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UNHOLY - Chapter Fifteen

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summary: the night and into the morning before the trial that will determine the fates of Yuta and Ten, it’s all you can think about, dream about, have nightmares about. But when you wake, you find yourself plunged into a new dawn of horror

length: 14,467 words

tags: smut, threesome, double penetration, creampie, etc.

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You’re not sure how long it takes before you truly and deeply fall asleep that night before the trial. For a while, it feels like you’ll never sink into the true state of peace that sleep should bring you. Once you’ve cried until you feel worn out, your eyes raw and puffy, you slowly drift out of consciousness.

Yet still.

Every time either Mark or WinWin moves, you wake. Each time that the lights you created on the ceiling flare a little too brightly, you wake. Your night consists of restless sleep, twisted dreams, Mark comfortingly telling you to go back to sleep.

Your first nightmare of the night begins a little too realistically.

Your dream opens in the dark bedroom. You can hear WinWin breathing beside you, and you can feel Mark’s cool arm against yours.

At first, you think you’ve actually woken, and you can’t tell what woke you up until the door of the room bursts open. Watchers flood into the room in a flurry of noise and light and activity, tearing you away from the bed before any of you get the chance to react. It feels real as you’re dragged from the bed, across the floor, out the door.

You only wake when Mark presses his cool hands to your cheeks, repeating your name as you thrash around. When you properly wake up, in the same room and with arms around you, you freak out a bit until you realize that WinWin has his arms around you, his lips against your shoulder, Mark’s hands on your cheeks.

They hold you until you drift calmly back to sleep, and immediately you’re swept into deeper and darker dreams of the same scenario with slight variations. Over and over again: you pass through nightmares of you being taken away, of Mark being torn from the bed while you’re forced to watch him being torn apart, of WinWin being leashed and dragged from the room kicking and snarling, bloodied and bruised.

There is an intense night terror of angels breaking through the windows of the green bedroom. Glass shatters over the bed, glittering like snowfall in the moonlight as incredible angels – beautiful and terrifying – fill the bedroom with light and awe-inspired fear. They scoop all three of you into their arms and fly out into the night with you, speaking in a language that you know you should understand although you can’t, and they drop you when you’re high above the ground. Your stomach does that horrible plummeting thing that jolts you awake again, your heart pounding, limbs tense, and you curl yourself against Mark’s side, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Quiet,” Mark whispers, lifting a hand to stroke your hair. “It’s just a dream.”

It’s not like it ends there.

You wish it did. You wish that you wouldn’t fall asleep again, but you’re tired. Mentally and physically drained from the activities of the day, so you tumble once more into sleep, into twisted nightmares. Now it’s not you being stolen away that you’re presented with, but instead nightmares of the trial commencing; unspeakable things plague those dreams, leaving you waking in terror, choking on your own sobs, the sickening images of your boyfriends’ destructions replaying on your eyelids. Even as you tell yourself that it was just a dream, the bile rises in your throat, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

It’s only when Mark lays his cool lips against the side of your head, places his chilled fingertips against your temple on the other side of your head, that you even begin to relax. The feeling of his skin on yours relaxes you, relieving the throbbing headache you weren’t even truly aware of until this moment.

“I promised myself I would never play mind games with you again,” he admits softly, “But I think tonight is the exception. Sleep, babe. Dream good dreams.”

And just like that, you’re gone again.

It’s almost cruel when your dream swells into existence around you, unfolding in the hazy orange light of Hell City. You’re in your apartment, you can tell that before the dream is even fully-fledged. It’s all so familiar – the light, the air, the feel of the sheets on your skin, the heat of the bodies in bed with you. It feels real: the way that you’re on your belly, your head pillowed on a shoulder, the heat of light laying over your bare skin from the gap in the curtains, a teasing breeze sneaking in through the gap as well. You can feel the cool prickle of it over your cheeks in sharp contrast to the way your boyfriends are touching you.

Ten’s lips paint fiery kisses over your bare shoulders and your upper back, his tongue tasting the ridges of your spine, still slightly covered in the edible body glitter he’d painted you with hours and hours ago before you went out to one of Mark’s clubs. Yuta’s shoulder is the one you’re resting your head on, and he’s got his smile pressed against your hairline, his fingertips tracing whorls over the top of your shoulders, the back of your neck, toying with your hair.

Is this a memory? Some small part of you wonders, or is this a dream?

Ten’s lips move lower and lower, and you hum pleasantly when his body sinks between your legs. His hands are gentle as he moves them apart.

“Enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” Yuta asks, his voice low and teasing. “Already all worked up, and Ten’s barely even touched you.”

Ten nips lightly at your ass.

“I missed you,” your words slip from your lips without a thought.

“And where have we been?” Yuta laughs, kissing high on your cheek.

You don’t know why you said that, not right now. Not when you’re here with them, in bed with them, in Hell City and everything is fine. It’s more than fine, you realize, relaxing even more into the bed as Ten kisses his way back up your spine, his fingers sliding between your legs. He’s all slow strokes and teases, the flicker of teeth and tongue on your back, tickling breath over your ribs, until you’re turning on your side, baring your front to him.

Ten gets you to roll onto your back, your hair splayed across Yuta’s shoulder and chest as Ten snags your right leg to hook it over his hip. His fingers keep busy between your legs. And between one moment and the next, suddenly it’s Yuta between your legs, his fingers filling you, his lips kissing your clit while he grins up at you with his eyes. His hand spreads up over your belly to your chest, and you arch into his touch, rolling your hips down into the sweet pleasure of his mouth and his fingers.

Things flicker again, and it’s Ten again between your legs. He’s on his knees, in a dark valley of the underground of Hell City. His fingers dig into your thighs and hips and ass, pulling you forward to grind your pussy against his lips. You want to relive this moment again and again, to settle into this, to have both of them on their knees for you like this, treating you like a feast for them to devour.

This time you tumble back into reality with a different sort of cry, followed immediately by a groan of frustration.

“Shh,” Mark automatically shushes you, stroking his cold fingers through your hair again, and you feel yourself being pulled back under into dreams.

There are dreams of happier times. Memories more than dreams, ones with Yuta and Ten and Mark, and sometimes WinWin is there. They seem to be memories of Mark’s. They are happy projections of his memories to keep you from falling once more into nightmares. It’s nice at first, but then you suppose that out there in the real world Mark’s attention slips. Memories twist into fantasies – times that he’d watched you with Yuta and Ten, his heart burning with jealousy as he watched them touch you in the clubs and at his bar, in your apartment when you all thought no one would notice. His memories and thoughts take a turn towards his jealous moments, his moments of longing, all those times he wishes he would’ve just kissed you.

You swear you can almost see yourself right now. Your sleeping face painted in moonlight. You can feel a knot in your belly, insistent and hungry, an ache in your throat as the view in your dreams shrinks to just your chest, your pounding heart. Mark’s mind delves fully into fantasy – a scene in which he wakes you up right now with a bite, or maybe just a kiss, maybe with his lips on your tits.

After that, it’s like you’re in freefall.

Your dreams flood in. Sexy dreams of different scenarios with Mark, with WinWin, with Yuta and Ten. There’s a dream set in black-and-white, with the classic vampire tropes and imagery, you draped over Mark’s lap while he drinks from your throat, but his hands are busy beneath your skirt. There’s a dream featuring Ten that takes you by surprise, with you chained up, your arms and legs bound apart as he teases and touches and takes from you. A dream involving WinWin makes your entire body erupt with heat, involving you waking to find him humping your thigh and whining, telling you that his rut has just struck again.

And then there’s the dream that forms around you, set right in the green bedroom. Moonlight fills the room, painting your body in silver light just as it had in Mark’s fantasy about waking you. You can feel WinWin beside you, one of his hands curved over your bare thigh. Your pussy throbs already in the dream as his fingers twitch towards your hot core, but he doesn’t touch you with any intention. He’s asleep, and Mark’s gone, but two figures stand beside the bed.

Yuta. Ten.

Ten’s eyes are alight, switching back and forth between staring at WinWin’s hand on your thigh and your breasts, nipples peaked in the cool air and the moonlight. He climbs into the bed without hesitation. His fingers dive into your hair, pulling you up from the pillow until your mouths crush together. He’s rabid, starving, kissing you breathless, his fingers slick between your thighs, and it’s a wonder you haven’t cum untouched yet with all of these sex dreams one after the other.

They always end too early, before you can get to the good part, but this time you won’t let it happen. You’re going to hold onto this dream and bend it to your will.

“Ten,” you sigh, and then again and again, “Ten, Ten, Ten.”

He laughs into the kiss as you clutch at his shoulder with one hand, your other reaching down to press your fingers over his between your legs. “Is WinWin not enough for you?” Ten teases, and you gasp softly as he fills you with his fingers. “Nobody makes you cum like we do, darling, isn’t that right?”

All you can do is moan.

Ten kisses along your jaw and your throat. His fingers stroke inside you. Your heart thunders in your chest, your body hot and throbbing with need. His eyes glitter in the moonlight when he breaks away from kissing your throat, looking down at you with a smile, his gaze intent as he looks you over. His gaze catches on the bruises and the bite marks, and you know he wants to say something, but Ten keeps his thoughts to himself, instead diving back down to paint his jealousies on your skin with his mouth, making his own marks to cover those already on you.

Ten chooses to leave a hickey on your shoulder, right over a very sensitive spot that your brain reminds you Mark kept favoring hours ago before you fell asleep. (You’re dreaming, remember?, your brain also supplies, and again you reassert your will to not let control of this dream slip away. You want to hold and be held by Ten and Yuta, to finally cum after the past series of horny dreams. You don’t want this dream to end.) your body arches, your pussy contracting around Ten’s fingers, and your fingernails dig into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

“Shit,” Ten hisses, lifting his mouth from your shoulder. He grinds the heel of his palm against your clit, moving his fingers inside you rapidly. Your thighs draw together around his wrist, and as you open your mouth to cry out, Yuta swoops in at last.

You’d nearly forgotten him there, standing as a frozen shadow in the corner of your eye. Everything had been all about Ten, but the moment that Yuta kisses you, your world bursts. Your orgasm brings flames flickering along your fingers even as you rake one hand through Yuta’s hair, the other still digging sharp nails into Ten’s shoulder. Neither of them seem to mind the flames at all. Ten even pulls your hand from his shoulder to his lips, kissing your fiery fingertips first before he sucks first one and then a second finger into his mouth.

Yuta’s hands are warm, familiar. He touches you, a hand on your belly rising up over your ribs to your chest. You whimper into his kiss as he cups one of your tits, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

You’re so caught up in Yuta — the overwhelming feeling of him touching you now, his scent which smells like coming home, the intoxicating tangle of his tongue with yours — that you don’t pay any attention to the way that Ten pulls your fingers from his lips, guiding your hand down to touch him. You register the weight of him in your hand, his fingers curled around yours to get your hand moving, but you lose yourself in kissing Yuta, in the movement of his hand back down your belly, taking over tracing teasing circles on your clit now that Ten is more focused on himself.

You dare not pull away from Yuta’s lips, not even to draw breath to say his name, you just moan it into the kiss, the syllables of his name no more than a deep hum in your chest. He moans in reply, something that sounds like your name.

Whether Yuta shifts Ten out of the way or your dream just rearranges things and removes Ten from the equation, suddenly Yuta is the one hovering over you, his knees touching the insides of your spread thighs. Yuta sinks down and you have missed the wicked shot of pleasure it gives you to see Yuta between your thighs, the feel of him ducking his head to kiss your pussy, opening you up with his tongue, licking you out like you’re giving him the sweetest nectar.

One of his hands snakes up your body covering your mouth as you struggle to not moan loudly for him. Your eyes roll, your hips lifting off the bed to grind against Yuta’s lips, and he cradles an arm beneath your tailbone, holding you against him as he fucks you on his tongue.

“Yuta,” you manage to moan aloud, quickly followed up with a pleading, “Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

His lips are damp as he kisses across your inner thigh. His mouth glistens as he lifts his head to look up at you. His hair is a mess, longer and a little shaggier than you remember it being that last day in Hell City, but his hair is gorgeous nonetheless, and you long to rake your fingers through the inky black softness of it.

Yuta moans softly, biting gently at your belly as you tug at a fistful of his hair. “Careful, my love,” his voice is low with a warning. “Have you forgotten who you belong to?”

You lift your chin, catching his eye and holding his gaze. A challenge. “I belong to no one but myself.”

Your boyfriend grins. “Damn right. But are you telling me that your pussy doesn’t have my name on it, reserved for me?”

Tonight, of course. Right now, definitely.

“Just fuck me!” You whine, knotting your fingers in his hair again to give a yank.

Yuta swears, and then he’s moving, pressing your knees towards your chest, and you’re not exactly sure when all of his clothes disappeared, but he thrusts into you smoothly, all bare skin, bare cock, bare desire as he looks into your eyes while he hits home.

Ten’s hand — as well as the rest of him — makes a sudden reappearance. He covers your mouth with his hand, trapping your moan against his palm. His other hand is busy stroking himself, and just like Yuta, Ten’s clothes have also magically disappeared. Not that you have any complaints about that; in fact, you take the opportunity to admire Ten’s slim frame, his silhouette, the demon marks on his skin that you’re so familiar with yet they seem almost as if you’ve forgotten some of them and are only now rediscovering them.

Yuta leans down, stealing your attention back as he begins kissing your throat, tongue tracing around the bruises on your neck left by Mark’s fangs. Ten takes the opportunity to shift his weight over you, his knees pressing into the mattress beside your head. His gaze meets yours, the hesitation, seeking confirmation and consent which is honestly so hot in the moment. Your mouth falls open, you nod, and you hold your tongue out.

You still have a hand twisted in Yuta’s hair, the other drags your fingernails along the ridges of his spine as he smoothly rolls his hips forward, but as Ten taps the head of his cock against your lips, you abandon Yuta’s back to instead curl your fingernails against the meaty part of Ten’s thigh. You also yank on Yuta’s hair again, and both of your boyfriends moan. Both of them thrust forward – Yuta stroking right against the bundle of nerves inside you that sends a wave of heat to tighten in your core, and Ten slips his cock right over your tongue and into your waiting mouth.

All feels right, in the moment.

You feel complete to have them both inside you, to have WinWin there (even barely playing a role in this dream as he sleeps beside you), and even Mark’s presence isn’t forgotten in the subtle throb of pleasure that lingers from his bites every time that one of your boyfriends brushes over them.

You gag a little around Ten’s cock before you just completely relax, gazing into his eyes as you let him control the blowjob.

Yuta’s lips trail higher up your throat, touching the corner of your jaw, and then he’s whispering in your ear. “So good for us, our little angel. You’re going to look so pretty when Ten cums across your face.” You whine, pussy contracting around Yuta’s cock, and your eyes roll as you break gazes with Ten to attempt to make eye contact with Yuta. Frustratingly, you can’t do that as he keeps his lips against your ear. “Go on, my love, you’re taking our cocks so well. We’ve been without your touch for too long while you’ve been playing with WinWin and Mark.”

You moan around Ten, and a series of syllables in an unknown language pour from his lips. His cock pulses on your tongue.

“Did you think of us when they were touching you?” Yuta asks. His teeth graze your earlobe.

Again, you moan, your body arching, hips rolling in an attempt to get Yuta to move faster and deeper than the gentle rocking tease he’s maintaining right now. Your whole body is covered in goosebumps, a chill running along every inch of skin that he and Ten are not touching – which is far too much of it, as far as you’re concerned.

As if you spoke your thoughts aloud, Ten pulls away.

You gasp for breath, and before you can truly even fully draw in the first breath, Ten’s got his hands on your shoulders, moving you and Yuta, making you both sit up, pushing you up into Yuta’s lap so you’re sitting down on his cock. Ten slides in behind you, his hands on your hips as he moves closer.

“I can’t take this. I need to feel you properly.” Ten kisses between your shoulder blades, and then he’s sliding his fingers down your spine, over your tailbone, dipping down until his touch meets where Yuta fits inside you.

This is without a doubt your favorite dream of the night.

Eons better than those early nightmares, but also so much greater than the series of sex dreams that have led up to this one.

Yuta kisses you quiet as Ten spreads you open, as with each stroke of Ten’s fingers and Yuta’s cock, the heat inside of you burns a little hotter. Yuta draws circles against your clit, still rocking his hips up into you, and finally, Ten joins him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” you sigh, dropping your head forward against Yuta’s shoulder as Ten bottoms out.

As much as you really like WinWin and Mark, as wonderful as all the sex you’ve had with them has been, you know that they can’t ever compare to how you feel with Yuta and Ten. There’s just something so complete in your sexual encounters with the two demons that you don’t think you can ever truly find anywhere else. They fit you perfectly, wholly. If you had to put it into words, maybe you would declare them your soulmates, the perfect fit for you in every way.

With both of them inside you now, with the building tingle in your belly and toes and the feeling of being so full with them, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your climax. Your body shakes with the intensity of it, pinned between the hot press of your boyfriends’ bodies as they keep moving. Both of them try to kiss you, though Yuta certainly has the main advantage on that as he’s right in front of you, but Ten inserts himself too.

They both keep thrusting into you, bouncing you on their cocks even while they kiss you, muffling your moans and sighs, the way you chant, “Yuta, Yuta, Yuta,” as he keeps stimulating your clit even once tears have already sprung to your eyes and your limbs are trembling from the overstimulating pleasure.

Ten reaches around, tweaking your nipples between his fingers while you’ve got your head turned to the side to be able to kiss him. You roll your hips desperately back and forth on your two boyfriends’ cocks, aiming to never let this end. Even when you reach the point that you’re so sensitive it almost hurts, you don’t want it to end.

You just want them.

Never-ending.

Forever.

Yuta cums first. His flame wings unfurl for an instant, flashing bright white as the tips rise to brush against the ceiling before it’s just him before you again. The faintest scent of smoke lingers in the air. He wraps his arms around you, drawing you against his chest as he pumps you full with his cum even as Ten is still going.

Yuta slowly pulls away from you until he’s lying flat on his back, you supporting yourself on your hands above him, while Ten is still snapping his hips forward against your ass. You throw your head back, unable to help moaning when Ten trails one of his hands up from your chest to your throat, curling his hand lightly there while he brushes his lips along your jaw. He draws the thumb of his other hand over your bottom lip, then he whispers, “Did you want me to cum here, little saint? Paint your lovely face? Or do you want to feel me inside you? Carry a little bit of me with you, along with Yuta and Mark and WinWin?”

Ten flicks his tongue out, and for an instant you catch that tang of sulfur on the air as he does something. A warm feeling fills your belly, and Ten’s voice is right in your ear, ringing through your dream- and lust-hazed mind.

“Gonna make you feel so full, darling.” He humps forward, and you can feel him in your belly. Yuta curses quietly beneath you, his hand coming up to your abdomen. His skin is fire-hot against yours, and his half-soft cock still inside you begins to harden again. “Tell us which of us you missed more?” Ten asks, just loud enough for Yuta to hear, before he thrusts in and grinds in deeper.

The gasp of Ten’s name that falls from your lips is almost involuntary, but it’s exactly what he was hoping to hear.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Ten combs his fingers through your hair drawing it back from where bits of it are falling into your face. You know he wants Yuta to be able to see your face, to see every little expression that tells Yuta how good Ten is making you feel. Nevermind that Yuta’s still inside you too, that he’s coming around for a second round. “Say my name again.”

