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Fatal Bond | Diabolik Lovers

Summary: Not so far off, Komori Yui has moved to the Sakamaki’s Manor only to realize that she would never return to the church where her past self lived. New circumstances, new rules, new life. She isn’t who she was. Only because she let herself fall into the claws of the Devil. She was deceived by the term of Love. Laito Sakamaki is her manipulator and she blindly follows with every spell he tosses. In the end, will Yui escape or embrace herself until her last breath?

♱ genre/au: Laito Sakamaki x Yui Komori [she/her, female anatomy], Vampire, smut, plot, dark themes.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic Violence, Gore, Blood Drinking, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Shameless Smut, 18+, Rough Sex, Non/Dub-Con, Past Child abuse, Suicide Attempt, Obsession, Stalking, Dark Themes, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Implied/ Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape/ Non-con.

Word Count: 13.2k+ | Chapters [5/15]

Chapter One | Meant to Be Seen

(Recommended Song: Mentally Not Here by Elita)

The clock was ticking at its regular pace, yet for me it seemed like each second that passed was a whole minute.

I was never nervous in my class but tonight was different.

Usually, my eyes would drift to the open window of our class and daydream about things I knew would never happen.

One of my thoughts was about freedom.

I would look out the window and stare in awe at the full moon or the stars while my mind would wish even for one moment to be free from the webs I was forever stuck in.

But like I mentioned before, not tonight.

The presence of someone made my skin crawl and goosebumps spread to every length of my body like a second skin. The atmosphere around us was suffocating, finding it harder to breathe. I couldn’t even think properly.

What I wished was for the bell to ring so I could storm out of that room. Though, I doubt the chance of staying away from him would be feasible.

At the thought, my eyes without permission flicked to the culprit.

Laito Sakamaki.

He sat beside me, his leg resting on his other knee and leaning back, his hands propped against the chair.

His posture was full of pride and confidence. Feelings that he dared to display just because he showed to everyone that I was his.

It was as if Laito never threatened my actual partner so he could instead sit beside me.

My fingers twitched. In instinct, I drew my hands beneath our desk.

Laito wasn’t assigned to my class. Everyone was aware of that, yet no one seemed willing to confront him. Not even the teachers. They simply let him in, allowing him to act as if he owned the place.

He always gets away. I had to learn it the hard way.

Utter anger suddenly pumped into my blood vessels and underneath the desk, my hands formed into fists. At that moment I wasn’t that afraid of him.

His emerald green eyes were lingering on the board making him seem so innocent and relaxed.

Through my peripheral vision, I could see my pen resting near my notes and the desire to grab it and spear it right on his jugular vein was potent.

Unfortunately, I was uncertain about my plan.

Laito was pulling a façade just so he could blend with everyone else in the room. He was not relaxed nor innocent. Frankly, the opposite.

Just a mere move from me would make him alert.

As if sensing my heated gaze, Laito slowly turned his head in my direction.

In a trice, whatever emotion flooded my system melted away only to be replaced with arrant dread.

Our gazes locked and the same sadistic smirk curled at the corners of his lips.

That haunting look of his in an instant sent shivers skating down my spine. Dark memories flashed before my vision, recalling the times I had to confront him.

He stared at me as if he could see through me. To read my every thought and use them against me.

To mix them with something I clearly didn’t want.

The urge to jump on my feet and storm out of the room was potent. However, I didn’t want to draw the attention of the rest of my classmates. Especially his.

Which is ironic considering that just a few minutes ago I fantasized about his death. The death I would be responsible for.

As the realization dawned within me, my stomach roiled.

Since when did such thoughts invade my mind?

I was never like this…

I was the first one to break eye contact.

Instead of rising on my heels, I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and hoped he would let me be.

He didn’t.

Before I could turn my head to the open window — anything to convince him that I was unfazed — a warm breath fanned the crook of my neck.

Every apex on my body now grew rigid.

“You, pretending like I don’t exist, does really hurt my feelings, bitch-chan.” Laito whispered at the shell of my ear. The very familiar seductive tone was roughing the edge of his voice.

Something he used to conceal his true intentions. He always used it to tempt me and beget me lust over things that never occurred to me before.

Instead of giving him a reply, I sealed my lips.

Laito chuckled. “Not giving me an answer, I see.” His voice then dropped in an octave. “Is it because bitch-chan found another male to fulfill her desires?”

His voice was still playful, yet I knew better. It was like the thunder before the storm.

I couldn’t stop the second jolt of shivers when he moved in on me.

He stood so close to me that the hair on my nape stood on end. He breathed me in and let out a faint moan. Audible enough for me only to hear.

“Come on, bitch-chan. Tell me I am not enough for you. Tell me that you hate me and my cock doesn’t satisfy your little cunt.”

Once he finished his sentence, heat gathered on my cheeks, and panicky my eyes clashed with the students that stood in front of us.

It was certain that they heard what Laito said, however none of them dared to turn around.

“Aw, is that embarrassment that I sense?” He replied smugly and laughed. Once he sobered, his index finger forced my chin in his direction. “Don’t worry. If that makes bitch-chan feel better, I can promise her that I will tear their ears and gouge their eyes out. Only because they made her uncomfortable.”

My stomach churned at his cruel words and tore my chin away from his grip.

He sensed the hate that I have toward him as his eyes narrowed into slits. Despite the crossness that crossed his features, he didn’t drop his coquet demeanor.

He smirked. “Uh… Might be because my bitch-chan craves for their cock too? Such a dirty slut you are.”

At that, my nails dug into my palms, enough to leave red marks behind. Since I couldn’t bring him pain, I reversed it on myself.

“Shut. Your. Mouth.”

Silence.

My eyes looked at him in terror as I realized what I had just done.

Laito closed his eyes for a moment and once he reopened them, something sick gleamed on them.

In a trice, his hand gripped the flesh of my inner thigh squeezing until a muffled cry escaped from my lips. Even then he didn’t stop. On the contrary, it made him pinched the flesh so hard that my hands curled around his wrist to pry him off.

But considering that he was a vampire, my strength over his was nothing. It was like a feather fighting against the strong wind.

“I think there has been a misunderstanding, bitch-chan.” Laito growled, his teasing tone long gone. “You are my plaything. Mine to use and mine to ruin. You don’t get to refuse my orders and especially not talk back at me. Understood?”

“Laito, you’re hurt-”

He squeezed even harder that hot tears prickled in my eyes. In the end, I nodded in submission.

Laito’s grip grew slack. “Aw, look at you trembling like a leaf. Your fear makes me love you even more…” He leaned closer. “More turned on.”

If it wasn’t for the pain that was left on my now bruised thigh, a crimson shade would be visible on my cheeks.

“Since you obeyed like a good girl, let me reward you.”

I didn’t want anything from him, yet I didn’t dare to protest.

Laito gently took my hand which stood glued on my sides and planted a kiss on it. It took me by surprise at his sudden change of motive and tenderness. It made me petrified. I didn’t trust him.

Our eyes locked and a smile stretched across his lips. Then he guided my hand right on the center of his trousers.

Exactly where his buckle had formed.

In an instant, I tried to pull away but with a firm wrench of his, I stopped. In the end, no matter how hard I tried to stop him it always led to no avail.

I was hopeless.

“Feeling bitch-chan’s fingers touching me, makes me hot all over. Uh, it feels good.” Laito’s playful tone returned and let out a soft whimper.

He wasn’t ashamed. Not even a little bit. On the contrary, I felt his erection growing in size, showing how he was getting off by this.

I felt embarrassed and terrified about getting caught red-handed.

He moved my hand up to the waistband of his trousers. All the while my hand trembled under his.

“Bitch-chan I can sense your arousal. Such a needy whore, you are… Just the idea of us getting caught wets you, doesn’t it?” He chuckled, clearly satisfied with my ashamed face.

I wanted to shake my head in refusal but there was no point to.

In the end, my hand slipped inside his underwear and took out his manhood. I waited for the disgust to rise in my throat and pinch my nose but no such feeling arose from my system.

It had the opposite effect on me.

I felt the source of warmness settling down on my core, causing me to clench my thighs to find some friction. Laito had taken notice and a sadistic smirk curled its way up to his lips.

Pre-cum was leaking from its base and my thumb wiped it off before giving a little stroke.

Hot tears welled up in my eyes as I was confused as to why I felt something I shouldn’t.

It wasn’t fair, yet that didn’t prevent me from pleasing Laito. My hand now picked up pace and every so often soft moans would slip from his lips.

So soft that only the two of us would hear.

As if what he was doing to me wasn’t plenty of torture, his hand skimmed over my inner thigh and under my skirt— his forefingers teasing the lacy of my panties.

My breath hitched and my eyes looked frantically around us. Luckily everyone was paying attention to the lesson.

“Even your panties are drenched, bitch-chan.” He chuckled.

Unlike me, Laito wasn’t gentle with his actions. Frankly, he never was.

Without warning, his finger pushed aside the fabric and inserted two fingers into my pussy. Then he pulled them in and out of me with such force, that I had to bite down my tongue to prevent the moans slipping from my lips.

I didn’t even realize when the hand I was pleasuring Laito with, was captured in his, guiding it against his hard cock.

My half-lifted eyes met his.

As we stared at each other, an unreadable look crossed his features and before I could cogitate it further, his thumb found my clit and with circular movements, he forced me to climax.

My nails clawed at his wrist desperate to push him away but my body betrayed me.

My toes curled and I loomed over the desk to restrain the screams that begged to leave from my lungs and out to the room.

As he pulled his fingers out of me, I didn’t dare to even stare at him.

I was ashamed of myself and mostly betrayed.

Once again he was the one who won.

Only when the school bell rang did I have the strength to move on my feet and gather my things in my bag.

However, before I could jerk to my feet and storm out, a hand pinched my chin jerking me violently to the right. The smell of my arousal hit my nostrils and my breath hitched.

Meeting Laito’s dark gaze made me paralyzed all over. He was already dressed up as if what happened earlier was fictitious.

Before I could tell him to let me go, his fingers touched my lips leaving something sticky and wet upon them.

My eyes widened and my blood turned cold.

“That’s your reward, bitch-chan. Once again you have proved to me how filthy you truly are.”

And with that he let me go.

A chuckle left from his lips and I felt eyes pinning me down like arrows. Eyes that belonged to my classmates. Soon the whispers broke around the room making my chest burn and my fingers jitter.

I stormed out of the classroom wiping with the sleeve of my school uniform the cum on my lips. I didn’t stop even when the skin started to burn up.

Only when I closed myself in a bathroom did I let my emotions out.

 Chapter Two | Devil’s Captive

(Recommended Song: Never Land- A Fragment by Sisters of Mercy)

“Your ice cream is about to melt, bitch-chan.”

By the sound of my nickname, I was jerked back to my consciousness. I could feel Laito’s gaze heating the side of my face and I realized that I dozed off.

Muttering an apology under my breath, my fingers curled around the spoon. Though, when I saw that the ice cream had become a mix of soup and cream, my stomach churned.

Suddenly I was no longer hungry.

Through my peripheral vision, I could see Laito blowing his mulled wine before he took a sip. Then sedately set the drink back on the round table he chose for us to sit on.

He drummed his fingers against the ebony table.

“Did something happen and my bitch-chan lost her appetite?”

The same seductiveness was visible in his tone of voice, yet I could sentience some irritation in his body language. Not even an iota of worry did he feel toward me. Just pure anger for the fact I dragged us up until here.

The Sakamaki brothers decided once the day dawned to visit the town since it had been a long time since we went somewhere altogether. Though everyone hated just the idea of being in each other faces, none of them refused.

Deep down, everyone needed a break from the thick tension in the mansion. All for different reasons. Including me.

Although I was somehow relieved that I could be in a place without being overwhelmed by only the brothers, Laito had the boldness to prove me otherwise.

Once we stepped out of the limo, his hand encircled my shoulder possessively and told the others he would rather be just the two of us than stick around with the pillocks.

Of course, nobody had the willingness to confront him. They detest each other so that worked to Laito’s favor readily. As for me, only fear took the best of me.

That’s why I found the courage and lied to him that I felt lightheaded and I needed something sweet. Which is not entirely a lie, considering that the brothers would drink my blood every so often.

To my surprise, he agreed only due to the fact he didn’t want me to get anemia.

So, in the end, I led him to a Coffee Shop that was teeming with people close to our age. The whole room was enveloped with a peaceful aura, yet Laito’s piercing gaze made me feel anything but halcyon.

I kind of sensed that Laito knew what I said was only an excuse. But as a smirk curved on his lips made me quite unsure.

After all, I did not take a single bite from the ice cream, and that only established that I genuinely wanted to impair his deviant plans.

“No, nothing happened. It’s just the sight of the ice cream that sets me off.” I finally replied.

A hum rumbled on his chest. “Right… Would you like me to order you a new one?”

If our relationship was reckoned to be a healthy one, I would stare at him in awe as he had the will to assist me. However, the hair on my nape stood on end, feeling that something was quite odd.

The word “no” stuck on the tip of my tongue, until I deliberated it once more. Even if later on I would pay the price of my decisions, at least I would win some time before he decides to lure me into a solitary hallway and have his way with me.

I nodded.

On the other hand, Laito smiled at me and the next he signaled to a passerby waitress. As Laito was giving her the new order, the bell of the shop chimed drawing automatically my attention.

It was a couple.

The girl seemed happy to be with her partner and so did he. The boy pointed at a table close to the window and she nodded in confirmation. He even dragged the chair to help her sit down.

Then he leaned in and whispered to her something that made her break into the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

In a trice, the feeling of envy pumped into my system reminding me I would never get to experience what she has. I was forever stuck in an environment where love doesn’t exist.

At the thought, my stomach roiled and I felt my throat burning up in need to cry.

“Here you go.” A feminine voice said, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was the previous waitress. Her figure hid the sight of the couple, forcing me to stare at her instead.

Laito returned her the now-melted ice cream and soon we were back to being just the two of us.

Forcing myself to swallow the emotions that begged to be set free, my fingers took the spoon, and taking a scoop I inserted it into my mouth.

The hunger never returned. Yet, I posed that it did.

“Bitch-chan I must say you are a terrible actress. No wonder you never had prowess toward art.”

I stiffened mid-swallowing.

I stammered. “What?”

Laito threw back his head and laughed, only to sober up after. “You thought I didn’t know you were lying all along? Poor little you…” He trailed off and as his eyes thinned, I couldn’t stop but feel frightened. “Even how your heart leaps, proves to me what an awful liar you are.” 

Before I could protest, he marched forward. Grabbing my wrist so tightly, the spoon slipped from my fingers and hit the table with an obnoxious thwack.

Laito’s lips skimmed over my knuckles making me freeze in my seat. To everyone, we seemed like a sweet couple where Laito instead of inflicting pain on me, was kissing the back of my hand.

“Laito, please!” I begged as I was trying to pull away from his iron grip.

That only made him put a lot more pressure that I started to think he would actually snap the bone in half.

All the time he was staring at me with a blank look, no emotion visible on his features. Soon, the familiar sadistic smirk curled at the tips of his lips.

“Say, do you think it is fair for me to bite those delicate fingers of yours and taste that divine blood? Or…” His eyes drifted to the couple and my breath hitched. “Show them what true romance is?”

Not giving me the time to comprehend what he was implying, his other hand went under the table and grazed my knee.

My eyes widened.

A blast of flashback hit my vision when the same scene happened just a few days ago in my class. Suddenly my body trembled in arrant fear.

Before he could draw his hand further up, I thrashed in my seat to push myself away. The way I squirmed, my knee accidentally shot up on the table causing it to knock the mulled wine down. The liquid splashed free, only in the end to douse his shirt.

In an instant, both of us froze.

“I’m sorry La-”

In a trice, he released me from his grasp and rose to his feet. Since we pulled everyone's attention by the scene, he faked a heartwarming smile as if to reassure me.

“It’s okay. I will get it dry, be right back.”

And with that, he left me alone so the fear of the consequences to eat me alive.

I watched him as his figure disappeared into the bathroom down the corridor, only then for my eyes to snap in the direction of the exit.

I chewed the bottom of my lip.

The desire to jerk on my feet and make an escape was potent. However, the fear of being caught and facing a more brutal punishment halted that need. My feet stayed glued against the hardwood floor as if what was keeping me in my place was thick roots.

If I ran, he would chase.

It was always like this. Me the prey and him the predator ready to plunge his claws on me and keep me caged forever.

I couldn’t breathe.

I needed a push. Someone to snap me out of the negative emotions and make me believe that escaping would save my life.

And to the love of God, my wish came alive.

The same waitress approached me, finally making me snap out of my insecurities and stare at her wide-eyed. She brought a napkin to clean the mess and as our eyes clashed together, she smiled.

It was a sign for me to understand that not much time had left for me, to debate what to do. In the end, I chose the thing I was most afraid of achieving.

To escape.

Jumping on my feet, the chair scraped against the floor and I retreated.

The waitress’s brows creased in suspiciousness and not allowing her the time to stop me, I bolted toward the exit. Only the words “Wait! You forgot to pay!” met my ears and then I was out — running to God knows where.

The streets were oddly crowded which kind of worked in my favor. Despite bumping every so often into strangers, it allowed me to be spotted harder.

My lungs burnt from the sudden spread, yet I didn’t stop. Not even to look behind me to ensure that I wasn’t been chased after.

The adrenaline pumped into my blood vessels like an addictive drug, yet the longing to be free made goosebumps spread to every length of my body. For the first time, a genuine smile stretched across my lips.

For once, I had hopes.

But as I took a turn, my smile vanished. The happiness melted away and utter fear was replaced reminding me how naïve I always tend to be.

