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Camp Seventeen: Chapter 1

Pairing - Afab!reader x ot13 (Reader x Seungcheol, Reader x Soonyoung for this Ch)

Word count - 13K

Genre - Greek Demigod AU! We’ve got crack, smut (tags for the chapter are under the cut), fluff , angst, hurt, comfort, all of it in this series, buckle up!

Chapter summary - It's been a week since you stepped foot in Camp Seventeen - as you navigated the days trying to wrap your head around the 13 boys, one's touch and another's voice start to become a bit too bothersome....

A/n - And the series has finally kickstarted! Please read the prologue before this! Big thanks to @okiedokrie and @c-oupsie for helping beta read this, y'all are the sweetest <3

I do have a taglist so comment on this post to be added! And if you enjoyed reading, please don't forget to leave feedback in the comments or tags - we've got lots of chapters to go and hearing thoughts really helps <3

Smut warnings - mutual masturbation, fingering, use of a very questionable dildo, is this considered cheating? Idk it's all blur here, jerking off, cum feeding, cum eating and I hope that's all?

“Fucking hell.” 

You mumbled, waking up the same way you had been for the last one week - startled and nearly jumping off your bed. 

While most people began their days to the ringing of alarm clocks (or roosters if they preferred the countryside), you regularly woke up to the sound of Seungcheol’s eagle screeching in your ear. 

Turning your head, you glanced at Zephyr perched on the window before it gave you a short nod of acknowledgement and flew off into the darkness. Yes darkness, because unlike most people, your day also began at 4 fucking am in the morning. 

Groaning and stretching, you sat up, holding back the large yawn that was threatening to pull you back to sleep. If Zephyr was here to wake you up, that meant you were late yet again and you hated that - you had done too many walks of shame to the training field and were in no mood to be conspicuously stared at by 13 boys as you stumbled over, carrying all your gear. 

Knowing you didn’t have enough time to drop by the washroom, you popped a mint and sprayed some deodorant before quickly grabbing your things and running out into the darkness. 

The sun was just starting to peek from between the mountains as the House Of Zeus became smaller and smaller behind you. Although you had a long list of concerns living with Seungcheol, an unbeatable advantage was how close his residence was to the training grounds. Still, you could somehow never manage to be punctual. By the time you reached, you were 15 minutes late and Seokmin had already begun the morning drills. 

“Two laps around the field newbie.” He muttered as you walked past him, habituated to receiving the same punishment everyday. 

While you begrudgingly jogged around the perimeter of the grounds, your mind wandered to everything and nothing that happened over the past few days. 

Life at camp so far had been…. strange. 

You would be lying if you said you were already accustomed to life here. You most certainly were not. And forget a week, not even a year could prepare you for what living in the wild was like. 

To begin with, there was no electricity here. That’s right, no lights, no air conditioning, no Internet, nothing. 

Member’s began their days at sunrise and ended it as sunset - after all nothing much could be done in the dim illuminance of the fire torches scattered all around the base. So of course for you, who functioned best from 1 to 3am, this archaic way of life was highly inconvenient. 

The only place that had even a trace of something technologically advanced was the Great Hall - some of the more brainy boys had managed to set up a small circuit for kitchen appliances, laundry machines, a small charging station and that was about it. Rumor was that Wonwoo's residence had its own circuit too, but no one could really confirm that intel - it was as though none of them had ever ventured into the House of Hades. 

And as though the lack of scientific inventions was not enough, showers…..were communal. Apparently it made more sense that water lines were directed to one common bath house rather than to each individual house. For them it was definitely more convenient to have the baths, jacuzzi and sauna all in one place, but for you that meant waiting everyday after training for the whole lot of them to be done washing up before you could do the same, with some privacy. 

Oh and speaking of privacy, in the last week you spent here, you had come to realize that in this all-boys-greek-mythology world, it was privacy that was the real myth. Obviously after years of living together the boys were close but sometimes, they were perhaps a tad bit too close - like the time you had walked in on Mingyu and Seokmin boxing in just their underwear or when Soonyoung and Seungkwan sat right next to you, loudly comparing their dick sizes. You usually drew the line at phallic discussions.

The one place on camp that perhaps gave you some alone time and space away from the mess that the boys were, was the library. Considering you had shifted the last year of your University to an online study, you had a shit ton of assignments to complete and that was the only place you were able to get anything done at all. It was like the boys didn’t even know the study building existed - no one cared enough to go there so yeah, maybe occasionally, you also allowed yourself to let down your hair, sing in your horribly off pitch voice and dance to beats from your walkman. Outside those four walls it was impossible for you to feel even a little peace and quiet. 

Surprisingly, not even the temple, which one would think would be a place of sanctity, was spared from the deviant actions of the boys. The altar was less a place of worship and more a place for bargains and exchange deals - it was the only way to connect to the gods, aka, the parents in Olympus. 

You had come to learn that just like the human world, not all God parents loved their kids the same - some members were regularly showered with gifts and goods, others would not receive so much as a response. You found yourself falling in the second half. Your father never cared for you in the human world and apparently, neither did your mother. 

Brushing off the thoughts of the woman you had thought was dead for the last 25 years, you wrapped up your punishment and joined the boys for morning exercises, ready to start yet another tiring day. 

“All done!” 

Joshua gave you a sweet smile as he stepped out of the bath house, rubbing the towel into his wet hair. Thanking him softly, you walked into the showers, stripped out of your clothes and turned on the hot water. The mud that Minghao had you rolling in today as part of combat training washed off as the heat worked to soothe your aching muscles. Lathering shampoo onto your scalp, you finally felt yourself relaxing, letting your favorite citrus smell take over your senses. Outside the bath house, you could hear Seungcheol raising his voice, instructing all the members to head for breakfast, loud footsteps following his words. 

Choi Seungcheol….. Living with him so far had been frustrating. 

When you first stepped into his residence, you told him that you’ve always lived alone so it might take you a while to adjust to living with someone and Seungcheol seemed to inwardly decide that giving you space was his life's purpose. After that, whenever you appeared before him, he politely greeted you and walked away. Whenever you stood as much as two feet near him he took a step back, like he didn't want to intrude on your personal space. Whenever you sat in his vicinity, he excused himself stating he'll give you some ‘me-time’. 

You wish he knew how much you were in fact craving for the exact opposite - You wanted Choi Seungcheol. God you so badly wanted him. 

It wasn't like you could just make a move on him because 

1.Hell no you didn't want him or anyone in this camp to realise just how (as Jihoon called it) thirsty you were and 

2. Seungcheol wasn’t just anybody, he was the leader. Members bowed to him when he walked by, even the companions, specially Patricia who listened to no one, obeyed him - anything and everything on this camp premises held him at the highest regard. You couldn't just walk up to such a man and tell him, “hey, you're hella hot and I'm hella attracted to you, I wish you would ravage me.”???? 

All you could hope was that Seungcheol somehow approached you on his own but that seemed questionable given the clear line he had drawn between the two of you. 

The one person you wished would actually draw a line was the first one to always cross it - Yoon Jeonghan. You knew he and Seungcheol were the same age and that they were close but you didn't understand just how close they had to be for Athena's son to barge into the leaders residence whenever he wanted? Even at times you were changing your clothes or lying casually on the bed in your night dresses that barely covered anything. 

The most infuriating part was Jeonghan did not ever apologize - he'd just laugh and walk away and you wanted to do nothing more than throw a shoe at him. For some reason he enjoyed getting on your nerves, he enjoyed making you angry and it wasn’t just you - in the last one week, it was evident that Jeonghan was a pain in everyone's ass but somehow they all adored him? You didn't get why they all seemed to love a man who always liked to pull their leg, never leaving any chance to fool them with his wit - you assumed they just preferred to be on his good side so all his harmless fun remained harmless. 

Even Joshua, who was one of the sweetest people you knew, seemed to have a soft spot for Jeonghan. 

When you asked him why he said before Jeonghan joined camp, Seungcheol was very uptight and ran the camp like a military barrack - it was the former’s pranks and carefree attitude that allowed members to be at ease. Though he was talking about Jeonghan, you knew what Joshua’s words truly reflected were his own good nature. He just seemed like the kind of guy who could do no wrong - like a pure, sweet soul. The days after you first arrived at camp it was Joshua who showed you around, guided you with everything and tried to make you feel at home. No one else really tried to get to know you as a person - they were all more interested about how and why you landed in their camp. 

It also helped that Joshua was extremely pleasant on the eyes - at times when you didn’t want to feel overburdened by thoughts, you loved to sit next to him and watch him work on his little craft for the day or write that new novel of his. Yes he was good looking and yes when he smiled, you felt dazzled, but it was his sweet disposition that made you choose his company over the other members.

On the days he would go off to the city for some work, the next best place you found yourself was on Jun’s farm. Not that he was particularly nice to you or anything, Jun was…. quiet. He seemed to always do his thing, not bothering anyone, only speaking when required. When the evenings rolled around, you liked to take Natalie on a walk to visit the man she had a big fat crush on. Honestly though, who wouldn’t have a crush on someone like Jun - though he was the one working in the fields, it was you who was sweating, just watching him. 

Although you did want to talk to him, try to get to know him a little bit, you chose not to - as someone who enjoyed the peace and quiet, you decided to let at least some member offer you that because guys like Soonyoung sure as hell could not. 

