#like i had a physical reaction to the anger i was trying to contain inside my body

[shigokyu]

I have never been so unreasonably angry while reading or watching a piece of media.

[daintcas]

breaking up with rafe cameron (it lasts a day) !

your phone was blowing up furiously with notifications you didn't have to look at to know who it was. another text from your recently self-proclaimed ex-boyfriend pinged again.

'Where are you'

'Answer me.'

'I'm coming to your house'

'We're going to talk about this'

swiping off the messages from your lock screen and angrily flipping over your phone, you sat up in bed where you'd been sulking and threw off the covers.

he'd really hurt your feelings this time, off and gone doing god knows what (selling w barry) for days, usually without a single text. when you did finally get to see him, he had the audacity to be tense and mean towards you.

everyone knows about rafe's short temper, but you're the one who had to deal with it. after so much of letting him take it out on you - especially recently - and not having a spare second to love on your boyfriend, you'd had enough and stopped hanging around his house. shortly after, ending it through a single text.

the sound of his truck swerving into your driveway had you furrowing your brows and pouting, stomping down the stairs to lock the front door. as you reach out the twist the knob, it swings open and you're left stumbling back.

his mere presence towering over you wipes your confidence to say anything. forcing himself inside, he shuts the door behind him and inches closer to you - like a predator to their prey.

"you gonna explain, or what?" he asks, tauntingly slow as he looks down at you and your glossy eyes, trying to contain his anger.

"we're done, rafe. that's what," you push out, though admittedly failing at trying to stand your ground. with him here in front of you, what could you possibly have been so upset about? your memory fails you the longer you keep his intense gaze.

he scoffs and shakes his head, exhaling sharply through his nose to physically release his rage - though his jaw is still firmly clenched. "that's fuckin' rich."

"i'm serious. you're— you're never here. i'm all by myself at your house all the time. i just.. it's so lonely." after finally finding your words and letting them out, the both of you seem to relax a bit.

"baby, i— listen, i'm workin' a business now, okay? i got my own money, i'm.. providing. for you." he explains in a hurry, trying to hide how desperately he needs you back.

"i don't need any of that, rafe. i just want to be around you." your voice starts to trail off towards the end, partly because of the vulnerability but mostly because of his possible reaction.

as he runs his hands over his face to ease the tension between his brows, he lets out a sigh and stays silent for a moment.

"don't fucking scare me like that. you can just tell me this shit, don't have to go starting a bunch of nonsense." the words are followed by his hands dropping to his side, looking down at you more hurt than mad.

it has your heart melting and your head nodding before looking down, letting out a bold but harmless mumble. "still mad at you though.."

the arm hooking around the back of your neck tugs you into his chest, free hand messily working through your hair to pull you firmer against him. his lips plant possessively on the crown of your head before murmuring, "jesus christ."

[dorabellingham]

My woman

warning: verbal attacks, anxiety

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when after england loses a game, a player freaks out at you, but he defends you.

may contain spelling and translation errors!

You were in the middle of the stands, near the reserved area, where you always waited for the end of the games to greet Jude or, sometimes, another player. The cold wind cut your face, and the stadium was starting to empty. England had just lost an important game, and the mood was heavy. Even though you were discreet and trying not to draw too much attention, you felt the eyes of some frustrated fans around you.

Suddenly, you heard quick footsteps approaching and, before you could react, you felt firm hands holding your shoulders. The fright was immediate, and when you turned to see who it was, your eyes met a player from the team, visibly out of control. He was holding you tightly, his face red with anger, his jaw tense and his eyebrows furrowed with pure frustration.

—You! —He shouted, his voice full of desperation and hatred. —What do you think you’re doing here? Do you think this is a show, that you can just come, smile and pretend everything is fine?! This is no joke, you're just a bunch of self-interested whores!

Paralyzed, you tried to pull away, but the player held you tightly. The pressure on your shoulders was uncomfortable, and you felt despair growing inside you. You tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. Your body was tense, and fear began to take over. You had never been treated like this before, you never expected to be the target of such an irrational outburst.

—You come here, with those smiles and shitty shirts, and you think you're helping? You only make everything worse, since you're a bunch of little women waiting to be fucked after the game, and that's all you care about!

He continued, spitting furious words.

The people around you began to realize what was happening, but no one seemed to have the courage to interfere. That man's mental chaos was palpable. You, still without reaction, tried to remain calm, but the fear grew with each word he shouted in your direction. You looked around, looking for Jude or someone who could intervene, but no one you knew was around.

Suddenly, a loud sound cut through the air. It was a voice you knew well.

—Let her go, now!

Bellingham came running, his face completely altered with rage. He barely managed to register what was happening before he intervened.

The player hesitated for a second, but soon let go of your shoulders, throwing his hands to the side with a sudden movement. Jude immediately placed himself between you, staring at the player with an expression that mixed fury and protectiveness. You were panting, your eyes wide with fright, but now you felt a little safer with your boyfriend in front of you.

—Have you lost your mind? —Jude shouted, his voice firm. —What the hell do you think you’re doing?

The player, still seething with frustration, shook his head and took a step back, but not before casting one last look of contempt in your direction. He seemed to want to say something, but he simply turned and left, still muttering under his breath words that he couldn't understand.

Jude quickly turned to you, his eyes worried and his voice much softer now.

—Babe, are you okay? Did he hurt you?

He placed his hands lightly on your arms, checking to make sure nothing physical had happened.

You, still processing what had just happened, tried to speak, but your voice came out weak.

—I... I don’t know what happened. He just showed up and started yelling...

You said, still scared, but trying to stay calm.

Jude pulled you closer, hugging you tightly, trying to reassure you. He could feel your body shaking slightly, and that only increased your anger at the situation.

—No one has the right to treat you like this. —He said, his voice lower and full of repressed tension. —I’ll never let that happen again.

You nodded, still recovering from the shock, but feeling much safer with Jude by your side.

Time Skip

As you rode in the taxi back to your London apartment, the heavy silence inside the car contrasted with the faint noise of the city outside. Jude was focused, his jaw clenched, still clearly irritated by what had happened at the stadium. You, on the other hand, were beginning to feel a familiar pressure in your chest.

Your thoughts were racing, your heart beating faster with each passing minute. The image of the player yelling at you, the look of fury in his eyes, the cutting words still echoed in your mind. You tried to control your breathing, to focus on the noise of the traffic, but the feeling of panic was growing, threatening to take over.

You knew he would notice as soon as he looked at you. You knew Jude wouldn't react well if he knew that this confrontation had caused a panic attack. What the player had done had already made him furious, and he would probably go after him if he knew his girlfriend was having a crisis because of it.

Trying to look as calm as possible, you looked out the window, but your fingers were already shaking, and your breathing was starting to become ragged. You felt your chest tighten again, as if the air was disappearing.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath...

You thought, trying to hold back the tears. But the feeling of being trapped in that moment, unable to free yourself from the anguish, only grew.

—Sweetheart, are you okay?

Jude asked suddenly, turning his head to you, his gaze worried. He had noticed the prolonged silence and the way you kept your face turned away.

You tried to smile, but it came out forced. Your eyes were already starting to shine with the tears you were trying to hold back.

—Yeah... just... tired, I guess.

You answered, your voice low and slightly shaky.

Your boyfriend frowned, sensing that something wasn't right. He knew you well enough to know when you were hiding something. You avoided eye contact, and your hands were shaking slightly in your lap. He took one of your hands gently, trying to comfort you.

—Y/n, I know you. What’s going on?

He asked, the concern in his voice becoming more evident.

You tried to take a deep breath, but your breaths came out fast and shallow, and at that moment, you knew you couldn’t hide it for much longer. A panic attack was setting in, and you hated it. You didn’t want Jude to worry, or to get even angrier than he already was.

—No… it’s nothing, Jude. I just… I’m… Your voice faltered as you tried to find the words. You squeezed his hand tightly, trying to use that contact as an anchoring point.

He looked closer, seeing the sparkle in your eyes and noticing the way you tried to control your breathing, but to no avail. It was then that he realized what was happening.

—Hey, stay calm... —Jude said, moving closer in the seat, his voice lowering, trying to bring a sense of calm. —Babe, are you having a panic attack?

You bit your lip, unable to hold back the tears that were now falling silently down your face. You nodded, lacking the strength to say anything else. Your body was tense, as if you were about to collapse.

—I... I didn't want you to know, Jude. I don't want to worry you. I don't want you to go after that player.

You finally confessed, your voice shaking as the tears flowed faster now.

Bellingham felt a pang of pain in his chest when he saw his girlfriend like this. He knew you had dealt with panic attacks in the past, but he hadn't expected that confrontation to trigger something so strong. He squeezed your hand more firmly and, without hesitation, gently pulled you closer to him, wrapping you in his arms.

—Y/n, look at me —He asked, his voice soft. —It doesn't matter what caused this. I won't do anything stupid, okay? I'm just here for you. We'll get through this together, like we always do.

You buried your face in his chest, sobbing softly as you tried to control your breathing. The sound of Jude’s heartbeat was the only thing anchoring you at the moment.

[niceboyeds]

rough day (e.m)

eddie x fem!reader

18+ MDNI

contains: language, unprotected PIV, slight cockwarming, lmk if i missed something!

a/n: y’all voted, and wanted smut, so here you go little freaks. i hope you enjoy!

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it had been a long day. hell, even that was putting it lightly. it was the worst day at work you could have possibly had and yet you hadn’t taken it out on a single customer, coworker, or even the concrete wall in the back alleyway.

you trudged through the door into the beloved Munson Family’s trailer, a place you felt like you were able to relax and be greeted with endless love and support.

today however, you had no room to receive love or support. you instead just wanted to crawl into bed and wither away. you wanted to physically be unable to tell the difference between your body and the mattress.

Eddie sits in the living room on the sofa and instantly lights up at the sight of seeing you. he stands to greet you with a hug but once locking his eyes with yours his smile fades and his walk slows.

“hey baby… bad day?” he treads carefully. surely scared to receive the brunt of your harbored anger.

“yeah. like literally the worst ever.” you sigh, the feeling overwhelming as hot tears prick your eyes.

after slipping off your shoes, you pad to the bedroom and start stripping your work uniform off your body and finally feeling some sort of relief.

Eddie follows you around at a distance, still nervous to see what you take out your aggression on and comfort you where needed.

you sit yourself cross-legged and naked on the bedroom floor, opening the bottom drawer of Eddie’s dresser where he keeps a decent stack of semi-clean tshirts for you to wear. you pull the top shirt out and glide it over your head and arms, engulfing you in his scent.

it takes everything in you to just stand from the floor and crawl onto the bed, letting your body hit the mattress as you lay flat on your back. you hold your arms up and move your fingers in a motion that implies you want Eddie to join you on the bed.

“whatcha need hun?” he asks softly, laying next you while combing though your hair with his fingers.

“you, please. i need you to fuck me until i forget the world exists.” you turn your head, locking eyes with his.

“okay baby, i got you.” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you as he begins grinding his growing erection against your thigh.

you don’t leave room for much foreplay, craving him inside of you. you strip him of his clothes and pull him on top of your body.

seeing your eagerness, he doesn’t even try to finger you first, which unsurprisingly you didn’t even need. he just shoves his cock into your weeping and needy hole.

“oh fuck! yes baby, harder please!” you cry out, gripping onto his back by the shoulder blades, pulling him down to be closer to you.

he pounds into you, grunting and whispering sweet praises into your ear.

“there you go baby, being so good. look at you, taking all of me so perfectly.” he coos, his lips lingering on your ear.

as soon as you begin clenching around his cock he knows you’re close. you feel him pulsating against your walls as he moves one hand down to play with your clit. he swirls the small bud around in between his pointer finger and thumb, making you jerk up in reaction, his cock hitting you just right at your movement.

“fucking hell, Eds! i’m so close. don’t stop, please don’t sto—” unable to even finish your sentence, you feel him shuttering as his white and sticky cum spills inside of you. that alone is enough to bring you to your orgasm.

you lay on the bed, feeling his cock still twitching inside of you as your body becomes less tense. you feel like a puddle, just melting into the mattress with Eddie laying on top of you.

after a moment, he shifts, beginning to pull out of you but you’re quick to stop him.

“wait! no, please don’t. just… just wait a little longer? i need to feel you close to me.” you squeak out, not feeling an ounce of anger like you had earlier in the evening.

you felt comfortable, safe, and content with the current situation you were in. the rough day you had gone through seemed to have been whisked away by the presence of Eddie. though the orgasm he gave you certainly was a key factor as well.

“don’t worry baby, i’m not going anywhere.” his words are soft, bringing more comfort to you as you continue holding him in a tight hug.

[ophidianthoughts]

The mention of his daughter has him almost snapping only to then remember that he doesn't need to. The chains biting feel almost like him dragging his claws on the other's face. It's an anger relief, passive-aggressive, he doesn't have to do anything to feel his disgust at Adam's words, accomplished. He just has to stand there and let the chains do the work.

It's a massive power trip. One that makes him wetter, warmer. All he has to do is feel anything negative towards the remarks of the first Man and the steel bites into him. The sob...the yelp, the whining, and the whimpering fill his ears like it was pure melodies of the best type. He feels the very core of his being pulsing in absolute delight. He had no idea this could feel so good. Watching him suffer this way feels like a pleasure that makes him addicted. The direct pain of the first Man...it scratches a part of him he didn't know he had.

The grip on the other's horn tightens. The very feeling of the metal against the sensitive spot makes a shiver run down his spine, and the lower part of his stomach ignites in burning. And despite his best judgment, a moan comes out. Not loud or thin, but also not contained and deep, a moan simply natural and filled with all that repressed need of the last 7 years. His legs don't shake but his foot does move on the back of Adam, shoving the heel deeper into that misplaced shoulder.

Short but sure, a moan that flushed the pale face into rosiness.

He can feel the dislocated bone and to get back the standpoint of power he shoves his foot right on the dislocated area to provoke more pain and remind the birdy who's in charge.

"Your mouth will be too busy servicing me for you to open it about this matter..." His chest heaves and his breath is husky. Swallow dry, trying to contain the small jerks of his hips as the pleasure slowly builds up in premature spasms. He wasn't used to this anymore. "...but I'm...ah...not worried. You won't get out of here until you're a ...good...dog."

A piece of hair gets misplaced from the perfectly combed back lick when his head falls back some. His grip now pulling tightly like demanding more.

More tongue, more pain, more obedience. His eyes close. Like wanting to feel everything by tenfold. The dislocated bone under his heel, the horns on his hand, and the slobbering mouth muscle on his labia.

His lips purse like wanting to restrain his voice. Still not being fully honest about this whole new ordeal. And between restrained sounds he demands.

"Don't...don't just work the outside, go in...it's..." Breath cuts. Fuck, he was sounding so weak. He had to make sure he didn't. Catching himself on the stuttering. "...it's an order."