As soon as I turned the corner the familiar black limo came into view. The huge vehicle was driving at its regular speed as if I never tried to escape in the first place. The headlights then came to display and I understood it meant to park just where I had stopped.

I froze hot on my heels and whirled around to run the opposite way when I saw Laito walking alongside the citizens.

His eyes were fixated on me.

The sound of a door opening behind me met my ears but I didn’t move. Instead, I waited for Laito to walk up to me.

Somehow a sinking feeling in my chest told me that my punishment would be less severe if I gave myself up to him and not the rest of his brothers.

“Uh bitch-chan.” He singsonged once he closed our proximity. His hands grabbed both of my shoulders and I recoiled. “Always full of surprises.”

It wasn’t a compliment. Just utter disappointment.

In a trice, his slender palm seized my throat and pushed me with such momentum that when he forced us both into the limo I tripped over my feet. I tumbled on my back, winching.

At the impact, the oxygen left my lungs and a choked gasp slipped from my lips. I tried to stand up but Laito came on top of me, his hips straddling me.

The realization within me dawned on what was about to follow after.

In an instant, my fight or flight mode kicked in and my hands flew to his hard chest punching and slapping — anything to get him off me.

With a click of his tongue, he grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and placed them above my head.

I was now at his mercy.

My eyes flicked in distress to the rest of the brothers, but none moved an inch.

Subaru was staring out the window, while Shu had fallen into slumber. Reiji was focused on his book and Ayato was on his phone. Only Kanato was looking at me with those scary purple eyes of his — an eerily smile visible on his lips.

To obscure the emotions that were on full display, he hugged his teddy to hide his expression.

Hot tears now streamed down my face.

Laito chortled. “You should know by now that crying won’t save you, bitch-chan. You brought this upon you, yet we both know that you secretly love it.”

With his free hand, he unfastened the buttons of my blouse. “Just the idea of being watched excites you, doesn’t it? The way their eyes would be on you while I claim you as mine.” He heaved a sigh— a plain redness visible on his cheeks. “Such a slut you are bitch-chan.”

I wanted to scream that I didn’t feel an iota of lust upon this, yet I was frozen in my place. Even if I dared to fight back, Laito would find another way to convince me otherwise. 

A moan escaped from his lips as the sound of an unbuckling belt illuminated the silence inside the limo. He licked the flesh of my exposed neck and with no tenderness, he pierced the skin with his fangs.

I writhed in agony but I wasn’t going to give him the bliss of hearing my screams and cries. Not even when he ripped my panties and with no warning, he buried himself inside me.

I just stood still on the ground and as my eyelids had fallen closed I dreamt that this never happened.

That I actually escaped.

With that envision I closed myself in until darkness enveloped my body.

In the end, I had lost consciousness.

Chapter Three | To Deceive the Lamb

(Recommended Song: Trap by Camp Claude)

Hearing. The first thing that trickled in through my senses. A faint melody was coming from somewhere and I found myself craving to seek for it. The endeavor to move my limbs had ceased due to a sudden jar of pain. It plagued my every apex, compelling me to focus on my eyelids instead.

Slowly opening them, a spillage of bright light welcomed me, making me reclose them. Blinded by the unusual sight, I was too weary to attempt a second time.

The longing to stay wherever my body is right now is potent. It was too serene for me to focus on my waking. Frankly, I wasn’t ready to face the dark reality yet.

The melody continued.

I perceived its source was coming my way, slowly becoming more audible. It leaped out at me that the melody was actually someone who was humming the tune.

A shadow suddenly loomed over my closed eyelids, before feeling something cold touching the side of my neck.

Without permission I jerked awake, the panic taking over. Before I could sit up and avoid the cringe sensation, something hard pushed me back down.

“Relax bitch-chan. It’s an antibiotic ointment.” A familiar manly voice said.

Laito.

Slowly the panic melted away and my eyes moved to where he stood. I, then, realized that we were in my bedroom. I was lying in the center of my bed while the edge of the mattress dipped with his weight.

The source of light —I was still sensitive to— was coming from the open balcony, the edge of the curtains dancing alongside the morning breeze.

I ponder how many weeks had passed since I last saw the sun.

The cold ointment snapped me out of my rumination, feeling his long thin fingers touching my skin once more. Observing his emerald eyes lingering longer than they should on my neck, I shivered.

As if sensing the fear overpowering me, our gazes locked.

A slow, wicked grin glides across his face. “My, my… Does the affection I inflict on you, scares you bitch-chan? I can’t lie but say that I’m quite offended.”

Bullshit, I wanted to fire back. If someone knows Laito they would be aware by now that this sick vampire gets off by others dread.

But instead of answering, I bit my tongue and averted my gaze.

Laito giggled and continued applying the ointment to my neck. Then he placed a bandage before giving me a peck on the cheek.

So loving for a wicked vampire, I thought.

However, the remorse didn’t hit me when heat gathered on my cheeks. Candidly, I wasn’t ashamed at all. I simply let it blatantly for him to take heed.

Something that made questions plague my mind. Questions, as to why such emotions flood my system.

I should resent him…

Suddenly something moved at the corner of my eye and before I could register it, two hands grabbed my legs. My eyes snapped at Laito who was smiling all innocently. He was on his knees, sitting before me causing me to thin my eyes in wary.

Not giving me a room to protest, he forced them open.

A jolt of pain rushed through my open legs and down my center, causing me to cry out.

“Uh forgive me, bitch-chan… I forgot that your body doesn’t heal as quickly as ours.” Laito apologized.

He looked anything but sincere.

Confusion crossed my features and my eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t understand…”

He placed a kiss on the side of my thigh, heaving a sigh. “Don’t you remember anything from last night’s events?”

Ignoring how my body reacted to his touch, I pursed my lips. I was ready to speak up when Laito’s fingers played with the hem of my nightgown. I paused.

He smirked and the next thing I knew was him shoving it up to my neck. At the impact, the morning breeze grazed my bare skin, realizing I didn’t wear anything underneath the nightgown.

My eyes rounded.

Bite marks were everywhere, covering my skin like permanent tattoos.

My stomach roiled.

Even if my memory was still hazy, I didn’t have to recall what happened to understand what situation I had fallen into.

Tears gathering in my eyes, I forced my legs closed. But Laito had predicted it sooner and sinking his nails in each side of my thighs, he spread them apart, shifting his body between them.

“Let me go!” I gritted only to fall on deaf ears.

His front hovered over me, feeling his breath fanning the center of my breasts. Utterly furious, I raised my hand ready to slap him across the face. However, he was faster and he got ahold of it before my palm met his cheek.

Then without giving me the time to prepare my next strike, he grasped both of them in one hand and placed them on my lower stomach.

He tsks. “Stop the tantrums, bitch-chan.”

As I writhed beneath him, the tears that begged to be set free finally spilled, wetting my cheeks. Like a knife shoved right to my heart is what I felt. Twisting the metal deeper, breaking me slowly into shreds.

I was afraid that one day I would wake up and nothing would be within me.

Darting out his tongue, he licked the swell of my right breast, right where a mark had been placed. Instinctively, I bit the bottom of my lip to conceal my gasp.

A mischievous chuckle rumbled from his chest and our gazes locked. Something dark and twisted was sparkling in his emerald eyes, finding myself drawn in him.

As if a spell was cast within them, pulling me to new strings of submission.

“So needy, aren’t you? Fighting like a feral cat, only to be at my mercy the next. Such a sensitive, bitch-chan.” Without breaking eye contact, he nibbled the flesh and a moan slipped from my lips. He pulled back and smirked. “I start to think that you playact… That the hatred that you have upon me is only a mask to hide your sexual desires.”

I wanted to answer, to justify my place but as my lips parted nothing came out. I was paralyzed, questioning my own sanity.

Laito continued nibbling and licking every mark he had left on me, arousing me to overwhelming sensations. I writhed and moaned all at once.

I shouldn’t but my body had taken over, leaving me with a blurry vision of what was true and not. Even if I wished to hide my burning face, my hands were bound.

I felt his lips on me, leaving hot trail kisses to the center of my stomach until he was lowering dangerously close to my sex.

Turning my head to the side, I swallowed a sob. I felt his piercing gaze upon me, knowing that he could see how I was reacting to what he did.

Despite the pain plaguing my opening that didn’t prevent it from soaking with arousal. Once again, my own body betrayed me — backstabbing me and pushing me right on my nemesis webs.

In a trice, every thought soon dissipated from my mind when I felt something warm and wet touching the folds of my pussy.

I recoiled.

My eyes flicked back to him, watching how the pupils of his eyes dilated as he observed my facial expression. Goosebumps erupted to the pores of my skin, heat gathering on my cheeks.

The scene that was displayed in front of me, was making me feel things that to my dictionary were considered forbidden. I could feel the warmth of his mouth against my wet pussy and pleasure blazed a path to my core.

Without straying his gaze from mine, his tongue thrusted on my opening. Immediately, my body trembled as an answer. I didn’t even realize when he let go of my wrists, my nails now digging in the mattresses underneath me.  

Soon the pain ebbed away, replaced with a mix of ecstasy and a craving for more.

My back arched when his tongue licked my opening up to my clit, my breath becoming uneven. As he was sucking my most sensitive part, my fingers ran through his red hair.

Mind clouded, I grabbed a fistful, debating whether to draw him away or bring him closer. So close that I would forget the bitter reality.

As if sensing my reluctance, he pushed his tongue back on my opening. Pulling in and out so strenuously that I tug at them with such force in desperation for relief.

As an answer, a moan escaped from him, vibrating right on my pussy.

Even there it proved that he had full control of the situation. He knew what strings to pull to bring me under his mercy, slowly drowning me in the darkness of joy and deception.

Tongue-fucking me, his thumb and index finger pinched my clit until a scream was let out from my lungs, and out in the room. As if that wasn’t enough, he rolled my clit between his two fingers until stars prickled my vision.

Tugging harshly at his hair, I basically was riding his face chasing my orgasm like a cat in heat.

I wasn’t thinking straight.

I didn’t recognize myself at all.

Like a light struck my climax hit me, my whole body trembling at his assault. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as sparks of pleasure cascaded like waves to my every apex.

As I was coming down from my high, Laito withdrew, hovering over me once again. Before I could turn my head away, he squeezed my cheeks into his palm and kissed me.

The taste of my arousal was so heavily on my tongue that I felt sick with myself. It was a bitter reminder that I let myself lose in the pleasure.

How could I? How could I let myself satisfy the monster that was standing before me?

Disgust pumped into my veins like a lethal poison and fisting his white shirt, I tried to push him away. However, that only made Laito deepen the kiss, our teeth chattering at the impact.

I cringed.

Without thinking my teeth sunk into his bottom lip, so hard that the taste of coppery spurted in my mouth. Finally, he pulled back, a grimace visible on his features.

His finger skimmed over his bottom lip and as he pulled back he stared at the blood.

I waited for the moment for him to snap and hurt me, not expecting that he would do the exact opposite.

Laito threw his head back, breaking into an unstoppable laugh causing me to fraught. All of a sudden, I was petrified.

“Uh, I would lie if what you just did wasn’t hot. Unlike you bitch-chan, I love the pain so please embrace yourself and hurt me more.” He moaned as soon as he sobered up. He grasped my hand and placed it on his chest. “Right here is my heart… It might not beat like yours but the feelings we contain are the same. So go ahead and punch me until I’m covered in bruises.”

All of a sudden, my hand started to jitter that he had to squeeze it harder.

“I don’t want to.” I stammered.

Maybe my hatred toward him was beyond the level but even such a thing I didn’t find myself doing. Yes, I did imagine stabbing him several times, yet I didn’t have the heart to actually do it.

And I hate myself for it.

Laito smirked, his flirty demeanor on full display. “Fear is only keeping you caged not allowing you to achieve what you truly desire, bitch-chan. I know what you always think about me and I simply want to avail you.” Still holding my hand, he hit his chest with firm force. I gasped. “Hit me, bitch-chan… Show me how much you love me.”

My eyes looked around us in terror, searching for an easy escape. However, that only made Laito furious and the next thing I knew was him slapping me across the face.

The flesh immediately started to burn up and I went still.

Laito clicked his tongue and his grip around my hand loosened.

“What a disappointment.” He muttered. Not giving me another look, he retreated, and getting off my bed, he stalked toward the door.

Once the sharp noise of the door shutting close illuminated the room, I was finally able to drown in my emotions.

“Bitch-chan, I believe the chances of you facing anorexia are higher than anemia.”

All of us had gathered later that day at the monthly dinner, eating like normal people. Or better, pretending to be normal. But as Laito forced me to take Kanato’s seat, cold sweat drenched my skin. My stomach tightened and the need to vomit my insides was strong.

I wasn’t an actress. I couldn’t feign that term of innocence.

The moment he left my bedroom, I pushed myself from the bed and closed myself into the bathroom. As the patters of the cold water of the shower hit my skin, my memory from the previous night was turning bit by bit more vivid.

I couldn’t face myself in the mirror once I remembered.

I was too embarrassed.

A wave of laughter sounded far away from my rumination, slowly bringing me back to reality. Turning my head, I followed the sound.

Laito was smiling at me, enjoying my miserable state. We were sitting side by side — him putting plenty of food on my plate and me blankly staring at him.

I believed that he sensed that slowly my sanity was fading away, now replaced with something darker. However, he didn’t show it. Perhaps he wanted to see me losing my mind.

“Oi Chichinashi. If you think we are going to let you die consider it impossible. Your blood is too precious to be wasted for something so stupid.” Ayato rasped. He was sitting beside his twin, pointing at me with a knife. When he didn’t get my response, he focused back on his steak.

He cut a piece and ate it with a slice of the knife.

I chew on my lip.

“Now, now don’t be too harsh on Bitch-chan, brother.” Laito’s finger skimmed over my bottom lip, stopping me from biting down the flesh. Then his gaze shifted to the table and something gleamed in his features.

He outstretched his hand, grabbing a porcelain plate. Facing me once more, he gestured for me to take it. I hesitated.

On the porcelain plate were all kinds of macaroons. It had so many flavors to pick, yet nauseous is what my tongue tasted.

With a shake of my head, I faced my own plate. Instead of staying silent, I did what piqued my curiosity since the dinner started. “Why didn’t Kanato join us?”

Silence.

Reluctantly my eyes drifted to Laito, seeing his hands grabbing the edge of the plate tightly. He sighed and without answering he picked some macaroons and placed them on my own one.

It was odd for not Kanato to join us and the silence in the room made it even more unordinary.

I looked at Reiji waiting for a reply, only for him to ignore me.

“He won’t come.” Shu gave the answer that I was waiting for.

“Why-”

Subaru clicked his tongue. “Why? Are you serious? You should be happy that the fucker isn’t here.”

“My my, such sweet nothings to your own brother, Subaru.” Laito snapped back. His demeanor was still the usual, yet his muscles had stiffened.

It was clear that he was repressing himself from something.

His brother balled his fists and bared his teeth. “Don’t make me get started. You especially are what makes me feel disgusted. Sitting here with us like you have the right to.” His eyes danced to me. “It’s a shame that you still chose that Vampire over us. Even if one day you going to die in his hands.”

His words were so hurtful, yet so truthful.

I chose to be with Laito. I chose this path of life.

However, I still have the wish for him to genuinely love me. To develop equal feelings.

To be frank there is not a day that doesn’t pass without a thought of me dying under his palms. It assaults my brain every day and every second, only to leave me petrified right after. I cried plenty of times but my heart hadn’t given up. At least not yet.

Laito steeled his spine, turning his undivided attention toward his youngest brother. “As much as I love to see you playing the hero, I’m afraid that I need to interfere.”

Subaru’s jaw tics. “The fuck you-”

“While I’m taking pleasure in the affection you have for me, what about you Subaru?” Laito’s frame leaned in me, his fingers taking a lock of my blonde hair. “The way you express what you feel does really not stick to your character. Say, is it perhaps a way for you to steal my prey?”

My chest tightened upon hearing Laito identifying me as a “prey”.

His head turned in my way as if he sensed my sadness and slightly raising his hand he scented the blonde lock. Before my cheeks could heat up, his eyes drifted back to Subaru.

“There is no such thing for me to do that!” Subaru barked.

“No? Then why choose words that only make me the villain?” Laito grinned. “You think I didn’t notice the hard-on you got, at the spectacle that played in front of you? How you have adjusted your dick in your pants when you heard the muffle cries of Bitch-chan? Or when your eyes instead of watching out of the window as you should, you were looking at Bitch-chan’s unconscious body being fucked?”

At his words, my eyes rounded and my blood ran cold. In an instant, my eyes snapped to Subaru.

“I-is it the truth? You did such a thing?” I was holding my breath all the while, waiting for Subaru to defend himself and tell me that what Laito said was all lies.

But when I saw how his gaze avoided me, it was all of me to understand that it was indeed the truth. Suddenly the world around me started to spin that I had to grasp Laito’s bicep to restrain myself from collapsing.

I wasn’t ready to face the reality that neither of them was actually a good person. That neither of them cared about me.

Even if I decide to take my life away one day, they won’t care.

I won’t be grieved.

I am alone.

“Uh, seeing your face creasing with sadness and fear is really my appeal.” Laito chuckled letting go of the strand. His lips skimmed over the shell of my ear, causing me to cringe. “But don’t let such misery capture the inside of your soul… You will lose yourself before you can acknowledge it.”

My body retreated from him. “…I hate you.”

Laito arched a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You can convince yourself all you want, but your body acts differently.”

Staring at him horrified, my nails sunk into my sweaty palms.

