I was just enjoying the server for once."

"Stop lying to me. Just say it so I don't have to push it out of you."

Bad groaned and made his way to the kitchen, Skeppy followed, leaving you on the couch.

"I can't believe you sometimes. Y/N is still on bed rest because of what they did for you, for us, and you have the audacity to go back to the Egg!"

Bad stopped and looked to Skeppy. "How-It doesn't matter. Because I'm still my own person Skeppy, I can make my own decisions."

"Oh yeah, my bad, I forgot the world just revolves around you. What about me? What about them?!"

The fight was starting to get to you, pushing your headache to a worse state.

"Skeppy, it's not like that. You know it's not like that. This wouldn't even be a problem if you didn't make it one. Stop being so dramatic."

"I'm being dramatic? Y/N almost died trying to destroy that thing so that we could be free, even if it was without them. And you're here, turning into the same person you were months ago. Do you even listen to yourself?"

"Leave me alone! Let me live. I know what they did, but I also know what the Egg could do for us. The three of us!"

"Skeppy..." You called out softly.

He quickly rushed to you, feeling your forehead, grabbing a wet towel from before. "It's okay, you're okay, I'm sorry for all the screaming darling."

Skeppy waited until you closed your eyes, falling into a light sleep. He refused to look at Bad, studying your face.

"You won't do this to us again. I won't let you. I think I can trust you enough to make the right choice because I know that the Bad that I and Y/N fell in love with is still in there."

Bad stayed silent for a moment.

"I'm going to go before I say something I'll regret."

Bad slammed the door and was off. Skeppy could feel the tears welling in his eyes, but held them back, stroking your face softly.

[queenshelby]

Birthday Girl (One Shot)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Fluff and Smut

Words: 3,156

Notes: This one shot is dedicated to @being-worthy…Happy Birthday Love!

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It was your birthday today and your best friend Sarah had bought concert tickets for the two of you and set you up on a double date, to which you only agreed reluctantly when you found out.

As you stood in the middle of your bedroom staring at the flowered blouse laid across your bed the voice of your best friend Sarah echoed from the doorway.

"Please tell me you're not wearing that to the concert!" said Sarah with a raised eyebrow.

"What's wrong with it?" you asked innocently.

"It's a rock concert and your supposed to be my wing woman. Can't you wear something a bit more alluring?" Sarah asked and you nodded reluctantly.

Sarah strolled over to your closet and began to fish through your outfits as you looked on with a bit of consternation. You were still feeling a bit nervous about having agreed to this outing. You had been through a painful breakup a few months earlier and you were desperately ready to put it behind you and get back into the dating game but you were scared to try on your own so Sarah had arranged a double date for the two of you.

"How about this?" said Sarah finally pulling a dress from the back of the closet.

The garment she had chosen was one of the few rather racy ones you owned and you had never actually worn it before.

"I couldn't possibly wear that” you said but Sarah nodded eagerly.

“Yes, you can. You will look sexy in it and my cousin will love it” Sarah said.

“Your cousin?” you then asked somewhat shocked as you reluctantly grabbed the dress which is when Sarah confirmed that you were meeting her cousin and his best friend tonight at the concert.

“Please tell me you aren’t talking about your cousin Cillian” you huffed out but Sarah nodded eagerly.

“He broke up with his girlfriend a few months ago and I think he has taken a liking in you Y/N” she said eagerly and you couldn’t believe it. You had a crush on this man for almost a year now and there was no way he would be interested in you, you thought.

You finished putting the dress on and tied it behind your neck with a pair of strings. You turned to look in the mirror, this was certainly a daring look for you with your breasts plainly on display and the skirt barely reaching the middle of your thighs.

"Jesus Sarah, I don't know," started you.

"Absolutely stunning, let’s go” Sarah said.

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The concert venue wasn't far and you arrived after a short drive. It was an outdoor amphitheater vaguely bowl shaped with a long lawn that ramped up to a high wall at the back, a crowd was moving inside and you fell in with the rest. The opening act was already taking the stage and you stopped to get beers before you made to stand on the lawn. The first band ran through a quick set of maybe eight songs and by the time they were done, Sarah received a text message from her cousin Cillian, seeing where you both were.

Within ten minutes, him and his friend Daniel had found you and you were surprised when Cillian greeted you with a friendly kiss on the cheek before introducing you both to his friend and wishing you a happy birthday.

Daniel nodded perfunctorily toward you and then immediately turned his attention to Sarah. The two of them got talking immediately which left you with Cillian who looked rather amused when he saw his cousin get flirtatious.