Soonyoung was…….. A teenager stuck in a man’s body. Oh yeah he was hot as hell - just the nice build with muscles popping in all the right places. He knew how to dress better than most people on camp too - if you had seen him somewhere else, you would have thought he was one of those cool kids you always saw on campus. 

But that image of him was destroyed the moment he sat on a Leopard and insisted it was a tiger. Over the last week, that was the predominant discussion between the two of you. That and his incessant flirting. Or rather, attempt to flirt. All he came across was cheesy, kinda humorous and loud. Extremely loud. 

Wonwoo on the other hand was as silent as the night. 

Most of the time you didn’t even know if and when he was around, it was like he was non-existent. The members too didn’t seem to bother much with what he did - you noticed he didn’t wash up with the others, often hitting the showers after you were done. He never came for any meals on time, he always stayed back, even after all the members dispersed for the day - he just seemed to function however he liked and no one questioned him. He never questioned you either - Not once did Wonwoo ever attempt to make conversation with you or even meet your eye. It was like he couldn’t care less and that wasn't very pleasant for you. 

Someone who seemed to care a lot though, was Jihoon. Oh Jihoo was quiet too, but somehow he had his eyes on everything. Everything you did, everything you saw, even everything you felt seemed to find its way into Jihoon’s radar - he just knew. It terrified you that he was able to see right through you but the good thing about Jihoon was that he generally kept his mouth shut and wasn’t too keen on discussing his observations. Regardless, his presence made you feel extremely conscious and a part of you often tried to not be alone with him, lest he could read your mind or something. 

As the last of the soap rinsed off you, you turned off the water and grabbed your towel, patting yourself down. Your body was sore and aching all over - Minghao said that was because you were not used to such combat routines and in a few months time you would get used to it but you weren’t really sure if you had it in you to tolerate all this for that long. 

You also still had no idea what exactly these skills were needed for but from the conversations you overheard, it sounded like some sort of competition? That was both unlikely and terrifying cause who really competed with swords and spears anymore but if it was true, then what the actual hell??? Minghao said he didn’t want to scare you with the details just yet and would explain everything when the time came. For now, you were to focus on building your core strength and basic self defense, in case the camp is ever attacked…. Yes, cause that is less scary, way to make one feel better. 

But that was the thing about Minghao - he did not have the habit of sugar coating things. He was honest with his feedback no matter how rude it sounded and though sometimes it did make you feel like shit, he also made sure to push you to do better. You knew if there was anyone you could approach for a real, unbiased opinion, it was him. 

The same could not be said for Mingyu though - everything that came out of his mouth was saccharine sweet to the point it actually annoyed you. There was no doubt he was a nice guy - he was handsome, goofy, really good with his hands, really really good with his brain but the same didn’t extend to his mouth. His style of getting your attention was to ceaselessly seek validation and unfortunately for him, you weren’t really someone who was great with words of affirmation. When he was not trying so hard to please though, Mingyu was truly the biggest sweetheart with the fattest, most caring heart you had ever come across - the kind one wanted to wrap in bubble wrap and tuck away safely. 

Seokmin too fell in the same category - the type who was so precious, it was hard to believe people like him even existed. The only reason you were able to survive these few weeks of training despite coming late was because Seokmin had your back every time Seungcheol wasn’t watching - allowing you to take breathers, overlooking the fact that you were doing less sets than you were supposed to, things of that sort. He was always sweet and calm, giving you soft smiles and sweet eye crinkles. 

With his members though, Seokmin was a whole different person - he was unnaturally loud, extremely energetic and all over the place. The problem was, you didn’t know which of the two was the real him. You weren’t really sure why but something told you Seokmin wasn’t the man he seemed like and a strange curiosity coursed through you every time you interacted with him. 

Seungkwan on the other hand was the exact opposite, he was exactly what he seemed like - always annoyed, unabashedly honest and unnecessarily snarky. In a way, you understood him - Seungkwan had the habit of taking on many things at once and keeping him unbelievably busy. In university, you too were like this - you took extra modules, signed up for multiple clubs, worked an internship alongside a couple of part time jobs and more. You liked to be occupied, to not allow yourself the room to think about what your life could have been otherwise. Maybe that’s why you saw yourself in Mr. Busy Boo - always roaming around with that bluetooth in his ear, attending some meeting or the other, frequently heading to the city to get work done - ‘rest’ was just not a word in his dictionary.

But even amidst all this business and even though his automated response was to snap back at people, he still managed to bond really well with the members despite having joined the camp only a few months before you had. It was like they all needed him to be their constant reality check. 

The one who you thought required his presence more than anyone was Hansol. A man like him whose entire personality was avoidant needed someone like Seungkwan who would drag him into everything forcibly. Hansol wasn’t like Wonwoo, who was unbothered, couldn’t care less and pretended like you didn’t exist. Hansol was well aware of your presence and chose to actively avoid you every time - if you remembered right, there were even instances when he had practically run away from you. Something was just weird about that guy. 

Perhaps the most normal of them all was Chan - actually he was just as loud and consistently blabbering much like some of the others but something about him made you feel very fond of him. Sure he was the same age as you but he felt like a child, always babied by his members, always grinning like a cheshire cat. And consequently, you too naturally babied him and Chan too enjoyed it - the two of you were perfectly content with your dynamic. 

If only you got that same feeling with everyone else……

As you grabbed your things and stepped out of the bath house fully dressed, Wonwoo was standing outside with a towel slung on his shoulder, scrolling through his phone. Without so much as looking at you, he walked past you, into the shower room, loudly shutting the door behind him. 

“Can you ever be on time?” Jeonghan sighed, handing you a plate of pancakes as you looked around realizing everyone was nearly done with breakfast. “It’s not my job to wait your table every morning.” 

“Until you lot arrange for me to have my own shower,”  You grabbed an apple, taking a bite into it as you sat at the extra long dining table. “I’m afraid this is exactly how late I will be everyday.” 

“You know what they say sweetie,” Soonyoung whisked the apple from your hand, taking a bite of his own. “If you can’t beat the crowd, join the crowd.”

You looked at him exasperatedly, knowing that he was just talking out of his ass. Maybe if it was someone else you'd be offended but seeing his childlike face and full cheeks, you were only mildly amused. 

“I'm more of the ‘don't join the crowd, let it follow you’ kinds.”

“Oh I'd follow you anywhere Y/n.” He sighed dreamily as you laughed, taking a bite out of your pancakes that were still too hot. 

“How about you start following your own girlfriend instead Kwon?” Minghao walked around the kitchen island shooting Soonyoung an unimpressed look. “Rumour is that she was seen outside the Dreamboys Disco and we all know exactly what one goes there for.”

“She's not my girlfriend anymore.” Soonyoung muttered. “We broke up.”

“Weren't you just planning an anniversary trip two days ago?” Seokmin looked at him quizzically. 

“Yeah then we argued over a location and she said it was better we broke up for a while.” 

“This is what, your third breakup this month?”

“Fifth.” He whispered sadly in a way that made you want to pat his back. “Sixth actually, if you count the one that lasted for 3 hours.” 

“I'll never understand these on again off again kind of relationships.” Seungkwan clicked his tongue, hurriedly grabbing a banana, balancing all the files in his hand. “The only thing it screams to me is disrespect.” 

“Okay Mr. Seung-I-am-the-son-of-Hera-and-marriage-is-the-way-of-life-Kwan” Soonyoung rolled his eyes. “Not every traditional relationship is healthy, and not everything unconventional is toxic.”

“Yes, except yours is both unconventional and toxic.” Seungkwan scoffed, raising his hand before Soonyoung retaliated. “I can’t care enough right now, tiger boy, I’m already late. We can reschedule your relationship counseling session sometime later.” 

“How about never?” Soonyoung grumbled as Seungkwan rushed off, attending a call on his bluetooth. “Who’s idea was it for him to join the camp again?” 

“Mine.” Seungcheol slid onto the seat across you, raising an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?” 

“Nope.” Soonyoung shook his head fast. “Absolutely not.”

Smirking just a little, Seungcheol turned to you, sliding a couple pieces of chicken breast off his plate onto yours. “You need to eat more Y/n, that little won’t last you through the day.” 

“Same goes for you..” Jeonghan mumbled, placing a bottle of protein shake near Seungcheol who gave him a grateful smile. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jun increase the portion of chicken to buy on the huge shopping list scribbled on the white board.

If there was anything you absolutely loved about this camp, it was the brotherhood. No matter what each member was like individually, as a team, they loved and cared about each other immensely. You weren’t really sure if and when they could extend the same for you but having lived alone nearly all your life, a part of you craved to be one of them, to be cared for like that. 

“I won’t be able to make it for the meeting tonight.” Wonwoo, as usual, strolled in much later than you and no one, as usual, had any complaints with that. In fact rather uncharacteristically nicely, Jeonghan handed him breakfast, shooting him a worried look.

“Why, what’s wrong?” 

“I need to drop by the headquarters today.” He sighed, sitting a couple of seats away from you. “There’s an important official coming and apparently my presence is needed.” 

“Will you be back by nightfall?” Seungcheol asked, looking concerned. You knew why he was worried - if Wonwoo wasn’t there on camp grounds at night that meant all the members had to take their places on the perimeter to guard overnight. Sleep was not an option that night. 

“Yeah,” Wonwoo replied, not looking up. “I will just have to miss out on the meeting for the lawsuit.” 