It's a dangerous game. Having his innards probed. If it's control he wants, having his insides stimulated this way after years of alone action, could have a very...cheap reaction.

But he couldn't think straight right now. All he could think was that he had a tormented Adam obediently going down on him. As much as he tries to have contempt he's only flesh and bone and this is the first day of acting as the control master of the caged bird.

"And I told you...anytime you address me, you'll call me...Lord, Master, or King."

This time he looks down. Wanting to see it, the way the other leans his face on his thigh, the way his long yellow tongue works him. The view will be burned in his mind forever. There's no way His Highness would ever forget it. It makes him lose control for a second and simply move against it. Like physically demanding more pleasure, like it wasn't enough. Pulling his head once more.

@bored2deathiswear xxx

There's the briefest moment he wonders what flavor the other actually refers to- mostly because the scent of cunt drippings generally doesn't stray far from its flavor profile unless it's like sufficiently diseased. In which case, it's a case no different in discerning edibility than with figuring out if uncooked chicken smelled rank. But with how the restraints burned behind his back until the lack of twisting space to cope with the flare up tore the timbre from throat after it had boiled enough to a blistering heat buried deep in his chest, he was starting to suspect that 'flavor' he's really being expected to swallow is the stinging consequence of whatever slight this vindictive fuck took from his very vocal disdain with being literally held hostage in his shittily decored dungeon. A snowflake in hell- how fucking ironic.

"Guh-huh-huhhh!! Dammit...!"

His breath comes out in labored heaves once the burning at his wrists settle down to a simmer once again. The threat that its still there waiting for his whining to start back up hasn't quite sunk in yet, or maybe man is just built to endure far more than expected after the hardships that followed eviction from Eden? Either way, the excess of slobber serves as a temporary barrier between whatever biting remark he could make in retort to the other's so carefully laid out plans for heaven's most militant. And awfully ambitious plans they were- enough to warrant a cruel laugh if he wasn't busy slurping and swallowing his own mess- a task that seemed to take one step forward and five back with how much the dam of his mouth overflowed to aleve the not so natural disaster of pussy drought.

The yellows of his eyes slide shut to slits of an equally garrish glow as the tip of claw traces the expanding root system of his cracked cheek which gave the impression that the man was not so unlike pottery that slamming him down enough times would eventually yield damages, and damages would eventually yield shattering. Not that he seemed aware of that himself with how he scowls and forces his face sideways and away from the intrusion of inspection. Once he stops trying to swallow everything away and let's the sluices spill freely, so does his scorn.

"Riiiiight- like you took what they did in Eden and shit all over it? And for what? You're still here burning alone in hell, looking to fix a problem that started with YOU. So be my fucking guest! I'm sure your bright-eyed little brat will love to hear about the new hobby-" Another round of heated cuffs detecting insolence causes his clenched teeth to tremble short of cracking before he can't hold back the scalded screech summoned from the avian depths of a caged archangel.

By the time he's settled down again save a few lingering twitches, the side of the other's thigh has become a much needed headrest lest his neck suffer the weight of his horns when his head inevitably falls forward from the gathering exhaustion of being flash fried every chance he gets to speak. Sure it's starting to click that he could just shut up, but if pride is kindling than his is a forest. Of course he comes to realize that even shutting up doesn't seem to work as intended. Because even when the truth of his disheveled drooling is begrudgingly admitted, the cuffs deem his wrists even more eligible for biting. And this time, it's not so readily endured.

A sharp, surprised inhale hardly fills his lungs with the needed expenditure of pain that erupts soon after. Hoarse shredding of vocal chords accompany each winded yelp with the tone of guitar strings being cut one by one. "FUHUHuUuck!! FUCKing shiiiiit! FuckING sTOPppauuugh-!!!" With no room to thrash, he does so anyway- his back half kicking outside at the side of the building while he continues to contort in place, twisting violently as if he were trying to escape his very arms like a lizard might drop its tail. There's a subtle crunch and a pop from somewhere between his back and the window frame, and the pain that came of dislocating both arms felt soothing compared to the heat of the cuffs that now...didn't feel like much thanks to the feeling in both appendages going blissfully numb in comparison.

Panting wildly with a hint of a sob hidden in the sloppy mess of dry heaves, he remains otherwise wordless as he tries to process just what happened and swivel a stung look up at Lucifer as if to gauge whether or not he could tell that his restraints were now compromised by the odd angles his shoulders now strained at. He's just met with the apple end of a cane smearing his saliva off his chin like it would be a mess seconds after. Any demand the other makes seems like an echo from far off as the man finds his bearings again- well, as much as he can considering. Though with how tightly the window's frame has him in its grasp, there's little way for his arms to shift and summon up more muted stings at the base of his shoulders.

Well- the leg suddenly slung over one of said shoulders doesn't help, of course. But the hiss he emits in response is not exactly out of character for how he'd usually feel about the other using him as some sort of glorified perch. With a careful shift beneath the mounting that still elicits a wince despite his efforts at bearing the other's weight and the dig of a heel between dislocated shoulders, the man settles back into his slobbering as the leathery stink seeps free of an undid zipper.

With a groan of both muted pain and relief, he ignores his captor's goading in favor of huffing in several whiffs of the unmistakable aroma of arousal as if it's a balm to distract him from recent aches. Leaning in to the jerk on his horn, he issues the low growl of a half starved heaven beast before the thrumming heat of his mask bumps the offered folds and the harsh slide of golden tongue travels up through them. The cold steel of the silver stud piercing catching briefly on clit during the hungry task as the heat of his halo rests undisturbed against the other's unbuttoned clavicle, thrumming with each searching swab of a thoughtless tongue.

[jeschalynn]

what fester saw (part 1)

aka "Fester is confused by awkward human courtship rituals."

part 2 /// part 3

Warnings: swearing, brief threats of violence, mentions of self-harm/self-mutilation but nothing explicit, more swearing. Reader/MC mentioned is gender-neutral. POV is a tarantula btw. Word count: 970ish

Original source content is NSFW/18+/MINORS DNI.

Author’s note: Fester, Ketamine, and Casanova belong to @cannibalsweetheart.

Fester poked his head out of his burrow when he heard a door slam closed nearby. He perked up at the sound of his human’s voice. His human was upset about something. Fester could hear anger thrumming with every word, and the words humans used for cursing others were trickling freely like drops of acid rain.

Fester skittered excitedly within his enclosure while he waited for his human to come see him. It didn’t take long.

“I already fucking told you, Valentine,” his human spat as he barged into the room, “I didn’t fucking see it. Leave me the fuck alone before I come back there and end you.” His human tossed the talking device onto his bed and muttered in that other language he used only in his darker moods. He shuffled in and out of the room a few times as he completed some of his coming-home rituals. After a few minutes, he walked over to Fester’s enclosure and reached a hand inside. Fester nearly pounced onto the offered palm. 

His human laid down on his bed and set Fester on his chest. This was a reward for their special friendship. His human would breathe quietly or vent to Fester about something that annoyed him at the place he works while he pet Fester soothingly. He spoke of many humans in vague detail, but Valentine was a regular mention on days when his mood seemed especially sour. Fester scampered around on his human’s chest for a few moments before settling into the comfortable slope near his ribs.

The quiet calm of the room was broken by the talking device buzzing nearby. His human sighed and flicked his fingers against the screen, not bothering to take his eyes off the ceiling he had been glaring at. “You must have a fucking death wish if you’re bothering me about this shit again.”

There was a moment of silence. A cough came through the speaker. “Um, I’m sorry. Ket?”

Fester didn’t recognize this voice, but his human did. He shot up into a sitting position and Fester would’ve gone tumbling into the bed covers if there wasn’t a warm hand holding him in place. His human was so thoughtful.

“What d’you fucking want?” his human snarled. 

“Uhh, I wanted to apologize. I didn’t think Cas would bother you like that. I know you had a long day.” The other human’s voice had a slight tremor and sounded uneasy. Fester knew his human caused this reaction in others. He could be very intimidating.

“Whatever,” his human said. “Lose my fucking number. Keep a better eye on your shit.”

“I know, I know. I got it from Cas, I think he was trying to help but you know how he gets. I promise it's not a big deal. Anyway, sorry again and good-“

His human tapped the screen and the unfamiliar voice cut off. Fester felt calloused fingertips brush against him carefully and he wiggled a bit in contentment.

“Let’s go for a walk, buddy.”

Fester often accompanied his human while he completed chores around their domicile. He had a preferred shelf in the main living area that gave him the best view of the kitchen and the balcony outside. He sat there now as his human rooted through cupboards in the kitchen and started fixing a drink. He had taken off his shirt earlier and Fester watched scars flex across his skin as he moved.

His human contained the wild power of a storm that kept most humans from wanting to get too close. Fester learned quickly that humans liked to engage in physical courtship but none lasted longer than that. He knew they didn’t like the storm inside his human, the one that caused his anger to flare and the silence around him to crackle. His human’s trust was buried deep. Fester wondered if his human was lonely because it had been so long since a potential mate had visited. If being without a mate bothered him, he didn’t show it. He was good at hiding his weaknesses.

In the past, Fester had watched his human carve at his own skin that healed into a labyrinth of raised scars and strange markings. Undeserving mates called his body ugly. Fester knew humans could be weak, but his human was resilient. He was a fighter, a hunter, and a capable provider. Those would-be mates of his past were unworthy. A true mate for his human would recognize his strength for what it was.

Fester noticed his human had finished his drink and tidying up, and he paused in the middle of the living area. The room was spotless now except for his work bag that had been dropped beside the couch. His human approached the bag with a hesitant step. Fester looked on in concern. The expression on his human’s face was indescribable - there was a glint in his eye he’d never seen before. He was very rarely fearful, so what could it be?

His human fiddled with some clasps on the bag before pulling out a long piece of fabric. It looked well-worn but clean, like so many of his human’s favourite coverings. Fester didn’t recognize it. His human gathered it in his hands and slowly wrapped it loosely around his neck. Fester heard his human take long sniffs like he was scenting something unfamiliar but delicious. Something like prey.

“Fucking MC,” his human muttered quietly. Fester didn’t recognize that name.

After a moment he tore the cloth off him like it had grown fangs and bitten him. He let it drop at his feet and he kicked it away with a huff. He stomped over to where Fester had been watching this unusual display and picked him up.

“Time for bed, buddy.”

Fester settled into his human’s hold, sneaking one last glance at the curious item piled on the floor before being carried out of the room.

[strangelysamantha]

bittersweet ☆

possessive!rafe x plus!sized reader.

warnings: crazy rafe, possessive and obsessive behavior, swearing, underage drinking, reader gets hurt, physical fight, ect.

words: 2,167.

summary: you went to a local party by the beach when rafes unstable side peeked out. jj maybank finds you alone, and decides to talk to you. rafe gets possessive and upset, thinking that jj was hitting on you.

request?: no :)

a/n: i’m working on requests but since my computer is down it’s taking longer because i hate typing on my phone especially because tumblr always deletes what i’ve written. i’m hopeful that my computer will be fixed by tomorrow, until then i’ll try and produce a few stories since i’ve been MIA for a few days. remember to like and comment if you enjoy this! <3

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“please just come with me.” rafe frowned as he sat on your porch pleading to you, telling you why you should go to a beach party with him. “why rafe?” you frown, not in a partying mood. instead, you would much rather stay home and do a movie marathon. “please baby, i swear i’ll make it up to you.” you roll your eyes at his begging. “fine, but only because you are so cute.” his eyes sparkle as a smile lifts on his lips, you pull him into a quick kiss.

you walk back inside to get dressed for the bonfire. rafe was wearing blue and orange, and you wanted to match him. so, you grabbed a pair of dark blue ripped jean shorts, and an orange v-neck. you apply some perfume and jewelry before putting on some shoes. just as you were finishing up, rafe walked into your room smirking. “awh, you wanted to match with me.” he smiled. despite you knowing his look was filled with adoration you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his long glance. “obviously, don’t you want people to know i’m yours?” you question him, waiting for his response. “well, matching clothes won’t change anything. everyone already knows.” you nod smiling before pulling him into a kiss.

once you pull away from the kiss, he grabs your hand and leads you to the car as he drives to the beach. his hand finding its way on your thigh; gripping it tightly. while he drove to the beach, you paid close attention to your phone, checking social media for any major updates. rafes grasp on your thigh loosened as the car came to a halt. you were parked on the beach, the sun was already setting.

you both exit the car, rafe swiftly moving from his side of the car to yours. “thank you for coming with me.” his hand finds yours, pulling them together. “of course, i love hanging out with you.” he lets go of your hand, and moves his arm to hold closely around your waist. the two of you begin to walk towards the already drunken teen filled beach.

you frown at the amount of trash that litters the sand. you stay close to rafe, as he approaches topper and kelce. “hey guys.” you say to them to make conversation. they nod in your direction, acknowledging you before their attention turns towards rafe again. you don’t pay any mind to what the boys are discussing. after a while you become bored, so you slowly slip out of rafes arm to go get a drink. “i’m going to go get a drink, do you want one?” you ask rafe, and he glances at you smiling. “yes please, thanks baby.” you lean in for a quick kiss before leaving to go get drinks. you weren’t a heavy drinker, always scared of what you would say or do under the influence, so you grab yourself a water and grab a beer for rafe.

you return to the spot you were in earlier, but it’s now vacant. rafe, topper, and kelce all leaving you behind. you frown, looking around for them but coming up short. you had no idea where they could be since this beach was huge. you don’t bother wasting your time looking for them, instead you start to head for the bonfire.

you weren’t surprised that rafe had left you all alone. this always happened. he would beg you to go to something, just to abandon you half way through it. it didn’t bother you, it just worried you, scared of what he was doing without you.

once you arrived at the bonfire, you decided to down the drink once made for rafe, the beer stinging your throat. you drank three more chugs before drinking water as well. it doesn’t take long for the alcohol to come into effect. you knew it had clouded your judgement when you were laughing at jj maybanks jokes of all people. “i’m telling you, these people were fucking crazy.” you giggled as he made exaggerated reactions. “you’re telling me! that sounds scary as fuck. i wouldn’t have survived.” he shook his head looking down at you, “i’m sure you would have figured something out.” you nod at him.

“have you seen those dudes since?” you ask, intrigued by his story. “actually, yeah. their story isn’t the brightest… sheriff told me that they-” his voice cut off as he made a slicing noise above his throat. your eyes widened in shock. “oh my god! really??” you grab his arm, “what if they came back for you! bro no way…” your heart rate quickens at the thought of evil men chasing random kids. “no, i know right, scary as shit. i guess it’s bittersweet because they died, but now they aren’t after us anymore.” he shrugs, sipping his red solo cup. “i guess. it’s still scary. so many people are unexpectedly dying nowadays, i definitely-” you were interrupted as rafe put an arm around you, eyeing jj up and down.