“That was easy” Cillian chuckled and you stood talking for a while.

Daniel seemed very reserved while Cillian was quite warm and funny and to your consternation you found yourself enjoying his company and were no longer nervous about meeting him again as he made you laugh with quick witted repartee.

When the sounds of music began to come from the stage, you realised that the concert was starting up again.

"Looks like things are firing up we best get seats," Daniel commented.

"Let's grab some drinks first” Cillian said and you took the drink Cillian offered you but nearly choked on it, as it possessed way more alcohol than you were used to.

"Yeah, you might want to drink slowly, they can be a little harsh” Cillian chuckled.

"No kidding!" you laughed in response.

Darkness was falling as you made their way back to the lawn and, for the next hour, you enjoyed the music and each other’s company and you found yourself growing closer to Cillian while Sarah and Daniel were already hitting it off.

“Well, that is going better than I had anticipated” Cillian chuckled as he watched them make out with blushing cheeks.

“Yeah, hmm…” you said nervously as you felt Cillian move closer towards you.

“Although I think that, since it is your birthday, you should probably get some attention too” Cillian then said with a warm smile.

“Cillian, that’s a nice offer but I don’t need you to take pity on me” you said, thinking that it was what he was doing.

“Pity on you? What would make you say that Y/N? I’ve been having a crush on you for years and it’s only now that we are both single” Cillian explained.

“Well, I suppose you can give me a little attention then” you smiled nervously, blushing as you did.

Cillian grinned down at you as he wrapped his around your middle pulling you tight to his chest. You were caught off guard both by the move and the fact that it actually felt really nice to be held like this.

“You are beautiful Y/N..." Cillian whispered in your ear and you blushed at the complement just as the band started to play a few slower paced songs.

You glanced over and were surprised at the sight of Sarah looking like she was trying to swallow Daniel's tongue as they locked in a hot embrace not two feet from you. Yet things were about to get even more off kilter for you as you felt Cillian turning you with one hand so that you were facing him.

"I hope this is okay, I don't think I could forgive myself if I didn't kiss you right now," Cillian said.

Whether it was the little bit of alcohol slowing your senses or maybe the attraction you had towards him, you wouldn't have wanted to admit to yourself that you found you could not react to stop what was happening as Cillian leaned down and pressed his warm firm lips to yours in a soft kiss.

For a moment, you did not react but then your body seemed to take on a mind of its own as you slowly slid your arms up around his neck and started to rub your soft pink lips back against his. The kiss lingered for quite a bit of time and you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into it until you even opened your lips slightly and let Cillian slide his tongue just into your mouth adding a bit of sexiness to the contact.

You seemed to feel like you were floating as you and Cillian kissed on the grassy hill and your body started to react even more. Your nipples were hardening inside your dress as blood rushed into your chest and a bit of dampness started to spread between your legs as your arousal grew. For just a moment you felt yourself giving in even further pressing your tongue back against Cillian's and opening your mouth even wider as you started to kiss him with fire and passion until, suddenly, you pulled away.

Going so fast so soon was unlike you and, whilst you liked him for a while, things were moving too quick.  

“Are you alright?” Cillian asked.

"Sure...I just...got a little overheated that's all” you responded.

"Yeah, me too” Cillian replied with a seductive smile and you trembled slightly at the obvious look of interest in his eyes.

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Whilst you knew it was too fast and to soon, you resumed where you left off and, when the concert was finished, Cillian, who was the only one who barely had anything to drink, drove Sarah and Daniel and you home.

After he dropped Sarah and Daniel at Sarah’s house, which wasn’t a surprise to you, you arrived at yours.

"I'm glad I met you again tonight Y/N, and I meant it when I said, you're very beautiful..." he whispered and leaned in for another kiss.

You granted him the kiss and this is when the words you never thought you would say left your mouth.

“Uhm, would you like to come up to my place for another drink?” you asked and Cillian immediately grinned.

“I would love to” he said as he put the car into park and, without loosing any time, he followed you upstairs.

As soon as the door to your apartment opened, you saw what was coming and found your mouth covered by his before you got the chance to make a peep. Just like before you had to admit he was a very good kisser and whether it was the alcohol or something else, you found yourself giving into the kiss, letting him gently slide his warm full lips across your soft pink ones.

As time went on, Cillian started to kiss you with greater hunger, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his arms wrapped around your back. With a low moan you opened your lips wider to accept his tongue pressing yours back against his as you French kissed each other.

