#medic will have more time to shine momentarily

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Based on the polls, it looks like I better write more about Tank and I again

[izzystizzys]

There is a scratch mark on the floor of the Council chambers that Mace has never noticed before. Not a deep one, mind, quite shallow. This matters because it’s making the white-hot pulse of agony stabbing through his eyeballs ebb momentarily. Then, he chances a glance upwards at the fidgeting Knight in front of them, and it returns in full force.

Huh, he’s never seen Oppo Rancisis’ face turn that colour before.

“Hmm”, Master Yoda hums, deep and scratchy. His expression is unreadable even to Mace beyond a baseline gremlinness, and the force with which he grips the edges of his seat is making his bones creak. Master of the Order you should become, they said. Follow the calling of the Force, you should. A fulfilling purpose, it will be. Mace is going to hunt the little goblin for sport when this is all over, and he’s going to laugh the whole time.

“Show us the livestream again, could you, Knight Parvo?” Yoda asks. Mace bursts a capillary, he’s pretty sure, and so does poor Knight Parvo, whose orange Mon Cala skin tips all the way into blood red with stress. “Most unusual, this is.”

“Absolutely not!”, Ki Adi intervenes before Mace has to, thank the Force for little mercies. Plo Koon’s tusks tremble slightly with either suppressed laughter or abject horror, maybe both, and Stass Allie has her head in her hands. “The holo stills should be enough”, Ki Adi proceeds to add, and Mace has to reconsider all feelings of grace he just felt towards his fellow Councillor.

He never wants to watch Yoda zoom in on someone’s abs again. Or Depa raise her eyebrows at the curve of thighs bent over the dripping front of a speeder.

“Speeder Wash For Our Troops”, his former padawan reads out loud from a still of what has to be hundreds of the things gathered in the public senate parking lot. “Fund Our Boys And Get A Wet Seeing-To!” The series of images features dozens of Coruscant Guard troopers in various stages of unkitted, gleaming and shining with soap suds and water. The fact that the whole thing is also massive shatterpoint after massive shatterpoint is, quite frankly, insulting.

“Well hello- oh dear”, Obi-Wan’s blue form crackles to life in his chair, followed by several sounds of choking that are definitely not him. Good, Mace thinks acidly. If he has to deal with this, then so does kriffing Skywalker. “I’m sorry, why am I looking at Commander Thorn using a washrag like a lasso on top of a speeder?”

“Oh, the Guard’s little fundraising project”, Bail Organa says, as he steps into the Council chambers. Normally, Mace likes the man well enough. Now, he just smiles and adds on, “I’ve already donated, in mine and Breha’s name. Remotely, of course.”

“The Guard’s fundraising speeder wash?”, Obi-Wan repeats, edges of his holo form flickering with what Mace suspects is Skywalker very unsubtly trying to edge in. Force, but the man really is horrible at any and all stealth, like kissing his secret wife in an open arena in front of his Master. “And they are fundraising for…?”

“GAR budget allocations have to come from somewhere”, Organa shrugs. “And with the tide of public opinion turning, they’ve been tending towards cuts. The Guard feels them more keenly than any other sector - they’ve been reduced from half to quarter rations, and medical supplies have not made more than a token appearance in the last draft. The Chancellor has cancelled three consecutive meetings on the matter, and thus it was agreed that a more hands-on approach was needed. Any surplus will go into the Army fund.”

“Surely it can’t be that dire”, Oppo protests, a slightly less concerning shade of purple now. Senator Organa shrugs again, jostling the smattering of cracks slowly building around his person in a way that makes Mace wince quietly. “It’s all publicly available data, Masters.”

It really can be that dire, as it turns out. And quarter rations is only scratching the surface of how dire, considering the Guard has apparently never had access to bacta in all their posting, and also includes requisitioning forms available to the Senate for reconditionings and decommissionings, two words Mace has only heard Ponds whispers amidst shuddering in the early days of the war before Shaak Ti went off and just about tore some throats out over it.

“Alright”, he concedes, rubbing at his temples. “Fair enough, we have failed to tackle a massive blind spot in the Guard’s well being. There is no Jedi assigned to Coruscant, and that’s an oversight on our behalf. But how in the everloving kriff did this get past the Chancellor and Commander Fox?!”

Who have both signed, black on white. Bail Organa smiles cryptically. “Well, if you scroll a bit past that one image, up to the industrial speeder in the back - Commander Fox is currently having credits stuffed into his codpiece in the back, I believe.”

“HE’S WHAT IN THE WHAT NOW”, Commander Cody screeches through the speaker of Obi-Wan’s holo image, and Mace has to summon every bit of Jedi-serenity he possesses in his body to keep from dropkicking a cackling Yoda through the chamber windows.

[vroomvroomcircuit]

Wildest Dream

(A/N): This is the crackies of crack fics. Enjoy.

Summary: Oscar's girlfriend draws the line when it comes to his bunny teeth. Even in her dreams.

Warnings: None. Just pure crack.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

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(Y/N) admits that her dreams are wild. Not weird. Wild is the only word that really fits. For her it has been like that since her early childhood days. It seems like every tiny impression she collects during the day gets sorted and thought about during her sleeping time.

Sometimes upon waking up, she immediately tells Oscar what happened in her vivid dreams, always giving him a good laugh and earning herself another warm hug in bed. It’s a good trade off in their opinion.

Although, other times (Y/N) is not able to differentiate between dreams and the reality, too caught up in the emotions that have been brought up to actually wake up and take her surroundings in. Which is a thing that Oscar has yet to see actually happen.

Another night of falling asleep cuddling her Australian koala close to her after he finally came home from the latest race weekend and him yapping about how one of his engineers got a teeth transplant and couldn’t be present this time around. During his in depth description of the procedure, (Y/N) only thought about how adorable Oscar’s front bunny teeth are. His soothing voice brings her into a land of dreams, even if he is talking about cutting out teeth.

Instead of listening to Oscar, she finds herself in a hospital bed, surrounded by white walls. The cream colored sheets are scratchy against her skin, making her want to claw them away the moment she realizes this sensation. But another man’s voice momentarily distracts her.

“The procedure was a success in all departments. We couldn’t be happier with the results,” A man in a white coat and glasses congratulates (Y/N), his eyes glued to a clipboard before smiling at her enthusiastically. But the young woman is even more confused now. “What procedure?” This question brings out a frown out of the middle aged man. He takes a small light out of his pocket and shines it into her eyes, blinding (Y/N) for a second. “It looks like the anesthesia hasn’t worn off completely yet. Miss, you got a new set of front teeth transplants. You knocked them out during a racing incident, don’t you remember?”

The young woman tries really hard to remember, but nothing the doctor says seems to ring a bell or shake a tambourine. It starts to concern herself, but she trusts the medical professional more than her own anxious feelings. After all, it does make sense that she somehow knocked her own teeth out by getting into an accident. She probably doesn’t remember it because of the traumatic experience. Good to know she has her teeth repaired, something she does not have to worry about anymore.

“Oscar. I want to see Oscar. Can you please bring me to my Oscar? He is easy to spot. A lanky, really awkward guy with brown hair. Cute eyes, don’t ask me the eye color. Whenever I try to actually look into them to find it out, I get lost. But it’s not a bad thing, his eyes are my favorite labyrinth. Oh, OH! Don’t forget about his adorable smile. It’s my favorite thing about Oscar, because it shows his cute bunny teeth. Ugh, I love them so so much. Have you seen that guy?” Shamelessly gushing about her boyfriend is something (Y/N) would have still done without being under the influence of anesthesia, but it still makes her tongue lighter.

The doctor nods a bit awkwardly. “He is in the waiting room. The poor boy wasn’t able to settle down at all during the operation. I’m going to get you some water and let him know you are expecting him.”

Now (Y/N) is kind of panicking. She wants nothing more than to see her boyfriend. But she apparently just came out of a procedure. Is she looking presentable? Will he be disgusted by her current appearance? Is there any blood left?

Maybe being worried about this is dumb, but this whole situation is so bizarre to (Y/N), she does not want any more problems, especially none regarding the love of her life.

There is a short knock on the door, to which the young woman quickly calls for the person to enter the room. Her breathtakingly cute Oscar pops in. “Osc! Look! I got a new tooth implant!”

Her excitement makes him smile his polite cat smile. He steps closer to the bed and strokes her cheek. “I knof. Who do you fink gave you hif teef?” Suddenly (Y/N) sees his front teeth missing. The cute bunny teeth that made her lighten up in any situation.

She can’t comprehend it. How can Oscar even dare to get rid of them. She surely could have gotten some new teeth elsewhere. But his audacity to just take his own out? Unbelievable. A big burst of anger makes its way into her chest.

(Y/N) sits up in her bed. The hospital room is gone, she is back in her shared bedroom with Oscar moving up next to her. He must have taken her home after she fell asleep because of the anesthesia again.

“Oh, good morning, Darling”, he greets her in his raspy morning voice. But she just ignores him and gets up swiftly to get dressed for the day. (Y/N) is still mad in a way she can’t put into words.

Which leaves the Australian in a confused state. What did he do to her? Did he kick her in his sleep again? Steal the blanket?

He tries to approach her again in the kitchen, seeing her prepare breakfast. He hugs her from behind, trying to swing them both from side to side. But (Y/N) is having none of it. She shakes him off and takes a step aside, earning a puzzled glance from him. “Hey, Baby. Why are you mad at me?”

She continues to ignore him, taking her plate and already prepared drink out onto the balcony. Oscar looks at the counter, missing his own plate. Usually, when he is home from racing, (Y/N) makes breakfast for the two of them. Apparently not today.

Sighing, he makes himself a plate of food and cleans up the kitchen before following his girlfriend. The young woman is already scrolling on her phone while slowly eating without waiting for him.

“(Y/N), please talk to me. What did I do wrong to make you this angry? How can I make it better?” Oscar is borderline pleading with her, just wanting to know what happened. He already misses his affectionate girlfriend.

“Take your teeth back and I will stop being mad at you. How can you even get to the dumb idea, giving me your teeth for a transplant.”

Her outburst takes him aback for a quick second. “Which teeth? I got all of mine and you got all of yours.” This makes (Y/N) halt in her own track. She looks at his mouth, which he opens up just for her to check his claim. Then she checks her own mouth.

“But, but you gave me your cute bunny teeth for a transplant, because I lost mine in a car accident or crash or so. How-” Her question is cut off by Oscar’s hearty laugh. This gets an immediate pout from her, which makes him want nothing more than to just kiss it away immediately.

“Darling, you dreamt that. You didn’t get a transplant and I didn’t give you anything. Even though I’m willing to give you all of me John Legend style, I know you wouldn’t appreciate me getting them taken out for you.” He pulls her into a tight embrace, which she finally succumbs to and even returns, straddling his hips to get even closer to him, becoming the koala in the relationship for once.

(Y/N) hides her face in his chest. “Oh no. I am so so sorry. It just somehow made sense to me. How can I make it up to you?” She whines, looking up with doe eyes at him.

Oscar is capable of many things. But being mad at his girlfriend is not one of them. “Mhhh, how about a kiss?” Quickly (Y/N) follows his request, pressing her lips to his, a mile erupting on Oscar’s face at her eagerness. They get lost in the moment, pressing gentle kisses to each other’s lips.

“Did you just lick over my teeth?” “I needed to make sure!”

[arachniee]

i. medical haywire

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ various! hazbin hotel x female seraphim! reader

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summary: as the seraphim responsible for the management of heaven's medical areas, your days are mostly spent in the comfort of labs and clinics. though, those mudane days seem to shift into more interesting ones after meeting the princess of hell and her little group.

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warnings: mentions of death, mentions of blood, too much caffeine intake, not proofread; there might be grammatical errors, all lowercase letters

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heaven was as bright and bustling as ever, regardless of the time of day. whether it'd be the sun shining, or the moon. every corner of the city was filled with fun and joy, not a single hint of negativity. heaven was paradise, after all. a paradise that everyone wanted to get a taste of. it was the embodiment of dreams, everyone would agree. this was place that granted them a life that was worth living, even in the afterlife.

however, you wouldn't say that this was your dream. in the presence of the night, you remained unfazed as you continued with your work. eerie silence seeping into the laboratory room you were currently in, despite being all alone, this somehow bought you comfort instead of uneasiness. being surrounded by laboratory equipment and machinery, your attention shifted from the blood sample in your hands to the medical files on the metal table near you. it wasn't just any pile, almost every corner of that table was filled with piles and piles of folders almost the size of mountains.

after you received the report of an extermination angel's murder, you haven't slept in days. an angel was behead, that kept you up at night. each time you thought about it, your curiousity and thirst for knowledge were eating you up from the inside and out. you wanted to dwell deeper into the topic, but you still had medical areas to run. and with the recent news that you received about the extermination, you wanted nothing more than to just drown yourself in your own misery. every six months, really?

extermination angels return with more wounds than what others would expect. and with thousands of them returning with injuries that range from scratches to more notable wounds, the extermination is something you do not look forward to dealing with. you are definitely not surprised, these sadistic fuckers are too overconfident in their own actions, lacking in armor and more driven to attack, and because of that, you're the one who has to suffer with treating them.

and now that those demons know what they can do to angels, you're expecting more bloodshed during extermination. and that means more work. and not mention that the extermination angels should be in the best condition possible to participate, thus, you have to monitor all of them regularly. and with your more 'common' patients, the residents of the city, you haven't seen and felt daylight nor the moonlight in who knows how long now. you haven't even slept yet, only taking naps here and there that only last around half an hour or so.

as you checked your watch, you noted that the project you were currently working on would have to be continued in the next few hours instead. you followed quite a strict and busy schedule, which is not surprising for one of the highest of seraphims. you tidied up the lab a bit, rummaging through the almost endless amount of files and folders, grabbing a few before your eyes fell onto a folder that had a letter "v" in the middle. you momentarily paused your actions, frozen in place as you stared at it. you eventually pushed it aside and grabbed the files under it before you stood and made your way out, turning off the lights and locking the door.

the halls were dimly lit, casting an unsettling sense of uneasiness. though, you walked through them without a care in the world, this was heaven after all, no one would harm you here. each door you passed was dark and disturbing, expected as it was almost two o'clock in the morning. your steps echoed down the empty halls as you walked to the laboratory's cafeteria. your last caffeine intake was almost an hour ago, you need to grab another mug before you collapsed with more work piled up on your desk the next morning.

unsurprisingly, the lights were still on in the cafeteria since the cooks would usually prepare the food early in the morning. you had to commend them for their dedication though. as you entered the kitchen area, you were greeted warmly by the workers, you nodded at them in acknowledgement, greeting them as well, though with a little less energy. they understood why, and they were grateful for your dedication to your job as well. it must be hard to keep everyone in check, managing a lot of stuff all at once. before you could reach one of the coffee makers, one of the newer staff members extended a mug of steaming, hot coffee into your reach with smile. you looked at them with raised eyebrows and tired eyes, the young angel just wanted to express his admiration, and maybe this was the way that he thought you would appreciate the most at the moment. maybe he was right, so you gently took the mug from his hands, careful not to spill any onto him.

he visibly beamed at you when you expressed your gratitude by muttering a small 'thank you', hoping that he, even in the slightest way possible, was able to help your mood and tiredness. you stayed in the cafeteria for a few more minutes before you had to go back to work. the young angel's mood dampened a little bit, but he understood and bid you goodluck with a smile. after that unintentional break you had, you walked to your office, a little more energetic now, was it because of the caffeine or the interaction you had with the young man? you're not sure. he reminded you of an old friend you had, but you shook those thoughts away as your office finally came in sight.

you were slightly surprised to see someone standing at your door, their knuckles knocking onto the door. you were always told you had such light, unaudible steps, now you realized how right they were. if you hadn't spoke, this person wouldn't have heard your arrival. even in the dark hallways, you were able to make out the person's appearance, and you didn't quite expect to see her here, especially at this hour.