He tilted his head to the side, eyes falling to the gap between my legs. “Does the pain still plague you? If so let me help you with that…”

Before his hand could come my way, I withdrew my arm only to slap him across the face. The sound of a flesh being hit illuminated the room but I was far from concerned.

Feeling my eardrums pumping with hot blood, my eyes welled up in tears. “I won’t brook such a deviant behavior anymore! Your warped mind makes me sick to the core.”

Biting my tongue to suppress a sob, I pushed the chair with my feet to stand up. May I be punished for dismissing myself, I won’t stay close to the person who dares to humiliate me. Not anymore.

But as I was about to leave, Laito mirrored my steps ready to follow me.

My spine steeled in alarm.

His large steps closed our proximity, a lost gaze lingering in his eyes. Before one of us could react, someone suddenly appeared behind Laito, grabbing him by the shoulder.

“Go,” Reiji said without batting an eye at my figure.

And I listened.

Without looking back, I hurriedly step out of the room.

Once the door closed behind me, I did what my heart told me to do.

I ran.

Chapter Four | Drown to the Pleasure

(Recommended Song: Lie by Park Jimin)

"Allow me to be lost in your Labyrinth and discover the mysteries that lie within you. To engulf what I seem to have taken away. Don't withdraw from me, don't be afraid of me. Embrace my comfort, in exchange for your love. Teach me the things I didn't grow up to live and feel... Yui stay by my side." - Laito Sakamaki

The soft wind was soughing among the trees and the gloomy clouds slowly dissipated, revealing the full moon.

A spectacle so rare. So extraordinary.

The sound of footfalls erupted in the solitary night, a shadow appearing in the rosy garden. Every rose bloomed as if the moon was their source of light. Their remedy for eternity.

The shadow transformed into a Vampire, a devilish aura swallowing the garden. Taking the form of a red-haired boy and pale skin as snow, the eyes that it possessed roamed to the roses.

In his opinion, every color holds a story, a memory. But the one he always going to choose is dark red. The red that reminds him of the girl’s blood that printed to his mind. Like an ink, speared to the flesh.

At the thought, his hand stretched across the most beautiful red rose and his thin fingers encircled the stem. Just the image of the girl’s figure reappearing in his vision, he tightened his grip until the smell of blood bloomed in his nostrils.

The unforgiving thorns speared his skin, a loving pain overwhelming him.

His eyes trailed to his hand, watching his blood running down his palm, now reaching the hem of his sleeve.

He smiled.

The emotions that erupted in his system were something he resented. Every feeling and every thought were about that girl that he was afraid that he was losing his mind.

Love doesn’t exist.

This is what he always said to himself. Such feelings were long gone and out of his dictionary. That word was something he never dared to look for, never to feel once more.

There was a time he did and the world around him collapsed before giving him the time to fix it. To fix him.

Yet somehow that girl dared to prove him differently. And he didn’t like it.

Every time he tried to destroy her beneath his palms, she became stronger. Every time he posed fake feelings, to lure her into his trap, she would show him that he didn’t have to. She was telling him with just her bodily actions that whatever he inflicted on her, she would gladly take it.

Because she had fallen in love.

Maybe the fear restrains her from admitting it but he knows it.

He’s fully aware, yet the hatred only blooms like the roses in the garden. He wanted to corrupt her soul. To make her his own plaything.

Otherwise, he will fall into the rabbit hole where no return exists.

Letting go of the rose, its petals hit the dirt ground and he retreated.

Tipping up his chin, his emerald eyes fixated on the open balcony where light was spilling in. Curtains dancing with the breeze, a frame came on full display.

His breath hitched.

The very so girl that possessed his mind was in there, her naked flesh on full display for him to see. She was standing in the full mirror, her tired eyes observing her weak figure.

The bite marks that were printed on her flesh were long gone. Only because he allowed so. The day that his tongue tasted every inch of her, was a medicine to the pain he caused.

As an apology from him for being cruel to her.

Because he made her cry, instead of making her laugh. For making her recoil at his every touch instead of making her adore them.

Only to mess it up in the end.

The way her fierce eyes were piercing him, ignited something within him. For the first time, he felt remorse. But the moment he stood up, the apology on the tip of his tongue had been swallowed just because his older brother stopped him.

Everyone had the idea of him harming her. And deep down he was scared that if his brother hadn’t ceased him that day on the table, the girl wouldn’t stand in her room right now.

Instead, her lifeless body would lay beside the woman he once loved. The same one he killed a long time ago.

“Yui…” Her name slipped from his lips.

As if the young girl heard her name, her head instinctively turned to where he stood.

Her trembling eyes looked past the depths of the darkness, searching for the invader. The way her lips parted, eyes widening the Vampire understood that she couldn’t make out his figure. Though, she sensed it was him who was watching her. She could feel him.

The Vampire waited for her to step away — to close the doors of the balcony and disappear from his eyesight, not expecting that she would act differently.

Even if her eyes couldn’t meet him, for her to read his every thought, she turned her body fully to his way. Hands placed on the center of her chest she remained still.

His brows furrowed, his gaze falling between her legs without any permission given. That day he tasted her, her sweet nectar dripping from his tongue, was like arising into heaven.

She was pure bliss that when he pulled away only frustration is what he got as an aftertaste.

At the memory, the center of his trousers tightened and a groan rumbled in his chest.

She was bad news.

From her side, her head tilted her breath becoming uneven. She expected something from him… Something that he couldn’t give.

Soon, her gaze lowered to the ground a sad expression creasing her beautiful face. Never returning her attention back to him, her footfalls fell behind, slowly disappearing in her room.

Turning off the light, her bedroom was now in total darkness.

May the Vampire hesitated to act while she was awake, he waited patiently for the sleep to take her over. Only then he would be able to do what his dead heart was begging him for.

Sensing her heart beating calmly, it was all for him to appear on her balcony. The doors still open, his silent footfalls stepped into the room, his eyes shifting to her bed.

In a trice, he inhaled a sharp breath, his jaw locking.

Her naked body was on full display, the covers not even reaching her ankles. Leaving herself in such a vulnerable position, made the Vampire fight the sick urges that invaded his mind.

Oh, how the fantasy of him piercing his fangs and tasting her sweet blood occurred to his mind. His hand seizing her throat, feeling the quick heartbeat of her heart as he pounds himself deep inside her… Her innocent eyes begging for mercy. The fantasy of her hitting him and scratching him until blood oozes from his pale skin.

Heat gathered on his cheeks and closed his eyes to restrain himself from achieving what he truly desired. Instead, he shifted his focus on the last words that escaped from these quivering lips of hers.

“I won’t brook such a deviant behavior anymore! Your warped mind makes me sick to the core.”

Such hurtful words. Yet they made him feel at peace.

He wished with all his might, for her to hate him. To resent him to the point she can’t even stare at him. For her to finally prove his assumption… That love doesn’t exist.

Because only lust is what both felt.

The crestfallen expression she makes every time he disappoints her by his actions is a façade. A mask to confuse him to the point that it drives him mad. She doesn’t love him; only carnal crave it is.

A quick pleasure to lose yourself from the feelings that drowned you.

Tipping his fedora hat down, he made his way in her direction.

The opportunity to take her life away was readily given to his hands. Within a matter of time, he could wrap his hands around her neck and end what kept plaguing his mind.

The feelings that he contained for her weren’t real. To him, she is only an entertainment to his boredom.

Once the satisfaction he receives from her ebbs away, he would throw her away like the rest of his past lovers.

That’s what he promised himself when they first met each other.

But the months passed and she still was living in their Manor. Only his promise seemed far from the finishing line, making it harder for him to act as his usual self.

When he brings her pain, his dead heart begs him to refrain. The constant fights he has within himself are multiple. It drives him mad.

She drives him mad.

But as he rounds the bed, his face leaning dangerously close to her own, every thought in his mind seemed to melt away. His muscles relaxed, now looking in awe at how peacefully she slept.

The tiny heart that hung from a chain around her neck was resting in the valley of her breasts, moving with her every shallow breath. With no thought, his pale finger grazed the tiny metal only to draw it away right after.

The vision of when he raped her, hit his vision and he snarled. His every brother didn’t dare to look at him only Kanato. If feelings didn’t lie within his dead heart, Laito would spare Kanato’s life.

But he didn’t.

As soon as her eyelids fell closed — his lust no longer potent as before — he lunged at his brother. Anger was pumping in his system like a lethal flame ready to turn everything into ash just because Kanato enjoyed the pain Laito brought to the only girl he owned. Laito was ready to gouge his brother’s eyes out, to make him blind for the rest of his eternity and he almost succeeded.

If only Ayato didn’t stand in his way. Just when his Vampire nails sunk into Kanato’s cheekbones, a punch was delivered right on his jaw. The only damage he accomplished was ripping the skin off, blood streaming out of the open wound.

That’s why Kanato didn’t appear on the table that day. He knew better than to stay locked in his bedroom and far away from Laito. Because then, no one would be an obstacle in Laito’s way.

He would kill his own brother. And everyone else who would dare to lay a single finger on his girl or see her in her most vulnerable moments.

Even Subaru.

At the thought of his name, Laito’s eyes narrowed into slits, his fists balling into fists. 

Whatever words Laito spat were to deceive Yui from believing that fucker. Subaru didn’t watch her punishment, on the contrary, he took care of her. Scooping her slacked body into his arms as if she were the most precious thing in the world— adjusting her clothes to hide the damage.

He held her so tightly in his embrace, his eyes boring holes into Laito’s face. At that moment Laito understood that whatever connection was between them was no longer there.

It had faded only to be replaced with hatred.

Too bad Yui was owned by his big brother and not him. At the end of the events, he had to give her back in Laito’s arms, even if it pained him.

Subaru couldn’t show that he had developed feelings for that little girl. Both of them knew that Laito would use it one day against him so that’s why he didn’t dare to defend himself on the table.

Subaru was afraid of losing her. Because Yui would choose Laito no matter what. So, if Subaru tried to defend himself, Laito would harm Yui.

And that is when Subaru won’t be able to do anything… He doesn’t want to live with the guilt of not being able to save her, so he had let Laito win that day.

The sound of a whimper snapped him out of his rumination and he stared down at Yui’s sleeping form. Her body was shivering from the cold breeze that Laito clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“How could you leave your body in such a state, Bitch-chan?” He pondered and grazed her bare arm. “Calling me sick when is you who wants me to ravish you. You want me to ruin you.”

Once again, his sick urges haunted his mind, and the smirk that curved his lips soon faded.

He wouldn’t allow his body to be lured by his mind… At least not for now.

Finding the blanket that rested far from her bare feet, he covered her freezing body, and skimming his lips over her forehead he placed a gentle kiss.

“May I be the one whom you dream of tonight.” He paused forcing himself to pull away. “Goodnight...”

Yui.

Chapter Five | Withered Heart

(Recommended Song: Trash by Korn)

"Until when do your broken promises turn into promises of brimful verity? Until when would you see the sober thought of my love for you? You are my dearest, my beloved, my everything... I am tearing my insides and I am offering them to your merciless hands. My soul is owned by you, my love. Yet you demand more than I have. More than I can give. My heart slowly becomes like yours. Rotten. Corrupted and unwanted. I ponder dear... Will you still hold onto me, even if I escape you?" - Yui Komori

Chaos within the heart, peace lingering in the mind.

Like a heavy storm, tearing nature in half only to solace her with a colorful beam after — its beauty to hide the damage that had been created.

Peering down at the rosy garden the merciful wind was tearing the petals of the beautiful roses. Its strong flow raised them in the air, giving them a transient dance only to abandon them right after.

Hands touching the balustrade of the balcony, I leaned dangerously close peering down at the ground. I slowly stood on my tiptoes to welcome the wind and as golden strands slapped my cheeks, I begged for my own dance.

To make me twirl and arch my back with every movement until I’m forgotten, the darkness to loom behind my closed eyelids.

Just as it was drawing me into it, wanting to pull me into its embrace, a sudden movement moved at the corner of my eye, oozing away that sensation. The longing to end what torments me.

A wave of terror chills run down my spine and I clutch the edge of my nightgown, goosebumps erupting in my pores. But it wasn’t because of the coldness that marrows me to the bone.

It was the situation I found myself entrapped into. Yearning for my end — to finally escape what seems to rack me.

The ambiance was eerily similar to the first time I was sent here to the Manor — the man who wooed me physically, captivating my attention, and leering me deeper into the dark. How the haunted memory of giving my body for him to ruin and steal something I wanted to hold to the one I truly love.

I recalled the first time I felt true pain, my feet luring me back to where I’m standing right now. Though then, I wasn’t alone.

I can still feel his cold hands encircling my waist, taunting me with words that ending my life will free myself from whatever lurks in my mind. That I will find the only thing, I can’t seek from the place I was forever trapped.

Peace.

In a trice, a light tore the dark sky in half, its sound stealing a gasp from the depths of my chest. Tipping my chin up, I stared at how the clouds slowly hid the bright moon, knowing that a storm was about to come.

My feet retreated and my head turned to the shadow that snapped me out of my rumination.

Light purple hair in a figure was standing far away in the garden, his back facing me and obscuring his facial expression from my eyesight. Yet, I didn’t have to see him to recognize who it was.

Frozen on my feet I watched Kanato plucking roses that were unharmed from the wind, his other hand clutching his teddy bear in a tight hug.

Curiosity piqued me as to why he was there. As long as I can remember Kanato hated to be in that environment. He claimed that bad memories plagued his head.

As if he could hear my thoughts, the movement on his hand froze, his body swiveling in the direction of mine. Before he could see me, I quickly withdrew into my bedroom, hiding my presence behind the thick curtains.

I didn’t want him to see me. The night he enjoyed what pained me the most, after that, I just couldn’t be near him. Resentment isn’t something I feel toward him, only scared of what he plans on doing to me.

The memory was still potent in my mind when I finally saw him after my incident. How big the scars were under his eyes, Laito’s nails forever ruining his flawless face. Because of the damage Laito had done, the dark circles underneath Kanato’s eyelids weren’t visible anymore.

Now I’m more scared to stand in the same room with him, knowing what would come from him will be ten times worse than death.

Waiting patiently to make an appearance, I peer into the long garden from where I was hidden, finding him gone. But as I made a step outside, a pain in my heart cut my airflow, suddenly not being able to breathe.

It was as if someone squeezed my throat, a knife spearing my heart.

Follow him…Follow him… Follow him.

Like ringing bells, a woman was whispering in my ear, commanding me to follow Kanato’s heels.

Wanting to refuse, my feet disobeyed me either way. Still the pain plaguing my heart, like a puppet being controlled by its master, my footfalls reached the hallway and descended the Manor’s grandiose staircase, until I was standing in the middle of the rose garden.

It was too quiet.

So quiet that chills skated up and down my spine, sensing that something was completely foreboding.

The stark wind teased the hem of my nightgown, my bare soles touching the pebbles and withered petals of the garden. I was lost — another thunderclap ripping the night sky in half.

With the force of the wind, my body was coerced to move forward — past the entrance gates and driveway. As I was dragged farther and deeper into the dark forest, the fog bit by bit enveloped the Manor and out of my line of sight.

My heart was hammering against my ribcage, yet my muscles refused to obey me. It was as if someone took me by the hand, leading me to an unknown destination.

“Yui?”

In a trice, the woman’s voice faded away along with the pain within my heart, leaving me with the fear of being alone with someone I tried for so long to stay away from.

Kanato was standing a few feet away, his eerily eyes staring deep into my soul as if he was searching for answers that I refuse to tell. Teddy was in his tight embrace and the roses he previously plucked were in his other hand, fisting them until blood was dripping down on the dirt.

I cringed.

“I asked you a question, Dolly. And I expect an answer.” He said in a clipped tone.   

Licking the bottom of my lip, I replied honestly. “…I don’t know.”

I could feel his burning gaze, lingering on my inappropriate outfit, an unreadable expression creasing his features. It seemed that he believed me, yet I knew he wouldn’t spare me the time to go back and hide.

“Come. I want to show you something.”

Without waiting for my answer, he whirled around, his footfalls departing in the dark forest. Not wanting to be alone in a place I never got to explore, my heels spread their pace, trying to catch up to Kanato.

“What is this place?” I asked hesitantly, stroking my bare arms as the coldness rattled me to the bone.

Kanato scoffed at the front. “Are you perhaps blind? A graveyard of course.”

A tune was rumbling in his chest as he marched to a specific tomb. Kneeling before it, he left the roses and silence stretched across the dreary place.

Putting some space between us, my eyes drifted to the dry blood on his palm and the hem of his sleeve. Even if the piercing wounds had healed, it didn’t prevent me from shivering at the sight.

The tune he hummed soon ended, and he heaved a sigh. “Do you know who was buried in here?”

“No.”

“It was my Mother.” Turning his head, our gazes clashed together.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said softly. And I meant it.

However, Kanato’s eyes thinned and rose to his feet. He squeezed his Teddy even tighter and clicked his tongue in irritation.

“Sorry? For what?” He barked and I flinched. “You didn’t even know her.”

Despite the fear, I tried to pose calm. “But it was your Mother. I know what feels like to lose a parent.”

He scoffed before breaking into laughter. Tears were brimming in his eyes, the sound he made reminding me of hyenas.

“You do, don’t you?” He breathed and whirled to stare at the tomb. “But I didn’t lose her, Dolly… I burnt her while she was still alive. God, just the memory does bring me the chills.”

In a trice, Kanato kicked the stone, and a scream of anger slipped his lips, causing me to recoil. He kicked it again and again and as he seemed to be in pure pain he used his fists in exchange.

