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Let it happen

hwang in-ho x reader

Chapter 2

You concentrated on the ceiling that night, wild ideas festering in your mind, morally conflicted in every way. You shouldn’t be feeling this, they were complete strangers who willingly participated—a portion of them not so willing now, and that’s what puzzled you. You were against becoming so sappy over people who wouldn’t acknowledge your existence in any other circumstance, though the sympathy lingered.

You studied the room’s contents underneath the dim lighting, the other contestants sleeping the day’s events off, letting the exhaustion ebb away, something that came naturally to them, and you wished it did for you too. Your ears pricked, listening to the soft snores and sounds people made while asleep, being the only disruption to the silence. A part of you even wanted Eun-Shin to pop out, to occupy the dreadful quiet, so your mind could be silenced.

Attempting to be quiet, you scooted your weight slowly toward the corner of the bed, legs dangling from the side, the stairs a foot below. Fingers combed through [H/C] strands, massaging your scalp as if it would diminish the questions pooling within your skull. Your eyes squeezed shut, tension possessing your bones, struggling to soothe the restlessness of your body. You should be excited, eager for the second game, but your nerves were frayed, strangely unsettled. Risk typically entertained you—but with other people’s lives at stake, it dulled. Regardless, you assured yourself you would revert to normal tomorrow.

“Are you alright?” The soft voice interrupted the course of silence, your eyes flying toward another bed opposite of you, a bunk lower—the familiar gaze of the tiebreaker connected to your own, turned on his side to better inspect you. You hadn’t even realized his presence there before lights out.

You didn’t expect anyone to be awake at this hour, the dormitory teeming with utter quiet, leaving you embarrassed that someone witnessed your restlessness—noticed your conflicted state.

“Of course,” You confirmed smoothly, brushing off the question, heart hammering at being caught. You avoided the piercing stare sent your direction, feeling the sheer awkwardness creep onto you—something startling about his eyes. “Just can’t sleep, is all.”

“I see,” He acknowledged, giving a slight nod of his head, mulling over the words. “If you’re worried about tomorrow, don’t be. Just try to get some sleep, and start tomorrow off fresh.”

“Thanks,” You dipped your head, the question of why so many people shared their kindness with you dwelling your brain, offering you warmth when you were so cold, it ate away at your resolve. “I’ll try.”

You offered a sort-of smile, nodding again to confirm to even yourself you were fine, everything was okay. Back colliding with the plush of the mattress, you cozied yourself underneath the thin blanket provided to you, rolled onto your side. Your eyes fluttered closed, soaking in the comfort and easing your mind.

The next day, you held a place ahead of Eun-Shin, in an organized line to be served a box of pre-made food, paired with a bottled water. You accepted the items, sparing barely a glance at the guard handing it to you, promptly retreating to the stairs by your respective bed, opening the packaged food. You stared blankly at the food, scraping through it using the spork, waiting for Eun-Shin to join you. Were you really wanting him to join you or did you just expect him to?

“You should eat,” Encouraged one, that’s all you knew him as, holding his own meal and drink within his hands, positioned in front of you, your eyes drawn to his face, surprised by his presence.

“It’s fine. I’ll let someone else have it,” You assured, casting one, final glance at the food before covering it with the lid once more, sealing it away. You wrung your hands, strangely nervous under his eyes, something so intimidating about him that you couldn’t help but be intrigued—a thrum of anticipation striking your chest.

“Are you sure?”

Before you could respond, Eun-Shin lounged beside you on the stairs, sliding the tin lid from the container. You pushed your food into his hands, eager to remove the weight from your hands. “Take this. I don’t want it,” You explained, hands cradling your face when the object left your care.

“Are you gonna introduce me to your friend here?” Eun-Shin raised an eyebrow, chewing a bite of food and savoring the taste, the end of his spork waved toward the tiebreaker.

“One. Read the patch,” You instructed, the patch an obvious signification of his label.

“I’m Eun-Shin,” He extended a hand, clearly referencing his actual name, offering a handshake to the male, something within his eyes calculative.

“Young-Il,” One took the hand, firmly giving it a shake, a friendly smile on his face. The handshake appeared to signal more than just a friendly introduction, a tension you couldn’t pinpoint. And as the three of you conversed back and forth, you observed the two skeptically.

Conversation simmered to a close as the newly trio finished eating—or at least Eun-Shin, and Young-Il, as he introduced, were, the latter of the two deciding to approach some other contestants to get a better feel for the environment and what was to come, promising updates to you—saying such while his eyes only acknowledged you. Eun-Shin’s posture shifted, a questioning glimmer in his eyes.

“He’s weird, don’t you think?” He mentioned, eyes flickering between the details of your face and the area said person chatted, speaking animatedly with the previous winner, their discussion unknown to you—but it did entice your curiosity.

“As weird as anyone else in here,” You shrugged, eyes fixated on the 001 tag on the back of his jacket, a lump of intrigue puddling your skull. Within the confines of this hell hole, all of them were sinners, bound by fate to be unhinged, a desperation that reached inhumane standards. Your mouth welcomed a sip of water, eyebrow quirking. “What makes you say that?”

“Just seems off,” Eun-Shin claimed, eyes averting to his clasped hands, recalling a thought you weren’t aware of. “He seems… dangerous.”

An amused laugh could’ve escaped your lips at the statement—this entire circumstance was dangerous. Compared to the uncertainty of everything, Young-Il would be the least of your concerns. “Danger doesn’t scare me,” You retorted, donning an amused smile. If he was trying to instill fright, it would only prove futile, given your motives for even obliging with these games—it excited you.

He shot you a serious look. “All I’m saying is, I wouldn’t trust him,” He sighed, shaking his head dismissively, surrendering to your indifference, making you ponder what he perceived that left him guarded. “Just be careful if you hang around him, yeah?”

You nodded slowly while processing the statement, neck craning to examine him, features puzzled- brows knitted. “What makes you care what happens? We aren’t friends,” You pressed, a small persistence in your pursuit of solitude, one more attempt to push him away, for better or worse.

“We’re partners, though,” He reasoned, causing you even more confusion, but you listened silently, toying with the idea. Being teammates would supply benefits for both of you. “Next game, let’s team up. We’ll help each other.”

“What if you can’t trust me?” You rebutted, mirth swirling in the depths of [E/C] eyes, the corners of your lips twitching upward in the slightest. You gauged his reaction, awaiting the hesitancy—awaiting him to revoke the invitation.

“I’ll get you back then,” Eun-Shin remarked, elbowing you in the side, his mood radiating, feeling the rays of it infect your mood, almost sickeningly so. Even in the dimmest of moments, there was light.

“Not if you’re dead,” You challenged, deadpan, strict in allowing genuine happiness to infect you—but even you couldn’t deny the feelings seeping into your heart, the weight of empathy and blossoming friendships. How could you have predicted this outcome when dialing that number?

“Because you’ll be dead with me,” He argued, your expression heavily amused despite the grim possibility looming ahead.

Eyes were lured to the altercation unfolding in the center of the dormitory. Player 124 restrained 333’s arms, the latter squirming in his grasp, hands feebly attempting to claw at anything they could reach. 124’s companion, the lavender-haired boy, struck the flesh of his face relentlessly, bruising the supple skin until he slammed to the floor, his violence not finishing there as he launched his foot at 333’s body, distributing all his strength into each kick.

Your hands twitched, about to jump to your feet and intervene mindlessly, but Eun-Shin stopped you, an arm stretched across your form, being a gate to obstruct your movements. “Don’t,” He muttered, glaring at the scene, indifferent to the duo practically trampling the other player. “You can’t go up against two guys,” His statement didn’t relent in spiking your irritation, but you remained sat on the stair, jaw clenched.

“Why don’t you get up then?” You grumbled, smacking the limb away from you.

“Why do you care?” Eun-Shin raised an eyebrow, a faux puzzlement within his features, tone surprisingly mocking as if daring you to oppose. “I thought you didn’t care about anyone—what about the prize money you need so much?”

“You’re right. I don’t,” You agreed, nails digging into your skin to divert the irritation singing your veins. After all, he was right, you shouldn’t be getting involved in nonsensical matters of other people—people you didn’t care about, strangers to you.

“Anyway, I don’t think we should make enemies in here. Let’s stay as neutral as possible,” He planned, nodding his head decisively. “We’re an X and O team, so it makes sense, right?“

“You’re right,” You sighed, head propped against your palm, eyes squinted at the violence.

“Boys, what are you doing in the middle of mealtime?” Your posture straightened when you heard the sound of his voice, focus centered on the familiar player striding toward the trio, a confidence in his stride. Of course, it made sense as to why it would be him to intervene—he was a likable person, the peacemaker type sort-of, caring about others. “No fights during mealtime. There are elders present. Mind your manners. And two against one?” His movements paused, flashing a judging stare, eyes coldly sweeping over them. “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“You’re lecturing me when you ended up in this shit hole too?” 230 raised his arms, pushing them down again in a swift and erratic motion, approaching the one to interrupt them, his patch tainted by the blood of other’s. “Dude, stop running your mouth,” His hands mimicked a blabbering mouth, gesturing in Young-Il’s face. “And take care of your own damn kids.”

“What did you just say?” One’s expression seemed to turn colder, cold indifference evident within his eyes, a quiet fury you wouldn’t want to be at the receiving end of, although a shred of you admired the courage he harbored to rise, rather than sit back and let the events conspire—you being too closeted from your feelings to be capable. You leaned in closer, eyes witnessing the scene with bated breath.

“I said save the lecture for your own damn kid,” Purple hair persisted, taking a brave step forward.

Young-Il grabbed his neck, fingers stiff against a pressure point on his nape, rendering him almost entirely immobile. His accomplice joined the fight to provide support, unable to accomplish even a single punch before one delivered a sharp, directed kick above his ankle, 124 cradling the limb in his hands, barking out in pain. Sending a final blow to his knee, 124’s back hit the floor, moaning in pain while he rolled across it.

“I told you, he’s dangerous,” Eun-Shin whispered, your eyes being peeled away from the events occurring beyond you, wanting nothing more than to roll your eyes at the comment—why was he so insistent?

“Okay, he knows how to fight, I’ll give you that,” You responded, tone low, so they wouldn’t escape to prying ears. “But when you think about it, we’re all just as dangerous to one another. Look at the situation we’re in.”

“I know, I know, but come on, it’s not normal to have that much precision in combat, think about it,” Your temporary partner insisted, motioning with his eyes to the altercation happening before them—where 230’s face was being pummeled, body slung across the floor when the exchange finished. Crouching to his level, Young-Il settled hard fingers around his throat, fist raised in threat while his opponent sputtered.

“I’m sorry,” Choked 230, fingers making a flimsy attempt at prying his hand off. “Please… Let me go…”

The dormitory erupted with claps as Young-Il returned to full stature, his grasp on the player abandoned, processing the praise oozing from fellow players. Even you found your hands smacking together in tandem with the crowd, a bubbly feeling spilling into your veins, uplifting your spirits—a rush, but not from adrenaline.

His eyes lifted from the floor, catching yours instantly, being situated in his direct line of view, as if he had known where to look from the start. You acknowledged the stare with a curt nod, forcing a subtle smile to speak wordless approval—like a good job. His shoulders settled slightly after that, the tension diminishing in his muscles, a sort-of relieved expression coating his face.

Head bowed, a bashful smile creeping onto his face from the overwhelming support, his hand traced the back of his head, retreating from the center of the room promptly, haste in escaping the attention. Your eyes followed, curiosity engulfing them— and if you were a cat, your lives were sure to run out.

Your clapping slowly came to a halt as you noticed Eun-Shin’s silence, his hands not in a clap, not moving at all, his expression rid of amusement. “What’s wrong?” You pried, an eyebrow quirked.

“I just don’t trust him,” Eun-Shin shook his head, disregarding the conversation completely. Looking closely, you could notice the clench in his jaw, the twitch in his brow.

“What happened to being neutral? Not making enemies?”

“We’re not enemies, I just don’t trust him,” He clarified matter-of-factly, appearing satisfied with that response, ending the conversation short, and leaving you to sit there, trying to configure the deeper meaning.

Arousing the players’ attention, the buzzer signaled that the doors were opening, a barrage of guards entering, the overhead voice greeting the players, robotically animated, “Attention, please! The second game will begin momentarily. Please follow the instructions from our staff,” Guards stationed themselves in a line at the center of the room, weapons on full display—to intimidate the players, ward them away from the idea of protest. Truly addressing you like the trash you were.

Eun-Shin helped you up, the pair of you walking toward the middle, as everyone else was, but maintaining a safe distance from the guards. Your chest tightened, unsure what to expect, but fright wasn’t a feeling that struck you. You studied the contestants around you, scanning for familiar faces amongst the surge of players. Young-Il - 456 - 222, all littered the crowd.

Twenty-five stood next to you, a grim seriousness to his expression, brows creased together, a look on his face you wouldn’t typically see, the sight causing you query.

Bright pastels blessed your vision as the players traveled up the stairway, in an orderly line. You were gifted the view of the back of 222’s head, mimicking her footsteps. Left, then right. Eun-Shin hovered behind you, analyzing the pathways as his shoes padded against each stair.

Eventually, you all arrived at a set of doors, which opened to reveal a large room, two circular rainbows decorating the floor, various guards stationed on either side. “Welcome to your second game,” The intercom echoed, the players’ minds brewing. “This game will be played in teams. Please divide into teams of five in the next ten minutes.”

Eun-Shin poked you, signaling to accompany him. The pair of you conducted a sweep over the other players, picking and choosing who would be the most fitting. Unknowing of what the game would include, picking people proved difficult—but you didn’t really care about who was on your team, the less you knew the better. The risk could only heighten the experience.

You familiarized yourself with your new teammates. One female, patch labeled 30, and two males, their patches reading 77 and 155. Eun-Shin handled the duration of talking, having the friendlier demeanor out of you two. In a way, you felt pushed out of the loop, having the conversation steered from you, standing still and assuring yourself this was for the best.

“Can I join your team?” A small voice grabbed your attention, making you shift to face the person it emitted from. 222. A pang of sympathy hit you at the recollection of her pregnant state, but your team had filled quick—as well, no one in it seemed necessarily useful.

“We’re full now, but I’ll help you find a better team,” You assured calmly, letting your makeshift ‘partner’ know you would return in a moment, unsure why you made the decision to aid her. Stealing a glance at the X patch on her chest, your stomach knotted, the O patch suddenly feeling heavier.