"emily?"

you stated, your voice was somewhat husky, you figured it was because you hadn't interacted and spoke to someone in who knows how many days due to your work. the young seraphim slightly jumped at your voice, not expecting you to appear right beside her in the dark. she let out a nervous laugh, she was jittery, you could tell with how she played with her fingers and avoided eye contact. and when she finally spoke, you knew your hunch was correct.

"h-hey! no wonder no one was answering me, i thought you fell asleep in your office again!"

her smile was strained, it was quite obvious. you didn't question her as you gestured for her to enter your office with you. you placed the files you were carrying on the table, taking another sip of the coffee in your other hand as you nodded your head to one of the chairs, emily understood and with unsure movements, she sat down on the chair in front of your table. the atmosphere was tense, you could tell. she couldn't seem to stay still in her seat, eyes darting all around the room. the silence was deafening, though you wanted to break it yourself, you didn't want to overstep boundaries and ask her directly about why she was acting so... troubled. and it didn't take long before she took a deep breath and spoke.

"i heard there's going to be a meeting with the princess of hell."

her voice was quiet, but to you, it was loud and clear. you knew about the meeting, of course. sera and the others have informed you about this meeting a few days ago. you were one of the most important figures of heaven, so your presence there was mandatory. and you weren't surprised that emily knew about this meeting, as she herself was also a seraphim. though you wondered why she spoke of the meeting in such a tone. you expected her to be happy, especially since you knew of her curiousity about hell and the demons who reside in it. as you stared at the file in your hands, you gave a brief glance to her as an acknowledgement to continue. she hesitated for a few seconds before she eventually spoke again.

"sera didn't tell me. no one did. if i hadn't passed by and accidently heard them talk about it, i wouldn't have known."

at her words, you finally lifted your gaze. she wore a sad expression, her eyebrows low and down as her lips were. she seemed visibly upset. yeah, maybe sera was going to tell her and was about to do so, but the meeting is in two days. usually, sera would speak to her about the meetings at least a week before they were held. and when she found out that the meeting is on the day after tomorrow, she had her doubts that sera would tell her. maybe it was childish, but to emily, she thought that she at least had to be informed, she wanted to help her sister, in the preparation and such. but with how sera didn't tell her, nor did anyone, she figured that they may have not wanted her to attend and join, nonetheless know, about the meeting.

"she knows how much i want to know about hell, so why didn't she tell me? am i not allowed to join the meeting?"

you knew why sera didn't want her to know about it. yet you knew that you aren't the one in the place to tell emily any of those reasons. you knew the answer to both of the young seraphim's questions, but you made no move to answer them. that was not for you to tell. you didn't want her relationship with sera to be waned by whatever may happen during that meeting, and you understood why the older seraphim made an effort to ensure that emily doesn't know about it.

you didn't want to give emily any false hope, but you wanted to do what you could to make her feel better. so instead of giving her a sure answer, your eyes fell back on the file in your hand before you spoke.

"i will speak to her about it."

your reply didn't gurantee her anything, but as soon as she heard those words from you, she immediately smiled and brightened up. you and sera are very good friends, yes, but sera held onto her duties and responsibilities with an iron grip. and if one of those involved emily's safety, you knew convincing her wasn't going to be an easy task.

if it were anyone else, emily was sure that sera would just dismiss them, claiming that she was doing the right thing, but if it were you, then there's a silver of hope. she's beyond grateful that she had a friend like you, someone she could open to about all this. though, this all felt foreign to her. the feeling of not being included.

chants that vary from 'thank you's and 'you're the best's echoed in the room, emily was practically bouncing in her seat from the excitement. you were satisfied that you were able to bring up her mood, even just a little bit. the conversation continued, mostly from emily. she told you all about the events yesterday, rambling about random things. you would nod to her statements, eyes still focused on the tasks that need to be done. as soon as she started talking a little slower and quieter, you lifted your eyes to see a half-awake seraphim, blinking in and out of sleep. your initial thought was to offer her a drink of your coffee to stay awake, though as a doctor, you knew very well not to do so, that would be ridiculous with your title and knowledge in health.

you advised her to rest, letting her know that you would inform sera of her whereabouts soon. emily couldn't really make out what you were saying anymore, so she just nodded her head along with each word that escaped you. oh, how the tables have turned. you shook your head with a small smile before you stood up from your seat, making your way around the table. gently, you scooped the young seraphim up into your arms in bridal style, adjusting your hold on her to make sure she wasn't uncomfortable, and after the softest of snores left her, you knew.

as you reached one of the couches in your office, you gently laid her limp, sleeping form. you didn't really have any blankets here, as you never really sleep here (and you never expected anyone else to). so you just took off the dark blazer you had on, leaving you in your white dress shirt. your clothes were no doubt expensive, the sublte but intricately made accents in your favorite color.

you turn away momentarily to glance at your watch, it was almost five in the morning. as hectic as your schedule is, you have more work in half an hour, so you had to get ready to go back in the lab. you wrote a small goodmorning note to emily after grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, leaving the neatly folded note on the coffee table in front of the couch, you may or may not have also put a few candies as well. after hearing a satisfying pop from your stretched limbs, you braced yourself for another day of war. war against tiredness and work. but now you also had to add the little promise you had made to emily, you'll have to converse with sera soon.

a knock came from the door, one of the nurses on shift informing you that adam requested to meet with you at 8 am today. you pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling the in coming headache. when will you ever catch a break?

[madhatterbri]

Unbothered | F.B.

Summary: Can I please request a Finn Balor x ring announcer/reader fic?, where Finn loves showing off in the ring because he knows the reader is watching him, but she acts like she's unbothered 😉.

Author's Note: I took it one step further. I hope that's okay. ❤️

Requested by anon.

Finn Balor Masterlist

Unbothered Part 2

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

"It sure looks like Finn is showing off tonight for the main event," Michael Cole mentioned with a smile. He stared at his paper while trying to hide a smile. Pat McAfee laughed next to him and looked at Y/N. She glared at both men. The two were having fun at her expense lately.

"Well, he does have quite the woman to impress. Miss Y/N is our wonderful ring announcer and has certainly caught the eye of Finn. He is quite the catch to you know? Zero percent body fat," Pat commented and winked at his ring announcer. He fingers formed a 0 to elaborate on his previous comment. Y/N rolled her eyes and focused on the match.

The Irish man wasn't shy about showing off to her. His moves were bigger and flashier than they needed to be. His light eyes would lock on to her to make sure she was watching. When he completed his move, Finn would look for a reaction. Sometimes, she would roll her eyes. Other times, she would clap sarcastically. She was rewarded with a smile on his face.

Tonight didn't go exactly as planned. Finn stood on the top rope to perform a Coup de Grace. He turned to look at her like he normally did. When he saw she was watching, he jumped to perform his finishing move. His opponent didn't calculate the landing.

Finn landed on the man awkwardly. His ankle twisted. Y/N knew something was wrong the moment Finn didn't look at her. He automatically pinned the guy. The commentary table commented on the injury he might have sustained for those watching at home. They went off the air, and medic came out to help him get to the back.

The announcers and Y/N took a couple of pictures with fans. She couldn't hide the worry on her face. Maybe he was really injured. If only he would stop being a show off.

"You, uh, looking a little concerned, kid. Why don't you check on him?" Pat asked and motioned towards the ramp with his head.

"I guess," she answered. Truthfully, that was the only thing she had thought about. After a few more pictures, she apologized and started to take off from Michael and Pat.

"You think they gonna name their first kid after me someday?" He asked Michael. The two men laughed and continued to interact with the audience.

Y/N made it to the medical room and knocked on the door. Nervously, she crossed her arms over her body. The locker room would have a field day with her being there to see them. All the teasing, especially from Judgment Day, would never cease.

"Come in," Finn's Irish accent called through the door. She grabbed the handle and pushed the door open.

Finn couldn't hide his shock when he saw Y/N. He was expecting someone from his faction. The injured wrestler slowly sat up. His pant leg was hiked up. A bag of ice placed high on his ankle. His shoe was left next to the medical bed.

"Impressive. Showed off so much you ended up in medical," Y/N complimented and walked next to the bed.

"Worth it, though. I know my Coup de Grace is your favorite move. I see the way your eyes shine when I perform it," he smirked. Y/N couldn't stop the brief chuckle. God, this man is so full of himself, she thought.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Pretty lucky. Any minute longer, and doc thought I would have lost my foot," he answered.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "All right. Well, I hope you feel better. If you need anything, anything at all. Don't be afraid to ask someone else,"

Finn laughed. "How about your number? You like my moves in the ring, you should see how I am out of it,"

Y/N thought about it momentarily. "Okay, six,"

"Wait, seriously? Hold on," he pleaded and reached for his phone in his pocket. His fingers worked quickly on the touch screen. "Okay, ready,"

"Six," she repeated yet didn't say anymore numbers. They stared at each into realization dawned on him.

"Come on, I got injured trying to impress you. That should get me all ten numbers," he complained. Finn placed his phone on his lap.

"I couldn't be bothered by giving you the rest. Besides, you don't know if that's even the first number," she winked and walked out of medical.

[skipper19]

I've dug two graves for us, my dear..

Dabis scowl was reflected off the street lamp, and his blue eyes reflected his anger. His arm raised, palm extended towards the man he had cornered in the alleyway. In these certain situations, Dabi was used to your voice in the back of his head. You were the pacifist type, even if you were a villain.

Being a part of the League meant you saw violence and gore every day, especially since you were their medic. You didn't want to cause harm, but you also knew you weren't on the heroes side. So you settled with helping the villains behind the scenes. Hence, how you met Dabi.

..Can't pretend that I was perfect, leaving you in fear.

You and Dabi were polar opposites (at least personality wise), and others often teased you both for it. Dabi didn't care. He never has cared for others' opinions, other than yours. You were attached to his hip, following him around like a lost dog most times. It irritated him at first, until it didn't. He would look for you in a crowd, set his hand on your lower back as you walked next to him, and check in with you during the day. It became routine.

And one night, you both grew even closer. You whispered dreams and shared secrets that night, forming a bond even tighter than before.

And you always bugged him about the same things. He was too mean, too cruel, he killed too much, he needed to be nicer to rookies. The same things every day, and Dabi began to listen eventually. It was difficult for him, but he knew you had the best intentions at heart. He especially acted right when you both went out together.

Oh man, what world, the things I hear..

It was often that you took walks at night. You had trouble sleeping without Dabi by your side, and Dabi often had nightmares that kept him awake. So it wasn't uncommon for you both to take walks through the city as the moon shined in the sky. Some days you would talk about anything and everything, and others you would walk in silence.

Obviously, seeing as it was late at night during these times, you both would see some horrible things. A mugger stabbing an old woman for her purse, dogs feasting on the remains of some unidentifiable animal, lost kids digging through dumpsters for some food. You began to carry food and cash with you during these walks in case you did run into the unfortunate souls living off the street life. You were never scared. You knew you were safe by Dabis side. Most citizens knew Dabis face. He was a well renowned villain, after all. So the more dangerous people at night avoided looking in your direction.

Until one night.. it all just had to go wrong.

..If I could act on my revenge, no, would I?

It wasn't supposed to end this way. If Dabi hadn't listened to your dumb pacifist self, then none of this would have happened. He knew the streets. He knew the dangers of money hungry people. He knew scum like this guy. He should have scorched him alive the moment the bastard laid his hands on you.

But no.. you wanted Dabi to spare him.

"No! Dabi, you promised you wouldn't kill anymore! You promised.." Your words were muffled behind your hand, blood oozing from your nose. The bastard Dabi was glaring at kept his gun aimed at Dabis head, while Dabi kept his own flames ready to ignite. Dabis rage was palatable, but he gritted his teeth and shook his head. Grunting as he lowered his arm.

Some kill, some steal, some break your heart..

The last thing Dabi expected was for a bullet to whizz past his cheek, the bang momentarily deafening him. Dabi could feel the blood dribble down his cheek to his chin, and his finger came up to swipe the blood from his skin. But he didn't have time to process this turn of events as he heard a prominent thump behind him.

Dabis head whipped back, only to find you lying on your back, the water from the cement ground soaking your his jacket. Dabi felt as though time stopped. He didn't pay no mind to the burglar as he booked it out of the alleyway. Your name tumbled out of Dabis's lips as he took a step forward.

"Sweetheart?" His voice was weak, muffled by the ringing in his ears. Your name, again, exited his mouth as he dropped to his knees next to your body. He desperately wiped the blood away from your face as he cradled your head in his hands. The look on your face was soft as you blankly stared up at the stars.

..and you thought that I would let it go and let you walk?

Dabis own tears dripped on your pale face as he shook your head, gently at first, only to harshly grab your shoulders and shake you again. "No..not you, anyone but you. You're not allowed to leave me, you're not allowed to fucking leave me like this!" He shouted at you. Anger lacing each word. His nails dug into your shoulders as he lifted you up and pressed you into his chest. "Wake up already, you pacifist little shit!" No response, but he wouldn't accept it. How could he?

"Just fucking say something! Tell me I'm being mean, tell me to calm down, call me your Touya and say it's alright, goddammit!" His voice echoed throughout the alleyway, lights cutting on behind the curtains in the apartments above. He paid no mind. His gaze stared at the bullet wound in your forhead.

Broken hearts break bones, so break up fast..

He wheezed and coughed for air as he choked on his own sobs. It felt as though his heart physically hurt. His stomach churned. Was he going to puke? His warm skin contrasted greatly to your cold self. He could warm you up. You always loved to cuddle into him. Despite his complaints, you would lay yourself in his lap and take up all of his personal space. "I won't complain.. I won't shove you off anymore. If you just..wake up." How could he have ever even mustered an argument with you about these habits? He craved every bit of you.

He attempted to ignore the sirens quickly approaching his location. Fuck these nosy citizens and their stupid fucking morals. He didn't want to leave you. He felt as though he would pass out. "I shouldn't have listened to you, you idiot." He mumbled into your hair, drawing in a sharp breath as even more tears escaped his eyes.

He slightly pulled away and brushed the hair away from your bloody forhead. His lip trembled as he broke even more at the sight of you. He leaned down and placed his trembling lips against your own, remaining their until his own sobs broke the desperate act of affection. "I love you.. I love you damnit. Come back to me sweetheart, love me again. Please.."

And I don't wanna let it go, so in the grave, I rot.

Police quickly entered the alleyway, their guns raised and ready to fire. All they found was a young girl, maybe 25, lying in a puddle left from the rain earlier in the day. Blood pooled under her head as a bullet wound painted her forehead red. Her eyes were closed, and her jacket was zipped shut around her.

It was reported on the news the next day that the infamous medic for the league of villain was shot and left to die all by herself.

I've dug two graves for us, my dear..

Dabis scowl was reflected off the street lamp, and his blue eyes reflected his anger. His arm raised, palm extended towards the man he had cornered in the alleyway. In these certain situations, Dabi was used to your voice in the back of his head. You were the pacifist type, after all. But you were his angel.

He didn't care about the heroes yelling at him to surrender, his focus was set on this motherfucker before him. The one who took you away from him.

..can't pretend that I was perfect, leaving you in fear.

Dabi didn't allow himself to cry, not after the weeks of tears he's already shed. No one bothered to comfort him in this time, not even Shigaraki. Toga attempted.. but she was only met with silence as she stood outside yalls his bedroom door. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't sleep, hell he had to force himself to use the bathroom.. but he never even tried to wash himself. What was the point anymore? Who would he shower with? Who would apply the ointment to his burns before bed? Who would cradle him against their chest as he listened to them talk about their day?

There was no point in anything, not anymore. Dabi made sure to find the asshole responsible for your death. That's all that mattered to him now.