“continue baby, what were you saying?” rafe asked, smiling at you for a split second before it disappeared when his eyes focused on jj again. “oh we were just talking about bad men, and how this town is scarier than it used to be.” he nods at you. “jj what are you doing talking to my girl?” jj stands up straighter, “why do you care? do you own her or something?” rafe scoffed, “yes.” the confusion on your face was evident and jj was quick on acknowledging it. “oh really? by the look on her face, she doesn’t agree.” he glances at you, but you have quickly recovered. “what are you talking about maybank?” you interrupted the two immediately not wanting a fight to break out. “i was just talking to jj because he had a funny story. it wasn’t anything like that, i swear babe.” you words slurred together and it was evident you weren’t in the right headspace.

rafes eyes widened as he fully realized that you were so intoxicated that you had no idea what was going on, “what the fuck maybank? you got her drunk for what? you trying to fuck her?” jj couldn’t believe rafes nerve. “one, she was drunk when she came up to me, and two, i don’t need to fuck her, i already have.” your heart dropped at jj's confession.

“maybank, do you want to take that back?” you could tell rafe was trying to give jj a chance to redeem himself before all hell breaks loose. your hand tightened on rafes bicep trying to get him to move on, but he wouldn’t budge. “can't take back what’s already happened.” jj shrugged again, smirking.

rafe was the first one to throw a punch, you stumbled back as he had pushed you away. with your luck, your head had landed right against the beverage table, scratching the side of your face from your temple to the side of your cheek. you hiss in pain, moving your fingers to feel it. when you retreat your hand you see it covered in blood. you groan in pain, hissing as the cool air makes it sting.

you clumsy stand up, looking ahead to see rafe and jj were still fighting. “rafe!” you weakly call out, but he was stuck in his own little bubble as he pounded his fists against jjs face. you stumble away, walking far from the beach. you were too tired to even try to process what was going on. the yelling behind you quietly faded as you made your way farther along the beach.

not even a minute later you hear rafe running after you. “what rafe?” you ask, but your back is still turned to him. “baby, please just- i’m sorry okay. i, i don’t know. i was just scared he’d take you from me. i don’t want to lose you, you are all i have. you mean too much to me for some pogue to take.” his rambling only pissed you off more. “rafe, please. i have a headache, all i want is to go home.” you frown.

his eyes moved from the sand up to your face, surprised by the huge gash on your face that was oozing blood. “baby?! who did this to you?” you couldn’t contain your anger any longer. you used all your strength, pushing his shoulders back. “you did! you fucking asshole.” the fact that he didn’t even budge from the push you sent his way, pissed you off even more. “baby, i, you know i would never do anything to intentionally hurt you?” your silence only scared him even more.

“baby, i wouldn’t- i didn’t mean to hurt you.” his breathing was heavy as the realization hit him. he had undeniably hurt you, and he had undoubtedly lost you. “no, because this can’t be happening. i can't lose you. baby, i- it was an accident. please, you gotta understand i didn’t want to hurt you, it was just jj fucking all over you, and the way he tried to claim you, saying he already had you, it just- the anger i couldn’t even hold myself back.” you nod at his words. “rafe i understand that. i, just. i don’t want this. do you think i want you to assault every guy who even looks at me? it makes me feel like shit. do you know how shitty it makes me feel? that you think i would chose anyone else when i have you. it hurts to know that you think i’m not loyal enough.” you frown, tears easily falling out of your eyes.

“baby- it’s not you i’m worried about.” you nod, “i know… it just doesn’t feel that way.” he goes to speak again but you quickly interrupt him. “can we please continue this at your house? my head seriously hurts.” his eyes soften, his hand cupping your cheek. he hesitated before he pulled you into a kiss, when you kissed him back he could feel his smile come back. “rafe.” you say again, before pointing to your head. “right baby, i’m sorry. let's go.” you nod.

he walks you to his car, opening the door for you before you hop in. he puts your seatbelt on for you. his protective side shining through once again. he walks around, before hopping in himself. he starts the car. “seatbelt…?.” you question. he laughs quietly. “of course, baby.” you nod as he puts his seatbelt on. his hand reached for your thigh again, before he drove the two of you to his house.

when you arrived, your head was pounding. you could feel it throbbing, the blood dripping onto your orange v neck. you frown at the sight. the two of you walk inside, and he immediately pulls you into his room, placing you on the edge of his bed. he runs to his bathroom grabbing a table cloth and the first aid kit.

he opens the first aid kit, placing it beside you. he takes the wet washcloth, wiping away the blood. after cleaning it, he added antibacterial cream, and then covered it in gauze. he kissed the bandage covering it before walking to his closet.

“here. wear this, and i’ll wash your t-shirt.” you nod, “thank you rafe.” he turns around and you swiftly change your t-shirt. he turns around, his heart hammering inside his chest, still scared about where you stood.

“rafe. i don’t want to lose you. i love you a lot, but i don’t want to continue this if every time a guy looks at me funny, you beat him up. i appreciate you protecting me, but they aren’t worth it.” he nods, soaking up every word. “if you can promise me that you won’t fight random people anymore, then i think we can work this out, and work through this.” he smiles softly, “is that a deal?” you ask. “of course baby. i promise i won’t fight anyone unless they really deserve it.” you roll your eyes, “fine. that’s good enough; but please, let’s hope it doesn’t get too bad.” he laughs, “let’s hope.” you grab his hands, realizing they were quite bruised. “let’s ice these.” he follows you to the kitchen, as you prepare an ice pack.

once the ice pack is ready, you place it on one hand, the other is intently grabbing your thigh. “baby you don’t have to do all this.” he reached for the ice and you lightly pushed his hand away. “you fixed me up, let me fix you up.” he sat back and watched as you cared for his bruises. rafe was glad he didn’t lose you, and he was glad you were still there with him. having you so close to him made him realize he couldn’t sacrifice anything to lose you. he kissed your bandages once more before you two prepared for bed and started to comfortably cuddle together.

[imaginarydesires]

Pedro Pascal

Character Preferences

Kinks ♡

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, elements of BDSM

Notes: gender-neutral! I hope you heathens enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3

❥ Dave York

Sadism. After a long day of work, he loves to take his anger out on you - and he loves how much you want him to take his anger out on you. He'll lay you over his lap and make you count how many spanks you get. He doesn't stop until you're bruised. Then he'll fuck you until you have tears streaming down your face. He loves the next day, too, when you send him texts complaining about how hard it is to sit down.

❥ Din Djarin

Cockwarming. He spent most of his life touch-starved, so he loves to have as much contact with you as possible. And what makes you closer to someone than literally being inside of them?

Breeding. This is the Way. The thought of you pregnant with his child is almost enough to make him cum right there and then. It's well known Mandalorian's are expected to pass down the Way of Mandalore - and that's what he thinks about every time he fills you with his cum.

❥ Ezra Prospect

Edging & Overstimulation. He loves to take his time with you and worship you the way you deserve to be worshipped. He wants to have complete control over you and be in charge of how many times and when you finish. He'll edge you over and over again until you're a whimpering mess, desperately begging him for release. And then he'll make you cum over and over again until you're crying and begging him to stop. He wants you to feel completely ruined by the time he is done with you. Another reason this is his favorite is because he loves how needy you are when he finishes shattering you. He is the absolute best at aftercare. He'll hydrate you and kiss you sweetly as you cling to his side needing the tender affection.

❥ Frankie “Catfish” Morales

Thigh Riding. When you just straddle him and grind against him until you finish, he is almost as much of a mess as you are. He has to try not to dampen his jeans just from watching you.

Praise. He loves being told how good he is for you. It adds to his motivation and just makes him feel so damn good about himself. He becomes confident and will do anything he can to make you continue to praise him. If you tell him he's big and filling you perfectly, he's trying to find another position to stretch you even more. If you tell him you love his mouth, he's digging his tongue in deeper.

❥ Jack "Whiskey" Daniel

Bondage. Specifically with a lasso, of course. Not his work one because he doesn't want it accidently going electric, but one very similar. He loves tying you up in general, but the reason he wants it to be with a lasso is because he loves the way you stare at his when in public. During missions or at Statesman's meetings, if he pulls out his lasso, he knows you're thinking about your hands being wrapped in it and it drives him crazy. Especially when you awkwardly shift in your seat, rubbing your thighs together to create any amount of friction to help sedate your heat. No one else may know why you're so flustered, but he takes full advantage of your moment of weakness. He'll play with the rope in his hands, kneading it into knots the same way he would if he had your wrists bounded. Everyone may think he's absentmindedly fidgeting, but you know he's thinking the same thoughts you are.

Whip. For the exact same reason as the lasso, except with the whip he also loves to watch you struggle to maintain composure as you sit on your sore ass the next day.

❥ Javier Peña

Biting. It's like a natural instinct to him. When he's fucking you, he just wants to bite into you and leave little love marks anywhere he can. He loves the way you naturally expose your neck to him and how your instantly moan more when he bites down on you.

He's really not that kinky - sorry

❥ Marcus Moreno

DDLG. He is well past just a simple daddy kink. He wants to be called daddy all of the time. He loves to call you his little girl/boy. He wants to take care of you. He loves when you ask him for things with your little puppy dog eyes, or when you get obnoxiously needy for him and practically beg him to touch you. And don't even get me started on how much he loves when you wear thigh-high socks and a short skirt.

❥ Max Phillips

Biting. An obvious one perhaps, but the feeling of feeding while finishing is a completely different level of orgasmic, for both parties involved. If you consent, you'll have bite marks everywhere by the time he is finished with you.

Blood. Another obvious. He loves the way you look when your skin is stained crimson, especially knowing he is the cause of it. (And I'm not going into details but... period blood. That's all I'm saying.)

Primal. He assumed it was a side effect of becoming a vampire - a literal predator - but he loves primal play. He loves when you try to run or hide from him because he knows he'll find you, and when he does, you're his for the taking. "Baby, I know you're here. I can hear your heart beat. Fuck -- I can smell your arousal, you dirty little slut. I'm going to find you, and when I do, I'm going to taste you in every sense of the word."

❥ Maxwell Lord

Voyeurism / Exhibitionism. Fucking on his desk? Sign him the fuck up. Letting everyone in the room over listen to your pretty moans as he fucks you into oblivion? Sign him the fuck up. He wants people to know you're his, and he wants people to know you are getting fucked good. When there's people around, he's rougher, faster, harder - he's anything that will make you scream out his name. He even loves making you wear toys in public that he controls so he can watch you try to contain your orgasms.

Sadism. Spanking is his favorite past time. There are days he'll look for things he can punish you for, just so he can bend you over his desk and strike your ass until it's bright red. He loves you being completely at his will, eagerly awaiting the next hit. He'll make your ass nice and sore and then spend the rest of the day gently rubbing it at any chance he gets.

❥ Oberyn Martell

Voyeurism / Exhibitionism. He is very open with his sexuality, and he loves when you are, too. If you sit in his lap and kiss his neck while he's busy, he will lose his fucking mind. Especially if you ignore the stares of others while you tease him. If you straddle him and ride his thigh, not caring about other eyes on you as you whisper in his ear how badly you need him. You are guaranteed an immediate reaction, and you are guaranteed to cum multiple times. He also loves watching you with others, specifically Ellaria. He is perfectly content sitting in the corner of the room stroking himself while you and Ellaria fuck.

Pegging / Bottoming. The hardest you had ever seen him cum was when you and Ellaria decided to top him. He was a whining, begging mess, and he loved every second of it.

❥ Pero Tovar

Degradation. He's rough - physically and with his tongue. He is calling you every name in the book as he pounds into you. You are usually his "little whore" or "filthy slut" - but once he can see tears well in your eyes, he'll be sweeter - praising and degrading you at the same time. "You take my cock so well, hermosa. You're my good whore, aren't you? So fucking desperate for me like a perfect little slut."

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑆/𝑂 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝐴 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warning: Certain NSFW scenarios are contained within this reaction. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

During a little chat with Hongjoong about your deepest secret fantasies, you were hesitant to tell him that you wanted a girl to join you two. You thought he'd look at you weird or immediately say no. He pried it out of you though, and his silence made you think you were right. But then he got a little smirk on his face.

"My oh my, you really are a dirty little slut." He teased you.

You huffed and crossed your arms. Hongjoong only chuckled and grabbed your hand.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked as he pulled you up.

"You'll see." He answered with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

The last place you expected him to take you was a bar. You were confused as to why he'd take you here.

"You wanted someone to join us right? Well.... look around baby and take your pick."

You flushed at his words, not expecting him to take this seriously. Still he encouraged you to at least look around. At first, you pretended to scan the very attractive women in the place, wanting to just say no one caught your attention and leave it at that. But when your eyes landed on a particular girl, you couldn't look away. She was just so mesmerizing and stunning and you found yourself imagining her pinning you down and just ruining you. Hongjoong noticed how your thighs started clenching against each other and he knew you had made your choice.

"Come on baby. We got work to do."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa never hid the fact that he was possessive of you, he made it very obvious. And so it came to no surprise to you when he said he wouldn't allow anyone else to join you two.

"Why would you even want that? Am I not enough for you? Do I not satisfy your needs?"

Seonghwa boiled with jealousy and anger at the thought of anyone touching you in a way only he could. So of course he was fuming when a certain girl came up to you while you two were out on a date.

"Are you here by yourself cutie?" The girl asked you, gently touching the top of your hand.

Seonghwa could tell the girl was affecting you too much for his liking.

Setting his drink down in front of her, he responded.

"No. They're with me actually."

One look at him and the girl could tell he was a hardcore Dom. But that was ok because she was one too and she certainly loved a challenge. The girl looked back at you and fake sighed.

"Such a pity. I bet I could make you feel better than what he can beautiful."

You looked over to Seonghwa, expecting him to be angry. But instead, he got an amused smile plastered on his face.

"You really think so? Why don't you try and prove it?"

You widened your eyes at his words. Was he being serious? Seonghwa looked over at you and smiled.

"What do you say baby?"

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You didn't actually tell Yunho himself about the fantasy you often had. He accidentally overheard you while you were on a phone call with your friend. He was surprised to find out this information, but he wasn't angry.

"So that's what my baby is into."

It actually turned Yunho a little on to think about watching someone else completely wreck you. So he decided to make a little surprise for you. He usually always prepared something special for your anniversary, and this year was no different.

Yunho gently sucked on your neck, his large hands grasping your ass cheeks as he grinded his clothed bulge against your core. You let out a whimper when he pulled you off him and set you down on the bed.

"Yunho..." You whined at him, pouting that he left you hot and bothered.

Yunho smiled and gently caressed your cheek.

"Don't worry baby. I'll make sure you're taken care of. Trust me."

He tenderly kissed your lips before getting up and going over to the door. He opened it and gestured for someone to come in. Your eyes went wide when in walked in a very gorgeous looking girl, dressed in black lace lingerie with thigh high stockings and garter belt. She smirked and walked over to you. You looked over at Yunho, silently asking if this was ok.