Your thoughts were in turmoil as Cillian kissed you deep and long sending a wave of pleasure crashing through you. You were getting turned on very rapidly, your nipples hardening into knots on your chest, blood pouring into your aroused breasts as your pussy grew quickly damp if not downright wet between your legs.

You couldn't remember ever getting aroused this fast around a guy before and it left you breathless and the heat seemed to be growing in leaps and bounds between you as Cillian started to move his arms up your back. You could feel his fingertips near your neck and at first you were confused at what he was doing but a second later realisation dawned as you felt him loosening the knots holding your dress on.

"Oh my God...he's trying to undress me...he wants me...oh Jesus!" you thought nervously but, before you could something, you felt your dress sliding down as Cillian pulled the strings free. With no bra to halt the slide it slipped easily you’re your body leaving you half-naked in his arms, your breast free to the night air.

"God you...you're so beautiful...I've wanted you since I first saw you” Cillian breathed and with a quick dipping of his head you felt his mouth wrapping around the soft warm flesh of your right breast.

Your nipples were so aroused that they had darkened from a light pink to a brick red, your silver dollar sized areolas shrunk to roughly the size of a quarter while your rock hard nipples stood well up off your breasts.

You gasped and let out a low groan as Cillian's tongue rolled across your hard nipple and he licked your soft areola before he sucked part of your breast into his mouth pressing your nipple into the roof of it with his tongue and sucking hard on your pale soft flesh.

You felt as if you were caught in a tidal wave of sexual desire, pulled along and helpless to fight as Cillian was sucking your nipples and squeezing them in his hands as he licked, kissed and bit your hard nipples and you were enjoying every second.

Now you were grabbing the back of his head and guiding him from one breast to the other as he worked your flesh. Your whole body was trembling and you were so turned on that your pussy was absolutely soaking, the fluid running down the inside of your thigh.

Between the alcohol and her arousal, you had never wanted to fuck so bad in your whole life and you finally pulled Cillian's mouth back to yours, kissing him hot and hard as he continued to squeeze your breasts.

Cillian seemed to sense your need and he lifted you suddenly in his strong arms and carried you like a child to the couch placing you gently on the cushions. He quickly started to kiss his way down your naked body as you watched in wonder enjoying the feeling of his hot mouth on your chest, your stomach, against the inside of your thighs.

Finally, he reached the wet, warm spot between your legs and he started to roll your panties down exposing the glistening pink flesh of your pussy and giving evidence to just how turned on you really were by what was happening.

You reached up and squeezing your own breasts and pinching your nipples as you stared down at Cillian's handsome face poised just above your wet womanhood. As you watched, he smiled and leaned down running his tongue up your wet slit before pressing into you, into your aroused flesh. The feel of his tongue entering you tore a loud groan from your lips as he proceeded to eat your soaking wet pussy.

"Oh God that feels so good... " you moaned and a part of you couldn't believe you were doing this.

"Your pussy tastes so good...but I want so much more...I want you..." Cillian whispered quietly.

As you watched, your face flushed with fevered lust and Cillian stood and pulled his t-shirt off throwing it on the floor. His well-chiseled body showed not an ounce of fat as he reached down, unbuckled his pants, and let them fall to the floor, he was wearing a pair of grey CK briefs with an obvious bulge and he slowly lowered them to the ground.

You let out a soft breath of astonishment as your eyes fell on Cillian's manhood, he was much bigger than you had anticipated. Fascinated you sat up on the couch bringing your face closer to his girth. Tentatively you reached out and slowly wrapped your small hand around his penis. It felt iron hard in your grip and, as you stroked the thick veiny flesh up and down, you heard Cillian sigh as you jacked his hard cock and you looked up at his smiling face.

"Jesus Cillian...you're so hard already” you managed to choke out.

"That’s just how much you turn me on Y/N” he said.

You leaned forward and gently ran your tongue over his cock head, tasting a bit of the pre-cum leaking from his hole as your tongue slid across the soft yet firm flesh. You gave a low moan as you shifted forward letting the head slide past your lips filling the roof of your mouth as you let your saliva slicken his flesh.

You sucked him in and out of your mouth and he started to moan and groan quietly as you ran your mouth and hand up and down its length. It tasted amazingly good and you found yourself getting even more turned on, almost desperate to feel Cillian inside you. As you sucked his cock you suddenly felt him pressing his finger against your wet slit. You spread your legs and Cillian began to slide two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out of your soaking wet pussy. You licked and sucked his cock and soon you were moving in unison, Cillian fingering your pussy in rhythm to your bobbing head on his pole.

"Fuck Y/N...this feels so good baby...shit!" Cillian cried out.