Even if it did put him in a position like this, cops and heroes waiting for him to exit the alleyway. He was cornered, but he didn't give a shit. The man's trembling did little to satiate Dabis' thirst for blood.

Oh man, what world, the things I hear.. if I could act on my revenge, no, would I?

Neither did the man's screams as his skin melted off of his bones. Dabi let his footsteps echo off walls as he lazily walked out of the alleyway. Despite the yells around him, the drop of the man's body to the floor, sirens wailing and firetrucks blaring, Dabi was still stuck in that day. The way your cold body felt in his arms, the sound of the gunshot, or the way it sounded when the bullet pierced your skin.

Dabi stepped out of the alleyway, and his bloodshot eyes dragged over the walls of men and women, ready to take him down. Heroes that he recognized and cops he's seen sometimes. Some citizens stand nearby as well, looking on in fear and horror as Dabi extended his arms out to his sides. Arms raised to present himself to all.

Some kill, some steal, some break your heart, and you thought that I would let it go and let you walk?

Dabi smiled at the crowds of people, stepping in a slow 360° before facing them again. "Put your arms down and surrender calmly!" Do these people know how idiotic they sounded? Dabi chuckled as a memory flooded his mind. The first person you ever killed was a cop. You were protecting Dabi, but it broke you.

"What would you say if you saw me now?" He mumbled under his breath. "We will shoot!" Dabi only lowered his head and took a slow step forward, cocking of guns filled his ears and he smirked.

Broken hearts break bones, so break up fast..

Headlines on newspapers and whispers around the city spread like wild fire. Hundreds of people, cops and heroes alike, burned alive before they could let their bullets rain on Dabi. Buildings and wildlife nearby turned to ruin as blue flames engulfed them. It took firefighters all night to relinquish the flames and clear the debris. They still haven't collected all the remains from the scene.

A week later, and one thing was for sure, Dabis body wasn't amongst the hundreds. Only ashes remain.

The League sat around as they silently mourned the loss of their companion. In the past two months, they've lost two of their most loved members. Shigaraki didn't join them all in this time. He sat in his office, staring down at the picture on his desk. He ignored the tears in his eyes as he picked up his stamp and pressed it against the photo. The red letters "deceased" partially marked through your forhead and Dabis face.

..and I don't want to let it go, so in the grave, I rot.

[elliethejellie]

And Here You Were~

A Sun and Moon x Reader (oneshot? series? drabble? I don't know yet)

AO3 Link

What would happen if the cheery and innocent daycare attendant at the Megaplex grew attached to one person in particular? Would it become overly protective? Neglectful of the daycare duties? Is the animatronic capable of jealousy? Love? Hate?

Well, you should know. You are the one they've got their eyes on, after all...

*****

We remember the first day you showed up. It was a Tuesday, and you were terrified. Your little denim overalls and rainbow-striped shirt were a sight we never tired of seeing - it made you fit in perfectly with the colorful theme of the daycare.

"She's got some anxiety, and she is not to be excluded from naptime for any reason. She gets cranky without her naps and will just cry and cry and nobody can calm her down and-"

"Yes, yes, okay, ma'am. Trust us, we're all more than qualified to handle your little superstar while you're away. Isn't that right Sun?" the human daycare attendant pined, trying to calm your anxious mother. She looked a mess with her hastily thrown on baggy clothes and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was up in a lazy bun, tangled as all hell, and her lips were dry and cracked. She was going through something. We pieced together through little snippets of conversation from you later on that your parents were going through a divorce, and she was fighting for custody while still trying to keep up with her demanding job. She was a strong and independent woman, so having to bring you to childcare made her feel like a failure. But she wasn't.

"Yes, of course!" Sun replied cheerily. He bounded towards your mother with excited energy - enough that it  absolutely terrified you and sent you into a screaming flurry of tears. Sun's rays shrank back into his head slightly and he apologized immediately. The human daycare attendant rolled their eyes and grabbed you anyways, while your mother reached into her bag and pulled out a few different prescriptions. Sun mentally logged everything you were supposed to take - anxiety medication with your lunch if you were still not interacting, nausea medicine if you complained of a stomachache after eating, and doctor-ordered melatonin to help put you down for naptime if you weren't sleeping. 

Great, another helicopter mother, Moon said inside of Sun's head. They had done that for as long as they could remember. It was how the two communicated with each other when one of them had control and the other was stuck watching on from inside. But Sun ignored his brother this time, not wanting to miss a single thing your mom was saying. 

The human attendant nodded nonetheless at your mom, taking the labeled freezer bag with the orange bottles and placing it behind the front desk to be logged momentarily. "I promise, ma'am, we will look after your little superstar well, and she'll fit in just fine. Isn't that right, Y/N?" they asked you, who was finally calming down from your screaming fit. Now you were staring at Sun with wide eyes, fearful but curious. 

Over the next few months, you had grown to adore the daycare. Once you opened up, you got along well with all the other kids. Your personality began to shine through, and you seemed like the perfect child. You were a great problem solver, friends with everyone, and creative when it came to literally everything. The other children in the daycare always wanted to play with you, and you always made time for all of them. If there was an issue between your friends, you would help resolve it before Sun even had the chance to make it over to you. You never broke the rules, used your manners, and somehow encouraged every other kid to follow in your leadership.

But our favorite part about you was how you never seemed to treat the two of us as one in the same. We still remember the day you dragged most of the kids to the craft corner and encouraged everyone to draw cards for Moon. When asked why by your curious classmates, you would respond with "Because he never gets as many gifts as Sun, and I think that probably makes him sad."

You grew up with the daycare, and a year turned into two and then three. 

But one day - a Monday, we believe - your mother came to drop you off, and abruptly told the human on shift that it would be your last day. She looked disheveled and even more tired than usual. Her eyes were red - she had been crying. You weren't your usual self that day, either. You were whiny and reserved, hiding away in the quiet corner. You refused to play with anyone, making excuses each time one of the other children tried to get you involved. You even refused to eat, and wouldn't sleep at naptime.

It was during that last naptime that Moon had taken you away from the other kids to try to understand what was happening. Sitting in one of the castle towers next to the ball pit, he finally asked you the burning question on our mind.

"Starlight, what ever is the matter? Sun tells me you haven't eaten or played at all today," he said with a softness he seemed to reserve only for you. You were clinging to one of the half-moon pillows with so much force for your little body, it made Moon worried immediately. You only shook your head as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

We never did find out why you weren't returning. 

The daycare wasn't the same after you had left. The children fought, naptime was difficult, and Moon seemed to fade from the little superstars' minds as if he was never important. But we pushed through nonetheless. We never forgot about you. We kept your drawings up on our wall in our room and would look at them any time we were feeling down. The sadness faded from a relentless pain to a dull ache after a year. And soon, we didn't really think about you much. Other kids came and went, and we just moved on.

Or so we thought we had. 

We were informed that some things were changing about the daycare, about Moon, and about the Megaplex in general. We were forced to go to Parts and Service daily for about a month, having new programs put into our coding. After the month (and many refusals to answer our questions), we were told Moon was to patrol the Megaplex at night. We were asked several test questions by Vanessa, the new head of security, to make sure the programs were working properly.

"Okay, and what do you do if there's a code blue?" she asked.

"Seek out any head personnel and get them to safety before dealing with the intruder or intruders," Moon responded, crossing his arms. "Now can you please tell me why we're doing this?" he asked for the hundredth time. And once again, Vanessa ignored him, writing something on her clipboard. 

"Okay, that's it, now follow me," she said, setting the clipboard down and leading Moon out of the P&S room. He did as he was told, not because he wanted to, but because that was part of the new programming. Unless going against direct protocol, the brothers were no longer allowed to do as they pleased. If given a direct order from security personnel, they were forced to follow it. 

Where do you think she's taking us? Sun asked his brother, unbeknownst to the blonde. Moon shrugged, blinking his new eyes rather rapidly as he struggled to get used to the several new overlays he now had. He could see where each of the glamrock animatronics were, Vanessa's (or anybody's) level of clearance, and even call his wire out in the rest of the megaplex now.

Vanessa led them up to the atrium and around a corner to another woman sitting nervously in one of the cushioned seats for families to take breaks on. She also wore a security guard outfit, but she didn't have the same clearance as Vanessa. In fact, she seemed to have very little clearance, Moon could see, due to the new overlay. Sun gasped loudly inside their shared mind, making Moon flinch. What?! the blue animatronic hissed back.

Sun didn't reply, and Moon made an irritated noise. Vanessa was talking to the other security guard, when she finally turned to him and smiled. "Apparently you two have met before," she said, gesturing towards you, who stood up but kept your eyes to the floor. Something tugged at the back of Moon's mind as Sun tried to bring up a memory file. But he didn't need to. You looked up and locked eyes with them, nervousness written all over your face.

For years the brothers daydreamed of seeing you again. For years they sat in their room and wondered what happened to you. For years they waited patiently, hoping that by some miracle, you would be brought back to them again.

And here you were.

[headstrongblake]

i thought you might be up here / grant & o / @thewholecrew

every single one of their friends in their group hovers in their own way, especially her big brother and grant. kassy's there any moment she can spare from school while rev and hunter have taken over all medical & physical therapy needs. everyone hovers in a way that's meant to be helpful since the shooting, but instead of feeling grateful to them, instead of being grateful that she's alive, there's a heavy dose of self hatred looming inside of her as the drug induced fog she's survived with all summer has begun to lift. instead of feeling grateful to all those who love her, she mostly feels guilty. & undeserving.

when she follows her brothers to work at the nightclub, checking on their progress, she quickly leaves them all to their chatter. bypassing the polite hi's and how are yous as she climbs the stairs to the second level before following a similar path up to the roof. it's quiet and loud all at the same time up on the roof, but currently, it's her favourite spot to disappear. however, instead of sitting along the edge with her feet dangling off the building this time, octavia carefully hoisted herself up onto the ledge, standing with the city life moving around below her.

a while passed as stars fought against the city lights to shine, and sirens went off in the distance before the heavy door to the roof creaked open. her walk along the edge halted at the sound, her eyes closing momentarily as she awaited her intruder's voice before a troubled sigh came forth. "i thought you might be up here."

with her hair blowing in the evening wind, the shake of her head was barely visible. of all the times when octavia had wanted nothing more than for grant to decide to stay with her, of course, he'd choose now to follow through. at least for now. he really should have taken the out when she was lying in the hospital, she thought, grumbling to herself as grant's footsteps came closer to the ledge. eventually, he would anyway. "you can tell them all down there that i'm fine, and while you're at it, tell yourself, cause i am, i'm fine." she insisted, her tone turning sour.

"why don't you come down?" emerald hues rolled, head turning over her shoulder to glance at grant. "no, you want to talk to me? come up here." octavia challenged with a scowl.

[clementpanallus]

P(harm)acy||Parker&Clem

Timing: Last Week

Location: Wicked's Rest Pharmacy

Parties: Parker, Clem, and Solbjort the cat; @wonder-in-wings

Summary: Parker runs into Clem at the pharmacy. The pair talk about their previous encounter. Parker reveals just a little bit about himself, and Clem doesn't take it so well.

Triggers: None

Clem stood in line at the small pharmacy. He waited patiently for the people in front of him to be done. He’d asked his doctor to transfer his anxiety medication to the one in Wicked’s Rest before he left. He still needed to find a doctor who’d prescribe him the same medication here in town, but that was something that sounded both risky and boring. His doctor back in Wisconsin hadn’t asked too many questions or prodded too much about him, so Clem felt safe enough asking to be prescribed something. After all, not being able to lie and not being human were both things a doctor might catch onto eventually. He needed to find someone who didn’t ask too many questions here. Luckily, he had enough refills to get him through the year. 

Draped over his shoulders was Solbjort, her fluffy calico fur shining in the fluorescent light. She had on a leash, as well as a little vest which marked her as a service animal. She was being quiet for now, which was very nice. Clem knew that, as much as he loved her, it could be annoying to have a meowing cat in a confined space like this. But she’d nearly fallen asleep, and was purring as softly as she could. 

Someone stepped into line behind him. Clem didn’t think anything of it until Sol woke up and tensed. Her fur bristled. She scrambled into a standing position, staring down whoever was behind him. _ He hated pharmacies. Parker wouldn’t have even needed to be in one had he not gotten careless with the fight at the lake. About a week had passed now and though he had grown up with the tried-and-true method of ‘rub some dirt on it and it’ll fix itself’, that didn’t seem to be the case now; he had given someone else advice about home remedies for helping with a broken bone and yet his own home remedies hadn’t worked. …It also didn’t help that he wasn’t the type to rest and Parker always knew the risk with being active while recovering and every once in a while, something sparked in his head and he wondered if that was why he was hearing deficient. Probably not. Regardless, after taking several minutes of staring irritably up at the sign as though glaring at it hard enough would will it to change into something preferable, he steeled himself and skulked inside, wanting to be as outwardly confident as he could be in his stride but his stomach had other plans and it hurt to move. Just go in, get the antibiotics, get out. Parker didn’t hear his internal thoughts in his own voice, preferring that of his mother’s soothing yet firm tone; it was similar to water how it could go from gentle to raging in a few short words but it was there nonetheless. …He was creating diversion tactics in his brain to resolve the tension in his aching body more quickly and he was momentarily lost in thought as he approached the line autonomously. When he came back to his surroundings, the first indicator that something was around that he should’ve been more aware of was his blood rippling under his skin again, which was normally welcome but considering the multiple puncture wounds and gashes, just created an unpleasant sensation that caused his brow to furrow. It didn’t take Parker long to find the source either as he looked in front of him first, obviously, and his eyes fell upon the strangely familiar visage of a man with a… cat on his back. “Do you take your cats everywhere?” Parker asked the man in front of him, taking a guess that this was the same fae he’d met in the woods a couple of weeks ago, the one who temporarily blinded him with an image of wings in the negative space.

-

Clem turned around. Breathed out a sigh of annoyance that the same warden was here. He wasn’t afraid, not with the safety of the crowd and daylight. He was, however, very grumpy all the time that he was out of his air conditioned house. This warden was going to have a very unpleasant time if he tried to hassle Clem. “Yeah, I do. They like the fresh air.” 

 He stared at the warden. He was standing a bit unsteadily, hunched around his middle, a red flush on his face. He looked like he was in pain. Clem should’ve felt good that the other was suffering, but he didn’t. He was just vaguely concerned. “You look like shit.”

-

Normally the Warden would’ve been standing at his tallest, his hands crossed over his chest and with a slight tug to his mouth as though he were about to start sneering dismissively at someone but he couldn’t be bothered as the fae rightly called out that he looked bad. Parker felt bad too, though he tried his hardest not to make it too obvious though he supposed it didn’t take a genius to assume why he was standing in line that day looking the way he did. Hospitals were a waste of money. So instead of replying immediately, he kept his blue eyes on the cat, its fur pattern, the vest it wore. Parker was learning little by little and he was able to gather that the cat getting fresh air wasn’t the important part, it was that this hesperide needed it. He logged the information away as something he could possibly use to his advantage later. His thoughts then drifted to why the man was here as well. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need to be.” The Warden replied bluntly. He glanced around slowly, exhaling through his mouth quietly as another thump of pain pulsed through his fevered abdomen. Parker couldn’t ask some of the questions that he would’ve had they been in a more private location and with the thought of confrontation successfully pushed out of his head, while he didn’t relax as he felt his blood unpleasantly rippling beneath his skin, he forced himself to inhale and acknowledge that the line was moving just a little too slow for his own good and he couldn’t just leave. “...Did you find good places to photograph?” He asked as they took a small step forward in the line.

_

A cold shiver of dread went up Clem’s shoulders at the mention of the other night. Clem had been content to just not mention the whole affair. But it seemed like the other was trying to scare him on purpose, or play some kind of mind game. Clem was not so easily swayed, however. He shrugged. “No, I didn’t. I don’t think I’ll be going to that part of the woods again.” 