"It's ok baby. Don't worry about me, I'm going to enjoy this just as much as you are."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

When you brought up the idea to Yeosang, he wasn't really sure. He actually felt a little insecure at your suggestion.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Yeosang asked, genuinely concerned that he wasn't satisfying your needs.

"No Yeosang, you're not doing anything wrong." You assured him.

"Then why are you suggesting this?"

"It's just you know.... to try something new." You tried explaining.

Yeosang sat there quietly, pondering over your words. He was too shy to try something like this. He wants to make you happy, but he sees physical intimacy as something being just the two of you. He'd get too awkward and flustered if someone else joined you, no matter who it was.

"Can't you choose something else besides that?" Yeosang asked quietly.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"I know! Let's make a deal! I'll let you tie me up." Yeosang offered.

"Where's the fun in that?" You shook your head.

Yeosang thought for a moment, before an idea finally popped in his head. He'd probably regret it, but he'd rather agree to this than the other option.

".......I'll let you peg me." He blurted out.

You almost choked on your water when he said that.

"Yeosang......are you into that?"

You questioned him, making him get a red shade around his cheeks which answered your question, making you smirk at him.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Honestly, San had probably thought about it long before you even did. So when you brought it up, he was more than happy to oblige you with your desires.

That's how you ended up tangled up between two bodies: one belonging to your adoring boyfriend and the other to one of your neighbors, a cute girl that you often said was attractive, whom you soon found out had a very kinky and naughty side to her, exactly what you two needed for this moment to happen.

You moaned into the girl's mouth as she kissed you hungrily while San's hands were busy caressing your body, groping you in your sensitive places. His fingers skillfully rid you of your clothes and tossed them somewhere in the room.

"Darling, let's not be selfish. After all, she's doing us a favor by joining us."

San then leaned down, pulling you away from the girl and looking you straight in the eye.

"So why don't you be a good girl/boy and eat her out like the good slut you are?"

You knew that wasn't a request, it was a command, that you were not complaining about. Your face was buried in between the girl's legs, so engrossed in your task of pleasuring her that you didn't notice San had taken his clothes off. You only felt him push himself into you from behind, making you moan against the girl's clit.

"Fuck, you look so hot baby."

He might just make this a regular occurrence.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

When you told Mingi you planned something special for tonight, he most definitely didn't think it'd be this. Never in his wildest dreams did he think this would happen, but it did and he was seriously turned on by it.

He groaned as he watched you make out with the girl in front of you, his hand stroking his cock gently. The image of you dominating this girl would forever be engraved on his mind. You stared at him and smiled.

"Don't worry baby boy. I'll make sure you're taken care of."

Turning your attention to the girl, you cupped her cheeks and guided you to your boyfriend, who was patiently waiting for your orders.

"He's been such a good boy for us, don't you think? He deserves a reward."

Getting your hint, the girl licked her lips before taking Mingi's length in her hands, replacing his. Mingi stiffened considerably when her mouth began sucking him, trying hard not to make any sound. Noticing this, you made him look at you.

"Baby boy, it's ok. Let us take care of you. Just relax and enjoy."

Mingi finally let out a groan, loving the way this girl was sucking him off. As if this couldn't get any better, he was astonished when he saw you come up behind the girl, a vibrator on in your hand.

"The fun is only getting started."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Things definitely got way too wild at the party. Wooyoung and you weren't completely wasted, but you were definitely a little bit more than tipsy. That didn't matter though. You both ended up scurrying off to one of the many rooms in the house, looking for an empty one.

Upon finding one, your bodies instantly connected. His lips were kissing you hungrily, his hands were desperate to rid you both of your clothes which were bothersome by now. He just wanted to be inside you at this point. He managed to get your shirt off and you were in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it halfway down, when you were both startled by the sound of the door opening.

"Wooyoung! Y/N! I'm so sorry!" It was one of your closest female friends, who was searching for a bathroom and accidentally stumbled upon you two.

It might have been the alcohol making you both bold, but you and Wooyoung looked at each other and as if reading each other's minds, you both turned to your friend and smirked. Wooyoung got up and walked towards your friend, closing the door behind her and locking it. She looked at you both in astonishment.

"What-what are you two up to?" She asked, but deep down she knew what you two were planning and she wasn't exactly about to refuse.

"Don't go yet. Why don't you join us?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"All right Y/N. Your turn! Truth or dare!" Wooyoung asked.

It had become almost tradition by now: every time you hung out with your boyfriend and his friends and there was alcohol involved, it always ended in the juvenile game of truth or dare.

"I pick truth." You answered, not wanting to fall victim to one of Wooyoung's embarrassing dares like Mingi or Yeosang usually fell into.

"Wow....you're no fun." Wooyoung huffed.

"I got a good question! What's the darkest, dirtiest sexual fantasy you've had that you've never even told Jongho?" San actually looked a little too enthusiastic about your answer.

You looked at your boyfriend and blushed severely. He gently took your hand and smiled, whispering to you that it was ok whether you said it or not. Taking a deep breath, you confessed:

"I've.....always, maybe, sort of wanted a threesome...." You started.

"I volunteer as a tribute!" San raised his hand, earning a glare from the maknae and a smack to the head by Hongjoong.

"....with a girl..." You finished.

Everyone stared at you with wide eyes, the 99 liners screaming out of shock, Seonghwa and Hongjoong just chuckling amongst themselves. Your boyfriend, however, just looked at you with curiosity. This was definitely news to him. You two weren't that experienced in the sex field, you were still figuring out what you two liked and didn't like. So while this made him a little self conscious.....

It wasn't a definite no.

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[lachimolala0713]

And I Still Love You | Chapter I

Summary | He hurt you and yet you still love him. He treat you like nothing yet you still want to stay with him. He loathe you very much and yet you want to please him. What happens when the time comes he might kill you?

Genre | Angst, Drama, Smut

Main Characters | Jungkook x Reader ft. Donghae & Taehyung

Supporting Characters | Eunhyuk & Hoseok

Author's Note | I want to thank my co-ARMY Pied Piper and the future readers of this story!

Your mouth is bleeding from Jungkook's hard slap on your face, your right eye turned purple already because of his punch and your arms had red and purple marks from his strong grip on you.

"I'm sorry!" you plead, "Why are you so stupid?! You stepped on my shoe and now it's dirty!" your husband yelled. "I have an important meeting with a big client today!" he continued and you keep on crying and asking him to forgive you. He smirk and click his tongue and left your house, leaving you in pain.

You and Jungkook are married - arranged marriage. You were together for 3 years. Both your families are wealthy and Jungkook's father wanted his only son to get married as soon as possible for a stronger relationship and future of their business. When Jungkook first saw you he find you very beautiful and suitable to be the future mother of your children someday. Jungkook's dream is to have a family and he saw that with you. He learned to love you and you felt the same way, you get along with each other and when both of you were ready, you made love.

A miracle happened that you never knew. You felt the difference and changes in your body but you ignored it. You thought you were just eating too much that you felt bloated, you were just emotionally stressed due to work and you are used to your period being delayed for months since your menstruation cycle is irregular. Until one day, you went snow skiing by yourself while Jungkook is in business trip. You were enjoying that day because you always love pushing your boundaries.

Until it went too far.

You were going down rapidly, you panicked, you lost your balance and you tripped over rock. You were rolling along the slope very fast and suddenly your abdomen landed on another rock and it caused a massive impact and gave you a tremendous pain which made you scream your lungs out.

You were unconscious when you were rushed to the ER near the location, the nurse got your details and contacted Jungkook. Jungkook cut his business trip and quickly booked a VIP flight to see you. He was worried and anxious. His heart is wrenching from pain by thinking how you were.

Jungkook arrived at the hospital you were in and the attending approached him, "How's my wife, doctor?" Jungkook asked, he's trembling, waiting for the doctor's response. "Your wife is safe, Mr. Jeon." the doctor said, "Oh thank god!" He breathed in relief, until he noticed something’s wrong, the doctor sighed heavily and looked at Jungkook in the eye, "What is it?" Jungkook wondered, "We couldn't save the baby, Mr. Jeon." the doctor finally said. Jungkook was shocked, tears fell from his eyes and he took a moment to absorb the news. "Wait, she's pregnant?" He asked, the doctor nodded, "She's 8 weeks pregnant." The doctor confirmed, "Oh my god!" Jungkook breathed, covering his face with his hands and looking down to hide his pain after hearing the news, "The impact made a severe damage which caused a lot of bleeding. With the severe damage in the tissues and nerves on her abdomen..." The doctor paused, Jungkook looked at the doctor while he's breathing heavily, "I'm afraid she won't be able to have a baby anymore." The doctor said, making Jungkook cry even more.

He can't handle the thought of not having a child with you. A family he's been dreaming to have with you, is now gone.

Jungkook went to the recovery room where you were checked in. You were sleeping soundly, he looked at you, stared at you, his sadness turned into anger. He's frustrated at the situation and at the same time, he's angry at you. He never got the chance to witness your first pregnancy test, your first checkup, your first ultrasound image of the baby. And he will never experience any of those because of your recklessness. He loves you but he can't feel it anymore. All he feels about you now is anger and rage.

The next day, you finally woke up in the hospital bed and you saw Jungkook staring at you intensely. "Jungkook..." You said, you squirmed from the pain because of your sudden movement, and Jungkook is just staring at you, not comforting or helping you from getting up. "What are you-", "You were pregnant." Jungkook cut you off and you were shocked by his cold tone and from what you've just heard. "I-I-I didn't-" you stuttered, "You didn't know?!" Jungkook raised his voice, and you flinched, "How stupid are you?! You didn't felt it?!" He shouted and you were breathing heavily by his reaction, you shook your head giving him a 'No' answer, "You'll never get pregnant because of the accident." And on that moment, tears fell from Jungkook's eyes again. His eyes showed pain, sorrow, sadness and disappointment. "You're a disappointment, Y/N." He said and he left the room.

That's where it all started. Jungkook became cold to you, he always shouts at you, he gets angry at you in small things and for the first time he started to hit you. His anger and rage towards you took over the love he felt for you. You became nothing to him. A nuisance. As much as he wanted to divorce you, he can't. His parents won't let him and same goes for you, for the sake of their businesses your marriage must stand even if it fell apart.

You lost the urge to go to work today but you have to. You get up and fix yourself. You massage your eye with ice to lessen the purple color around it and then you cover it with lots of foundation and concealer. You were about to leave, you received a text message from your sweet older brother, Donghae.

NEMO: How's my sweet sister? Can I visit you at your office today?

Your eyes are getting watery after reading his message. Donghae loves you so much that he's the only one in your family you lean onto. You send him a reply.

Y/N: Of course you can! I can't wait to see you! :)

Donghae arrive at your office, "Hey, there she is!" He greeted happily, "Hey!" You greet him back and he give you a big hug. He let go to take a look at you and he didn’t expect to see those marks on your face, "What happened to you?" He worried, "Nothing." You lied, "Y/N, I know you. You love Jungkook but I can see he doesn't feel the same way to you anymore." Your brother said, he began searching for more bruises on your body, he check your arms, legs, hands and neck. "You could just leave his place and stay married to him if that’s what’s bothering you." Donghae said, "I know." You said, and you can't contain the tears falling from your eyes. "I don't want to leave him, Donghae. I just can't." You break down on your knees on the floor in front of your brother and all he could do is hold you tight. "I'm always here for you." He said, and his voice is so gentle and soothing that it gave you comfort and you hold onto that comfort as your anchor from the pain you're feeling right now.

Your sobs slowly quiet down but Donghae notice you're not moving, he try to wake you but you're not waking up. He lift your face to check up on you, you were pale, your lips are dehydrated and your body temperature is cold.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" Your brother panicked. "Call an ambulance!" He shouted and your executive assistant rush to your office and find you lifeless in your brother's arm, "Hurry!" He said to your executive assistant, and she quickly get a phone call.

The ambulance arrive and they put you on the gurney and they quickly take you to the vehicle. Donghae is by your side inside the vehicle and he hold your hand. "Please hurry." He beg to the medical team and he didn't realize he was crying already just by looking at your current state.

There’s a knock on the door in Jungkook’s office, “Come in.” he’s executive assistant enters his office, “What is it, Hoseok?” Jungkook asked, “It’s your wife, Mr. Jeon.” Hoseok said, Jungkook continue reading the documents he needs to finish and sign for work, he sigh heavily, long silence irritates him. He put down the documents on his desk and look at Hoseok, “What does she want? Can’t you see I’m -” “She’s rushed to the hospital.” Hoseok cut him off, Jungkook wasn’t expecting this kind of news especially he is focusing at work, he swallow thickly, trying to absorb what he just heard, “What did you say?” Jungkook asking Hoseok for clarification. “I received a call from the hospital, that your wife was rushed to the hospital.” Hoseok clarified. Jungkook’s hands are trembling as he took the documents to distract him, “Okay. Thank you. You can go now.” he said and Hoseok leaves his office.

You were sleeping peacefully in the recovery room, Donghae is by your side, watching over you. The doctor comes in, Donghae stands up to talk to the doctor, “Hello, I’m Doctor Lee Hyuk-jae.” the doctor greeted, “Hello, I’m her brother, Donghae. How is she?” your brother asked, “She’s okay now don’t worry.” the doctor reassured, “She experienced hematoma from her bruises. She’s dehydrated and I can tell she’s going in a lot of stress. She’s underweight and from the looks of it, she’s not eating properly.” the doctor explained. Donghae look at you and he’s beginning to worry of your situation at your home with Jungkook. “Doctor, can I talk to you outside?” he gently asked, “Sure.”

Donghae and the doctor are in the hall outside your room, “She has a husband.” Donghae mentioned and he continue, “He beats her like a toy.”, Donghae brush his hair with his hands and sighed heavily, “If this happens again, what will happen to her?” the doctor clear his throat, “With her current state, not just mentally but physically, she might not handle it if the beating gets out of hand.” the doctor said and Donghae nodded. “Thank you, Doctor.”

All your brother can think of is to get a lawyer to get a restraining order against your husband, so he can take you home and take care of you. Give you the proper care you need and do his obligation as your brother.

It’s almost evening, Jungkook arrive at the hospital you’re checked in. “I’m looking for patient Jeon Y/N.” the nurse check what room you are in, “May I know your relationship to her?” the nurse asked, “I’m her husband.” Jungkook said, “She’s in room 715.”

Jungkook open the door to your room and he sees you sleeping. He comes to your bedside and sees how peacefully you are resting. The door opens and the nurse enters the room, “Good evening.” the nurse greeted and walks towards you to check your vital signs and breathing, “Um...how is she?” Jungkook asked the nurse, “Right now she’s stable. She just needs a proper rest.” 