Sifting through the bustle of the crowd, shoulders narrowly dodging other players, her hand grasped the fabric of your jacket to keep balance, your eyes scouring the crowd, though you weren’t sure what to look for. Soon enough, your eyes spotted a patch reading 001—a familiar enough face that you felt 222 would be in capable hands, even if Eun-Shin would state otherwise.

“She’s joining your group,” You stated soundly, gently nudging the girl toward them, disrupting whatever conversation consumed them previously. Your face exuded the lack of willingness to anything less than.

“Uh, sorry, we’ve already got five people,” 390 gestured to their newest acquaintance, eyes drifting between the pair, an awkward and apologetic smile strewn on his face. You glowered behind the girl, lips pressed into a thin line, your empty gaze analyzing Young-Il to occupy the seconds, his eyes just as cold, unsuspecting.

222’s hand settled against her rounded stomach, giving the group a pleading stare. “Please help me. I’m pregnant,” She persisted, their eyes trailing to her stomach on reflex, as if to confirm her words.

The shift in their features was evident, the discussion of whether to let her join blatant. They wouldn’t have the heart to turn away someone pregnant, remains of respect still intact within their morals. Spinning around, 222’s head dipped, thanking you for the help. You offered a small smile in return before sauntering off, ignorant to the rest of the group teeming with curiosity. Eun-Shin had been speaking animatedly to your team when you regrouped, a part of you wishing to do the same.

“Time for team selection is up. The game you will be playing is Six-Legged Pentathlon. You will start with your legs tied together. Each member will take turns playing a mini-game at every ten-meter mark, and if you win, the team can move on to the next one,” The intercom explained to the players, cogs turning in your brain as it processed. “Here are the mini games; Number one, the Ddakji. Number two, Flying Stone. Number three, Gong-gi. Number four, spinning top. Number five, Jegi. Your goal is to win all the mini games and cross the finish line in five minutes.”

“What game do you want?” Eun-Shin’s eyes were directed to you, gifting you the first pick. His features were a mixture of nervousness and an unusual confidence, his brain at work on unknown subjects. On the other hand, your heart pulsed, the speed at which it beat picking up, perspiration slight on your hands—a heavenly combination, but a mere buzz compared to the rush of adrenaline.

“I’ll do Ddakji,” You answered with ease, thrumming your fingers along your knee as you enjoyed the feeling washing over you, mischief clouding your mind. “You?”

His eyes were contemplative for a moment, squinting as he thought. “I’ll do Gong-gi,” He shifted, abruptly turning his head to ask the other players their roles between the last three options, discussing briefly until they reached a conclusion. His eyes connected to yours, flashing a small smile. “30 is doing Jegi. 77 is doing Spinning Top, and 155 will do Flying Stone.”

You nodded, showing your approval on the matter. “Sounds good.”

“Team one and two, get ready,” The overhead speech sounded, the respective teams lining up on opposite sides, their feet being cuffed together—a mutual effort having to be put forth.

You watched in wait of the tribulations to occur, to which you would merely observe, sit there, uncaring and unflinching if their bodies fell. Their arms hugged, swallowing any fear cursing their being, the smallest beads of sweat dribbling down their faces to display stress.

“Do you think they’ll do well?” You could hear Eun-Shin’s inquisitive murmur to the rest of your team, their answers not privy to you—you weren’t upset, you instilled into your head, you should’ve expected to be sidelined- you weren’t even friends, only a beneficial exchange of resources, both of you sharing an utter lack of skill. It was the familiarity from the first day that kept you together.

“Let the game begin,” The feminine voice declared, a shot springing from a square guard’s pistol, the time’s devastating tick beginning its toll— the players hobbling forward, carefulness in their walk, chanting out “One, two,” to track each step until they arrived to the first mini game.

Your eyes darted from the clock back to one of the teams, watching the designated player brush his lips against the blue square piece, striving for even a wisp of luck, focused on the opposing origami settled on the flooring. Slamming the blue onto the folded paper, it successfully flipped the red tile, the men exchanging cheerful glances - already off to a good start, wasting no time at all. Peering over to the team opposite, their side wasn’t as lucky, their succession having not been accomplished.

“Please do not step over the line,” The intercom reminded, the leading team trying their hand at flying stone. Missing the first throw, they released disgruntled groans, the luck not accompanying them to the next game. Arms drawing close, they wobbled forward, tripping over their feet and collapsing, creating a hard-to-watch spectacle for the next participants. Seeds of mischief infected your mind at the sight.

“It’s pitiful, in a way,” Eun-Shin whispered, attention flocking back to after the conversation with the others grew dull. Amused eyes flew to him, indifferent to what he spoke, the importance of it. “The time is too short, and there’s so many hurdles..”

“Your gong-gi better be good then,” You commented, planting your expectations, assured by your own skill within your chosen game- the premise being simple, an intentional decision.

“Come on, you picked the easiest one,” He stated, and your lips twitched, the words ringing true.

“But I’m relying on luck,” You provided a frail defense, undermining the skillset to weaken his confidence, keeping hush about your knowledge of ‘tactics’ in the game, “There’s no tactic to it.”

“You… don’t have any tactic?”

Your smile widened at the uncertainty dwelling his tone, directing your attention back to the struggling players. “Don’t you think it’s more fun without one?” You pondered, eyes fixed on the team stuck on flying stone, studying the panic that slowly intruded their faces, time ticking on carelessly.

“Not if it gets me killed,” Eun-Shin’s eyebrow twitched, sweat ridden hands clasped together, disbelief pooling his being. Only amusement seeped vivaciously from you, thoroughly entertained by his reactions.

“All of us would die with you, don’t feel too bad,” You added and motioned to the dampness of his palms, the only evidence of his fragmented nerves. “Are you gonna be able to play gong-gi with those?”

“Are you good at gong-gi?” His whisper stunned you, eyes skeptically flitting to him, the question only raising hesitancy within you.

“Why do you ask?”

“If you want to test your luck, shouldn’t you do something more difficult? The stakes are higher,” Eun-Shin’s composure emanated confidence, shoulders straightening, as if proposing a challenge, something you wouldn’t - no, couldn’t - turn away from. You did less stakes only for their wellbeings. “Ddakji is easy to come back from. Gong-gi, on the other hand,” His gaze landed on the team struggling at said game, a gesture to show proof of his claim.

“Okay. I’ll play gong-gi then,” You agreed, [E/C] eyes sweeping across him, the tension within his body appearing soothed- the pace of your heartbeat increasing as you shouldered the most substantial gamble of your life. Anxious, but thrilled. “Seems like you’re too scared.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to be the reason we fail,” He confessed, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth, sight downcasted. “I know I’m a coward.”

“You are, but you also voted out,” You could feel the weight of the O patch, the bloodshed it consisted of, stomach bunched into knots at the toll of your decision. “You didn’t wanna be here, so it only makes sense for me to carry that weight. Well, as long as no one else kills us first, right?”

“I think you can do it,” Eun-Shin asserted. “You’re good at stressful things.”

The timer eventually beeped, signaling the end of the first round, gunshots raining down on the failed players, presenting a stark reminder to what would occur if you were unable to cross the finish line. Your teammates instinctively ducked from the sound, sheltering themselves. Eyebrows knitted, you viewed the gore blankly, distancing yourself from the severity and permanence of it all.

“The following players have been eliminated. Players 16, 45, 178, 189,” The intercom listed, indifferent to the brutality. “198, 254, 286, 341, 395, and 416.”

“We should have left!” Someone stood, shouting defiantly toward the side of the room your team occupied. Everyone’s eyes flocked to the perpetrator, his eyes drifting from person to person. “We’re all gonna die now! We’re all gonna die because of those who voted to continue!” The knot in your stomach tightened, but a sick part of you reveled in the detriment of it all. “What are you going to do now? You think you can survive? Look at them!”

You glanced at Eun-Shin, you didn’t know why- perhaps a shrivel of you hoping he would say something in disagreement to offer a semblance of assurance, but he remained silent, staring down at his hands, a silent agreement lingering in the air. The man spoke correctly, after all.

“Attention, please. Players, please wait while we tidy up the venue,” On cue, guards proceeded into the room, operating a forklift donning a set of coffins, pink taping stretched across the sides, meshing to form a bow at the lid. Your eyes traced the bodies aligned within the circular rainbow, dried blood splattered across their tracksuits, the guards carrying coffins to place them inside. The scene didn’t quell anyone’s unease on the games.

“Open it,” Ordered a guard to the subordinates, who rose to full stature, in slight defiance. “That’s an order,” The pair of circles pried the lid from the coffin respectively, showcasing the body inside to the triangle. They peered in, lodging two more gunshots into the flesh- the reason of such, you were oblivious, but it left an eery impression.

“The next teams, please get ready,” The intercom chimed, stirring you from the daze that encapsulated you, the thud of your heart bleeding out across your eardrums.

Twenty-five tugged your jacket, rising to his feet assuredly—having the easiest game to accomplish, of course his worries diminished. Brow quirked, he smiled slightly, which didn’t dissuade the anxiety pooling your stomach, a light buzz of adrenaline supplying some comfort. “Getting scared?”

Standing beside your group, the majority of players observing carefully, you shot him a soft glare. “I’m not a coward like you,” You declined, shaking your head to dismiss the brave claim. Gaze averting, you scanned the terrain, processing the pitied stares you received, exhaling to free yourself of care. If you died, so be it.

The group you were apart of stepped up to one of the rainbows, determined smiles exchanged among them, a sense of courage possessing their spirits. You were smushed between 77 and 155, arms entangled, 30 and Eun-Shin on either side of the line—your movements being reliant on others felt odd.

“Teams three and four, get ready,” Your eyes slid to the panicked faces stationed across from you, 120’s and the elderly woman’s recognizable faces within it. 95 seemed to be on the verge of tears, mustering every last bit of restraint to stay composed- another woman prayed incessantly, chanting out.

“We’ve got this,” Eun-Shin encouraged, acting bravado for the team’s sake. “Don’t panic, don’t stress.”

The gunshot rang, your team making hurried, but synced, steps toward the first game. The guard clutched a rectangular shape, the ddakji pieces resting inside, waiting to be taken. Eun-Shin picked the blue square, the guard dropping the red, flat on the ground in response, ignoring the sounds from the opposite team.

He stiffened, eyes narrowing in concentration, adjusting the ddakji piece in his hand before slamming it down- successfully flipping the rival piece. The guard created an O symbol with their arms, the intercom announcing they’d passed.

You hobbled forward, adrenaline flooding your veins the closer you got to your game, the time’s tick dreadfully slow. Only one more game, and then you’re up.

155 was quick to retrieve the stone, knees bending to crouch, envisioning the throw as he modified the aim, you watched, spread from him—as far as the restraints allowed—granting him more space to perfect the toss. Seconds- that dragged on like hours -escaped you, his hand finally giving a steady jerk, the stone smacking the piece in the center, tumbling over. Assuring their pass, the guard gestured an O, your group teeming with smiles.

Courage filled your teammates as you waddled to gong-gi, the 4 minutes that remained, a good sign, and the eruption of cheers serving as encouragement. You slid the pieces into your hand, the guard positioning the platform on the floor.

You leveled with the surface, tossing the five weighted pieces onto it. You tossed one into the air, slipping another into your clutches, repeating the motions until you missed a catch—the purposeful dodge quite evident to everyone spectating, 3:40 bright on the clock, drawing concerned glances.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” You excused feebly, lacking any seriousness to your tone, restarting the ordeal from the beginning before you, again, slipped up on the second round, the pieces scattering across the black form and another fail dispelling from the intercom. Your teammates panicked, stressed from the reoccurring fails.

“Take this more seriously, come on, we still have two games left,” 30 scolded, eyebrows pulled near, fingers wrung together to soothe the anxiety that bubbled into irritation.

Blank [E/C] eyes caught a glimpse of the speaker. “My hands must be sweaty,” The palms of your hands scraped across the fabric of your jacket erratically, frantic to dry your hands.

“Okay, stop, just try again,” Eun-Shin lead, prying your hands from the clothing and guiding them back to the board. “We still have time, don’t panic.”

You threw the five pieces across the small table, tossing one into the air and hastily retrieving another, mimicking the motions repeatedly until all of them grouped in your hand. Again, you scattered the pieces along the board, propelling one into the air and then snaking two more pieces into your grasp— cycling through the movements, the risk of dropping them increasing with each round. Finally reaching the climax of the game that would decide your fates, dormant beads balanced on your knuckles. Eyes fixated on them, you thought briefly- you could end everything here.

You heaved the pieces into the air, your teammates looking on with concern strewn on their features, sweat lining their skin, and you caught the gong-gi toys in your fist, unraveling your fingers to show the guard the achievement.

“Pass.”

Your teammates cheered- and you could hear fellow contestants praising the efforts demonstrated, a flutter of something entangling your chest at the connection everyone shared in that moment. As you neared the next game, your eyes tore through the crowd, the prided faces of individuals eliciting a genuine smile from you, the warmth overwhelming.

77’s hands weaved the string around the top, doing so quickly but cautiously, not wanting to take the unnecessary risks you did (on purpose!)—2:30 seconds remained, providing a decent amount of time for them to secure a place passed the finish line.

“Don’t panic, it’s okay if you mess up, clearly,” 155 soothed, casting a pointed glance at you. 77 nodded, looking between the two of you, fingers poised around the top delicately before he projected it across the floor- the toy steadying itself by rapidly spinning, more of the crowd rising to witness the events with open eyes.

“You got it!” 30 beamed, prepared for the final role upon them, the five of you folding your arms more closely, an unspoken surge of certainty rushing through all of you.

“You must kick the jegi five times,” The overhead instructed, 30 pulling the reflective toy into her hands, giving it a gentle pitch into the air, leg positioned to strike it. The thud of her shoe hitting the toy grasped you, the last testament to if you survived or not—something about your life in the hold of someone else filling you with even more adrenaline, attention narrowed on the pound of your heart.

“That’s five!” She cheered, gripping 77- if they were unrestrained, she would’ve leapt for joy.

Eun-Shin grinned, giving 155 a slight shake. “Let’s go, we can finish this, we have plenty of time,” He gestured them to move forward in tandem, 1:30 minutes flashing on the clock, the chants of the crowd spurring you to move faster- the feeling encompassing you the greatest rush you’d ever felt.