"I need you inside me Cillian” you huffed out eventually as you looked up from his rigid penis, your tongue still softly running across the swollen purple head. Cillian took his cock from your grasp stroking its slick wet length as he looked down at your naked body. He pushed your flat with his other hand as he moved between your legs still stroking himself.

"I want you...but...I don't have condom, is that okay?” he asked huskily.

In the back of your mind you knew that you should say no, but you wanted him worse than maybe you had ever wanted anyone, your pussy felt as if it was on fire.

"I want to feel you inside me, your bare cock...inside me" you replied.

Cillian moved forward, a second later you felt his cock spreading your pussy lips open and sliding into you as you cried out in pleasure.

“Oh god” you cried out as Cillian pressed forward and, finally, with a last gasp his cock slid fully into you as your flesh gave way. You could barely contain your cries of pleasure as he started to fuck you in earnest, slamming every inch into your tight pussy as you dug your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his tight ass. You had fucked a few men in the past, but you had to admit it had never been like this with anyone before, this was easily the hottest sex you had ever had and you knew you would not last long as Cillian pounded you deep and hard.

“Oh my god you feel so good…fuck Cillian” you almost screamed as Cillian made hot passionate love to your trembling body.

You pulled Cillian even tighter to you, his chest pressed to your rock hard nipples as you found his mouth and buried your tongue in it kissing him with hot fire as the trembling in your pussy threatened to turn into an explosion. Suddenly like a crashing wave, your orgasm broke loose your pussy spasming hard on Cillian's pounding cock as you lost it.

"Oh god, fuck, I am cuming…Cillian!" yelled you as you arched your back off the couch and creamed every inch of Cillian's cock with your pussy. Cillian was quick to respond in kind as you felt a sudden rush of warmth inside you and Cillian’s cries told you what you already felt, that he was shooting his cum into you, deep into your pussy as his bare cock swelled and jerked.

They quickly collapsed together as Cillian's cock continued to throb inside you and you fought to catch your breath after the hardest orgasm you had ever had.

"Damn you that was so good" Cillian whispered as he kissed your sweet lips again.

"Yeah, it was amazing...we should do this again” you chuckled and Cillian was certainly in agreement with your suggestion.

“Give me ten minutes Love and I am ready to fuck you all over again” Cillian smirked and you couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten tonight, on your birthday.

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[deliahscrush2003]

Is there anything you do when you don’t have motivation or ideas? Lately I’ve wanted to write more stuff on my characters, make more art, and work on my novel, however, anytime I start, I have no idea what to do. I tried looking at writing prompts, but the same things keep happening. It’s been happening for the past few days and it’s just been really demotivating and makes me feel just generally bad. So, if there’s any advice you have, I’d appreciate it so much <3

Sorry it took so long to answer @apollothe-sungod !!

Thank you dearly for this ask and I hope it really helps with your motivation/inspiration drought. I know all of us have faced that problem too many times for our liking and anything advice I can give that can get you back on the wagon, I'll happily give!

I hope you have a happy 2022 with heaps of inspiration and motivation for your works and wish nothing but good things for you and your loved ones in the future!

What To Do When You Have No Motivation and Need Inspiration?

Watch Movies or TV- Shows ||

If your struggling with motivation, re-watch canon (for fanfic) or stick with genres that are the same or similar to what you're writing (for more original ideas). If you are missing a certain aspect of the narrative, watch movies and tv-shows of that genre or with that theme.

If you're struggling with what your character's mannerisms, behaviour, dialogue - think. What canon characters in film and television are most alike to your character? Watch their films to get inspiration!

This is what I spend a lot of my down time doing when I'm not writing.

Read fanfiction/Books ||

Same thing as movies except books and fanfiction can show you how to describe action, suspense and worldbuilding. You can really get inspiration from others narrative style and techniques. Also, it just really helps when you see the motivation and the ideas of these fantastic creators and it just really pushes you and gets you into this mindset of like, "Hey - I want to do this with my own story."

I'll said it once and I'll say it again - fanfiction writers are one of my biggest influences for writing.

Go for a walk/drive/sit outside ||

I have the best ideas when I'm outside - which is ironic, because I hate leaving my house. Even just going with your parents to the grocery store or just sitting on your driveway, you can get so much ideas for scenes and possible stories.

There's this really dark, long lane near where I lived and we always had to wait facing it when we were stopped at the traffic lights and to this day, I remember the little story that I made up of 'Murder Lane' and the mysterious, charismatic people who lived down it.