“FUCKING CUNT!” He bellowed. “I had finally got rid of you, only for you to return back to me! Fuck, are you obsessed with me or something? As if tormenting your children for years wasn’t enough!”

He growled as his body was trembling in utter madness.

Suddenly a thunderclap loomed in the night sky, its loud noise causing my ears to ring. I yelp and as I covered my ears at the terrific noise, the heavy rain I long waited for, finally began.

“Kanato-” I shouted over the rain.

Even if questions lingered in my mind as to why he resented such a person as his Mother, we had to return back to Manor. It was too dangerous to stay here and frankly, I wanted to stay far away from him.

But when I tried to reach him — to jerk him back to his senses — an unwelcomed pain shot through my heart.

Badoom.

Placing my hands on the center of my breasts, I tried to calm my breathing, only to hurt even more. Shambling a few steps ahead, my knees gave me up and I collapsed in the wet mud.

I tried to blink and not let myself lose consciousness when I saw two pairs of shoes standing in front of my face. I gasped a breath, trying to reach out to him.

What is this pain, why am I feeling this way?

“K-Kanato…”

He outstretched his hands, pushing my body until I was lying on my back. At that, the patterns of the heavy rain were piercing me like knives, my nightgown clinging to my naked flesh like second skin.

I shut my eyes closed when I felt his hips straddling me — the hardness of his erection poking my flat stomach. Bile rose in my throat, knowing that I couldn’t escape him.

Badoom.

“P-please…” A sob escaped from my parted lips.

But as I tried to squirm from beneath him, his thumb stroked my damped cheek, his hot breath fanning the shell of my ear.

“Shhh… Watching you suffer in pain makes you as beautiful as a Doll.” Fisting a fistful of my hair, he leaned in to smell them and sighed as if he was in heaven. “God, the desire of me strangling you to death and then creating you in something better can make me almost climax.”

Parting his lips, he darted his tongue out and licking the base of my neck, his hips rolled against my stomach. Even if I gagged, terrified by his eerily demeanor that didn’t cease his hunger. In fact, that made him push my limits further.

“Hell, you smell like her, yet I can’t refrain.” Piercing the flesh of my neck with his fangs, I choked in a scream. He pulled back to whisper.  “Haah… Even taste like her.”

As his lips skimmed down my throat, he pushed my nightgown down, his tongue lapping the swell of my breast, sucking and nibbling not caring if that destroyed me mentally. I wanted to push him away and scuffle off but I was paralyzed.

I was like… A doll.

“Yui...” Kanato moaned my name. “Isn’t this what you like? To be pleasured until you are lost in your high?”

Leaving my nipple with a pop, his face hovered over mine. When he saw tears running down my already wet cheeks, he frowned.

“Come on don’t cry. I bet when Laito forced his way in you, your body secretly was craving for it. Isn’t that right?”

As the rain drenched us both — like a whoosh of the wind, the pain melted away and I gasped for a big breath. Without missing the opportunity, I gathered whatever saliva remained in my mouth and spat it in his face.

Before he could react, my hand reached to a nearby rock, and grabbing it I hit the side of his head. Hard.

Kanato groaned, his body falling right beside me.

I didn’t wait.

Once his weight left from above me, I hurriedly scrambled to my feet, already bolting to where we came from. His hysteric laugh boomed alongside the trees as my bare feet were pumping against the mud. And I swear I could feel the vibrations coursing through my body.

Never once did I look behind my back.

Numb.

This is what I felt.

Nothing was undulating within me. Like an empty box that had been treasured with significant possessions only for them to be snatched away against their will.

My mind was blank. Yet somehow, my body seemed to know where it was guiding me. Trusting it, I was too exhausted to dissent.

Wet footprints were I leaving behind my heels, the needles of the rain resuming outside from the open doors of the Manor. As I was sashaying the stairs, I found myself halting by the melody of an instrument.

The kind of melody that each time I hear, a frisson of overwhelming emotions floods my system. Swiveling to the side, I was now face-to-face with the door — the only thing blocking the reveal I craved to see.

Without a delay, my sweaty palm hovered over the knob, and twisting it, I pushed myself inside.

As the door fell close behind me, my eyes drifted to where the melody was coming from and froze, transfixed to the display in front of me.

At the far corner was Laito — his figure behind a dark piano. As his long thin fingers touched with such passion the ivory keys, his posture moved along with the outcome tune. His eyelids were closed, putting all his trust in his hands. Sweat was glistening on his forehead, his brows lining into a knob of crossness and fury.

The melody he dared to summon had such fervor and vehemence as if it was a love song for a past lover that was now long gone. His posture leaned close to the instrument, dipping his head, leading to red strands of hair falling on his eyes and blocking my access to seeing the emotions that were drawn in his features.

The only thing I could admire was the enchanting melody. Though, it made me curious as to whom that song was written for. It was full of love — yet his fingers thrusted into the lowest keys, creating a darker tune, mixing the melody between love and hate.

It was like this past relationship was twisting in a knob of happiness, just to be untied with brutality.

In a trice, warmness skated over my freezing body, the need to be close to him, potent. I wanted to wrap my hands around his shoulders, my lips to kiss his cold neck. To share the emotions that looked like they tortured him.

For once, I wanted to be his partner…

Not his prey. Not his puppet. Not his plaything.

Nothing.

But before I’m allowed to close our proximity, his fingers slipped from the keys, a single wrong note ruining the bubble of my thoughts in an instant.

“I must admit that the nerves you have are something to be admired.” Not turning his head in my direction, he continued. “Tell me… Was my brother’s comfort that great?”

Finally, he faced me, his emerald eyes pinning me down. He didn’t wear his fedora hat, his long hair swaying with the breeze from the open window after him. It took me long, to realize that the curtains were drawn, welcoming the angry patters of the rain inside the big room.

I was so amazed by the melody. So lost by the magic he can muster.

My numb fingers grazed the two holes in the side of my neck, feeling the scab beneath my touch.

It isn’t what it seems! I begged to be freed! I didn’t want this!

A scream inside me wanted to say those words out loud, yet all I did was stand there observing him. For once, a strange expression was curved in his features, and suddenly I was inclined to find out the cause.

He looked as if he was in pure malady. As if his soul was fighting against the dark past.

Laito seemed to read my thoughts, clicking his tongue in vexation as a response. With a blink of an eye, he was in front of me, his hand snaking around my throat.

“Quit looking at me with such disappointment!” He snarled, his face inches away from mine. “Hooking up with another man, just to run back to my embrace. Like a fragile little girl… Not having someone to depend on!”

Even if his hand converted into my new necklace, he didn’t fetter my airflow. Since my flight or fight mode didn’t kick in, my forefingers met his cold cheek, caressing his skin — my own tears spilling free.

I didn’t know why.

It just felt right.

To shed tears for someone that it wasn’t me.

Because if it wasn’t love. It sure was a bond. A bond that both of our strings entangled created feelings that my old self wasn’t even aware that they existed.

Right now, he didn’t see me.

The one he was grasping was the one who turned him the way he was.

His past lover.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

Kiss me until I swallow that sorrowful grimace of yours. Kiss me until you can only see me. Not her. Kiss me to the point we forget the world around us. Until the very source of light and sound fades away.

Just kiss me…

My forefinger brushed his bottom lip, tugging at it — my own lips parting in anticipation.

For a while his eyes fell closed, leaning to my touch, his hand around my neck growing slack. Inside his head, he was fighting battles, yet his body was closing our proximity bit by bit. In the end, his hard chest had collided with mine.

His body was so cold, but I wasn’t sad because I couldn’t feel his heat… On the contrary, I was happy that for once my own form was cold too.

We had a common. I felt closer to him.

“Laito…” I begged.

Shaking his head once, the next he pulled away — the atmosphere we created shredding into a million pieces. My chest tightened, the rejection hitting harder than I had predicted.

Turning his back to me, he walked back to the piano. “Go.” He cut me off.

“I didn’t kiss him.” I reasoned.

“I know.”

“I wouldn’t give him my body.”

“…I know.”

“Even then you were in my mind,” I said this time more falteringly.

It was the truth.

The night he had visited me secretly it was all for me to brim full of hope. Every time I was distracted by other things, it was him who would pop into my head randomly.

Because while he had the chance to kill me… He didn’t.

Observing how his fingers kissed the milky keys, I chewed my bottom lip harshly until the taste of coppery was heavily on my tongue. It was something to distract me from the desire to run up to him and beg until I humiliated myself.

Of course, he didn’t respond.

His forefingers played the first notes, the aura of the melody haunting my ears and back to my ideation of what troubled his dead heart.

I remained still waiting for him to end his play and to look at me. I didn’t move from my spot not even when my teeth started to jitter. Not even when my toes and my fingers turned blue from the cold. Not even when my every limb had become numb to the point I couldn’t move them anymore.

I just waited patiently for him to meet my eyes — for once to acknowledge my presence and see that I was not an object.

Something to prove to myself that deep down… He cared.

Yet…

He didn’t once.

[lunastarnight]

Another small writing thing. This one's mostly about Den, and got inspired by the first/second chapter of 'Iris Japonica' by @turkeyinnovember over on AO3. (Once again, sorry for any mistakes, tips/criticism are appreciated)

Honestly? This felt fucking weird.

Den hadn't quite gotten used to this whole thing, how were you supposed to get used to something like this anyways? Yeah, just casually assended to Godhood, no big deal.

It had honestly even taken time to just adjust to the changes of her own body. She felt taller for some reason, couple inches at least. The sharp teeth had been annoying, Den biting her cheek and tounge accidentally, but now her teeth making them bleed. And those claws had been suprising as well, Den almost scaring herself when those accidentally came out, but now they were quite useful, wether it be cutting stuff up for dinner, putting holes where ever needed, or threatening Ivan on occasion.

The changes in her body had been managable, but her mind...The Souls she had absorbed back at the Tournament were quite talkative, and it was quite hard to concentrate on things like work, when you had hundrets of voices in your head, from god knows where or when, most of which weren't shy about sharing their opinions, and even less about starting fights.

"You're drawing yourself like that?"

"Seriously? This is what you call a job?"

"Might I suggest something more calming?"

"Madam, I'm sure your husband will provide, there's no need for you to work."

Den sighed in annoyance, rubbing her temples as if the pressure could make the voices go away. "Can you shut up? Yes, I'm drawing myself like this, yes this is my job, I would be calm if you were quiet, and my husband is already working, just like me. So, whoever you guys are, fuck off!"

Den had never bothered to learn their names. Why should she? There were too many anyways, and it wasn't like she liked them. She knew some names, one of the guys constantly telling her to "settle down", "let the husband do the work" and "go look after your children" (even though she didn't have any besides her dog) was named James, or something like that. There was a shrill one ironically named Karen, some guy sounding like he'd belong in a Skate Park with a B name, and a suprisingly young child who Den was pretty sure was named Tom. He was one of her favourites, suprisingly optimistic, even if his constant demand for sugar could get excausting.

Later, when she tried to make dinner, things didn't get any better.

"How about a nice, hot soup?"

"Ice Cream! Ice Cream!"

"Let's just get takeout, way less work"

Den slammed her hand down on the counter. "I'm the one that actually needs to eat, I'm making Pasta, and that's final!"

Christian, having heard the commotion, came into the kitchen, standing in the doorway with a mixture of confusion and worry on his face. "Yo, you good in here?"

Den sighed. She didn't know. Her eyes started watering when she admitted to herself what she had been avoiding for the last couple weeks. She didn't know. She honestly had just been feeling more mentally drained every day, always having voices in her head, always breaking up fights, having to listen to complaints...she was loosing it. She was loosing it., and she had no idea what that meant for herself, the others, or the souls. She didn't know anything. Wasn't she a god? Gods were supposed to know this stuff right? They were supposed to know stuff about their powers, weren't they?

She slowly got pulled back from her rabbit hole of endless questions when she felt a hand on her shoulder, Christian now standing next to her, looking at her worriedly.

Without looking up, she spoke, admitting what she never thought she would ever have to say.

"No...I'm not."

[popodoki]

First let me say I'm a big fan, your smut is delicious every single time!

Second feel free to ignore this and only take the deserved compliment, but if you take requests by any chance it would make my day if you could write some Catwin where they have fun with a butt plug. Imagine one with a tail attached, so Catwin! Again I have no idea if you take requests so if not, totally fine! Thank you for all the works so far, I think I speak for multiple people when I say your drabble collection fics are like life support <3

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(obviously) NSFW under the cut!

Edwin feels too feeble to even pant, chest struggling to heave for breath with whatever strength he has left. Tingles of warmth have long changed into bursts, sparks that stay trapped underneath his skin, skittering, dancing all over, continuously sending signals of pleasure up to his brain that feels like it’s about to collapse inward under the strain of feedback. It borders, teethers on the very edge of pain, real, sharp. Edwin shakes his head wildly to and fro on the pillow he’s sweating into, but the sensations don’t stop. His barely half-hard cock gives a feeble twitch where it lays, in a small pool of his own come, across his lower stomach. Fingers mercilessly caress, tug, pinch at the swollen flushed red area of his chest. His ass barely manages to clench down on the plug inside of him, placed so deeply, angled so perfectly against all of his sweet, sensitive spots, he imagines it might’ve been specifically made for him. The fur of the tail attached to the base feels wet as it brushes against his cheeks with ever roll of his hips. Edwin’s not sure if he’s clenching down to hold, or trying to push it out, by now.  

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, sweat turns from drop to bead to near rivulets running down into the bedding. At some point his own tremulous whine pierces through the fog around his brain, his senses, and Edwin keens all the more, stunned at how weak he sounds. A shiver runs down his spine and seemingly stays there, heightening the stuttered jerks of his hips even as warm calloused palms sweep from chest, to neck, to cradle his face in a gentle grip meant to soothe. 

“Shh,” the Cat King whispers against his sweat-slick nape, nose pressed to wet slightly curling hair, “I’ve got you.” Fingers skate over his open mouth, drag across, drag down his bottom lip. “I’ll give you what you need.” A warm tongue nudges in, in, in over his lips, brushing over the roof of his mouth from the back of his teeth to as far as it can stretch, and back. After it retreats, fangs nip at his lips. 

Edwin tastes a mild tang of iron as he swallows. He shakes, he aches. He begs. 

“Nnh, no please,” fumbles off his lips first, followed by more. Pleas, tremulous whines, tear-filled gasps, echoes of surrender, vague threats.  

Teeth snap together with a clack, narrowly missing his tongue, as Edwin’s jaw clenches around a hiss that escapes nonetheless, piercing the air as his head thumps back against the pillow, his ass grounding down against the pressure of the plug filling him, pushed in impossibly deeper, closer, by fingers curling in a grip around the start of the attached tail, nudging against the base. Hips shake, feet tangle in the sheets in uncoordinated kicks to get away, get away. The plug follows, hard unyielding silicone dragging along his inner walls. Fingers follow, fingertips scratching red little lines up the inside of his hips, nails biting crescent shapes into the side of his knee. Lips follow, pressed softy, soothingly next to the stinging press of claws. A rough wet-hot tongue follows, licking a stripe through the slick that covers Edwin’s lower stomach, replacing the sensation of slowly drying come with rapidly cooling saliva dribbling down in rapid lines along his pelvis, coating the base of his cock.  

The Cat King spits on the head of Edwin’s half-hard cock, wetting the slit.  

Fingers on the base of the plug suddenly push in hard and fast, with a twist of a wrist at the end of the movement, that serves to press the rounded tip of the plug against the entirety of Edwin’s swollen sensitive prostate. 

Edwin’s cock, still nowhere near fully hard, unable to rise again no matter the ministrations, slit dry save for the Cat King’s spit, abruptly twitches and jerks as his whole body seizes up, clenching so hard around the plug it hurts, it hurts. As his cock softens fully, after a completely dry orgasm, Edwin’s mouth remains locked wide, soundless. Arms shudder violently, hands clenching in the bedding as he strains to push himself up, a whine torn from his throat at the effort, voice stuttering on a weak groan as he manages, and finally stills. 

For a given measure of still, anyway. Edwin’s shivering, heaving for breath like he just surfaced from the bottom of the ocean. Sitting across from him, the Cat King’s eyes rove over every inch of his skin like he’s unsure what part of Edwin to focus on. Under his lover’s heavy, adoring gaze, Edwin narrowly gets his own hands out of the way before collapsing back onto the bedding, feeling heavy, hot, sticky and empty. He’s not sure how to properly control his limbs, but luckily his lover understands the feeble twitching half-lift of his arms, follows the signal with a small wave of his hands, the tingle of magic sweeping over in a cleansing haze, and then there’s the Cat King wrapping himself all around Edwin, arms draped protectively around his middle, chin resting gently on Edwin’s chest. They sigh in tandem, twin sounds of contentment. Edwin’s eyes slowly flutter closed as most of the weight of his lover sinks down onto the bedding next to him.  

“So, that was as good for you as it looked for me, yeah?” 

Edwin tilts his head towards the sound of the Cat King’s voice. Eyes still closed, he smiles, choosing to nod instead, though also deciding at the last second to add a pondering hmm. His smile widens, showing his teeth in a grin, at his lover’s questioning noise.  

“Well, if we really want to know the answer to that question, you’d have to be able to compare the experiences properly...” 

[blackbird-brewster]

You Give Me Fever

Tara/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 1960 Fills: Sensation Play (for @cmkinkbingo2024), Heatwave (for @storiesofsvu bday bingo) Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Married Sex, Established Relationship, Ice Play, Oral Sex, Fingering

A heatwave pushes Tara's menopausal hot flashes into overdrive. Luckily for her, her wife knows just how to cool her down.