Once the ribbon at the end of the line was torn in two, you could hear the shouts of the spectators, all in mutual excitement at the victory, even your teammates cried out, an embrace shared between the group that was unexpectedly kind, an affection nearly foreign to you.

You spotted 222 apart of the mass, hopping eagerly like everyone else around her- to the concern of her team-sending a smile in your direction that you managed to return, a genuine one. The double victory proof that everyone could succeed.

After your ankles were freed, the teams reigning triumph were escorted out by some guards, the pep in all of your steps evident- the close encounter with death ushering relief into their systems at what didn’t happen, savoring the closeness to their companions within the present, unknowing if the next game would shatter it.

“Good job, everyone,” Eun-Shin complimented the lingering players, determination a flood in his eyes, but a sense of unease still drummed within them.

Back in the clutches of the dormitory, everyone distanced themselves, retreating to the usual places they lounged. However, the remainder of your teammates joined you at your spot, involved in conversation with Eun-Shin that didn’t require your input. Your head inclined, being supported by the frame of the beds, quiet as your rush ebbed, consumed by a daze.

More and more people filed into the room, a silence washing over the dormitory, the dwellers talking amongst one another- the shock of the previous moments diminishing as they cozied inside. [E/C] eyes studied the blood staining your shoe, the white now speckled and tarnished by a putrid red. You wondered if that had been 222’s fate—or even Young-Il’s, the regret of your vote clinging.

“Come on, cheer up, we got through it,” Eun-Shin’s elbow jabbed your side playfully, his new companions’ eyes shifted to gauge your reaction, lips pulled into a frown at the gesture. “It makes me think we could get through anything,” He smiled at the other three, the trio laughing in agreement, but the comment puzzled you.

Eventually, the door opened one last time, presenting the final batch of players to make it out- 222 among them, a touch of relief easing the tension in your posture. Eun-Shin hesitated, the words on his tongue simmering as his attention, like everyone else’s, landed on the group. You managed a small smile as they plodded by, their own, heavy eyes trailing across the contestants left warily- 222 shooting a little wave in your direction.

After everyone settled, piecing together frayed nerves, the buzzer blared, the door making way for the pink-clad guards. “Congratulations to all of you for making it through the second game. Here are the results,” The square clicked a button, the lights dimming in an instant- the piggy bank eating more stacks of cash, persuasive to the temptations of players. “In the second game, 110 players were eliminated. The prize money accumulated up to this point is 20.1 billion won. Since there are 255 players remaining, each person’s share is 78,823,530 won.”

“It’s still under 100 million?”

“It’s not even 80 million.”

“Only 110 people died? Is that all?” Everyone’s intentions were keen to the money, frantic and indifferent toward the bloodshed. Morals wore thin, desperation blatant. It reminded you of the person you were before arriving, the moments spent here supplying an opposite effect. “Did you count them right?”

“That’s all? But you shot all those people!”

“Count them again!” 100 demanded, the features on his face wrinkled, soured.

“I completely understand your disappointment. However, we always keep the door open for you to pursue new opportunities. You will now take a vote to decide whether to continue the games or not,” The square mediated, the doors behind him parting to allow a pair of guards to roll the vote buttons inside. “Whether to continue the games for a bigger prize or to stop here is entirely your choice,” Circles arranged the buttons in the front center of the room, just below the stairs. “Feel free to exercise your right to choose in a democratic manner.”

Hand flat against the patch on your chest, you were certain on what decision you’d make, standing to your feet and heading to the back of the room, huddled among everyone else- a flock of aimless sheep in a pen. Your eyes portrayed no indications of your partner, quickly abandoning question about his whereabouts in exchange for rivaling thoughts, always engulfed by the space.

“This time, the vote will begin with Player 001,” The guard explained. “Player 001, please cast your vote.”

Your eyes were fixed on him, ambling toward the red and blue buttons, a sureness in his stride. The sound of the button resounded, filling the spacious room, his vote slotted under the X, surrendering the circular patch for an X one. You witnessed a few more people strut forward, making their own decisions of whether they should stay or leave, the votes maintaining a steady balance between the options.

“Player 011.”

Heaving a sigh, you approached the set of buttons, hand pressing your chosen button without hesitation. You peeled the weighted O patch off, trading it for an X one and flattening it to the velcro. You stood close to Young-Il on the red side, his friendly smile an assurance that your decision was proper, melting away any anxieties.

“What changed your mind?” His cool eyes darted to you, using this chance to speak to you without interruption. His eyes traced your features under the blue-red lighting, memorizing each crease.

“Just seemed right,” You brewed, lips pressed into a thin line, [E/C] eyes studying the intricacies of his face briefly before peering at the voters- joining either red or blue. “You?”

He nodded in response to your reasoning, not acting on the curiosity spawned in his eyes. “I’m just ready to be done with this, I think most of us are,” He sighed, wringing his hands, a dry chuckle leaving his throat—his sentiment something you agreed on.

“Player 025,” You shifted your attention from the conversation to Eun-Shin, his back facing you. His gaze strayed between the votes casted, back to the buttons present- finally pressing the O, adding yet another vote to supply the blue. Your mouth hung slightly ajar, the decision stunning you.

“Did you not know?” Young-Il inclined his head toward you, the volume of his voice low, clearly referencing your so-called partner’s vote, diverting your attention.

“No,” You admitted. “It doesn’t affect me though.”

Dark eyes studied you, and it felt as if he could see right through your words, staring into depths even you weren’t aware of. “He should’ve told you, but I understand your feelings,” He spoke, a hand hovering over your back as an attempt at comfort, smiling assuredly and retracting the light touch.

The corner of your lip quirked, the gentle motion oddly considerate. “I appreciate it, Young-Il,” You bowed your head in thanks, bashful under his scrutiny- his undivided attention placed on you.

His eyes shone in realization. “I don’t think I ever got your name,” He pointed out, a finger gestured toward you, lips slightly curved- the thought having never crossed your mind. “I got your friend’s but never yours.”

“We aren’t friends,” You corrected softly, stealing a peak at him, the defiance in your eyes small. “But it’s [Y/N],” You answered after a moment of pause, a slight bafflement riddling your features. “Not even Eun-Shin knows that.”

His eyebrow twitched, a gleam of something unknown swirling his eyes, expression unreadable to you. “I’ll be sure to remember it then.”

You both stared back at the wavering votes, a player having just casted his vote, the O’s snatching the leading place—33 to the 36, leaving everyone in suspense of what side would win.

“Everyone!” 456 commanded the crowd’s attention, no matter the separation of the groups, gesturing his arms to gather everyone’s focus. Young-Il left your side, approaching the walkway- at the line drawn between the sides, your eyes following unabashed.

“Are you all out of your minds?” He shouted, scanning each of the faces scattering the O section. “You still want to keep going after watching all those people die? Who’s to say you won’t die in the next game?” He stressed, irritation puddling his features, baffled at their decisions.

“We have to stop,” He insisted, striding down the line, his cold gaze sweeping across the players. “We’ll all die if we keep going! Come to your senses, and leave with that money. You’ve got to survive first, or there won’t be a next step,” His arms swung, trying to drill the explanation into their heads- desperate to escape.

“What do you think we can do with a mere 70 million?” 100 stepped forward, his determination to stay unaffected. “I don’t know how much you owe, but for most people here, that doesn’t even cover 10% of their debt. Am I right?” He looked around, pointing to the crowd, seeking approval from fellow O’s. “There’s no next step for us! That money won’t change anything!”

“With that amount of money, I won’t last long,” A member of his posse spat, his finger aimed at the golden hue of light above them, stacks and stacks of cash illuminated.

“It was 25 million after the first game, now it’s 78 million. After one game, the amount more than tripled!” 100 emphasized, steering the conversation in his favor. “If we play one more game, the prize will be at least 240 million!”

“But I can’t do this anymore,” A girl whimpered, your eyes scouring the area for the source- finding that anxious girl from earlier, 95. Tears puddled on her cheeks, the dampness glistening beneath the crimson lighting. You swallowed thickly, the sob lacing her voice tying knots in your stomach. “Please. Please let me out of here…” She blinked, glancing away from the array of eyes fixed on her. “I really want to go home… I don’t want to die…”

“Young lady, you’re young, so you’d probably have another chance,” Another man offered sympathy, watery eyes squinted as he maintained a semblance of composure. “But I don’t.”

95’s fingers tangled, clasping in plea. “Please,” She croaked, trembling.

“My family and I have no future,” He sniffled, expanding on his perspective. “My business failed, and now I owe over 500 million. I’ve got to make at least half of that here if I want a real shot at a fresh start.”

“What if you die here?” Young-Il interjected. “If you die here, your family won’t even get your body. Then it’d be the end for you and your family,” He raised his voice, and you could visibly see the gears shifting in the previous man’s head, staring down at the floor- in shame or contemplation. “Don’t you see?”

“Don’t get fucking scared!” A man released, not sharing the sentiment, perhaps not understanding it. “Ddakji, red light, green light, spinning top. It’s not like the games are that difficult,” He spun around, lacking empathy toward the eliminated players. “Look,” He directed everyone’s gaze. “There are still 255 players. Way more than half of us survived! We’ve made it this far, so let’s do it one more time!”

Your eyes connected with Eun-Shin’s, both of your features cold and saddled with the realization of the awkwardness, now situated on opposite sides of the spectrum- where tensions were rising. After every moment you’d shared with him, it felt strange seeing him with the blue patch, the choice seeming out of character. But evidently, this place stirred change- the chants of the people to stay evidence of that, disregarding the grave consequences.

Young-Il garnered your attention by resting a hand on your shoulder, muscles giving a jolt at the unexpected contact. “Are you okay?” His face served as a strange comfort amidst the morphing surroundings, scrunched with concern as his eyes darted around your face.

“I’m alright, I was just surprised by his choice,” You explained, features troubled- brows furrowed, lips pressed thin. Your voice lowered, addressing yourself more so than Young-Il, “He never struck me as the type.”

“This place changes people,” Young-Il sighed, gaze casted toward the rise and fall of the votes- an almost disappointed gleam in his eyes. He then looked to you, providing a hopeful expression. “I’m sure he’ll come to his senses, if we don’t leave today.”

“Maybe,” You sighed, accepting defeat.

The votes between O and X rampaged onward, remaining at a steady balance until the number of O’s became overwhelming, outnumbering the votes to leave. “The results are 139 for O and 116 for X,” The guard announced, dread washing over most of the X voters. On the other hand, you didn’t find yourself harboring any feelings of disappointment or relief, remaining unbothered. “Based on the majority vote, we’ll proceed to the third game tomorrow. Thank you.”

With that being said, you returned to your usual nesting place, the red patch on your chest gathering fleeting glances by O contestants. Eun-Shin approached you cautiously, lip jutted, awkward to speak to you.

“Are you scared to talk to me?” You prodded, looking up to him, unimpressed. Your voice appeared to surprise him as he situated himself beside you hastily. “What made you vote to stay?”

“Yesterday, remember? You decided to continue because of your debt, I’m doing the same,” Eun-Shin answered, wringing his hands, eyes dropping to the limbs before shifting to you. “What made you vote to leave?”

“It’s just a waste,” You shrugged, throwing out the first thing that came to mind to lessen the amount it appeared you care.

“Is it a risk you can’t take?” Eun-Shin challenged, bumping his shoulder against yours. He then offered a hand to you, a truce, that you could either accept or decline- a slight puzzlement consuming your face. “We’re still an X and O team, partners- all neutral?”

Your eyes drifted between the outstretched hand and his face, mulling over the words contemplatively.

“Only because you’re so insistent,” You smacked his hand away, refusing to shake it.

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sorry to cut it off at this BUT. i wanted to put a chapter out for you guys 🤲

also i accidentally misarranged the sequence of events 💀 so pls ignore that it won’t happen again

anyway, thank you all for the love on this, hope you enjoy! (also i am so sorry if my characterization for in-ho is terrible 🤲😭)

#front man #hwang in ho #hwang in ho x reader #gi hun #squid game #squid game season 2 #jun hee

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bigheartsmallworld · 1 month ago

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i’ve been looking for a post like this, but i can’t seem to find one..so fine i’ll just do it myself..

here’s my fav squid game men headcannons but make it freaky ☺️. also songs that make me think of them/i listened to while writing these

(Gi-hun, In-ho, Thanos and a little nam-gyu, and just a bit of the recruiter..hehe)

(Warning: includes a little cnc…not alot but still just in case! also smut..obviously?)

kinda obvious but just so you know..this post is 18+.. and very freaky

Seong Gi-hun~

Spork postition, or doggy style

shoulder holder..hell yeah

doggy- one hand on the small of your back, the other by your head

praise kink, receiving and giving

hair pulling+getting his hair pulled

6.5 inches

lowkey a whimper kinda guy..

aftercare king!!

whispering NASTY stuff in your ear

but also stuttering ^

“y-you like that? yeah?”

i said it once and i’ll say it again.. SEONG GI-HUN IS A SOFT DOM DADDY

slow and tender

laying overtop you while fingering you, eye contact entire time

Your laying on your stomach, supporting your weight on your elbows. Gi-hun, bent over you, has one hand under your chest, groping you. His other hand, stimulating your clit as he thrusts, grunting and muttering filth into your ear, as your fingers helplessly grip at the sheets beneath you.

Issues by Julia Michaels..

(his is kinda lame cause i already posted one of these that was just for him..)

~In-ho

Tabletop, shower, and missionary…yeah

Degrading

spanking

light bdsm, restraing your wrists above your head kinda guy

dacryphilliac..might be controversial..who knows

wants to make you whimper, sob, and beg

STICKY..that’s all.

let’s just say, the room is very humid with him 🥰

kinda aggressive

he would definitely put his hand over your mouth during missionary

would overstim you severely

dominant king..what about it?

7 inches

he needs you to be verbal

He loved to use your body, while you're sleeping, while you're awake, while you were calling someone, whenever he felt like it. He ESPECIALLY LOVED the last one. Whenever your phone would ring during sex he would answer it, ESPECIALLY if it was a guy... What was another guy doing calling you for anyways?!

He would make you call out his name in your desperate and needy voice so whoever heard on the other line knew how much you liked his cock. He'd chase his own pleasure first. Then MAYBE if you were good will he get you off.