“Ten!” Your moan pitches into a whine when he keeps going, rocking into you hard and rhythmically, chasing his high as you lose yourself. None of you are considering WinWin, but he’s just a background character in this dream anyway, and he just barely twitches when you let out the loudest moan yet as Yuta finally jumps back into action, thrusting up into you when Ten draws his hips back. They take turns now, pistoning into you alternately so there’s never a moment that you don’t feel absolutely full.

Of course, the heavy scent of sulfur in the air accompanies the little changes they’ve both made. Both of them swelling their cocks to give that little stretch more.

Your orgasm is an explosion — just a trickle of pleasure through a crack in the dam until suddenly the whole of you bursts apart. Flames lick over your skin, though your two boyfriends are quick to extinguish the fire with their lips and hands, smothering out the flames by covering every inch of you in their touches even while they both keep fucking you. Sparks dance between your fingertips as you press your hands into Yuta’s hair, drawing his mouth to yours. It’s a messy, violent, and hungry kiss. You bite at his bottom lip until you get a tiny taste of blood, and he grips your jaw tightly in his hand until you release his lip and open your mouth, wide enough for him to spit on your tongue before crashing your mouths back together.

Ten cums, watching this happen, feeling your pussy throb and hug so snuggly around his cock. He grinds forward, as deep inside you as he can get, cocking pumping you full. An endless amount of cum, it seems, still flooding your belly with warmth as he leans around, digging his hands into your hair and Yuta’s so he can pull you apart long enough for him to join in.

They both keep you moving on top of Yuta. Ten’s slowly rocking his hips as his orgasm begins to taper off, and Yuta’s got his hands on your hips, pulling you down on his cock even as he’s still thrusting smoothly up into you.

You don’t know if it’s simply the tight clutch of your pussy around him that pushes Yuta over the edge into his second orgasm, or if it’s the way that Ten leans back and draws you with him so you’re seated on Yuta’s thighs. Your knees are up, your feet planted on the bed on either side of Yuta’s torso, and you find the strength to start fucking yourself down on Yuta’s solid cock. Ten plays with your nipples, and he suctions his mouth to your throat while you take this one last joyride on Yuta’s cock.

Yuta cums at the same time as you do.

You squirt around his cock, making a mess of his abs and even a bit on his chest. That didn’t bother him a bit, he fucks into you, your pussy frothing around his cock from all the cum, dripping with their thick loads even as he adds even more to it.

Boneless, you collapse back against Ten. You press a hand down against Yuta’s belly, feeling the sticky, wet and slimy mess on his skin. “Fuck,” you sigh. “This has been too good.”

Ten draws you backwards, off of Yuta, and carefully you’re placed back against the pillows. You’re limp now, fucked properly boneless, without the strength to even reach for them as they both climb off the bed.

“Don’t go,” you beg, “Not yet.”

You’re not ready for this dream to end, though you can tell that the time is almost up. You can feel the dream slipping. Growing a little hazy as the blankness between sleep and wakefulness pulls at you.

“No,” you whine, clinging to the dream, clinging to the shapes of Yuta and Ten. “Don’t go.”

Already they’re moving away. They’ve left you in bed, the shadowy distance of the floor growing between you and them. You sit up as quickly as you can, and attempt to throw yourself across that space. For a moment, you experience that horrible slow-motion sense that sometimes happens in dreams, as if you’re reaching for your boyfriends through water, your body dragging through the movements while your brain screams at you to just reach. And then you’re there, off the edge of the bed, on your feet.

Yuta wraps his arms around you. Your chest aches with it – that need and that love, that feeling of never being able to have enough of this right here. You’re able to loosen an arm, to grab Ten around the waist and drag him closer until he crashes against your side, his arms around you too.

You hug them both tightly, like you can crush them into yourself. You want to be inseparable. You want this dream to never end. Waking means facing reality, and your reality is more of a nightmare than this. You don’t want to face the trial, the prospect of the Watchers finding your boyfriends guilty of a fucking stupid violation.

You don’t know when it started, but you quickly find that you’re crying.

Ten rests his chin against the top of your head. The tears fall faster when Ten curls his hand affectionately against the back of your neck, his arm fast around your waist. You clutch at his sides.

“I hate this,” you curse, your words half-muffled against whichever one of your boyfriends’ shoulders you’re pressed against. “I want to be with you. Not just in a dream.”

“Be with us then,” Ten’s lips meet your forehead, sparking over your skin. “You have the power to make dreams reality, darling.”

There’s more truth to that than you would have realized even just a day ago. You’re half-Watcher, half-demon. You don’t have a full understanding of what powers you do have, but your ability to manifest things is great. Maybe, somehow, you do have the ability to shape reality, to bend the course of fate.

Above your head, Yuta whispers something, garbled words that you can’t make out in the moment. Ten holds you even tighter, his lips against your ear when he says, “Come find us, darling. We’re always waiting for you.”

“If you lose the trial,” you say, lifting your head to look into Ten’s eyes, “I can’t follow where you’re going. There’s no finding you in the abyss.”

Ten smiles softly, looking over you to Yuta.

Yuta’s hand slides down the length of your spine. “We won’t lose, my love. Is that why you’ve been crying?” You turn your head when you feel Yuta’s hand on your cheek. “Stop crying for us,” Yuta teases, wiping at your cheeks. “It will all be okay, my love. Stop worrying, and maybe the rest of your sleep will be dreamless tonight.”

As if it’s so easy to stop worrying. Your brain should know better.

Yuta knocks his fingers lightly beneath your chin, dipping in quickly to kiss you. “Pretty girl, do you have no faith in us? Out of all the beings in the universe that wanted you, we’re the ones that found you. We’re the ones that fell in love with you.”

Ten wraps both of his arms around your waist. “Don’t you dare think it’s so easy to get rid of us. Just send us off to a little life or death trial, thinking we’re going to let the result be death. Think positive, little saint. Maybe say a prayer for us.” He kisses your cheek.

You hiccup a little sob. You haven’t prayed in a while, and from what Renjun has told you about the history of God and the Watchers, you’re not even sure if He would be listening to you if you did pray for the liberation of your demons.

“I know Mark and WinWin have been keeping you company, but they’re not replacements.” Yuta strokes your cheek. “We’ll come back to each other.”

Ten snorts. “There’s just a few hoops to jump through first.”

You don’t want to think about those hoops. You’re terrified that you’re going to wake up and it will be morning already, with only an hour or so before the trial’s start. But you’re also scared that you’re going to wake up and find it’s still the middle of the night and there are hours left to go.

“Oh, darling,” Ten coos affectionately, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “Sweet dreams.”

He brushes a light kiss against your lips before moving away to give Yuta the chance for a kiss as well. Yuta leaves his warm fingers on your cheek, his kiss lingering. You part your lips, opening up to deepen the kiss, and Yuta moves in closer, kissing you in the way you haven’t felt in weeks now, since before that night when they were both taken. It’s a desperate and loving kiss, like he doesn’t want to pull away either, that he doesn’t want you to leave he and Ten behind in this dream either.

Still mid-kiss, you hear a distant noise, like the slamming of a door, hard enough to rattle you and the walls of this dream.

You gasp, bolting upright in bed, torn from the dream.

“Another one?” Mark sighs, exasperated and concerned as he slides closer to you on the bed. His cool hand rests against your cheek where seconds ago Yuta’s warm touch had been in the dream. Mark’s other arm curls around your shoulders, and you lean against his chest. “Maybe you shouldn’t fall back asleep.”

You shake your head. If anything, you want to fall back asleep even more now. You want back into that dream, to get to see them and be with them again like you had in that one.

WinWin is still deep asleep on your other side. Sleeping like a rock, as he’s been for most of your series of nightmares and dreams.

Morning isn’t quite here yet, but the view of the garden outside the window is light enough that you can tell sunrise is almost upon you.

“You’ve been so restless,” Mark says, petting your hair. “When I got back from showering just a bit ago, you were right on the edge of the bed, looked like you were about to roll right off.” He noses against the side of your head. “And you’d been crying again.”

“I’m fine,” you tell him, brushing away his worries. “They’re just dreams.”

Mark scoffs. “I may not have dreamt in years, but I remember having some rough dreams when I was a human. Nightmares, like you’ve clearly been having tonight. Do you want to talk about it?”

No, you don’t. You change the subject instead. “What do you do all night since you don’t sleep or dream? Other than watch me sleep like a creep.” You’re teasing and Mark knows it; he laughs quietly, his head still resting against the side of yours.

“Mostly I just think. I can’t dream, but I can still daydream, so I do a lot of that. I can relax myself, kinda like meditation, which is a good substitute for sleep, so if I’m really bored I do that.” He squeezes his arm around your shoulders. “While we’ve been here, I’ve read a lot through the night, explored the House when that was allowed, or ran over our plans, each checking various outcomes of every scenario. I’ve looked out the window, studying the grounds. But back in Hell City I just listened to music or read or enjoyed the nightclubs, which I hope my team hasn’t run into the ground while we’ve been away.”

“It’s so weird to me that you’re like the badass vampire king of the underground scene that I met that first night, but you’re also you.” You tilt your head to get a look at his face, but Mark avoids eye contact, instead pulling you into an inescapable hug instead. You sigh, brushing your lips beneath his jaw. “You’re so kind, so easygoing with me. Like, if I met you like this before anything else, I would never believe that you were the kind of guy who created and runs a whole underground network of nightclubs, or that you’re the head of the biggest coven in Hell City.”

Sometimes you forget that Mark is an important person. He has a role in the society of Hell City. Not that Yuta, Ten, and WinWin aren’t important.

But Mark knows people. He runs in multiple circles.

“Don’t you think they’re wondering where you are?” You ask.

“Probably they think I’m holed up somewhere with you.” He tucks his head, nose brushing your neck as he breathes in. “Everyone close to me could smell you on me. You have a strong scent, babe. A really good one. Even before WinWin and I were guarding you in your apartment, your scent was all over me, and my coven and associates would razz me about it. They all wanted to know who you were; who had finally beguiled me out of my celibacy streak.”

You laugh aloud before remembering that WinWin is still sleeping on the other side of the bed. More quietly, you ask, “Beguiled you?”

Mark nods, his cool cheek pressed between your shoulder and your neck, and you have the feeling that if he were human, he’d be fully blushing right now. “From the first time I saw you. You looked like a treat in that pretty red dress. You still had the look of innocence on you, and you’ve only gotten more and more beautiful.”

Flattery.

It’s your turn to blush and you push at Mark’s shoulder, but he only turns his head, kissing along your collarbone. “I was beyond jealous when the three of you started fucking,” he admits, “When neither Ten or Yuta could keep their hands off of you even while we were out in public. But I get it. No one can ever get enough of you.”

You giggle and it turns into a moan when Mark kisses down your chest.

Mark pulls you up into his lap. His head is bowed, lips on your chest, kissing your breasts. You gasp his name, giggling as his hair tickles against your skin.

“Can’t you keep it down?” WinWin groans sleepily, rolling over and dragging the pillow over his face. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Your only response is to sigh Mark’s name again. It’s not your fault that WinWin has been sleeping like the dead up until this point, completely ignorant of the prior conversation, almost all of your rough wakings from dreams. He’d barely stirred since the first nightmare had jolted you awake. But now he’s awake, and fully aware of what you and Mark were getting started.

WinWin reaches over, loosely groping as if he can find the snooze button on the pair of you. Mark laughs when WinWin accidentally grabs onto his ear.

The sun isn’t even up yet, but the three of you are awake and laughing, Mark’s head pillowed against your tits as WinWin’s hand falls down to your thigh. This moment is good and happy, you think, memorizing the sound of Mark’s laugh and the crinkle of WinWin’s eyes as he peers out from beneath the pillow.

And then the happy moment shatters, splintering into a million slivers.

A door slams against the wall out in the common room. Footsteps race across the floor towards the green bedroom, and the door bursts open.

WinWin leaps off the bed, twisted among the sheets as he falls to all fours. His limbs shudder with the adrenaline of transformation. His teeth are already bared into fangs, a growl ripping from his throat.

“Oh my God!” Renjun cries from his spot in the doorway.

Neither his eyes nor his exclamation are meant for WinWin writhing on the floor. Instead, Renjun is looking right at your bare back, your position in Mark’s lap, and probably the bitemarks and bruises left on your back from the activities throughout the night. Renjun covers his eyes with his hand, spinning around so his back is to the room.

“Sorry to interrupt!” He says quickly. “But we have to go. Like, now.”

Mark nearly dumps you off of his lap onto the floor.

“Go? Go where?” Mark asks, but he’s already moving. He pulls on a shirt from a pile of discarded clothes on the settee in the corner of the room. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t have time to explain. Just get dressed.” Renjun half-turns, catching a slight glimpse of you pulling on an outfit you’ve just manifested from thin air, spotting WinWin struggling to free himself from the bedsheets on the floor. “Quickly.”

WinWin stands in the middle of the room naked. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell us what’s going on, Renjun.”

You’ve never seen Renjun angry really. Frustrated, yes. Annoyed, yes. But in this moment you get to see a combination of new emotions play out across his pretty features. His silver eyes nearly glow in the darkness, his face flushing, his shoulders tensing and he draws himself up to his full height, which truly seems to grow with his anger. “Just fucking listen to me! I don’t have time to explain!”

You and Mark are already dressed, driven on by the anger and the panic bleeding into Renjun’s voice. You toss a shirt and pair of pants at WinWin.

There aren’t many belongings that you have here in the House of the Watchers. You came here with essentially just the clothes on your back, but there are a few small items that you’ve manifested that you want to take with you scattered about, so you gather them up quickly as WinWin pulls on his clothes.

Renjun watches closely, and the moment that WinWin has slipped his feet into a pair of shoes, Renjun is spinning on his heel, marching across the common room.

“Are the guards going to let us out?” Mark asks, keeping close behind Renjun.

“No.” Renjun doesn’t even look around. He passes right by the door of the common room, heading right for the door of the blue bedroom. “I have a better idea.”

You haven’t stepped foot in the blue bedroom since the first night here. All the mirrors covering the walls had been thoroughly off-putting, and after Renjun’s warning to WinWin about the mirrors, the door to that bedroom had been firmly closed. Until now.

Now the door is slightly open, likely swung nearly shut again from where Renjun had slammed it open moments ago.

“Where are we going?” WinWin repeats, warily pausing in the doorway while you and Mark follow Renjun inside.

“We’re leaving,” is all that Renjun says before he faces a large, ornate mirror with gilt edges. “It’s not safe here for you any longer.”

You begin to ask, “But what about—“

“It’s not safe.” Renjun cuts you off sharply. “If we don’t leave now, I’m not sure when you’ll find the chance again. Are you coming?”

He reaches into the mirror, the reflection rippling outward from the point where his hand disappears up to the wrist. His other hand, he extends to you. You take it. Mark doesn’t hesitate, clutching your hand. It’s WinWin who hovers halfway between the doorway and where the three of you are lined up in front of the mirror.

You can see the distrust in his eyes. He’s always been a bit unsure of Renjun’s allegiance, and this whole situation paired with the pre-existing distrust could make Renjun’s intentions seem sketchy. But you trust Renjun entirely; he’s never shown you any reason to doubt him, and you’re all aware of the danger the Watchers pose.

“We’re just leaving?” WinWin asks. “What about Ten and Yuta?”

Your heart thuds heavily in your chest. The memory of them in your dream still lingers on your skin, the ghost of their lips and hands, a dull ache between your legs, though that’s really more likely to be due to the very real continuous fucking you’d done with the vampire and werewolf that flank you right now.

Renjun just glares at WinWin. “I said we have to leave now, didn’t you get that? I know that the three of you came here on a rescue mission, or whatever, but truly, if I don’t get you out of here right now, there’s no hope of any of you making it out. So come with me, or stay, but it’s your life on the line.”

You don’t like the idea of leaving Yuta and Ten alone here, down in the dungeon to face their trial later today all alone. But if what Renjun is saying, if the urgency in his tone is any indication, then you really can’t wait around to attempt a prisonbreak for your boyfriends. Not now.

There’s a sharp pain in your chest, the sting of tears in your eyes.

You remember that last goodbye in their cells. You know that God might not be listening, but you send up a desperate plea to Him. Please, don’t let that be the last time that you see them.

Mark squeezes your hand. Renjun makes a short sound of frustration, and WinWin growls from deep in his chest. You know he wants a proper explanation from Renjun about what is happening, and you know that he – like you and Mark too – doesn’t want to leave without Yuta and Ten, not without at least knowing their fates aren’t sealed with a stamp of doom. But you also know that your boyfriends would put your safety and the assuredness of you having a future over their own lives right now. You know, without a doubt, that they would urge you to take this escape Renjun is offering you.

“WinWin,” you say his name gently, shaking Mark’s hand out of yours to instead reach for WinWin. “I know you don’t trust him, but whether Renjun’s leading us to safety or into a trap, wouldn’t you rather be there?”

Renjun makes an insulted sound behind you, but you ignore him. Your eyes are only on WinWin.

“If you won’t trust him, trust me. Trust my judgment call.” You wiggle your fingers at him. Renjun sighs impatiently behind you, which earns him a sharp glare from WinWin before the werewolf slides his hand into yours.

You can’t hold both Mark and WinWin’s hands as well as Renjun’s, too.

Mark takes WinWin’s other hand, eyeing the tight hold you have now on WinWin.

“Perfect,” Renjun says, readjusting his hold on your hand. “Now, there are a few things before we do this. Clear your mind, hold your breath, just let me lead you. That means don’t let go of the hand in front of you. Don’t let go of the one behind you. Don’t try to follow anywhere other than where I lead, got it?”

Mark and WinWin grumble their acknowledgements.

You’re expecting it this time when Renjun leads you through the bitter cold of the mirror’s surface, but it is impossible to prepare yourself for how truly cold it is.

WinWin squeezes your hand harshly, grinding the bones of your hand together as he follows you into the mirror. You can only imagine Mark is doing the same to him.

The cold scrapes over your skin, and you keep your eyes shut tight because you hated doing this the first time, and this time is certainly no better. You just follow where Renjun leads, holding tight to both hands you hold to keep WinWin and Mark moving right behind you. Once again, you feel your chest growing tight with the need to breathe right as Renjun’s hand pulls away, but this time you just embrace the feeling. You don’t panic.

This time, you slip through the surface of the mirror like you’re stepping through a curtain. It parts around you, silken as it slides over your skin, and you step out into the warm and gentle air beside Renjun.

WinWin stumbles out behind you, immediately looping his arm around you, holding you tight back against his chest. Mark emerges from the mirror’s surface, waving it away like fog or wisps of cobwebs. His eyes touch on yours briefly before he’s looking around, glancing over Renjun then at the rest of the room.

You recognize this place.

The empty ballroom where Renjun had found you on your first morning here.

He’s just led you through the ornate mirror that takes up almost one entire wall of the ballroom. Ahead of you are the floor-to-ceiling windows set in the other three walls, and the view from here is still of a luscious garden swathed in the shadows of twilight before sunrise.

When Renjun sets out across the empty, glossy floor of the ballroom, you realize where he’s leading you.

“Outside?” You ask. Your voice echoes oddly around the space.

Renjun half-turns to look back at you. “Of course. Where did you think we were going? I told you we were leaving.”

“I thought you said it was dangerous out there?” You ask. “That if we step outside–”

“As long as we’re not planning to re-enter, it shouldn’t be a problem. And we’re not coming back in. Also, the sooner we leave, the better,” Renjun says, continuing on towards the doors that lead out to the garden. “As soon as that guard outside your rooms realizes that the three of you have vanished, they’re going to tear this house apart looking for you.”