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Tara growled in discomfort as she stuck her head in the kitchen freezer. DC was in the middle of a heatwave and the soaring temperatures, plus the recent onset of menopause had her feeling like she was going to combust from her hot flashes. There was just a constant fever under her skin, boiling her alive from the inside out. She was absolutely miserable.

Emily chuckled, taking in the sight of her wife in nothing but a pair of shorts, head completely hidden behind the open freezer door. "Guess I don't have to ask how you're doing today."

"This fucking sucks."

Emily grabbed a clean kitchen towel and wet it with cool water. She draped it over Tara's neck, then wrapped her arms around her waist. "Yeah, I hated this part."

Tara pushed her wife's arms off. "Too hot for cuddling, Em."

"Well, will you at least come out of the freezer for a second so you can kiss me good morning?"

"Shit. Sorry," Tara replied. She did as requested, abandoning her cold sanctuary so she could kiss her partner. Emily's hands naturally moved back to Tara's hips and she was fairly certain they were going to leave handprints branded into her flesh, like a searing hot iron. "Em, hands!"

Emily removed them, holding them up in the air quickly. "Wow. That bad, huh?"

"I feel like every part of my body is made of lava. Who the fuck invented menopause? This shit is torture!"

Emily bit her tongue to keep from laughing at her wife's misfortune. She was only a handful of years older than Tara, but she was already on the tail end of menopause herself. For the most part, Emily skated through the process without suffering through the worst symptoms. She'd only experienced hot flashes for the first couple of months, but they were mild compared to the emotional instability that followed. Mood swings, outbursts, crying at every SPCA commercial, Emily spent nearly two years at the mercy of her hormones. Tara lovingly laughed at her at the time, but now that the tables had turned, Emily thought better of returning the teasing. Not when her wife looked like a polar bear trying to stay afloat on the last piece of ice in the whole Arctic Sea.

"What can I do?" Emily asked.

Tara groaned, her shoulders slumping in helplessness. "Go buy fifty bags of ice and pack me in the tub with it until this stupid heatwave passes?"

Emily tapped her finger on her chin as if to ponder this request. "Well, the ice is going to melt by the time I get it home. You might have to strip down and hop directly into the freezer section at Giant."

Tara's sour expression softened. "Tempting, but I think that'd cause quite a scene."

"True," Emily replied thoughtfully. "The headlines would read 'Deranged FBI Agent Caught Naked Amidst Frozen Vegetables'. I'm sure the bureau would love that."

"Nah, I'd definitely be in the ice cream aisle. At least I could eat my feelings while staying cool."

"Hm, ice cream and you naked," Emily grinned. "All we'd be missing was whipped cream."

Tara laughed and offered her hand, instantly pulling Emily into a hug as soon as she'd accepted the gesture. "I love you."

Emily kissed her softly, while mindfully leaving a couple of inches between their bodies. "I love you too. Now, what do you want for breakfast?"

Tara decided the momentary torture of having her wife pressed against her was worth it as she pulled her into a deeper kiss. A pulse of heat moved through her body, settling between her legs, and sending her into a fever. She kept kissing Emily while backing her into the counter, clawing at her shirt to pull it up and over her head.

This was, admittedly, the most surprising menopausal symptom to-date. While a large portion of people experienced lowered libido during menopause, Tara was on the opposite end of the spectrum. She'd become absolutely insatiable lately. She felt like a teenager again, one kiss or intimate touch from Emily would send Tara into a horny frenzy. The pair had been together for going on eight years, but their sex life had always been excellent. They'd actually become more sexual the longer they'd been together and yet, none of that compared to how much sex they were having ever since Tara hit menopause.

At least once a week, she'd come marching into Emily's office, locking the door and closing the blinds behind her. Emily was more than happy to help her wife get off, but after a stint of extremely close calls the fear of getting caught was too much to handle. They'd agreed to stop hooking up at work from now on, which only meant Tara was on her wife non-stop at home.

It was a Saturday morning, no case, no other engagements, all the time in the world.

Tara ravished Emily with kisses starting at her neck, moving down to her clavicles, then very inch of her bare chest. The need to fuck her far superseding the hot flash still flushing her skin. From the day they met in a New York police station, to their wedding a few years ago, to this moment, Tara had never been able to resit Emily Prentiss.

"Bed," she muttered into hurried kisses. She pulled Emily off the counter, their lips never parting as she started leading her back to the bedroom.

By the time she was pushing Emily onto the mattress, they were both naked. Tara nudged a knee between Emily's thighs, grinding against her clit while they made out. She wasn't surprised for it to be met with slick arousal. She grabbed Emily's waist and guided her hips up and down her thigh, "You like that, baby?"

It was rhetorical, but Emily nodded all the same. "Fuck, you know I do."

They'd barely started, yet sweat was already beaded at Tara's brow. She quickly used the back of her hand to wipe her forehead, trying not to let her dysfunctional temperature regulation ruin the moment. As Emily continued riding her thigh, Tara slipped a hand between her own legs, running her fingertips through her wetness. Ever spot her fingers touched came alight with fire, her cunt felt like it was going to ignite if she kept touching herself. The sensation was so jarring, she jerked her hand away as if she'd physically touched a hot stove.

Emily looked at her wife with pity. "Oh god, is this awful for you?"

"No, no," Tara replied. "It's great..."

"Tara, you're already sweating on me," Emily laughed, as she pushed her wife off of her.

Tara burst into laughter too, plopping onto her back on the mattress next to Emily. They caught their breaths while staring up at the ceiling fan as it gently wobbled with each rotation.

Emily finally rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one hand while they other ghosted up Tara's stomach without actually touching her. "You know, we may not have enough ice to pack the tub....but, we definitely have enough to play with."

Tara grinned and tipped her head in agreement. "Now that could be fun."

Without another word, Emily pressed a kiss to her lips and got up to run back to the kitchen. Barely a minute later, she returned with a cup in hand, ice cubes softly clinking and sliding against the glass. Another cube was already pressed between Emily's lips, she dipped down and traced it over the shape of Tara's mouth, before kissing her deeply to pass the ice off to her.

Tara eagerly sucked on it, enjoying the cool liquid as it slid down her throat. Even just the little bit of water gave some relief to her current discomfort. She moaned in satisfaction and looked to Emily expectantly. "Go ahead, love. Cool me down."

Emily kissed her way down the length of Tara's chest. She took another ice cube in her teeth and teased circles around her nipples until they grew taut. The ice melted down, leaving trickles of liquid rolling down Tara's breasts, until it began to pool in the valley between them. Emily trailed the tip of her tongue through the water, before leaning back up to share it with her wife in a passionate kiss.

Tara tangled both hands in Emily's grey hair, pulling her closer into a fierce kiss. Just like that, the fiery mixture of arousal and heat simmered under her skin again. "Fuck me, Em."

Emily placed sloppy kisses down her torso, flicking an eager tongue here and there as she went. She got comfortable between Tara's thighs and fished another cube from the glass. It was already half-melted, so she wasted no more time, quickly sucking it into her lips she glided it over Tara's clit.

Her hips jerked from the stark contrast of freezing cold and molten heat. It felt absolutely incredible. She spurred Emily on by stroking her fingers through her hair while she lazily traced the ice through Tara's folds. She moaned, already lost in the experience. "That's so fucking good, baby."

The last of the ice turned to water, mixing with Tara's increasing wetness. Emily curled her tongue into her cunt, taking with it the cold sensation. Tara's hand tightened in her wife's hair as she blew gently against her cunt, only elevating the cool feeling.

Emily repeated the cycle with another cube, gently fucking Tara with it until it melted completely against her skin. She'd always been good with her tongue, she could have Tara coming over and over with little else, but the added sensation of the ice truly brought a whole new level to Emily's oral prowess.

Tara writhed underneath her, gasping, moaning, her fingertips digging into any part of Emily she could get a hold on. Within minutes, her hot flash was long forgotten as her cunt ached and throbbed from the cold touch of ice and Emily's skilled mouth.

Emily fucked her tongue deep into her wife, the tip of her nose brushing against Tara's clit with each motion. When Emily ran out of ice, she tipped the remaining water in the glass into her mouth, then sucked on two fingers to cool them before she slipped them into Tara.

"Ohhh, fucccck, right there, yes, yes, yes!" Tara's hips rocked in time with each motion Emily made, until she was gasping through sharp breaths, panting and pleading as Emily finally pushed her over the edge.

Emily fucked her through the orgasm while still using her tongue to lap up the mixture of cum and water soaking her wife's cunt. She replaced her fingers with her tongue, happily humming in delight at the taste, trying to lick up every drop. When she was satisfied with her work, she crawled up the bed on all fours, lowering herself on top of Tara once more to kiss her so she could enjoy the very last bit of cold before it warmed in her mouth.

Tara pulled away with a dazed grin, her freckled nose scrunching up in sheer bliss. "Holy shit, babe."

Emily folded her arms to rest her chin on them while she watched her wife recover underneath her. "How's your hot flash?"

Tara pretended to think for a moment, then in the flash of an eye she'd flipped their positions to pin Emily underneath her. "Ohhhh, I'm sure it'll subside," she rolled off the bed with a twinkle in her eye, "Especially after I refill the glass and return the favour."

[yeahcurrahhe-e]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝐈’𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

〚 𝐉.𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐁𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓 〛

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ mentions of blood, swearing

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 how many soldiers could be jostled into a transport car, not much concern served towards the reality of being coerced into a position of ass to ankles; the men of Easy were just grateful to be released from the frozen prison of Bastogne.

Staff Sergeant Y/N Y/L/N, Easy’s only female member, relished shortly in the relief from the Belgian town’s bitter pang that resonated to her very bones. Even as they rode miles away from the wasteland of ice and destruction, the chill skated over her bones — a ghost she’s unsure will ever go away regardless of physical distance and crossed out calendar days.

The cinder of relief is quick to be extinguished with a fleeting glimpse to her hands as they clutch the truck bed’s rail; a gesture most of the men do now, some with a scrutiny pooled in their eyes as they traced each fingernail and the skin around it, as if pondering the origin of every blemish and bruise that emerged. She’s no exception for the past time, her own eyes beholding the dried blood that was stagnant in the divets of her nails, the grot from clawing at the earth to scramble over bodies as German artillery sparked across the stars. The hands that gripped the grayish, cold ones of dying boys as they bled out in a cradle of snow, their lips that once mingled with laughter imploring for their mothers or their lives. The hands that would numbly extract the dog tags amidst wounds, pat their shoulders in a silent prayer for salvation. But, after everything she’s seen and done, she doubted God was listening.

She was suffocated with far more irritation than sadness, cheeks flushed a subtle crimson to ward off conversation from all the chattering men encompassing her, some tossing cigarette cartons about to the earnest clutches of their buddies, some passing chuckles through discussion. The irritation wasn’t to be pinpointed towards any man before her, each just accidental victims absorbing the contempt for another man; the man who she had disputed well into a brisk evening a week prior about a night patrol, about excluding Eugene Jackson, only to have it hacked down by him — Johnny Martin.

Now, Eugene Jackson, a young man who fibbed to enlist, was in a shallow alley grave hollowed out by replacements, a somber act she had to oversee by order of the same man who put him there.

A skimming glimpse among the beaming, starry-eyed soldiers around her now, now only ached her head; her cruel mind imagining the missing young men in their midst, the ones presently in similar makeshift graves across the French countryside. None of them seemed to regard the dour gaze being pinned on them by her.

Well, maybe one did. And it was the usual suspect.

“Hey, Sergeant Y/L/N,” the voice shot through her dourness, trembling the contempt that snagged her in an iron clasp, and simultaneously soothed the ache in her chest yet piqued her irritation.

The irritation was a byproduct from an achy soul she could no longer recognize as her own; one that which wished, with a devastating extent, that she was still in her icy foxhole. She had no desire to be cradled in a life where she was broken and bruised, wrecked from the inside out by war. And that’s why Y/N wished that she remained crouched against the icy soil of Bastogne, alright with letting the falling bullets take her away, take her away from the death and dying men.

“Jesus, you’ve been quiet ever since we got on here, just making sure you’re fucking alright,” Joseph Liebgott haphazardly gestured a mock surrender, a prompt wind rumpling about his slick hair that he evidently had passed a hand through numerous times.

“And?” She inquired in something teetering on a disinterested mutter. In stark contrast, her chest was filled with this tightening feeling of misery, letting it scorch her gradually from the inside. It was an emotional juxtaposition that had her brain in an unfair game of tug-of-war presently.

“Lighten up, ya know? We ain’t in Bastogne no more,” Joe muttered, evocative of someone desperate and urgent, rather than the typical pool of blandness in his voice; he had shared a foxhole with her for the entirety of their defense of Bastogne, gazed numerously upon her face blemished with a mix of the dirt that had been flung up by the explosion and blood that belonged to her and those that laid not too far from their carve in the earth, only for her to juxtapose it with a bout of melodic laughter.

Such laughter lingered in the crisp, deathly air for the first few weeks, and he saw as it dissipated with each last drawn breath of fellow soldiers, as more artillery cascaded down in ashy rainfall, and more supplies were spent in a desperate strife for survival. He hadn’t seen a drawing of a smile on her lips for weeks, her throat dry of laughter, how her eyes absorbed the light of the day as she dipped her head to greet him, in weeks.

Y/N shifted to face him, almost amused at his selection of words; their gazes were now fervid with fluttering chaos and madness, a sharp ache in their expressions from either a twist of irritation or guilt. Her radiating dismay and frustration could be felt in the confined truck bed, as if she was burning it off like a furnace. How dare he? Lighten up?! He was welcome to be the one to bury Jackson, pen letters of condolence to the Muck and Penkala families.

“You’re kidding me,” she had a sneer in her voice that extended to her eyes, their exasperation standing equal now, black marks on their consciousnesses, “I’ve gone through goddamn shit — there’s no recovering from it just because they’re buried and their condolence letters have been signed.”

“We all fucking have, but ‘ya still have to be happy. Why give the Kraut assholes the satisfaction of killing you inside out?” Joe asserted firmly, words slicing rather than tumbling through the dry air, “Don’t go and tell me to shut up; you think Muck, Jackson, or Penkala would want you to throw yourself in the shitter? You, the only female staff sergeant in the goddamn military? You, the one who spent every evening checking on each foxhole in Bastogne? If you give up…shit, we’re all good as dead.”

“You’re right,” there was no agitation in her voice, as if wearied with this casting of rather familiar declarations of what they may clinically diagnose as combat fatigue. Y/N knew the extent to which he loved her, and how parallel her love for him burned in return. He worshipped her, the ground that her boots graced, her eyes that scattered the nascent rays of dawn, her body that was flawlessly lined with muscles from physical undertakings, her light skin decorated by subtle freckles, her hair a beam of light if could weave itself into a strand. And her mind, that remarkable brain of hers that solved problems that thwarted military geniuses, and those of any age and more. Hell, she may even selfishly conclude that he fights solely for her at this point. And she fought for him too. “Fuck. You’re too good at saving your ass, Liebgott.”

The lull of his name of her tongue had his eyes drowning with something deviating between satisfaction and adoration, nearly vulnerable, novel territory for Joseph Liebgott to venture into.

“Eh, you give me a lot of experience,” he tsked with a curl of a smirk, a crafty murmur passing by her ear.

“Bite me,” Y/N rolled her eyes, a scoff spurting from parted lips, similar to a wisp of cigarette smoke; a dense proximity was between them now, a sensory overload kindled by her simper of scorn, his none too gentle murmur, and an intense stare bridged between their eyes.

“If you say so,” he hummed, only for Y/N to scuff the rear of his head with the heel of her palm to silence his pride.

[prolix-yuy]

Writers' Iron Chef #9: My Everything and Beyond

[PROMPT] Song lyrics from Leon Bridges’ “Beyond” “Do you think I’m being foolish if I don’t rush in?

I’m scared to death that she might be it That the love is real That the shoe might fit She might just be my everything and beyond”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional, 10 minutes prep. time 30 minutes writing time Optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: T, some angsty Marcus, overthinking galore, lotsa sweetness. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Summary: He's never named the feeling in his chest, but it's as much a part of him as he wants you to be,

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 9.

To ease myself back into writing after the holidays, here's a little fun with Marcus. I am a classically trained overthinker, so I thought it would be fun to see Marcus trying his darnedest to not keep making the same mistakes. I love these prompts as little writing warmups, and while this one got a little belabored in the metaphor it definitely got my wheels turning! Thanks to @writersironchef for always giving the best prompts!

He was wrong before, and that’s what scares him now. This twisting, aching, anxious feeling scrambling in his chest is so close to what he felt for Teresa, but with sharper teeth. Claws that scrape and dig between his ribs. And words that drift up and past his ears like steam from an unattended teapot ready to burst into song.

You love her.

You love her.

You love her.

But Marcus doesn’t know when to trust that voice anymore. Every time it’s hissed softly into his hopeful ear his heart took the damage. College girlfriend who balked at his promise ring. A wife gained, a wife lost. Another proposal dashed to bits on the cold concrete. This feeling is a liar, a trickster that beats against its confines no matter how hard Marcus tries to ignore it. 

When you looked at him for the first time, more than the passing glance he waited for every morning, it tapped tentatively against his sternum.

When your morning greetings grew from “Hello Marcus!” to “I wish you never told me about The Subject was Roses, I cried for an hour after. You better have lunch free to talk about it!” it skated up his spine like ascending notes on a xylophone. 

And finally, after six dinners at the same terrible Chinese place between your apartment when he admitted he wished all of them had been dates, it dug its claws into his chest and held still for a breath.