Right that meeting. The one you, Jeonghan and Wonwoo, had been trying to have for days now to sort out the biggest mess of your life. 

“Shouldn’t be a problem, Nonu.” Mingyu patted his shoulder, shooting you a wink. “Y/n has other plans with me today anyways.” 

You frowned confused as Mingyu clarified. “You were going to finalise your house plan so I could start construction, remember?” 

Oh yeah, you had that too. 

“Awesome, then I can go to the city today.” Jeonghan clapped cheerily, taking his apron off. 

“You don’t work today though…..” Jun muttered, looking at the shortage in the lunch boxes he had packed. 

“Don’t worry about food, I got some friends to meet over lunch.” The older man shot him a two-fingered salute before jogging out of the dining hall, earning Seungcheol’s tired sigh. 

“I can never keep up with him-” 

“Cab leaves in five!” Chan shouted, poking his head through the window. 

The members around immediately stuffed the last of their breakfast, grabbing their things hurriedly, rushing out to get the front seat in Chan’s car. Afterall, the ones behind had to squeeze to fit themselves in and the one hour bumpy ride to the city was not fun. From their collective groans though you could tell Jeonghan had called shotgun - the asshole was lucky as usual. 

Seungcheol downed the last of his breakfast with a fond laugh before turning to you. 

“Have a nice day Y/n, I’ll see you later.” 

You tried not to smile back at him too widely as your eyes followed him leaving the premises. When you turned back to your meal, you could feel a set of eyes keenly looking at you. Looking up, you saw Jihoon staring at you with a small smirk, his expression all knowing. Gulping, you excused yourself from there. 

You stared at the blueprint before you, humming skeptically. 

“Are you still not happy with the design?” Mingyu sighed, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know.” You drawled. “Something about it feels….off.” 

“Something about your own design that you made for your own house feels off?” 

“Gyu.” Joshua chastised, standing up from the couch and walking over to you. “Artists second guess their work all the time, have some patience.” 

“I am patient.” The bigger man pointed. “But she’s unbelievably indecisive.” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” You looked up at Mingyu guiltily. “It’s just, I’m wondering if having a bathroom in my residence is a good idea or if I should just have another small one built by the bath house? I mean think about it - my residence is so far from the training grounds and the dining hall, if I had to walk all this distance everyday, I’m only going to be more late-” 

“I get it.” Mingyu patted your back. “I get your concerns but the sooner we finalize this, the sooner I can get to building it and the sooner you can get out of Seungcheol’s house and into your own space.” 

Ahhh. 

Right. 

A part of you was thankful that Jihoon wasn’t a part of this discussion otherwise he would’ve seen right through your subtle attempts to delay this process. You didn’t want to be an inconvenience on purpose but….. You were just a girl and you wanted to get to know Cheol a little better. It didn’t help that he was barely ever at home, leaving at the crack of dawn for training and only returning very late at night, after he finished attending night school doing that stupid astronomy degree of his. The only time you ever got with him was on Sunday because members did not train on Sundays - everyone was free to do whatever they wanted. And you wanted to do Cheol. 

So far you only had the chance to spend one weekend alone with him and maybe just maybe if you pushed your house construction a little you’d have the chance for another weekend or two. Then perhaps, you’d be able to take this unresolved, unnecessary tension with him somewhere. 

“How about you take a few days and work on your plan again Y/n?” Joshua rolled up the large paper carefully, handing it to you. “Whenever you’re ready let me and Mingyu know - we’ll try and figure out the materials, budget, feasibility and all that.” 

“It’s times like this I miss Jeonghan’s brain.” Mingyu clicked his tongue, disappointed. “Where did he say he was off to again?” 

“When does he ever tell us?” Joshua mumbled. “He should be back by nightfall though. Jun said he needed help with the fertilizer composition and Han told him he would help.” 

“Wow, he’s capable of being useful.” You rolled your eyes, stashing the blueprint into your bag. Mingyu and Joshua laughed, amused.

“Jeonghan is always useful..” 

“We still haven’t managed to figure out a thing about my lawsuit and my hearing is in a few weeks-” 

“Han and Wonwoo will sort it out Y/n, don’t worry.” Joshua rubbed your arm comfortingly. “They’re the best one can ask for.” 

“Yeah except I can’t seem to ask Jeonghan for anything cause he’s a little bitch or ask Wonwoo anything because for that he would need to realise that I exist and I don’t think he does.” 

“Wonwoo hyung is….” Mingyu trailed off. “He’s a little hard to understand. Just give him some time. Once you figure him out, you’ll know why he’s like this.”

Exasperated, you shook your head and walked away. Time was the one thing you never seemed to have. 

Like always, as the sun began setting you glanced out of the window of the library catching sight of the varied hues in the sky. On the camp ground you could see Mingyu riding his big mechanical bull, lighting up the fire torches around for the night. Pulling out the lighter from your bag, you stared at the candles stacked in the middle of the table. 

Sighing you cast the lighter aside and snapped your fingers, watching the flames come to life in your hand, dancing across your palm. Stretching your fingers, and moving your hand around, you watched the orange yellow light just glide across your skin like it was a pretty accessory and not literal fire that should have obliterated your hand by now. 

Fire never did burn you - how could it when a mere thought could make it come alive in your hands. You first discovered this when you were 16 and accidentally dunking your hand in a pot full of boiling water did not leave so much as a scar. Even though you were unscathed you roamed around for a few days with a fully bandaged hand - the world would have thought you were some sort of freak otherwise. Over the years you tried to play with fire in many ways, just to test your limits, just to see how far you could go and each time, much to your own dismay, the limit didn’t exist. Each time proved just how much you didn’t fit in the world, just how much you deserved to be alone because you really were a freak. 

But that was until a few weeks ago. 

Until you discovered it wasn’t the inability to burn that was the true madness - it was your ability to create fire itself. 

From there things spiraled. You learnt you weren’t the anomaly but a part of a rather large group of such circus acts - a world completely hidden from your own. In a cascade of events you were thrown into camp seventeen out of no will of your own and now, this was your life, this was your world. 

Holding your flaming hand over your redrawn sketches you glanced at them. Thanks to the two boys yet again canceling the meeting with you, you found yourself working in the library earlier than usual, exhausted by the time the sun set. As you debated between working a little more or heading back, the door opening with a slow creak made the decision for you - if it was windy outside, it was most likely going to rain and you didn’t want to stay long enough to get drenched. Quickly dousing the flame and blowing out the candles, you grabbed all your things and saw your way out. 

In the darkness, the camp was quiet as usual. You figured most of the members must’ve retired to their residences for the night and when you reached the House of Zeus, surprisingly, so had Seungcheol. 

“Y-you’re home.” You stuttered, watching the shirtless man, doing sit ups in the middle of the living room in the dim golden light of the paraffin lamps. 

Evidently Seungcheol hadn’t expected your presence so soon either because at the sound of your voice, he got up with a jerk, pulling a muscle in his abdomen. 

“Cheol oh my god-” 

“You’re early.” He got up wincing, holding the side of his trunk. “I’m sorry I should have been doing this in my room-” 

“I mean, the whole house is yours-” 

“There’s a heavy rain forecast today, not really much astronomy I can do-” 

“Yeah I came back because of the rain too-” 

“Yeah me too….” Seungcheol trailed off realising how silly he sounded. 

Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he attempted to put it on, groaning miserably at the pain shooting up his abdomen. Watching him struggle, you quickly dropped your things and tried to reach for him to help out, but just as your finger barely grazed over his skin, he stumbled back like he was electrocuted, pushing your hand away. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

“Cheol…. “ You frowned, confused. “I was just trying to help-” 

 “Seungcheol.” He corrected. “And I don’t need your help Y/n. Please just…. stay away from me.” 

You blinked at a complete loss of words at his unwarranted behaviour. Unsure about how you felt, you grabbed your bag from the floor, turned on your heel and walked out silently, the same way you came in. 

As usual, bad luck had followed you on your way out. 

Not only was your life miserable, the weather too decided to be a pain in your ass and it started drizzling the moment you stepped out of Seungcheol’s house. 

Even though the water was cold and you were shivering, you took off in the rain. You needed to get as far away from here as you could. 

You were such a fool. You should have known that Seungcheol wasn’t being nice or giving you your space, on the contrary he was keeping his distance, putting you at an arm’s length. It was evident today - not only was he uninterested, but somehow it seemed like your very presence was disturbing him in some way. 

And there was you who was always desperately wishing for the smallest interaction with him.. What an idiot. 

Hugging yourself, you walked further down the cobbled path. Tomorrow you were going to finalise your house plan with Mingyu and get out of Cheol’s house as soon as possible. But as much as you wanted to avoid him and pull yourself away, a part of you was still aching at the loss of something that you believed had a lot of potential. Why did it have to be him of all people? Why couldn’t it have been someone like Mingyu - he was hot as hell and unlike his leader, he actively showed interest in you all the time. 

As you raised your head, Mingyu’s house loomed before you and your feet, as if they had a brain of their own, took you towards his mini mansion of a residence. That was until you saw Jihoon stepping out of the same place and instinctively took a swift u-turn. 

The last person who could see you right now was Jihoon - that man would read you like an open book and know exactly how fucking embarrased you were. Hoping to god he didn’t spot you, you quickly ran, entering the nearest gate for temporary refuge, till you got out of his sight. 