WinWin propels you forward without another word. He keeps behind you, Mark beside him, both of them herding you towards Renjun. WinWin leaves a hand lightly on your back, not letting you slip away from him.

“A few things before we go,” Renjun says, “Once we step out there, the House will lock us out. And there are more reasons than just simply getting locked out for the Watchers to warn you off exploring outside the House. There are monsters. The primordial mindless beasts God placed in Purgatory with nowhere else to put them, which the Watchers have attempted to domesticate over the eons without much success. They kinda roam the gardens and the forest freely after dark, starving and mindless. You don’t want one of them to cross our path. So just a heads-up. If you see something big, dark, and monstrous hurtling towards us, run in the opposite direction.”

As if any of that makes you feel any better about leaving right now.

Danger lurks inside the House as well as outside.

“Maybe I should shift,” WinWin suggests quietly. His hand slides up to your shoulder. “I’m stronger when I’m a wolf. I can protect you better.”

“You’re reckless as a wolf,” Mark shoots back. “If there’s a monster out there, you’ll go chasing it down and get lost.”

WinWin glares over at Mark. “I’ll smell anything coming. I’ll be able to run faster. I can rip out the throat of any threat.”

You don’t miss the way WinWin’s gaze slides over to Renjun when he says that.

“They’re weak to sunlight. The beasts out there.” Renjun lays his hand on the handle of the door. “The sun should be up soon, but we need to get out of here before then. Transform into a wolf if you want, but like Mark said, if you run off, we’re not waiting for you. Getting her to safety is my top priority.”

Renjun says it with such an official business tone, it throws you off for a second. You met the guy five days ago, and yes, he’s been helpful and friendly and honest with you, but right now it seems like he’s risking a lot for someone he met only a few days ago. But of course, Mark and WinWin can’t disagree with him as your safety is their top priority as well.

WinWin suddenly drags his shirt over his head, passing it off to you as you stand there in surprise at the man abruptly stripping in front of you.

Renjun swears under his breath, turning his back on the three of you, though you can still see his face reflecting in the panes of glass. Mark grumbles as well, saying something about how WinWin just can’t seem to ever keep his clothes on. WinWin doesn’t acknowledge either of the other men, instead he finishes pulling his clothes off and handing them to you.

“Keep them safe for me. Wherever he’s taking us, I doubt I want to be there naked.” WinWin smiles and dips in to kiss your cheek before he strides forward. “Are we going out there or what?”

Renjun swings the door open.

WinWin is the first one outside, stepping barefooted onto the stone patio. Pale pre-dawn light filters down over him, outlining and contouring him. Renjun brushes right by him, doing his best to avoid the other’s nudity. Mark, however, smacks WinWin’s hip as he passes by, saying, “Hurry up with the transformation. We’re in a rush.”

You bundle WinWin’s clothes up tightly against your chest and strike out after them. You like looking at WinWin — his tall, thin frame and wiry muscles, the small curve of his ass. Now isn’t the time for admiring him, but less than fifteen minutes ago you were midway through getting sensual with Mark, so it’s not like your mind is too far away from getting lost in lust.

“Let’s go,” Mark sighs, reaching over to grab your hand.

As he leads you away from where WinWin is standing just outside of the House, you can hear the beginnings of the transformation behind you. You hear WinWin gasp, his breathing growing ragged. There’s a groan and a crunching sound. Mark keeps you moving forward, walking along behind Renjun down a set of stone steps onto the garden path.

This garden is vastly different from the one that you passed through on your first day here in Purgatory. That one had been near death, but this garden thrives with life. Tall hedges are full of verdant leaves, trees line the path with branches adorned in flowers and fruit. Beds are overflowing with fragrant roses and violets, with small bush-like plants that have shiny green leaves, some other plants with leaves the size of your head, some that have vines trailing through the other flowerbeds.

There are so many plants, and you can’t even begin to hope to identify even half of them. The important and astounding thing is that they’re all alive.

A howl breaks through the air behind you, long and high, carried on the light breeze that flutters petals from the tree branches as you pass beneath them. Moonlight casts shadows through the leaves as the moon emerges from behind a cloud.

Renjun freezes when the shining light washes over him, his head tilted up to the moon. His skin seems to glow, soaking in the moonlight until his skin and his hair and his eyes all have the silvery sheen of the full moon. “My mother used to tell me elves are stronger beneath the light of the moon and the stars. It’s been so long since I was able to feel like this. The Watchers hardly ever allowed me outdoors, and never during the night.” The air shimmers around him, taking on a pearly, glittery sheen.

Behind you comes the heavy sound of feet hitting the ground, four feet treading very quickly towards you. WinWin, in full wolf form, leaps clear over the nearby hedge, his forepaws sliding a little in the dirt on the landing, but otherwise graceful. He lopes casually towards the three of you, his gaze constantly darting around, ears twitching. He butts his head gently against your shoulder when he reaches you, and you twist your fingers through his thick fur.

“Keep your heads up,” Renjun says, and his voice even sounds different, exposed to the moonlight right now. Lighter, airier, with a more bell-like tone. And when he starts walking away, even his steps are lighter, barely touching the dirt.

Renjun leads your strange party through the garden, down winding turning paths, through arches cut into the hedges, guiding the way turn after turn of this maze-like garden.

Mostly it’s quiet and peaceful, but as the plants begin to grow browner, the branches of the trees more bare, the air takes on a more eerie and ominous feeling. The shadows are deeper, the air takes on a chill, and although you appear to be alone, you swear you can feel eyes on you.

You jump, startled the first time you see a statue half-hidden in an overgrown hedge, its stony gray gaze staring without seeing.

Your party of four is moving quickly through the garden, though you’re beginning to realize that the luscious garden you’d first entered just a short while ago is the same that you’d entered through on that first day. Different sections, same garden. Everything around you is passing through the seasons of plantlife, and you’re passing through the fading season of autumnal browns, oranges, purples, reds, and yellows. Leaves crunch under foot. Mud clings to the soles of your shoes as you rush along a narrow path.

Renjun pauses when you reach an open plot. Just before you, the path sinks down a few steps into a sunken garden. Trellises draped with withered vines sit dry-rotting. The wind whistles eerily, rattling the branches of a nearly barren tree in the center of the sunken section. Paths lead off of this circular opening like the spokes of a wheel, and Renjun takes a moment to look around, as if he can’t quite remember which way to go from here.

The first sign you get that something might be wrong is the distant sound of cracking and breaking branches. Something moving rapidly closer.

“Shit,” Renjun curses quietly, and then he’s taking off.

Mark catches up with him easily, and you set off at a run as well. WinWin keeps pace beside you, though you’re sure that he could easily outdistance you too. He snaps and snarls as he runs beside you, and you wonder if he’s agitated because of Renjun or because of whatever was making the noise.

You decide you don’t care which it is when you skid to a halt behind Mark. He’s stopped at another forking path. Renjun is looking around at the two dark paths that lie ahead. Mark’s fangs are bared as he spins in a circle, scanning both of the paths ahead as well as the one behind.

An uncanny chattering, chittering sound approaches.

Your flames are drawn to the surface, the power zipping along that connection to that deep well you’ve felt before. Could you teleport yourself out of here now? If things take a bad turn, could you jump away from the danger? Something inside you sings, like a warning raking its nails down your spine. You hold your flames just beneath the surface of your skin, not wanting them to set you aglow, like a beacon in the dark to whatever menacing creature is stalking through the garden.

The distant horizon glows faintly orange, hinting at the impending sunrise.

“How much farther to wherever you’re taking us?” Mark asks.

WinWin’s head snaps around to the left, staring at something in the shadows that you can’t see. His ears flatten to his head, eyes burning hot as he bares his sharp teeth to growl. He moves around, his body knocking into you, accidentally or purposefully moving you backwards, moving you closer to Mark.

“We don’t have far,” Renjun says quietly, “Come quickly.”

He sets off again. The steady pace this walk had begun as quickly becomes a frantic lope and then it becomes a jog. Renjun quickly leads you in the opposite direction from the chattering sound of whatever beast lay hidden in the shadows behind you. Your head feels stuck on a swivel, scanning from side-to-side down the empty, dark stretches of off-shooting pathways Renjun takes you by.

“Through here,” he says, and then he vanishes into the hedge wall.

As you watch Mark ahead of you, you realize there’s a low tunnel cutting through a series of hedges, or perhaps running through a thick wall of hedge. A secret tunnel through which to navigate the gardens unseen. Branches, leaves, cobwebs whip by as you duck through the tunnel. One sharp branch catches you on the cheek, and you feel the sting of it breaking skin. In front of you, Mark gasps, turning his head as the fresh scent of your blood spikes his senses. Behind you, WinWin snarls, gnashing his teeth together in a way that seems to say, “Keep fucking moving!”

You push Mark forward. The scratch on your cheek is just that: a small blemish, just a tiny blossom of blood.

He stumbles forward, keeping his head turned around, looking behind you at WinWin’s wolf eyes or perhaps at something beyond him. You can hear it now, the chittering and clicking sound growing closer, the snapping sound of branches that you’d believed to be WinWin crashing through the brush. But it’s more than that. You can hear the whipping sound of something moving quickly outside the tunnel, and if you look straight ahead at Renjun’s faintly glowing figure cutting through the branches ahead of Mark, you can kind of even see the shadowy shape of something running alongside the tunnel, making the same disturbing sounds as whatever is behind you.

Up ahead, you can see the end of the tunnel, opening into a clear spot in this hideous, half-dead garden. Moonlight greets Renjun as he makes it through, standing straight and spinning around to gesture for Mark, you, and WinWin to follow. He looks so small, ethereal too, as he stands in the mouth of the hedge tunnel, his face alight with the magic the Watchers have been denying him for too long.

“It’s just over here, c’mon!” He calls.

Mark moves a little faster, as quick as he can while being hunched over in this low passage. You’re right behind him, your fingers on one hand knotted with his.

You can hear the creatures gaining on you. Both the one inside the tunnel and the one that you can see in your peripheral vision. The sky visible behind Renjun’s head still appears no closer to daylight than it had before. Dark navy with only the barest hint of orange sunrise at the horizon. There’s got to be some way to escape them before sunrise.

Mark all but drags you out of the tunnel, hauling you firmly onto your feet, already attempting to propel you in front of him, putting himself between you and the beast in the tunnel.

WinWin bursts from the tunnel, his hackles standing on end, muzzle pulled into a snarl.

A thick brown limb shoots from the mouth of the hedge tunnel, and you watch in horror as it grasps WinWin’s tail and both of his hind legs. With a yelp that sounds entirely too much like a human scream, WinWin vanishes backwards into the tunnel.

Not a second after WinWin vanishes, dragged by one of the monsters of Purgatory back into the tunnel, another beast comes bursting through the hedge to your left.

A brown blur of heavy fleshy body, it clips your shoulder before slamming full-force into Renjun.

The world spins, goes white, and then fades back into focus with a burst of pain in your head and your right shoulder. The sky wheels above you as you open your eyes. Clouds, the moon, a few faint stars, the tops of the hedges all spin together, blurring in an increasingly nauseating way.

“Fuck!” Mark cries, his voice muted in your ears, and you realize he’s leaning over you, his face filling your vision, his hands patting your cheeks. “Get up! Shit!”

He disappears.

Only a moment longer is all it takes for your senses to return to you.

You sit up, fighting down a wave of nausea that rises. The ground feels unsteady beneath your feet as you lift yourself up, your shoulder aches, head throbbing.

For the first time, you get a clear look at one of these beasts.

The thing has no face.

A round brown-black head of leathery loose skin and a wide mouth that cuts through most of its head. Rows of jagged teeth drip with saliva as the beast that knocked you down leers down at Renjun. He’s pinned to the ground beneath its heavy frame. The thick body shows only a ridge of a spine down the middle of its back, a whip-like tail. It has six legs, two of which are at present grappling with Renjun, another two attempt to ward off Mark’s attacks on it.

Turns out that your instincts haven’t changed yet. Given the chance for fight or flight (and flight isn’t really any option here), your body still chooses to freeze.

Watching the chaos around you, you’re not sure what to do.

Renjun and Mark fight one of the creatures. WinWin and the other are still crashing around inside the mouth of the tunnel. You can see blood and bits of fur, hear the snarling from WinWin and the chattering of the creatures. The monster fighting Mark and Renjun is the bigger of the two, easily handling both of them.

You know your strength isn’t enough. The hand-to-hand combat WinWin and Mark had trained you in won’t do you much good here. You need something better. You need the sunlight like Renjun said, but the sun is being slow to rise this morning, and you need it now.

Yuta’s voice appears in the back of your mind, hazy from an older memory. “You can manifest anything you want,” he’d told you, encouraging you to manifest the stars and moon since you missed seeing them in Hell City. You’d done exactly that, creating the little galaxy on your apartment ceiling, and that gives you an idea now. You think of the ball of fire you’d played with before the High Watcher and his court of Watchers.

If you can make stars and planets to fill your ceiling, if you can already make a bright ball of fire, surely you can make a Sun now?

Your fire still burns just beneath your skin, and it takes nothing to ignite yourself.

You go up like a matchstick doused in gasoline, which is to say, instantaneously.

The beast fighting against Mark and Renjun breaks away from them, turning its ugly head towards you. It clicks its many rows of teeth together, even licks its lips like it can’t wait to take a bite out of you. The hideous body contorts, convulsing as it rises onto its hind legs to take a step towards you.

You crank up the heat, and you can feel the connection to that deep well inside you straining to give all the power you can muster. You imagine manifesting a Sun as you had with the stars. You imagine imbibing it with the heat that you’ve drawn up, forming it into a sphere between your hands.

Another one of the beasts emerges from the tunnel. A long scratch stretches down its side, a strip of skin flayed off, but it doesn’t seem to mind. Your heart pounds, checking the mouth of the tunnel for any sign of WinWin, but the entrance remains empty and dark behind the monster. You try not to let that worry you too much. You need to focus on the fire, on the heat, on creating a Sun.

The chittering sound of the beasts grow closer, and with your eyes closed you luckily can’t see them leering at you with their featureless round heads, their wide mouths and many teeth. Through your eyelids you can see the growing glow of a white-orange light; you can feel the tingle of the heat against your palms.

A warm breeze picks up, blowing your hair away from your face, whipping around you like a desert storm while the heat between your hands grows warmer. You can feel the heat leaching out of you to feed this sun you’re growing, fingertips growing cold even as you feel the heat kissing against them. It blows dry air against your face, baking you in its radiant heat, forcing your eyes open when a particularly harsh gust of blazing air hits you full in the face.

Around the edge of the corona on the sun you’ve created, you see the blurry image of the monsters of Purgatory, muddled by the heat mirage. Renjun is on the ground, pale and limp amid a bed of dead flowers. WinWin is still nowhere to be seen. Mark is fighting with a third beast that has appeared from somewhere, and the scene is that of flashing claws and teeth, a spray of blood that catches in the light of your creation.

You need it brighter, stronger.

You’re at the glow of a large bonfire, which has only served to draw the attention of the two creatures. The large one that abandoned Renjun prowls back and forth only a few feet in front of you, head turned towards your light. The other just watches, leering at you with its dripping maw. They’re not afraid of the light yet, not like Renjun had said. You need to push yourself harder, you know you can do it.

You seek along that connection inside of you, following it to that deep, fathomless place inside you. You reach into the well of power, feeling it white-hot and deep, liquid energy like gasoline for your fire. It’s limitless and you dive yourself into it, pooling it fully around you until you feel the world burst apart around you.

An aurora of white fire, edged in blue and orange and red, tinged golden and even purple in some places fills the night sky, turning it from night to day in a split second.

The creatures shriek. The big one in front of you crumples up on the ground, limbs drawing in, one set of its legs rising to uselessly cover its face. You can see the disgusting shrinking and burning of its fleshy skin, the curl of smoke rising, the pitch of its clicking and chattering growing until it cuts out entirely. The other cringes, shifting its weight back and forth, watching you uncertainly until the heat of your manifested Sun reaches it. You can see smoke rising from its flesh, skin bubbling and blistering before it screeches and flees, bounding away into the night.

The beast fighting Mark lingers the longest, though when stray flares flick out into the night, whipping at the creature’s body, it disentangles itself quickly, fleeing after the other, back into the darkness where it had come from.

The heat and light swell around you, reaching new heights and power.

Mark sinks backwards, lifting his arms to cover his face. THe edges of his sleeves singe, turning black and smoking. His skin is turning pink then red, and he’s shouting something; you can see his lips moving, but you can’t hear him over the deafening roar of your Sun, over the immense pounding of your own heart like a drum.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot movement.

A new threat, a shadow figure emerging from the hedge.

You ready yourself to send solar flares in the direction of this newcomer, but then you see the wonder in his eyes.

WinWin, stubbornly still alive despite the fight the monster put up, pulls himself from the tunnel still in his wolf form. He looks unsteady, holding one paw off the ground, but he’s watching you. You can see the light of your sun reflected back in his eyes. The awe and terror shining through, making his wolf eyes almost human.

With a shiver, you let the sun fall.

The darkness of dawn rushes back in. The glowing sphere falls to the ground, bounces once on the soil, and bursts like a bubble filled with smoke, the last of the glowing light rolls across the ground like fog, vanishing before your eyes.

Your body follows the sun to the ground, your knees hit the earth with a jarring thump. Your head pounds, the world wavering in the colors of dawn and darkness as you gasp for breath, all of your strength leaving you. You close your eyes, shivering and barely able to hold yourself upright, hands to the cold and damp earth. The world sways unsteadily around you. All of your nausea rushes back in, your vision fills entirely with black, and you feel yourself slipping away, untethered.

A hand curling over the back of your neck brings you back. Hot and firm, the hand on your neck draws you to lift your head.

You hear your name from a distance. Again. A tap against your cheek.

Slowly, you open your eyes, though they feel leaden.

WinWin.

Human again.

“Are you okay?” He asks, crouching down in front of you. “That was incredible.”

Mark is hunched over Renjun in the flowerbed now, feeding him a little blood, and already you can see Renjun’s slight color returning to his face.

The crumpled body of the dead creature smolders a few feet away.

“We should go,” you say, and your voice sounds faint and muffled even to your ears. “I don’t have the energy to attempt that again if any more of them come this way.”

WinWin helps you to your feet, an arm tight around your waist. You notice his other hand holds his clothes that you’d dropped in the chaos. They’re slightly singed from the sunburst, but he doesn’t appear in any hurry to put them on.

Renjun is blinking up at the sky when you and WinWin reach him. A little blood hangs at the corner of his mouth. Mark has his fingers pressed to Renjun’s pulse, brows drawn together in concern.

“He’s fine,” Mark announces. “Recovering, but fine.”

“And you?” You ask, reaching for Mark, to the burns that you can see on his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t consider how the sunlight would affect you. I was only thinking about making them go away.”

“I��m fine,” Mark says quickly. “Really, I’m fine.”

You muster a little smile. “You keep saying that, but I don’t think you know what it means.” Repeating his words from just yesterday to him brings a flash of a smile to Mark’s lips. “But if you insist you’re fine, then we should definitely get moving.”

Renjun brushes Mark away as he offers a helping hand up, and instead Renjun pushes his elbows on the ground to be able to sit up by himself. “You’re right. We need to get out of here. Who knows who’s coming after that light show. Appreciate it though.”

There’s a long gash across his belly, the shirt torn, but the skin beneath is healing thanks to Mark. Smaller scratches and bruises are already nearly healed on his face, arms, and neck, but there is one wound that seems to be healing slower than the rest, a large bite mark still oozing blood at his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Renjun repeats. You and Mark exchange a look and a small smile. “We just need to go.”