He does in fact want to watch you go crazy, like he wants to ruin your life and be the one to put it back together

male manipulator

Karma by Chappell Roan

~Thanos

Doggy style king

also shoulder holder 😚

adventurer position, eagle, and watering can

he’s a big valedictorian position kinda guy

you might need a mop after a night with him..i’m ngl

he’s rough..

whiney boy with an attitude

the rings stay on while he fingers you no questions asked

says things like “you fucking like that?” when eating you out 🥰

2man with him and nam-gyu hehe

forces your legs open

oral king (giving but mostly receiving)

Like your gonna need to SLOB on that KNOB

fast pace, won’t slow down so don’t ask

pulls your hair, slaps you

he could go for about 3 rounds

“showering? without me?”

He don’t make love, he FUCKS

sober sex isn’t even a thing to him…sorry

6 inches

idk why but he reminds me of douche from sausage party…ifkyk i guess

^in all the ways

you’d fuck like atleast once a week

yeah he hates condoms/pulling out

sometimes he’ll bring nam-gyu along, watching as he fucks your brains out, humiliating you in front of thanos, making you feel ashamed for enjoying another man’s cock..before he eventually takes over

nam-gyu holding your arms above your head, kissing you while thanos fucks you~

Thanos chokes you. He wraps his big hand around your throat while fucking, looking you in your eyes as he grunts.

Your laying on your back, tugging on Thanos’ hair, as his face is nested deep between your legs. Your legs tense, all your strength flowing to your feet, and you writhe beneath him, his chin dripping from your previous climax . “you like that, don’t you? you like when i suck on you, over and over.” he mutters, sloppily, his breathy words bringing you closer to the edge.

Why’d you only ever call me when your high? by Arctic Monkeys

HE IS SO PTPOM 2.0

The recruiter~ (CNC WARNING)

bent over the table, no other way

grunts in your ear

Gun kink.

like..he’d hold a gun to your head while you suck it..idk

Or he’d put it in your mouth or smth

also a dacryphilliac

gets off to seeing you scared and sobbing

a hitachi wand is his best friend.

would gag you and tie you up

like he loves BDSM

don’t even ask him to stop once you’ve started, because he won’t , so there’s no point hehe

massive cnc guy..hehe

massive sadist..like even more than in-ho

he would spit in your mouth and make you swallow it

he’s a ‘nut on your face’ kinda guy

bruises you and draws blood occasionally

he’s a very loud guy..

wants to watch you touch yourself

wrestling position, counter blow, cobra ❤️

Do i wanna know by Arctic Monkeys

#squid game 2 #smut #seong gi hun #young il #the recruiter #not safe fw #what’s wrong with me #freaky #player 456 #dead dove do not eat #i’m serious #soft cnc

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thebluestbluewords · 23 days ago

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banter for banter’s sake

I started thinking too hard about this post, and now here we are. This isn’t really about why Ben dresses like a cartoon character, but that’s where it was SUPPOSED to go.

Evie holds up a swatch of gauzy blue-green material. "I know it's horribly cliche to dress the Atlantica girls in ocean colors, but Aria specifically requested it. D'you think I could get away with giving her a caramel sea-foam sort of shawl?"

"E," Mal asks oh-so-neutrally, without looking up from her book. It's not that Through The Wardrobe: A History of Magical Portals is a riveting read, it's just that she'd rather stab her own eyes out with a rusty spork than look at another princess dress. "Do I look like I know jack-fucking-all about what colors a mermaid is supposed to wear?"

"You're the one taking Art History this semester. I've seen your homework, I know you're writing a paper on heraldic imagery for each of the historic royal houses," Evie says, tossing the fabric swatch at her. "You ought to know what colors they can get away with."

The square flutters down to the floor, where Dude the dog immediately trots over to sniff at it. The little monster isn't supposed to be in their room at all, but he keeps sneaking in somehow. Mal suspects foul play. Her shoes have been smelling suspiciously like salami as of late. "Chartreuse and navy."

"Like ocean water and piss." Evie agrees. "Perfect."

"My piss isn't chartreuse," Ben says thoughtfully. He's not supposed to be in their room either, but he's a much larger monster than the dog. Harder to kick out. Also, having him here makes Mal's stomach go all warm and tingly, like Ben lying on her floor is the new, goodness-approved equivalent to half a shot of bathtub whiskey. It's easier to sleep when she'd got him close too, and--

Yeah, she's not exploring that feeling any further.

"Skill issue," Evie says cheerfully. "You need to drink less water. If you're overly hydrated your piss will be too clear, and we can't pass it off as a sports drink when we replace everything in Chad's locker."

"You don't have to torment Chad, you know."

Evie tips her head to look at him straight on, even though she's sitting in her desk chair with perfect posture, and the king of Auradon is laying on the floor with his head propped up on one of Dude's toys. "But it's so fun?"

"I told Chad you're not messing with him," Ben says evenly, rolling over so that he can face Evie straight on, like that ever makes it easier to stare her down. Evie's not as scary as Mal's mother when it comes to staring contests, but she's got a special sort of mortal talent for them. Mal suspects it's the eyeliner. It's too perfect. She cuts through your focus with it, like the sharp ends are a knife. "Don't make me a liar."

"Don't tell lies."

"My father will hear about this," Ben lies, smoothly. "Probably from Mal's father, when he dies of a stress-induced heart attack and goes to hell."

"Hey!"

"Not that I really believe Hades is your father! It's just that you said he is, and I'm trying to be good and take you seriously."

"Don't," Evie advises. "She lies all the time. She'll lie to your face for fun."

"I am a wicked fairy," Mal tells her book. "By the magical laws of the universe, I technically can't lie."

"And we all know you've found ways around that."

"Misdirection isn't lying. It's strategic."

Ben tugs Evie's fabric sample from Dude's mouth. Or tries to, at least. The little monster is tenacious, which is one of their vocabulary words in English class this week. "Like when you misinterpreted my question about how many chocolate bars you had, and threw up all over the carriage."

"That," Mal says haughtily, drawing herself up to her full seated height, which isn't very tall, "Was a strategic misinterpretation of the truth, yes. But it technically wasn't a lie."

"He can eat that fabric, by the way," Evie breaks in. "I don't think it's the right weight for this dress anyway. If Aria really wants her ocean green, she's going to get something structural to contrast the cliche of it all. It's like, I know I have a signature color, but you don't actually need to wear your kingdom colors all the time."

"It's not good for him to eat any fabric. And I do have to wear my kingdom colors all the time."

Mal kicks a foot out at her boyfriend, pointing her toes towards his lounge pants, which are black. "No."

"These aren't mine."

"Stolen goods?"

Ben's cheeks flush beautifully, delicately pink. Like a sunburn. "Borrowed, actually. I have permission."

"They're too short for you," Evie observes, leaning forwards in her chair to survey this new weak point. "Black could be anyone, but I recognize my own work when I see it. Why are you stealing Jay's pants?"

"Borrowing." Ben squeaks out. His face is progressing from sunburn-pink to blood red rather rapidly.

"Mm. Sure. Why are you borrowing them?"

"Normal reasons."

Mal resolves to ask Jay about the “normal things” he’s been doing with Ben’s pants as soon as possible.

“Well, the next time you two do normal things together,” Evie says, with a face so blank and sweet that it could belong to a doll, except for how the very corner of her mouth is twitching, “tell me beforehand and I’ll make you a pair of your very own.” “I, uh—“

The doll mask breaks into a wicked grin. “You what, baby?”

Ben groans, rolls face down, smashes his entire head into the dog’s belly, and somehow flushes so bright that the color starts traveling down his neck. “I like wearing other colors sometimes, that’s all. I know I’m breaking dress code, and I don’t want to encourage you to make me more stuff that I can’t wear, but I do like it.”

“Dress code?”

“Family dress code, yeah.” Dude’s underbelly says. “I—blegh.” Ben emerges from underneath the dog. “Why does he taste like licking a trash can? I thought Carlos was washing him every week.”

“Yeah, he started doing that cause he rolls in garbage more than once a week.”

Ben recoils. “He sleeps on my head!”

“Ooh, see, I know for a fact that he doesn’t,” Evie says sweetly. “Because he sleeps in the boys’ room whenever he’s not in his kennel, which I know because I’m the one who walks him down to the kennel when we kick him out of our room. So unless you’re sleeping in the boys’ room….?”

“I’d never break curfew.” Ben lies. He does it smoothly, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth while he’s saying it.

Mal points. “Evie—“

“Breaking curfew means being in the halls, dorm rooms of students of another gender, and common spaces after hours, yes.” Evie, her beautiful human dictionary, confirms. “It doesn’t technically say that you can’t be in the dorm room of another student, just that boys and girls can’t mix. Sleeping with us would mean breaking curfew, but the boys aren’t technically addressed in the rules. An oversight that I’m sure a good student council member or two must have noticed, am I right?”

“I get lonely,” Ben admits. “Doug noticed it first.”

Doug, her mortal enemy, working in Ben’s favor? Mal doesn’t want to believe it, but the guy does have some weird sort of friendship with Ben. It’s like they genuinely enjoy each other’s company, or something. “I feel like there’s a story here.”

Ben flops his sweet golden head down onto the floor again. "Not really. I got lonely as a kid, and Doug and Chad were in a double together, and we just never corrected the loophole after I stopped sleeping over. I haven't used it much since then."

"Since you stopped sleeping over with my mortal enemy," Mal says, teasing. "I see how it is."

Evie throws a pin at her. "Doug's a nice guy, M! Just because you think he's your mortal enemy doesn't mean we all feel that way."

"He stares at your boobs when he thinks you're not looking."

"So do you."

"I'm allowed."

Evie tosses her hair back over her shoulders in a gesture that, in the wrong hands, could level nations. "So's Doug. I think he's cute. Besides, you're distracting me from my goal here, which is for Benny-boo to tell us why he's got a dress code and we don't."

Ben groans. "I don't, really. It's just. Royal stuff."

"Which is why you wear the same boring blue suit every day," Evie prompts. "Because of your secret dress code. You can tell me what it is, I'll work around it."

"I have a dozen slightly different blue suits, actually," Ben says, ignoring the question. "And I'll wear them until I die, just like my dad."

Mal shuts her book. She's starting a strict no-parent talk policy, and her boyfriend's in immediate violation and must be distracted or killed before he can bring the mood down further. "Unless you die on the toilet."

"Why would I do that?" Ben asks. He looks genuinely confused. It's so sweet, Mal could just vomit.

Evie bounces down from the desk to join him on the floor. "Chronic constipation can lead to straining so hard you burst a blood vessel, which could travel to your brain, and kill you?"

"I don't have that?"

She pats his golden head. "If you keep wearing terrible suits you will."

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #ben florian

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badbatchsprincess · 6 months ago

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Heated ~ pt.22

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~ Pt.12 ~ Pt.13 ~ Pt.14 ~ Pt.15 ~ Pt.16 ~ Pt.17 ~ Pt.18 ~ Pt.19 ~ Pt.20 ~ Pt.21 ~ Pt.22 ~ Pt.23 ~ Pt.24 ~ Pt.25

Masterlist

Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: Heat Cycles, rut/heat, might be dabbling into a little substance abuse related (tiny) hints of non-con? Idk I feel like that's dramatic but I'm putting the warning regardless.

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Your head ached and you could start to feel your heart beating in your ears. The overstimulation in this freaking cafeteria was starting to ware you down.

The harsh lights over head and the tinkering of metal cups and utensils grated against your hearing like claws on gunmetal. You could feel the beginning of a twitch starting in your left eye.

“Hey there, Y/N.” An unfamiliar reg and alpha approached setting this tray down cautiously in front of you.

You barked, “What?!” Looking up from your barely touched meal.

He gulped nervously clutching his tray slightly.

“I-I uh…” He stuttered.

“Don’t take it personally Champ.” Wolffe laughed sliding in beside you, “She’s in pre-heat. Got her real snappy and all that stuff.” He nudged you slightly making you growl and shove the Commander making him laugh.

Wolffe raised a brow, “Though, I’d suggest getting lost before Crosshair catches you. Doesn’t like the regs flirting with his mate.” Wolffe flicked your collar making you slap at his hand.

Champ just raised a brow and gestured to the other 104th boys coming to settle in on your other side, “B-but-“

“Ahh, we don’t count.” Bolt chuckled, “Were on a very short list of approved regs that can socialize with little miss cranky over here.”

“Bolts I swear to the maker I’ll spork your eyes out if you keep talking.” You were squeezing the only utensil you were permitted to use after your little collar and butterknife incident.

“Yeah but then you’d have you eat with your hands for the rest of time.” He smiled cheekily shoving the lunch slop into his mouth happily.

You just growled again and slammed your fist into the table making Champ jump. More 104th boys rolled up slowly crowding out the confused reg who seemed to just want to get to know you. That's unfortunate.

Eventually he was scooched out of your vision and you dropped the spork to rest your eyes in your palms and your elbows on the table.

“That’s like the eight reg to try and talk to me today.” You grumbled.

“It’s your smell Ad’ika.” Wolffe chomped down on something crunchy.

“What, now…” You rubbed your eyes even more.

“It’s changing, it’s like, sweeter than normal.” He said sniffing the air slightly around your head.

“It’s getting stronger.” Bolts added, “Might be attracting the others.”

“Ugh.” You groaned rubbing your tummy. The cramps were starting low and slow this morning. When you finally peaked up, you noticed them all throwing you cautiously concerned glances.

You raised a brow at Wolffe. He just looked at your tray. You sighed knowing what he was asking on behalf of your mate. You just decided the fight wasn’t worth it and used your spork to shovel up the nutrient dense grains and vegetables. You chewed diligently making Wolffe relax and return back to his own lunch.

You and the 104th garrison ate in calm silence as the rest of the mess chittered on and socialized.

It was nice having the 104th.

They reminded you of your pack, the 501st. It was so comforting to having familiar voices and smells again. You knew even Crosshair was starting to warm up to them, though he’d actually die before admitting such a thing. The fact he trusts them to watch you while he’s working was sign enough.

You went to take another bite before feeling a pinching ache in your core making you whine. You dropped the spork to take a breath letting the cramp pass.

“You okay?” Stunner asked watching you crinkle your brows in pain.

You just nodded, “Mhmm.” Baring down and trying to ease the ache.

“Bolts?” A sweet voiced Togruta approached the table making the clone turn around.