He stroked Sol’s fur, petting the fluffy mess into something close to neatness. Tried to think of something to get the conversation off himself. The warden looked deeply uncomfortable, and Clem fought the urge to offer Sol to him to pet. “So, what happened to bring you here? Did you find someone to fight back?” -

The hesperide petting his cat and Parker seeing the follicles of hair that fell from the animal as he attempted to groom it into submission was an unpleasant reminder about why he didn’t like cats. However, the conversation wasn’t about them though now that he thought about it, who this man was had been narrowed down - assuming they’d met online. He looked too old to be a college kid but the number of people who owned and were fond of cats in town was understandably large, even if Parker himself didn’t see the appreciation in them. “That’s good.” Parker said quietly with a hint of a grunt tingeing his tone. “There are dangerous things in those woods.” He left that comment at that, managing to straighten himself out for a moment before inhaling sharply at first then deepening it until it sounded controlled. “Like this.” He didn’t want to lift his shirt, expose his injuries and weakness to anyone in that place, especially the stranger before him but the fae could see the bandages over his shoulder, peeking out from his henley shirt. “...I suppose you could say that.” He followed up after allowing that small pause. “Infection.” Parker narrowed his blue eyes at the stranger this time. “Why are you here?” He asked himself - surely there was no reason for a fae to visit a human apothecary-adjacent location, right? …Pharmacy, that’s what it was called. _

Sol gradually calmed down from the stroking, although she was keeping a close eye on the warden. Clem stepped forward as the line moved again. 

He didn’t dignify the comment about dangerous things with an answer. After all, he was a dangerous thing all on his own, even without the protection of his cats. He knew full well that he could kill this warden if it came down to it. He didn’t need to take his name, or order him to bury himself alive like he’d done to those teenagers back in Wisconsin. The warden thought he was creepy with his veiled comments and that look on his sharp face, but Clem was beyond him. Even when the warden healed, Clem could take him out in a fight easily. But instead of saying all that, he just bit his tongue, rolled his eyes, and let the comment pass without comment. Humans could truly be shortsighted sometimes without even knowing it. 

Sol, as if sensing his restlessness, Sol purred and rubbed her face into the back of his neck. He let out a long sigh, feeling himself calm down. 

“I’m just getting medication refilled.” He answered. When he asked his next question, his voice was just the slightest bit mocking. “Infection, huh? How’d you get hurt enough to get infected?” 

- Something Parker said made the hesperide roll his eyes. To which part though, he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, the action instinctively made him straighten up despite wanting to curl further into himself - the nymph had bravado now as he stood in line to refill some apparent medication with an emotional support cat on his shoulders but that’s not what the Warden saw that night in the woods. He wasn’t about to let this night light of a nymph exert what little superiority he thought he had. Pulling his torso taut didn’t come without a drawback though and another sharp inhale through his teeth this time slipped out. This was terribly inconvenient. And strange. In all his years of being a Hunter, Parker never once considered the chemical makeup and neurology of fae to be similar enough to humans that would warrant them needing medication for something. And he had half a mind to ignore the derogatory question that came from the fae; what business was it of his. Parker didn’t even want to be there. However, after a pause accompanied with an exhale and absent sniff of dismissal to fill the silence, he himself rolled his eyes. “I fell.” It was an obvious lie and not even one Parker was trying to make it sound like anything but. He finally blinked and looked away from the hesperide as his brow furrowed. “...She didn’t like my offer.” _ Clem snorted at the pitiful lie which the warden had told. He had half a mind to just turn his back and be done with this conversation with this potential serial killer. There was nothing to be gained by talking to him. It’d just draw his attention closer to Clem the longer they spoke. But Clem wasn’t terribly afraid of him. In fact, he found him rather sad. He couldn’t even succeed in killing Clem or this mysterious ‘she.’ 

“Right. Sometimes we can be tricky like that.” Clem wanted to leave it at that, but he was curious. “What did you offer her?”

-

Parker had spent enough time around both people and fae alike by now to know when he was being insulted and while he’d never been the type to take petty derision at face value, oftentimes attributing it to insecurity, a lack of self-worth or both on the part of the person who was insulting him. However, today he was in pain and trapped behind one of the fae that had gotten away, burning his brain with the image of wings that he needed to see again in a line for something he didn’t want in a place that he rejected like an animal being force-fed something it hated. “...A clean, painless operation.” Parker replied quietly, looking away from Clem as his mind recalled the tail, the flowing shape, the ridge along the bone, how she recoiled and made him carelessly slice into her skin. His expression softened under the sweat that clung to his brow. “She was beautiful. Still is.” His eyes lost focus for a moment, wandering away from where they were and his body autonomously took a step for him as they inched forward in the line. He didn’t know how many people there were in front of them but whatever part of him hadn’t drifted away in the memory of the nix’ tail was trying to focus on keeping him from acting irrationally in public. He blinked and his blue eyes snapped back to the hesperide. “I’ll make that offer to you, too.” He said before craning his neck and leaning in slightly. “You’ve shown me what you have.” His voice barely above a whisper, Parker now stared at the fae. “And I want them. I need them.”

—

That word- operation- made Clem eat his words. He hadn’t truly understood this man before him. He doubted now that he ever would. But something became clearer to him as the meaning hit him like a freight train. This warden was not like others he’d encountered in his long life. This warden was some sick kind of collector. He wanted something from the fae he was sworn to eradicate. Clem’s heart kicked in his chest, fingertips going numb with dread. 

The man seemed to drift away. Clem wondered if he should run for it again. But this was, perhaps, the only safe place to be. Here in the crowds of humans and video cameras, all the other could do was talk. 

Then, he came back, and came back somehow different. There was no mistaking the intensity of those blue eyes. The look of pure and unfiltered obsession. Directed at Clem. Clem and his… what? His wings? His skin? The notion made his blood run cold. 

“My what?” He ground out. 

Sol hissed low in her throat. She knew a threat when she heard one. She could probably sense that his heart rate was spiking again. His good, smart girl was having none of this man’s bullshit. He could feel her tail lashing and her claws digging into his skin. 

-

And just like that, without Parker even necessarily meaning to, the power dynamic had swayed back into his favor and suddenly the pounding fever in his abdomen mixed with the roiling blood under his epidermis, itself acting as defensive as the cat that perched on the nymph’s previously-confident shoulders that now hissed at him, made him feel powerful. The skin would scar, the bubbling in his veins would return as a defense mechanism but he was still alive and able to continue his process. He exhaled through his nose and this time, he intentionally let that uncomfortable silence sit between them. He still didn’t understand it, how somehow being a straight-up killer was preferable to simply taking vestigial limbs or otherwise ‘useless’ things and adding them to his collection. To them, it was grotesque but Parker didn’t agree; murderers were much more dangerous than what he was doing. Nevertheless, what he said managed to get the nymph to at least react in a less superior way, as indicated by the aforementioned cat whose tail flicked irritably like a broken windshield wiper as it no doubt served as an indicator of sorts for the hesperide. …Should he answer the question? Or was there a power in holding that knowledge hostage from the fae, with their mind games and manipulation in words? Parker eventually opted for the latter. “That’s a good question.” He replied simply, going back to his normal flat affect. “I guess we’ll find out next time we meet.” His eyes narrowed at the nymph.

-

Clem had no answer for the man. He was back to his flat, unassuming, smug, punchable face. 

From somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted that his name was being called. His medication was ready. The pharmacist was ready for him. Loathing to do so, he turned his back once more to Parker, though it took every ounce of his willpower. He signed the receipt shakily. Grabbed his medication and walked out fast. 

He wasted no time in climbing into his aged truck and pulling out, needing to be out of sight of that damned place before the warden came out. Sol meowed at him, climbing carefully onto his lap as he drove, kneading on his thigh. He breathed in a heavy sigh and reached out to stroke her, not moving his eyes from the traffic. 

“Fucking warden,” he told her. “I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do about that guy.”

She curled up next to him, purring loudly, trying to bring him some comfort. Fuck tourism and trying to relax. Clem would gladly spend the next few centuries holed up in his home hidden from everyone except his girls. 

[sliceofsky]

〔 amber riley, 36, cis woman, she/her ) cleo sheehan was seen listening to “ together again ” by janet jackson. cleo is a social worker and known to be vivacious & flaky ( harper )

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌����

full name ~ cleo rose sheehan birthday ~ NOVEMBER / 25 / 1986 job status ~ employed as a social worker relationship status ~ (currently) single orientation ~ questioning

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚘 (tws : death, depression)

cleo rose sheehan was born in huntsville, with both of her parents in the picture. her dad worked as a car mechanic, while her mom stayed home to take care of her. she was welcomed into the larger sheehan fold, where she was surrounded by a close, large family. 

she was five years old when she met daisy schumacher, who quickly became her bff. as kindergarteners, few adults had faith that the two girls would actually stay best friends for the rest of their lives, but they insisted that was the case. it might’ve been defiant stubbornness, or divine luck, but those two five year olds were right. they carved out their own little social niche, and even developed a secret language (which was quickly forgotten, since regular english was easier).

cleo’s next best friend was introduced to her when she was 11, and her mom gave birth to her younger sister. cleo took to the older sister role quickly, and soon she was volunteering for any extra time she got. this came as a relief to her mom, who’s second pregnancy was much more difficult for her. even if cleo wasn’t at an age to really understand postpartum depression and the medical aftermath of an emergency c-section, she knew that she needed/wanted to help. 

school was, in comparison to her home life, a place of lightened responsibility. many subjects came naturally to her, but the ones that didn’t usually had at least one nerdy guy in the classroom who’d let her copy off his homework. she learned pretty young that being nice to a gawky dude made her life easier, until very suddenly, it didn’t.

both cleo and daisy feel a certain amount of shame over the fact that their first falling out was over a guy. they were 14, just starting high school, and daisy was obsessed with a guy known in their school for having facial hair and a love for golf. cleo wasn't head over heels for him, but he once wrote an entire essay for her: he had caught her crying and stressing out over how she couldn’t finish an essay on macbeth in time, since she was taking care of her little sister the night before. he was the knight in shining armor who wrote it, and asked her on a date. she said yes, and it sparked a fight that (momentarily) ended her 9 year friendship with daisy. 

they refused to talk for six months, and cleo found a new little friend group. it was hard for her to battle the feeling that she didn’t quite belong there. she got along with them well enough, but she couldn’t quite feel like she was part of the group. after six months, when she and daisy reconciled over some schumacher-standard brownies, cleo felt that she knew exactly where she was supposed to be.

any order that cleo’s world held crumbled when her mom died. as a 16 year old, cleo didn’t quite understand how she was supposed to cope with a world without a mother, especially when her father was so grief-stricken that he could hardly get out of bed. it was at the funeral when the stars aligned for her, and cleo found purpose in the wreckage. as a hymn played, cleo looked over at her five year old sister, and decided that the only way out was through, and she would carry his sister as far as she could.

she went to grief camp that summer, where she got to spend time with counselors and social workers alike. she worked through all the steps with a single minded intensity, taking mental notes with the hopes of bringing them home and taking her family through healing. everything else fell to the side, and she spent her summer with family (which included the schumachers). 

she had a rocky start back at school, where her grades took an immediate and understandable plummet. cleo got dangerously close to failing her junior year, but was saved by a mix of cram sessions and teacher sympathy for her situation. by the time that senior year rolled around, she was facing a new normal. the academics were easier to stomach, and she had a strong sense of what she wanted to do. she wanted to become a social worker, to use all that she had learned and shared with her family to save the world. 

her self-sufficiency seemed to be a siren song to a handful of guys in her grade, and she indulged in some casual dating. emphasis on casual, considering that she never fell in love with any of them. she just had fun on arcade and movie dates, and let guys buy her dinner. it was a perfect setup, until prom season came around, and cleo watched on in abject horror as two guys attempted a promposal at the same time. this ended in a fistfight in the middle of the cafeteria. cleo decided to go to prom with friends instead.

cleo went to college soon after, and majored in social work. among the classwork and social scene, she got into her second falling out with daisy, which was sparked over daisy getting an invite to a sorority that turned cleo down. cleo took this news with a level of derision (“why would they pick you and not me??”) that sparked an hours-long fight that kept most of their dorm floor awake. they decided that their 13 year friendship had reached a conclusion, but this conviction lasted for a month.

cleo’s first long-term relationship came in her junior year, when a ta asked her on a date and promptly swept her off her feet. gone were the days of high school guys fumbling over compliments, and cleo loved every minute. that is, until he pointed out that every single time anyone in her family called, including daisy and her family, she would take it. no matter what. he expressed that he was worried that she would always choose them over him, and her response was a dumbfounded “of course i always will. that’s my family.” he ended things pretty soon after.

with graduation came a new level of excitement, since cleo was finally able to do the things she always wanted to do. she jumped into social work with zeal, and quickly found that it was an impossible job. luckily, according to her words, “i’m an impossible woman”. she found little ways to handle it all, but after three years of being bombarded with the worst of humanity, she was nearly ready to give up entirely. 

daisy convinced her to take a break and go on an extended vacation, so cleo put in a sabbatical, and let herself be whisked away to brussels. schumacher money plus sheehan charm turned out to be a winning combination for having a fabulous vacation, and when it was all over, cleo had a photo album of european locales and a million stories to tell her clients.

this became her new cycle: work until she was about to burn out, and then jet off to some lovely spot to recharge. her and daisy’s final falling out came during one of these vacations, where they had a long, loud fight about every issue they’d ever had while stranded in miami. the cell service was terrible, and cleo was haunted by a recent death of a client, and it got ugly and mean. they brought up beef from elementary school. there was no clear escape, since there were no taxis to be found. they spent exactly five minutes apart, trying to find the way back on their own. at the end of the five minutes, they realized that they were walking down the same street, just on different sidewalks. cleo crossed to daisy’s side, and they made up. 

in the years after florida, cleo and daisy went to japan, and most recently, a cruise on the caribbean. she also went on approximately 42 first dates, none of which turned into a relationship longer than six months. it turns out that for cleo, when the loves of her life are already family and work, that doesn’t leave a lot of room for another person. there’s still that little question for her, that romantic part of her that wonders if there is something that’ll find her one day. 

that leaves her where she is now: she’s recently had her 16th work anniversary, and she celebrated it with daisy by getting herself a hamster. the hamster is a male named primadonna, and she dotes on him as much as she can.

[primevein]

The Prime of His Youth: Prime of His Youth: Book I: Forging His Own Path: Ch20: Re Direction

"Pull over here." Jack said, and Arcee pulled into a small crag. She stopped and Jack got off of her. He looked up at Sirenia, "Keep an eye out for anyone."

"Understood." Sirenia replied.

"Transform." Jack said to Arcee. She transformed onto all fours, her butt pointing a Jack. She let out a tsk, but it did not slow her down from complying. "What did we learn?"

"I can't remember." Arcee said, and Jack slapped her ass. This caused her to momentarily shudder as Sirenia orbited above them.

"Be less jealous of Miko." Jack said, and slapped her ass, and she shuddered again. "You can be as jealous of Sierra as you want." Jack said, and slapped her ass. "I love you." he said, and slapped her ass. "You say it this time." he said.

"Maybe a few times to make sure I remember them." Arcee stated.

* * *

Jack rode Arcee up to the base of the Hydrax plateau, with Sirenia again, floating playfully above them.

"I hate to say it." Arcee said to him, "But the exosuit just makes them better."

"Maybe one day you'll accept that I'm not going to leave you." Jack stated, "For Humans, marriage is until death do we part." Arcee Tsked at this.

"You really mean that, don't you?" Arcee asked. "Of course you do." she said and paused, before switching to a more playful tone, "Though, you might have to remind me a few times."