But when you smiled over the lip of your beer, and said “Haven’t they been?” it roared.

Falling in love was Marcus’ true profession, but was he ever lousy at staying employed. Not for lack of trying, and after Teresa he realized maybe for an abundance of trying. So with you he wrestles the tremors of excitement back. He’s going to play it cool, play it slow. Dampen the voice that begs him to kiss you, hold you, tell you every little thing he wants and desires and what he’ll do to give you the world.

He’s going to do it right this time.

But every time he tries not to linger on your touch, he finds his hands ghosting over your skin. Your teases set his face ablaze, needing to take several laps around the office to regain his composure. And the last few times he’d watched you mount your steps, saying goodnight with a beat longer than necessary before heading inside, he wanted to follow. 

He knows he’s getting close to trouble now. The worst part is how much you’re stoking this feeling, and how hard it's becoming to resist. All he wants to do is quell the ache ponging around his stomach, but your last moments each night are spent obsessing over whether now is the time to kiss you. And if it is, can he stop once he’s started?

You’re starting to notice, and it’s only making it worse. The pendulum has swung too far in the other direction, and now Marcus is positively glacial in his courtship. Thinking about it makes his jaw ache, the twin desires of tell her everything and don’t scare her off become a torturous purgatory of his own devising.

Tonight the air is crisp, and you’re walking closer than usual. He took you to a cozy Mediterranean place this time, the vegetal spice of oregano and grape leaves still dancing on his tongue. You’d slipped your hand into his, tucking both into his overcoat pocket and the closeness makes the feeling rabid.

You love her.

I like her. A lot. 

Tell her you love her.

I’ll scare her away.

Tell her you need her.

Stop it.

Kiss her kiss her taste her take her.

Marcus barely realizes he’s climbed the steps with you before he’s there, your hand still in his and your smile soft on your lips. He’s at a loss, all the words he’s warring with trapped in his throat. 

“I…” he manages to croak out.

“Marcus,” you interrupt, opening your front door. If he could just focus for a moment, concentrate on the perfect arrangement of words to let you know how he feels without being too much, too fast, too soon.

“What are you waiting for?”

Your question quells the feeling for the first time in…Marcus isn’t sure how long. But it finally settles, like a feral cat come to love its home. And Marcus finally breathes.

“For you,” he says, chasing your smile as long as you’ll let him.

END

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How did your OCs get their scars?

Oooooh, thank you!! Most of my OCs have a lot of scars from various events/battles/whatever, so I'm gonna pick one scar/moment for each and talk about that :D

Rae: Has matching scars across the outsides of her forearms - Warren, brainwashed by Apocalypse, had sliced out at her with one of his metal wings, and she threw up her arms impulsively to block it.

Robin: Has various small, pale scars on her face from when she used her sonic abilities to rescue her brother from being captured - she used sound waves to resonate within a pair of metal restraints, the restraints shattered and she was cut by the shrapnel.

Madison: Has a scar on her stomach from the event that brought her to the X-Mansion to begin with - she was ambushed by the Brotherhood and stabbed by Azazel, and they unceremoniously dumped her at the mansion for the X-Men to deal with.

Ophelia: Has a burn scar on her shoulder from fighting Molten Man, when he threw a ball of magma at her and she didn't dodge far enough to avoid being burned.

Gia: Has a lot of scars left from HYDRA's tests of her healing ability, as they attempted to see what her body would be able to handle as long as her clover (that holds her life force) isn't damaged.

Jasper: Has patchy scars on their knees from when they were first learning to skate - most of the time they wore kneepads, but sometimes they fell without them and scraped up their knees.

Kestrel: Has a puncture scar at the hollow of their throat, from when they were hooked by a Sasabonsam (Akan folklore, batlike creature with iron teeth and claws) while on a mission in Ghana.

Katherine: Nothing exciting, but has a scar at the base of her left thumb from trying to swap out the blade in a craft knife and slipping.

Quinn: Has scars on the outsides of her palms, from when she'd grabbed a concrete lip while parkouring and didn't realize there were old pigeon spikes affixed to it. Thankfully they didn't puncture all the way through, but it was enough to scrape her pretty deep.

Eris: Has a scar on the underside of their bicep, where they claim to have been shot with an arrow by Genghis Khan (though of course, nobody else was alive to confirm it, so who knows?)

Nikoletta: Has track-mark scars at the insides of her elbows from her time at STAR Labs, since they put her through so many repeated injections to try and link her to the shadow realm.

Jimmy: Not counting the obvious bullet wound in his chest... he has a little dent in the meat of his forearm from where he was bitten by a very temperamental macaw while doing his work in the aviary.

[lauvra]

I shot guns in a videogame. I abstained from sex and masturbation. I quit caffeine. I wrote your last words, painted over them then turned them into an acrostic poem. I smoked one cigarette every ten minutes to fill a rental apartment with smoke and my lungs with tar. I sugar-soaped the walls and moved into the crawlspace of a place by the beach. I ushered the wrong people into forgiveness and said far too much to curious folks who didn't care. I wouldn't watch romance in movies or hug men. I danced in gay clubs and bought drugs. I walked on the opposite side of the street from the bar. I screamed while my friends apologised to strangers, laughed and corrected chairs in my path of destruction. You messaged a day later, asked how I was doing, "fine," I said. I drank coffee 'til 2am and sold my car. I leaned over the rooftop facing Luna Park, looking for you in happy strangers on the street below. I put the link in bio. I took on debt to move farther from you but ended up in a studio beside a skate park. Yikes. With each move I refused to let others carry your painting, fearing they'd damage it. I tanned, stretched, lifted iron and listened to subliminal sleep tapes for self esteem. I quit smoking and stopped answering calls. I caught planes not caring whether they'd land. I underlined text in A Lover's Discourse in Prahran square. I bought a piano and passed you in the rain. I convinced myself I caused the earthquake. I had a second ocean baptism and got a new job. When I panicked in the second week, my boss said "this is about a larger thing". I watched milestone fireworks and felt nothing. I grew sharp claws, painted them cherry red. You walked past me standing with a friend as I launched into cruel criticism of someone from before we'd met. Karma, I guess. I lived by your perception and treated everybody with suspicion. I got a gym membership and therapist. He said "maybe you aren't ready to change yet". I touched a petal on every roadside flower and thought about something you said. I mouthed thank-you in silence at pedestrian crossings remembering "they can't hear you!" I got a new job and two cherubs tattooed on my forearm. The cops did a welfare check. I went on a date to a jazz bar, then an open mic poetry night and fled before it finished. I wrote you bad, I wrote you fair, I wrote you real. I had sex with a divorcee. I sang sad things and sought religious experiences at gigs. I met with a deployed American with a penchant for gore thinking maybe he'd kill me, a mercy, then didn't give him a good enough opportunity. I searched up, beneath and inside. I bought a gold ring to feel a little like you at the end of each day. I wished the non-follower view was you, knowing it was not. I got a new job and moved to the other side of the city then wrote I was free. Two weeks later you tagged all down my street. My bad, another Goliath mishap. Fuck. I brushed my hands against the paint, drank four bottles of wine in one week and wrote in recollection. I moved again and quit the workforce. I had Penny's teeth cleaned, mine pulled and stumbled through the city in a borrowed jacket. I wondered what exactly you were so afraid you'd say under general anaesthetic. I forgot I, then remembered again. I put a painting in an exhibit, got a new therapist and joined a support group. I've walked you off, taken over a thousand showers, laughed, cried, scowled, searched obituaries and whispered sorry too quietly for the wind to carry. I've read, turned you into art, prayed for and ignored you, envied people you moved onto 3 months later, forgiven you but still can't walk past the stranger I loved on Rose Street without my knees weakening. But really, when I write to you it's merely a brick wall I'm speaking to, and it's as Steinbeck once said: money removes the charge of insanity. I never gained a penny for my grief. I realise in going forward, it was real for me but you were right, we have nothing to say to one another. I've felt, thought and said it all. You were more precise: "All good, I'm out."

[the-shattered-seas]

She knew this one. She knew him all too well.

His figure in dream was always so lonely, yet so plagued by the countless faces of everyone and anyone that caused him pain. Their voices a sprawling cacophony of wicked and frightened and reassuring all at once, but they all sounded the same to him. It was all a nightmare.

He hated being here, she felt his heart as such, but there was some sort of acceptance to it, like knowingly plunging feet first into a pool of ice while despising the pain as inevitable. The taste of it was like a thick, sour wine that soaked into your tongue like a rotten stain, and his exhaustion was a dull yellow that permeated everything around him and smelled like old furniture and sounded like buzzing streetlights on a foggy night.

Tonight was The Night of the Singing Girl. Her laughter warped and stolen form her throat by the claws of a creature who drank of her desperation, her pain, her loneliness, her helplessness, the eyes that looked past her, and her cries stifled by a monster's hand. His allies scattering to the winds, his hands working in desperation, drawing forth the beast of the abyssal only to watch as fire did not fight fire, but burned it all to the ashen ground. The cold that gripped him that he had not been there just one day earlier. All it ever took was one day, one day...

It was miserable. Her heart ached for him and sung with the chorus of misery. And John could only watch as he did every time. He watched this a lot. His eyes could never forget the exact shapes that the smears of a girl painted the world in, all red and black and brown. Every drop was stained into his mind, the voice of the demon shattering his eardrums and rumbling in his chest.

His hands could not forget the weight of an arm and nothing else, the tiny delicate touch of far too small fingers. She felt the weight in her own palm as she looked into the fractured shards of his eyes.

"Dreamer, Dreamer," her voice skated through the air around John in his dreamlike form, beset upon by the warmth of viscera and the smell of iron and bile. Far be it from them to cut through a dream, awfully rude and it spoils the purity of the Dreamer's expression, but they sighed softly and snapped their fingers. Things did need a little talking about, now didn't they?

In an instant, all other sound was gone. The scene froze as if it was suddenly underwater.

"Dreamer, Dreamer, sing with me~" Her stark white and black form loomed out under the darkness, the cosmos in the pitch black of her markings glittering with stars. She was a head and chest taller than him, and all six eyes bored down from above John with an inhuman, bristling brightness. "There you are, my Dreamer~ Out of your den, out of your shadows~"

@laughing-hellblazer

[musigrusi]

Random headcanons and Bullshit I would do if I were friends with 141 etc.

Order T-shirts with the 141 insignia but with the text "1 whore 1"

Would randomly hide in anyone's room for a nap, I sleep better anywhere but in my own bed lol.

I'd steal Graves' comb for that once-a-week brush out and then bring it back with all my hair still in it.

I hc that Soap is afraid of spiders so whenever he would be scared of one I'd collect it and proceed to chase him around with it

Ask Alex to change my car's tires, do the maintanance and such. He strikes me as a car tinkerer

Dance with Rudy to Salsa music, like 24/7 I love that shit.

To rlly trigger my daddy issues, I'd ask Price to slow dance with me to all my childhood songs. Not in a romantic way, just for my own comfort and depression (Bryan Adams' have you ever really loved a woman? / Eagles hotel california/ Beethoven's Moonshine sonata/ Elvis Presley's Falling in love/ Whitney Houston's I will always love you, and so on)

Building shit with König. Every insane Austrian can craft. Make me a bird house.

Go on midnight adventures with Ghost (like, go swimming, on walks, maybe even camping)

I'd also drag Ghost to my horse bc they seem a bit like kindred spirits, they would just stand there next to each other, in each other's company. He's also super shy to ask for pets so I'd like to believe that Ghost would be able to deal with that really nicely.

Farah for the 1st time on skis omg I'd die of cuteness overload. Protect at all cost, also Alex is a Snowboard PRO and would hoover over her.

Also König would be constantly surrounded by animals, the kind that would find a trash panda and keep it lol.

Soap is lactose intollerant and I would be more than happy to be complicit in buying whatever triggers it the worst.

Sending Glitter Fart bombs to Shepard on a weekly basis, hiding em in different places every time.

Soap and my horse would be 200% guaranteed accidents, the dumb kind of accidents. The kind you're afraid to explain to the doctor.

What happened? Well the horse rolled and got stuck and I tried to help and also go stuck. We were stuck together for 3 hours. Played a few games of tic tac toe

I'd go ice skating with Gaz and watch him use one of those children trollies for balance while twirling around him.

Fart spray on Ghost's balaclavas (all of them)

I'd oil up all handles in Alejandro's house. The door knob, the fridge, the toilet seat his car keys, nothing is safe

Ask Laswell if I could do her nails to practice on her.

Soap would end up asking if I could do his toe nails bc he was interested but didn't want to walk around with one inch claws. so he gets one inch toe nails aahahahah

I'd take all of em to my town's fare bc I think they would hella enjoy it (I'd find a children's carousel for Ghost and sit him on a swan with cotton candy in hand and keep him there and happy)

Rammstein living room concerts with König (and maybe Ghost?)

Ghost is the one I'd ask to bring me toilet paper if I ran out.

Après-Ski with alcohol intus would be ironically the SHIT with König. Also Soap and Alex would party along too.

I'd take em all to Mallorca's Ballermann just for shits

König was on skiers by the time he turned 3, also he can climb and boulder like a pro AND is a "Wetterfrosch".

Drunk Price on a mechanical bull would be the most epic, sexy and terrifying experience for any of the 141.

Black pist tour club in Arosa Lenzerheide would be König (Ski), Alex (Snowboard), Ghost (Snowboard, he has one with skull faces on it and all that jazz), Price (also Snowboard according to my bestie, I'd say more ski tho)

Gaz *would* try to follow them down on skis and probably say "jesus take the wheel" the whole time. He'd end up down in the valley either on the skis or on his ass.

Soap would end up as one big snowball down in the valley and be the first to yapp about going down again.

König is pro at ski lifts, while Ghost is the most annoying and PESTERING guy there, would leave one out and the fail to take the next one while bitching his way to the front of the cue.

Price would be constantly pissing, just. whenever you leave him out of sight, he is going to piss.

The reason for their substantially sized collection of wet wipes is that Whenever Alejandro, Rodolfo or Farah cook, Price (who is the biggest fan of their food) will excuse himself politely exacrly 20 minutes after setting down his cuttlery and vanish to the closest rest room.

That particular rest room will be off limits for the comming days after he finished his business. (legend has it, that Ghost once walked in accidentally and came back out a changed man for the worse).

Didnt think this would end up being half a ski resort fanfic but here we are.

[the-real-things-tournament]

0.5mm Pencil Lead

2002 Honda Civic

320 Pack Glitter Gel Pens

A Blunt

A Candle That Smells Like Fragrant Evergreens

A Copy of "The Book Thief" (2005) by Markus Zusak

A Daisychain

A DVD Copy of Over the Hedge (2006)

A Train

Ace of Spades Playing Card

Adderall

Adipose Plushie

Adorable Cow Creamer

Airpods

An Innumerable Amount of Lost DS Styli

Animal Shaped Rubber Bands

AP French Exam Packet

Argon (The Element)

Aviator Goggles

Baguette Body Pillow

Battery

Bead Maze

Beaded Curtain

Beanbag Chair

Bed

Beehive

Best Rock

Big Drinking Fountain

Black Out Curtains

Blanket

Blue Jeans

Blåhaj/Ikea Shark

Bread

Bright Orange VHS for the Rugrats Movie

Broken Alarm Clock

Bubble Toy

Bucket

Bur Oak Tree

Buttons (for clothes)

Can of Beans

Cast Iron Pan

Cat Collar With Bell

Chalk Boards

Cheese Grater

Chew Necklace

Chicxulub Impactor

Claw Hairclip

Clip-On Earrings

Clock

Coconut Broom

Colored Fairy Lights

Comically Oversized Lollypop

Construction Cone

Contraception

Crane Machine

Crayons

Dead Baby Possum Killed by Chihuahua (RIP)

Digivice V-pet

Dildo

Dirigible

Dirty Glass Bottle You Find In The Woods

Disinfecting Wipes

Dice

Dragon Ball Z Volume 4 (Manga Paperback)

Drinking Bird Desk Toy

Earth

Egg Slicer

Elementary School Yearbook

Empty Pizza Box

Every Basket

Every Knife

Eye Mug From a School Ceramics Sale

Fake Dictionary Lockbox

Fancy Showerhead

Fantasia 2000 VHS Tape

Fencing Mask

Ferrofluid

Finger Cymbals

Finger Cymbols

Fingerless Gloves (made of wool)

Flower Bush By The Pavement On The Street

Four Seasons Puzzle

Froggy Chair

Furby

Furby

Garden Gloves With Claws

Garlic

Gendang

Generic Paw Of A Monkey

Geode

Glow in the Dark Celing Stars

Glow Stick Liquid

"god i wish that were me" Screenshot

Golden Acorn Statue

Googly Eyes

Guitar

Half An Onion

Halloween Skeleton Decoration

Hand Mixer From The '60s

Haunted Callie Calamari Doll That Drinks All Your Pepsi and Calls You a Bitch

Heart-Shaped Glasses

Holly the Dragon Beanie Boo

Homemade Hand Sanitizer

Hurdy Gurdy

Ice Cube

Ice Maker

Japanese 5 Yen Coin

Kids Watercolor Set

Kitchen Sink

Knockoff Garfield Plush

Knäckebröd

La Croix Sparkling Water Pamplemousse

Late Night Infomercials

Lavender Scented Candle

LEGO Spring 2007 Catalog

Lightning McQueen Crocs

Lindt Gold Bunny

Lint Roller

Lip Smackers Watermelon Chapstick

LNER Peppercorn Class A1 60163 Tornado

Lobster Ornament

Loch and Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster Ladles (one solid, one with strainer holes)