“Hi Asha.” He smiled standing up to kiss her.

You watched with a smile seeing the way he interacted with the omega. He was as sweet to her as Wrecker is with you. He gave her his portion of polystarch and smiled watching her nibble on it.

It was cute.

“Found an omega yet, Commander?” You nudged Wolffe with an elbow.

He just huffed, “None to my liking.”

You smiled seeing the way the other boys all raised her brows in knowing.

Poor commander.

“You know you’re going to have to bite the bullet at some point. The admiral wants pups.” You sporked some more warm grains.

“He wants your pups, omega.” Wolffe reminded, “We’re just extras.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You swallowed thickly.

You watched as the other regs seemed to find themselves in little pairs the various omegas had scented out some strong alphas to their liking and you watched as they started their little mating rituals. The shared food. Little notes and doodles. Lingering touches.

You smiled remembering the way Crosshair would let you use his data pad to blast his music while you hung out on the marauder between the action. Then the way Wrecker would always give you a bite or two of his snacks, which Tech never failed to remind you how rare that was. Then you remembered how Hunter and Tech had spent their free time in hyperspace building custom armor for you when you were working for Sid. It made you smile. They had always been doing their little courting rituals even if none of you had really noticed it.

Then there was Echo who you were actually starting to miss the most. The comfort he brought you, as a best friend would. His sturdy presence was a reassurance like no other. You also missed the belly ache laughing you always had with him. The nostalgia was making your chest tighten with emotion. Fuck, being trapped in imperial custody was really getting old fast.

Your thoughts then moved into missing the way they would embrace you. Hunter’s little touches every time you’d pass him in the hallways. The way he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you no matter where you found yourself. The galley? On your waist. Reaching for something high up? On your shoulder blades. Bending down to grab something? On your ass. He was always there. You shivered remembering the sensation of his warm calloused hands on your skin. You felt the goosebumps on your arms as Wolffe coughed snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N.” He looked at you wide eyed.

“What?” You returned the look.

“It’s happening.” He slid back on the bench slightly giving you a little room.

“What’s happening?” You sat up straight looking alert.

“Your heat.” He coughed again, “I can smell it.”

You stared blankly before watching him stand up abruptly, “C’mon, we have to get you back to Crosshair.”

You stood up abandoning your plate.

Wolffe was right, you could feel the cramping turn into a low pulse in your core. You felt your cheeks start to heat up as the pulse started to turn into a different kind of ache… a yearning.

“Oh shit.” Stunner covered his nose, “I smell it.”

“C’mon.” Wolffe urged.

You let him lead the way out of the cafeteria while a couple of the others followed behind for good measure. The clones never went anywhere alone, they sure as hell weren't going to leave you either.

“Fuck you smell good y/n.” Stunner nearly sighed.

“Get a grip trooper.” Wolffe snarled making Stunner come back to reality. The reg straightened up instantly shaking his head trying to stay lucid himself.

Fuck, you realized your smell could put this whole place into a rut if you weren’t careful.

Grim cleared his throat, “You gotta walk faster Y/N, the others are starting to notice.”

All around you, the other regs were starting to perk up seemingly ignoring their other omegas to chase the smell of the ori’sol.

Kark.

“Stunner. Go get Crosshair.” Wolffe ordered. He placed a warm hand on your back trying to help you along despite the cramps building in your belly.

You whimpered at the contact making him second guess his placement. He retracted his hand like your skin was on fire.

You entered the residential sector of the base and your feet were starting to feel really heavy. The throbbing ache was starting to move even further south until it was pulsing in your clit. You sighed at the friction as you hustled along.

“Wait!” You cried out doubling over feeling a roll of cramps power through, “Kriff.” The pain was like a punch to the gut. You were just praying to the gods that Crosshair would get here soon.

Wolffe looked around unsure what to do to help you. An Alpha’s touch could worsen the symptoms, but given that you were struggling to walk, he wasn’t sure what else he should do, it was becoming a pretty do or die/mate situation. He was struggling to ignore your smell as temping as it is.

Looking to his sniper, Grim just gave him an unsure glance before they both knew what had to be done....

Bending down, they each took one of your arms looping it around their shoulders before they carried you the rest of the way together. Just like they had done hundreds of times with their injured brothers, they carried you with precision locking onto the residential sector.

You cried out feeling their hands on your skin making the warmth of your heat activate in your chest like forest fire. The sensation of multiple hands on you immediately made you think of your mates and the immediate slick response kicked in.

Other clones turned to see what was happening but Wolffe just gave them a death stare cold enough to made them whimper and lower their heads trying to ignore the dramatic scene.

“Alpha.” You whined trying to press your face into Grim’s shoulder. He resisted as best as he could but it was getting difficult, your were smelling too delicious. It sent butterflied through his rib cage hearing you preen for him.

“C-commander?…” Grim groaned trying to fight the need to comfort the omega. His alpha was starting to respond to your cries. He gently rubbed your hand with his thumb as a compromise.

“I know, just focus a little longer.” Wolffe tried holding his breath instead of inhaling the now copious amount of pheromones you were pumping out of your glands.

Wolffe grunted dragging your body a little further before finding your door and using your hand to enter the scanner clumsily.

They both hauled you inside walking over to the large sofa covered in blankets you had been fussing with the past few days along with rearranging Crosshair's boxers and shirts into little piles.

They practically threw you into the unfinished nest before scampering out of the apartment like nervous virgins. You flopped down bonelessly with a yelp before feeling the soft cushy fabrics under you and rubbing your face into them forgetting about them.

~~~

Grim coughed roughly trying to dispel your scent from his nose. Wolffe pawed at his face trying to snap out of it. Your scent was beyond intoxicating, it was like a magic spell. Nothing he could ever think of smelled like ori'sol omega.

But, you didn’t belong to them. You belong to Crosshair.

Kark.

He had to adjust his pants slightly forcing himself to chill out. The Commander was suddenly regretting not snatching you up on Kasshyyyk and claiming you as his own before the Batch.

That smell would haunt him for the rest of his days.

Through the door they could hear you whimpering in pain but luckily your smell wasn’t able to penetrate the sliding doors. That would have been it for Wolffe, nothing would be able to stop him from aiding you if he caught another whiff of that scent.

Grim suffered slightly, “She’s a handful, huh?”

Wolffe huffed, “You have no idea.”

“Hey! Commander!” Stunner’s voice cut through the silence and soon they saw their pack mate and Crosshair approaching quickly. The sniper looked agitated as all Sith's hells as he broke into a sprint to the door closing the distance between him and his mate.

Both Wolffe and Grim side stepped out of the way letting the defective clone rush inside. Before the door slid close behind him, they caught a glimpse of you writhing in the blankets tearing at your clothes as the heat clearly had taken its course.

“Kark, that was closer than it needed to be.” Grim sighed.

Wolffe just nodded in agreement before they all took off back to their dormitories.

——

“Alpha!” You cried out seeing Crosshair through bleary eyes. He rushed over to you immediately kicking off his training boots before crawling over you.

“What happened mesh’la?” He was frantically looking for something in his pocket before he knelt over you running his hand over your cheek.

“I-I don’t know… it just came on so fast.” You whimpered pushing into his hand and turning your head to lick at his wrist gland. He shuddered feeling the slick of your warm tongue.

“Alright little one,” He sat back on his heels yanking his shirt over his head. Then went yours and your binder. He grabbed the hips of your soaked panties and threw those off too adding them to the pile of useless clothing gathering in the nest.

You ran your hands all over his exposed chest grabbing and pulling at anything you could, but he had to stand to step out of his pants and boxers leaving you in your pile of fabric to whine as you watched him strip and reveal his lean muscle covered body. It made you impossibly wetter, the slick was starting to leak from your core and soak the blankets just from watching him undress.

He knelt back down taking pity on you and crowded your form, enveloping you in his warmth. You purred feeling his weight settle between your aching thighs. You spread them as far as physically possible trying to get him as close to you as you could. Crosshair was so damn tall, like Tech, you struggled getting him to listen to wriggling.

He reached down with his left hand to start rubbing slow circles on your clit making you absolutely vibrate with pleasure. Your little cries muffled into his chest as you vaguely felt him reach for something over your head.

Crosshair pressed down a little firmer drawing you so close to your climax and you squirmed underneath him feeling your muscles contracting.

Then, like a tiny little prick, you felt something sharp in your arm. You didn’t even have time to let out a yelp before your orgasm washed over you leaving you panting and twitching under his calculated hands.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting back on his heels again stroking himself a few times looking down at you with a very satisfied grin.

“My beautiful omega.” He preened leaning down and guiding his tip through your absolutely soaked folds.

You rolled your hips trying to feel more of him and he happily surged forwards pushing past your opening and filling you with his solid length. You sighed feeling the air punch out of you as you purred feeling so, so fucking good.

“Cross!” You cried out as he became flush to your body. He grunted letting his head fall slightly before rearing back to set a consistent pace.

“Fuck’mega.” He growled into your neck making you whine, “You feel so damn good, pretty girl.”

Running your needy flustered hands all over his rippling muscular back, you dragged your nails across his milky skin as he picked up his pace.

Crosshair nibbled at your mating gland making you writhe against the cushions pulling and pushing at the soft fabrics.

“Alpha please!” You begged baring your neck to him trying to press your gland to his lips, “Please Cross.” You whimpered.

“Not yet baby.” He choked out fighting the instincts in him seeing your submission to him. Nothing would make him happier to call you his, but it wasn’t something either of you had discussed yet. He could almost hear Hunter's responsible lecture ensue at the idea.

You huffed frustrated you wont be able to satiate the need, but it was like Crosshair knew exactly what you wanted. He ran his incisor along the fleshy part of your shoulder just next to the gland where he placed a gentle kiss before sinking his teeth into the neutral skin there. You yowled as he kept his mouth there making you spontaneously orgasm from the sensation.

“Fuck!” You screamed tightening around him making him grunt as he was also suddenly thrown into an orgasm feeling your sudden and violent pleasure through the bond. He released your skin as he thrusted through his climax. He stopped when his knot inflated locking the two of you together as he pumped you full of his seed.

Your breathing started to steady as he lovingly licked at your shoulder and the little indents he made with his teeth.

When he pulled back to look at you, he noticed your irises were totally blown, you were lost to the heat. Reduced to the most base form of your designation. Fuck were you beautiful. He couldn’t help but trace your facial features with his hands memorizing the feel of your cheek bones and jaw.

It was unlikely you’d remember much after this, he knew it could be a bit of a haze for the next few days.

He carefully rolled the two of you over clinging you to his chest before settling you on top of him to let you rest.

Crosshair massaged your mating gland with his thumb lightly making you pulse around his knot while you drooled slightly on his chest as you squirmed.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered feeling his inner alpha start to really come forward. He had fought it as long as possible to make sure you were taken care of, but now he knew you were safely in your new nest for the next week, he could let himself fade into the back and let his alpha take care of you.

It was a lot like Mimban, but at least he didn’t have to share you this time.

He nosed your hairline with a happy huff.

He nearly forgot about the situation outside these walls, and frankly he couldn’t make himself care much at the minute. Not with your hot cum filled cunt squeezing him like a vice and your bare skin melting into his.

Nothing mattered besides feeling you cum again.

The moment he felt his knot start to deflate slightly, he pulled you off of him just to place you on your hands and knees next to him with a tired whine.

“I want you to give me another one before I let you sleep, omega.” He snarled surging forwards again making you lurch forwards from the force.

You flopped onto your chest squishing your tits into the cushions. You didn’t even have time to think through the heated brain fog before Crosshair was rutting into you again with renewed energy. His impossibly strong hands seized your hips in an iron grip as he fucked you mercilessly from behind.

You cried out realizing there was no other option but to just take whatever he was giving you. There was no point in fussing with Crosshair, he was the dominant alpha just like you remembered and just like Tech, what they wanted they got. End of story.

Those damn twins.

You felt Crosshair’s shooting hand grab the back of your neck before pushing you further into the cushions securing you under him. You moaned as he stoked a particularly nice spot inside you. It was heaven. Your slick and mixed cum dribbled down your thighs giving him even more glide as he sped up his brutal pace. You just bounced slightly under him feeling his fingers flexing over your neck as he concentrated on breeding you.

“Alpha!” You howled as he found your spot making you shudder.

“My perfect-mega.” He mumbled lost now to his rut. His hands wandered over the slope of your ass before sliding between your cheeks and finding your puckered hole.

You squirmed feeling his finger lightly trace around your back door. “One day I’m going to fuck you here too little-mega.” He smirked feeling you flinch from his onslaught, “Might even knot you too if you’re good.” He kissed your shoulder making you moan. The idea of Crosshair taking your anal virginity sent sparks through your entire body.

You knew with four alphas it was inevitable, but you didn’t know if it was going to be Tech or Crosshair who tried first. The idea thrilled you. Being filled there by your beloved alphas. Maybe even hunter would fuck your cunt at the same time leaving you devastatingly full with your mates. An omega can dream.

The sniper continued his ramblings in Mando’a as he spanked you on the left cheek making you yelp and jolt forwards with a burning sting.

He growled happily doing it again until your ass was glowing and pulsing from the calculated strikes. The spanks only turned you on more, feeling your pleasure spike in the bond, he replaced his hand with his mouth on your neck. Pushing the property collar out of his way, Crosshair sucked a dark mark into the skin before sinking his incisors deep into your flesh, breaking skin at your nape. You screamed as you were suddenly forced into an orgasm once again as he held you possessively in place with his teeth like you were a rowdy a pup.

You squirmed trying to escape the burning of his incisors, but he just doubled down squeezing your hips even harder pulling you back onto him. You could feel there would be bruises in the morning but you didn’t care. You soon felt Crosshair’s orgasm through the bond nearly making you cum back to back as his knot popped into place.

He released you, licking at the wound leaving his alpha pheromones in its place. You shuddered remembering how Hunter’s tongue felt against your skin all those moons ago.

Crosshair snapped you out of your thoughts as he dragged you with him as he flopped to his side curling around you protectively.

His chest deeply rumbled like a loth cat as his alpha soothed the two of you post orgasm. He continued to lick and nuzzle the bite on your nape, nudging the collar way, making you moan, feeling his hot wet tongue soothe the angry skin.

“Jete dala.” He murmured into your hair.

You snuggled back into his chest enjoying his warmth and the slight swelling in your belly from being filled twice now with his knot. You were satiated and at peace with the heat pains now at bay.