As Renjun stands, you look back over at WinWin. He’s redressed in his singed clothes now, plucking at burnt bits that still cling on, but your attention slides past his shoulder to the House rising out of the darkness in the distance. Lights fill the windows, shadowed figures line the rooftop, and you can tell the Watchers are searching.

You take WinWin’s hand. “We have to go now.”

Renjun can’t run as quickly as before, limping as he takes off around a curve in the hedge wall. You don’t ask WinWin why he hasn’t transformed back into a wolf, but he’s limping as well, his lips pressed in a grimace as he keeps pace with you, so you suspect he must be injured as well. Mark has his own injuries, nursing an arm against his chest, and you don’t miss the sneaky kick he leaves against the corpse of the defeated beast.

This new path that Renjun guides the way along is tight and winding, and you quickly realize he’s leading you through a maze. And it’s clearly not one that he knows incredibly well.

He pauses at intersections, head turning back and forth between the two paths. He leads you all down a dead-end and you have to retrace your footsteps. When he leads you down a second dead-end, Mark sighs.

“Are you trying to get us lost or are we heading for the center of the maze?” Mark asks. “Because I could see this maze from our window at the House, and I swear you’re taking all the wrong turns.”

That makes WinWin stiffen beside you, his doubts on Renjun reawakened.

Renjun spins to face the three of you.

WinWin steps forward, looking so much larger than Renjun as he comes closer. He’s still holding onto your hand, making sure you’re secure.

“The fountain!” Renjun blurts, cringing away as WinWin stalks towards him. “I’m taking you to the fountain! Can’t you hear it?”

You can hear it, actually.

A soft burbling that you now remember hearing the first night on your arrival. Back then you’d not seen a fountain, and right now you don’t see one either, but it’s certainly close by. You can hear the tinkling sound of water falling, the quiet rush of it moving over a lip in the fountain.

“We’re close, but I can’t remember where the turn is.” Renjun rakes his fingers through his hair in frustration. “All we have to do is get to this fountain. It’s like the one you used to come here. Once we’re through, we’ll be safe.”

You pull on WinWin’s hand, and he sinks backwards from Renjun. “Are we going back to Hell City?” You don’t think that seems like the safest option considering that’s where the Watchers found Ten and Yuta the last time, but you don’t know where else Renjun could find that would be safe from them. They’re the Watchers; it’s kind of their whole thing to be able to see everything, to have some idea where everyone is.

“Not there.” Renjun slips around WinWin, and he brushes his hand on your shoulder. “Somewhere safer, I promise. They won’t find us there.”

He doesn’t elaborate, though you think it would be better if he did. Now neither WinWin nor Mark seem to have much trust in the elfin man as he turns a new corner, his head held high and ears perked to catch any new hints for the fountain.

You start to follow, but WinWin pulls on your hand so you fall back to his side.

“Can we trust him?” WinWin asks for what feels to be the hundredth time. “Like, what the fuck is going on? He’s not explaining anything to us, he got us out of our warm, safe bed in the middle of the night just to lead us into danger, and now he’s leading us in circles and doesn’t seem to actually know where the fuck he’s going.”

Mark lowers his head, scuffing his toes over the ground. “I like him. I want to trust him, but I saw this maze from our window. I spent one whole night memorizing it when I was bored, and I can’t tell where he’s taking us.”

“He just said he’s taking us to a fountain!” You argue, pulling your hand free of WinWin’s. “Why do you both find him so difficult to trust?”

“Well why do you find him so easy to trust?” WinWin spits back.

“Maybe it’s one of my main character faults.” You slip away from him, stepping around Mark as well. “I trust too easily. Like the night I met you, WinWin. But that night you were just trying to fuck me. Renjun is trying to save us.”

WinWin at least has the decency to look slightly ashamed.

“He’s never shown me any reason to doubt him, and he’s done nothing but help us since we came here.” You look between the faces of your two lovers. “Maybe he couldn’t help us get Yuta and Ten out, but at least he’s helping us escape. I can’t imagine the pressure he must feel with you, WinWin, constantly breathing down his neck, ready to rip into him for the slightest mistake. He’s trying to help, show some gratitude.”

WinWin stands like a chastised puppy, tail between his legs, head bowed. He’s not so used to seeing you irritated with him. Mark’s wringing his hands together in front of him, watching you with an expression that reads as hoping you don’t turn on him next but also pretty in awe of you right now.

“What?” You ask.

Mark smiles. “You’re just kinda hot right now.”

WinWin groans. “Now isn’t the fucking time, Mark.”

The vampire’s grin grows wider, flashing his fangs at WinWin. “It’s always—“

Rapid footsteps fly along the pathway, a body throws itself around the corner of the maze. You swing on instinct at the shape of someone coming at you.

Renjun ducks, dodging your fist, but slipping on the ground and landing hard on his ass. He quickly scrambles to his feet. “I found it!” He rushes through his words, eyes bright with excitement. “I found the fountain, but I also heard Watchers. They’re closer than I expected they’d be.”

WinWin grumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear, but you have a good idea that it was probably an insult to Renjun’s navigational skills.

Renjun runs off again, light footed on the path, and you push yourself to follow behind him. Mark zips ahead of you, just as agile and quick as Renjun. WinWin curses the pair of them as he limps along beside you.

“Are you okay?” The question slips out when WinWin stumbles.

“Fine,” he growls. Maybe, if all four of you survive tonight, you’re going to ban the use of that word because none of you ever seem to use it when it’s actually true. “Let’s just get to the damn fountain.”

Each corner you turn, you see Mark and Renjun disappearing around the next until at last you round the corner and find a forking path. The left fork leads on through the maze, though the path grows denser and darker, with trees throwing out roots among the hedges. The right fork leads directly to a small round clearing.

A square-based fountain sits in the middle. Black water spouts from the top, pouring down into a second tier before falling into the base. It reminds you a lot of the other one in the square in Hell City.

Mark already has one foot in the water when you and WinWin reach them. The water comes up to mid-thigh on him already, and when he throws the second foot over the edge of the fountain, taking a step further in, the black water rises to his waist.

He looks over his shoulder, eyes locked on yours. “I��ll see you on the other side.”

Mark sinks below the surface, the black water closing over him, swallowing all signs of him.

“You next,” WinWin says to Renjun, gesturing at the water.

Renjun doesn’t hesitate, leaping over the side of the fountain, sending up a spray of the black water. The droplets glimmer like bits of obsidian against the sky as the sun finally breaks over the horizon, rays stretching out to catch the droplets. Renjun too vanishes beneath the surface.

You remember the last time you did this. It felt a little bit like drowning and you’re not terribly eager to try it again. And besides that, you’re still tired. The restless night, the expended energy in the sunburst, the constant running. You’re exhausted, and now it’s the last leg of this marathon, or at least you hope it is. You’ve got to swim down and down and down until down becomes up once more.

“We can go together,” WinWin suggests. “I’ll help you. I know you’re tired.” His hand slips into yours again, squeezing reassuringly as he says, “You can help me too. My leg is a little fucked, but we’ll deal with that on the other side.”

A shout carries through the air, a booming voice calling out through the hedge maze in a language you don’t understand. A second voice answers, then another and another, and you realize that each answering call sounds a little closer.

“Now.” You clasp WinWin’s hand. “Together.”

You don’t splash into the fountain, too worried that a Watcher might be close enough to hear. You slip your legs over the edge, sliding into the icy water. WinWin steps in just as silently.

The Watcher with the booming voice calls out again, and as you hear the chorus of answering voices in the morning air, you realize that one stands just on the other side of the curving hedge nearest to you.

You take a deep breath, and you make the dive, WinWin’s warm hand in yours as the cold water bursts against every inch of your skin. WinWin sinks down with you, the black water making everything pitch black but for the faint rippling image of Purgatory’s sky and the top edges of the maze above the surface.

Now the only way to go is down.

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a/n: Another sorta cliff-hanger! Where do you think Renjun is taking them? Do you think that she’s actually right to trust him, unlike WinWin (and to some degree) Mark? What does them leaving mean for the trial, and the resulting fates of Yuta and Ten after the trial’s verdict is delivered?

As usual, likes, comments, reblogs, just generally sharing this for more people to enjoy, are all always appreciated! Thank you so much for enjoying this story, and I can’t wait for you all to read the next update in a week! 💗

#nct smut #mark lee smut #ten smut #yuta smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #winwin smut #nct #nct 127 #wayv #unholy

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sporktato · 2 years ago

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Continuing to be in Hell (or, more Ghost Ideas)

I have Ideas about a few Ghost-centered GhostSoap fics that I do not have the time or energy to currently write, so please accept these meager offerings in their place

1. Obligatory sickfic. I feel like I haven’t seen enough/any of these, and the potential is delicious. Please it’s obligatory this is also a request for someone else to write this too. The fever-induced flashbacks, etc, caretaker Soap, the flavours are melting in my mouth

2. Obligatory coffeeshop/flowershop AU BUT I’m making it more traumatic.

I’m thinking Price runs 141 Coffee (@bluishfishfood has an absolutely wonderful coffeeshop AU comic that I’ve sold my soul to and it is my inspo for this)

There’s a flowershop down the way that’s been closed as long as Soap and Gaz have been working at 141, until one day Gaz is like “Hey did y’all see that tall grim reaper-looking dude going into the closed flowershop? Wonder what’s up with that?” And Price books it over, because he knew the owners of Beth’s Flowers before, and he knows there’s only one Riley left, a tall grim reaper-looking dude, and maybe he’s excited maybe he’s scared, what the hell could Simon be doing in his dead brother and sister-in-law’s old shop?

Still deciding how Price and Ghost know each other, cause still debating how angsty with Ghost’s backstory I want to go. Could be very in line with comic canon with Roba and everything, and Ghost just got discharged after because he’s unfit for duty (which Price would know him through SAS). Could be just tragic car crash or something and maybe Price was one of the cops that dealt with it or something. Or could be somewhere in between, where the Riley family was just wrong place wrong time and got targeted by some fucked up people for no reason at all, and Simon had managed to be in the right place at the wrong time and missed the break in, the fight, the gunshots reported by the neighbors, the bloody beatings, and the torched house to destroy the evidence. There are murderers in this world, and entire families die. Maybe Price was a cop on that case too, and took Simon in for a bit after, till one morning Simon was just gone. And Price looks for him, but the kid was always a bit of a ghost, and Price can’t blame him for finding some corner to blow his brains out in, but he can blame himself - so he retires, opens a coffeeshop once he goes stir crazy, and suddenly Gaz is telling him Simon Riley is back.

Anyways Price shows up expecting nothing and anything, and sure as shit Simon Riley is standing in the middle of Tommy and Beth’s flowershop. He’s decided to try to reopen it, maybe sell plants as well as cut flowers (things you can root and grow and keep alive - there’s uh some symbolism there)

It still takes ages for Soap, Gaz, and the others to actually meet Ghost - Price can still see the cracks in Ghost and keeps his idiots on a tight leash, only letting himself be the one to run across the way every day to drop off a tea (on the house, of course).

Eventually, they meet, obviously. Maybe Soap’s closing up the late shift, and turns around and suddenly there’s a fucking demon in front of him - of course it’s only Ghost, in all black with a skeletal medical mask and skeleton gloves and hood up and somehow didn’t ring the bell over the door on entrance - but Soap had already shit himself.

Basically this one is just about healing, Ghost remembering his family without getting pulled down by them, and hey if there’s a mouthy barista just down the way that writes stupid as shit jokes on your cup it’s a plus as well.

3. Undercover Mission. Basically I’m gay uhhhhhhhhh They have to infiltrate some high end gala or something but it’s a group/person the 141 has dealt with before and “Everyone there is gonna recognize our faces, Price”, “Well there’s one face they’ve never seen”. Cue a pissed off but holy shit fucking sexy Ghost stepping into the room in formal wear and no mask and basically I just want Soap to have the biggest gayest crisis of his life and then have to be on overwatch for Ghost and be forced to continue to stare at Ghost’s ass and his face and his hair and his forearms holy shit watch him through a scope as Ghost makes the mission his bitch (and if Soap gets possessive watching assholes talk to/flirt with his unmasked and unarmed Ghost, well no one has to know (Soap’s dick definitely knows))

4. Supernatural AU. Same military setting as normal, but supernatural beings exist.

Price is a therianthrope (i.e. human that can turn into different animals). His go-to is a bear, but will also change to hawk pretty often for scouting. There’s a handful of other more normal animals he’s pretty good at, but bear is the most comfortable for him.

Gaz is a werewolf (this may or may not be mainly for the cat and dog jokes Soap can and will make).

Soap is an empath, and a very powerful one. This isn’t in any of his files because a lot of people are against empaths doing the hard and dirty work groups like the 141 does - they’re worried empaths might be more susceptible to flipping sides, and to torture, or may crumble from all the death around them. They’re usually in overwatch positions like Laswell’s, able to help with their abilities without actually being a “liability”. At beginning of fic, no one in 141 knows he’s an empath, though he doesn’t exactly hide it anymore, he just also doesn’t broadcast it. He can also manipulate others’ emotions, and force them to do stuff even if they don’t really want to. Still working on what to call it, but only powerful empaths can do it, and it’s usually a very slippery slope. Soap’s very careful with his Commands, partly because he’s very aware how terrible it can be to be Commanded, partly because it’s a surefire sign of a powerful empath and he is still trying to fly low, partly because his older sisters would kick his ass if any hint of a Command slipped out when they were all younger, but mostly because that’s just not who he is.

And Ghost? Oh boy. Ghost was born human, but is now a hybrid, which is a mess of issues. Hybrids cannot be born, and to create hybrids is illegal basically everywhere in the world, so basically just by looking at Ghost you can tell something happened. He’s now part big cat (yes I’m making catboy Ghost stfu), and has the ears, tail, sharp canines, and senses of a feline, and makes sure to hide all of it. His eyes also look just the slightest bit off, but with the mask you don’t notice. (I’m also thinking about giving him little Wolverine-ish claws that retract in and out of his fingerpads but are very painful and bloody to do so). In case it isn’t obvious, his forced transformation was a result of Roba. In case it isn’t obvious, the amount of trauma this bad boy can fit into him is Massive. He’s a monster now, but not even a normal one, no, he’s the only monster that’s still literally illegal. His issues with seeing himself in the mirror. Hiding the ears, the eyes, the tail, etc in his Ghost getup. The trauma potential... Going into fic, only Price knows he’s a hybrid

Everyone finds out about Ghost being a hybrid and Soap being an empath in a span of minutes at the end of a mission one time. Soap had rigged a bomb to give them cover to get the hell out of dodge, but something went wrong with the fuse and it goes off way too early. Not early enough to ruin the mission, or frankly even to seriously injure any of them, but Ghost, for some reason, goes down hard. Luckily, Price is with him, and drags his ass to exfil and into the copter, but he’s acting like he took a piece of rebar to the lungs and Soap can’t figure it out but fucking hell if Soap himself isn’t feeling the nauseating pain Ghost is putting off. Soap doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he knows he’s never felt Ghost hurt in this way before, and he knows it’s his fault.

Quickly enough, Price rips the bandaid off for all of them, pulling Ghost’s mask off in one short action, and the first thing Soap sees is cat ears, and the second is blood. It takes longer than it probably should for Soap to put together the pieces, and even longer to remember that cats have some of the most sensitive hearing among mammals, and that Soap’s faulty bomb ruptured Ghost’s sensitive eardrums and then some.

And boy if that copter isn’t a mess for a while after, cause Ghost is in a lot of pain and his face is bare and his team knows how much of a freak he is etc etc etc, while Soap is the one actually crying because Ghost is in a lot of pain which means Soap is too (and maybe those higher ups were right about empaths being useless in the field) and Ghost is in that pain because of Soap and also Ghost is a hybrid which means something bad happened etc etc etc

In between crying Soap is just like “Is now a bad time to tell y’all I’m an empath???” And Price, who is trying to assess Ghost without Ghost literally killing him for it, just pauses, and very tiredly goes, “Yes, Soap, it is actually”. And Soap goes, “Oh, okay, forget that then”, and goes back to crying on Gaz.

It all turns out fine in the end, Soap makes a bunch of cat and dog jokes, Gaz is bummed that they have an all supernatural TF and can’t brag about it, Price goes full Dad on them all, and maybe Ghost learns he’s still capable of being loved, who knows

If you’re still here thank you holy shit I didn’t mean to write that much... If anyone wants to yell about these please feel free

One day I’ll write at least one of these...

#ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghostsoap #simon riley #soap mactavish #cod mw2 #fanfic ideas #remakes canon angst into cooler gayer angst #fuck you redoes your angst

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tetsunabouquet · 2 years ago

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I don't know what to do. One of my cats, Poosie wants to go outside, she really has that urge and a leash isn't enough to satisfy her. She wants more. Because she needs more, I allowed her to go outside in the mornings recently. She escaped once over a year ago at night, and came back with a horrible injury left by another cat. I read on several cat blogs that this was the danger of letting your cat out at night: there are more cats active at night which especially rings true for my neigborhood as a lot of us have pets. So on that advice I've been allowing her to go outside during the day, which was supposed to be safer. Key word, is supposed. I mentioned on my blog before, I'm living in a school-area. There are several nearby, but there's one school in particular who causes BIG PROBLEM N.1: It's a secondary school. On paper, they are a very polite and responsible school who makes sure to keep the neighborhood clean, etc. A lie believed by various parents, including one of my mom's coworkers. In reality, it's the worst school I've ever came across. Instead of hanging out on the school grounds during breaks, they hang out in front of our homes so the school doesn't notices them smoking- wether it's e-cigarettes or actual drugs. It's not unheard of to find them hanging on their bikes, blocking our front doors neither is it unusual to find something like a can of energy drink they didn't bothered to clean up in front of our home. Fuck, some even have this disgusting little hobby of vandalizing the side walks in front of our homes to the point where the bricks needed to be replaced like last week. There always seems to be at least 1 kid who isn't attending classes and hanging around on neighborhood property, and the older students always stick around after school's over to hang out some more. They'll do stuff like the boys with mopeds trying to show off, you know, that sort of stuff. They scare Poosie. This school won't change. No matter how many times we complain about the students owning illegal firework during winter season -its only allowed in my country on the night of New Years, but often these students already start doing things like throwing fireworks from their bikes at late October/early November. The pandemic? Our properties were swarmed with school kids dodging the pandemic rules. We made pictures of it several times and had it sent to the freaking town's council. Who cares about that kid who already has his own car parking in our parking slots every day? Who cares about the filth they always leave behind- as living nearby grocery stores means almost everybody buys whatever they want instead of bringing lunch. And the bags, cans, etc? They always leave that at the playground next to their school and our properties. Last month, I cleant the playground on my own accord as I noticed how big of a waste there was scattered around. After like a week, it had returned to the dumpy state I found the playground in. Which created BIG PROBLEM N.2 The seagulls. With so much food waste laying around, the area has a decent population of crows and ravens, but seagulls take the cake. When training my cats on a leash when they were kittens, I already had a seagull trying to attack. Yesterday, when taking Poosie outside around dinner time when most of the students had disappeared and wanting to drop her off at her favorite spot- a seagull once again tried to attack her. And this time she was without a leash. A horrible chase scene, of the seagull continously going after her, trying to grab her with Poosie rolling away on the sidewalks ensued. I intervened and was almost attacked myself fot stepping in between the bird and it's target of prey- my Poosie. Luckily enough I am the type to have my keychain attached to a keycord, so I used it as a slinging weapon to scare the bird off long enough to save Poosie. The bird left us alone the moment she was in my arms. Poosie has stunted growth due to being spayed at a young age, and has a similar risks of these attacks as kittens do. What do I do?