“Is her doctor here?” Jungkook asked, “Doctor Lee Hyuk-jae is currently in surgery but I can page him for you. May I know your relationship to his patient so I can address you to him properly?” the nurse asked, “I’m her husband.” Jungkook said. 

Moments after, Doctor Hyuk-jae enters your room. “Good evening, doctor.” your husband greeted, “Good evening.” Doctor Hyuk-jae greeted back, “May I know your concern regarding your wife’s condition?” he asked, “What happened to her?” Jungkook asked while looking at you sleeping, Doctor Hyuk-jae explained to your husband your condition when you arrived at the ER this morning and how your health is affected by stress and depression. 

Jungkook just listened while looking at you and when Doctor Hyuk-jae is finish explaining of what happened to you, tears falls from your husband’s eyes.

That’s it for ‘And I Still Love You’ Chapter One. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it! 

[undertaker1827]

hii!! i was wondering if i could request a oneshot were sebastian’s s/o or mate finds out about him doing the do w that nun (or Beast) and the s/o’s reaction to it. maybe their upset since sebastian is usually a little overprotective of them so him doing that ticked them off ? thank you sm :D

‘Doing the do w that nun’ anon you killed me. Honestly that made me laugh so much. And yes of course you can, sorry this took so long and hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist

❗️Warnings; angst. More so than expected

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You were beyond upset. When your relationship with Sebastian started, you were fully aware of his duties and obligations to his contractor and in turn, his duties and obligations to the Queen. The main consequence of that was Sebastian’s lack of free time, something which you were always very understanding of as he literally had no choice. You also knew he would be directly involved in many of the major police investigations happening in the area and as such would have a hand in how they were conducted. You had no idea that it would mean this.

You swallowed hard and flicked a stray tear from your cheek. As a demon’s mate, you were supposed to be afforded certain things by him as well. Like for example, him remaining faithful to you. You thought you at least deserved that. Mates were meant to share an unbreakable bond and whilst you knew there were very few extents Sebastian wouldn’t go to for the sake of obeying his master, you had at least expected he would tell you if doing something like that was an option for him, or checking that you were alright with it. Clearly not.

You blinked rapidly in am attempt to diffuse the mist in your eyes, jumping slightly when someone knocked at your door. Three quick, hard knocks in succession, and there was only one person you knew who knocked like that. The last thing you wanted to do was deal with the demon right that second, but you knew he would be well aware you were at home and as such you wouldn’t be able to ignore him. You walked quickly over to the door, ripped it open then stalked away again, not giving the butler a second glance. You stood in front of a window, leaning your hands against the sill and huffing quietly. You tracked Sebastian via his footsteps, refusing to turn towards him.

He murmured your name quietly, barely a breath behind you but you remained stubbornly staring out the window. The demon’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, which promptly stiffened without your permission. He let out a short breath.

“Y/N…” You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. You both stood in silence for a couple of minutes, until he tried again. “Will you at least speak with me?” You had to restrain yourself from physically growling and unable to contain yourself, you spun around to face him, knocking his hand away from your shoulder at the same time. Sebastian’s eyebrows drew together in concern when he saw your red rimmed eyes and the moisture still residing in them. “Y/N I’m so s-”

“Don’t.” You were looking past him in favour of meeting his crimson gaze, trying to keep your voice steady. “How dare you,” you ground out, upset and angry all at once. “You barely leave my side when we’re out together, you have an arm around me before another man can so much as look at me, then I turn my back for one minute while you go on an investigation and you do this? And with a nun, Sebastian?! I’m supposed to be able to trust you, what were you thinking?!” You went to shove him as hard as you could but he grabbed your wrists before you could.

“Will you allow me the chance to explain?”

“Why should I!” You were angry now, yelling with the tears gathering in your eyes once more. You went to pull away from him but he held your wrists in place with enough force that you couldn’t move so much as an inch. You tugged hard on your wrists again, but to no avail. “What?!” You cried in exasperation, shaking your head. The demon waited until you were finished and looking him in the eyes.

“I needed to gather information for the Young Master, you knew this was a duty of mine right from the start, hm?” Any forms of retaliation were directly cut off when he continued as if you had said nothing. “This was the only viable option for doing so. It was a way to gain information for my contractor, nothing more. You understand that, surely.” You grit your teeth as you tried not to say anything rash, but ultimately you failed.

“No, I don’t. I knew you would need to use certain … unorthodox methods to obey your master to the best of your ability, but you never once method this or anything of the like would be an option. And the way you behave around me when you feel even in the slightest bit threatened-”

“Firstly, I didn’t specifically mention this method by name as you never asked me for the details, and secondly, I do not feel threatened by other mortals, I simply don’t trust them with regards to you. It’s not you I don’t trust.” You let out a long sigh then, feeling the fight and the anger drain from you the longer this went on. Of course he would have loopholes and reasons for why and what it would come down to in the end was that he wasn’t at fault. This just wasn’t something you could deal with at that moment. You allowed your arms to go slack and he finally released his hold on you, being fairly assured that you wouldn’t immediately run off.

“Exactly,” you muttered, “and I’m supposed to be able to trust you as well. All you’ve proved to me today is that I can’t.” You turned your gaze away from him.

Sebastian stood still as you stepped past him, once again not giving him a second glance. You opened your front door and waved a hand through it, gesturing for him to leave. He remained still for a moment as if waiting for you to start laughing at the joke. You didn’t.

You didn’t watch as the love of your life walked away, for who knows how long, choosing instead to shut the door and go back inside. You resumed your previous position on the sofa, and this time you did let yourself cry properly. You didn’t know the extent to which the exchange had hurt him too.

[mrslittletall]

For the writing prompt could ask for the 1 or 21 or 28 for Hollow Knight (maybe any of the 5 knights?) ?

Title: After the Dream ends Fandom: Hollow Knight Characters: Hornet, The Pure Vessel Word Count: 3.297 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30159255

Summary: After the little Ghost has faced off with the angry god trapped inside of the Hollow Knight, Hornet is left with her broken mess of a sibling.

(Author's note: 1: “Please don't leave.” 21: Leaning against someone. 28: “You are gonna be fine.”

I am so sorry, but for some reason I read “for the Hollow Knight” instead of just “for Hollow Knight” and I noticed if FAR too late. Technically, THK is pretty close to the five great knights, so I hope you can still enjoy it.)

Hornet awoke from the grasps of her unconsciousness.

It wasn't a slow waking up, like waking up from a deep slumber, but a sudden one. For her, it felt like no time had passed at all. One moment she had been hurled into a wall, the next moment she was awake, groaning at the lingering pain in her head from the impact.

The next thing she noticed was the absence of any fighting noises. The last thing that Hornet had done to help the little Ghost, was pinning the Hollow Knight to the ground, giving them an opening. Right after that, her world had turned into darkness.

There was another thing that was absent as she took in the scene in front of her. The little Ghost was nowhere to be seen. All she could see was the infection that had stopped to pulsate and glow and seemed to slowly dry out. In the middle of it, she could see the Hollow Knight, bend over on the ground, their gaze directed towards the floor, their body shaking, their chest slowly heaving as they struggled to breathe properly.

Hornet didn't knew where the little Ghost could have gone, or if they even were still alive, but right at this moment, it didn't matter to her. She could search for them later. She needed to take care of the last family she had left, her older sibling, first.

Hornet rushed over to them and laid both of her arms on their shoulders. “Hey, are you alright?”, she asked. Not only a second later she wanted to slap herself for this question. She knew that the Hollow Knight couldn't speak, they wouldn't be able to answer her, and even if they would have been able to shake or nod their head at her, they were clearly not alright.

“What am I talking about, you are clearly not alright.”, Hornet spoke, maybe more to herself than to the Hollow Knight, because they didn't seem to have acknowledged her. Her gaze wandered over their body. The most noticeable thing was a whole arm missing, the stump that was left dropped flakes of the infection of the ground. Their chest didn't look much better, the infection had grown in large cysts there and they must have popped open, orange liquid running down the pitch black body of the Hollow Knight. There was a large crack on their mask, going directly through their left eye. The eyes that once glowed orange from the infection, now where black holes again, but the leftovers of the intruding liquid stained their mask like grotesque tears. It wasn't a nice picture to look at and that was only their physical state.

Hornet could barely fathom their mental state. They had been forced to lock away an angry god for... how long had it been? Hornet didn't have a sense of time anymore once the kingdom had fallen into some kind of stasis. It might even have been centuries... Hornet decided that a very long time was probably the most fitting description for the duration of their imprisonment.

So, they had been sealed away for a very long time, having to contain an angry god and... failed at that task. Hornet knew why. She had gotten all the ugly details, from him, before he had vanished. The Hollow Knight... hadn't been without a mind like intended, but had developed feelings and a will, and that had made them vulnerable for the infection. That was why it had leaked out.

Hornet looked into the dark eyes of the Hollow Knight. She remembered the time when they hadn't been half eaten by infection, when their mind that they shouldn't even possess in the first place hadn't been broken. She felt her heart tighten in her chest at the memories.

When she had been but a little grub and ran around the palace, finding them standing there, all regal, all stiff, all motionless. At first she had thought they were a statue and it had been a game to get them to react to her once she saw that they were, in fact, being able to move once her father had called them to his side.

The game had turned into something else once the Hollow Knight had started to react to her. Acknowledge her. They never had said a single word to her, now she knew that they had been made without a voice, but they had sat next to Hornet, listening to her blabbering about her day, having let her sit between her horns and sometimes they even had caressed her little head.

They had been her cherished older sibling and back then, Hornet hadn't understood why they had to go away, at the same time as her mother as well. She had felt so left alone, having lost her mother and her older sibling at the same time, with only her father being left and he... he hardly seemed to care about her.

Now that Hornet knew all the gritty details about their and her own origins, the tightness in her chest welled up into anger.

“You didn't deserve this.”, she spoke, cupping the mask of the Hollow Knight between her hands. “You sacrificed yourself for this doomed kingdom and nobody is even left to thank you for it.”

She felt herself shaking, clenching her fangs, only stopping when she noticed that the Hollow Knight in front of her was shaking even harder. What she had just said to them... had it evoked a reaction? Whatever it was, they clearly needed help.

“You are going to be alright.”, Hornet said. “I promise it. I won't ever let you rot away behind a sealed door, for a kingdom that has long gone. Can you walk?”

Hornet stepped away from the Hollow Knight and looked expectantly at them. They didn't act at first and Hornet had a hunch that she had to change her way of wording. They had been used to follow orders after all. They probably didn't know how to react when asked a question.

“Stand up.”, she ordered, hating how her voice sounded as she spoke out the command. The Hollow Knight winced and then slowly tried to get up on their feet, only to break down and nearly crack their mask open even more when their missing arm failed to completely catch them.

“Apparently not.”, Hornet said, stepping closer to them. “Here, lean on me. I'll help you out.”

Standing right in front of them, Hornet noticed how ridiculous her offer sounded. Even when they were kneeling on the floor, the Hollow Knight was taller than her. When they would stand up, they would be twice her size. Hornet always had disliked that her height was one of the properties she just had to inherit from her father.

Luckily, as a creature of Deepnest, and half spider, she was also strong and resilient. She gently guided the remaining arm of the Hollow Knight around her shoulder and supported them as best as she could with her small body. With her help, they managed to stand up and walk a few shaky steps.

“There's a hot spring deeper into the Forgotten Crossroads.”, she explained. “I will help you get there, to take care of your injuries and to get you cleaned up. The infection did a number on you, Ho...”

She interrupted herself, not speaking it out completely at first. It had been her nickname for them when she still had been a little grub. Their title had been far too long for her, so she normally had called them Hollow.

“Is it fine when I call you Hollow?”, she asked, feeling as if the Hollow Knight should have a say in their name. She felt a nudge on her shoulder and took it as cue that they are fine with it. “Hollow it is, then.”

Helping Hollow walk even to the exit of the temple proved to be a challenge. Not only because they were twice as tall as her, but also because they hadn't used their legs for such a long time. They more stumbled and fell and Hornet had to grit her fangs together when their hand clawed into her shoulder, putting far more weight on her that was comfortable. Still, she had to endure for her sibling.

Worse than the physical pain, was the silence between them. She knew that Hollow couldn't talk, being made without a voice. That made it all the more worse. They may have had so many things to say, but they were forced to be silent. They couldn't even tell her if they were in discomfort.

“If you are in pain or need a break, give me a sign and we'll stop right away.”, she said, hoping that Hollow would understand what she meant. She doubted a bit that they even knew that they were allowed to feel weak and being in pain. She asked herself how they felt right now... did they feel like a failure? They surely didn't look like they felt like a hero.

She should try and take their mind off stuff. Or fill it with stuff to think about, in case they tried to empty their mind, like they had been taught so long ago.

“Do you still remember me?”, she asked as they stepped through the exit. “It's me, Hornet, the daughter of Hallownest. The pale gift. The gendered child. You may not recognize me because I have grown quite a bit in the meantime. The last time we met I could sit between your horns with ease.”

Looking down at her and at Hollow's horns, Hornet had the feeling she still could sit between their horns. Hollow didn't look at her or made any acknowledgement of her words, they just continued to stumble along with her support.

“It's fine, you don't have to answer me. I know that you can't. I just want to talk to you.”, Hornet continued. “Just... I want to let you know that if you still try to empty your mind, you don't have to do it anymore. It's over. It's all over and we have been left with the pieces to pick back up.”

Where had that come from? Hollow was the last bug she should unload her baggage at.

“My apologies...”, she said. “The hot spring is further down, so I am afraid we have to walk quite a bit of a distance. At least now that the infection has dried up, nobody tries to attack us anymore.”

Hornet could see them. The bugs that had been freed. The lucky ones simply coughed up the dried out infection and stood up, confused, finding other bugs to share their confusion with, the unlucky... well, they laid as empty husks on the ground.

“The crossroads has been hit the hardest.”, Hornet told further, as she continued walking with her sibling in tow. “It looked horrible here. The infection was everywhere. This will be a mess to clean up for menderbug, if they are even still around.”

They probably would like it though. Menderbug always loved to fix and clean things.

“The whole of Hallownest was affected... and not only Hallownest, Deepnest as well... When I go back there... I don't even want to think about it... Technically I am their queen, but...”

She stopped when she felt that Hollow had started shivering again. Maybe, not clearly talking about the infection had been the wrong thing.

“My apologies...”, she said again. “But be assured, it isn't your fault. It was never your fault.”

The shivering didn't stop, only got slightly less worse and Hornet wanted to punch herself for her insensitivity. She had to find another topic or stop talking. She knew why she felt so awkward... she had spent an eternity alone. She had managed to talk to the little Ghost, showing herself to be aloof, but she had never expected an answer from them and just had left them alone one they had gotten the bits and pieces of information from her. Trying to hold casual smalltalk, with her traumatized and badly injured sibling nonetheless, proved to be difficult.