~~~

That was the last thing you remember from that day. You didn’t remember the second day either, but you vaguely recalled being fed some meats that made your mouth water and copious amounts of water. The brain haze was really in effect. You couldn’t distinguish between feedings and fuckings. Everything just blended together in an orgasmic blur. Not that you were complaining. You didn’t think you’d ever had a heat like this.

You’d never had one where you felt absolutely trusting in your alpha to care for your needs.

But Crosshair was no normal alpha.

You had the upmost trust that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you while you submitted to your baser instincts.

It was heaven…

~~~

That was until what you thought was the fourth day.

You were near orgasm on your back as Crosshair was passionately eating your cunt like it was the last meal he’d ever had, when you heard a faint metallic clicking sound in the background.

Though you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Crosshair’s silvery tongue masterfully manipulated your clit into another powerful orgasm that had your entire body shaking with overstimulation.

You were about to beg him to let you suck him, when you noticed a small cloud of pink start to accumulate over head.

You tried to open your mouth to speak but Crosshair was sucking a hickey into the inner bit of your thigh making you giggle and squirm as he latched on tighter.

Pink cloud forgotten, you ran your fingers through his now wavy silver hair massaging his scalp as he left more and more marks on your skin.

You knew you’d be coming out of his heat covered in Crosshair’s territorial markings and you were thrilled.

The idea that every single alpha and omega on this base would know that Crosshair had you on your back whimpering for his knot made your tummy warm. You liked that Crosshair was feared, and therefore you were feared. Maybe you had a power kink you didn't know about until now.

Then you began to smell the most delicious sweet scent that had you raising your nose slightly into the air. When you opened your eyes, you noticed a red fog swirling all around you. The red powder danced along your skin landing lightly on your skin.

Crosshair raised his head slightly, also sniffing the tempting scent. You raised a hand to play with the red swirling powder making you suddenly feel hot… hotter than you have ever felt before.

Instead of the heat gathering in your core, it spread all through out your body making you whine as you felt a copious amount of slick start to drip from your abused cunt like you were starting your heat all over again.

Crosshair shifted slightly raising himself to be eye level as he peered down at you. His eyes met yours and you watched as the black pools of his iris dilated, nearly consuming his entire eyes leaving them as black as dark matter.

You vaguely remember seeing something similar once, but your heat laden brain couldn’t quite get the memory to pop up.

Then it was like a thin cord snapped inside the both of you, and your two bodies could focus on nothing else but the burning desire to absolutely ravish each other.

Your bodies quickly became a tangle of limbs as Crosshair urgently thrust inside of you. You clawed and scratched as he caressed and pulled.

You pushed, he grabbed, it was madness.

Absolute sexual madness.

You had never had a heat like this before. The sensation of the frenzy, if you didn’t fuck you felt like you’d die. It was all consuming. Even through the bond you could feel Crosshair’s desperate need. Time became irrelevant. In fact everything became irrelevant. You felt your throat start to tire from screaming as Crosshair pumped you full with his pulsing thick cock without any breaks.

You could barely register the sound of your bodies squishing together over the pulse in your ears.

The pressure was building rapidly in your pussy the longer Crosshair ravaged you like an animal. Something in you was beginning to awaken, and you started squirming trying to gain access to your alpha’s gland, you really wanted a taste.

You wriggled around until you could run your nose along the puffy gland at the junction of his lithe neck. Without much thought, you pressed your lips to his heated skin and bit down suddenly making him growl in pain.

You bit down until you tasted his crimson blood and he dropped his head and stuttered in his thrusts before regaining his drive to breed forgetting about what you had just done.

Crosshair snarled and yanked you both up, spinning you around and planting you on all fours before he took you again with ferocity.

The sniper could feel the omega venom starting to burn in the wound making him twitchy all of a sudden. He zeroed in on the flesh wound on the back of your neck from a few days ago before turning his hawk eye attention to your matching gland.

You didn’t last long.

The pulse in your core became like a tightening coil and soon you were cumming all over Crosshair’s soaked cock, making him roar before he surged forwards latching his teeth onto your mating gland and biting down as he came violently loosing all semblance of control.

Feeling his incisors pierce your tender flesh, you orgasmed instantly again feeling the bond solidify into something concrete. You didn’t even register the pain, you were just filled with euphoric pleasure surging to every cell in your entire being.

He had done it.

He completed the bond, binding the two of you together for all of eternity.

Crosshair panted roughly feeling your blood drip from his lips as he continued rutting despite the two of you being locked together on his knot. He couldn’t stop. He literally, physically, couldn’t stop.

It was like the man was possessed. You purred and preened as he started to settle but it wasn’t long before he took you again.

Rough and hard.

~~~

You awoke eventually. Lifting your head, your tummy growled and the hunger pains had certainly made their presence known.

You groaned rubbing at your eyes rubbing the crusties from them making you smacking your lips trying to re-wet your tongue before you blinked your eyes open taking in the scene before you.

All around you, the once white and cream apartment was now stained a deep crimson red. You had to blink a few times before you realized you weren’t loosing your mind. Seemingly overnight, your home had been remodeled. You looked around seeing Crosshair facedown asleep in a pile of stained pillows. His naked form was also covered in a light dusting of the powder. You reached down swiping it against his skin before bringing up to eye level.

“Oh kriff.” You suddenly shot backwards accidentally kicking up a plume of powder making Crosshair stir in his sleep with a groan.

“Crosshair get up!” You shuffled onto your knees suddenly feeling the soreness between your thighs. It was soreness like no other. You winced slightly adjusting into the cushions again.

The grumpy alpha forced himself to sit up at your command rubbing the sleep from his eyes as well, “What?”

“Look!” You covered your mouth and nose realizing you’re surrounded with the stuff, “Spice!” Your eyes filled with horror.

However, you noticed Crosshair didn’t seem to care about the drugs floating around your apartment. In-fact you watched as his usually pensive expression seemed stone cold as he stared at you.

“What Cross?” You suddenly felt nervous under his scrutinizing glare.

“Your neck…” He bit out.

Your hand went straight to the marled gland making you hiss at the contact.

Kark.

You watched Crosshair’s soul shatter realizing what happened. He reached to his own neck feeling the little ridges where your tiny teeth had permanently claimed him.

You were mated.

You and Crosshair are a mated pair.

You both sat there starring at one another trying to process this surprising information.

You started to panic. Your shallow breaths turned rapid.

Spice bombs forgotten, you were suddenly filled with an insurmountable amount of guilt realizing what you had done.

You covered your mouth as a sob broke free.

He just fingered the ridges trying to understand the gravity of the situation as you sat there and cried.

You whimpered, “I-I’m sorry Cross…” Your voice broke with sadness.

He looked up at you with a confused raised brow, “What are you sorry for Ad’ika?” He shook his head, “It’s my fault. I-I knew what you wanted and I d-didn’t stop you.” He shook his head sharing the guilt now.

You sniffled trying to stop the tears streaming down your powder stained cheeks, “I bit you! Cross I’m sorry.” You were crying in earnest now. All you wanted was for him to comfort you, but you knew he was probably furious. Furious that he’s now permanently trapped to you forever.

He felt the call through the bond and crawled over to you, forcing your shaking form into his arms, “Ad’ika, you didn’t know what you were doing. It’s alright sweetheart. I’m not mad.” He could feel your guilt ebbing away after his words and the little comforting rubs on your back. It was strange for Crosshair to feel you so intensely.

He already could before the bites, but now…. Now it was like an entirely different level of intimate. He could almost taste your thoughts and right now your guilt and anxiety left a sour taste on his tongue. He wondered if you could feel his too.

He hoped you could feel the slight bit of shock and excitement. He felt a little selfish, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t envisioned this. Perhaps a little different, maybe a few candles and some romance, not a drug induced sex craze mid-heat, but regardless he wasn’t actually mad at the outcome. He just hoped you felt the same.

“You’re really not mad?” You sniffled.

He chuckled leaning the two of you against the couch back, “Cyare, I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I saw you in the fresher.”

You felt a rush of lust flutter through the bond then it was followed by a sturdy sense of… was it… love?

You looked up at him wondering if he could feel the similar sensations emanating from you. His eyes lit up and you knew your answer...

“Cross…” You looked up at him letting him wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“I know.” He tucked your head into his shoulder letting the two of you enjoy the silence, as temporary as it may be.

Well, well well.... Pip is mated.... hehehe I wonder what the other Batchers are feeling right about now. ...

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lilac-hecox · 6 months ago

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idk what specifically but something with damangela and forehead kisses? 🥹 i've seen damien mention a few times that nothing gets him more fluttery than that and would love to see it with that pairing!! thank you so much 🥹

Damien/Angela - Forehead Kisses - Damangela

By the time Damien is deemed ‘non-contagious’ Angela is about to lose her mind with how much she misses him. Sure, they FaceTime and Angela gives him the rundown on the happenings at her latest StarKid show and what’s been going on at the Smosh office, while he tells her how bored he is, but it isn’t the same as seeing him in person.

Damien and Angela are already both extremely busy people. Damien is only slowing down because he’s got covid and sort of has no choice but to stop. He still streams, which Angela watches, and affectionately texts him during because she can’t believe he’s streaming while sick but at the same time expects no less from him.

The time they get to actually hang out is already limited by their demanding schedules so Damien having covid only makes everything feel worse. She is near feral with excitement when he texts her and tells her the doctors gave him an ‘all clear’ to have visitors.

When she arrives she brings a card she had passed around at Smosh for everyone to sign along with a few recorded messages that make Damien smile and laugh, a soft and touched expression on his face as he reads over the card.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he says to her, drawing her into a hug, his arms winding around her back.

“I missed you too,” she says into the warmth of his shoulder.

He pulls back and he looks a little tired as he’s not in perfect health yet. She reaches out and cups his cheek where his beard is darker and thicker than it’s been since she’s known him.

“Scratchy,” she says.

“I’m going to shave it down soon when I have the energy,” Damien says with a laugh.

“I don’t hate it,” Angela is quick to say.

“I know, but I don’t love it.”

Damien sits on the couch, tugging a blanket across his lap. Angela wants to sit by him but a part of her is nervous to catch covid from him. She remembers all too well how Anthony passing covid on to Ian almost put the company in a tizzy.

“Are you hungry?” Angela asks instead.

Damien shakes his head. “No, my appetite is pretty shot.”

“I did make you some pasta,” she says.

“So sweet of you. Homemade pasta from my little cannoli.” he throws on a cheesy Italian accent. Angela breaks into giggles.

“Stop, oh my God.”

She tucks the tin-foiled covered pain into his fridge so he can hopefully eat later when he finally feels hungry. He leans his head back on the couch and he’s looking at her with a soft smile.

Angela smiles back at him and then walks over towards him. Instead of going to the front of the couch, she goes to the back and leans over so her face is over his, her hair tickling his cheeks and nose.

Damien lets out a laugh and then Angela leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead.

Damien hums happily, his eyes sliding shut at her affection.

In some ways, he reminds her of his cats, and she knows exactly what he likes at this point.

“God, I missed you.”

“You said that already,” she teases, her face going pink, “not that I’m tired of hearing it.”

“I mean it,” Damien says, “I found myself missing all the little things. Like, the smell of your hair from your shampoo, and Spork sleeping on my lap when we’re watching a movie, the way you sing to yourself when you cook. Even your snoring.”

“Wow, you must really have missed me if you miss my snoring.”

“Can’t wait to be lulled to sleep by the chainsaw like sound of your snoring, Ange.”

She playfully punches his arm and he laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then her jaw, before seeking out her mouth.

The angle is kind of weird because she’s leaning over the couch and she’s really risking it by kissing him but she can’t wait one more second to feel his mouth pressed to her own, warm, his facial hair scratching pleasantly at his skin.

Angela gives in because what the hell. She’s already kissed him. She makes a show out of rolling over the back of the couch until she flops down next to Damien.

“So, you’ll be back to the office soon?” she asks, her head on his shoulder.

“Next couple weeks or so,” Damien says.

Angela stretches and settles herself more firmly against Damien.

“Good, I can’t wait.”

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drpeppertummy · 1 year ago

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writing laundre & yankers for the first time theyre not nearly as weird as id like them to be but if i write them more theyll warm up to me

[brief hunger, stuffing, tummy rubs]

"You sound just about ready for dinner, darling," teased Laundre, giving her husband's soft little tummy a squeeze as it rumbled again. "You didn't let yourself go hungry on my account, did you?" She took him gently by the chin, smiling sweetly, and he grinned up at her, his fake tooth twinkling in the light. She knew perfectly well that he had, and for good reason: they had dinner plans.

"I didn't wanna disappoint you tonight, babydoll," he said, taking her waist in his hands and leaning up on his toes to kiss her.

"Oh, my little heartworm! You're so sweet." She hugged him tightly, and he beamed as she marked his cheek with a bright pink kiss. His stomach let out a whining grumble. Smiling, she threw a lanky arm around his shoulders and swept him into the kitchen.

Yankers was greeted by the warm smell of buttery garlic and fresh-baked bread, and there was something sweet lingering beneath it. He had to fight to keep the drool from escaping his mouth. He wanted to help set up, but Laundre pushed him gently into a seat and tapped a finger to his lips.

"Not tonight, my little dust bunny," she said, tapping his nose. "You wait right there." He watched with wide-eyed interest as she moved away gracefully, her feathery flamingo-print robe flowing around her like water as she retrieved their dinner. First, she set down a dish of homemade rolls, filled with raisins and dried cranberries and dripping with garlicky butter. Then, she placed a bowl of gnocchi topped with thinly sliced hotdogs and a dollop of pineapple jelly at each of their seats. His bowl was much bigger than hers, he noted, and his belly rumbled at the sight of it. Following the gnocchi, Laundre set out the grand attraction she'd been working on all day: a fabulous arrangement of eggs, olives, and fruit suspended in a tower of bright pink aspic.

"Wow, you've outdone yourself tonight, baby," Yankers exclaimed.

"I wanted to do something extra special," Laundre beamed, getting out a pair of wine glasses. She filled hers with her signature cocktail of Yoohoo and Sprite, and his with hot Dr. Pepper, complete with a slice of lemon. She set the glass down before him, and he gently took her hand in his.

"You're spoiling me, sugarlips," he said, looking adoringly up at her, and she leaned down to kiss him.