But in hindsight, perhaps falling in Jihoon’s line of vision was better than the situation you had landed yourself in….. You weren’t really sure who’s house you had trespassed until the low growling expressed just how much his companion disliked it. 

Horang. 

Realising you had quite literally thrown yourself into the den of a wild cat, you froze, praying that it didn’t notice you and you could slip out as easily as you slipped in. But before you could do anything, a hand grabbed you quickly, leading you into the neighbouring cottage, shutting the door behind you. 

“Are you insane?” Soonyoung looked at you confused, shaking the water off his hair. “Why would you enter Horang’s enclosure unless you wanted to be ripped apart.” 

“I didn’t know….” You rubbed your arms, generating heat. “I was just….trying to escape the rain.” 

“You should have knocked on my door then..” He muttered, disappearing for a split second, returning with a towel in his hand. “Horang isn’t used to you yet so please don’t venture near my tiger in my absence - he only listens to me.” 

You tried not to hyperfixate on the inappropriate labeling of Horang in the off chance that an annoyed Soonyoung threw you back out. Instead, you accepted his towel, patting yourself dry, still shivering a little. With his hands on your shoulder, Soonyoung led you to the fireplace, guiding you to sit on the couch across. As you did, you glanced around his residence.

This was the first time you were in Soonyoung’s place and in all honesty, it looked much like that designated room in college dorms where all the parties happened - he had party lights everywhere, streamers hanging from the ceiling and techno music softly playing over the speakers. 

When you turned back to him, Soonyoung held out a christmas mug, with a grin. “Mulled wine.”

“I can’t.” You shook your head although in the headspace you were in, you could really use some alcohol. “I won’t be able to wake up on time tomorrow.” 

“It’s not like you’ll be on time even if you were sober.” He chuckled, immediately regretting his words as you narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re in the House of Dionysus. This is literally the only hot drink I have to offer.” 

Sighing you took it from him, desperate to have something warm coursing through your body after all that coldness you experienced earlier. 

“So, why are you out and about in the rain?” Soonyoung sank into the couch beside you, sipping a drink of his own. 

“I….just needed to be away from that house for a while.” You mumbled, taking a sip. 

“Why? Has Seungcheol gotten overbearing already?” 

“It’s not him….” 

“It’s always him.” Soonyoung sighed. “But it’s not his fault. He just has a lot of pressure on him to be perfect as a leader, you know? That sort of thing gets to you.” 

“I know. It’s just….. “ You sighed, not knowing how to explain things to him. “Forget it, I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“No, tell me.” He whined making you turn to him, finally noticing he was fully dressed from head to toe like he was about to march right into a party. 

“Are you going somewhere?” 

“Work?” Soonyoung stated like it was obvious. “Don’t tell me you forgot what I do.” 

You looked at him sheepishly. “I’ve been here for just a week Kwon and there’s thirteen of you so I’m sorry if it’s taking me some time.” 

“Forgiven.” He nodded amused. “I own the Midnight club in the city centre.” 

“Right, that big Demigod rave place.” 

“No, the Midnight club is for humans. There’s another club hidden behind it, After Hours - That’s for Demigods exclusively.” 

You let out an oh of realization as Soonyoung continued. 

“Business usually runs fine on its own but I try to drop by from time to time to just remind everyone who the boss is.” 

“I heard there’s a life size portrait of you behind the DJ booth to do the same.” 

“Obituaries are portraits too.” He rolled his eyes. “I need to let them know I am alive, kicking and always in charge.” 

You shook your head laughing. “Well then aren’t you getting late? You should probably leave by now-” 

“I don’t think I’m going.” He mumbled, downing his drink in one shot, red slowly creeping on his face. “Not in the mood.” 

Glancing at him silently, you just blinked at him. You knew guys like Soonyoung could not keep a thing in them - he would share whatever was bothering him without you even asking in three, two, on-

“The intel is that my ex is going to be there tonight.” 

“Ahh.” You crossed your feet on his couch, settling in. “And you don’t want to see her?” 

“I don’t want to see her with other men.” He gripped his mug tight. “With the news out that she’s single, guys will be falling all over her and I know she’s going to play along just to make me jealous.” 

“Well two can play that game right? You can do the same?” 

“What makes you think there are girls fawning all over me?” 

“Do you just want to hear me say you’re hot and that you could pull if you wanted to?” You cocked your head at him. “Cause I can. I have a little wine in me so I can use it as an excuse.” 

Soonyoung laughed, throwing his head back. “No I know I’m hot, but do you know who she is?” 

You shook your head, drinking up more. 

“Aphrodite’s daughter, the femme fatales of the demigod world - boys want her and girls don’t want to mess with her. No one is going to so much as look at her ex, forget trying to hit on me.” 

“Huh.” You pondered, the cogwheels in your brain turning. “Well technically, no one in the human world knows her so I’m sure one of them will-” 

“There’s no point of that. She knows I won’t go for a human.” 

“Why is that?” 

Soonyoung stared back at you a little hard before a small smirk formed on his face. “Y/n, are you a virgin?” 

You blinked, breaking out into a laugh. “I sure am drunk cause I seem to have missed why this intrusive question is relevant now?” 

Taking your empty mug from you, Soonyoung filled it up again from the pot. “What I mean is, demigods don’t sleep with humans sweetie.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because we’re half gods, do you think humans can really satisfy us?” Soonyoung raised his eyebrows. “Mortals can’t keep up with our sex drive.” 

As you looked confused, the smirk returned back to Soonyoung’ face. “Which is why I asked. If you haven’t realised that a mortal man can’t pleasure you, then either you’ve never had sex……. or you’ve never had an orgasm.” 

“I don’t have to answer that.” 

“Come on, humor me.” 

“Maybe I’m starting to get why your girlfriend dumped your annoying ass.” 

Soonyoung pouted, feigning hurt as you rolled your eyes. 

“So now if you want to get her back, you won’t be hit on by another demigod and you can’t be hit on by a human which means your only chance of making her jealous is with……” You looked at him intently. “Kwon Soonyoung, why are your eyes glimmering with mischief?” 

“You.” He took the cup from your hands and set it on the table, much to your dismay. “You’re the only one who she doesn’t know about and the only one who doesn’t know her…..” 

“So?” 

“Oh you’d be the perfect bait.” Soonyoung clapped his hands. “One look at you next to me and she’s going to be quaking in her boots.” 

“If you think I’m about to stroll into a nightclub and pretend to hit on you to make your ex girlfriend jealous you’re sorely mistaken.” 

“Why?” He whined. “Why can’t you do me a small favour. I saved you from Horong-” 

“Number one. If you didn’t pull me into your house, I would have ran out of the gate and been safe anyways-” 

“Sure.” 

“Number two, I don’t know what the hell is in this wine. Normally it takes a whole bottle to knock me down but two glasses in and I’m already buzzed-” 

“It’s a special blend.” 

“And number three, unfortunately for you, women are really observative creatures. One look at me next to you and she’s going to know there’s absolutely nothing going on between us.” 

Soonyoung opened and closed his mouth like he was thinking about what to say. “It won’t work out Kwon.” 

“This always happens.” He sighed. “She breaks it off with me for any small thing, goes on to have her fun, pushes me till I have to beg for her forgiveness and then she accepts it whenever she feels like. Everything is always whenever she feels like it. We haven’t even had sex in like two years-” 

“Okay.” You cut him off before he went into details you didn’t need to know. “If you’re so aware of what she’s doing, why do you always give in to her? Do you really like her or… is she just a habit?” 

“I don’t know.” Soonyoung stared at the floor, lost in thought. “I just know that we’ve been together since we were 18. And I can’t throw that away.” 

“I never knew you were such a romantic Kwon.” 

He laughed, sinking further into the couch. 

“You really want her back huh?” 

“I do.” 

“And this time do you want her to make the effort?” 

“A man can hope.” 

“Well then.” You turned to him. “Point number three was relevant only if she saw me…do you have your phone?” 

Soonyoung nodded, patting his many pockets and finally finding it, holding it out. 

“You're going to call and tell her you're hitting on me?”

“No…. If you give her a missed call will she call back?”

“Not immediately.” He sighed. “She'll take her time to pretend like she didn't see and then get back to me-” 

“Do it.” He continued to look at you confused. “Call her and cut the call.” 

He followed through but the frown didn't leave him the whole time. “Y/n what exactly are you doing?” 

“This may be a bit diabolical but it should do the trick.” You took a deep breath glancing at Soonyoung. “When she calls you back, she's going to hear us having sex.”

“W-what?” 

“Before you get any ideas, I'm not going to have sex with you Soonyoung, we're just going to make her think that we are.”

“How exactly will we do that?”

“We'll fake it.” You shrugged. “Make a couple of wet skin smacking sounds-” 

“and you could moan my name, say how good I'm making you feel.” 

“Didn’t you get onboard this real fast.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I'm going to make it really clear once again that this is for her not-” 

Ring! 

At the sound of the ringtone both of you glanced at his phone and in a split second, Soonyoung picked up the call, holding it against his ear. Thankful that you got the opportunity to execute your idea so soon and determined to put up the show you promised, you immediately got to it, clearing your throat.

“Fuck yes Soonyoung, that feels so good-” 

With widened eyes and a swift movement, Soonyoung shut your mouth with his hand, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, yeah I remember…..Oh no that was just…. our cow?…..Yes Daisy, she's just having a rough night….. Anyways thanks for the reminder Hyungwon.”

You stared at him mortified, all the wine threatening to exit your system. 