Loofah

Lun-Class Ekranoplan

Mammatus Cloud

Manatea Tea Infuser

Meat Cleaver

Meat Tenderizer

Mechanical Pencil

Microscope

Microwave

Mini Cuban Flag on Plant

Mini Fan

Monopoly Dog Piece

Mop

NA Mazda Miata (Specifically With Googly Eyes)

Native American Fire Opal Blade

Nebula

Nokia Phone 3310 (2000)

Occlupanids

Old Faithful

One Crouton

One Flavor Blasted Cheddar Goldfish

Onion Chopper/Mini Food Processer

Opalized Fossil

Oumuamua

Our Sun

Paint Tube

Palm Leaf Rose

Paper Crown

Paper Leaves

Paracetamol Tablet

Pencil

Pizza

Plastic Lightsaber

Plastic Play Food Set

Polly Pocket Website (circa 2005)

Popstar Microphone

Potato

"Previously on X-Men" (YouTube Video)

Rainbow Desk Lamp Christmas Gifted By Aunt

Rainbow Pride Flag

Red Bouncy Ball

Rice

Rocking Horse

Roller Skates

Rounde (Sheep Plush Adored by Friend Group)

Rubik's Cube

Russian Nesting Doll

Salt and Vinegar Chips

Sand-Filled Frog Toy Named Floppy

School Chair Attached To Desk

Screwdriver

Seattle Space Needle

Seki Edge Nail Clippers

Sewing Pin

Sharpie

Shoe Insoles

Shoelaces (From The President)

Silver Hoop Earrings

Simply Southern T-Shirt

Single Macaroni Noodle

Siren Percussion Instrument

Slap Bracelets

Sliced Bread

Slinky

Slip N' Slide

Slotted Spoon

Snowman Headband

Solar Eclipse Sunglasses

Soviet-Era Apartment Complex

Spamton Plush

Sparkly DND Dice That Look Like They Should Be Edible But Aren't

Spoon

Squirmles

Squishmallows

Squishy Water Tube Toy

Stained Glass

Stand-Up Bass

Starbucks Coffee Cup

Steel/Metal Pipe

Stick (From the Ground)

Stop Sign

Stuffed Animals

Styrofoam

Subway Employee Hat

Swiffer

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The Entirely Of Wikipedia Printed Out

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The Statue Of The Shoe That Almost Hit George Bush

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The Zener Diode

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Tom Scott's Best Thing Survey

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[barrenstars]

@tvrningout : "i don't have a plan, but we'll figure it out." to petra from pav, optimistic as ever :' )

ironically, as if on cue, the moment pavitr says this petra takes a direct hit to the jaw, sending her tumbling back and falling off of her web. their enemy this time was significantly larger than both herself and pav, and physically stronger too. her ice ability wasn't efficient enough as their enemy could break free, so the only thing they could do was continue to attack head-on and hopefully wear the bastard down, but after fifteen minutes of doing it, it was beginning to get tiring, even for a spiderling.

before she hits the ground, petra swiftly flicks her wrist, attaching a string of web to a large piece of debris hanging from the ceiling of the building, pulling herself back up, both wheeled feet planting firmly on the wall thanks to her spider abilities.

❝ this is going to take all day! should we call for backup? ❞ pushing forward, she takes off on her skates, getting enough momentum before leaping off and delivering a hefty kick to their enemy's face. it has them stumbling back, and petra takes this time to swing herself back up to her friend. ❝ should we call gwen? or ho - ❞

a large piece of cement is thrown their way and thanks to her spider senses, she dodges it easily. ❝ hobie? ❞ a moment of silence nestles between them before petra furrows her brows, which isn't visible from behind her eye mask. ❝ maybe not hobie! we can't look lame in front of him - ❞ again, something else is thrown their way and she dodges, giving a soft sigh.

reaching out to pat her companion on his back, the ravenette grimaces. ❝ we're just going to have to bring the heat, pav. we can't let gwen and hobie outshine us, huh? ❞ grinning, her attention turns towards the monstrous thing desperately trying to claw its way towards them as they linger on their own webs. ❝ new plan - you have ever seen empire strikes back? the part where they're on the snow planet...? ❞

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Deal Breaker

Wordcount; 4,791

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Kim Younghoon, Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Son Youngjae & Reader X Lee Sangyeon.

Character; Kim Younghoon, Son Youngjae, Lee Sangyeon, Choi Chanhee, Moon Kevin, Bae Jacob & Kim Hyungseo aka Bibi & mentions of Kim Sunwoo.

Warning; Jealousy, Filming Porn, Voyeurism, Fingering & Creampie.

Notes; Chapter 9/12 of Learning Love, Earlier Chapters found here.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

Sitting by the pond your mind was swirling in confusion, Sunwoo had ignored you for two weeks. In those Two weeks Younghoon had realised that your emotions for Sunwoo was stronger then he had feared. He had been more Romantic like the first time you had started dating. Only making exemptions for Hyunjae, he had avoided having you alone with most of the members of The Boyz. One especially was Youngjae, often avoiding his phone calls and snaring you to his now empty apartment so Youngjae couldn’t find you at your own. You had enjoyed the many movie nights snuggling up with him.

“Are you stalking me?” You heard that familiar chuckle behind you. As you turned to find Youngjae, Skate board in hand and his face lit up at your presence. “You into swimming with the ducks too?” you smirked as he took a seat next to you. “You jump in first I’ll join you,” he said playfully before looking at you with worry. “So why the long face or do I not want to know,” he warmly said tilting his head. “Just thinking that’s all,” you said brushing your hands on your thighs. “Sunwoo and Younghoon things right?” He asked pursing his lips together tightly. “Yeah,” you frowned as he placed his hand upon yours, his face full of sympathy.

“Personally I think you can do better then both of them, but I know you love them too much to let either completely go,” he said looking pained. “I can’t let go of someone who let me go already,” you frowned feeling your Sunwoo pain sting. “So your more worried about Sunwoo? Doesn’t that tell you something about Your relationship with Younghoon?” He said letting his words pull from your mind. “Your saying I should chase Sunwoo?” You asked as if he had all the answers. “Personally if you have to ask me then you already know your relationship with Younghoon is dead, and if you really wanted Sunwoo you would have run to him by now,” he replied as your heart stung with his words. “You saying what? that I’m just using them as much as they used me?” You scowled. “Oh Y/N no I definitely didn’t mean that, I just meant you got so caught In learning how to have kinky sex, but no one taught you how to love,” Youngjae replied smiling. “Thinking your in love and working out its lust is actually the first lesson of love,” he added pressing harder on your fingers.

“But for now you look like you need some fun, fancy going to that new arcade that opened in town,” he asked with his eyes lit up. “What are we teenagers,” you playfully frowned. “Oh come on we be ready for our slippers and newspaper in no time, let’s hold it back for one day,” he said standing up offering you his hand.

Walking into town holding hands with him was calming and comforting as you listened to him talk about his housemate Jacob. How since Kevin had welcomed Bibi that they had got close. You had admitted you had hardly spent time with the oldest Canadian. But you enjoyed listening to his tales of life in the apartment that they shared with Kevin.

The afternoon went fast as you both laughed hard competing against each other. Showing no mercy with him thrashing you in the basketball hoop and even laughing at your attempt at air hockey. His luck didn’t change when it came to the claw machines, winning you a small stuffed iron man Teddy. Gifting it to you with the promise to think of him when you saw it.

“I think someone’s hungry,” he chuckled when your stomach grumbled after he helped you off the bike from yet another game he thrashed you in. “There’s a burger place round the corner shall we go, my treat?” he asked smiling when you nodded.

Grabbing your hand he dragged you to your destination of the small Americanised diner. The looks of the older waitress as you walked in told you she thought you was a couple of young love sweethearts. Sliding into the booth Youngjae passed you the menu as you raked down the list of items, salivating as your hunger attacked. Watching Eric order with the giddiest of smiles on his face made you look at every feature. His wide nose that looked just kissable, the mole underneath his eye that you never realised, but his sharp jawline had you imagining kissing. The sound of his husky voice, which you first was attracted to attacked your senses as you felt your nub throbbing.

As if your relationship status wasn’t confusing enough you realised that Youngjae had flirted at first, but took a step back the second he saw your unusual relationship. Saying enough that you knew he didn’t agree with it, yet had been a good source of friendship during times when you struggled under the pressure. “Are you that starved you lost your brain cells?” He chuckled snapping your attention as a heated blush crept up your face. “Sorry I was,”, “it’s ok hunger does that to you,” he cut in smirking that told you he knew you was eyeing him up.

“Try it,” Youngjae scoffed pressing you to dip your fries into the milkshake, while tossing his into his strawberry flavoured one. Smacking his lips as he groaned to the delicious taste that left your walls tightening. “That’s just weird,” you scowled as he raised an eyebrow before popping another delicious fry into his mouth. “Just try it trust me,” he said chewing his food in delight. Taking a fry he dipped it into his milkshake and offered it to you while you pouted in defiance. Throwing you his puppy eyes and lips pouting himself you couldn’t help but smirk at his pure innocent cuteness, taking the food with your mouth. Looking pleased he watched you intently as you chewed on his food, you had to admit the mixture of salty and sweetness was a pleasurable combination. Nodding your head as you swallowed had him smiling with proudness that you was enjoying his recommendation.

“Told you it was nice,” he showed off dipping another fry for himself, which you stole tossing it in to your mouth. “Oie don’t take liberties nuna,” he teased, “nuna! Son Youngjae I’m only a few months older then you,” you scoffed dipping your little finger into his milkshake and flicking it in his face.

Face full of small splodges of milkshake had him roll his tongue on his inner cheek. The view so enticing that pulled a small moan to leave your throat. Eyes widening at the sound, his eyes glowed with mischievous as he dipped his finger in his drink, before running his finger along your upper lip to paint a moustache. His fun didn’t stop as he followed it by a second dip leaving a dob on your nose. Huskily laughing pleased with his action you couldn’t help but laugh with him as you rubbed the mess off. Smudging an amount into your eyes, you blinked making them water as you tried to clear your eye from the stinging sensation.

“You ok?” Youngjae asked worried as he came to sit by your side. “Did you get it in your eye? Let me look?” He said cupping your face in his hand. Tears falling from the corners he used a napkin dabbed in his spit to slowly brush along your eye. Warm fanned breath in your face as he concentrated had your lips part as you melted under his touch.

Without thinking your lips pressed against his, desire to be with him flooding you. Frozen for a second he moved with you, his kisses slowly as if he was enjoying every moment. Fingers finding his to lace broke him from you as he stood up and away from you with fear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry we shouldn’t have done that,” he said panicking. “It’s ok I wanted it,” you smiled standing up which made him take a step back. “I don’t Y/N,” he said as your heart dropped to his rejection, “Y/N I’m not like the others I don’t want a one night, I don’t want the affairs or flings. I don’t even want fun, I just want love,” he said, his eyes in pain himself at the words. “Sorry,” you said not sure what else to say as you looked at the floor. “No I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gave you the impression I wanted this, I shouldn’t have let my guard down,” he mumbled.

Taking his wallet he put some notes into your hand. “That’s for dinner and a taxi to get you home,” he said forcing a smile on his face before dashing away.

What happened? Why did it hurt so much that he rejected you? But why was your lips burning where he kissed you?

Snuggling up to Younghoon on the sofa, his fingers rolling into your scalp giving you a head massage was heavenly. The pleasure being disturbed when the door knocked. Younghoon jumped to attend to who ever stole your moment of bliss away. Sangyeon’s warmly concerned face walked into the apartment. “What’s up Hyung you look like someone stole your puppy,” Younghoon lightly teased as they both walked to take a seat. “Or maybe someone who dumped there puppy on me instead,” Sangyeon moaned as Younghoon looked uncomfortable.

“Is this about Sunwoo?” Younghoon said rolling his eyes. “Younghoon he’s cut up,” Sangyeon said annoyed with his younger lack of empathy. “He doesn’t care that much slipping his cock into Jvcki the other night,” Younghoon said as your stomach felt like it had been punched. “You need to stop getting your sources from Bibi Younghoon, I thought you better then that,” The elder scolded. “So it’s not true then?” He asked as your heart leapt into hope. “It’s not just that, well,” he said pausing looking at you, ignoring Younghoon’s Question that told you he had. “It’s his relationship, friendship with you, plus this is his apartment too,” he said much more softer. “He’s trying to steal my girlfriend,” Younghoon bit out. “Come on Younghoon your pretty much offering her out to everyone you know,” he scoffed as Younghoon jaw tensed. “No offence,” Sangyeon said turning to you with a soft smile. “Oh I know what this is about,” Younghoon said sitting back in his chair with a smirk on his face. “This is because I haven’t offered her to you,” he smiled.

“Don’t be absurd Younghoon you know that’s not what I meant,” Sangyeon growled. “Oh so you not once thought of your own little kink being out leashed on her perfect little pussy,” Younghoon said sitting up to press his elbow into his thigh, housing his chin up with his knuckles. Sangyeon blushed like crazy as his eyes brushed to you before back to him. “Stop being a dick,” Sangyeon hissed, as Younghoon smirked. “You known what, I’ll do a deal with you,” he said letting his eyes blown with excitement. “And for you baby girl,” he purs looking at you. “One last lesson, you get your kink and you baby girl,” he said pausing to smile wickedly in your view. “Becomes my only person in my life just me and you no more lessons,” he smiled as your heart thundered with excitement.

Maybe this is what your relationship needed, to be exclusive to each other, no more people involved. Sangyeon’s face watched the excitement creep up on yours as he turned to look at Younghoon. “Nope, sorry I’m not doing this,” Sangyeon said standing up. “I’ve come here to try sort things between you and Sunwoo not fuck the girl he’s madly in love with,” he said turning to walk to the door. “Not even if we go out our way to go easy on sunwoo so he can move out from yours,” Younghoon said out that made Sangyeon pause in his tracks.

Thinking for what felt like a long time he turned to look at you and then Younghoon. “If I do your give this girl a real relationship and stop fucking with her head?” Sangyeon asked as Younghoon nodded. “And you both promise not to be overly in love in-front of Sunwoo and make your peace?” He asked once more as Younghoon drew a cross on his chest. “Promise cross my heart and hope to die,” Younghoon said smirking. “Right I’ll be back in an hour with my things,” he said turning to walk to the door after looking at you with a little more lust filled glance.

“What kink?” You asked as the door slammed behind, “he has a filming kink, you should see his collection of him filling pretty little holes,” he smirked. “What porn?” You scoff in horror realising what he had now promised. “Baby it’s not like that, he would never send out his collection, there just for him and his wank bank,” he smiles walking to you to cup your face. “But for now let’s have some fun prepping you?” He smirks grabbing you to take you to his room for a quick session.

“So Sangyeon what kinds of things do you want to film then?” Younghoon said as you all entered his room. “I want to film her enjoying herself first,” he said smirking. “Then you can film me fucking her,” he added smirking when Younghoon’s face slightly dropped. “Wait I get no fun,” he playfully pouted to hide his slight jealousy. “No I think you’ve submitted in plenty of playtime, this woman needs someone mature to give her what she needs and you get to watch and learn,” Sangyeon smiles as Younghoon tried to hide his furrowed brows. “No playing with yourself neither,” Sangyeon added as Younghoon pouted like a punished child. “Doll I’m going to film you acting seductively taking these clothes off, I want you to do it slowly as if the camera is who ever you most desire,” he said tilting his head as your eyes widened to his instruction.

As the camera light went red you did just that, stripping seductively as you could into the camera. His words of imagining the red light as a person, your brain browsing through the men in your life. Youngjae and he’s perfect smile, his perfect shaped lips falls into his view. The way his lips felt against yours drove into your mind that in that moment you imagined him not rejecting you, instead you was showing him your body for him to take advantage of instead.

As the last piece of clothing fell to the floor you stepped back onto the bed, sitting on your heels as you opened your thighs to show them and the camera your glistening pussy. Fingers dragging down your skin you imagined them as Youngjae’s, rolling your thumb over the nipple. Letting your hand fall down to your heat you sunk to your ass, moving so your feet was now flat on the bed as you opened yourself wide. Slipping the fingers to roll around your nub you moaned into the air. In your mind it was Youngjae, he was pressing his fingers up and down your folds teasing before plunging them into your heat. Letting your base of your thumb rub against your nub as you slammed your fingers in and out your core. Fucking your self as if it was him, made your heat feel inpatient like you needed to chase it before Youngjae was taken from your thoughts. “Fuck,” you cry struggling to keep Youngjae’s name slipping from your lips as you lost yourself into your imagination. Pinching your nipple to ground yourself slightly enticed your high further. Fingers curving that there rubbing of your wall deliciously that pushes you over the edge. Moans fall from your lip as you cum over your own digits.

Closing your eyes to catch your breath you reopen them to find Sangyeon and Younghoon almost salivating. There hands resting over the material of there tented bulges. “Fuck Y/N you sure your not a porn star, fuck me you know how to get us going,” Sangyeon moans clearly struggling with his arousal. “Told you she’s a quick learner, she’s my A* pupil,” Younghoon says with pride.

“I need to get my dick wet,” Sangyeon growls as you sit up at the edge of the bed. “Oh I have a beautiful idea, I brought this but haven’t had a chance to use it,” Younghoon says browsing into his wardrobe fishing out a box. Passing it to you he cups your face kissing you intensely. “I brought this for us but if this is the only footage of you with another man, I want to see you wear something that still makes you mine,” he smiles. Opening the box you find a lilac corset, the see through lacey material had a zip encrusted with sparkly zironics.