* * *

Knockout drove down the I-15 as the lights of Vegas started to come into view. One of the first things he passed was a speedway. He wanted to keep his eyes on the prize as the lights and sounds washed into the brilliant night. "Oh, come on, that's not fair! The first time I come to Vegas to do something other than car racing, and the first thing I have to pass is a race track. Focus, Knockout, focus. You're here to be productive. Don't follow the shining lights for once in your life."

He continued down the interstate, seeing the glow in the distance as the one behind him lessened. He continued along, enjoying the wonderful roads when something caught his eye. "They have a neon museum?! Bulkhead would have loved that. No, no, I'm here on business."

He drove along some more, until he was starstruck by the lights of the Las Vegas strip. He resisted as much as he could before turning off. For once in his life he pulled off into the slow lane to just gaze at the glamourous casinos.

"The lights, the sounds. Is every road a six lanes? I was born to be here, baby."

He spent a couple hours just driving around the streets until finally pulling himself away and heading to Spring Valley, where he needed to go. He decided to park across the way and just watch the place. He had forgotten that Humans usually slept at night. Well, maybe not the ones in Vegas, but the scientists usually did. He rolled down his windows to vent the extra heat into the arid night and just relaxed.

* * *

He saw Bumblebee pulling into the parking lot across from him. "Well, there's someone I recognize." he stated. He turned on his lights and started driving. Bumblebee stopped by the entrance. His passenger door opened up with Raf getting out. He then transformed, and turned towards the approaching car. Knockout revved up and pulled into the parking lot. He rushed at Bumblebee, stopping just in time to not hit him, quickly reverting to his robot form. "Bumblebee, my friend!" he exclaimed, and Bumblebee just sighed.

"I know you switched sides..."

"Oh, come on, after everything we've been through together, and against each other..."

"What's up, Knockout?" Bumblebee asked.

"I'm actually here to talk to your not so little Human." he said, and looked at Raf.

Raf adjusted his glasses, "Yes?"

"On the chance the Bumblebee won't get the joke, I think I'm close to a breakthrough, and I need someone with a lab... and expertise on these medical ethics things."

"You?" Bumblebee asked, "Medical ethics?"

"Yes, yes, I know, it's just easier to inject people with things, I but I don't have a tyranical dictator constantly threatening to murder me if I don't get results fast enough."

"What is your breakthrough in?" Raf asked.

Knockout held his fingers in front of his face and vainly looked at them, "Oh, just letting Humans carry Energon without damage. Maybe. I've gone as far as a I can with cell cultures, and need to test on something... you know, complete."

"You can make Energon safe for Humans?!" Bumblebee exclaimed.

"And useful!" Knockout exclaimed. "Well, we'll have to see how the tests go. Hopefully with less screaming this time." Raf and Bumblebee glared at him, "What, it was Cylas? I thought you didn't like him?" A pregnant pause happened as the two just glared at him, "After all the abductions?" he asked, and still nothing, "He hollowed out Breakdown's shell and made a nest, like some creepy animal burrowing into a corpse and turning it into a puppet." he said with distaste.

"I still feel like Optimus wouldn't approve." Bumblebee said to him.

"He would want to do what was best." Raf added.

"He did... always... want to give people a chance to change." Bumblebee replied.

"Well, I haven't really changed that much, other than explicitly asking you to help me do my experiment ethically, and all."

Bumblebee looked at Raf, "This is pretty much why this company exists." Raf stated. "And probably one of the only labs on Terra he can actually work at."

Knockout held out his hand, "I get first author."

Raf paused for a moment before offering him his hand, "Agreed."

Knockout then turned to Bumblebee, "Bumblebee old friend?" he asked.

"Yes?" Bumblebee sighed.

"I don't suppose you could help me find some place to hold up, could you?"

Bumblebee looked up and down the road, "Vegas has a lot of places to park. You have to be more specific."

"Preferably some place that would stop miscreants from vandalizing me." Knockout stated, "You know how Humans can be."

"I think I know just the place." Bumblebee replied.

* * *

Jack rode on Arcee driving out of Alden Military Base, "So, are you going to do it?" Arcee asked.

"Do what?" Jack replied.

"The thing Miko said." Arcee replied.

"With what?" Jack asked.

"The coat." Arcee added.

"Oh! That. I don't know. I did get outvoted."

"Is that how it works?" Arcee asked, while Sirenia was floating with glee.

"I'm not exactly the most fashionable guy." Jack replied. "If all of my friends..."

"Jumped off a bridge?" Arcee asked.

"Well, most of my friends are Cybertronians." Jack argued.

"That means you're going to jump off a bridge?" Arcee asked.

"When it comes to fashion?" Jack simply asked.

"If you want the longcoat?" Sirenia asked, "Should we redirect to Knockout? His transponder is from a the city of Las Vegas."

"Exactly where Jack wants to go." Arcee said and snickered.

"Yeah, yeah..." Jack voiced, "I mean, yeah."

"You should call your mother." Arcee stated, "She worries."

"I am already connecting." Sirenia stated. "June?"

"Sirenia?" she asked.

"We are back on Terra, but we will be redirecting to Las Vegas for a short visit."

"You're going to Vegas?!" June nearly shouted.

"Mom." Jack said over the coms.

"Jack?" she asked, "What's this about going to Vegas?"

"Knockout's there." Jack stated, "We need to talk to him."

"Why's he in Vegas?" June asked.

"To be honest, why wouldn't he be there?" Arcee asked.

"We'll be back home afterwards." Jack stated.

"Be safe." June replied.

The connection to June closed, "Master, why was she so worried about you traveling to Las Vegas?" This caused Arcee to start snickering.

"How to describe it?.." Jack voiced.

"Is it that complicated?" Sirenia asked.

"You just don't have strippers... and drugs..." Jack voiced.

"We do have gambling." Arcee stated.

"Oooh!" Sirenia exclaimed. "Do you also have pit fights?"

"Not quite as... final..." Jack stated, "But we do have bloodsports, yes. A lot of them are in Vegas."

"I see why she would be concerned." Sirenia stated.

"After everything mom has done for me, I don't want to worry her." Jack stated.

"Exactly." Arcee added.

* * *

"Did he say Knockout?" June asked.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

‘You think this isn’t some kind of shock for me too?! Hiccup, I am old, I have seen a lot in my time, but I have never, ever seen anything like this.’ Lips parting momentarily, she shook her head, looking back up to Hiccup. ‘I apologize, I shouldn’t have been so harsh. I do believe you, Hiccup, and I believe you have that girls best interests at heart. You get her back home, okay?’

“I know that, m’ not stupid.” She was just surprised that he was actually following those rules; at home, people didn’t care about all that. “But does it have to be her? I don’t like her, she’s scary, she doesn’t talk, and it hurt really bad when she put that stuff on it…”

“It doesn’t? That’s what I always thought… that’s what people at home told me…” She nodded, squeezing his hand. “I know. Thank you Hiccup, no one has ever helped me like this before…”

“How soon? I don’t wanna wait that long… It would’ve felt better right now if she didn’t put that stuff on it or touch it…”

“I- Really? You don’t have t’ do that anymore… you’re probably upset ‘cause I made you carry me back and I got scared of Toothless…”

She gave a small sigh, but reluctantly picked up the fork and took a bite.

That made her uncomfortable, and she shifted awkwardly in her seat, avoiding Hiccups gaze. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone,” she replied, a small bit of shame shining through in her voice.

Hiccup looked down, knowing Gothi was right, it was unheard of, what was going on with Danny, however this switch was made.

"Thank you, Gothi. I'm sorry, too, I should've brought her here right away. I'll get her home, keep her safe."

Hiccup shook his head. "Stupid? You're far from it, actually... And, no, Gothi gave me instructions for either Astrid or my mom to change your bandaging once a day, whoever you're more comfortable with. Now, I know you're not ready to meet my mom yet, so will you be alright with Astrid?"

Hiccup shook his head again, speaking gently. "No, not with something that severe." His expression fell, hearing no one had ever helped her that way before. She was only seven. How heartless were these hunters, to not administer medical help to children? "I'm sorry to hear that, you should have received more help, long before now, but...I'm glad I can help."

"The sooner you drink that tea," he said, pointing to the steaming mug in front of her, "the faster you'll feel better. The salves and creams she put on your back will help those burns to heal faster, so I know they hurt, but the other applications shouldn't as much, since it'll be doing its job."

"What? Why would I be upset?" Actually, if he wasn't so worried about her health, he'd have enjoyed it. He couldn't wait to walk around, carrying Zephyr on his back through the village. "I readily offered to carry you, and I should've eased you more into meeting Toothless, went a little slower. Your reaction was understandable. Danny, you have no need to apologize."

Oh. He should've realized... She could get in a lot of trouble if she told him, and he didn't want that.

"Hm. Okay, how about this? Is... whatever caused this, something that has been taken care of, where it won't happen to you again, or...or is it a normal occurrence?"

[hanji-is-life]

just thinking about Dr Bakugou giving a full physical to a cute lil patient who only came in with a headache, insisting that an orgasm would be the only way to cure her... insisting on administering that cure himself...

‘don’t worry princess, I’ll make you feel better’

cw: slight dub con? idk reader is just dumb but kinda loves it ^ also he's a dilf in this so--

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"Doctor Bakugou? Are you sure you need to check...down there, if I just keep getting headaches?"

You honestly don't know how you ended up in this position. You came into your usual doctors office after having consistent migraines for a few weeks now. But your primary doctor called out sick today and was replaced by another cuter doctor. You didn't really mind at first, especially with how the doctor kept looking at you, as if you were a full course meal.

Although, you're not really sure where he got his medical license from...

You practically cowered under his stare at first. It was so heavy, so intense and focused solely on your mouth, and wandered down to your your neck, your chest, your hips...

After explaining the issue, Doctor Bakugou had insisted that a physical was the best way to understand the problem at hand. Confused, you figured that they were just going to recommend you to a neurologist, but, the doctor knows best right?

"Shut up. I know what I'm doing. Who has the fucking degree here?"

So you listened. Stripped down in front of him to your underwear, even though you were sure that he was supposed to leave, laid down on the cold examination table, and rested your heels on the edge of the bed as instructed.

He had been examining your lower half for just a minute too long to be professional. But he must have found the root to your problem, going by the hum in his throat as he removes his finger from inside you and snaps your panties back in place. He stands, rests his hands on either side of your hips to loom over you.

"I know what the problem is."

He looks so scary like this. Too big to be in this pristine white lab coat, red eyes too bright for the baby blue room, silvery hairs at his temple catching the light as he watches you from over his glasses. You can only hum, swallow the lump stuck in your throat as he slowly starts to remove his yellow gloves that still shine on the fingertips with your slick.

"What is it, Doctor Bakugou?" He practically shivers at hearing his name drip from your sweet, innocent little mouth.

"You need to orgasm."

...

Again, you don't really know how you found yourself in this situation really. Bent over the examination table, your pants and panties around your ankles as this older doctor fucks you raw in some clean little doctors office.

You have been begging him to slow down, reminded him that you had orgasmed enough times to cure your headache. He only slips thick fingers into your mouth to silence you, hisses that he knows what the fuck he's talking about, to not fucking question him.

You listen, try to keep your noise to a minimum as he angles your head to the side to devour your mouth. His thin framed glasses are pushed into his hair, his fancy slacks loose around his knees as his heavy cock carves its shape in your pretty little insides.

You cum for the fourth time in under twenty minutes. You're sensitive, thighs quivering as you let him suck greedily on your tongue as he moans in your mouth when you clamp down around him. He pulls away from your lips momentarily, only to whisper against your cheek,

"One more orgasm will cure you. Or maybe two. Depends on how fast you make me cum."

It ends up taking more than two to really get you cured. After you're finished and fucked out, Doctor Bakugou gives you his card and number to call in case your migraines come back.

...

They haven't come back, but you tell him they do just four days later. He doesn't even sound surprised to hear from you, the cocky old fuck. Just tells you to come to his home office in twenty, and he'll get rid of those pesky migraines for sure.

[kandyrezi]

Offers you some pocket lint and also a bag of chocolate buttons and an actual button or two

Can I get some uhhhhhh Yandere Ziki stuff?

—esurient;

pairing: yandere!ziki x reader

warnings: dismemberment, amputation, blood & gore

(a/n: I have no idea what on earth I’m supposed to do with those assortment of items you just electronically gifted me, but thank you anyway -

- yeah, not me thinking to myself upon seeing this ask ‘who tf is ziki?’ ……. OH, THE MOUTH WITCH. moment of enlightenment after that. (there are some bonus headcanons as well at the bottom of this fic! <3))

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SHE DIPS HER FINGERS into the crimson stain, placing the blood-stained digits on her tongue, identifying the one it belongs to. Unmistakable, no doubt. Her lover's blood isn't as tasty as some of the others' she's consumed – but it's inconsequential. The taste bears no meaning in comparison to the adoration she feels for the one who brightened up her world like no one else ever has.

(she remembers the look in your eyes – lost and confused – the very look you gazed at her with the first time when she spotted you.)

The blood splatters leave her darling's scent lingering, yet they themselves are nowhere to be found – most likely having somehow wandered off to somewhere. You must have hurt yourself, as she doesn't remember you bleeding when she'd left you on your lonesome.

(she fell in love with you the day she'd met you.)

It's too bad no one in this world will come to your aid, not like she did when she first met you. The other witches are all selfish and only acting in their own self-interest.

(not wanting to lose someone so precious and wanting to consummate your love, she took you back to her little place of residence hidden away in the witch world.)

Finding you is laughably easy when you didn't even make it very far in the first place; you're awfully noisy and the tongues on her body have excellent taste receptors. One of the mouths on her braided hair maims you in the thigh, hardly a challenge at all as you're still drowsy from your escape— rather, your impolite, unannounced departure. As you look up at your pursuer hovering on her broom with your one still-intact eye, instead of ghostly white, her eyes shine a captivating yellow much like the mysterious sphere resting in the skies.

You must have seen her then for who she really was.

A witch of hunger and rage.

She didn't want to inject you with her venom. Weaker creatures such as yourself were easily susceptible to it and would likely die from it ("cardiac arrest" Ptomain had described it as) as opposed to becoming immobilised.

You are not the human who had the prettiest lilac eyes who escaped from the mansion of a vampire lord. You are not the leopard seal girl with broken fangs she came across beached on an island.

But you're you, and that's all she cares about.

. . .

The source of light provided by a stream of orange glow from the skies reflected off of the leaves from the trees yet the bright hues do nothing in ways of giving comfort. It could be pitch black and your heart would threaten to beat out of your chest from terror in equal measure.

You're partially blind due to your missing left eye and your surroundings are alien to you. Never would you have willingly entered a maze of unknown woods, yet at this moment you're desperate. You wish some ghastly beast would emerge from from the underground to devour you right then and there to simply end it so you wouldn't have to endure it – anything at all to avoid the deadly clutches of Ziki.

The soles of your feet no doubt have developed callouses and your toes burn from how long you've been running while avoiding getting your ankle stuck in vines or treading on one of the many-eyed endemic snakes. You momentarily lean your weight onto a (hopefully) harmless tree trunk with your dismembered, two-fingered hand.

The wind blows, howling right next to your ear, causing a tremor of shivers to trail down your spine. You feel like you're being taunted, watched with a calculating gaze – you push yourself upright and are ready to sprint (to your death if you have to), but it only takes you less than a second—

The jolt of sharp pain in your thigh forces you to freeze up like an icicle as the painful sensation rapidly spreads through your body. You fall into the dirt with no way to brace yourself with painful collision. something (but you know it's in fact, a someone) has bitten you in the leg and the juncture above your ankle is maimed next.