“Yeah sure, see you tomorrow bro.”

Soonyoung brought down both the phone and his hand at the same time. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I thought it was-” 

“That’s your idea of having sex??” He looked at you shocked. “Thank god it wasn’t Mina because there was no way in hell she would have believed that?” 

“Hey, I had no preparation time, you try faking it off the bat.” You mumbled. “Besides, it wasn’t so bad.” 

“Wasn’t so bad?” Soonyoung looked scandalised. “Do you even know what you sounded like? Fuck yes Soonyoung, that feels good-” 

You leaned back inching away from him. 

“What the…..what was that?” 

“That's what you said.” 

“I know but” You frowned unsure if you heard right or if you were starting to get too drunk. “You sounded exactly like me. Like your voice, it….it was mine.” 

“Oh.” Soonyoung scratched the back of his head. “Yeah well um being the son of the God of Theater comes with its own skill set. Imitation helps confuse opponents during war - it has actually saved us in quests many times.”

“You can imitate anyone?”

Soonyoung nodded.

“Any sound they make?”

He nodded again as you let out a low whistle. 

“Well that's brilliant, then you don't even need me. You can make your girlfriend jealous by simply impersonating me.” 

“The keyword is imitate. I can only repeat sounds I hear, I can't just make them up.” He shifted in his seat. “So if I should impersonate you, I need to hear what you actually sound like during sex.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don't push your luck Kwon.”

“I'm kidding.” He laughed leaning back into the couch, his eyes fluttering shut. “But you really have to work on the faking.” 

“Yeah I've been told.” You muttered as Soonyoung sat up again.

“Aha, so you have never had an orgasm!” 

“Because of a man, no I've not.” You confessed. “But bold of you to assume that I'm not perfectly capable of my own.”

Soonyoung looked confused. 

“Ever heard of masturbation, genius?” 

Soonyoung's mouth formed an O of realisation. “Well I've been in a relationship for almost 10 years so I've never had to take care of myself.”

“Don't rub it on my face Kwon.” You scoffed but regretted immediately knowing some dirty joke was going to come out of the man. So shutting his mouth with your hand, you held a finger to your lips. “Not a word. You're going to shut up till your girlfriend calls back.”

“That could be a very very long time.” He mumbled against your hand making you press it harder against his mouth with a shush. 

5 minutes later you were on your fourth mug of wine and Mina still hadn't called. 

10 minutes later, you were nearly falling asleep and Soonyoung was already snoring away beside you. 

15 minutes later the sound of the rain began to get softer outside. 

And 20 minutes later was when you finally lost your patience, shaking Soonyoung awake. 

“It’s getting late, I should go….” 

Soonyoung looked up at you sleepily as you got off the couch, standing up. 

“You should.….. I’m sorry, I shouldn't have roped you into this” He glanced at the blank screen on his phone. “Clearly Mina is either too busy having fun on her own or she doesn’t care.” 

You smiled at him sadly, as he pulled his feet up, snuggling into the couch. 

“I'm so sorry.” You whispered. “Goodnight Kwon.” 

“Goodnight sweetie.”

Setting the mug down, you grabbed your bag and opened his front door, relieved that the rain seemed to have stopped. But something was also stopping you from stepping out. 

Giving it a thought and sighing, you turned around, looking at the half asleep man again. 

“You said you could imitate me right?” 

Soonyoung's eyes slowly fluttered open.  

“So if you listen to how I actually sound, if and when she calls back, you can execute the plan on your own right?”

Soonyoung looked at you in a mix of confusion, drunkenness and sleepiness.

“Are you saying that…”

“No, I'm not going to sleep with you Kwon Soonyoung.”

“But you're horrible at faking.” 

“Yet again I'm going to remind you about masturbation.” 

You sighed, looking at his eternally lost expression. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him off the couch, leading him to his room. 

Soonyoung's room was just how you expected it to be - a mess. There were things scattered everywhere, all kinds of band posters up on the wall, snack wrappers all over the floor. 

He quickly kicked the trash under his bed and looked at you pleadingly. “You cannot tell Mingyu how messy my room is. And you most definitely cannot tell Seungcheol I'm snacking - he does not understand post break up slump.”

You gritted your teeth annoyed to be reminded of him again. Of course he didn't understand anything remotely related to feelings.

“Don't worry, no one's gonna know anything because you too are going to keep your mouth shut about whatever happens tonight.” 

“I still don't know what's happening tonight.” He mumbled as you walked around his room, glancing at everything. 

“I'm going to get myself off and you're going to listen and take notes.” Soonyoung's eyes finally widened in realisation.“Do you have a towel?” 

He nodded, quickly going through the stack of clothes piled on the chair across his bed and pulled out a long white one. Taking it from him you laid it down on his bed, the two of you staring at it mindlessly. 

“Could you also close the curtains?” You fidgeted with your fingers, putting your bag down at the foot of his bed as Soonyoung nodded. “Also dim the lights please.”

Following through your requests he tried not to look at you as you stripped out of your jacket and threw it on the bed. But when you unclasped your bra and pulled it out from under your shirt, Soonyoung was quite literally gawking. 

“I’m hot.” You mumbled as he walked back, standing much closer to you than he was before. 

“Yeah you are…. I mean,” He cleared his throat when you raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah it's a little hot in here.” 

Both of you tried to ignore the sound of cold raining softly falling against the window. 

“On second thoughts,” You took a step back. “I don’t know if I can do this.” 

“W-why not?” 

“If you haven’t noticed I am buzzed as hell and I’m not sure I can do…. a great job on myself right now.” 

Lips slowly curling into a smile, Soonyoung cocked his head. “I can help.” 

“Yes and I can finally use all that combat training and kick your ass. Soonyoung I am not sleeping with-” 

“What? No, no I mean….. just wait here.” 

Your eyes followed him as he jogged out of his room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You must be crazy to suggest this. Sure there was alcohol in your system and sure you were trying to get your mind off Seungcheol, avoiding going back to his house but this…..

“Here you go.” 

Soonyoung strolled back in with what you could only describe as a wooden looking, very phallic instrument. 

“That’s…” 

He nodded. “A dildo.” 

“I have so many questions.” 

“Let me clarify. Yes I have used a dildo before-” 

“Oh god.” 

“- Although my girlfriend isn’t the biggest fan of it-” 

“This wasn’t my question.” 

“-I do occasionally enjoy it myself.” 

“I don’t think I should be a part of this conversation.” 

“But this dildo in particular, has never been used by either of us before.” 

“That!” You pointed out. “That’s all I needed to know.” 

Soonyoung held it out to you, looking at you expectantly. You gulped. 

“You know, I don’t think I can do this. I’m actually more of a vibrator girl myself.” 

“Now who’s indulging in the TMI?” 

You rolled your eyes. “My point is, I don’t need this, I can just do it myself-” 

“I haven’t even gotten to the story behind this.” He giggled. “This is my father’s.” 

“Aaaand I’m done here.” 

“No what I mean is-” He shuffled closer to you like he was revealing a big secret. “My father may be the god of wine and ecstasy and madness and theatre and so many things but he is also…. the creator of the dildo.” You stared at him vacantly. What?? “I don’t think you wanna know the story behind it, it’s disturbing as fuck-” 

“More disturbing than everything so far?” 

“-but basically, a few years back, my father was temporarily exiled from Olympus and while he was in the human world, he had, what he calls, a magnificent business idea….sex toys. Dildo’s in particular. That’s when he made this.” He held it up and you wished he did it a little less proudly. “This isn’t an ordinary dildo Y/n, no. This baby can take on the shape, size, dimensions and every single tiny detail” He gave a dramatic pause. “Of the person you are imagining while going at it.”

“W-what?” You blinked at him stumped. “You mean to say it…. morphs into a replica of someone’s actual dick?” 

Soonyoung nodded fast. “This piece is a prototype that Dionysus made but when he brought the idea to Zeus it was shut down immediately because Gods aren’t supposed to interfere with human business and all that hoo ha, so he left it with me before he returned home.” With a small smile dancing on his lips, he held it out to you. “So if you want, it's all yours.” 

You stared at it. 

A magic dildo that could take the shape of any dick you wanted? 

You would have to be insane to say no to that. 

Pretending to hesitate just so you didn’t come across completely deranged, you slowly took the toy off Soonyoung’s hand, feeling the weight of it in your own. As you tried to picture how exactly this night might go, Soonyoung took a few steps back, grabbed a fistful of the material behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head. 

“What?” He smirked as your eyes ran down his chiseled body, mouth moving but no words leaving it. “Didn’t you say it was hot?” 

As Soonyoung moved all the clothes stacked on the chair to the floor and sat down, you watched as the minor oversights in your plan came into play. If he had to take notes,  then Kwon Soonyoung was going to watch you. 

Tongue in the cheek, you glanced around the room, thanking all the gods in Olympus when you spotted a lacy blindfold hanging on the headboard. Without questioning its existence in his room, you quickly grabbed it and threw it at him.

“The deal was for audio Kwon, no visuals.” 

In complete contrast to his hot as fuck appearance he pouted like a child as you shook your head and looked at the blindfold pointedly. Sighing, he reached for it and put it over his eyes, tying it behind his hand. Not trusting him entirely, you walked up to him, slotting yourself between his legs and pulled the knot. Soonyoung’s hands gripped your thighs in both surprise and pain. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, fingers softly grazing your legs as he pulled his hands away. “I promise, I can’t see a thing.” 