Hell, we were driving out of our street once and I looked out the window and saw a small gecko (lizard) on an electrical box and I was just like 'Huh, wouldn't that we a weird scene starter?)

There's this hill near where I live that looks over the entire town and the beachfront, and when I used to pick my sister up from dance practice, I would always play INXS "Never Tear Us Apart" and now I have an entire prologue inspired from that one moment already planned out to the very last detail.

Just go somewhere new. Get outside. Sit on the driveway. The pavement. The road (if there isn't any cars, of course). Visit the river, or the forest at the back of your street. A hill, a valley, a meadow. Night, day, dawn, dusk, midday, morning.

Whenever. The point is - a chance in scenery can really do the trick.

Listen to music & Make a playlist ||

I would like to correct myself. I listen to music and make playlist when I'm not writing, and that's how I come up with most of my storylines/plotlines. I'm usually home alone, so I just put on Spotify and connect it to my speaker, and play my music really loudly to get it so it's feels like a movie.

I'm literally right now listening to "Hunger" by Ross Copperman and singing along while I write this (quite sloppily, I should add). I finished a new playlist for my Jurassic Park fic, The Chaos Theory yesterday and now I have really gotten a good grasp on how the romance plotline is going to go when before I had a really vague idea which really held me back from approaching the fic.

Music is such a big inspiration for writing. Most of the music on my a more savage narnia (than the one you left) playlist helped me picture ballroom scenes and helped me understand some of the emotional moments I plan for some of my characters to have.

I have found that asking other creators for their playlists and song inspiration have really widened my own range and taste of music, allowing me to get more inspiration from themes and genres outside of my comfort range, so asking others for their playlist might help.

But listening to music can also help with your drawing also. I was listening to my True Blue playlist while drawing my Pacific Rim OC, Indianna Taylor.

I'm working on a playlist for My Hero Academia fic, As the World Caves In if you're interested! Mind you, if you want to request playlists for different fandoms, I can certainly make them for you and anyone else who also struggles with inspiration/motivation?

Browse through Tumblr, Pinterest, Tik-Tok etc ||

If you have these social media platforms, they can be really good source material for aesthetic and little ideas that people like to see. Tik Tok has admittingly some amazing and underrated creators with super cool edits and artworks. Pinterest is a great source for aesthetics and creating your character's personality, attitudes, outfits, voice, behaviour and beliefs.

And you also have our very own Tumblr! Look through the tags of the fandom you're writing for and look at the latest news, artwork, headcannon and analysis of canon characters and plotline to get ideas on how you can approach your story/fic from a new angle!

Ask your friends, parents, siblings for ideas ||

Now, I know what you're thinking. What if my friends/parents/siblings aren't into fanfiction or OCs or stories. Well, you don't actually have to tell them what you're asking your questions for.

See, I used to play a game with my sisters when we went to the shopping centre late at night. It was a huge mall and it was mostly empty at night, so we would sit at the bottom and I would ask them, "Quick! Think! What would you do if the zombie apocalypse happened right now and one came right through that door!"

And we would sit there and come up with escape plans and stuff, and it would turn into a whole 'then after I steal a school bus, I'm going to this military base and than I'm going here after' and BAM! I got a half-decent story idea coming up.

Just asking hypothetical questions like 'what would you do in a zombie apocalypse' or 'how would you win the hunger games' or ' how would you go about in a horror movie' can help you understand how other people think and soon enough, their responses become the plotlines for side characters.

Fun Fact: most of the sibling characters in my fics like Seiren and Tora Blanche from my Agents of Fate fic (Fairy Tail) were actually inspired by my real-life sisters.

Also, a lot of the dialogue from the earlier chapters from my Teen Wolf fic Breathe for Me was inspired from stuff I heard my parents say (mostly my Dad because he's hilarious).

Sometime you get sick of hearing yourself over and over again, so go listen to someone else! Go look on reddit even, message your friends, ask your siblings/parents random questions, hell - feel free to drop a random hypothetical in my inbox for my own response!

Talk to other creators ||

Most importantly, talk to us!

Feel free to come to any of your close mutuals or anyone who has opened their ask box for your convenience as we are always up to talk about OCs, exchange tips and advice, help with inspiration and recommendations as well as helping to round and develop your OCs and plotlines if needed.

All the creators in the OC Community are very friendly and approachable in my experience but I understand that it can be a daunting and anxious experience to talk to new people, even on the internet.

So, to any OC creators, fanfiction writers, and original writers who are seeing this, please let us know by reblogging or commenting below if you are free to chat!

My inbox and my messages are always open to any and all if you want to talk OCs 😊

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