“Do you know that your sibling saved you?”, Hornet spoke, softly. “Not me, one of the others. I called them Ghost. They bested me in combat, twice, and they understood every hint that I threw at them. For such a small being, they were fierce and strong. They never backed down. They even went into the temple without hesitation. They saved you... and they saved Hallownest... um, what is left of it anyway. I wish you could have met them... under brighter circumstances.”

Speaking about them made Hornet feel melancholic. She should go back to the Black Egg Temple later and see if she could find any trace of them. If... if they had died back there, then they would deserve a proper resting place and if not... well then at least Hornet would have an easier state of mind knowing that they just had decided to leave this place.

Hollow buckled a bit next to her and Hornet stopped immediately. “Are you alright? Are you in pain? Do you need a break?”

They stayed bent over for a couple of seconds before grabbing back onto her shoulder and continuing walking or more specifically, letting themselves get dragged by Hornet.

“The hot spring isn't far away now, hang in there.”, she said. She was just glad that the bugs that had awoken from the infection were too confused to really notice her and the few that did, quickly scurried away when they saw a predator and the hulking figure behind her.

Hornet filled the rest of the way with silly anecdotes from their time together in the White Palace, talking about how they had played with each other and how sad she had been every time that Hollow had to leave to stand at their father's side. She could feel Hollow's hand clawing into her shoulder each time she mentioned their shared father. How their stance about him was for Hollow, was unclear for Hornet. In their case, she would probably hate his guts. She did and she hadn't been tormented for an eternity in the temple of the black egg. She would never be able to forgive him for leaving his kingdom – and her – alone when they most had needed him.

They finally reached the Hot Spring and Hornet helped Hollow sink into the hot water, rubbing her shoulder. Practically dragging their big frame over there, had been a strain on her body.

Once they sat comfortably into the hot spring, Hornet looked them over. The soul infused water of the hot spring would help them get some strength back, but she could see that the crack on their mask wasn't closing up in the slightest. The water also couldn't heal their void body, as their lost arm didn't regrow. Thinking about it, Hornet was pretty sure that the hot spring couldn't regrow limbs at all, but also the scar around the nub didn't seem to close.

“I guess all we can do is clean out the dried up infection.”, Hornet said, as she sat down on the edge, only dipping her feet in the water, and produced a bit of silk which she weaved into a washcloth. Then, she gently cleaned up the wounds on their body of void, with Hollow wincing a tiny bit whenever she pressed too tight, but mostly the infection just flaked off and slightly tinted the water orange, leaving horrible scarred tissue visible on Hollow's body.

“I can't repair your body that is made of void.”, Hornet said. “That was something he never taught me. I can only bandage your wounds and we can hope that it will heal itself.”

Was Void able to heal? The vessels were basically a shade bound by the mask on their head. She had seen their more feral form, the unleashed shade that would lash out at anyone that came to close. If it originated from a primal instinct or from suppressed feelings, she didn't know.

Hornet helped Hollow out of the hot spring and sat down with them on the bench. There, she produced more silk and used it to bandage every wound she could find on Hollow's body. She weaved the silk around the scarred tissue on their chest, around the nub of their missing arm and the shoulder and even around the crack on their head. The wound would likely not heal completely, but she could at least prevent it getting worse.

With Hollow sitting on the bench next to her, she took another more thorough look at them. The way they sat, with their head lung low, their breathing heavy, they looked so broken and so weak. It was clear for Hornet that the spring water wasn't enough to sustain them. After an eternity on a diet of only soul, fed to them via the chains they had been sealed with, they needed some proper food.

“I'll be right back, Hollow.”, Hornet said as she hopped from the bench, readying her needle, ready to find some prey for them, but before she could take even one step, she felt how they tugged on her cloak.

Hornet turned around and saw Hollow looking at them. “What is it?”, she asked and upon remembering that they wouldn't be able to answer, she specified her question. “Are you in pain?”

Hollow shook their head and looked at her again and even though they weren't able to change the ever same stoic expression on their face, Hornet understood what they tried to tell her.

Please don't leave.

“I won't be away for long, I just need to get some food. You sorely need it.”, Hornet said and turned around again, only stopping when she felt a nudge on her cloak. She glanced back and saw Hollow on their knees on the ground, their arm grabbed around the tip of her cloak and they were shaking.

In an instant, Hornet felt a deep guilt settle itself into her chest. Her intentions had really been to only get some food and come right back, but when she saw Hollow like this, she understood the implications. Why they didn't want for her to leave.

The last time that Hollow had been left alone, they had been imprisoned with an angry god who did its best to torment them, both mentally and physically. For Hollow, who had been without comfort for so long, her leaving to get some food must feel the same as her dying and never coming back.

“On second thought, we can get some food for you later.”, Hornet said and helped Hollow up, once again groaning under their weight and height, to help them back to the bench. There, she sat herself next to them. They were still shivering, but they looked a lot calmer.

“My apologies, that I wanted to leave.”, she said, coming a bit closer, unsure if they wanted physical contact, but once she had initiated it, Hollow practically cuddled against her.

“I eventually will have to get up to get some food. We can't stay here forever.”, Hornet said, caressing their leg, one of the few spots on their body that weren't too injured or scarred. “But I promise you, I will never leave when you aren't fine with it. For now, take your time and heal. Both your body... and your mind.”

She took a deep breath and then said: “It will take some time, but you are going to be fine. I promise it.”

[terrietont]

Undertale: A life for a life

When Toriel accidently kills Frisk mid-battle, a devious flower takes control unwarely creating hope among monster-kind for all except one.

Chapter 1: Murder

Shaking, she washed the blood off her paws,It’s crimson red staining her fur. Tears ran down her face endlessly. She couldn’t stop them. There were too many. Her eyes fogged up, barely a blur left in her vision.

Her whole body felt numb as a lump caught in her throat.

‘This isn’t real...’ She thought. ‘This can’t be real!’

Her lips quivered as her breathing quickened. Short inhalations and exhalations, in and out moving at the speed of sound. Her heart was burning against her chest, as if it were about to burrow through her entire body and escape. The numb feeling enveloped her entire body but at the same time the pure and agonizing pain of her heart pulsed against her very soul.

She had done this.

Her mind wandered into dark corners as the water from the faucet continued to flow. Memories flooding back into the dark abyss of her now empty heart. Horrible memories of what she had done.

The boss monster held her breath as the she turned off the tap. She leaned her hands agains the sink, looking down at the floor. Her chest moving up and down slowly. The disbelief of the situation made her dizzy. A bellowing cry escaped the former queen’s snout. She held her wet paws across her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Toriel kneeled down onto the floor, holding her face tightly, a deep pained frown. Tears ran onto the floor. Sobs accompanied with hiccups escaped.

She realized something horrific as she held her breath.

“I really am no better than him after all” she smiled almost feeling like she was losing her mind. A another wail of horror escaped.

The grief. The tragedy. The horror of what she had done.

It was all true. She had killed the child. The one child that had trusted her enough to call her “mother” and now they had to be buried next to the first human.

A red glowing heart. An aura of red enveloped it. She could barely keep her eyes adjusted to the blinding beams.

The soul was still in tact for now, soon it would crack and disappear. What choice did she have now?

Her paws merely lay under the soul as it hovered above them.

She placed the soul inside a basket-like container, it’s visual presence undetected.

The only proof she had to be seen were the tear stains across her cheeks and the shaking of her limbs.

“I’m a murderer...” she uttered. Toriel leaned her head in her hands, hiding her face.

Flashbacks of her battle with the child enveloped her brain. She couldn’t fathom what she really had done. All the emotional distress was beating her physical form into pieces. She thought she would turn to dust any minute now.

“Hee hee Hee” a voice cackled. Startled, she looked towards the origin of the laughter. It was a flower. A white buttercup with yellow petals and a wide sinister grin. The flower top sat, resting on a thin green stem.

“You really think no one would find out about this?” Flowey laughed with an evil smirk.

Toriel hurriedly got up from her chair and put her hands out in a desperate gesture. “No please it was an accident!” She cried. Flowey’s grin widened.

“Accident? Haha! I KNOW you did it on purpose to try and “protect” the child.” Flowey leaned closer towards the former queen. His eyes going black with white pupils.

“Now look what’s happened...” He began, his voice echoing with poison.

“They’re dead.” Horrifyingly, Flowey’s face managed to mimick a human skull shape.

Toriel tripped backwards, chair falling behind her. Tears began running down her face again.

“Spare me your self pity!” Flowey seethed.

“YOU did this. This is all your fault!” He teased. “And after you tried not to be like him...” Flowey cocked his head to the side with a mocking tone from his mouth.

The reality finally set in. Toriel fell to her knees. “You are right. I am like him.” She wept.

“What are you going to do now huh?” Flowey asked mockingly. “Are you going to continue crying until you dry out into a sobbing excuse of a queen?” His voice was laced with venom as he spoke.

“Or are you going to go to the Asgore and tell him you’re just the same as him and expect forgiveness?”

“Or what if I take the soul instead? You won’t have to worry about it at all!” Flowey laughed. At this point Toriel was holding her head in anguish.

Thoughts, grieving, worries, all of it was swimming around her brain. Her body felt numb.

“No no no no no no no no!” She repeated hysterically. “No NO NO NO NO!” Her tone began to darken, her eyes going almost pure white.

Flowey began to feel uneasy, whether it was the absolute state of Toriel or the fact that the temperature was begining to pick up in the room, he didn’t know. “Shut up already!” He barked at her angrily.

Memories came flooding back for the Queen. A son, a child... a tragedy. “No!” She cried, fire surrounding her this time.

“Asriel... I’m sorry...” She shuddered looking at Flowey. Flowey frowned, his eyes growing with anger. “Shut up! Don’t you dare use that name!” He barked angrily.

Toriel let out a light chuckle, tears running down her cheeks, her eyes now looking bloodshot.

“My child, do not worry”

Flowey growled, gnashing his teeth. “Shut up! Just shut up!”

The Flowey looked towards the basket where the human’s soul was kept in. Vines burst out from the ground as they grabbed hold of the basket, taking the red soul inside.

“Haha!” Flowey cackled evilly. He took hold of the soul in his vines. He smiled deviously.

However without anyone’s knowledge, the soul began to glow brighter, moving closer to the flower. Flowey looked confusedly at it before feeling a sudden burst of energy rush through him. As if it still had the child’s sentience from before, the soul itself had chosen Flowey as it’s host without him even trying.

The power of this determination, the most powerful soul Flowey had ever felt. It rushed through his non existent body so fast and strong he felt almost overwhelmed.

The flower collapsed, dangling from his stem.

This soul was amazing. A power unlike any other. This child was stronger than anyone he had ever seen.

Asriel Dreemurr’s emerald eyes lit up.

A paw reached out to the grieving mother who was on her knees, unable to focus on anything.

“Mom?” The sad voice called out. Toriel turned slowly. What she saw caused the flames to die out.

“Asriel...?” The words were dry on her tongue, as if she didn’t know what she was actually saying.

Asriel looked down at his paws in shock. “I-I- I’m-“ before he could finish he felt a hard squeeze around his entire body. The shuddering mess that was his mother embraced him tightly. The warmth and relief of the hug filled the prince’s eyes with tears.

“Mama...” he cried out soflty. “Mama!” Another cry as he held her tighter. “My baby!” Toriel cried with exasperation.

As he embraced his mother, he felt a warmth in his soul and heard a voice, soft and echoing yet strange.

“Hello” the voice spoke. “I’m sorry” they said soflty. Asriel didn’t know how to respond, especially with the grief of his mother holding him tightly.

“Where’s dad?” Asriel’s tone was more upbeat, but his mother’s reaction was rather downcast. “In the castle.” She replied, hiding her disgust.

“Can we please see him?...” Asriel asked soflty.

Toriel hesitated. She really did not want to see Asgore again, but for the sake of their child, she would swallow her pride and anger for now.

“If you wish, my child.”

Without being spotted, Toriel and Asriel made their way through the underground and towards the capital. Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes were watching them from a camera view.

Alphys’s eyes widened. She nearly spat out her noodles all over the computer monitor. “O-oh my god! There’s THREE of them?!” She bellowed.

Asgore was busy minding his own buisiness, watering flowers.

“Dum dee dum” he sang.

Toriel entered the throne room, dreading the voice in front of her, whilst squeezing Asriel’s hand.

Asgore turned around surprised after hearing someone clear their throat to get his attention. “Oh? Is someone there?”

“Howdy! How can I-“ The king backed away a few steps. “Oh my...” he saw his son’s face, his Ex Wife’s patient smile. It all came flooding out.

“M-my boy...” Asgore weeped with a smile. Asriel ran straight to him, beaming with relief. “Dad!” The two embraced longingly. “Tori... you-“ Asgore began looking at the Ex Queen who was frowning worriedly. “Please do not Tori me Dreemurr!” She groaned exasperated.

“Mom please!” Asriel begged, holding tightly onto his father.

“I-I am sorry I just- how did-“ Asgore was at a loss for words, he didn’t know how his son came back, but he did. He was here and that’s all that mattered.

The horror stricken reality sunk into her. She tried to be angry, she tried to be dismissive and show no emotion but she fell to her knees yet again. Her sins were weighing her down heavily.

“I-I cannot take this any longer!” She cried. Asgore looked towards her, stunned and worried. “Toriel...” he uttered soflty.

“I have- I am-“ She hiccuped, feeling completely nauseated by the very words that she would have to say.

Asriel looked horrified as he realized what she was scared of. His soul. This soul... how did he get this in the first place?

He couldn’t remember and yet it was all about to be revealed.

“I have murdered...” Toriel uttered breathlessly. “

The king was taken aback. He couldn’t quite believe what she was saying. She had done something that he had done in the past to make her leave him? If he was unreasonable, he would’ve called her out, he would’ve been angry as to see she had taken the same path as him. But he stood there in shock, concern, fear. He loved her too much to let her feel the pain he had felt once.

“It is going to be okay...” He tried inching closer to her. Her eyes snapped away from him, pushing him back. “Get away from me!” She screamed. Unlike her usual anger towards him, this anger was a mask. A mask hiding pain and grief. This was an obvious mask it wasn’t to keep him away from her... it was to keep her away from anyone.

“I do not deserve your pity...” She seethed, her eyes turned away from him. Her fangs showed, angry and depressed. “After what I did” She began.

Asgore was confused now. She had said she was a murderer, but how so? Who had she killed? How was Asriel alive again? All of these questions plagued his brain.

“Please. You need to tell me.” He urged sternly, paws out in front of him.

“Take care of Asriel. I- I am going home” Her voice was meek and low. She had walked out of the throne room. Asgore desperately wanted to run after her, but he knew that would do more harm than good.

Asriel however was not going to give up so easily. “Mom!” He shouted.

He ran to her as her pace continued ever faster.

“Mom please!”