Ziki might not be hunting you for the purpose of killing you (—or so she's claimed) yet obviously natural predator-prey instincts kick in when the one being hunted down isn't so keen on allowing the one doing the hunting to sink their sharp, sawtooth-like tusk into your thigh so she can't let you get away. Especially now when one of her twin-tail mouths latch on to and break through muscle and tissue, the stream of red running down your leg creating another warm shade of color to paint the woods with. You're too weak to struggle much due to injuries you've sustained back at the witch's residence and on the run, and the fight ends before it can even begin.

You slip in and out of consciousness many times – the words shifts and moves around you, but you aren't sure where you ended up, not until after you wake up again.

The braided witch is saying something but you can't make out all the words.

"Neither your eye... your fingers... enough."

Were you really taken back...?

"It seems... you still don't... the conjoin of our love, so..."

What is this lunatic saying?!

"...Zi-Ziki..."

Your head barely becomes clearer yet it still hurts, you realize it when you feel the tight hold of belts strapping you to a familiar chair by your ankles and shoulders. It must be her kitchen. Where she keeps her jars and other glass containers full of substances you don't want to know about. The herbs and flowers hanging from the walls can't block out the stench you feel oozing from them. You can't really see her, but a smile on her face was normally her default expression, so it's far from a stretch to assume so.

"But I'm not complaining," Ziki keeps on talking, "Not when the meat from your flesh is so... tender. I've been keeping you well-fed and nourished, you can thank Ptomain for giving me some tips. Not sure how she knows so much about the health of your kind, but..."

She leans forward to hold your hand with farce tenderness, her other fingers stroking the outlines of the veins on your wrist below.

"...it's good that you're here now! After this, you'll tell me how much you feel the same way that I do for you~! Don't worry, I won't let you die. A witch's promise."

All the mouths on her body open to showcase their sharp teeth right in front of you. you vaguely register her biting your arm off from the elbow with the mouth on her face while the rest hold your body still to keep you from struggling. It's not a clean bite – she twists and yanks as your bones crack and shatter while tissues come apart under her immense strength. It all happens in less than a few seconds yet your nerves are on fire and you can't remember screaming or crying or pleading – nothing – as your body forces itself into unconsciousness from shock and agony.

You pray you won't wake up again after this time.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

• Ziki has a desire to consume a part of her lover so they're with her always - probably a body part like fingers, an entire limb, earlobe, or an eye (rarely) - possibly keeps some in a jar as well. She "falls in love" easily but is unable to "keep them"for long because she becomes too overzealous in her treatment of them.

• She hates it when her darling runs away from her. It's enough to make her lose her composure and almost kill them when she finds them again - it's mainly a stroke of luck when she doesn't violently lash out at the moment of seeing them.

• Despite how much of a whacko she is, she is actually strategic when it comes to anatomy and knows best places to injure to keep a darling immobile or crippled.

• Ziki doesn't have any healing abilities like some of the other witches. If her darling were a human, they would most likely end up dying from the injuries which she inflicted.

• She is kept under careful watch of the Great Witch to make sure she doesn't go overboard but will sometimes turn a blind eye if it's some stray, weak human (since they don't usually survive under the harsh conditions of PBW anyway).

• While she will otherwise go for anyone, she has a bit of a fetish for humans in particular because she likes how frail and docile they are.

• Feels lonely since the death of her familiar (not caused by her). This might correlate with her desire to keep a plaything to fill in that void (...or it might not).

• The mouths on her body can open and eat things, but can speak with only the one on her face.

• Ziki is friends with Ptomain and Kagimori. Since they can do types of witchcraft that fundamentally differ from one another, Ptomain has given her tips on medical care and health without the need for magic usage. Kagimori sometimes complains about the mess from blood stains on the hardwood floors of Ziki's cottage when she goes in for a visit.

• Her eyes change color depending on her mood; her pupils are pure white when she's feeling more docile, but they turn yellow when her emotions become intense and she feels them strongly.

• Aside from her appetite for flesh, she also likes mandarin oranges.

- - -

(a/n: ziki is literally a blank slate with just a visual appearance, so I got a little creative with her in ways you normally can't with established characters. I wrote the headcanons while i was trying to figure out her personality for just myself initially, but then decided to share them anyway.)

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[5:00 PM] Inumaki Toge

LOG 10 OF MY JUJUTSU KAISEN TIMESTAMP DRABBLES

CHARACTERS: Inumaki Toge X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ NOTES BELOW* | JJK Characters (mentions)

WORD COUNT: 851

GENRE: fluff | slice of life | female reader with described appearance*

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of sickness

SPOILERS: n/a

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Anytime now...

Inumaki Toge looked outside his second-story bedroom window that overlooked the private road with mixed apprehension and excitement, waiting for the highlight of his tedious everyday life. Being home schooled because of his frail constitution and his mother's fear that he will have a fit if he spent prolonged periods of time outside, his world was confined and limited to the four walls of his house, most of the time in his bedroom. While his parents made sure he was occupied and happy, he still wished he could be like normal teens his age, out and about under the sunshine, making friends...being normal.

He wasn't terminal. He just had a very weak immune system which made him more vulnerable than others to illnesses, not to mention that he had severe allergies which requires him to live in a clean room. Everyone who comes near him has to follow protocols - wash their hands and get their clothes inspected and disinfected if needed, wear a face mask if they have the slightest symptom of sniffles. His tutors had to do it, even his two close friends Okkotsu and Fushiguro. It was tiring.

However, his days had become less boring ever since that new family moved a few houses down the road from them a year ago. That's the first time he saw you, circling around the road with your bike, basking under the summer sun, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead as your hair fluttered in the wind like auburn silk. It was your hair that caught his attention apart from the strange humming outside his window that day you came like a breath of fresh air, reminding him of the flaming tendrils of light at dawn.

You looked up at him with your forest green eyes and with a smile that shamed the sun that was shining on you, you waved at him, giggling to yourself when he ducked away from view.

From then on, it was routine. You'd pass by on your bike every morning to go to school, wave at him as you zoomed past, and in the afternoon, when you get back home, you'd do the same. At times, you actually stop, placing one foot on the ground to support your bike and wave at him, all smiles as your ponytail bounced behind you. On other days, usually in the mornings, you'd just be speeding by, momentarily looking at him before pedaling faster.

Inumaki found you amusing on days you were running late, but then, there would be times when you'd appear down, your shoulders slumped. He assumed you were having a bad day. Still, you never failed to lift your arm, your palm open towards his direction while you gave a succinct wave.

Not once did he speak to you, but he always appreciated it when you would acknowledge his presence. At first, he just found you weird, but eventually, he found himself returning the gesture when he realized there was someone who knew of his existence outside of his two friends and his family; someone who did not look onto him with pity but genuine appreciation for the person that he is, not his condition.

That morning, he missed you. He didn't get to see you after being knocked out the whole morning after taking medication for his allergies. He hated the feeling of not seeing you, so, in the afternoon, he made an effort to sit by his window whilst he read, waiting for you to come.

He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, worry creeping up on him when you did not appear at the usual time you would. It's been about fifteen minutes since that time and still, there were no signs of you.

"Toge!" he heard his mother calling from downstairs, and thinking you were not going to show up for the day, he sighed, stood up and walked down the stairs.

He poked his head into the kitchen where he surmised his mom was, and when he did, he was surprised to see that familiar head of fiery hair and eyes that reminded him of deep, uncharted forests. There you were, sitting on his kitchen counter, a cookie made by his mom between your fingers as you beamed at him.

He just blinked, gesturing towards you, but not really able to find his voice.

Just then, you jumped off your seat and bounded towards him. For the first time, he was seeing you up close, not from the view his window provided. For the first time, he was seeing every detail of you – how the strands of your hair curled slightly, the smattering of freckles over your nose and the fractals of frozen sunlight mixed into the green of your orbs. He was too stunned to do anything and did not even notice it when you extended your hand towards him.

You wiggled your fingers for him to take, and when he finally did, you spoke.

"Hello, Toge. I'm Y/N." You broke into that smile that could replace the sun. "It's nice to finally meet you."

-END-

*I used “you” here, but as you see, I described the appearance of Y/N because I was trying to bring out a certain theme linked to Inumaki's perception of her. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20210528]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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Change of Heart ( TaehyungxOC) (Chapter 6)

Pairing : Taehyung x OC Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3/ Chapter 4/ Chapter 5

[ Summary :

Times are changing.

After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all…..

He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first.  ]

Warnings : Get ready for the unsexiest sex in the history of sex.  werewolf sex, knotting etc 

You can completely skip this chapter if it makes you uncomfortable . 

Literally nothing happens except that they mate. 

Chapter 6

“Luna is staying with Jimin for a week. Jimin’s sister and her kids are home so he’s sure she’ll be fine.” Taehyung said, when I asked him about the young girl. 

I nodded, slightly disappointed because I loved her and was looking forward to seeing her.

Although I suppose he probably didn’t want her to be around when he was doing....well whatever it was that he intended to do to me. I felt my pulse raise, the first tendrils of fear and panic beginning to weave through my veins. 

“You look terrified.” Taehyung commented mildly, fingers curled gently around my elbow as he led me to where his car was parked. I swallowed.

“I am terrified.” I pointed out.” I have no idea what I just agreed to.”

Taehyung hummed, fumbling with his car key and a second later the lights in a swanky black car , a little bit ahead of us, flashed with a familiar beep. Taehyung’s car looked as expensive as it probably was, black and sleek .

“Is this the car you choose anytime you’re seducing unwilling humans?” I teased. 

 I stared at the glossy metallic finish, the swanky lights that lit up along the car’s sharp and beautiful lines and my eyes caught the small exquisitely detailed silver wolf, carefully mounted on the bonnet. 

“Hmm....no one has been unwilling , so far.” Taehyung’s eyes danced with mischief. 

I rolled my eyes at that, handing over my carry-all bag when he held his hand out for it. 

“This isn’t what I would have chosen for myself.” He moved to open the boot space, lifting the small suitcase I’d packed and stowing it inside carefully.

I stared at him wondering what he was talking about.

“Someone like you...for a mate.” He pointed out and I wondered if he even heard the insult . 

“Someone like me for the rest of your life?” I gave him a dry smile.

He closed the boot sharply, the sound making me jump a little.

His gaze was intense, lush lips twisted in a frown.

“A human ...for the rest of my life.” He corrected. I felt a pang of hurt at that. It was somehow worse, knowing that I was just interchangeable with every other human of his acquaintance . He moved closer to me, reaching past me to touch the sensor on his key to the door. 

The door opened when he touched the handle, arms brushing my body as he leaned in close to me  and I flinched back instinctively..

He gave me a look. 

“Sorry...I’m just a little on edge.” 

He sighed.

“I won’t hurt you.” His voice was steady and firm , his gaze calm and soothing as he stared at me and for the millionth time, I found myself utterly enthralled by his beauty. The perfect , sharp as a blade jawline, flawless skin and sharp, bewitching eyes. 

“I think.... you know that’s a lie.” I smiled a little. He had the good grace to look a little contrite. He stepped back a bit to give me space to get in. 

“It’s not a lie.” 

I tilted my head and stared at him.

“Really? You’re telling me a human mating a wolf isn’t going to do a number on the human? ” 

Taehyung frowned, thick eyebrows furrowing. 

“It’s not going to leave any permanent damage.” 

I let out a slightly strangled laugh.

“How comforting!” 

Taehyung shrugged. 

“ It is how it is. Mating is..... an ancient ritual. Something that we’ve been doing for centuries. At the heart of it, it is something animalistic and feral because it isn’t the human part of me that’s going to be involved. And my wolf isn’t familiar with being gentle. I can’t promise he won’t hurt you but I can promise that I will help fix what he breaks.”

  What he breaks, I thought with a slightly hysterical flash of trepidation. His wolf was going to break ....what exactly?

He must’ve caught the look on my face.

“I think I could have worded that better.” He muttered. 

My tongue felt like sandpaper in my mouth.

“I’m just wondering if perhaps , a week from now,  I’m going to prefer being shot in the shoulder, to having sex with you.” I croaked out. 

His lips quirked at that.

“Not unless being shot in the shoulder gave you multiple orgasms.....no.” His eyes flashed red, boring holes into mine and my lips parted in a soft gasp. 

Arousal shot straight through my center, hot and heavy and I felt the blood rush to my face so abruptly that I was momentarily lightheaded. Feeling a bit like there was steam gushing out of my ears, I dropped my gaze away from him, down to his knees and then turned away, face flaming. 

I moved to the open door, ready to climb in hide but Taehyung moved quickly, gripping my arm and pulling me around till I crashed into his chest. 

“Tae-” I broke off when he reached out to gently cup my face, thumb brushing across my lower lip in a gentle caress. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, smiling gently, “  I find you incredibly desirable and I intend to show you that when you’re in my bed. The fact that my wolf also approves of you will only make the whole thing more enjoyable for you. Trust me, I’ve never had any complaints before.” 

Certain that I was probably the same shade as a ripe tomato, I yanked my hand away from him, turning around and stumbling to the door. I got into the car quickly, slamming the door shut. I could hear him chuckling lightly outside as he finished putting away the rest of my bags. 

I tugged on the seatbelt with shaky fingers, trying not to overthink. I felt torn, confused. Like he was toying with me. He was so carefully vague about what he wanted and what he felt , it was impossible to understand him. I watched the seat belt click into place and the sat back to stare straight ahead. 

The driver’s door opened and Taehyung climbed in, powering the vehicle and slipping his belt on in one smooth move before letting his fingers play across the backlit dashboard. Soft music began crooning through the speakers and he carefully adjust the mirrors manually before gripping the steering wheel and carefully easing the care out of the parking lot.

“We’ll pick up a few supplies on the way.” He commented mildly. 

“Supplies?” 

“Medical supplies.” 

I felt my pulse jump again.

“I’m beginning to regret this immensely.” I whispered, fingers digging into my thigh as I willed myself to not scream. 

Taehyung turned to give me a look.

“you do know, I’d have to bite you, right?” 

I felt my jaw come unhinged.

“I...you... what?!” 

Taehyung groaned. 

“please don’t freak out. “ H’s voice deepened, probably in an attempt to be soothing, “ It’s just a small bite. It won’t be that deep or anything but it will leave a mark. It’s supposed to. Kind of a sign that you’re mated.”

I stared at him , dread pooling in the pit of my stomach and making me feel mildly nauseous. 

“Would it.. Would i... ?” I couldn’t even finish it. 

Taehyung looked confused for a second and then his face went completely blank.

“No.” He said shortly. 

“No, I -?”

“No, you won’t turn into a fucking werewolf, Jesus Christ” He snapped furiously,” Do you really think I’m gonna turn you into a were without your fucking consent? “ 

I felt myself sinking back into the plush leather seat in the face of his anger. 

The air was heavy with a tense silence for  a few minutes and then he sighed loudly, breath leaving him in an exhale.

“I’m.... I’m sorry. I know this is frightening for you and I’m grateful that you’re here. I want... Fuck. I want to make this... good for you. And if not good at least ...bearable. “ 

I stared down at my shoes. 

“I’m just... I feel scared because I don’t know what I’m walking into.” 

I looked up when the car slowed down and I noticed he was pulling into the parking lot of an all night mart of some  kind. I watched as he carefully pulled in between two smaller cars .

“You wanna come in with me? Or would you rather wait here?” He asked casually. 

“I’ll...I’ll stay here.”

He hummed and kept the air conditioner and the music running , moving out of the car . I watched him leave , his tall suave figure earning him dazzled looks from the people in the parking lot. 

I watched as nearly every single woman in the place ogled him, taking in the perfectly tailored slacks, the silk shirt and his striking good looks. He looked a little rakish today, having run a  hand through his hair earlier and even from a distance, there was no doubting that he was one of the most gorgeous men in the entire country. 