#cats #my cats #advice #going outside #walking with a leash #seagulls #seagull attacks #school #school kids #entitlement #these kids are a plague #they are as much of a plague as those blasted birds #I'm never living nearby a school ever again #I side with those Redditors living nearby schools posting their entitled stories #It's not easy #they terrorize our pets #yet at night our pets hunt each other #what's the lesser evil?

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gothicbabydollz · 3 years ago

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I am thinking of sitting on Manon or the thirteen’s (and Petrah’s) faces on this fine evening like-

It would definitely range from rough and overstimulating to soft and sweet but still overstimulating, you’re not walking out without wobbly legs

Just imagine being the Thirteen’s plaything. 😫

They keep you safe, provide food, shelter etc. And in return, you’re their toy. To use as they see fit. Though Manon keeps a tighter grip on your leash than the rest, wanting to have you to herself. But there isn’t a night where you’re not trembling and whimpering from the pleasure they bestow to your body.

Especially on a night like that. Having you move between them, planting your wet cunt on their faces, allowing the witches to feast on their favourite meal. Seeing how long you can last before you can no longer hold yourself upright. The rest would swoop in to help, of course.

Hands roam your body, you can’t keep up with whom they belong to. They leave taunting and teasing touches to your exposed skin. Nimble fingers tweak and tug your nipples before mouths are replacing them, biting and sucking your sensitive peaks. You can tell it’s Vesta from the way she swiftly flicks her tongue over your nipple, loves the sounds the action pulls from yours lips. Swollen and wet from the countless times your mouth has clashed with another.

With a whine, your head drops to Sorrel’s shoulder as Asterin continues to ravish your cunt from beneath you. Your hips rock against her mouth, sensitivity aside, you still want more. From the gleam her eyes, you know she’s getting off on how you’re grinding shamelessly against her tongue. You wish you could bury your fingers in her hair, tug on the golden locks. Yet your hands were bound behind your back the moment your cloak was stripped from you. The only clothing you’re allowed to wear in their presence.

Now with your head leaning against Sorrel. You’re giving Manon perfect access to that pretty neck of yours. She bites, licks, marks. Mumbling against your skin as those iron nails run ever so gently down the expanse of your throat. Freezing against the warmth seeping from you. You can’t help but whimper. Manon grins, continuing her exploration of your throat, her words drowning out the sweet praise coming from one of the other witches. You’re only focused on Manon’s voice as she taunts her kitten for breaking so easily.

I will forever be upset that this isn’t the life i’m living

#drabbles ❥#thirteen x reader #manon x reader smut #manon blackbeak x reader #manon blackbeak #manon crochan #manon smut #asterin blackbeak #asterin throne of glass #asterin x reader #vesta blackbeak #thirteen throne of glass #manorian #dorian x manon #manon x elide

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justlarkin · 2 years ago

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can i pls get some fluff headcanons of fuxi and mc?

Damn, I kinda suck at this type of stuff tbh, my bad. This might be more of a shitpost since I don't get fluff.

-Given the opportunity, Fuxi would be extremely touchy with them. He'd want to hold hands, link arms, hug them, or just hover around them 24/7.

-Speaking of touchiness, I can totally see him using his tail's hook to latch onto them. It's like walking around a dog on a leash.

-After he carried them away in Chapter 12, I just love the thought of him finding any excuse to carry them around again. If they encounter a puddle or say their feet hurt, etc, he's instantly picking them up bridal style.

-He's probably a sucker for getting matching things with them. It's such a small and dorky thing, but he could totally get into using matching outfits and accessories to show his closeness to them.

-Fuxi would 100% shower them with gifts with all that coin he gets while streaming on Not!Twitch and from trading.

-He'd absolutely praise and support anything they do, even if they're being a little bastard because he loves that part of them too. Fuxi just wants to see them girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep to their heart's content.

-Fuxi will absolutely die if they ever praise him. Like, he's so used to his sister being bratty and distant that if MC ever hit him with praise or called him big bro, he'd self-destruct.

-Fuxi would be ready to girlboss gaslight someone at the drop of a dime for them. If they decided to mess with someone by trying to convince them that the ocean has no bottom or whatever, Fuxi would back them up with zero hesitation. He doesn't even have to know what's going on to be on board with whatever they're pulling.

-You know how some streamers have emotes of their pets or kinda use them as mascots in art? He'd 100% do that with MC. They are the cutest thing ever to him and he just needs everyone to acknowledge this.

-Fuxi would 100% like it if they came into his room and chill, even while he's streaming. They could mess with his hair, bug him with questions, threaten to break tos, sit on his lap and take a nap, or just mind their own business. He enjoys their company regardless.

-If they ever give him the chance to sleep with them you already know they're getting the cuddle of their life. Absolute boa constrictor treatment. They're not getting out of his grip.

#ask

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bangtangalicious · 4 years ago

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death valley (m) | part 7

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, hoseok x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.3k

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex (smacking, manhandling, etc), very obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, use of restraints (mouth), bondage (collar, leash), slight sadism kink, physical roughness, guns, heavy drug use/reference, breast play, mentions of addiction/addiction prone behaviors, unrealistic sex endurance levels (readers really out here banging), dubcon/coersive sex, reader uses humor as a coping mechanism, degradation, toxic relationships, yelling, crying, character death (or is it), oral sex, shower sex, technically cheating depending on how you look at it, daddy kink, praise, implied stalking, yoongi loves spoiling his baby girl, impreg kink if you squint, dom!yoongi (duh), dom!hoseok, dom!seokjin

a/n: i spent way too long on this HAHAHA

F L A S H B A C K--

The crowd roared as the fight came to a close. Jin stepped out of the ring reluctantly, someone handed him water while another man wrapped a towel around his shoulders. A soft ringing noise resonated through his ears, blood teasing the edges of his vision. He pushed everyone away to find his prep room. Sighing deeply, he looked down at his trembling hands. His body was on overdrive, he was getting desperate.

He placed his hands against the wall, unable to think straight with the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. He could hear the footsteps of someone stop in his doorway, not having to look to know exactly who it was.

“Do you have any coke on you?” Jin wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, panting heavily, “Seriously Jimin. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind”

Jin had always been extremely unstable. It was in his personality to get aggressively addicted to things. Whenever Jin went too long without it, it was like he surrendered himself to a beast. Jimin liked to call it his maniac side.

“Can you stop thinking about getting high for one fucking second? We have a problem here” Jin hears a soft thud causing him to finally turn and look. Jimin had just dropped your unconscious body onto the hard floor.

“Well well. Who is this?” Jin crouched down and slid his fingers over your parted lips, digging his nail into the soft flesh until it began to bleed slightly. As you eyes slowly began to flutter open, a carnal desire coiled in Jin’s chest. He had never seen anyone quite like you before.

"Hi there cutie” Jin grinned, “What’s your name?” Your eyes were quivering with fear, something about your vulnerable state was so delicious to him. You glanced towards Jimin, only beginning to tremble even more.

“P..park Jimin” You gasped, “Oh my goodness! I...I love you. Wait no. I...sorry...I’m a huge fan” You rubbed your eyes. Jin’s heart trembled at your dazed expression. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He wanted to eat you alive.

Jimin joined Jin on the floor besides you “Well thank you pretty girl. It’s nice to meet you...?”

“Y/n” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand before turning to Jin, looking at him with your tempting, lustful eyes. Y/n. Jin’s head was pounding as the withdrawal began taking over him. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

Jin had never found anyone else even close to catching his eye before. He would sit mindlessly on his phone while girls would be on their knees, gagging on his cock, waiting for the mind-numbing minutes until he could finally cum and leave. The prospect of a relationship, of love, it seemed otherworldly. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. He had drugs and that kept him happy. But you. You were a high he had yet to fully taste. Looking at you alone had him feeling a glow unlike any other.

“Hey” You said to him. Jin felt dizzy as you spoke, getting lost in your gaze, “You’re the fighter guy right? Jin?”

Hearing you say his name had him bucking forward, trying to hide his growing erection from the famous star who was by his side. “Yeah. Hi. Great to meet you”

Jimin got up, brushing the dust off of his pants, “I’m getting out of here” He grabbed his jacket from your arms, “Jin, please search her address and get Y/n home.” Jimin reached into his back pocket “These should make her forget” He slid a pill into your mouth and you swallowed obediently.

Jin began to break a sweat, watching the way your lips sucked in the small capsule and gulped it down it so nicely. Jimin left without another beat, leaving you in Jin’s arms, your eyes getting heavy with each passing second.

You blinked, eyes wide with uncertainty as Jin held you close. “You can take me home?”

Jin nodded, “I need to do something really quick first” He slid his hand down his pants to begin palming his erection. His vision was turning blue as his headache began to spread. “God you’re so pretty” He grabbed your jaw, ensuring that you couldn’t look anywhere but his face.

Jin felt like his mind was running miles a minute. You looked so cute and helpless. He wanted to tear you to pieces, he wanted to see you bruised and battered, splayed out for him to ravish you as he pleased.

Was it wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to shove his cock in your mouth while you slowly lost consciousness? In the moment, nothing made more sense to him.

Your pretty lips, your sweet eyes, how could he not? Your lips trembled, eyes half lidded, rolling back slightly as you fought to stay awake.

“Oh fuck oh fuck. Don’tttt...don’t fucking look at me like that Y/n. If you look at me like that I’m gonna--gonna--ohhhh baby, fuck what are you doing to me” Jin gasped loudly as cum spilled all over his palm.

P R E S E N T D A Y--

Amongst the sweet bliss of your dreams, a current washed over you and reality had your eyes opening. Your heart felt heavy as your vision focused in on the dry walls that continued to encage you. Your body pulsed with soreness, reminding you of the previous nights events.

To say you were upset would be an understatement, but you were shocked more than anything. You had never seen Jin act so unhinged before. It was almost as though he quite literally couldn’t control himself, the thought alone bringing a bitter taste to your mouth.

Before you could decide on whether to give him a piece of your mind and reprimand his behavior, you hear him wincing with pain across the room. He lay leaned against the wall, sweat trickling down his muscles from the heat. His head tilted back in a soft groan, dark hair now extremely tangled and messy.

“Are you okay?” You got up with a start. Jin exhaled before shaking his head in defeat.

“No, my leg still really fucking hurts. I feel like absolute shit right now” He punched the side of his fist into the ground in frustration. “I feel like I’m going insane”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine his pain. At least you got to leave the cell for some time, he had been here all along. Alone. Wounded. It was just awful. Yoongi should have had the courtesy to take him to the hospital, but then again did Yoongi even have a courteous bone in his body? You were no longer sure.

“It just sucks too because I’m trapped here, helpless, and all I can fucking do is feel this pain” Jin's jaw clenched. "And I’m sorry for last night I just...you were just there, so close. I just couldn’t help it. I could finally forget the pain even if it was just for a moment”

“It’s okay, I understand” You knew that feeling far too well. Jin reached his arms out to you, pulling you to sit next to him. His hands trailed down your thighs as he looked at you intently. “You know, I don’t mind...if it helps distract you from the pain. We can” You cleared your throat nervously, heat rising to your cheeks, “I mean, just tell me what you need”

Jin’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really?” He asks, gulping, “You don’t have to”

“I want to Jin. Let me help. I’m half the reason you’re in this mess” You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Jin was extremely handsome, you had noticed that from the moment you saw him in the arena. With a body like that, your heart skipped a beat at what all he might have in store for you.

His fingers slid between your legs, making you gasp softly. He tickled your clothed cunt softly. He flattened his fingers, teasing your entrance before moving to your clit. Licking his lips, he sucked lightly on your ear. Your hips bucked up as a ticklish sensation shot through your body. You felt wet.

And you knew he could feel it too, as he drew his fingers away. “Can I?” He mumbled into your neck. You nodded, flustered and warm all over as he pushed your panties aside and began drawing light circles on your clit. You twitch at the sensations hitting your nerves. His other hand cupped your jaw tightly, turning your face towards him.

“Oh fuckk, Jin that feels so good” You didn’t know why you felt so horny, whether it was the morning or the temporary relief from reality. Jin carefully slid one finger into your cunt, just barely, his delicate movements sending shocks of pleasure through your tired body.

Your pussy clenched down on his finger, and he growled. Pulling out, he popped the finger into his mouth before sighing, “Can I tell you what I want?” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice, “Will you do anything for me?”

You choked on your own breath, nodding dumbly as Jin’s gaze flashed with desire. “Get on all fours over me. Wanna spank that pretty ass”

Jin was taken aback at your willingness. You obeyed so well, his hands kneaded your tender flesh, enjoying the view of your ass sticking out for him. You winced as you felt his palm smack against you hard, making your knees tremble with pain and pleasure.

That’s for sleeping with Jungkook. He smacked again, with full force. He knew it stung. He could hear the pain in your pathetic whimpers and he loved it. And Hobi. Smack. And Jimin. Smack. You cried out as the impact caused you to fall forward onto your chest. And Yoongi.

Your ass was flushed, as he tenderly rubbed over the bruises he had so generously given you. He leaned forward, letting his tongue glide over the soreness before playfully biting down.

“Jin...that hurts” He ignored you, proceeded to slide down his pants, his turgid length already incredibly hard. He tugged at his cock quickly, the sounds of his slippery pre-cum barely noticeable under your soft moans.

“Sit on my cock. Nice and easy, lean back on me” His cock twitched as you turned your head to look back at him briefly, your eyes glossy from the pain, but full of curiosity nevertheless. You crawled back over him to line his cock with your soaking cunt. Jin grabbed your hips, helping ease you down onto his length.

“Ah...ah...” His size stretched you out, pussy swallowing him in. You cursed, eyes rolling back. He wanted to see your face, see how fucked out you would look as he gave it to you so good.

“Quiet, he might hear us.” He carefully tugged off his shirt from your body with your help, then used it to cover your mouth. He pulled the knot tight, the fabric tugging at the sides of your mouth uncomfortably.

His hands stroked over your bare chest quietly, humming in approval, “That’s a good girl...gonna be all quiet for me now right?” His cock twitched inside of you as he heard your muffled voice. His fingers weaved through your hair before he clenched his fist, making you wince. He pulled your head back as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt “Hear that? You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking whore”

He grabbed your neck, holding it in a tight grip as he pounded up into you. He no longer cared if he was being too loud, he moaned at the top of his lungs. You felt so good. Your pussy welcomed his cock like it was meant to be there, so slippery and warm for him to just fuck over and over and over again.

He couldn’t hear you softly plead for him to let you breathe over the sounds of his own cursing. He didn’t care. If you passed out, you deserved to. Your body was his for the taking, it had to learn. You said yourself you would do what he wanted. He needed this. It was the least you could do for all the trouble he’d been through for you.

He let your neck go, and as you gasped for a saving breath, he felt your walls leak all over him. Your muffled cries sounding like music to his ears. Your whole body was shaking from pleasure.

His gaze fell onto your back, sinking his teeth onto your scars. You winced loudly as he marked you, his knife wound from the previous night still stinging and tender with pain.

Grabbing your head again, he pushed your face down onto the ground. You thrusted your hips helplessly, feeling your orgasm approaching as the cold floor pressed painfully against your nose.

“Wait..wait...I’m so close” Your words were intangible through the cloth. You were humping down on him so desperately he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. There, in front of him with your ass bouncing from how feverishly you wanted to cum all over his cock, he was in heaven.

Jin felt your heat melt as you came, screaming in ecstasy against the restraint. You limply relaxed onto the floor as Jin continued to thrust up into you, holding your hips down tightly to dig deeper and deeper into your messy, dripping cunt.

Jin felt like his whole body would explode in pleasure. This was the peak. His life couldn’t get any better than this moment where he had you just like he dreamed. He wondered if it would always feel this good. Of course it would. It was you after all.

Your core clenched as the stimulation became too much. He looked into your eyes and could see the streams of tears staining your cute cheeks. It was that look. That pleading look that was begging him to stop. Jin came with a loud cry, tilting his head back as he smacked your locker back one final time.

Breathing heavily, he lifted you off of him, watching his seed leak out of you. You laid down onto your side, absolutely spent. He slid down to lay behind you, hugging you to him as he undid the mouth wrap with his teeth. He stroked your body tenderly, hands finding your breasts.

“Holy shit” You coughed, finally able to breathe air directly. “Officer Kim Seokjin, that was...wow”

Jin didn’t respond, he simply smiled, pinching your nipples causing you to squirm. That was nothing baby.

Taehyung hated being wrong. He hated not knowing and not having control of any situation. So when Yoongi was shaking his head, denying that he had caused all the recent chaos that had been keeping Taehyung up at night, he felt like he was going to tear the entire bar apart, floorboard by floorboard.

“Y/n had mentioned she was kidnapped. I didn’t hear about it from you so I figured it must have been Jimin, and that you made sure she didn’t really get hurt. It ended up with her opening up to me, so I wasn’t really too mad about it” Yoongi said calmly, sipping his drink.

“From the footage it looked like Namjoon and Y/n took the pills and blacked out. Hobi was drunk too, but when he sobered up he had gotten a call to take them to the warehouse. I figured you had told him to do that.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Why the fuck would I want to kidnap and beat up Namjoon? I need him healthy to fight. Don’t be such an idiot Kim"

“It wasn’t just that though. Jimin’s accident happened right after I sent you the video. I figured you were jealous”

Setting his glass down, Yoongi swiveled in his stool to light a cigar before leaning back casually “The video of Y/n and Jimin fucking? Please, I don’t give a shit”

“Well, then I told you that Jungkook showed her the lab and gave her literal heroin so I imagine you weren’t happy about that”

The smoke dissipated slowly from his lips. Taehyung frowned at the scent. “I wasn’t. But still, I didn’t stab him. I was with Y/n, taking care of her because I love her.”

Taehyung clenched his fists. He did not want to hear Yoongi go on and on about how much he loved you, he did not care. He wanted to know who was messing with his plans. Taehyung had things to do. He had operations in play. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.

“Is that all? Jimin’s album is coming out tomorrow so I need to get some rest” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, “Especially now that Jimin’s gone ahead and brought Y/n into the media’s eye. What a fucking idiot”

“How are you planning on dealing with him? Are you gonna kill him?”

Yoongi laughed. “Taehyung. Seriously. What is up with you these days? If I wanted Jimin dead he would be dead dumbass.” Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Like I said before, I’m not worried about her and Jimin. She hates him. I know she does.”

Taehyung was not expecting that at all. Not from Yoongi. He had seen Yoongi wrench out people’s teeth if they didn’t pay him. He had seen Yoongi shoot innocent people, not even noticing when Taehyung had to turn around and puke his guts out because of it. But looking at the powerful man besides him now, he could barely recognize him.

“Just find out who was giving Hobi those orders and kill them. I don’t care who it is, just kill them. I don’t even want to know. I don’t have time for this”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “Yoongi, you know that Jimin does really like Y/n too, right? Like, he might be falling in love with her.” Yoongi gave him a look indicating that he was not taking him seriously, “I’m serious! I’ve never seen him like this and I’m surprised you aren’t more worried”

“Taehyung. Do you think I’m dumb?” Yoongi’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I knew what I was doing when I offered her an internship. I knew what I was doing when I signed Jimin on, knowing full well how much of a fan she is. Of course I knew she would pursue him. I needed her to see for herself, what a bratty piece of shit that man is. I knew she would hate him Taehyung, killing him would mean she might still care. She might still have feelings for him. That’s not what I need. She can only love me. I have to show her I’m better than him”

Yoongi took another puff of his cigar before continuing, “Now, I’ll admit things got fucked up when fucking Namjoon kept on bringing her to Death Valley. Idiot doesn’t take a fucking hint.”