You nodded, then realised he said he couldn’t see and cleared your throat. “Yeah, okay.” 

“Okay.” He breathed, leaning back, waiting expectantly. 

Taking a few seconds, you let out a deep determined breath, preparing yourself for what was coming. As you unbuttoned your jeans, shimmying both your shorts and underwear down your legs, your eyes finally took a good look at the man of the hour, Kwon Soonyoung. Yeah he was one of the members who often trained shirtless which meant you had seen this display many times before but this was perhaps the first time you were actually paying attention to it. Before this, you hadn’t quite realised just how beautifully tanned and toned he was or how much that undercut suited him or how hot he looked biting his lower lip. 

Kicking your garments away, you pried your eyes, reminding yourself that this man was taken. Or at least would be taken again pretty soon. You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t be looking at him, you shouldn’t be thinking about him and he sure as fuck cannot be the inspiration for your new magic sex toy. 

That unfortunately meant that there was only one other person in your mind who could be the muse - Choi Seungcheol. Despite his dismissal earlier and despite being someone who held herself as a very high level of self respect, it was evident that your body shamelessly still craved him - he was the only one running in your mind. Trying to block him out, you arranged the pillows on Soonyoung’s bed against the headboard, adjusted the towel and slowly climbed on. In all the time that you took leaning against it, spreading your legs and settling in, Soonyoung remained incredibly quiet. Patient. 

Although he couldn’t see you, watching him felt weird, given the man and the dick on your mind were not him. Sighing, you glanced at the object you were gripping - it had already taken shape of what you desired and the sight of it made you gulp. 

Lord was Choi Seungcheol thick.

Given his beefy exterior and broad build you had always assumed he was packed between his legs but this was nowhere near what you were imagining, not even close. Earlier, you were worried how you would get yourself off when you weren’t even wet enough but now you were practically dripping with the thought of that inside you. Still, you didn’t think it could fit, not without any prep. 

Slipping two fingers in your mouth you wet them messily before guiding them to your folds, smearing the spit with your very evident arousal. When you let out a soft sigh, Soonyoung shifted in his seat like he was alert and when your fingers teased your hole, slowly slipping in, an unintentional moan left you too, making him practically grip the armrests of his couch tight. 

“I'm going to need more than that Y/n.” He whispered. “What are you doing right now?” 

“I’m prepping myself, it’s…” You gulped. “It’s too big.” 

“Do you need lube?” He frowned. “Although I don’t know where it is….or if I even have any-” 

“That’s okay.” You shook your head. “I think I’m wet enough. Almost.” 

“Do you need any help?” 

You glanced at his tense body. “How can you help?” 

“Are you the kind that listens to instructions?”

“Occasionally.” 

“Then push your fingers further.” He exhaled. “Curl them up.” 

Although that was what was on your mind anyways, you obeyed. As your fingers brushed that spot, a soft fuck escaped your lips. 

“Feel good?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Yeah that’s good.”

“Then move.” He cocked his head. “Slowly at first, then pick up speed.” 

Even before he finished his sentence you had followed through, fingers pumping faster, head falling back as the grip around the dildo in your hand tightened. 

“Add another finger.” 

“This feels good enough.” 

“This will feel better.” He urged. “Stretch yourself a little and add another finger.” 

Scissoring yourself open, you held back the moan that was threatening to tumble out, terrified Soonyoung would hear you. Belatedly you realised - Soonyoung was supposed to hear you. 

“Fuck that does feel better.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you ready for more?” 

“.......I think so.” 

“Then wet the dildo.” He shifted. “Put it in your mouth.” 

Hesitating just a bit you brought it up to your eye level, still taken aback by its sheer girth. In the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand you can see a stark vein running along his length, the sight of it nearly making your mouth water. Oh you wanted him to fill your mouth, you wanted him to fill you just about anywhere so bad but it was clear from earlier that Seungcheol didn’t want the same. So you were just going to take this chance and fuck him out of your brain. After tonight you were not going to think of Choi Seungcheol anymore. 

Determined, you wrapped your mouth around the tip, humming against the weight on your tongue before pulling it out with a wet pop. As Soonyoung’s breath hitched, you sunk your mouth down on it again, taking it further in, not far enough to let it hit the back of your throat, but enough to just slightly choke around it, drool running down the corner of your mouth. 

“Y/n,” Soonyoung’s voice sounded almost choked too. “Please….” 

You’ve never had a man beg for you like this before and it wasn’t enough to touch him but to touch yourself? Something in you swelled in pride, but something was also terrified about what things would be like once this was over - could you and Soonyoung really be the same again? And if things were going to change, how would they be? 

“Sweetie, you have to do something….” 

Knowing you needed something in you more than he did, you drove the thoughts away before aligning the tip at your dripping hole and slowly pushing Seungcheol’s girth in. 

“Holy shit..” You sighed as you thrusted his length further, the stretch serving a sting that slowly ebbed from pain to pleasure. 

“Is it all the way in?” Soonyoung groaned as you shook your head gulping.

“It’s not…” You panted, glancing down to see barely any length disappearing in you yet you were so full. “I can’t.”

“You can.” He licked his drying lips. “You can Y/n, come on - fuck yourself like you want to be fucked.” 

Yes you knew Soonyoung had a horrible habit of pointless flirting but you did not think his mouth was capable of spewing such filth too. 

“Tell me how you like it.” 

“Deep.” You whimpered, answering him as you shoved it in more, feeling it hit all the right places. “I like it deep.” 

“And fast?” 

“And fast.” 

“Then move.” 

And you did, pulling it out, pistoning it into you, sharp intakes of breath and curse words leaving you as you did. You felt your eyes roll back, threatening to shut but when they landed on Soonyoung they widened - he had slid down his chair, manspread now a lot wider and stark against his pants was the imprint of his uncomfortably trapped boner.

“Soonyoung….” You accidentally moaned, simply trying to get his attention. “Are you… hard?” 

“Unbearably.” He confessed immediately. “I’m s-sorry, it’s been a while-” 

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

You don’t know why exactly you asked him that but you wanted him to feel good too. Just as good as faux Seungcheol was making you feel. 

“I think I can cum without that.” He half laughed, half groaned. “But god yes I want to.”

“Do it.” You directed him, halting your own movements, watching him. “Touch yourself.” 

Without wasting a second, Soonyoung instantly unbuttoned his pants and stuck his hand down, wrapping it around his erection. As he shifted uncomfortably, you could tell he would’ve felt a lot better if he could completely free himself.

“Careful. Otherwise I’ll see you…I mean it…” 

“Do you mind?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “Would it bother you if I….” 

If you were being honest, since the moment you laid eyes on the outline of his dick you were curious…

“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t.” 

“Then I don’t give a flying fuck.” 

He raised his hips a little, just enough to pull down his pants as his erection sprung free, resting against his abs, pink and flushed. 

Oh he was long. 

Seungcheol might be thick but Soonyoung was long, like he could reach places no one else could. As he spat in his hand and smeared the pre cum along his length pumping it in his fist, you gulped, forgetting that you too were in the middle of doing the same thing, just staring. 

“Y/n,” He moaned your name, throwing his head back, setting off a strange fire in your groin. “Match my pace.” 

You nodded, thankful to not have to put your own brain to this which was threatening to shut off any moment now. Watching him half lidded, you let him set the pace for your movements, matching him almost perfectly. 

“Fuck this feels so good.” Soonyoung whimpered. 

“It does.” You agreed, with struggling breaths. “Soonyoung please…. Faster.” 

“Faster?” He smirked, but listened. “You really are one of us huh.” 

“I need more.” You whined, feeling yourself at an edge you were just not able to cross. “Soonyoung….” 

“I wish I could help, baby.” He sighed, “I really do wish…” 

“What would you have done?” 

“I’d have my mouth everywhere…marked your neck…. marked those pretty breasts….fuck Y/n, you’d have to beg me to stop.” 

“Don’t.” You moaned, pushing your shirt up with your free hand, grabbing a tit, squeezing it painfully hard. “Tell me more…” 

“I’d hold the toy for you, watch you fuck yourself on it….” He stroked himself faster, almost erratically. “Maybe give it to you from the back so I can see how your ass-” 

Groaning annoyed at the sound of music coming loudly from his pocket, your movements faltered, eyes widening. It was different from the ringtone earlier which probably meant-

“Is that Mina?” 

“Yeah.” 

“P-pick it up Soonyoung.” 

“Ignore it.” 

“Soon-” 

“Ignore it.” He emphasized. “Go on Y/n, I don’t know how long the effects of that toy are going to last.” 

And that’s what made you stop wondering why Soonyoung wouldn’t pick up the call when this was in fact the most ideal situation the two of you were meant to be caught in. You didn’t want to lose what you were pumping inside you, you didn’t want to lose the feeling of Seungcheol stretching you out. As you resumed the pace, Soonyoung’s voice left him like a croak. 

“Do you like the thought of this? Someone listening to you get off?” 

You didn’t want to answer that. Wasn’t the kind of things you liked evident by the fact that you were fucking yourself to one man while watching and listening to another? 

“Because I love that you’re watching.” He whispered. “It’s driving me insane.” 

“I wanna see you cum.” You pulled the toy out of you, tossing it onto the towel before your fingers found your clit rubbing circles hard.