And no one in their right mind would think he was anything but an alpha, I thought balefully, watching the way he stalked across the tarmac, his gait predatory and focused. People stepped out of his way instinctively. No one met his gaze head on and I knew exactly why.

Staring at Taehyung was like staring down an apex predator. 

Even the dumbest of men wouldn’t be dumb enough to provoke someone who looked like  that. 

 i caught my own reflection in the mirror and felt myself shrink in on myself. 

I wasn’t ugly. 

Far from it.

 I could even be beautiful if I had a couple of hours and access to some good beauty products. But I wasn’t werewolf level beautiful. I couldn’t think of a single quality in me that would qualify me to be Kim Taehyung’s significant other. I remembered the model he had been dating, Ji hyun. She had been so beautiful. Tall and lissome with perfectly sculpted features. 

in what world could I compete with that?

 And What about.... the emotional connection?

 I groaned at the very though of it. 

Love was such an abstract thing to define but I wasn’t a cynic. I could imagine myself being in love with Taehyung, falling for him and in fact, I was pretty sure that I was already half way there already. 

I had wanted him to be interested in me when he had asked me to look after Luna. Had wanted that hot and heavy gaze on me, had wanted him to touch me,  with  less than pure intentions. But it had still  been just  a crush, albeit a big one.

Back then,  I had convinced myself to forget about it because of the sheer impossibility of it ever happening. But now, my traitorous heart was beginning to whisper little phrases of hope at me. 

 What if he likes you too....

What if he fell in love with you too....

I had to tamp down that voice before it grew any louder, I thought miserably. Did I not remember how he had looked, when he’d asked me to come with him? Like he was being held at gunpoint? 

The door clicked open again and I blinked. Taehyung opened the rear door and tossed a few bags on the seat there before the slamming the door shut and climbing in next to me. 

“I’ve asked the house keeper to stock the pantry and get the rooms cleaned. The staff won’t be around for a week so I would have to make sure it doesn’t get too filthy.” 

“I can help... to cook and clean.” I said quickly.

He hesitated before smirking a little. 

There was something feral in the smile, something lewd and suggestive and I felt myself blushing although I had no idea why. 

“What? Why are you looking at me that way....”

He shrugged.

“I just think its cute that you think that.” 

I frowned, not at all sure what he was implying.

“What does that even mean? What am I thinking that’s so ridiculous.?” 

“It cute that you think that you can still move around after getting fucked by an alpha werewolf on his rut. “ His eyes fairly danced with amusement and I felt my jaw drop.

“You- That's- “ I was momentarily incoherent with how much his words had scrambled my brain, “ ... ...How dare you!” I finished in a hash whisper. 

He laughed out loud at that. 

“I’m supposed to be selling this whole mating thing to you . I think I’m doing a bad job of it.” He shook his head, before starting the engine again. 

I didn’t reply, my cheeks hurting from the effort it took not to scream. 

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I held the bags carefully, while a couple of young men carried over my suitcases into the elevator. Taehyung was leaning on the counter at the reception desk and the girl behind the desk was making moon-eyes at him. 

"Mr. Kim, we’ve already spoken to the other residents. The penthouse suit if off limits for the rest of the week as you requested. Your daughter’s nanny was here earlier and she said she’ll bring Luna back when you ask her to.”

Taehyung nodded.

“Excellent. This is my fiance, Yoon Mi Rae.” He said casually and I flushed at the phrase. 

“Oh, fiance?” The woman made no effort to hide the disappointment and disbelief on her face. I smiled weakly.

“Yes. Surprised?” He chuckled and I frowned when the girl laughed too.

“Never thought you would go for a human, Tae.” She tilted her head . 

The nickname surprised me. So they were close, then?

“ Sometimes life surprises you that way.” 

I sighed, turning away at the words. I tamped down the urge to yell at him that I didn’t particularly savor the thought of being mated to him either. That given a choice I would rather be with a man who actually  wanted  me. 

But that wasn’t why I had agreed to this whole thing was it? Taehyung’s cause was bigger than both of us. My father was doing something illegal and damaging and he had to be stopped. 

That was what this was about. 

If I lost sight of that bigger picture and focused on the little things, then I would likely be miserable for a long long time. 

Little things like the fact that Taehyung had absolute no interest in falling in love with a human. 

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The apartment was spacious and decorated s tastefully that I couldn’t help but stop and stare. It was very obvious that Taehyung had painstakingly picked the decor out himself. A few Van Gogh paintings hung on one of the walls and the entire living space was done in muted tones of beige and also colors of rich mahogany brown with lush red and maroon trinkets for relief. 

Taehyung directed the med to leave the suitcases in the master bedroom and then once they left, he carefully closed the door behind them.

I heard the sound of the lock clicking in place and slowly, the dread from earlier returned. 

“Do you drink?” Taehyung asked casually, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it on the couch., I watched him move to the massive fridge in the kitchen, and felt my lips trembling a bit.

“Just- Just water.” I said softly. 

He grabbed a few bottles of water and carefully poured me a glass. He looked up then and his gaze caught mine. 

Feeling incredibly vulnerable, I merely stared back. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked gently. 

I shook my head. 

He nodded, stepping out from behind the counter and walking over , holding out the glass of water. I took it from him cautiously and took a sip. 

“We need to talk about this. I don’t... I don’t want you to be blindsided by anything that happens tomorrow. “

 Tomorrow. 

“Okay. I’m listening. “ I took a few more sips of the water and he carefully took the glass from me. 

I moved to sit on the couch but he stopped me with a hand to my arm. 

“Do you dance?” He said casually. 

I blinked.

“Dance?”

He smiled and snapped his fingers a couple of times. 

I gasped when the lights in the living space dimmed down not turning off entirely but bathing the entire room in hues of gold . The light made him look ten times more enthralling and the soft smile on his face made me want to weep. If I had been half in love earlier, I’d certainly fallen the entire way down in that damned smile. 

“I think you should get used to my body first.” He smiled and stepped closer, gently wrapping one arm around my waist before grabbing my wrist and guiding it to his shoulder. I curled my fingers tentatively, feeling my pulse pound at the smoothness of the silk and the underlying strength of his muscles. I brushed my fingers gently against his shoulder blades, stroking down to his pecs and stopping when my palm rested right over his heart. 

“You like that?” He smiled, “ Because I certainly do” and there was no hint of teasing there, just genuine pleasure and in the face of such honestly, I couldn’t help but blush. 

“You’re.... big.” I finished , feeling my face flame. 

He nodded. 

“I am. Everywhere. its probably going to be a bit of a problem for you later.” He smiled and pulled a small square remote from his pocket. 

Music began to spill into the air from the speakers and I laughed at the song.

“ I was made for loving you”  Tori Kelly’s beautiful voice crooned and I shook my head.

“You are good at this, Alpha Kim.” I said softly. “Is this the part where your conquests begin taking off their clothes?” 

He hummed and began to move, one hand curving around my waist and the other lightly resting on my back. I swayed with him, enjoying the gentle intimacy.

“I actually prefer doing that myself.” He smirked and I nodded, relaxing a bit. Taehyung was likeable, not an asshole by any stretch of the imagination and surprisingly humble considering the kind of wealth he had at his disposal. 

I liked him deeply and while it was obvious he thought he had to handle me like fine china, the truth was I wasn’t even half as scared as I ought to have been. 

“You’re pretty calm now. You were..... very would up earlier.” I pointed out.

He hummed,  his fingers tracing up and down my back before resting at the base of my spine, thumb gentle as it stroked my skin through the fabric of my dress. 

“I can control it easier because you’re right here. My wolf is calm because you’re in my arms. And my rut probably won’t start till I’m ... well , for a few hours at least. “ 

I nodded.

“How do you know its starting?” I asked, curious.

He gave me a grin.

“Oh trust me you’ll know.” He muttered, pulling me slightly closer till I was pressed right up against his body, hips pressing into me gently. I felt the hard press of his erection and even with the layers of fabric between us I could tell how well endowed he was  and I stilled, backing away a little. 

“I’m.... Sorry, I...” I whispered.

But he grabbed my wrists, tugging me back gently.  

“Don’t apologize. Its alright.  You need to get used to me. Like this, I can watch how you react and back off when I want but later...I may not be that coherent. I just want you be comfortable before we start anything. “ He said softly, fingers fluttering down to link with mine. 

“Are you saying you won’t stop if i ask you to?” 

Taehyung hesitated.

“No...if you’re actually hurting or in danger , I’ll know and I will stop. But my wolf probably won’t stop if its just you getting cold feet and you aren’t in any real danger from me. “ 

I looked away, not feeling very reassured. The bigger picture, I reminded myself. I wasn’t here for a good time. I was here because he needed me and not the other way around. 

Taehyung took my silence for disapproval and gently touched my face, eyes wide with apology. 

“I’m sorry.” He said calmly, “ Wolves have....different moral codes and that's probably why its incredibly rare for a wolf to mate with a human.”

“What do you think happened with us?” I asked him, “ You obviously need a were in your life. So why did your wolf pick me?”

He didn’t reply. 

“Is this permanent?” 

“For me, yes. For you, no.”

“What does that mean?” 

“When you leave here , you can go back to your old life. You can probably meet another guy and get married if you want. I however would not be able to have another relationship...” 

I felt my jaw drop.

“That’s....” i began but he shook his head. 

“It’s alright. I’m not a huge fan of relationships. I have my work and Luna. My life is complete as is.” 

There was nothing much to say to that. 

“You wanna go to bed now?” He asked quietly . 

I smiled at how nervous he looked.

“Lead the way.” 

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Taehyung’s bedroom was almost surgical suite clean and also incredibly huge. The large four poster bed had huge ornate frames and I felt my eyes redden when I saw the handcuffs neatly cuffed to the lowest rung.

Taehyung followed my gaze and smiled.

“Ah. Thats just a precaution.” 

“you want to put me in handcuffs?” i blurted out and he laughed.

“No...I’ll be the one in the handcuffs. When I’m knotting you, my claws are going to pop and I don’t want to hurt you accidentally. The handcuffs will make sure that my hands stay off you.” 

“Okay.... “

He moved around the room, casually fixing the lights , turning most of them off and leaving only a couple of lamps near the bed on. 

“Would you like to shower?” He prompted. “ I bought... well, there's a nightgown in the bathroom that you could wear. Only if you want to .... No pressure.”

Nightgown?

I nodded and moved to the attached bath .

“the towels are in the cupboard.” He called out behind me when I closed the door. 

I stared around at the bathroom which was almost as large as the living space. A bathtub stood in the corner and it looked large enough to hold three people comfortably. A shower stall stood on the left and I quickly stripped out of my clothes and moved to the shower. 

The buttons took a little time for me to figure them out but the hot water on my body was a welcome relief. The water helped loosen my muscles and the slight twinge in my shoulder was almost fully gone. 

I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and noticed the white box , tied together with a satin ribbon. I opened it carefully half expecting something scandalous.

It wasn’t. 

I pulled out the plain white cotton nightgown, and it looked especially fragile. 

Confused but willing to indulge him, I slipped it on quickly, brushing my teeth and fluffing my hair before stepping out. 

Taehyung was half naked on the bed and I froze near the bathroom. He was wearing just a pair of boxers which did nothing to hide his arousal. 

“You alright , sweetheart?” He said gently and the nickname made my teeth hurt. 

“Umm...yeah. So...we’re just doing this then?” 

“I think its starting...” He said tiredly. 

I startled.

“You said... I thought it was tomorrow..?”

“Guess the guy doesn’t wanna wait that long.” Taehyung muttered tiredly and his eyes flashed red. 

But it didn’t fade back to chestnut brown, the way it usually did.

Instead the irises stayed red, like a ruby , glinting across the distance between us as he stared me down. . 

I could feel the hysteric fear beginning to build and I fought to keep it down. It was okay... He was an Alpha and so his eyes flashed red... that’s all. Jungkook’s eyes had flashed red plenty of times when we were together. 

“Come here.” He patted his lap. 

“Okay. “ I squeaked. 

Feet leaden, I walked over to the bed , climbing over carefully and then scooting across the clean white sheets to reach him. i stayed kneeling near him. 

He was staring at me expectantly.

“Oh, you want me to sit there?” I pointed at his lap.

He looked amused. 

“If it isn’t too much of a bother.” He said primly.  

 Stop acting like its your first time.

I yelled at myself internally before throwing one leg over his thighs, raising myself up to hover over him. Taehyung grabbed the back of my thighs. gripping me hard through the flimsy night gown and yanked me forward till I was seated right on his hardness. 

I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself, staring down into his red eyes as he smiled, a slow calculating grin.

"You're beautiful. I had more than my fair share of dirty dreams about you when we first met." He confessed softly, and I felt pleasure bloom inside me at the shallow compliment. Whatever, no compliment was bad if it came from a guy like Taehyung. 

“I’m sure anyone who meets you has the same compulsion,” I pointed out and he chuckled. 

“I wanted to talk to you about tonight. It isn’t because I want to scare you but because I don’t want to blindside you when it happens. Humans aren’t built to take a knot. They just aren’t. I’m going to go out on a limb and say you haven’t tried anything ....along those lines before?” He asked carefully. 

I shook my head.

“The only were I’ve slept with is Jungkook and he never-”

Taehyung snarled, so sudden and uncalled for that I nearly toppled over. A ripping sound near my waist made me balk, and I stared down at my side, where one incredibly sharp claw had popped , tearing cleanly through the fabric of the nightgown. 

“fuck... I’m sorry... Are you okay?” He whispered urgently, the claw retracting and I could only cling to him, shaking a bit.

“Um....” I stared at him and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead like he’d run a mile. I realized he was struggling to control his wolf, eyes flashing red intermittently. “ Are you alright, Tae?” I asked him, pressing a palm to his chest . He grabbed my wrist before pressing a kiss to the inside of it. 

Taehyung gave me a strangled smile.

“Perhaps, you shouldn’t mention other wolves you’ve slept with when you’re with me,” He suggested and I felt my head swim. 

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ve always thought possessiveness is a pathetic thing to feel for someone but unfortunately as an alpha it pretty much defines my wolf.” He grimaced. 

I reached out, carefully tracing my thumb across his forehead, dabbing up a bit of the sweat gathered there before wiping it on my gown.

“I’m sure you have other redeeming qualities.” I shrugged , grinning and he smiled in return, hands coming up to gently cup my face leading me down for a soft kiss.

The pillowy softness of his lips completely threw me off and I moaned into the kiss, one arm hooking around his neck so I could kiss him better. He tasted heady and minty and altogether delicious, tongue tracing the seam of my lips before slipping in.

There was something incredibly gentle about how he kissed, so at odds with how he behaved when he let his wolf take over and the dichotomy of it was so fascinating to me. 

Kim Taehyung with his soft subtly seductive words, his gentle touches and patient kisses was also Alpha Kim, the wolf with ruby red eyes, blood lust and violence in his gaze when he was threatened. 

When he pulled back I was panting and almost in a trance. 

“I wanted to help you get through tonight without being too hurt. Is that okay?” 

I gave him a bemused smile.

“No, I’d rather you put me through immense pain.” I said drily. 

His eyes narrowed at the sarcasm, and he lightly spanked my thigh. I flinched at the sharp pain, gone before I could fully process it but the delicious heat from the impact stayed, thrumming under my skin. 

“Vixen.” He growled.

I quieted down, watching him expectantly. 

“Why don’t you lie down?” He gave my hips a small squeeze. 

I quickly climbed off him, sinking into the mattress and carefully lying down . 

“I’ll be back. Give me a second.” 

I watched as he carefully climbed off the bed , my gaze drawn to his naked back, the strong width of his shoulders and the way it tapered to his waist. The silk of his boxers left nothing to the imagination and I had to look away, gripping the sheets and breathing evenly through my nose just to curb the urge to whimper. 