"Not as much as you're about to spoil me."

Laundre took her seat across from her husband, elegantly holding her glass in one hand as she picked up her spork with the other. Yankers hadn't even noticed the sporks; they were a Sauce family heirloom, and Laundre only got them out for special occasions. She meant business tonight, and he had no intention of letting her down.

"Well, don't go letting it get cold, darling," teased Laundre, scooping up a sporkful of hotdog gnocchi. "Eat up." Yankers gladly obliged, picking up his spork and sticking it into the bowl. Just as he brought it to his lips, however, she spoke again, this time with a certain authority in her voice.

"Oh, and darling, you will finish the whole bowl, won't you?" She looked him in the eye, a sly twinkle in her own.

"You got it, babydoll," he promised, and she smiled.

Obediently, Yankers dug in, and his hungry belly eagerly welcomed the hot food. He could've eaten the upholstery off the couch at that point and enjoyed it, but fortunately, he was, as far as he was concerned, married to the best cook in the world, and he felt lucky to have his hunger sated by such a lovely dinner.

"Honeybunch, you've done it again," he said, a dreamy grin on his face as he savored the gnocchi. "I think I must be the luckiest man in the world to be married to a girl like you."

"Oh, my little bunny gizzard," she giggled, bringing a hand to her cheek. "You're too sweet!"

The dinner went on with the couple happily gushing over each other, and as it went on, Yankers began to feel full. He'd only gotten halfway through his gnocchi, but he felt like there was an enormous dense ball of it sitting in his stomach, along with a couple rolls and a nice chunk of the aspic. The hot Dr. Pepper was refreshing between bites of the heavy meal, though, and despite the growing fullness in his belly, he kept going.

Laundre was taking her time with her own dinner, knowing there was no rush when Yankers had so much to get through. She watched him, chin in hand, with a loving smile on her face as he ate, taking a certain pleasure in the fact that he was beginning to slow down. It was no coincidence that she'd picked such a filling pasta for their special evening; she wanted to see just how much his tummy could take before he had to tap out. And if he managed to make it through dinner, well, she would be ready with dessert.

Yankers was undeniably stuffed now, and his belly bulged firmly out against his belt. He paused for a moment to catch his breath, leaning back in his seat to rest a hand on his distended tummy, and forced up a small burp. He looked down at his bowl. About a third of the gnocchi remained. The other two thirds felt like they were expanding inside his stomach. He rubbed his taut upper belly and covered his mouth to stifle another burp.

"Getting full, darling?" Laundre teased, eyeing his belly from across the table. He smiled up at her.

"Just a little," he confessed. Smiling, Laundre rose from her seat and strode gracefully over to him.

"Why don't you let me help with that?" She leaned down over his shoulder from behind and slipped her hands around his waist to undo his belt. She tugged gently at it as she did, and Yankers couldn't hold back a little groan as his full belly was constricted, followed by a sigh of relief as the belt fell away.

"You're an angel," he said, tilting his head back to look up at her. Her slender hands remained at his belly, where she began rubbing softly, taking in how tight and hard his stomach felt under the cozy layer of fat. His eyes fluttered shut with bliss. He turned his head to plant a kiss on her neck as she leaned over him, and she giggled, giving his belly a gentle squeeze.

"Think you can finish now?" Her hand lingered by the button of his pants, but she left it alone; he would have to go a little further before she could give him that relief.

"You got it, babydoll," he said confidently. She gave his tummy a final pat before returning to her seat, and he dug in once more.

While losing the belt had relieved some of the pressure on his belly, it was no match for the pressure that was building inside. His stomach felt unbelievably taut, absolutely packed to the brim with heavy pasta, fluffy bread, and chunky jello. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. Still, for Laundre, he pushed on, and his stomach grew tighter and tighter as he ate.

His high-waisted pants were growing increasingly uncomfortable as his belly pushed out further. Laundre was enjoying the way his tightly-stuffed upper belly bulged over the top of them, and the swell of his lower belly pushing out beneath the tight waist was adorable, but she supposed she'd have to let his poor tummy loose before long. She could hear the fabric creaking each time he leaned forward--it must have been terribly uncomfortable--and it was only a matter of time before the button popped open on its own.

Laundre rose once again from her seat and moved around the table to lean over her husband's shoulder. Looking down at him from above, she could see just how far his tummy was sticking out, and for a moment she was a little surprised. Despite his big appetite, Yankers was small, and she was impressed at how much he'd managed to squeeze into his belly.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Laundre brought her hands around his waist once more, running her fingers up and down his distended tummy before settling on the strained button of his pants. She stuck a finger into the top of his pants and found it surprisingly difficult to do so; his belly was bulging so tightly against the waist that there was little room for anything else. Pleased, she began working at the button. This was an even more difficult task. It was pulled firmly against the hole, threatening to pop off if he so much as inhaled too deeply, and she had to pull his pants tighter to get enough slack to undo it. A tiny moan escaped Yankers as she did, but the ache of the added pressure was quickly replaced with relief as she let go and his belly pushed the fly wide open.

"There, now, I bet that feels better," she said, slipping her hands under his shirt to rub at the angry red mark his pants had left across his belly.

"Way better," he agreed with a sigh, melting at her touch. His stomach rumbled and groaned unhappily as it struggled to hold itself together around the enormous meal inside it. He wasn't sure whether he'd be able to finish the last few bites of his dinner; even without his pants squeezing him, his belly felt ready to burst. He forced up another burp, followed by a little grunt of discomfort.

"Do you think you can finish?" she asked, kissing his cheek as she rubbed her hand across the dramatic curve of his overstuffed belly. He hesitated for a moment, and that alone told her that the real answer was no.

"For you, babydoll, I'll give it a shot," he said, and she smiled.

"Would you like me to help you, darling?"

"I'd love that."

There were only a few bites of hotdog gnocchi left in the bowl, and Laundre brought a sporkful of it to his mouth. Despite his efforts, they'd barely made a dent in the aspic, but that was alright; they could have the rest tomorrow. Yankers swallowed the mouthful of pasta, and his stomach grumbled as it stretched around the growing mass of food. He hesitated at the second bite, but let her feed it to him. His stomach tightened as he swallowed it with a thick gulp. When she brought the final bite to his lips, he stopped.

"I can't," he groaned defeatedly, clutching his belly. "I'm too full."

"Oh, darling, not even one last little bite?" He shook his head, and she set the spork down.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, looking sheepishly at her, and she took his face in her hands.

"Oh, my little heartworm, don't be sorry," she said, kissing his forehead. "You did such a good job. Look how much you ate." She ran her hand along his belly, pressing in gently to test the firmness. It pushed out tight as a drum, straining the buttons of his shirt and gurgling away as it struggled to digest the enormous dinner that had been packed into it.

"Your poor tummy is so tight," she said, rubbing it softly. "Does it hurt?" He nodded, looking exhausted.

"I feel like I'm gonna explode," he said, and his belly rumbled ominously in agreement. Smiling, Laundre began to undo the buttons of his shirt, then applied a fresh coat of lipstick.

"Well," she said, opening up his shirt to reveal his impressively bloated belly, "why don't we see if I can kiss it better?"

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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 17

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: E Chapter warnings: Flashback- is it getting hot in here or is it just me? Let's be real folks, I've been lowkey blueballing you on the smut for months, it's just getting worse this week. The flashback is sexy but hardly crossing to rated M. AN: Ladies, gents, spoons, sporks and forks- Sunflower is here! Let's see how Mia's anxiety can fuck shit up *this week* **shuuuuhhhh I totally didn't get the chapter number wrong for a min***

Masterlist Kofi

~~~~~<3

It felt weird to have Tom in the apartment again. The same bags he had left with were stacked neatly by the wall as he set to work helping her make breakfast. Tom was humming as he peeled potatoes, not many but more than Mia had initially planned to make for her and Sally.

He said he missed her. She hadn’t had a chance to say it back though, the words stuck in her paralyzed throat. Instead she found herself trapped in his eyes and then he was kissing her like it would give him life. She had kissed him back.

What did that mean? What did it all mean?

If she asked him, he would tell her it meant they were married and just doing what married people did or some variation of it, she was sure. But it had to have some deeper meaning. Was it true?

She wanted to tell him she had missed him too but the moment was gone. It would be weird now to say it, wouldn’t it? They had moved on from kissing to breakfast.

The moment was gone.

~~~~~<3

“Tom!” Sally’s voice came from the hall, sleep replaced by excitement as soon as her eyes hit him.

“Sally!” Tom matched her enthusiasm, putting down the bowl of potato shreds.

He took a second to rinse his hands, sending shredded potatoes down the drain and didn’t bother drying them. He rushed around the counter as Sally ran to him. Her small frame was enveloped in his arms as he lifted her up. Giggles filled the apartment as he spun her around, letting the small girl’s momentum drive the dance.

Mia’s heart couldn’t help but open to him just a little bit more. What if she could have this for more than a year? What if this could be her forever? What if this could be Sally’s forever?

Shaking her head, Mia tried to banish the thoughts. Their relationship needed to crawl before it could walk, let alone run. It was too soon to be thinking of forever.

“I missed you.” Sally said so easily what Mia had been trying to figure out how to say herself for the last hour.

“I missed you too.” Tom squeezed the little girl in one last hug before setting her back down. “Why don’t you go get dressed while we finish making breakfast?”

Sally ran off to do just that. She was young but a dutiful child. It didn’t take a lot to set her on the right path for the morning, something Mia had always been truely thankful for.

~~~~~<3

"Did Tom bring us flowers?” Sally asked, sitting at the counter while she ate.

Tom and Mia sat at the table but Sally couldn’t be convinced to join them. The counter was by far the neatest place to eat her meals, as far as Sally was concerned. It wasn’t a battle Mia thought was worth fighting, so she didn’t.

“I got them for your Mom.” Tom said and quickly added when Sally’s face began to fall, “I got you something else.”

“What? What!” Sally was on cloud nine having her funny talking friend back.

“After breakfast!” Mia interjected. The last thing she needed was whatever Tom brought getting covered in pancake syrup.

“You heard her, after breakfast.” Mia appreciated how easily Tom seemed to fall into the step parent role.

Was that what he was doing? Would he accept such a title? Would she be alright giving him that title? Did it matter at this point, anyway?

~~~~~<3

When dishes were safely in the sink and sticky hands and faces washed, Tom finally went to his suitcase. Carefully, he pulled a gift bag out and presented it to Sally.

“Can I open it?” She asked, fingers picking ever so carefully at the tissue paper.

“Of course.” Tom smiled at Sally, kneeling on the ground next to her.

Mia watched over them from where she leaned against the counter as Sally pulled blobs of tissue paper out. Colorful fluffs of paper fell to the floor around her as she uncovered the bear hidden inside.

It was dark blue and held a stuffed Lady Liberty in his paws. His white shirt had the classic ‘I <3 NY’ decal on the front. The bear wore soft dark plastic sunglasses and looked terribly soft.

“I love it.” Sally squished the stuffed animal to her chest and seemed to curl in on it in her enthusiasm.

As soon as she uncurled from the tight hug, she launched herself at Tom again. Little arms wrapped around his neck as she knocked him off his feet and onto the ground. He caught her and returned her hug as she thanked him repeatedly.

Was this what his future would be? Bringing home trinkets and flowers for his wife and daughter when he returned from his travels? A warm greeting and appreciation waiting at home?

This was a life he could get used to.

That was terrifying.

~~~~~<3

Sally sat happily coloring with her bear. In her game, the bear was telling her what colors to use where and she was being a very good listener. The page she was working on was a coloring sight word page where she was practicing color name recognition in preperation for kindergarten starting shortly.

Mia reminded herself again that she needed to transfer Sally’s enrollment from the school she had been planing on attending in a few months to the one near their new home.

Moving was such a hassle, she thought as she started the dish washer. It was worth it though. She couldn’t help but be happy she gave in when she looked around.

“Can we talk?” Tom asked, leaning against the counter. “Catch up a bit?”

Mia hated it when people said things like that. Her anxiety instantly spiked and she worried. With how common anxiety even was anymore, it amazed her that people still opened conversations with ‘can we talk’.

“Sure?” Mia followed him into her bedroom as Tom carried his bags in.

Blankets were bunched around on the bed. She hadn’t gotten around to making it yet this morning.

Tom glanced around but didn’t mention the mess of dirty laundry tossed into the corner. She had thought she had time to clean up before he got there.

“What did you want to talk about?” She swung the door mostly closed behind her. Being alone with him, or at least mostly alone made her heart beat faster. She told herself to stop acting like a schoolgirl.

“I’m not sure how to say this. I don’t want to intrude but also-”

“It’s a bit late for not intruding, don’t you think?” Mia smiled and tried to laugh to soften the blow of her poor attempt at a joke. He intruded the moment he decided he was against an annulment. “That ship has sailed.”

“I suppose so.” Tom chuckled, running his fingers through his short hair. The morning sun was strong through the bedroom window, bathing him in the warm light. The bedrooms got direct morning sun and the living space was lit up perfectly with sunlight during the day. Right now, that morning sun was playing on his sharp features and highlighting the golden and auburn hues in his hair.

He could play one of God’s most beautiful angels. Perhaps, he could play Lucifer himself. Was he a blessing or a devil?

Mia had to get her mind under control. This was getting ridiculous.

“I want- I think it would be best if I made this my home base.” The words came carefully. “I think it would be better for us if this was my home too.”

“Better for us?”

“For getting to know eachother. Building our relationship.” Tom smiled at her. “I don’t think we can really give this a fair shot if we live separate.”

“What are you saying?” Mia didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Are you saying you want to move in?”

Tom’s smile lit up his face. “Yes! I want to live with you as man and wife. What better way to get to know eachother more?”

“You don’t think this is too fast?” Mia’s head was spinning.

“Hasn’t that ship sailed as well?” Oh he was good, she had to admit it.

“What does that even mean? Like, really mean?” Mia sat on the bed as Tom unzipped the suitcase.

“That’s a ‘yes’ then?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, fine.” It was fast, too fast, but what was the point in arguing with him.

He would argue until she gave up anyway. The man took their marriage seriously and if he thought they needed to live together than he would be as adamant about it as he was about even remaining married in the first place.

“Is there space in the closet for me?” Tom asked. “I don’t have a lot of clothes but I’ll probably bring more when I come back next time.”

“Just shove stuff aside and pick a side.” She wasn’t really attached to any section of the closet, she hadn’t lived in the apartment long enough to have things like a preferred side of the closet. It wasn’t like she had enough clothes to really fill it anyway. There was more than enough room for both of them. “There’s hangers if you need- I’ve got a lot of extras.”

“Thanks.” Tom waisted no time in slipping shirts onto hangers. His suits were in zipped bags with plastic hangers just waiting to be hung up.

“I don’t have much dresser space.”

“We can pick up another dresser.” Tom hung his pants over the hangers and left what couldn’t be hung in his suitcase for now. “That’s not a problem.”

“How was New York?” Mia asked, not wanting to leave him but also feeling awkward sitting on her bed and watching him put his clothes away in her closet. No, their closet.

“It was alright. Mostly late night shows.”

“Is it stressful?” Mia picked at the blankets.

“It can be. There’s a good bit of pressure with everything going on,” Tom shrugged, “But I’ve got standing relationships with a few of them so it’s not as bad as it could be.”

Tom set his suitcases in the closet, the carry on nestled within the larger.

“How long will you be here this time?” Mia cringed at how that sounded. “Not that I’m trying to get you to go, I just-”

“You want me here?” Tom looked back at her with his eyebrow raised.

On impulse she threw a pillow at him. Her face was hot and she dreaded to know how red it looked. She wanted to back peddle, to tell him how he was assuming things or putting words in her mouth but there was no way she could do that without swinging wildly the other way and sounding like an ass.

“You don’t have to answer.” Tom’s laugh told her that he already knew the answer anyway.

“I don’t not want you here.” Was the answer she settled on giving.

“I’ll take it.” Tom’s smile made her smile, she couldn’t help it.

Oh God, was she falling for him?