“Fuck I'm close.” He pumped himself faster, losing rhythm, broken moans and whimpers leaving him. “So close.”

Words left your mouth too as incoherent babbles as you felt your back arch and insides tighten pleasurably. Eyes crossing and shut tight, you finally came, chest heaving, trying to catch a breath. As you slowly came around and ran your fingers down your folds realising just how much you came, Soonyoung continued to push himself over the edge, like he just needed a little more nudge to finally find his release. Gulping you swung your legs off the bed and silently walked up to him, standing between his manspread, leaning till your lips were right by his ear. 

“Cum for me Soonyoung.” 

Almost immediately, with a guttural moan, his head fell back, baring his neck as spurts of cum shot onto his hand and torso, painting them white. Once the sheer amount left him he finally slumped back into his chair, breathing again, like he had been holding it in for too long. The sight of his cum all over his abs against the sheen of sweat on it made you clench unwillingly and you ran two fingers over it, collecting it. You knew his lips parted to catch his breath but you took the chance to slip your digits into his mouth, letting him taste himself. Surprised but not unpleasantly, Soonyoung ran his tongue along them, licking it clean, pulling away with a pop.

“You taste as good as you sound.” 

It's only then that you realise your own arousal was coating your fingers too. 

Scoffing awkwardly, you shuffled back, picking up your shorts and panties from the floor, putting them on slowly.  

“I'm not dressed yet!” You shrieked, futilely trying to cover yourself as Soonyoung attempted to remove his blindfold. Holding his hand up, he allowed you to get dressed in the silence that followed. Silence that was too much to bear, silence that if he hadn’t broken, you would have. 

“I wasn't sure if I heard right but I thought…” He let out a deep breath as he tucked his flaccid self back in his pants. “I thought you took someone's name as you came.” 

You froze. 

You hadn't realised but now that you thought about it…. maybe, just maybe, you had taken Seungcheol’s name as your orgasm hit you. Yes you were incredibly turned on by Soonyoung and the sight of him and the sounds that left him but there was only one thing running at the back of your mind - cheol, cheol, cheol. 

“I'm not sure what you heard.” You brushed away his concerns, trying to sound casual. “I don't even know what I was saying, I was in some other zone entirely.” 

Soonyoung hummed in response and didn't push you for any further details. Grateful, you wiped your hands on the towel laid out before grabbing it, the bedsheet as well as the dildo and stuffed them all in your bag, throwing it over your shoulder - this was your mess to deal with.

“You done?” 

“Yeah just….put fresh sheets please.” 

“Oh don't worry about all that.” He got up, attempting to take his blindfold yet again. “I got it. If you want you could-” 

“Goodbye Soonyoung.” You stepped back, knowing he was offering for you to stay the night. Instead you headed for the door, hoping to leave before your eyes met his again. “I hope I was of help.” 

And as you left, you heard him sigh, revealing something he probably didn't mean for you to hear. 

“I don't think so Y/n.”

—

When you left Soonyoung’s house the rain had stopped but as you stood in the dining hall before the laundry machines the storm had returned yet again, much heavier this time. You glanced outside the windows at the obscurity sighing. It was like things just hated being in your favour. 

When the ding of the washer went off, you shifted the sheets into the dryer and decided to leave it there for the night considering you couldn't carry them back in the rain - you’d deal with them in the morning anyways, you weren’t ready to see Soonyoung just yet.

When you grabbed your bag from the floor, the weight had not reduced much - the dildo was still in it except it was back in its original popsicle-like shape, any trace of its resemblance to Seungcheol lost. You'd simply washed it and put it back in the bag, unsure what else to do with it. A part of you was annoyed that it had taken after Seungcheol of all people but the other was terrified that if you were to ever use it again, it would probably still model after him yet again. 

Disappointed with yourself you took a deep breath and shook your head. No. No more Choi Seungcheol. This ends here. 

Glancing at the machines one last time, you held onto your bag and ran out into the rain, hoping that Seungcheol had retired to his room by the time you reached. Instead, just as you approached the House of Zeus, you heard his voice. 

“Y/n!” 

He was drenched from head to toe, his blonde hair sticking to his face much like his shirt plastered against his pecs, like he had been soaked in the rain for hours. Letting out a struggled breath, you walked straight into his house, ignoring him. Seungcheol jogged over as fast as he could, putting himself in between you and the doors. 

“Y/n please listen to me-” 

“I don’t want to.” You attempted to go around him, only to be blocked by him again. 

“I just want to explain what happened earlier-” 

“I don’t care enough for an explanation.”

“I do!” 

You rolled your eyes as you pushed him away, a lot less gently than you intended to and Seungcheol immediately caught your hand, pulling you towards him.

“Seungcheol-” 

“You…. you can touch me.” He looked at his fingers wrapped around your wrist in awe, then at your palm flat against his chest.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to-” 

“You shouldn’t be able to.” He muttered like he was amazed, unable to tear his eyes away. “How can you….” 

“Seungcheol, you're not making any sense.” 

He let out a deep breath. “In all the powers a demigod has, some are protective, acting like a shield."

"Okay..." You frowned.

“As the son of Zeus, mine is….a force field.” Oh. “At times like war, or in adrenaline driven situations, I become highly charged, rendering anyone who so much as comes two feet near me electrocuted. It's supposed to be a way to weaken enemies.” He sighed, “That’s why I was afraid of you touching me. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” 

“But…..Seungcheol I’m not an enemy and this isn’t a war-” 

“I get nervous around you.” He avoided your eye. “I don’t know, I just….. I can feel my skin prickling around you but……” He glanced at where your hands met his again. “You don’t feel anything?” 

“No, no I don’t but why do I make you nervous?” 

Seungcheol smiled softly. “Do you really not know?” 

You suppressed the grin forming on your own face. Fucking finally. 

“No.” You shook your head feigning innocence. “Tell me.” 

“Can I show you?” 

Maybe you nodded a bit too eagerly, because Seungcheol chuckled, pushing himself up against the door, pulling you along with him. As your body pressed against his, his hands found your waist, gaze darkening. He leaned in, lips hovering over yours, whispering your name softly, like he loved the sound of it. As your breaths mingled, lightning went off behind you, the silver light illuminating his gorgeous face and all its sharp angles. And just as you moved closer, eyes fluttering shut, Seungcheol cleared his throat. 

“Y/n I’m sorry, I forgot that it’s late and we have training at 4 tomorrow.” He muttered, drawing his hands away. “You should sleep. I can’t excuse your lateness everyday.” 

And yet again Choi Seungcheol left you completely baffled as he opened the door behind him and walked in, away from you. 

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Yandere Krampus x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, spanking, bondage, dick piercings, size difference, Krampus, Christmas, assassin reader, punishment, kidnapping, biting, very mild blood from biting, general yandere behavior Word Count: 1.5k (Hey guys, I hope you all like this. Kinda rushed, not beta read, please forgive any errors. My second Christmas gift to you all. I hope your holiday is amazing <3)

You got yourself settled in your hotel room. It was very early in the morning, not past 3am, on Christmas. But you were not Santa Claus and you were not delivering cheer. You had with you only a simple black suitcase. The furnishings in your room were sparse, but that was okay. You did not select this room because of the accommodations but rather for its view. It was not particularly scenic, merely a view of a road and residential area. But you were an assassin and this room afforded you clear aim into the room of your target’s living room. All you had to do was wait.

Your weapon was easy enough to assemble. A sniper rifle, of course. Finally you saw your designated victim pull up into their driveway and enter their house, so you opened the window and readied yourself. An icy chill filled the room. Your vantage point was clear and your weapon was ready but before you could take out your mark you heard a strange and tumultuous sound from behind.

It sounded like the Earth was being torn asunder and the four winds themselves were howling in unison as they collided.

You turned around and saw the very fabric of space and tear before you leaving a purple portal leaking black mist blocking the door to the hotel room. An odd scent like that of cinnamon and coal filled the room. You were about to flee through the open window, you had the skills necessary to scale the building, but the window slammed shut before you could act.

Not many things made a hardened combatant turned assassin such as yourself scared but you would be lying if you said you weren’t trembling.

You could hear a slow and rhythmic pounding sound getting nearer and nearer as if some unseen monstrosity approached from the other side of the portal. And that’s exactly what it was.

The first thing you saw erupt through the rip in space was the head of a horned beast. It was humanoid and wore a wicked grin full of sharp teeth. Eyes like black coals stared into you, piercing you with unrestrained glee in your fear.

Followed by this terrifying face was its body.

Muscular thighs with legs like tree trunks that ended in cloven hooves.. And his whip-like tail lashed angrily at the air. The demonic beast was covered in thick black fur.

The horrifying creature was at least 7 feet. tall.

The faint scent of burning coal filled the space surrounding it.

It took a thundering step towards you, and you cowered in place, momentarily stunned as it said in a deep booming voice, "I’m Krampus and someone has been verrrry naughty this yeeeear."

Though you felt more fear than you ever thought possible you were still a trained combatant turned assassin for hire and you managed to collect yourself about as well as it was possible for any mere human to in such a situation.

You shot the thing right between the eyes with your high-powered rifle, and he... laughed. The bullet bounced off uselessly, and he just... laughed...

You screamed and shouted as loudly as you could, hoping to attract help. Though what they could possibly do when he had shrugged off, a bullet remained to be seen.

No help came for you. Krampus always magically silenced noise from leaking out of rooms where he was punishing someone.