Walking back into the room fresh up with Younghoon’s outfit and make up, Sangyeon’s instructions on your mind. You didn’t need to check for the red light, Sangyeon leapt towards you crashing you into the door with his lips. The handle crushing into your back as his hands tugged gently on the lower strands of your hair, so he could kiss you deeper. Hands falling to palm your back he pulled you along to the bed, his lips not leaving for a second. Flipping you onto your back Younghoon brings the camera close, as Sangyeon rolls his fingers along the fabric over your nipples letting them erect. Fingers Creeping to your heat, his legs open your thighs wide as Younghoon films over Sangyeon’s Shoulders. “Look at this pretty cunt, I want to fill it with my cum,” he moans as his bulge tightens against his clothing. Two fingers roll over your clit pulling soft moans as he presses against them harshly.

Stepping off the bed he removed his clothes, his long member pulsating in his hand as he pumped himself before returning to you. Teasing your hole with his cock, slipping the tip in and out, he moans with excitement. “Oh look at how your pussy takes my head, your tight pussy’s going to be used and abused by this,” he promises into the camera.

Younghoon zooms in as Sangyeon’s cock makes a squelching sound with each thrust that he pushes in further. “Your so wet, yet so tight, how when your such a whore,” he growls as he pushes himself in fully. Slowly removing himself for the camera to then slam himself back in.

Younghoon groans as he falls apart not being able to touch you or even himself. “Look at your weak man, he’s getting turned on seeing his girl being a whore isn’t he doll?” he says before leaning himself so that he was pressing his chest into yours. Thrusting slowly as he kisses you momentarily before hoisting himself up by his arms, he bench presses himself on you and your heat. Biting his lip as your walls clench around him, he increases his speeds filling mews from you into the air. Hooking one leg over his shoulder his shaft fits in more deeper that it’s right against your cervix. Thrusts becoming heavy as you both moan into the air while Younghoon moves his position around you. “Fuck I won’t last much longer, your pussy’s taking me so well,” he compliments. Sluggish thrusts throw him into his high, filling you up with his warm hot seed.

Sitting on his heel, he removes himself from you as Younghoon films the cum dripping from you. Fingers pressing the cum back in has you moan. “Fuck, look at my slutty cum filled whore,” he groans as he placed his cock back in you again, fucking his cum back into you slowly as his thumb rolls on your nub. The sound of his slow squelching thrusts pushes you over into an orgasm you wasn’t prepared for. “That’s it Doll, you mix your cum with mine,” he groans as he slips from you having your pussy convulse around nothing. “Let those walls suck my seed up doll,” he coos. As soon as Younghoon slips the camera down, Sangyeon presses his lips to you once more letting his softening cock twitch against you.

“Doll you did brilliantly, you should do your own porno channel,” he complimented. “Is she fuck, she’s mine, now take your wank bank shit and go I need to fuck my girlfriend,” Younghoon growls feeling frustration from not being allowed to play. “I swear to god Younghoon you fuck around with her and I knock you on your head myself,” he replies standing to put his clothes back on.

Younghoon slipped between your legs immediately rolling his clothed crutch into you. Lips clashing with you in a possessive manner as Sangyeon slipped from the room.

“Your mine and only mine,” he growls between kisses, “and I’m only yours too,” you said as he leaned back to look at you with pure love in his eyes before looking a little more serious. “No more lunch dates with Youngjae neither,” he said with a little possessiveness in his tone. “Bibi told me,” he frowns before you purse your lips. “Sorry, you whine, as he cups your face. “It’s ok baby, but as we’re now exclusive, only I can take you on dates,” he says unbuttoning his trousers to finally get his release.

It had been almost a full week, Sunwoo had moved home when Younghoon pleaded for him to return. However, it meant that to spare his feeling you avoided the apartment. So most the week had been snuggling under the duvet in your room watching the tv that Younghoon had brought. The pile of munchies by the side had been a relief when hunger panged. Younghoon had been totally wrapped into you, the attention being thoroughly enjoyed as you shut the world out to enjoy each other’s company.

Having ordered a takeaway you both made your way to the living room just as Chanhee, Kevin, Bibi, Jacob & Youngjae entered. Younghoon hands tightened viewing the younger, as you turned to him to smile at him reassuringly. “Been anywhere nice?” you asked them as your hands slipped from Younghoon to get the plates. “Just lunch, what you cooking?” Kevin asked as Chanhee laughed. “She only knows how to burn a house down,” Chanhee chuckled. “You eating air then? If so I’ll join you,” Kevin said wrapping his arm around Younghoon’s shoulders. “She’s getting a takeaway,” Chanhee said rolling his eyes as he threw himself into the chair that Jacob followed. “Without us,’ Kevin pouted as he followed the other’s with Bibi going strangely quiet.

Youngjae stood there looking awkward, stiffening when Younghoon wrapped his arm around you. “What’s up Youngjae? Younghoon smirked as he shook his head, “nothing just got a headache coming I think,” he said as he made his way to the sofa. “You ok do you want a paracetamol?” You asked as he turned to look back at you shaking his head. Ignoring him you made your way to the tap filling up some water as you looked through your medicine cabinet.

“He said he was fine,” Younghoon growled as you ignored him, you wasn’t letting his jealousy put Youngjae in pain. Making your way to Youngjae to pass him the pain relief, his eyes widened as he smiled warmly. “Here please take it don’t suffer in pain,” you smiled as he took them from you. “Thanks Y/N,” he said with his burning eyes and his voice that made you weak.

“Thought your relationship was exclusive now?” Bibi bit out as you turned to her. Of course Bibi would be the one to speak her mind. Kevin elbowed her, as she looked at him annoyed, “what?” She scowled at him. “Y/N and I are exclusive,” Younghoon said wrapping his arms around you, pressing kisses to your neck, as Youngjae jaw tensed slightly. “Well I would say her and Youngjae’s clearly struggling with that,” Bibi said flicking her legs over each other. “Right enough of this crazy talk, let’s put a movie on,” Chanhee growled ending the conversation.

“Youngjae did you get that call in the end,” Jacob added to change the conversation. “Not yet?” He pouted as Kevin’s interest peeked up. “Who’s calling you?” Kevin asked as Younghoon’s thumb rolled over your stomach making Youngjae lose his concentration.

“Youngjae?” Kevin asked again, “he can’t hear you he’s too busy mentally fucking Y/N,” Bibi sniggered. “Last warning,” Chanhee scolded with his fingers pointed at the irate girlfriend of Kevin’s. “I got a job offer back at home,” he said as your face fell. “What in Los Angeles?” You said struggling to hide your hurt, feeling panic rise from your throat. Youngjae turned to you and nodded as you felt like you had been sucker punched. Why did the prospect of him leaving sting?

The door buzzer going ended the conversation as Younghoon dashed to get your food. Your mind distant as you helped Younghoon dish up.

You are in your room watching the movie in silence. Your mind was on Youngjae and the unsettled bubble in your stomach. Younghoon knew this and was clearly avoiding the topic, you knew that at the very least as he silently sulked.

You lifted yourself from the bed with Younghoon looking to you pouting. “Where you going?” Younghoon asked as you smiled at him. “I’m just putting these in the sink,” you replied watching him clench his jaw. “Can that not wait?” He asked annoyed. “What and make the room smell?” You scoffed at him as his eyebrows furrowed. “Well if you want Youngjae stop using the excuse of those plates, go bring him in here and fuck him,” Younghoon said angrily.

“What the fuck Younghoon first it’s Sunwoo now it’s Youngjae,” you scoff getting annoyed with his jealousy. “Yeah and we all know you was going to leave me for him,” He said bitterly. “What is wrong with you, I didn’t go to Sunwoo I came to you. And as for Youngjae I’ve never slept with him,” you argued back. “Your stuck with me you didn’t come back to me, because your fluttering eyes with him,” he shouted. “I do not flutter my eyes at him stop listening to Bibi!” You said rolling your eyes. “Well How else do I find what’s going on with my girl and the other man,” he whined. “Other man, stop being immature,” you groaned clearing up.

“You mean the other man you snogged the face off in your little date last week,” Younghoon shouted. Heart dropping you looked up towards him trying to hope his words that you heard didn’t fall. “That’s right I know,” he growled as you got annoyed. “You mean while we was in a open relationship, the one that you made open,” you shouted folding your arms as anger pierced through you. “You kept that from me,” he growled, “the only other person you kept things from was Sunwoo and look what almost happened. Unlike Sunwoo, Youngjae’s more boyfriend material,” Younghoon said sounding pained.

“I kept that from you because you get jealous and I can’t stand it,” you said more calmer realising he was hurting more then you knew. “But your the one making me jealous, look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t once thought of being with either Sunwoo or Youngjae,” he asked burning his gaze through you.

“Look I’m not doing this,” you said picking the plates up. “Why because you know I’m right,” he snarled, “No your right maybe we should go back to how we was,” he added getting his phone out as he typed away. “What you doing now?” You scoffed as he angrily typed. “I’m texting Bibi telling her we want to fuck her & Kevin tonight, you enjoyed that right?” He said typing away with malice in his voice.

“Fuck you Kim Younghoon, I’m done I’m officially done,” you screamed walking out the room to your name being called. Tossing the plates into the sink as Chanhee stood to comfort you, “don’t,” you screeched walking out as Youngjae went to follow. “Like I thought you two slumping out,” Younghoon spat out. You twisted to face Youngjae and then him, “I didn’t even know he was following but you know what think what you want, your not my problem no more,” you growled. “Don’t follow me,” you screamed at Youngjae, as you stormed out the door. You didn’t know where you was going but you couldn’t be at home not while Younghoon was there. You was done with his jealousy and done with his complicated open relationship.

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Thank you 🥺🥰 it's a dangerous thing, asking me for WIP updates lol. I have this old one for Virelan's assault on Therinfal Redoubt that I'm reworking though:

Ser Barris’s barked warning came just in time—she raised her axe against a massive templar, whose back was utterly riddled with lyrium spines. She struck his chin with the pommel, gritting her teeth at the horrible screeching sound of metal on stone, then batted away his clawing hands with the flanged head of her weapon. She could hear her companions fighting around her—Bull’s roars of challenge, Sera’s whoops as she nocked arrow after arrow, Solas’s soft grunts as he wielded his staff like a weapon rather than a magical implement. Her skin prickled as the barrier he’d cast fizzled away, then sprang back to life. The templar’s claws glanced off it, making its shimmering blue protection shudder, and she countered with a mighty downswing of her axe and a roar. 

The templar’s flesh and armour did not give easily underneath her sharpened edge. While she struck him, the iron seemed to skate to the side, sending up sparks—it was only when she flipped the axe and attacked with the pike point that it sent lyrium and blood flying. The templar finally fell with a gurgle, her weapon buried to the throat above his collarbone. She placed her bare foot on his chest and hauled back on her axe to draw it free with a sickening squelch. 

Just as that templar fell, she heard Solas’s sharp cry of alarm. She whipped around, heart pounding, to find a templar bearing down on the mage with her hand outstretched. Virelan could sense no difference between the two, but as she moved to intercept the templar, she felt the barrier on her skin snap into nothingness. 

Solas struck out with the end of his staff, but there was nothing—no crackle of lightning, no shattering bolt of ice. The templar was closing in, her hand now clutched in a fist, and she raised her sword to cut Solas down. But just as the mage raised his staff to block her strike, Virelan finally reached them—she lowered her shoulder, ducked her head, and struck the templar with the full strength of her battering ram body. 

[onewholesnarkystark]

Me talking to a friend about Feral Flannel Fall: y'know this air...these flannels...this whole...Wolverine thing...it makes me...nostalgic...makes me wanna see how [the one man I've pined for in recent memory, just the one, perfect nerd, cute specimen, weirdly unattainable like we both live in separate worlds. Such a great concept of a man] is doing

Friend: No. No you don't. You don't wonder that. No.

Me: but...he wore flannels and...had the most Logan energy I've ever seen and...he just kinda dropped off the face of the earth after I last got drunk and maybe threw up on his shoes I think I don't remember...

Friend: no. You. Do. Not. You shouldn't reach out. Ha ha. Don't do it. In fact, promise me you won't do it. It's not worth it.

Me: is he 40 and still in his uncommitted slut phase?

Friend: yeah. And he always will be. Yeah...

Me: I...don't think he knows I changed my number and that was actually an accident I genuinely meant to reach out and-

Friend: Let's. Keep it that way. He's not worth it. Just. No. Please don't.

Mkay but like...but like. But like. Yeah he's probably 40 and being passed around like a blunt at a frathouse, friend was genuinely like not worth it not in a omg I'm jealous way but in an im trying to shield you from something way. Is he...like married now? Bc honestly good for him but he always absolutely fell for brunette/ dirty blonde social workers who genuinely believed they could fix him and given it's a small social worker scene in this town I can probably pin down the unlucky gal. (Nobody can fix him that's part of his je ne sais quoi) or like. Was it me bc yes it was but I do therapy now and am slightly less emotionally constipated and I could probably ask him out on a date or whatever normal ppl do.

Or...is he genuinely unchanged? Bc...as alluring as a metalhead who's still in a preening slut phase well into his 30s at what has to be age 40 now seems on paper...I swear there's probably 0 emotional intelligence under all that Marvel knowledge and lore. Oh and he's a drummer too I forgot. Yeah that's still kinda cute tho...god he's probably having a ball with this particular Logan on the big screen now. I bet I could seduce him with my fake claws or whatever normal people do...

Anyway. I should at least ask him how his dog is doing.

Oh wait no this also reminded me of how when I worked at that same org, I started off at the thrift store and one of the managers and I would accidentally wear functionally the same outfits all fall. Skater or pop culture shirt, soft flannel, ironic hat, jeans or chinos, Vans. And it was always such a joy to show up accidentally dressed the same as a 6ft2 actual skateboard man who did skateboarding and could grind. But I just did it bc I looked cute. Anyway it absolutely pissed him off and got him to go on a "ugh you don't even skate you poser" rant no matter that we were both in our mid 20s then...I just looked so cute in that fit and it continues to be my fit of choice hence Feral Flannel Fall.

I hope that man is doing ok. Good times.

[jonquildove]

skjoldmoy:

The journey west had been arduous, treasonous rocks berating the bow of her ship, treacherous winds forcing a spray of salt to crystallise on ashen skin. She pulls her brown turtleneck up to her nose, as the waves crashed violently up to her. As the port drew her in, luring her into its cavernous mouth, Lagertha would only feel a wave of relief crashing over her. The Nords, notorious seafarers, would barely struggle against nature’s toils, hacking through tempestuous waves with iron and wood, though skating through the frigid waves into the western lands only proved troublesome, the Earl could only hope that the strings of vomit hadn’t clung to the flanks of her ships, stomachs weakened under the travellers diet of salted, cold meat and sour milk. She was the earl of Hedeby, having left Kattegat, even as her heart yearned for her home and her husband Ragnar. He had cheated on her with the princess Aslaug. She’d step off the bow first, fingers unfurling from around their strained grip at the mast, ocean breeze fluttering braids in her hair behind her, eyes flickering toward the welcome, stiff smiles barely reaching the eyes of the men, cloaked in soft and jaded fabrics, the stark opposite to the worn leather that clung to her Northmen’s chests. Still, she’d thank them, ushering her men to obediently pad behind her, thick, stomping legs thumping in unison as they headed to their audience. As they walked, she’d pause, fistbumping her sailors, allowing curious eyes to settle on the wary faces, though an equal interest would beam from them. The Earl knew little about how she’d be received in the western lands, King’s Landing, as the westerners had so lovingly dubbed ; she curious and wanted to treat with them and see beautiful farming land, nor the savage reputation that the Nords had conjured up, a beast with claws and fanged teeth, so different to the truth of her ways. Sauntering into a large hall, gold adorning the walls and plating iron swords which jutted hazardously from a chair amidst the centre of the room, Lagertha’s head would crane, drinking in the sights before her. If this were any other day, a raid would be in order. Surely she wouldn’t be the only one with wandering eyes, greed flecked deep within them, though her men kept quiet, apprehensive of the western men bunched at the walls. ”Moi tsarevich," She bowed. "It is strange to arrive west under friendly pretences… your port is very pretty.” Heavily accented English jarred against her Nordic tongue, no more than a clamour in her ear as stilted words parted chapped lips. Athelstan’s vocabulary had allowed the Lothbroks to grow, he teaching Ragnar initially ( as he liked the monk ) and Gyda ; with sticks in the dirt, true speakers of the western tongue, though limited, extremely limited. “I thank you for a pleasant welcoming.”

Sansa heard the strong accent coming from the woman, indicating that she came from some far foreign land to Westeros. She couldn’t quite place it though, perhaps from the Free Cities? Hushed whispers could be heard from Joffrey’s men, as they glanced toward the woman and her men, as Sansa walked over to her place next to Queen Cersei. She was momentarily relieved that no-one was paying any attention to her at the moment. Until Cersei looked over to her that is, and smiled. “I’m pleased to see you here, little dove. I would ask you to show our guest around soon…”

Sansa nodded, knowing that she must needs do what Cersei asked of her. She wondered why Cersei called her dove, perhaps that she looked white and innocent. She also heard whispers in court she was called sobachka, a puppy -- as she was a wolf. They called her a puppy, as she could not fight in battle, she crying all the time, and Joffrey's guardsmen hitting her at his bequest. Joffrey placed one casual hand on the armrest of his throne, carefully avoiding the harsh spikes of the swords that adorned the back, as he considered this newcomer, glancing at her with the observant, interested green hues of his eyes that Sansa used to so love. “—Yes, well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, m'lady. And I thank you for the compliment. I pray you had a safe journey to here. And may I ask your name?”