~~~~~<3

The springs in the bed squeaked as Tom all but threw her onto it. He loomed over her, admiring how her brown hair fanned out around her, contrasting with the cream bedding and the white of her dress. Her face was flushed, it had been all night but now it looked even better now, looking up at him.

There was something intoxicating about standing over a flushed woman laying on his bed. Her dress was bunched around her thighs. It had long been one of Tom’s favorite sights. This though, her being his bride, made the sight oh so much better. Tom couldn’t help but run his fingertips up the soft flesh of her thighs.

He traced the tan line that marked where shorts hand cut the sun’s harsh power. It had been a while since he had seen something as simple as a unintentional tan line.

She was so beautifully normal and he loved her already for it.

As she rose up on her elbows, he admired how the change of position pushed her breasts up.

“Something wrong?” She asked.

“Not even a little.” Tom planted his hands on either side of her waist and leaned forward and into her.

Using one arm to support herself, she ran her other hand up his chest. Her fingers wrapped around his neck and pulled him to her. The kiss started sweet, a reminder of romance she had begun to think was only for story books and movies.

It quickly became fierce however. These were the kisses that she knew existed but damn, it had been so long since she had kissed someone who was so good at it. She wanted more. Craved it. Needed it.

Tom rolled them, pulling her to straddle him. Just as he had appreciated how she looked sprawled out on the bed, she was caught in a moment of admiration as well.

Never in her life had she slept with a man as good looking as Tom. Now he was her’s and this was her reality. He belonged to her now and she to him. She won the Vegas jackpot.

She could feel how much he wanted her as she rested on his hips. Though that was exciting, just having a man as strong and successful as him under her was enough of a rush in itself. He was beautiful.

Tom rather liked having his wife straddling his lap. This was something he hadn’t thought he could ever have but it was here. She was here. It was his wedding night and she wore a beautiful white dress just for him. He wanted to see on the floor.

Sitting up, he kissed her neck and chest as his arms wrapped around her. Her skin was so soft under his lips. While he worked along her collar bone, she ran her nails through his hair.

She smelled like sunshine, flowers and summer time. She smelled like sunflowers. What a strange, unique choice. What a beautifully her choice.

When he found just the right spot, she couldn’t stop the moan that fell from her lips. That was a sound he wanted to hear her make again and again. Tom was hard in his trousers and she was pressed against him, each shift she made in his lap sending a wave of pleasure through him. She felt good against him, held against his chest, wrapped in his arms, neck against his lips.

He wanted to feel more of her against him. Never in his life, had he wanted to delve into a woman more than he did at that moment. Not once in his life.

Not once.

~~~~~<3

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for-the-sake-of-color · 8 months ago

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Teaser #2 for chapter 2 of The Den

[Teaser #1]

After a fantastic couple nights visiting The Den as relief and a reward for spending his daylight hours defending his pride at the Medical Conference, Kix decides to leave his massively hungover cousin Coric at the hotel and head back to the night club by himself. There was a certain shorter man that had refused to leave his thoughts. He's just lucky the Vampire was as eager for his return as Kix was to see him.

Excerpt #2 under the Cut! :D

Dr. Brek and Kix bicker at the conference some more, Coric just raising an eyebrow at his side like ‘can you believe this guy?’. Though his interrogation seemed a little less... pointed today, as though the shorter Doctor was distracted by something. Still, his criticisms of Kix’s idea of diagnostic procedure was no less annoying by the fact that Dr.Brek liked to assume instead of figure out.

Thankfully the Doctor was a researcher and not a primary physician, was Kix’s conclusion of that conversation.

Kix himself was distracted, of course, needing to step away every couple of hours to change the bandage on his leg. He should have been paying more attention to the presentations, not like he wasn’t still taking notes, but he couldn't help that his thoughts kept drifting back towards what tonight was sure to bring, and the sheer pleasure the night before had brought him. He hoped he could impress, it had... well despite the fun that Coric had poked at him the other day, it had actually been a while since he’d gotten laid.

He really didn't want to be the only one receiving, as well. Because while sure, that blowie had been amazing, he wanted... he wanted Nihlus to know his attraction wasn’t as one sided as it had sort of seemed these past couple of nights. Kix wanted to give him as much as he had received, if the Vampire would let him.

He half considered bringing Nihlus some of the desert from the event's catering. This was, as Kix sat on his bed that evening eating his meal across from Coric, probably the best damn cheesecake he had eaten in his entire life, silky and sweet with a dark cherry topping that had him of course thinking of the Vampire.

“You going to finish that?” Kix asked Coric consideringly, pointing at the man's own slice

“Take my cake and I’ll take your hand,” His cousin replied, spork on the defensive

Kix snorted as he took another bite, “Fair enough.”

He did have to admit to himself, showing up with a single serving of cheesecake would have been very strange, even if the strangest part was actually his mind's insistence on considering sharing with Nihlus at all. Kix was absurdly infatuated with him. Actually, he was far too infatuated already when he thought about it.

It was a slightly sobering thought, that in a week he would be leaving Nihlus behind, to return to his own home and his actual job damn near across the country. He couldn't afford to continue to get attached to him as fast as he currently was. But Kix was never really that good at ‘casual’ sex, or, well, at keeping it casual. At least it helped that he didn’t truly know Nihlus at the moment.

He would just... make sure he didn’t know. Surely that would do it? Help make sure he couldn’t miss what he never really had.

“Dude what crawled up your ass and died?” Coric startled Kix out if his dwelling by asking

“Wh-what?”

Coric raised an eyebrow at him, “You just got this look on your face like you stepped in dog shit, something wrong?”

Kix shook his head as if to clear it, “Yea just thinking too hard about something that really isn't that serious.”

“Well you wanna go out tonight about it? Ah though I think I’ll refrain from the drinking, personally.”

“I...” Kix trailed off as he stared at his cousin. How did he completely forget to tell Coric that, “I have plans, tonight. Uh, in a couple hours.”

Coric narrowed his eyes, “What kind of plans, and with who?”

Kix chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay so you remember that Vampire-”

“No fucking way, you’ve already planned on going back to the Den without me?”

“No! Well, not really. I’m picking him up there but uh, he got a hotel room for us? Should I explain the birds and bee’s part of it with you, too?”

Coric snorted at that, “No I think I can figure the rest out myself,” and then he sighed dramatically, flopping back in his chair, hand over his forehead, “I should have known you were going to abandon me here, all alone, for a hot piece of ass.”

With a roll of his eyes Kix replied, “Yea, uh-huh, sorry that I forgot to tell you, but I’m sure you’ll figure something out with your night.”

Knowingly, Coric asked, “are these plans just for tonight or?”

Kix barked out a laugh at that, “I sure hope not! Gods Coric, this guy has a stranglehold on my-”

“You know I don't really need to hear that.”

“-On my mind, thanks.” Kix replied acerbically, “As if you deserve the fun details.”

“I had enough of your fun details in college, thanks. You sure about this though? Meeting him alone? You did just meet the guy, no matter what you two were up to a couple nights ago.”

His concern was... touching, actually. “I think it’ll be fine, if you're worried I can text you the location when I get there. I mean, I think he’s just after sex, he’s still the one paying for everything.”

“Yea I’d like you to text me,” Coric nodded, and then he smirked, “I mean, what the hell am I supposed to tell Rex otherwise if you turn up missing? ‘Sorry I let your nepotism hire get eaten by a vampire’?”

Kix crumpled up and threw his napkin at his cousin, who didn’t even bother to dodge it, “Stop calling me that, you’re in the same boat, anyways.”

Coric just tossed it in the trash with a shrug, “At least I can admit it. Still, be careful alright?”

“I will,” Kix replied, fully knowing he would do nothing of the sort.

They’re mostly silent on the drive to the hotel Nihlus had chosen, after Kix picks him up at the back of the Den and they exchange greetings and a quick kiss.

Once they get to the entrance of the Hotel, some place on the edge of town, Nihlus does most of the talking to a rather skeptical looking Attendant who kept glancing at him out of the corner of their eyes as they were checking him in, though they didn't say much more than “Please, enjoy your stay!” as they handed him the keycards.

The walk up to their room was mostly silent as well, with a quiet “Thank you.” From Nihlus as Kix held open the door for him. From there the Vampire just turned to watch him.

The room was... really fucking nice, actually, as Kix stepped in and looked around. There were separate rooms for the couch and tv set up, though it looked like the bedroom area had a tv in it as well. Though Kix knew the television wasn’t quite why they were here. He decided to give the bed a try, entering the room to hop on it, walking past the bathroom to get there, when he realized there was a whole jacuzzi behind a shoulder high wall separating it and the bed.

Kix’s eyes widened as he saw it, and he was thrilled when he hopped onto the bed and realized that not only was it memory foam, the sheets were soft as hell too. He’d even bet a tenner the pillows were much the same.

This place was luxury.

Nihlus was giddy as he watched Kix explore the room, the younger man's face going from nervous to excited as he surveyed the area. The way his expression lit up as he saw the jacuzzi, the biggest reason Nihlus selected this room in particular, was nothing short of breathtaking.

“You like it?” Nihlus asked, though he thought he could probably already tell the answer

“This is so nice!” Kix replied as he practically flung himself across the bed, “Oh this is really nice!”

He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, “Only the best for you, of course.”

Nihlus gave him another minute of looking around before he tentatively asked, “Are you ready to... begin our night?”

Kix flushed deeply, “Yea- I- yes, I’d love to uh... begin? I want you, I keep wanting you, however I can have you.”

“Of course you do.” Nihlus says with a flash of his fangs, “I’d expect nothing less.”

Nihlus pauses, and then states to Kix how he feels ridiculous keeping his mask on while they were in private, so he gives Kix the option of knowing who he is now, or perhaps... wearing the satin blindfold Nihlus got for him?

It was a damn shame though because besides the highly personal nature of his identity, Kix wanted to see... all of him. Tip to toe Kix wanted all that soft skin on display for his eyes and not just his hands. But the attachment... he really did have to keep at least this bit of distance between them. Anything to keep from prematurely breaking his own heart.

“Can’t you just keep the mask on for a little while?” Kix asked from the edge of the bed, putting on his best pleasing expression as the Vampire slid the first of his numerous layers off across the room, exposing that shapely ass once more as he tilted his head in Kix’s direction, placing his hands on his hips, listening as the to-be Doctor finished with, “I would really like to see the rest of you, at least, for a bit.”

“And what do I get out of it?”

This again? What else could Kix possibly offer other than, “My mouth, on you, in the proper places?”

Nihlus snorted at him as he removed the next layer, revealing his wonderful freckled shoulders once more, though while his back was also smattered with freckles there were countless well-faded scars crossing his back that implied a story that sank something of a stone in Kix’s guts.

Quietly, he got up, and ran his fingers along them.

He wanted to ask. He knew he shouldn’t, of course. That seemed like it could be even more private than seeing his face, to a serious degree, and so he didn't ask. As it were, though, he never had to.

“I am old, Kix.” Nihlus stated softly, “I’ve lived a long life, and little of it has been kind.”

And then he turned, so his bare torso was flush with Kix’s own, who had yet to start undressing, and finished slowly with, “But my past matters little, now, as the last few decades have been much more... freeing.”

Kix wasn’t quite sure what to say, so instead he just leaned down and kissed the vampire deeply, pressing his lower back into the table he had been laying his clothes on. After a second, once Nihlus slipped his tongue past Kix’s lips, the resident lifted him up and onto the table for easier access, having a great time mapping out the contours of Nihlus chest and shoulders with his fingers.

Nihlus started to tug Kix’s shirt off, beginning to work on his belt in the process, when Kix made the executive decision to start ridding Nihlus of his pants.

As he tugged on the waistline of his dress pants, Kix asked lowly, “I think it’s about time I repay you for the other night, huh?

The vampire tilted his head to the side and the back, and Kix took the chance to nibble at his neck, nuzzling the surprising warmth of his pulse, sending a deep rumble through Nihlus’ chest as he chuckled at the contact.

“I suppose I could let you have your fun,” the Vampire replied, lifting himself off the table enough to pull his pants off the rest of the way, exposing a trail of short dark hairs leading down into a pair of.... Some really nice black lace panties.

Kix scoffed as he kneeled down, resting his cheek on Nihlus’ inner thigh, sliding a finger under the waistline of his hip and giving it a gentle pull,

“Did you wear these just for me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Nihlus replied dismissively, trailing a line down Kix’s face, a smirk crossing his lips as he finished with, “that’s my job,”

#star wars the clone wars #sith oc #clone medic kix #ct 6116 #oc x canon #kix tag #nihlus tag #vampire au #the den #gonna be honest this was just an excuse to draw Nihlus smiling #its actually kinda an older drawing

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