Taehyung gulped down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar top. “Another please” He waved to the bartender. “I can take Jin off your hands now. He’s seen your face, but he might know stuff so it could be good to keep him alive” Yoongi simply shrugged, setting his cigar aside.

“I don’t care what you do with him. I want her alone tomorrow. I’m coming clean”

The next morning, Yoongi brought Taehyung back to the apartment. Taehyung lifted Jin out of the cell and claimed to be taking him to a clinic. After they left, it was just you and Yoongi.

Yoongi crouched down and extended a hand to you, not wanting to come too close. He knew you were upset with him. He could feel it.

“Morning my love” His voice was songlike, eyes pleading as he looked at you, an absolute mess on the floor, like you were his whole world. “Come on, let me run you a bath. I’m sorry”

You knew if you looked at him for too long you wouldn’t be able to resist. But after everything you had just heard, you wanted to just be alone.

“I’ll explain everything. I promise, I don’t want any lies between us” Reluctantly, you took his hand and he pulled you up into a hug. You teared up at his embrace. You could feel the simple adoration through his touch. You could have just melted into his arms.

Leading you out of the cell, he sat you down in the kitchen while he went to draw a hot bath for you. “Will you be joining me?” You asked him dryly, attempting to put up some attitude in whatever way you could.

To your surprise he shook his head, “No. I’ll wait till you’re done. Enjoy yourself” You frowned slightly, knowing a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. “If you need anything just call for me okay?” He took your hands in his, kissing them gently. “After, I want to give you something. I’ve put some clothes for you on the dresser inside”

“Wait” You gasped, taking in his presence fully. “I’m sorry a...about Jimin and the media”

Yoongi shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, he’s just a typical rockstar” The two of your shared a small laugh. You realized then how rarely you had ever seen Yoongi smile. It was a beautiful smile, and you hoped to see it again.

You stepped into Yoongi’s bathroom. It wasn’t very large, but it was very high tech. A modern tub lay with soft white suds dancing over it. You grinned inwardly as you saw how he had laid out a blunt and a lighter for you. The water smelt of lavender, and was just the right temperature as you stripped down and slid in. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply while appreciating the moment of peace. The eye of the storm. Inside you knew that this might be the only break you would get. Jimin’s album was coming out tomorrow. You had no idea what to expect.

“Yoongi” You called out, tilting your head back and sinking into the tub deeper.

He appeared rapidly, not really reacting to your undressed state as he knelt down by the tub, “Everything okay?”

“Stay here” You moved your arm out of the water, soap dripping onto the tiled floor as you tilted Yoongi’s cheek towards you and kissed him deeply. “Join me” You gasped into his mouth, “Please”

Yoongi kept his lips on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He missed kissing you so much. Not having you the past night had been incredibly hard for him. “No love. I need you to relax. I’m about to tell you some things today and...you might be scared.”

You whined against him, pulling him closer to you while he did little to resist, “But I want you” You pouted.

Yoongi rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, “I want you too love. Don’t stay in there too long okay. Then get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen” With one final kiss on your lips, he backed away from you, and you slid back into the warm water.

Yoongi had set out a cute little sundress for you, one that was scandalously sheer, but nevertheless cute. The dress felt blissfully light on your body, a slight breeze fluttering up your skirt as you spun around in front of a large mirror.

You felt sexy, but most of all you felt free. You sighed heavily as you made your way to the kitchen, twirling around playfully before falling back into Yoongi’s embrace.

“Hey” You got on your tippy toes to allow Yoongi to plant a kiss on your lips from behind you, smiling into one another. There was that smile again. It made your heart melt like butter.

He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, “Fuck love you smell so good. You look so good.” You giggled as you felt his erection press up on your ass “How can I control myself...” His words were breathless as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, lifting it lightly to reveal the frilly lingerie he had bought for you. He cursed under his breath, pulling your ass back against him.

“Ah ah! You said you were gonna give me something” You teased, getting your payback for earlier. Yoongi nodded, reaching into the drawer to bring out a box. He slid it onto the kitchen counter “Is this for me?” He nods as you excitedly open the box. In it is a pistol, with gold accents and your initials engraved onto the side with what looked like diamonds. Beneath the device was a magazine of matching color. You looked at Yoongi with shock.

“I had it made just for you. Do you like it?” His hands covered yours as he guided you to take the gun into your hands and load the magazine into it. “I hope you never have to use it. But I needed you to have something to protect yourself” He turned and pulled your wrists to aim the barrel against his heart. “You could even kill me if you wanted to”

You were at a loss for words, but Yoongi continued, keeping the gun in your hand aimed at himself “I’m not a good guy Y/n. I’m dangerous. That’s why I had Taehyung take you out of Death Valley that night and had to throw you into that cell.” He gave you so space backing away. You felt bad, knowing that he must be feeling anxious to reveal himself to you, despite you knowing exactly what he was going to say.

You tried to give him a comforting look, unable to move your hands from his steady grip, “I’m a gangster.”

He waited for you to react. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just parted your lips in feigned shock. Wow! No way! Really! You felt like laughing, but his gaze was so serious you stopped yourself.

"I have a drug syndicate. At Death Valley. The money I make from that I use to gamble. That’s why we have the fights. I have boys trained and bet money on them. We make millions through that but really it’s just power plays” He looks away from you momentarily, “Anyways, no one knows that I, Min Yoongi, am the one running things there, but still I have a lot of enemies. A lot of people would love to see me dead. To see me lose.”

“Since you’re my partner, you are a liability. I need you to be safe. Normally I’ll have someone from the gang accompany you wherever you go. You won’t know who it is so don’t worry about it, it’s just in case anything happens”

Partner? Since when? You frowned slightly at the label. Then again, this guy did carve his name into your skin. Maybe that was how big scary gangsters asked girls out these days, who were you to judge.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me okay” Yoongi finally took the gun from you and set it aside, “Me giving you this means I trust you. With my secret and my life.”

You began to feel flustered. You hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to actually date or be associated with a gang member, let alone a kingpin. Now the media thought you were dating Jimin, who was also conveniently high up in all this.

“I know it’s a lot” Yoongi said. “You can always ask me if you have questions. Now let’s get to work okay. Big day coming, I need my your expert opinion by my side”

The low growl of the engine was the only sound to be heard as Taehyung drove Jin to his own home. The world came still as he parked the car. Sighing heavily, he checked his radar before exiting the car, lifting Jin.

“You think you can stand buddy?” Jin nodded, and Taehyung slowly helped him find steady ground. He held Jin up, assisting him as they walked in through the back entrance to his basement.

A single lightbulb illuminated just enough for Taehyung and Jin to see each other’’s faces. Nothing more, nothing less. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he placed Jin into a chair.

“So it’s this Yoongi guy huh” Jin remarked. “And surprise surprise...you’re his little bitch too. Do your lips hurt from all the ass you have to kiss?”

“Oh please, Yoongi can go to hell for all I care.” Taehyung chuckled, surveying an array of knives that were displayed on the wall before his eyes settled on a small blade, curved ever so slightly. “I do need you to keep your mouth shut about me to Jimin though. If it weren’t for me, Yoongi would have let you rot in there”

Jin tilted his head, a small smile growing on his face as he understood the implications of Taehyung’s words, “I see. You’re plotting against both of them huh?”

“What’s I’m plotting is none of your goddamn business, Officer. So tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet hm? Money? More coke?”

“You know, I might be able to help you. You’re playing a dangerous game Taehyung. I know what you’re doing and I know how you plan on doing it. You’re using Y/n as bait. You’re using her to pin Jimin against Yoongi so you can sweep in and take over.”

Taehyung froze. First he smiled, then burst out into giggles before full on laughing. “It’s that obvious huh? Fine, hypothetically let’s say we work together. What’s in it for you?”

Jin licked his lips, “All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. I know things Taehyung. I’m a cop after all”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is that it?”

“And I get to kill them. My way”

Taehyung took a moment to think. “Okay Officer. You might just have yourself a deal.”

The clicking of the keyboard resonated through Yoongi’s office that was all but quiet as the chaos of an upcoming release had taken the whole building by storm.

He had you sitting on his thigh, hands around his neck as he would run final details by you. But with the way he would occasionally tap his foot, causing his leg to vibrate underneath you, you couldn’t help craving him more and more with each passing minute.

He wouldn’t react as you nibbled his ear, placed kisses on his neck. You sighed loudly, sexual frustration building up within you. Finally you slid down a strap of your dress, letting it, along with your bra, glide down your breast. You tried to pull his chin towards you but he was too caught up in reading the emails he had gotten.

You really did respect the guy. For whatever he is, he took his work...of all kinds...very seriously. That itself turned you on. “Yoongi” You cooed at him, causing him to hum slightly.

“Yes love?” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Look” He finally surrendered to you, allowing you to turn his chin to see your perky breast in his line of vision. He was surprised, looking at you briefly before placing his mouth over you and suckling you roughly.

You bit your lip, his tongue felt hot as he rolled it around your nipples. He took his time, lapping away at you, digging his teeth and gliding his wet lips over the perked bud.

You buried your face into his soft black hair, his musky scent overwhelming you. Stuttering his name from your lips as he continued to suck your tit harshly, his hands trailed up your bare legs under the skirt of your dress to tug at the waistline of your panties. He let his fingers glide beneath the soft lace, teasing you.

Yoongi gave your breast a final sloppy kiss, before he let go with a pop, looking up at your fucked out face. He chuckled, bringing one hand to slide down your other strap and then tenderly squeezing your other breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers before placing his mouth of it.

Heat was coiling in your chest, soft whines leaving your parted lips. You moved from his thigh to straddle his waist, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. The friction shot pleasure through your core, making you leak with desire.

You were sure Yoongi could feel how wet you were. Nevertheless his focus remained on ravishing your breast. He left chaste kisses on your eager nub, nipping away as his mouth tenderly sucked, making sure to give it as much attention as the other.

His kisses then trailed between your breasts, traveling up to your neck where they became rougher. His movements tickled you, making you squirm as he kissed beneath your jaw, tilting your face back.

“Mmm that’s enough love, we can’t here” He mumbled. You groaned in complaint, panting with frustration as Yoongi’s lips left your skin and his hands pulled your straps back onto your shoulders. “I booked us a room somewhere special for a few days because our bedroom is still fucked up from the other night. We can have each other there, I promise, okay love?”

Yoongi was a man of taste. Being in the rock industry, he was used to things being grunge and edgy, but personally he always had a soft spot for excellence. That’s why, while maintaining the all black getup, he would dress in silk shirts, pure silver jewelry and diamond studded jackets.

He had picked a hotel not too far from the label, but one of the finest places in miles around. It was the same venue that would be the site of Jimin’s album release event the following night. Yoongi had booked out the largest suite in the building, wanting to show you the best night of your life.

And you had a feeling it would be, as you walked in to the large room, lit with purple LED undertones that complemented the fading sunset that was gleaming in through the expansive glass wall. On the bed was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

“Holy shit” You mumbled, wandering around as Yoongi directed the bellboys to bring in the luggage. Yoongi insisted he would take care of all your needs when packing. He claimed to have someone go back to your apartment and grab some of your essential items, but also insisted in buying you new things. You had to admit, gangster or not, Yoongi really knew how to spoil a girl.

You leaned against the glass, peering out at the skyline, a bright coral pink even still. Yoongi came up besides you, tilting your face towards him to kiss you fondly.

“Can I pour you a drink love?” He sighed into your mouth. You nodded, watching as Yoongi pulled the champagne out of the bucket, popping the cork and pouring two glasses with ease. He hands you one, clinking his own against yours. You took a few sips, savoring the slightly sour bubbly liquid before setting your glass aside. Yoongi pulled you towards him by the waist.

“This is all amazing Yoongi” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He caressed your hips, swaying you against him almost as though you were slow dancing. After a quick peck to the lips he spoke again,

“I’ve been thinking about the future. How would you like to work for me full time? As a junior producer?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “I...wow, I would love that, that would be the dream” Yoongi smiled, gliding his lips over your cheek, behind your ear where he began to leave small wet kisses. His hands trailed up your sides and he hooked his fingers under the strap of your dress, tugging it so the garment slid seamlessly off your body and onto a pile on the floor.

“Shit” Yoongi bit his lip, eying you up and down in your angelic lingerie. “Just missing one thing” You pouted as he stepped away from you, walking over to a cabinet to pull a studded black collar and leash from the drawer.

He wrapped the collar around your neck carefully, adjusting the strap so that it was nice and tight. He admired the way it looked against your skin, tracing and tugging on it with his fingers.

“Beautiful.” Taking the leash in his hand, he gently pushed you down onto your knees, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him eagerly. “You know what to do” He blew a kiss at you teasingly.

You began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. Licking you lips, you took his length into your hands, stroking him slowly, looking up for his validation.

He groaned at your touch “Look at you hm?” His fingers harshly ran along your jaw, pulling playfully at your bottom lip “So fucking pretty”

He tugged your lip forward, prompting you to get your mouth on his cock, his other hand holding himself steady against the wall. You wrapped your lips around the tip, letting you tongue circle around.

Your breath hitched as Yoongi suddenly tugged at your leash, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged immediately, but he kept your face pulled forward.

You flattened your tongue, allowing Yoongi to thrust himself against the slippery sensation. His cock filled your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You could taste the sour pre-cum against the rigid veins all over his girthy length.

He loved the way you took him, so messy. You slobbered all over his cock, the sounds of you choking and coughing like music to his ears. Your lips were swollen and fucked out, eyes bulging as you desperately tried to maintain yourself. Tears built at the corned of your eyes making him buck his hips. You were his. Like he had always wanted. He finally owned you.

You felt his cum shoot straight down your throat, causing you to gasp in desperation, cheeks hollowing enough to allow him to push even further down your throat. Once you surrendered to swallow, Yoongi pulled out, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping all over your face.

“Bend over, hands on the wall” He ordered through gritted teeth. He lined himself up behind you, sneaking a finger deep into your heat, relishing in the wet pool of your arousal and how you leaked out all over his palm. He pushed another finger in, pumping you furiously before his eyes narrowed in on your back.

You felt his fingers fall out, causing you to whine. A sudden tug of the leash pulled you back into his chest.

“What is this?” He growled, a finger gliding over the knife scar through his name on your back. You stuttered, the collar knocking the breath out of you. “Who did this?” He dug his nails into you making you wince.

“W..what are you talking about?” Yoongi turned you around and slapped you hard.

“You know what I’m talking about. Who marked you? Who fucking dared?” He was yelling loudly despite being so close to your face. You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“I...” You gulp. If you told Yoongi it was Jin, he would definitely go kill him. You needed Jin to be alive, in fact you were hardly even sure if he was anymore. A part of you knew Taehyung wouldn’t actually kill him. He didn’t deserve to die, not for something like this. “I don’t know”

Yoongi glared at you, the fire in his eyes evident. He dragged you relentlessly to the bed, taking the leash and using it to tie your arms to your chest.

“You wanna play fucking games huh?” Yoongi screamed. You trembled, his demeanor beginning to scare you, “I’ll show you. I’ll fucking show you what happens when you hide something from me. You’re staying like this, locked in here until you decide to tell me the truth you got that?”

Tears were already streaking down your face as you nodded. Yoongi scowled at you before climbing in the other side of the bed and turning off the lights.

Hobi arrived at the banquet hall. Preparations were already being made. The hustle of his coworkers preparing for the album release press conference and the subsequent celebration.

A few people greeted him, but looking around he noticed an absence of a certain energy. Jimin was sitting on the stage, reading over his answer sheets while his make-up artists poked at his face.

Hobi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about what he had done to Jimin. He never liked the guy, despite having to put up a cordial face around him. It was tough for him to help Jimin put songs together when he just wanted to wrench his guts out and put a bullet through his head.

He tried avoiding the star when he could, but Jimin sought him out “Hey Hobi c’mere” Jimin snapped his fingers, pushing away the people surrounding him. Hobi took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Hobi raised his eyebrows. He at first had not been sure if you would have actually been killed or not after Jin’s little stunt the other night. It was a relief to him when he saw you appear in the news at Jimin’s side, but he was confused.

“I figured she was here already. Maybe she’s with Yoongi” Jimin rolled his eyes, “That motherfucker, honestly. Did you know those two were hanging out because I fucking didn’t” Jimin hissed. “He branded her. Apparently they got really high, she said it was an accident but I dunno that’s a bit much even for Yoongi. You should have seen how pissed off he was”

“Hanging out?” Hobi asked curiously, “Y/n and Yoongi?” He felt his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Yoongi never hangs out with employees, let alone interns”

Jimin shrugged, “Can’t blame him honestly. She’s a temptress. I’ve slept with her a bunch of times and it just keeps getting better and better”

Hobi did everything in his power not to slug Jimin in his face, out of respect to the make up artists who had spent so long trying to make this bastard look presentable. “I know”

“You do?” Jimin grinned, “Right...you who almost dated for half a second there. Then Yoongi and his fucking rules came and blew it all up” Jimin playfully pushed Hobi’s shoulder, “Man. You gotta just claim what’s yours and say fuck em. Next time. She’s mine now though, sorry”

Hobi rolled his eyes, knowing full well that you loathed Jimin. Nevertheless, the spoilt brat had a point. When the fuck did Yoongi hang out with Y/n? It didn’t make sense.

Turning to one of the overseeing secretaries, Hobi questioned which room Yoongi was staying, intending to pay him a quick visit. The secretary gave him the room number, warning him that Yoongi had mentioned he might be unavailable in the morning as he had a few errands to run.

Hobi wandered through the hotel, heading to the elevator to arrive at the top floor with all the suites. When he arrived at the door, he noticed the sign on the handle with raised eyebrows. Nevertheless he knocked “Yoongi! It’s me? Can we chat for a bit?”

“Hobi! Oh my God Hobi help me! Get me out of here!” Goosebumps appeared all over him as your shrill voice leaked through the door, “I can’t move please”

His hands were trembling. What the hell was going on? He budged at the door but it was locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his gun, taking the handle and using it to knock of the handle. He pushed through the door, swallowing thickly as he saw you, leash hooked up to the bed frame, hands tied, in such a sexy little lingerie set his heart felt like exploding then and there.

“What the fuck?” Hobi rushed over to you, untying you from your restraints and clicking off the collar. Your hands went to your neck, soothing the red marks that had appeared due to the tight hold. “Yoongi did this?”

You nodded “He was punishing me. He was gonna keep me locked in here” You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even find it within yourself. Hobi noticed how defeated you looked. He hated seeing you like this.

“Why?”

You looked into his eyes, sighing at the true ignorance. Hobi knew so little about everything you had been through, you didn’t have the heart to place the burden onto him.

“Can we just get out of here? Please? I need a fucking drink” He nodded, rubbing the pads of his fingers softly over the imprints of the tight bands on your arms. “Let me get changed. That motherfucker was gonna make me miss my first album release party,” You scoffed, laughing bitterly as you stood up, “I’ll fucking show him. I’m gonna look hot as fuck and I’m gonna be all over Jimin tonight”

Hobi blinked at you in amusement but said nothing as you marched off into the bathroom.

“Come on” You called back to him, curling your finger to motion him towards you teasingly “Are you really gonna pass up the chance to fuck me in the shower?”

“Damn, you’re really something” Hobi mumbled, unable to hide the blush that grew on his cheeks.