“Go away!” She yelled back, running away faster. Asriel was able to keep up, getting closer but remaining at a distance. “They know it wasn’t your fault!” He yelled.

Toriel stopped running and stood still, her face hidden from view. By now the two were by the caste hall, an eerie silence washing over them.

“I can feel their soul talking to me.” Asriel continued.

No response. “They say that... you have always been a good mother despite what you did today. They say they love you still”

Slowly, Toriel’s head began to turn back around. “Asriel.” She began.

“Asriel!” Asgore’s voice echoed towards the hallway. He rushed over to his son. “My son?” Asriel looked up at Asgore, glossy eyed. “Dad.” He murmured.

Toriel inhaled sharply and then turned and continued running. “Mom!” Asriel yelled out, a large white paw grabbing his arm, his other arm reaching outwards. “You must let her go, son...” Asgore sighed sadly.

“I’m sorry” he looked down at his child. Asriel’s breathing quickened. All he wanted was to have the family back together again, as happy as before. He was so tired of being a flower, he was so tired of being conflicted between two worlds.

Word got out that the prince of the underground was alive once more. The absolute shock and confusion swept over the citizens. How was this possible? Only Asriel truly knew.

“I hope the bed is as comfy as you remember” Asgore smiled down at Asriel who had himself tucked into his old bed. New home was less silent than it had once been.

“Thank you dad” he smiled in response. Asgore sighed deeply, smiling warmly. “If you need anything, let me know, alright?” The king looked over at his son who was making himself more comfortable in bed. “Will do” and with that, Asgore left the room quietly. His footsteps fading from earshot. Asriel stared up at the ceiling, his breathing slow.

“What do we do now?” He asked. A voice responded. “Are you awake?” A child’s voice asked in an echod trance. Asriel rolled his eyes. “Obviously.” He replied sarcastically. The child chuckled a little, the voice sounding less like a bad thought and more like some kind of weird guardian Angel.

“I just wanted to let you know... I’m okay like this.” The child’s soul admit. Asriel paused in thought for a moment. He couldn’t imagine a world in which living inside someone else’s body as a soul was a good outcome.

“Really, I am.” The soul spoke almost immediately after Asriel thought about it. The young monster’s eyes widened. “A-are you reading my thoughts?” He asked nervously. The soul chuckled almost in a naughty manner. “Maybe...”

Asriel groaned and lay on his side, ear squishing against the pillow. “Great... now I can’t even think without having my privacy invaded.”. “I promise I won’t look into anything personal!” The soul replied almost frantically. “You better not okay? I’m trusting you on this!” Asriel bit his lips.

“You can trust me, friend!” The voice replied, it sounded as if they were smiling as well. “Are we a team?” Asriel asked impatiently. “We’re a team!” The soul answered enthusiastically. Asriel couldn’t help but smile. This soul was warm and comforting. Although being invasive, he knew he was grateful for this soul, the soul that willingly gave itself to him. Why? He would never know.

[theunreliablewriter]

I’ll Always Take Care of You

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Warning: None. Just a bit of frustration then pure fluff.

A/N: This is a request, but I honestly have no idea what it exactly was. I had seventy-five percent of this written before Christmas. Tonight, I went to my asks, and it wasn’t there, so I don’t know if I deleted it or what. But I’m am unbelievably sorry this has taken so long. Life is hard and college is a bitch. I hope, even if this isn’t exactly what was asked for, you enjoy it! Please let me know if you do! :)

To say your throat felt as those you had swallowed shards of broken glass didn’t even scratch the surface of your symptoms and the agony you were in. Your body ached, despite not leaving the bed for a day and a half. Your head and sinuses throbbed. And you were still trying to figure out how a person could feel like they were sweating, while also being so cold all at once.

No differently than the previous night, you woke up just after 3:00am because the cold medicine had fully worn off, allowing your aches and pains to pull you from your already restless sleep.

As gently and quietly as you could, you slipped out of bed. You glanced back to ensure you hadn’t disturbed him.

Him.

The one and only person you not only could still bare to see, but genuinely wanted to, in your ill condition.

Most people thought such horrible things about him. They thought of him as violent, selfish, cruel, a murder...as an evil, soulless creature of the dark.

You were never sure what type of reaction those people sparked the most in you - heartbreak or anger. Whichever were both rooted in the same need. The need to defend him; the need to protect him. You knew he was none of those things. No, you didn’t support all of his actions, but unlike everyone else you understood them because you understood where they came from—pain. Inside of him, existed a well of pain so deep it made the universe seem small.

Flashes of those who believed so wrongly about him and of that well entered your mind as you looked at him, but they fleeted just as quickly as they entered because a smile couldn’t help but tug at your mouth. If he was known for anything else than his actions, it was his physicality. Seeing such a large man wrapped up in the blankets like a swaddled newborn, sleeping as if he didn’t have a care in the world, never failed to amuse you.

After taking in the site that distracted you from what felt like were bleeding scratches in your throat for a few more moments, you quietly exited the bedroom. You entered the kitchen hoping the remedy of tea would help sooth you this time, unlike the night before. After searching all of the lower and upper cabinets, you groaned in defeat and frustration from not finding the kettle. A second escaped you, when you realized there were a couple you hadn’t checked yet, but of course, they were the ones above the stove, which were also highest up.

Just as you began your climb onto the counter, a voice startled you by suddenly asking, “Looking for something?”

It wasn’t just any voice. It was deep. One many would describe a cold, but to you, it was nothing but the opposite. From the first word you ever heard him speak, it became the warmest sound you had ever known.

It was his voice.

Kylo’s.

You shot him a bit of a glare, when he softly laughed at how you jumped.

“Did you move the tea kettle?” You asked, each hoarse word stinging your throat.

His mouth curved into a slight frown, before he answered, “I put it up here, after I knocked it off the stove by accident.”

With ease, he reached into one of those cabinets and pulled out the desired kettle.

“But you don’t need tea, (Y/N). You need to see the doctor,” Kylo added.

“I’m doing better. No need for a doctor.”

“That’s ridiculous. You sound worse than you did yesterday. Hell. You sound worse than you did just a few hours ago.”

“No, I don’t. I have medicine. I’m fine,” you argued.

Similarly to how you had done before, and exactly like all of the times you had frustrated him in the past, he groaned, while running a hand through his messy, black hair.

“Can’t you stop being so stubborn just this once?” Kylo asked, although it partly soundly like more of a demand. “You’re just going to keep getting sicker and sicker, (Y/N)!”

“But I don’t want to go to the doctor! I just want some tea!”

“You don’t need tea!”

“Yes, I do!”

“I saw you had it last night, but clearly, I didn’t do you any good!”

“Well, fine! If you think I make it so badly, then you make it!”

If you had been watching this whole childish argument unfold as a fly on the wall, you would have laughed at the flailing arm motions Kylo made out of utter confusion over what you had just said.

“I never said you make bad tea!” Kylo defended himself. “All I am saying is you need something more effective than hot leaf water to get you well!”

With an annoyed huff you told him, “Whatever. I’m going back to bed.”

You returned to your shared room, deciding you didn’t need a doctor or tea to kill this cold. You’d just deal with it until it went away on its own.

In the back of your mind, you knew Kylo was right—you were being overly stubborn. It was a habit of yours to want to deal with things on your own. It wasn’t as strong as it once was though. After meeting and forming a bond with Kylo, you found yourself wanting—needing—him for help with more and more things. Surprisingly to yourself, you were okay with it because he relied on you in return. But all the while, you still had your moments where you gripped your independence with an iron fist, even if it wasn’t always best for your overall well-being.

You tossed and turned in the bed several times. Now, you weren’t sure if it was because of the sickness or how childish you acted moments before. Either way, you were certain you couldn’t get comfortable.

Several more minutes passed before you heard the door open and close softly.

“Here,” that deep voice said. “I added extra honey to see if it will have any effect.”

Kylo placed the large, steaming mug onto the nightstand as he sat on the edge of the mattress.

He released a frustrated sigh. “I only want you better, Y/N. I don’t want this turning into something more serious, which you are smart enough to know is possible.”

You could see immense concern written all over his face. His eyes were flood with nothing but what you always saw whenever he looked at you—even if was just a flash during the worst of moments—love. Everything Kylo ever did for you was out of pure love and devotion, and never did you doubt it.

“I know,” you finally conceded. “You’re right. I’m being stubborn, and I’m sorry. You didn’t have to do this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m a grown woman. You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you,” Kylo promised with such tenderness.

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll go to the medical bay in the morning.”

“Why can’t I take you now?”

“Because. I need to see if this,” you held up the mug with a smile pulling at your mouth. “Kylo’s special recipe works first.”

He shook his head, but failed at containing his grin. “Tea will be outlawed in the First Order by the evening.”

“Then you better prepare for a fight you will definitely lose,” you playfully warned in return. “The Supreme Leader is no match for me when my favorite favorite drinks and foods are threatened.”

A defeated, yet joyful sigh escaped his throat. He, then, placed a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t doubt you, my Queen.”

| Masterlist |

[erismerald]

Ｉ ｗｉｌｌ ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔ ｙｏｕ  (Credence Barebone x reader)

Part 2

Hey angels!!! So im back again, this time I'll dedicate this chapter to my baby boy Credence Barebone, I swear he really deserves a lot of love :3

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ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ:  Mentions of psychological and physical abuse, Blood, Semi-Mature, Cute

The boat was tearing the waves every second, towards New York. Your parents died about a month ago and now your nanny was taking you to a family that decided to adopt you, the family consisted of 4 members, Mary Lou (your new mother) and 3 brothers that you thought were your age, but you had no more information about them, the nanny preferred not to reveal more information.

Your eyes were filled with tears again, the longing for your mother's arms calming you down, and the fear you felt for living with complete strangers made your head too heavy, and because of that the nights have been a nightmare, you were already used to wake up screaming, calling your parents. Your thoughts left your skin burning and without noticing tears flowing down your cheeks as you looked at the horizon where you saw huge buildings increasing in size as the ship approached land, while you closed your eyes to try to imagine your mother's caring smile again, you felt a hand resting lightly on your shoulder, you turned around scared but you saw your Nanny smiling a little worried for you.

"Are you nervous, honey?" she asks you, pulling you closer, wrapping you in her arms and stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down.

"A little..." you paused and pulled your body away from hers slowly and lifting your face so that you could look at her "I'm still overwhelmed by their death... it's been very hard, I don't know if I'll fit into this new family" you looked down and stared at your feet. Fear invaded your thoughts again but you were interrupted when your body was hugged with force. Your nanny put her hand on your face and faced you with a gentle smile.

"You don't need to be afraid, they will treat you well, and if you need something..." she stops and removes a small serpent shaped medal "just hold on to it and the fear won't bring you down again" she says and gives you the small medal.

"Whose was it?" Your eyes were analyzing the little object while you waited for an answer.

" Your mother, when she was studying at Hogwarts, we met there, and that was a gift given by your grandmother when she was chosen for the Slytherin house. She was proud, and she always wore that medal, it gave her courage and motivation...so I think you'll need it more than I do" she answered by approaching the edge of the boat looking at the sea, I followed her body and continued looking at my mother's medal.

You felt a smile on your lips and grabbed the little snake gently, through that little object you felt that your mother was still there, and you hoped that one day you would become as good a witch as she was.

When the car stopped in front of a house that looked like a church, your heart was beating constantly, your stomach was full of butterflies and your head was invaded by all kinds of thoughts, in a few seconds the door was opened and a hand was extended in front of you.

You grabbed the hand to support yourself and got out of the car looking at the pile of children coming out of the house, my instinct was to look at the nanny, and her reaction made your nervousness calm down a little.

You took a deep breath and walked towards the house followed by your faithful nanny, when you entered you saw a middle aged woman walking towards you and you felt a very strange energy coming from her, her smile seemed forced but even so she represented her joy in seeing you.

"Welcome dear! We were waiting for you" she says hugging your body and squeezing hard, almost stealing your air. Her gaze examined my body as if I had never seen a human being before, until it melted away when your nanny called her attention to talk. Meanwhile, you decided to observe the space around you, and in almost every corner it was possible to see anti-witch propaganda, my gaze despaired when I saw the prison where I was welcomed, how could I be accepted if they were against my kind?

My gaze analyzed corner by corner until my attention was stolen because of a powerful magical energy, I looked everywhere and felt my gaze heal with his.

He looked older than I was, and his body, even though it was muscled, looked frail and frightened, his gaze was black but he managed to steal all of my breath and made my cheeks burn.

He looked away from me quickly, looked nervous and scared of something, until I felt another pair of eyes analysing me, it was Mary Lou with her disapproving look at you when she saw that boy, after all who was he?

The nanny came up to you and gave me one last hug, and promised to visit you soon, at that moment your last memory of her was to see her body move away from you and disappear inside that car.

"So my child, it's time to introduce you to the rest of the family, what do you think? "Her voice echoed inside that little room and her hand picked up yours pulling you to the top floor.

As you walked upstairs the energy you had just felt began to grow stronger, and as you reached the floor you went into what was supposed to be the living room, your heart stopped beating again and your breathing became heavier when you saw him again.

Mary Lou sat down on the sofa waiting for you to follow her, and without delay sat down next to her facing your three new brothers.

" Well as I told you, from now on you'll have a new sister, this is Y/n, I hope you treat her well okay?" Mary lou looked at you then and smiled "This is Modesty, Chasity and Credence" she smiled again and got up and headed downstairs, followed by Credence, but first she stopped and looked back and headed to him

"Credence help her with her bags and take her to your room" she spoke harshly, it seemed their relationship was different, she was cold with him, maybe with time you can find out what was going on. But what she said was still in your head, your room? You'd have to share a room with a boy? You followed Credence until you reached the attic, it was a small room, but it was very cozy, and tidy, he had put your bags on the foot of your new bed and you just followed his body movements with your gaze, in a short time Credence felt himself being watched and looked at you timidly, and your gaze swerved quickly.

"I-i hope you feel comfortable here", he said, staring at the floor, his voice was hoarse but shy, he approached the door and stopped right in front of you.

 "D-dinner is almost ready, in a while Modesty will come and call you" he said and left the room.

«TIME SKIP»

A few hours went by and you were still nervous, not because you were in that family, even though the idea of calling Mary Lou a mother was completely unthinkable, but because you were going to sleep in the same room as Credence you couldn't deny how wrong it was for you to find Credence attractive, but now he was your brother you couldn't think of that, could you?

You were lying in bed watching your mother's necklace, it was really beautiful, it was green and full of emeralds and silver, but something called your attention, a leather noise hitting something, and sometimes you heard some moans of pain.

You got out of bed and even barefoot you went out of your room and walked towards the stairway, and the vision you had broke your heart into a thousand pieces. In front of you was Credence crying and with some blood on his body and hands and in front of him was Mary lou with a leather belt in her hand, her expression was of anger, your eyes turned again to Credence who at the same time looked at you scared and ashamed. Mary Lou followed his gaze to you and her expression froze, she approached you and would try to speak but realized that your gaze was in credence.