Muscle memory is a hell of a thing, I thought desperately, feeling my thighs begin to tingle. Naked man, dim lighting and bed equaled sex in my mind and my body was responding easily to the atmosphere and Taehyung’s gorgeous body was just an added bonus. 

He grabbed something from the cupboard and a bottle from the dresser and I stared, curious as he made his way over. 

“Have you ever dabbled with ....bdsm?” He asked casually , tossing the bottle up and catching it easily.  I stared at his long , long fingers, the way they looked, gripping the surface. 

I felt myself flush from the top of my head all the way down to the soles of my feet. 

“Uh... A couple of times. I was really young.” I said hastily. “ He was...uh..well he was older and...”

“Don’t worry about it. I just didn’t want you to get scared. You’ve been in subspace then?” He was making his way over and I could feel nervousness build. It took a me a second to process what he’d just asked. 

I hesitated. 

“It... I was too scared to fully let go..” I admitted. “ I fall easily and it terrified me because I didn’t fully trust him .” 

Taehyung hummed, moving closer to me and carefully placing a strip of black cloth on the pillow next to my head. He dropped the bottle on the mattress and knelt on the edge, next to me, stroking the hair back from my face and smiling.  

“I understand. Do you  feel that way with me, too? If you do, we can think of some other way to do this. “ 

I felt my eyes flutter shut at the gentle touch of his fingers. 

“I trust you.” I said softly.

He nodded.

“It’s nothing intense , I swear. I just want to blindfold you. And then maybe a little bit of impact play...i noticed you liked that....” His lips quirked. 

I blushed , nodding. He picked up the dark strip of cloth, stretched it between his fingers, testing the give of the material. 

“The blindfold is going to help keep you grounded. No distractions, yeah? I want you to follow my voice and feel my touch, don’t think about anything else ....is that clear?” 

I nodded.

“Words, angel.” He said gently. 

My toes curled at the endearment. 

“Uh... Yes.” 

“Yes, sir.” He corrected gently. 

I felt my body run hot and cold all at once, lips parting and throat going dry. 

“S-Sorry?”

Taehyung chuckled gently and I jumped when he gently placed the blindfold over my eyes, the world dissolving in black before me as he carefully tied the strip behind . 

Once it was secured, I felt the gentle touch of his finger across my cheeks.

“It’s not just about you tonight, is it, pet?” His voice had dipped lower, the drawl more pronounced. “ Don’t you think I deserve to feel good too?” 

I almost sat up , nervous and jittery because I couldn’t see him and I startled when cool hands gripped my waist and shoulder, holding me down.

“What’s wrong, angel?” 

I swallowed.

“Nothing.. I... I’m sorry. “

“Colour?”

I blanked out for a second.

“Red for stop, yellow if you want me to slow down and green if you’re okay to continue, angel.” He said gently.

I nodded again. 

“Words, angel. I need you to use your words at all times.” 

“Yes...” I whispered.

“Yes?” He prompted. 

“Yes sir.” I answered quietly.

“Good girl.” He whispered and I felt the light touch of his lips against mine. I felt my breathing even out at the gentle caress. Fingers fluttered over my hand and I felt him gently loosen my grip on the sheets. 

He gripped my wrist gently and moved it over my shoulder.

“I want your hand over your shoulder at all times. Can you do that for me? If you can’t , I can restrain them for you.” 

I was already moving them down almost unconsciously. He hummed, pulling my wrist back up and I flushed. I wasn’t going to be able to do that. 

“Please ..tie them up for me.” I whispered. 

He didn’t reply and I felt him move away , my body suddenly cold from his absence , and I took deep steadying breaths. I felt myself relaxing against the covers, lips parting as I stopped trying to hold my hands up, just letting them rest on the pillows , limbs loose. 

The touch of something silky to my wrists, made me jump, but fingers pressed my hips, stroking gently.

“Shush....its okay , baby. Let me just take care of you, yeah?” Taehyung’s voice came from right near my ear and I exhaled.

“Yes sir.” I whispered and he laughed softly, the sound mellifluous against my lobe. 

“Now you’re learning. ” He pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth, lips slightly wet and forceful as he breathed , “ Good girl.”  and I felt the words all over me, like euphoria in my veins, spreading to every part of me.

 It was blissful, the way warmth spread through me, my limbs going lax as I felt him carefully tie my wrists to the bed post, the thought if tugging on them didn’t even cross my mind.

 All I wanted to do was to stay here forever, my head clear and thoughts practically nonexistent. It was like nothing existed, except for the endless dark I was in and the touch of his fingers on me. The music of his voice as he whispered praise against my skin. 

I felt bereft when he moved away but he was back before I could fully miss him. 

“I’m going to touch you baby.....Going to make you feel good. Is that okay?”

“Yes sir.”

“Perfect.”

I heard the pop of a bottle opening.

I felt the bed dip as he climbed on, kneeling near my legs. 

A few seconds later, fingers lightly gripped my ankle, warm and smooth.  lifting my foot up and placing it on his lap. 

My lips parted in a filthy moan when he dug his fingertips into my ankle, smoothing out the skin and pain blossomed where he squeezed, the muscles protesting as he gently massaged the knots away. 

“I’m going to get familiar with your body first.... wanna know what makes you feel good.” 

“Okay Tae....” I breathed out.

A sharp spank on my thigh made me jolt in surprise and I gasped, heat licking its way up my leg and making me clench my thighs together . The pain was sharp and stinging and it made my eyes water just a bit.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me, is it pet?” He sounded annoyed and I felt myself scrambling to apologize. 

“No..I’m sorry ... sir.. I’m...”

“I’m being very patient with you , pet. Next time, I won’t stop with one.” 

I nodded before quickly remembering.

“Yes sir.”

He hummed and went back to massaging my feet, first one then the other. I relaxed against the pillows, feeling my eyes grow heavy as he worked his magic on me and time became insignificant.

I didn’t know how long I’d laid there and it was only when his hands moved up, past my knee, across my thighs and then closer my inner thighs that I began to come to myself. 

“Can I take your panties off baby....” He whispered, voice hoarse.

I was breathing through my mouth, slightly dizzy. 

“Yes, sir.” I whispered. Fingers hooked on the edged of the fabric, tugging my underwear down and off me swiftly. Somehow everything inside me shifted when I felt him against my skin. The soothing pleasure disappeared, replaced by apprehension . 

“Beautiful .” He whispered and I swallowed, nervous and scared.

I opened my mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come.

“What’s wrong angel? You alright?” He asked urgently. 

I swallowed again.

“I’m...Sir... I... what are you... I want...” I couldn’t get my thoughts in order and the panic rose again. 

“Its okay baby... tell me what’s wrong?” He whispered gently, and I bit my lips. 

“Red.... I... I’m not... I can’t ....”

He moved away at once and a second later, the blindfold came off . i blinked at the dim light and Taehyung was kneeling right next to me, worry clouding his eyes .

“You okay?” He whispered. 

“Can you ....on top of me? I’m just.. I feel so cold.” I whispered. 

Taehyung smiled, wide before nodding. 

“That’s fine. Anything for you...” 

The next second, I felt him move on top of me, hot and warm, heavy and firm and solid as he pressed into me. I wanted to touch him, to reach out and grip him and anchor myself because I felt like I was about to float away. 

“Should I take the restraints' off?, “ Taehyung read my mind so swiftly , it left me reeling. “  Do you wanna touch me?” He whispered and I nodded. 

“Okay... as you wish baby...we’re doing it your way... okay?” 

“Okay...sir.”

“You can call me Tae....” He  said warmly and I felt myself relax a bit more. He pulled on the restraints quickly and my wrists dropped to the bed t once, my shoulder beginning to throb a little but even the pain was muted, barely there. 

He massaged my wrists gently, pressed a kiss to them and I felt affection bloom inside me along with regret. 

“I’m sorry...” I whispered.

Taehyung glanced at me in surprise and shook his head.

The first time isn’t going to be perfect. It happens.” He kissed me again, gently but firmly, fingers fluttering down my waist .

“First time?” I grinned. “ Wow I didn’t know I was your first, Alpha Kim.” 

“First time with each other , brat.” He lightly spanked my hips and I yelped.

“I’m beginning to think, this whole spanking thing is more for you, than me...” I wrinkled my nose.

Taehyung grinned.

“I prefer paddles and whips actually. “ He said coolly and I felt my heart leap to my throat. 

“I-”

“Don’t worry... only with  absolutely willing partners.” He winked.

And then he groaned, eyes flashing red. 

“Fuck....” He groaned. 

“What’s wrong...?” I whispered, worried. 

“Can I touch you... I think... It’s ... My wolf... “ He muttered and I smiled wrapping both arms around his next and drawing him down for a kiss. 

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“Is this okay....? Fuck...” Taehyung grunted and I keened as his fingers slipped in deeper, stroking and searching and I blinked away tears, face pressed into the pillow as I lay face down on the bed. Taehyung was on me, finger fucking me so well that I’d already cum twice and now my limbs weren’t functioning at all. 

“Okay...just please....” I groaned when another finger traced my entrance and a sob got wrenched out of me when he dipped it in lightly.

“Doing so well for me baby, taking my fingers so well... Can’t wait to see you wrapped around my knot....gonna claim you and fuck you so well, my pretty , pretty pet...” He pushed the fourth finger in and the stretch made me wail. 

Taehyung had a filthy , filthy mouth and everything he said made me want to cry. The stretch of four fingers was too much and I had to grit my teeth, breathe through my mouth just to stay in my senses. I took deep shuddering breaths, willing myself not to start sobbing. 

“I’m so sorry... “ He kept apologizing, alternating the push and pull of his fingers with wet, messy kisses along my shoulder. I groaned , eyes heavy as I tried to stay conscious.

“..’s too much...” I slurred, my eyes wet with tears and lashes damp. 

“Just a bit more... I don’t wanna hurt you when I... when we ... please baby...just hold on a little yeah...” Taehyung sounded desperate.

I sobbed out in protest when his fingers went in deeper, cleaving my insides and trying to make room where there was none. It went on for a few minutes and then his thumb was brushing my clit, lightly , barely a brush and I was cumming again, clamping around his fingers so hard that I felt like I was crumbling on the inside.

“Okay.... “ Taehyung kept his fingers inside me, soothing me through the tremors., “ I think... It’s okay... I think this should work.” He pressed one last kiss to my shoulder and I made to turn over but he held my shoulders down. 

“Let’s do it like this, angel.... It’ll hurt less.” He whispered and then he was pulling his fingers out , spreading my thighs apart so he could lie in between and I whimpered at the emptiness, feeling like I’d stepped right off a cliff , but before I could hit bottom and shatter, he was on me, grounding me, gripping me tight as he pressed his hardness against me.

“You ready?” He whispered.

I managed a weak nod and a second later he pushed in .

It felt a little like being stabbed straight through, only a million times more pleasurable. 

And then he was gripping my waist, lifting me up and moving me till I was on all fours, staring at the rungs of his four poster bed. He moved his hips gently, pulling out just a bit before pushing back in and I felt my eyes roll back in my head. 

He was so fucking big even the four fingers felt like too little of a stretch. 

His hands came around to grasp the lower rung of the bed. 

“Put the handcuffs on me .” He said from behind me and I exhaled harshly, trying not to collapse into the bed as I fumbled with the metal restraints. My head felt heavy, my body thrumming with adrenaline and exhaustion and I could feel the messy wetness between my thighs, dripping down the length of my legs and pooling on the soft white sheets. 

When the handcuffs had locked both his wrists in place he shuddered behind me. He was so big inside me that I couldn’t even clench down on him, my inner walls stretched so wide around him that I felt like I was inch away from coming apart.

“We’re doing this... any last wishes?” 

I smiled despite myself , shaking my head.

“Is it too late to say I don’t put out on the first date?” I choked out and his laughter, warm and inviting flooded my senses, a better aphrodisiac than the hour long foreplay he’d subjected me to. 

“Is it too early to say that I want to do this to you, everyday for the rest of our lives.” He whispered and I felt my eyes widen in shock, the confession so unexpected that I actually nearly pulled away from him. 

But before I could fully relish what I’d just heard, he was gripping the bed hard and pulling out before shoving right back in. 

“Oh, God...” I choked out as he fucked into me, each thrust carefully sharp and strong. He had insane control over his hips, the steady staccato of his body hitting the back of my thigh, loud and incessant in the quiet darkness. 

“Touch yourself for me baby..... come on make yourself cum so I can make you mine...” He said harshly and I felt the warm wetness of his lips against my shoulder, kissing and leaving wet trails as he mouthed at the skin there.....and I slipped a finger between my legs , rubbing lightly at my clit , my body screaming in protest because I had long fallen over the edge of overstimulation and this was just too much , too fast now. But I kept my eyes closed, listening to his voice as I gently rubbed circles on the swollen nub at my entrance and when I felt my orgasm hit, my eyes flew open.

“Tae, I’m....” I began , raising my head as I began to clamp down on him . My eyes widened as the hands in front of me transformed, claws popping out from each finger , razor sharp and deadly. 

I closed my eyes in terror, a scream getting torn out of me just as Taehyung growled behind me, pushing hard inside me, going deeper than I thought was even possible. The lips at my shoulder moved, pulling back and my eyes flew open in shock when twin pricks of pain bloomed on the junction between my neck and shoulder. 

Fear broke through the adrenaline fueled mess of pleasure in my head and I whimpered when he sank his fangs into me, teeth breaking skin without any effort and the hot, warm wetness of my blood as it gushed out of the tear. as right. 

Humans did not belong with wolves because this...this was just so effing painful.

And then before I could fully recover from the pain of the bite, I felt him shifting inside me. And then somehow he seemed to be getting bigger, inside me. 

“I’m so sorry , baby.” Taehyung whispered, “ Can you get the  handcuffs.?”

I pulled on the safety in the handcuff and he pulled his hands away, gripping my waist and lightly turning me over till I was on my side, panting as he stayed inside me . We lay there, staring at the side wall, him spooning me as he struggled to stay still inside me, because everytime he moved, I whimpered. 

“Just a few minutes.... I... I can’t pull out for a few minutes.” He whispered, now licking away at the blood on the bite mark and I couldn’t bring myself to respond because it felt a little like I was being split into two. 

“How... how much bigger are you going to get?” I choked out , vaguely aware that he was still cumming inside me that there was so much of it that it was beginning to drip out of me.

Taehyung didn’t reply and I closed my eyes. 

The pain was building , now, steady and sure, slowly replacing the pleasure and I wondered briefly if I should have gotten drunk for this. But Taehyung had been very adamant about me being sober. 

I flinched when he shifted a little.

“So that’s it then ? We’re werewolf married now?” I choked out.

Taehyung chuckled.

“Yes, we’re werewolf married.” He said gently and moved to touch my face but the movement jostled him inside me and I let out a low keen of pain. Taehyung froze. 

“Does it hurt too bad?” he asked worriedly.

I grimaced.

“Not the most pleasant wedding I’ve been to.....But definitely prefer it to getting shot though.” I choked out and he laughed,  stilling quickly when I whined at the movement. 

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry...Once I can move, i’ll get you the pain killers and I’ll clean the bite mark too. It’s not too bad. Don’t think you’ll need stitches even. “ 

I blinked back tears as the pain intensified steadily. 

I felt my eyes grow heavy , exhaustion slowly seeping in along with the pain.

“I think... I’m gonna pass out.” I whispered. 

Taehyung kissed me gently.

“That’s probably your body offering you some respite. You should probably take it up on that offer.  “ He whispered and I couldn’t even muster a smile. 

Instead I closed my eyes and let the darkness wash over me. 

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Author’s Note : Did I really just write 7k of bad porn ?  Why yes...yes I did. 

Also poor taehyung, my baby really tried to make it good for her :’( 

As always comments are love <3 Please show me more love <3 I’m needy.....