You didn’t bother taking off your underwear, you could see how turned on Hobi was from seeing you just by the gleam in his eye. You playfully bounced into the shower, turning the water cold. The white lace on your body dampened, making the coverage practically negligible.

Hobi almost choked seeing you. You tilted your head back and let the water fall directly on your breasts. You could hear the click of his buckled as he undressed himself quickly to join you.

“Shit this is cold” Hobi touched the water before sliding into the glass cube behind you. You turned around to face him, smiling mischievously. “Can daddy clean me up?” You pouted at him, winking. Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n” Hobi pulled your hips forward before lifting you into his arms, “You’re such a slut for me aren’t you? All you fucking want is daddy’s big cock is that it?”

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Want your cock” You slid your hand down his chest, biting your lip.

“Of course you do baby” He pressed your back against the glass, the ice cold water hitting his back as he rolled his hips into you. His hand snaked around beneath you to push aside your soaked panties and touch your throbbing clit. “Look at me baby. Does that feel good?” He began to rub small circles, watching the way your body responded to him.

“Y...yes” You groaned, burying your face into his wet hair, nails digging into his back as you held on tight. Hobi grunted, gliding his finger back to trace along your folds.

“So fucking needy baby. No one fucks you as good as I do huh?” Hobi’s hot breath tickled your ear. “You missed me didn’t you, you slut. Only I know how you really like it” He pushed one finger in “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, a sobbing mess of moans muffling into his neck as he rapidly pumped his finger into you, “Yes” You exhaled, “Want Daddy. Only want Daddy”

“I know. Oh, you poor little thing” He shoved another finger in, making you mewl as he stretched you out, “Do you think about me huh? When Jimin’s ramming his cock into do you think about me?” Your pussy clenched down at his words, “Did you fuck Yoongi too? Our boss, god you are such a little whore aren’t you?”

He slid in a third finger and you began to scream out in pleasure, “Oh fuck Hobi yes, right there right there” You panted heavily, “More...please” The mention of Yoongi’s name had you leaking all over.

The thought that he could just come back in at any moment had you falling apart. He would look so fucking angry. He would probably kill Hobi on the spot.

Why did that turn you on so much?

Heat pulsed through your body. Hobi slid his fingers out, spanking your pussy before sliding you down onto your feet.

“I missed you” Hobi said weakly. Your eyes softened. You knew you were taking advantage of him. You knew your heart was really elsewhere, as much as you wished it wasn’t.

“Kiss me” You didn’t want to think, you cupped his face bringing it to yours and pressing your lips against his. You poured yourself into the kiss, the roll of your hips matching the way your lips wrestled one another.

Hobi deepened the kiss, pining your wrists above your head. He gasped as he pulled away, staring darkly into your eyes, “Do you want Daddy’s big cock?” You nodded, his lips barely inched from yours “Yeah? Want Daddy to fuck you good? Fill you up with his cum? Fuck his babies into you huh? You want that?”

He turned you around, hand gripping under your thigh to prop your leg up onto the sliding shower door handle. You winced at the stretch but Hobi didn’t react. You feel him slap his hot cockhead against your ass. Holding your hips steady, he slid his cock into you easily. Your slick inviting him in deep into your throbbing heat. You whimpered as his dick pushed through your walls, filling you to the brim.

“Good girl” He growled, “Such a good warm little pussy for daddy, such a good fucking girl oh goddd” He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in. His pace was excruciatingly slow, but the burn of him pumping you in and out felt so good.

“Fuck I’m close Daddy” You were practically drooling, lips parted in pure bliss as Hobi fucked you deeper and deeper, your head slamming against the glass. “Want you to fill me up daddy. Want your cum” You whined.

“You feel so fucking good baby. Go ahead and cum,” Hobi kissed you again “Cum for Daddy, come on” He quickened his pace as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch around his cock. He could hear your wetness as he pistons into you under your breathless screams.

“I’m gonna cum Daddy..I..I..” Your eyes were clenched close as you let out a high pitched scream, your hot arousal dripping all over Hobi’s cock as your walls squeezed him tight. He bucked his hips as you came, groaning as he tried to fuck you through it.

“Shit.” Hobi cursed under his breath as he felt himself come undone immediately after, his sticky cum shooting deep inside of you. “God that was so good” He sighed, landing a lazy kiss on your lips.

You sighed, savoring the small aftershocks of arousal that had you trembling in his embrace. Enjoying the final momentary pleasure before the wild night ahead of you.

Jimin stood outside the banquet hall and tightened his tie. There were only a few more minutes until his album officially came out. Fixing loose strands of his hair, he sighed. He wanted you by his side but you were no where to be seen.

“Jiminnnn” The pitch of your voice gave you away easily. Jimin glowed in anticipation of you. His heart stopped as you arose from the hallway. You looked absolutely stunning in a classy sleeveless pantsuit.

“Baby” You giggled. Jimin frowned slightly, noticing how you stumbled into his arms before giving you a peck on the lips. “Are you excitedddd?” You slurred your words. “Everyone’s gonna loveeeee your music”

He inhaled your scent, scrunching his nose as he recognized the stench of whiskey on your breath. “Baby. You’re drunk”

“Come onnnnn, everyone is waiting for you at the party” You tugged at his tie. Jimin sighed, he couldn’t help but surrender to your cuteness despite his gut telling him not to bring you there.

“Jimin...this is my dream.” You giggled, almost losing your balance before Jimin caught you into his arms. “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriendddd” Jimin dragged you outside slowly, sheepishly bowing to the other people who began giving the pair of you dirty looks. “Hey!” You yelled suddenly, “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriend! I love him!”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. “You...what?” He began trembling, an overwhelming flush of emotions seizing him. “Really?”

You nodded, a big teethy smile on your face. Jimin blushed. “I...” She’s just drunk. He sighed. “Come on baby” He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down to the banquet hall.

The venue was gorgeous. It had a red and black theme that matched Jimin’s album cover. Champagne was being served at every nook and corner. The room broke out into applause as Jimin walked in, you glued to his side.

Jimin’s eyes scanned the room looking for Yoongi. He was no where to be seen.

Jimin waved to his guests, thanking them for the cheer before he turned to you. He stroked your face, gazing into your glittering eyes with nothing but adoration. He felt his eyes tear up as the thought occured to him that maybe it really was you.

He had written so many baseless love songs, songs about yearning, song about searching for someone to make his life worth it again. Maybe it was you. Were you his happy ending?

His mind wandered to what could be. What might be if he marries you, you go on tour together, making love in every city over the world. You would be his biggest fan, his lifeline, and he would love you endlessly. He wanted that. So bad. Did you?

He twirled you around before dipping you down princess style and kissing you passionately. The room burst into cheers as you smiled into one another.

“Sir” One of the staff members tapped on Jimin’s shoulder urgently, “Sorry to interrupt, there’s something you should know” The staff member leaned in to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. You watched as his eyes went wide with shock.

“I...I need to go. Excuse me” Jimin pardoned himself from the crowd, rushing out of the banquet hall. You followed him.

“Jimin! What is it? What happened?” You held onto his arm.

“He’s dead” Jimin muttered, “Fuck. SHIT. He’s dead”

Your heart dropped. “Who...?”

“Taehyung. Taehyung is dead”

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a/n: i hope this makes up for how shitty part 6 was ahahaha. gosh i must have rewritten this like 4 times. but yeah drop those theories in my asks bbs <3 who killed tae? where’s yoongi? what’s jin up to? joon and kook will be back in action in part 8, next week dw ;)

also that detail abt jin not listing you fucking taehyung when he’s spanking you is intentional

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morgana-ren · 4 years ago

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Hear me out. Shiggys captive gf tries to escape so he punishes her by ruining her poor lil butthole

Oh my GOD I love this. I don't know what my fucking deal is today but I am seriously SERIOUSLY just loving the degradation and dominance of him fuckin' you square in the ass when you’re all squeamish and meek about it. I had a few other ones I was gunna try to do first but I am feeling it today.

tw for the standard stuff: Noncon, Dubcon, assplay, bondage, kidnapping, abuse mention, manipulation, general rudeness, etc.

You yank and pull at the bonds that keep you tethered to the headboard, but the rope finds no mercy for you, offering no slack as you desperately attempt to thrash your arms free. Stomach pressed against the filthy mattress, you writhe and kick. It digs into your hands, tearing sores into the delicate skin that covers the bones in your wrist. You can scream and shout and throw your little tantrum, but the binds don’t have the capacity to show leniency, much like the sentient things that dwell in this building where he holds you captive.

None of them investigate your cries for help. Those that did never lasted long.

Tears of frustration bead in the corner of your eyes, breathless and aching in your useless act of defiance. It was your last little display of rebellion that landed you here in the first place.

He’d grown complacent around you, or at least you’d thought he had. Kissed you all too tenderly on the temple before leaving you alone in your cell, hands left free for the first time in months. You’d pondered briefly if he believed you tame now, wondered if he thought he had managed to subdue your rage as you slipped the confines of your prison.

It was a simple task. Far too simple. Had you been more observant, perhaps you might’ve noticed the mischievous glint to his eyes as he had locked the door, the slight grin that tugged at his lips.

But you were feral in your hope, so terribly reckless in your pursuit of freedom. A smarter girl would have waited. A more clever one have wondered why his demeanor had changed so suddenly.

But months of his forced affections had left you starved and broken, so eager to feel the sun on your face and the precious autonomy of moving about the world without the leash he kept for you pulled so taut you would could suffocate. You’d acted far too rashly, and he would punish you for it. That’s all you were certain of.

Your heart drops as the door to your cell swings open, hinges creaking so slowly it makes you want to scream. He’s a theatric at heart, loves to leave a lasting impact. Each footstep carefully timed, precise movements calculated to ensure lasting terror. As he comes to stand so closely you can only hear his breathing, the silence fills you with dread. A shiver wracks your spine as you hear him sigh, breaking the quiet and as he tuts you dramatically.

“And here I thought we’d moved past this.”

His hands graze your calf, slowly moving up to your thigh before stopping just short of the curve of your ass. He studies you, paralyzed in fear and pulled apart to his liking, and you swear you can hear him shudder in some twisted form of anticipation. An ill omen of things to come.

“I guess you just aren’t ready yet.” His cold, lithe fingers toy with the seams of your threadbare panties, pulling them down just enough that you wiggle in defiance. “I don’t enjoy punishing you like this, you know.”

‘Yes you do!’ The accusation seethes behind your tongue but you’ve learned better of it. He’s quick to strike you down in your fits, any semblance of disrespect swiftly culled. Last time you spoke out of turn, it landed you with a fat lip and a swollen cheek, his tongue licking the blood from the open wound on your mouth. it’s best to save your energy for whatever is to come.

Your panties find their way to your knees courtesy of him, the harsh yanking motion enough to jerk the mattress. Despite how many times he’s seen the intimate parts of you, you still clench your eyes in embarrassment when he reveals you. He palms the fat of your ass, kneading his fingernails into the plump skin hard enough it hurts. He’s breathing too hard despite having barely touched you, pulling your cheeks apart despite how you wiggle to lurch yourself free.

“I guess I just have to put you in your place again.”

One of his hands keeps you pried open, the other lifting to his mouth. He wets two of his digits between his tongue, letting his saliva gather thick on his skin before sliding them down your crack, positioning them just short of the puckered hole above your pussy.

“Wait, no- Tomura, please, don’t! I’m sorry!”

He laughs, sinister and cruel, tapping the pads of his fingers down as you clench. “You’re going to want to relax. It hurts less that way.”

A thin finger slides in, wiggling past the first ring of tight muscle and slowly works itself deeper inside your cavity before pulling out and repeating the action. It’s uncomfortable bordering on painful, but no matter how much you worm in his grasp, he doesn’t relent. Before long, he slithers his other finger in alongside the first, scissoring ever so slightly.

“You should be grateful I’m trying to loosen you up after how you behaved. I could fuck you dry, you know.”

You only whimper in response, teeth digging into your bottom lip in an effort to ease the tension, trying to focus on anything but the sensation of him prodding all too deeply inside of you.

“I was going to use toys to make this nice and easy at first, but those are for girls who obey me.” He pushes in as far as he can before turning his hand and pumping in and out once again.

It hurts, and you’re far too aware that if his fingers cause this level of discomfort, things will only get worse when he decides he’s done trying to prepare you to take him inside.

“Please! Don’t! I’ll be good! I promise!”

Your begging falls on deaf ears. Somewhere deep down, you know he’s lying. He’s been waiting for this for a long time, almost shoved his cock there many times before but hesitated and decided better of it. He orchestrated the perfect scenario, one you couldn’t resist. He’d set you up to fail, and like a rat in a cage, you’d fallen for it so easily. He enjoys his little games, loves giving you hope only to yank it away and punishing you for even considering it.

“That’s what you said last time.” He tries to add a third finger, chuckling at your low whimper. “I don’t like lying little whores.”

Your nails dig into the soft of your palms, embedding so deeply that you’re surprised the flesh hasn’t ripped. Anything to keep your mind off of what’s to come. Your mind rapidly files through things you can say or do to appease him, things he seems to enjoy. He likes when you humiliate yourself for him, when you throw yourself into pretending that you love him as much as he is obsessed with you.

“T-Tomura, my love-” You swallow back the stem of tears, quickly wiping the few escapees on the dirty mattress beneath you. “I’m sorry. I won’t try to escape again, I promise. I get confused sometimes, but I know you love me. I love you too, you don’t have to punish me.”

He pauses, slowing the movements of his fingers before withdrawing them from you completely and pulling away.

You almost heave an audible sigh of relief, but it’s short lived. He swings one leg over you, straddling your backside on his knees before leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“I told you to relax. Don’t make this harder on yourself than it needs to be.” He hisses, hand brushing the cleft of your bottom as he undoes his zipper. Your crying begins anew, thrashing in an attempt to buck him off of the back of your thighs.

He’s accustomed to your outbursts, easily able to stabilize himself as he frees his cock from the confines of his pants. He doesn’t bother pulling them down all the way. reaching instead into his pocket to pull out a small packet. He rips it with his teeth, using one hand to massage the liquid onto his rapidly hardening prick, the other smearing the excess around your opening and prodding you again with his thumb this time.

“Shh-” He hushes you, stroking your hair as he brings his cock to sit right at your backdoor entrance. His gentle gesture is contrasted directly by the malevolence in his voice, blatantly mocking you. “You might even like it, huh? Might even beg me to fuck you here again.”

He doesn’t give you time to respond, pushing his hips forward and beginning to press his dick against the resistant cavity. Your sniffles and cries garner you no sympathy, he only hold himself steady as the tip slips past the first ring and slowly pulses his hips to break down the resistance of the ultra-tight walls. You can’t help but wail every time he inches further inside of you, each centimeter of his length burrowing deeper and deeper into your ass with every teasing little maneuver.

“Shit- So fucking tight here too! I knew you would be.” He laughs, almost gasping. “Is it your first time being fucked here?”

You don’t answer, don’t give him the satisfaction of either response.

“It doesn’t matter now.” He reaches one of his hands down, pulling you apart further as he shimmies his hips in an effort to stuff you fully. “My cock is the only one you’ll ever have again.”

You can’t help the strangled sob that breaks from your throat, as desperate as you were to not give him the pleasure. “Tomura please! Please, it hurts!”

“I know it does.” He coos at you a baby voice.

All you can do is grit your teeth and do your best to shoulder the pain as he paps his lower body against you, eventually fully enveloped inside. You feel too full, his intrusion inside of you almost too much to bear. He presses his hips against you, rolling them a few times for good measure as you cry into your bound arms.

“Fuck- that’s so good! That’s one tight little hole you’ve got back here. I’ve only barely gotten inside and I could probably blow my load right now.” He cackles, smacking the side of your hip and causing you almost jolt against him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Make it nice and fast?”

You nod, sniveling pathetically and knowing that your answer ultimately doesn’t matter.

“Don’t get excited. You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

He lets his chest rest fully against your back, one hand holding your hip steady to keep him inside despite your wriggling while the other comes to tip your chin up, forcing you to look at him. He studies your watery eyes, your trembling lips, the hastily mumbled pleas that beg him to stop. He only smiles softly, placing another all too gentle kiss on your forehead.

That’s the finality of his tenderness, raising his legs up slightly and sliding out of you by several inches before immediately pushing back in. Another choked cry escapes your lips, petering out into a whiny blubber as his hips meet the back of your thighs once more. He repeats the motion again and again, each time with a little more force.

“I told you to relax, baby.” He arches himself over you, moving his hands to hold himself up with a firm grip on your arms. “Or don’t. It’s like you’re sucking me in. Damn, I really can’t get enough of this!”

You do your best to relax your protesting muscles, focusing on anything but the sensation of his large cock invading your asshole. With every thrust, it’s like he forces himself deeper and deeper, small groans escalating into grunts and growls as he works himself up. Every subsequent stroke, he plunges harder, skin smacking against skin as his breath grows heavy. You can feel as he begins to sweat beneath his shirt, or at least could until he pulls away suddenly, leaving you connected as he situates himself upright.

He pulls up on both sides of your hips, forcing your lower half up into the air to meet him, bottoming out inside you again shortly after. He rams himself into you, barely keeping you stabilized as his nails dig into the soft fat of your waist, pinky wavering as he tries to keep himself in control. The rhythm he sets is intense, only finding the confidence to weave one hand through your hair after several minutes of practice.

He forces your head down even further into the mattress at first, shuddering at the intensity the new angle offers him. You think, if only for a moment, that he might be close, but your hope is quickly dashed when he yanks you up by the roots and arching your back to a painful degree.

“You like this, don’t you? You like my cock buried in your ass, like it when I use your slutty little body however I want to. Tell me you want more, tell me you want me to ream your ass and use you as a cumdump!”

You refuse to respond, trying in vain to keep the tears from falling as he uses you mercilessly. Unfortunately, Shigaraki is nothing if not accomplished at getting exactly what he wants.

The hand steadying your waist slithers down between your legs, teasing the little bud there with his still-lubed fingers. He doesn’t miss your quiet gasp, the way your thighs clench if only for a moment. It’s all that it takes to know that he’s got you. His touches are feather light in the beginning. Gentle grazes and light strokes to get you worked up. He even relaxes his brutal thrusts inside of you, dulling it down to a languid roll.

“Please-” You stutter, trying to block out the pleasure blooming between your thighs even as he abuses your ass.

“Please what?” He feigns innocence, middle finger working small patterns around your swelling clit.

“Stop!” You beg, struggling against his poisonous lavish of affection.

“Aw, is that really what you want?” He giggles, now using two of his fingers to work tight knit circles, coordinating his movements to match that of his cock. Your breath grows heavy from his expert movements, unable to deny the tightness winding as he plays with you.

“My pretty, stupid little slut. You really think you can resist me, don’t you? I can drag this out all night if I want. I can find something else to stick in that tight little pussy of yours too, show you what it’s really like to be stuffed so full you can’t move. You can beg me to cum in your ass, or I can find another use for that mouth while I do it over and over again.”

Even despite his harsh words, your eyes are glazing. You can feel your apex throb as his fingers expertly stroke across your cunt, the forced intrusion in your hole starting to feel something other than painful. As much as you wish he didn’t, you know he’s aware of this, breathing heavy in your ear as he adds more weight to both his hips and his hands.

“What do you want? Say it!” He seethes, punctuating his sentence with a particularly rough slam.

“I want you to cum in my ass! Please!”

Your acquiescence seems to please him, rewarding you with his fingers. “Do you like it when I fuck you here? Tell me.”