"I was just teaching your brother that he shouldn't be home late," she said with a little irony, her voice repulsed you, you couldn't believe that from now on you'd be living with a monster.

"By beating him?What kind of teaching is that?" Your voice echoed through the house, your anger was eminent.

"He MUST LEARN" she said in anger as she turned to hit him again, but your anger increased the adrenaline in your body and you ran in front of him trying to protect him.

The sound of the leather hitting your skin echoed again through the house, your eyes closed tightly in an attempt to ease the pain and contain the tears, Mary lou raised her belt once more and hit you again on your back and this time you felt the hot liquid dripping down your back Mary lou looked at you and still you killed your position in front of credence. She grumbled something and went downstairs until she left the church, closing the door tightly.

Finally you fell to your knees with your lips trembling, and with a great deal of anger, your gaze rose and stared at the gaze of credence that was frightened and worried about you, you stood up and took her hand, guiding him to the room, you sat him on the bed and looked at him and smiled softly.

"Where is the first aid kit?" You asked in a quiet, low voice, you wanted to take care of him, he's helpless, he needed you.

"In that wardrobe" he pointed with his hand shaking, you took his hand carefully and his reaction was to remove it immediately, you looked at him and smiled, standing up and walking to the wardrobe and taking the little box that had it.

You went back there again and calmly looked at him again:

"Credence my love, can I take care of your wounds?" you asked quietly and he just nodded "for that I'll need you to remove your shirt please" this time your voice was shaking, it was the first time you'd even see a boy without a shirt, he hesitated but nodded, and started to unbutton his shirt while you burned with shame and tried to look the other way.

When he finally believed he had removed the tissue from his body you examined his body for injuries, his arms were full of bruises and his back a bit bloody, his gaze was glued to yours, his face was flushed, and you could see that his breathing was speeding up.

His body and the very attractive even with the scars, it took you some time to get all the wounds on her back treated, and now you were addressing her hands. The silence was comfortable, he felt confident with you what was new to him, he watched every move you made and blushed every time your eyes went in. He was worried about you, and felt a strong connection when you put yourself in front of him to protect him, he could see the pain on your face, he felt guilty.

You noticed his expression, which changed from calm to serious, and it left you worried

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry I'm not very good with injuries" you said apologizing for any pain you gave him

"No...I'm just worried about you" his answer made your heart stop a bit "she hurt you...you need care too" he said softly and a bit ashamed.

"Oh sure, let me just finish putting the bandage on your hand, okay?" you said equally embarrassed. When you finished you let go of his hand carefully and let him put something on, you looked at him and with a nervous and shy look you turned on your back and knelt in front of him.

Credence followed your movements with his gaze and felt his heart shooting, you removed your nightgown showing your back to him, his breathing accelerated when he saw your naked skin exposed to him, and even more when he saw the dried blood on your skin. His chest was invaded by the feeling of sadness, he approached you and put his hand on your back, which made your body stretch, the feeling of his touch on your skin, it was too pleasant for you, he was gentle, he didn't want to hurt you, so he tried to be as careful as possible with you., his hands were delicate but robust and soon  the feeling of a cold liquid goin' down your back, made you move away a little bit.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked immediately, you looked ahead and saw the rain hitting the window of the room, and a few seconds later you looked towards him covering your chest, you felt his gaze descending and a little later staring at the floor, he was embarrassed to see a girl's body for the first time.

"No, don't worry dear, it was just the feeling of cold" you said and you turned to the front feeling your cheeks cheeks cheering, he just let out an "oh" and went on with what he was doin

Credence stopped for a moment...he knew what pain was since he was little, and seeing the mark on your back made his eyes fill with tears, he didn't know what he felt for you the moment he saw you, how he could trust so much a stranger, but seeing your act of courage in protecting him made his heart open to you.

You were not understanding what was happening, and suddenly your thought was invaded when the arms of credence wrapped around your body holding you tight.

He hides his face in your neck and you begin to feel his tears running down your neck, you couldn't move, he grabbed your body with affection, and even though you were half naked in front of him, he didn't care.

Your heart was a thousand, you just wanted to feel his arms wrapping your delicate body:

"I'm sorry..." he says with a trembling voice, his response moved your heart, you turned to him slowly holding the fabric of your nightgown over your breasts, you look at him and he stared at the floor, you delicately put your hand on his face, he came closer trying to feel more warmth coming from you, even with his gaze on the floor.

"Why?" your voice was like a whisper, your thumb stroked his cheek, waiting for an answer from him, and finally his gaze was stuck to yours, his eyes were red from crying, his reaction was unexpected, his face approached yours and little by little you could feel his breath near your mouth, and finally his lips touch yours.

It was a simple and innocent kiss, without maliciousness, his body stuck to yours and you felt your hands letting go of the clothes that covered your breasts, your arms embraced his body and his hands wrapped your back.

A few seconds later you felt him walking away without air, his gaze was still red, but when he looked down and saw your body sitting on his lap and saw your skin uncovered, he closed his eyes tightly, when you noticed your body you immediately left his lap and put on your pajamas again.

"You don't have to apologize to me Believe me, I promise you I will protect you from that monster, and you don't have to be afraid or apologize to me... I will take care of you" you said looking at him with a shy smile

"I want to protect you too, I won't let her touch you again, I'm sorry Y/n for what happened" he looked at you and you saw the most honest smile of your life, he was really beautiful and sweet, your will to protect him was immense... is it too soon to admit that you had fallen in love with him?

He put his gaze on you, his thought was invaded by emotions, he couldn't help noticing how delicate you were and how attractive your body was, you noticed his gaze and he was fixed on your body, and your cheeks turned red.

You said, "I think we'd better go to sleep" and you were going to lie down on your bed when Credence holds your hand, looks back and sees his eyes glued to your hand.

"Can I sleep with you?" he asked shyly.

"Of course...come on" you held his hand and pulled him up to my bed and let him settle down and then I lay down beside him, his head rested on my chest, and his arms wrapped your body.

The sound of rain made the room even more cozy and little by little you felt your eyes closing...the warmth of credence made you feel protected, and the love and affection you showed Credence made his heart open to you.

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Foxglove and Milo

Summary: Foxglove and Milo are two souls trapped in a pocket dimension, stuck in an endless time loop of survival and regeneration. Caught by Foxglove once again, Milo wonders why the guy hasn’t just killed him already.

Author’s Note: First full story for my horror OC Foxglove and his ‘survivor’ counterpart Milo! Very happy to get back into the swing of writing again. Trigger warnings for drugging, hallucinations, heavy physical scarring, violence/murder and character death.

The landscape was unrestrained nature as far as the eye could see. A mix of sparse trees and green-land, remains of structures that had fallen into ruin, and a graveyard with headstones jutting out from the earth. It was completely barren of people, minus two exceptions.

“How long are you keeping me here?” Milo complained, coughing under his breath. He was sitting in a cold patch of grass, propped against a stretcher bed. A few metres away, Foxglove was sitting on a wooden stool. The beak of his mask turned to look at Milo.

“What…? What do you mean...?” The question came partially muffled through the mask, the voice raspy and strained. Milo lifted one shoulder in a shrug. He paused before answering, looking around at their surroundings. Foxglove’s (home? Living quarters?) of whatever time loop dimension the two of them were stuck in, consisted of a caravan sunk into the ground. The roof and one side were ripped out, exposing its insides like a scavenged corpse. It contained all of Foxglove’s belongings, including Foxglove himself, and the stretcher bed Milo was currently slumped against.

“I mean here.” Milo continued, looking back to Foxglove. “You’ve won, you caught me. Congratulations. Now either kill me or let me go.” Foxglove’s head tilted to the side, considering Milo’s question now that he knew its meaning. Milo coughed again, spitting out a string of spittle from his lips. Foxglove’s living quarters were covered in the same fog as the rest of the endless landscape; a troublesome sweet-smelling mist that rolled low across the floor, wafting around moving calves and trying to reach open noses and mouths. It followed Foxglove around everywhere, spilling from the censer hanging from his staff. That same staff was currently standing against the still-intact wall, beside Foxglove’s foot.

“No…” Foxglove went back to the bowl in his hands, crushing and mixing various plant matter together. Milo’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“What’s the point of keeping me around?” He insisted, “You know as well as I do that it won’t be permanent. Nothing is.” Foxglove nodded, adding water from a glass bottle to the bowl of plant matter before setting both items carefully on the ground. Milo sighed, more of that lingering fog filling his lungs. He was starting to lose feeling in his feet and fingers. He slumped a little further against the stretcher, and he heard a quiet, amused chuckle behind the mask. “What?” 

Foxglove reached out and grasped his staff, using it as support to pull himself to his feet. The censer swung with every movement, disturbed and spilling out more of that damned herbalist’s concoction. He crossed the small space of the caravan, approaching where Milo sat. Foxglove was not an imposing man by physicality; even after years without any hard labour, Milo was still much stronger and broader in the shoulder than Foxglove was, and had been at least a little above average in the looks department in his old town. Yet as Foxglove stood over Milo, staring behind the black, unfeeling lenses of his bird-shaped mask, Milo shrunk underneath him.

“It won’t be long now…” Foxglove told him. He eased down slowly to a kneel, tilting Milo’s chin with a crooked finger before angling the staff down closer towards Milo’s face. “You’ll be gone soon enough...just wait…” Milo’s lip curled. He tried to inch further away from Foxglove, and he managed to make it a short distance despite the steadily spreading numbness in his limbs. Foxglove just watched him, leaning forward with interest, as if enjoying Milo’s reaction. Milo wasn’t sure which reaction was more intriguing - his response to the potion, or his slow, impending death.

“Crushing me would be faster.” Milo remarked. He launched into another coughing fit as Foxglove stood up again; wincing from a twinge of pain on the way up, but making it to his full height nevertheless. Milo squinted, shaking his head to try and clear his vision. Foxglove’s form was becoming blurry, shimmering into the dull black feathers of an avian beast. Its spine slouched, humanoid but with wings instead of arms, brandishing claws and talons designed for tearing flesh.

“Maybe.” A jagged beak croaked, before it turned back into just a mask. Foxglove shifted, inhaling a sharp intake of breath, and then walked over to the stretcher, sitting on its surface. Milo had lost track of how long Foxglove had been standing there before answering, too distracted by the monster that had briefly appeared in front of him.

“The hallucinations are starting again.” He deadpanned, only now realising that his face had become squashed against the stretcher’s metal frame.

“Good...” Foxglove replied. He patted Milo’s shoulder, then let the hand fall into his own lap.

Milo had become increasingly more familiar with the process of Foxglove’s preferred concoctions, after being trapped with the man for an eternity. It was an endless loop of Foxglove hunting Milo down and killing him. The methods varied, but the end result was almost always the same. Even when Milo had managed to escape Foxglove, he had never found a way out of this little piece of the world - a world. It had taken a long and gruelling amount of retries to find Foxglove’s caravan, and even longer to regularly visit without getting his skull caved in.

The skull-caver in question was still just sitting there, perched motionless on his bed as the staff kept drizzling poison around them. Summoning his will, Milo squirmed and struggled, trying to prop himself up. The hand he placed down slipped on the earth and he went tumbling backwards, his upper half falling out of the boundary of the caravan and onto the surrounding grass. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and the sharp intake that followed caused Milo to cough and retch on his own saliva. Once he had stopped choking, Milo’s eyes rolled upwards, the back of his head dragging against the ground as he looked at his close surroundings.

“...Is that Mary’s place? Over there?” Milo questioned, voice raising in realisation. He looked down; he could see all of Foxglove’s backside from here. His entire body was covered from head to toe in black and green cloth. He must have removed his mask while Milo wasn’t looking, because it now sat in the palm of his free hand.

“Over there.” Milo repeated. He tried to gesture, but his arms fell limp at his sides. His vision was going blurry again as Foxglove looked over his shoulder in the direction Milo had indicated. “I don’t know...I didn’t know her.” Foxglove replied, and turned back around. Milo stared at the fallen stone wall, upside-down from his point of view, before his mouth twisted down into a frown.

“Right…” He agreed quietly, before addressing Foxglove again, “Except you killed her.” Foxglove remained still, not even stirring at Milo’s accusation. Milo had gotten all this tears and cursing out years ago, but the memories still tied a knot in his stomach.

“Was that really necessary?” Milo sighed, looking at Foxglove’s back, “Did you ever consider another option?”

“Necessary?” Foxglove hissed. His grip tightened on the staff and he shoved the mask onto the bed, shooting to his feet. He approached stiffly around and out of the caravan, coming quickly towards Milo. Milo, eyes widening, tried to drag himself backwards, but his body was failing him, slipping uselessly.

“Was this necessary? Was this your town’s only option?” Foxglove’s boot pressed down on Milo’s thigh, keeping him in place. Milo stared as Foxglove threw the staff down beside him, crouching down and gripping Milo by the shirt, wrenching him upwards. “Did I deserve this?” Patchwork strands of dark hair fell out from beneath the snug inner hood of Foxglove’s clothing, partially obscuring his real face. Pale dead eyes were flooded with anger and hatred. Splotches of his pale skin were mottled with burnt scar tissue, completely surrounding the left side of his face and poking out from beneath his collar. “All of you voted to have me die at the stake. Did I deserve to be murdered?” Milo’s tongue twitched uselessly in his mouth, any response unable to escape his throat. Foxglove’s clenched fists were shaking, his normally slow tone instead clipped and venomous. His lips were twisted in a snarl as he yanked Milo closer towards his face, making sure it was all Milo could see. “Are you happy now? Did this help you when you all decided I couldn’t?” Foxglove’s voice cracked, and he threw Milo down against the dirt. Milo sank beneath the top of the fog, engulfed by it. He tried to breathe fresh air into his lungs, the intake coming in a wheeze. It was becoming hard to focus, but he managed to recognise the sudden grip around his jaw, prying it open.

“Here. Breathe deep.” The bird-creature’s voice ordered. His other hand tangled in Milo’s hair, wrenching his head back from the opposite end, so it was impossible not to inhale the dense toxin. “Maybe this dosage will cure your ailment.” Milo’s eyes were watery and bulging as they stared at Foxglove; he tried desperately to struggle, to speak, to do anything. Foxglove, or the creature, its own pale eyes were burning into him, watching his vision tunnel. His lungs were burning, and the numbness was replaced by a warmth, spreading across the rest of his body and torturously pleasant and welcoming. The grip on his jaw and in his hair remained like a vice. Milo looked up to the sky above them, the dark sky with barely a star in sight. He heard the garbled choking sounds from his own throat as his vision gave out, the warmth overtaking him, and he felt himself fading, falling into the sensation. The very last thing he could feel was his lungs screaming for oxygen as he slipped from the world once more, as he had over and over again for centuries.