“Y-Yes, I love it when you fuck me in my ass! Please use me however you want, I’m yours!”

You don’t have to see him to know the terrible grin that slices across his face. He speeds his motions once again, coaxing a loud moan from you. The bedframe squeaks with every punch of his cock inside you, but the pain has subsided to a dull roar. Raw pleasure takes its place, flooding out from your thighs and spiraling through your limbs. Your nipples pebble in response, tingling from every brush against the mattress.

“What are you? Tell everyone just what you are.” He pulls you up higher by your hair, unnatural arch of your back only adding to the cacophony of sensation bombarding your nerves. He licks your cheek leaving a thick stripe of saliva across your face, waiting for your answer. Picking up the pace, both of his movements and the manipulation of your quim, he revels in the unraveling of your will power under his hands and the lust-drunk emptiness in your expression.

“I’m your stupid little whore and I want you to cum in my ass! Please Shigaraki, please fuck me!”

His eyes narrow, satisfied in your broken pleading.

“Good bitch. Now let me take care of you the way you deserve.”

He slicks his fingers in your juices, kissing your neck when you whine at his absence before expertly beginning to rub you again, groaning as your clench and squeeze around him. His animalistic grunts echo off the cement walls alongside your needy, licentious moans, mumbling half coherent sentences in the shell of your ear as he nibbles and bites at you. He ramps up his treatment, his cock throbbing in your ass cluing you in to the fact that he’s close.

The coil winds tighter and tighter and you find yourself bucking your hips against him to meet his thrusts, inebriated on the ecstasy of his nimble fingers. If he wasn’t holding you up, you’re fully certain you would have keeled over by now, unable to keep yourself upright between the quaking and the overwhelming waves of pleasure that threaten to drown you. You’re so close now, drool slipping from the side of your mouth, eyes hazy and fluttering.

“Perfect little slut! You’ll cum around my cock no matter what hole I stick it in, won’t you?” His words are bold, but like you, it’s painfully apparent that he’s on the brink of orgasm. “Beautiful- fucking-” He heaves, shoving you back down on the mattress, arching over you again but keeping his palm centered on your sloppy cunt, incessantly grinding the pads of his fingers on your pulsing pearl. “Whore! My whore! Fuck, I love you, I love you-”

Blinding white encompasses your vision, searing pleasure erupting from your abdomen. You throw your head back onto against shoulder, practically screaming as your thighs quake and you lose any ability to keep yourself steady. In the outskirts of your consciousness, you can feel him as he’s thrown over the edge as well, cussing and spitting as he forces his cock as deep as it will go, cumming deeply with a breathy groan against your ear. He rolls his hips against you, muttering about how tightly your ass milks him, but at the present moment, you can’t quite process it. Not when you’re breathless and seizing in bliss of your own.

Your hands shake and your eyes roll backward, cunt clenching around nothing as your hands flex uselessly against the air. You can hear his name spill from your lips alongside vile sentiments you would never say otherwise, but in the moment, it feels so right. You can feel him rest against your sweaty back, stroking you tenderly through your orgasm until the sea of pink starts to subside and his motions begin to border on painful.

“T-Tomura-” You sigh, finally fully waded through your shameful undoing. His heart pounds against you, so hard you can barely feel your own beat out of control in your chest. He decides upon kindness and you’re grateful for it, removing his fingers gracefully from beneath you before falling to your side and wrapping his arms around you. The uncomfortable wetness between your cheeks and dripping from your hole becomes uncomfortably apparent, alongside the now throbbing pain of your abused ass. Disgust washes over you, swallowing down a sob as he tenderly rubs your ribs.

“I’ll get you cleaned up in a few minutes, but I want to lie like this for now. Don’t try and run from me again, okay? I don’t like hurting you but you know sometimes I have to.” He kisses your temple again, sickly sweet and gentle. “Besides, it wasn’t that bad, was it? I promise you’ll get used to it.”

#please see all warnings up top #nsft #b u t t s t u f f #and please before anyone messages me like omg that is just SO not how it would gooo wah wah #keep in mind I am fully aware #its a fuckin fantasy now relax and let him ream you #be grateful #this entire thing was in italics earlier #btw anon i want you to know i CACKLED when I was poor lil butthole that was my selling point here

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Your Good Little Boy | Tomura Shigaraki and Dabi

Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: NSFW. Threesome/Polyamory, (ShigaDabi x Fem!reader), (Dom!Dabi x Switch!Reader x Sub!Shigaraki) (Reader doms Shiggy but subs for Dabi) Bondage (only hands), degradation kink, praise kink, collars, chains for collars, edging, overstimulation, spit/saliva kink, heat play, mommy kink, anal (male receiving), oral (female receiving), fingering (both receiving), scratching, biting, etc. Petnames Used: Doll, puppy, baby, mommy, slut, cumslut Request: None! A/N: Please give me your thoughts! I always get anxious writing smut. Extra: @itsjammin asked to be tagged!

“Lick it up, doll. I know you want to.” Dabi’s gruff voice was a low murmur in my ear as he bent over behind me, pushing me down with his front. Shigaraki let out a moan at the statement, and I looked up to see him watching me, wide-eyed and breathless. I looked back down at his stomach, splatters of cum painting across his torso in an almost beautiful way. “Be a good little cumslut and lick it up.” Dabi’s fingers trailed across my collar and then tugged it back gently.

I licked my lips slowly and then bent down fully and licked a stripe up his torso, trying to catch as much cum as I could. Shigaraki let out a high whine and tugged at his restraints. His hands were above his head, crossed over each other with handcuffs wrapped around his wrists and then connected to the bedrail.

“What do you say, Shiggy,” Dabi cooed, a grin playing on his lips. “What do you say when she’s been so nice to you.”

“Thank you,” Shigaraki gasped out.

Dabi pushed me forward as he leaned over me to place a kiss on Shigaraki’s lips. I responded by licking Shiggy’s stomach again, smiling at the noises he made. Dabi bucked his clothed hips against my uncovered ones, sending me crashing against Shigaraki and causing me to break away from my task. He then pulled away, but he pushed down on my back, forcing me to stay still when I went to do the same.

He disappeared for a few moments, leaving me to stare up at Shiggy as he tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking deep, long breaths. My fingers danced along his thighs.

“Are you okay up there,” I questioned? “Not too overwhelmed?”

Shiggy’s eyes opened almost immediately and locked with mine. “I’m okay, I promise. I’d say the safeword if it was too much; you know that.”

I held his thigh gently. “I know, but you tend to push yourself too far.”

Shigaraki chuckled and leaned his head back again. “That’s part of the fun, y/n. Don’t be so worrisome.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I went to say something only to stop as I felt Dabi’s full hand rub against my ass, his piercings incredibly cold against my skin. “Gimme your hands, doll,” Dabi spoke.

I pushed my hands behind me, prepared for him to tie them up, but instead, he placed something in my hands, a chain. I pulled it in front of me and turned my head to give him a questioning look. “For me?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve been good for me. Why would I chain you? Him, on the other hand.” He trailed off, his eyes falling on the parts of Shigaraki’s stomach I didn’t cover.

“Oh,” I whispered. Shigaraki’s wide eyes met mine, and he let a small smile slip on his face as I hooked the chain to the o-ring on the front of his collar. There was both Dabi and I’s name engraved in small, silver bars on either side of the ring, a reminder of who he belonged to; Mine only had Dabi’s name on it.

Dabi took the end of the chain and pulled it, testing it. The sight of Shigaraki being pulled forward gave me a few butterflies, just watching his helpless but excited expression.

“You’re not supposed to like it, puppy,” Dabi groaned, tugging on the leash again. “It’s part of your punishment.”

Shigaraki furrowed his brows. “Part?”

Dabi’s hands dropped to run over my ass again, the leash still in his hand. He took his empty hand and spanked me harshly, then rubbed over the spot soothingly. “Part,” he hummed in affirmation. His hand pushed up, following my spine, and pushed up the zip-up jacket I was wearing, exposing my back. The hoodie was Shigaraki’s, and the only thing I was wearing at the moment. Both of them had some strange obsession with fucking me with a jacket on, but I never minded it.

I felt Dabi’s hands heat up enough to mark me, but not enough to cause any real damage. He pressed his palm against the middle of my back and hummed when I let out a groan of content.

“Tell me when,” he said, and his hand grew warmer and warmer in pulses as if he was worried he would go too hot without meaning to. I laid my head on the clean part of Shigaraki’s stomach, enjoying the warmth they both provided against the cold room. “Doll, I’m marking you. Are you sure you’re good?”

I hummed an affirmation and then moaned quietly when his hands grew hot enough to really burn. “When, Dabi.”

He pulled away almost immediately, but I could still feel the heat right at the base of my spine. It would leave a heavy mark, no doubt, but I had no care in the world. Dabi let out an excited hum. Still slightly warm from a few moments ago, his hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me up a bit. He tilted my head to face him and pressed his lips against mine gently. “Remember your safe word?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

That was enough for him to move his hand back down, but this time to my front, pressing right below my belly button. It heated up much quicker than the last time, and when I went to moan, he swallowed it with an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slid against mine and then slipped away, leaving a trail of saliva between us, and the sight could have made me orgasm right there.

Shigaraki twitched his leg, and we both turned at the feeling. He was quiet as we watched him, but his cock was hard once again, standing up slightly from his stomach.

“What- lonely,” Dabi leered. He pressed a kiss to my cheek and then my jaw before pushing me forward again. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and help our girl?” His nose skimmed against my cheek, and then he whispered in my ear, “lean forward and give him your tits while I work your cunt, will you?”

I moved instinctively, leaning over Shigaraki in only a few seconds while Dabi’s hands trailed farther and farther down until he was circling my clit with his middle finger. I could feel his watchful eyes on us as I hovered over Shigaraki. Shiggy licked his lips, unsure of what to do.

“Come on, baby,” I moaned as Dabi slipped a finger inside of me, his thumb taking the place of his middle finger. “Help mommy out, will you?”

Shiggy’s breath fanned over my chest, warm and inviting, and then he leaned in and twirled his tongue around my nipple, smiling as he felt it harden. I used one hand to hold myself up and pulled the other up, running it through his hair; it was a tangled mess, but there was enough of it that I could wrap my hand in it and control where his head moved.

Shigaraki wrapped his lips around my nipple harshly, sucked, and then pulled away with a loud pop. He reveled at the sound and went to do it again when I tugged his hair back. His eyes moved from my breasts to my face with confusion. His face flushed a bright red, and he looked away, refusing to meet my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

I chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re eager. I’ve done the same to you. Just be gentler.”

He nodded, and I moved my chest towards him again. He was slower this time, and the way he swirled his tongue around me made me feel a bit lightheaded, and when you add in Dabi fucking me with his fingers, it was enough to make me feel very good very quickly.

Dabi tugged on Shigaraki’s chain, grinning against my neck as he leaned over me to watch him. “Bite her,” he said loud enough for Shiggy to hear. Shiggy immediately listened and bit down, but he did it harder than he was supposed to, causing me to yelp and pull away. Dabi laughed loudly in my ear and kept me still. “Come on, doll,” he said between laughs, “you can handle my burns but not a bit of biting?” He held my breast with the hand he held the leash in, heating it up right on my nipple to go along with the statement.

I groaned in response. “It’s different,” I whined, leaning into his touch.

He huffed and pushed me onto Shigaraki again, this time with Shigaraki’s head right on the crook of my neck. “Bite, puppy,” he said. Shigaraki complied and bit my shoulder harsh enough to leave teeth marks. That I liked; It made me clench around Dabi’s fingers without meaning to, seeing white temporarily. He hummed in response. “That’s what I thought.”

Shigaraki stuck his tongue out and licked the new marks and smiling when I made a noise of satisfaction.

“Thank you, baby,” I whispered to him, watching as his face softened at the praise.

Dabi’s fingers stopped abruptly, and then he laughed loudly, a sound that quickly filled the entire room. “Oh, I’ve got an idea.” He pulled out of me slowly and then brought his hand to the front of my face. “But first, open up, doll.”

I followed the order and whined as he pushed his fingers onto my tongue before he tilted his hand and pulled my jaw open, forcing me to taste myself completely. Globs of saliva and cum fell from my mouth onto Shigaraki’s chest, and I watched in fascination, enjoying the way it glimmered and how he shuddered at every new drop of liquid.

“Now, I need you to unlock him,” Dabi said, letting go and pushing me forward a bit. I did; the handcuffs not even needing keys to come undone. Then, I moved a bit to the side, so I was out of the way.

When he was freed, Shigaraki rubbed at his wrists, looking at the bright red marks the cuffs had made. Then, he looked up at Dabi in confusion. Dabi gave him a sinister grin and grabbed his hands, pulling him up quickly and then flipping him, so he was on his stomach. Shigaraki let out a noise of confusion and then a moan when Dabi roughly spanked him.

“Come here, doll,” Dabi spoke, turning to me. He pulled Shigaraki’s hands behind his back and lifted the boy, so there was enough room for me to crawl underneath them, taking the spot Shigaraki had initially had. “That’s good. Now, puppy, you make her cum with your mouth,” he tugged Shigaraki back until his face was in front of my cunt, “and I’ll get to work on your ass.” The statement was followed by the sound of him popping open a bottle. When Shigaraki didn’t move, instead blinking as he tried to process what all was happening, Dabi spanked him again. “Come on, puppy. You’ve got to work for a reward, now. Or do you want me to tie you to the chair and make you watch me demolish her?”

Shigaraki moved quickly at the statement, opening his mouth and licking a stripe up my cunt before putting full attention on my clit. Dabi tugged on his collar.

“Not too fast, though. The sooner she cums, the less prep you get. I want to see her cry.”

My eyes flew to Dabi’s in confusion. “What did I- ah- ah-“ I gripped Shigaraki’s hair with both hands, closing my eyes as he moved his tongue just right. “What did I do?”

“Absolutely nothing,” he teased.

I tried to keep eye contact, but my eyelids kept fluttering open and closed until I finally decided to just lay back and enjoy the treatment. Shigaraki was still new to many things, but he always knew how to eat me out perfectly. It was like he was inside my head with how he was able to pull away with just enough time for me to not cum or roll his tongue in a way that had me seeing stars. Dabi continued to let out quiet words of approval mixed with degradation as he finger-fucked Shigaraki, adding enough fingers to make the boy whimper underneath him; Then, just when I was on the verge of crying, Shigaraki let me have my release, moaning against me as I cried out his name, singing words of praise.

Dabi let out an unimpressed sigh. “And just when I thought I would get to see you cry,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of Shigaraki. “Oh, well.”

Both Shigaraki and I took a few moments to compose ourselves as Dabi undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground in a heap. He kicked them to the side and settled behind Shigaraki easily. He pushed the boy forward a bit until he was face to face with me and then pressed into him if the look on Shigaraki’s face was anything to go by.

I grabbed Shiggy’s face gently and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re doing so well for us, baby. You’re being such a good boy for mommy.”

Shigaraki let out a pitiful whine and gasp as Dabi pushed fully into him. “I’m your good boy, mommy, I promise.”

I gripped his leash and pulled him into another kiss when Dabi spoke again, moving Shigaraki, so his hips were near my entrance.

“Get in her,” Dabi commanded Shiggy. “Come on, puppy, fuck her.”

“With you in-“ His voice was loud and confused, but he followed the orders only to stop. He was barely inside of me, and he was already overwhelmed, his eyes rolling back. Dabi pushed him forward with a sharp thrust of his hips, forcing almost all of Shigaraki inside of me. Shigaraki let out a silent moan, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth and sending drool dripping onto my chest.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered, cupping his face gently. “Be a good boy like you said you were and fuck mommy.”

He let out a pathetic whimper in response and pulled out of me a bit only to feel himself pull Dabi in. “Too much,” he cried, “it’s too much.”

“No, it’s not,” I replied, rubbing my thumb against his cheek. Tears gathered in his eyes, but he leaned into my touch gratefully. “Come on. Fuck mommy.”

“Yeah,” Dabi chuckled behind him, “go ahead. Be a good little slut and get us off.”

Shigaraki bucked forward, his whole body trembling as he did so, and set himself an agonizingly slow pace.

“Faster,” Dabi sang teasingly. “How do you expect her to cum to that? Don’t you want to make her feel good? Don’t you want to feel good?”

I tutted gently and sent Dabi a sharp look over Shiggy’s shoulder. He had already had a lot tonight; how did he expect him to give more? My thoughts were cut off by Dabi thrusting roughly into Shigaraki, sending him flying onto my chest. My hands found themselves in his hair again, holding him to me.

“If you’re not going to go fast, I will.” Dabi clutched Shigaraki’s hips hard enough to leave marks and fucked him at a brutal pace. Every snap of his hips sent Shigaraki’s into mine, giving me the kind of stimulation I needed. “Play with her clit, puppy. You can’t get off until she does.”

Shigaraki’s breath caught in his throat, and his trembling hands lowered to my thighs, trying to keep himself raised as Dabi didn’t pause in the slightest. His eyes were foggy and glazed over as he stared down at me.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Being so good.” I reached and grabbed his hand in mine, gently leading him to where I needed him most. “Just help mommy out a little more and we’ll be done soon.”

His fingers circled my clit only to get pulled away as Dabi sent a particularly harsh thrust. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, shaking his head as tears gathered in his eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t break the rules again. I won’t cum early. I’ll be a good little boy.”

I shook my head as Dabi laughed. “I know, baby, I know. Give mommy another kiss, will you?”

He nodded and bent down, pressing his slobbery lips to mine in a sloppy kiss. He disconnected for a few moments, his warm breath fanning over my face, and then surged forward again to reconnect our lips. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” He repeated the phrase over and over again between kisses, his hand making it back to my clit. Tears streamed down his face continuously as he went, but he put enough attention to get me moaning, sparks of pleasure shooting up me in pulses.

Dabi leaned forward, pushing Shigaraki closer as he went, and leaned over him to come face to face with me, his hips not even pausing as he did so. “What,” he leered, “no love for me?”

I giggled quietly and reached a hand up to cup his scarred face, pulling up so I could place my lips on his. He kissed me feverishly, trying to keep me close as he fucked Shigaraki and I. Shigaraki groaned lowly into my shoulder and bit down before running his tongue across the mark, continuing the action over and over.

After only a few more moments, I felt the tension in my stomach build and build until I cried out loudly and came around Shigaraki, my hands splaying across his back, digging my nails into his skin and dragging down. He let out an unknown sound at the action and jerked his hips against Dabi’s, fucking into me harder than he had before with renewed vigor.

“Can I- please, please, please, please,” he sobbed, more fluid falling out of his mouth and slurring his speech. “Please, let me, please.”

“Let you what, puppy,” Dabi spoke. “Use your words.”

“Please, let me cum- let me- let me cum-“

Dabi met eyes with me and sent me a look, asking for my response. I nodded, wincing from the feeling of being fucked too soon after cumming. “Well, since you have done what was asked. Go ahead,” he said, “but don’t pull out.”

I let out a gasping breath and arched my back as Shigaraki thrust ruthlessly once, twice, and then came with a loud scream falling from his lips. A mix of tears and spit fell on my chest at his release, and then, he fell forward, collapsing onto me with no energy left to give.

Dabi groaned quietly and then came, his hips slowing to a stop after a bit and a lazy grin settling on his face. Shigaraki’s body trembled heavily on top of me, his breaths more pants than anything. I traced patterns along his back soothingly and pressed kisses to the side of his head.

“You did so well for us, Tomu,” I told him with a smile. “So good.”

Shigaraki sniffled and nodded. “Thank you, mommy.”

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