Suddenly, he closed the difference between the two of you and was upon you in record speed, moving supernaturally fast for such a behemoth.

With precise movements, strong hands and sharp claws made confetti out of your dark clothing before he had you bent over his knee.

"I usually use a birch rute for this, but I wanna feel your skin on my hand..."

You struggled and tried to get away, but there was no chance he would let you go. Krampus had to punish many humans, but you were special. Ironically, it was your defiance, the fight in your eyes, that initially attracted him to you.

His hard, calloused hand came down on your bare ass, causing you to curse and tremble.

With all your training something as simple as a slap to your ass shouldn't have bothered you much, even from such a large adversary, but it was like he had slammed the essence of dread into your very heart.

But that still wasn't enough to still you. You kicked, punched, and clawed ferally at any inch of flesh you could reach, like a feral animal backed into a corner.

But he only laughed more as he spanked you over and over. Until you were crying. Worse than the pain was the total humiliation.

Through it all, though, you never stopped struggling. No matter how much terror and pain you endured. You didn't realize it, but it only made him more into you.

Everyone he had punished before, broke them like a kid with a toy, and left them to deal with the trauma. But you didn't seem so easily broken, and that sealed your fate.

If you kept resisting like you were, he was going to keep you forever.

Krampus finally stopped the assault on your rear and dragged you, kicking and screaming over to the bed. You could now see his cock, large and uncut with a frenum ladder set of piercings going up the underside of his length.

"Stop! Get away from me!!"

"Yeah, because you're really the one in position to give commands right now."

He chuckled and bent you over the bed as you writhed madly, knowing what was about to happen.

"Might need to keep you still for this."

In a puff of black smoke, a coil of rope appeared in his hand that he skillfully used to bind your legs and arms.

While he had tied up many people in his line of work, he had never actually used rape to punish someone. But he wanted to see how far he could take things with you. Though at this point, even if he broke you, he was sure he would keep you anyway, just to fix you up again.

Krampus spit on your hole and plunged his cock in roughly. Hardly enough prep to do anything for the pain. For the fiery burning stretch that came with his big dick breaching your entrance.

Despite being bound you still wriggled as best you could while screaming until your throat hurt.

"Fuck you! Goddamned piece o- AHHHH!!!!"

He smirked as he increased the pace. Good. His toy STILL wasn't crumbling apart.

Sharp claws raked your back as his hot breath cascaded down your neck while he whispered, "For someone so bad you feel so good."

Tears rushed down your cheeks. You were infuriated with him and with yourself for having allowed yourself to be taken with such ease. What was far more reprehensible than that though, was the fact that your body had adjusted to his size and it was actually starting to feel somewhat good despite the pain and discomfort.

You yelped as he lightly smacked your sore ass while fucking you.

"Go to H-hell bastard!"

"Ha, been there."

He pulled out, flipped you over on your back, and slid right back into, profuse amounts of precum now providing more adequate lubrication. Embarrassingly, you couldn't stifle a moan as he entered back into you with his piercings adding to the sensation you were trying to ignore.

If your legs hadn't been tied you would have tried to kick him right between the legs for making your body betray you like that.

He leaned over and nibbled on your neck lightly with his sharp teeth, licking up the little droplets of blood that welled to the surface of your skin

You moaned as he did so, as you were pulled closer and closer to orgasm.

Violently, you twitched as you came hard, blushing deeply and cursing him as you did so. He ignored you and licked the blush on your cheeks, humiliating you even farther.

For a few more moments you thrashed as much as you were able in overstimulation as he continued to breed you. His skin meeting yours with an audible slap at each thrust.

Finally he went in deep and filled you with abnormally hot cum that coaxed another orgasm from your exhausted body.

After a few moments of panting he sighed with content and slung you over his shoulders, cum leaking from you and out on to him as he carried you. Vulgarities rolling from your tongue with each heavy step he took.

Another portal opened and he stepped through with you. The cussing, the fierceness, the unbreakable spirit. A perfect partner.

You were the best Christmas gift he had ever given himself, and there was no way he was ever going to give you up.

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When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Eleven

I may have taken my sweet time writing this, but in my defense, the Felix smut was what my brain wanted to write first, and then life got to me and made me really busy. And here I am, finishing this fic at 3am in the morning lol. But have fun with the chaos of this fic hehe.

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader  Summary: We see the aftermath and chaos of the company's decision, plus y/n gets some much needed comfort. Oh, and a reveal! wc: 1.8k AU: a/b/o  Genre: Fluff/Angst�� warnings: fighting and slapping, threats, angst, slut-shaming and derogatory talk towards y/n, use of the words slut,pussy, whore, etc., lots of misogyny in this chapter folks, and a bunch of like derogatory talk about omegas that is absolutely misogynistic and sexist, lots of cursing, implications that people would take advantage of others, disassociating kinda, shitty people being called the names they deserve, this should be everything masterlist

The fighting went on, it seemingly would never end as insults and angry words kept being thrown back and forth. Ateez and their management yelled back and forth over who had the decision making power over the new member, and for the most part, the auditionees just watched it all happen. What could they do? Nothing. They were just the pawns in the game, really, if one thought about it.

“You said we could have the ability to pick the final member out of that group! We don’t want anyone but y/n!” Wooyoung yelled, getting in the face of one of the staff members, having to be pulled away by Mingi and Yunho.

“I will take all of my members, and we’ll leave KQ, if you continue to insist on your pick for the ninth member. I am not above leaving. We,” Hongjoong said as he gestured to the rest of Ateez, “are not above leaving. I don’t think you want to test how far you can push us before we push back.” He said, his words a thinly veiled threat.

“Who would take you? They don’t want an established group.” The staff member who started all of this stated.

“I can think of a few companies who would gladly take us. You forget we’re a group that has a very large international audience, which is what companies want nowadays.” Hongjoong said, almost too calmly.

“We’ll leave, take everything we can with us, and we’ll go start somewhere else. Atiny will follow us, they like us, not you.” Hongjoong spelled it out for the staff members, who quickly realized that they might want to back down on this.

“God, is your pussy really that great that they’ll go to bat for you like this? Well, I guess a slut like you knows how to please, honestly that’s all omega’s are good for, anyways. Just a quick fuck, nothing more.” She heard the voice speak again, and this time it was louder, since she saw some of the other auditionees’ heads turn. She would have turned to look at who it was, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of the idols across the table.

It was apparent to the others, though not to the y/n nor the person behind her, that not only had the other auditionees’ heard those words, but so had a member of the group. Before anyone could process the idol’s actions, Jongho had launched himself across the room and tackled whoever had been sitting behind her, the two landing on the floor with a thump. This stopped any fighting in its tracks.

“You want to say that again?” Jongho growled as he pinned the other person to the floor, teeth bared.

“Y-You heard me.” They said, a stutter appearing as they tried to mask any fear of the beta on top of them.

“I would bet that you’re also the person who leaked those pictures to Dispatch. Since you’re so intent on being jealous that you weren’t picked.” The maknae idol deduced.

“And if I did? What are you going to do about it?” They taunted him, somehow overcoming their fear.

“Jongho, get off of him. Now.” Hongjoong ordered, moving over to where the maknae was.

“No.”

“Jongho, now.”

“He was telling lies to y/n. Telling her that she and omegas were only good for a quick fuck, and that we were only fighting for her because she was good in bed. His words were more vulgar, and I won’t repeat them.” Jongho said, never looking away from the target of his rage.

“It’s not a lie. Omegas are only good for fucking, that’s it. That’s their purpose in life, is to be good little broodmares for betas and alphas. Besides, what talent does she have, she’s barely done anything while we’ve been here, and has only monopolized the attention of all of you.” They spat out, glaring over at y/n before their view of her was replaced with Mingi.

Hongjoong turned to look at the staff and managers with a murderous look on his face. They really wanted someone like this, to become part of Ateez? “You wanted a disgusting piece of shit like this, to become a member of Ateez? Someone who will look down on his fellow members because of their subgender? You were going to let someone like this interact with Atiny, and based on his words, probably abuse power as an idol to take advantage of them?” He raged, his voice becoming increasingly louder until he was shouting at them.

The staff tried to stammer out excuses, claiming they knew nothing of the beta’s opinions. It was clear to everyone that none of the idols believed the words coming out of their managers’ mouths, though to his credit, their main manager didn’t say anything, just sat down and stayed quiet while the others talked out of their asses. In return for his silence, he received disappointed looks from the eight idols, half of whom were still filled with rage against the beta and the others.

Wooyoung rushed over to y/n’s side once the shock and anger of the situation was pushed aside in favor of concern for his omega baby. Placing his hands on her shoulders to turn her to face him, as she still spaced out.

“Baby omega, c’mon come look at me,” he pleaded. “It’s okay, so come back to me, to us.”

His words, plus his scent of flowers and cinnamon turning slightly burnt as he worried, brought y/n back to the present. She looked over at the other omega, whose face was filled with worry.

“Wooyoung-ssi?” She asked, still a bit dazed from her intense focus on what was now just an empty spot in the room.

“Hi baby omega, how are you feeling?” He asked her, as the others looked over at the two of them.

“God, I knew it from the moment that the hag of an omega dragged you away, that you were an attention whore.” The beta cut in, making everyone’s heads’ snap to him.

Y/n’s face dropped as she realized who exactly said that, but she couldn’t get a word in before the sound of a slap rang out. Mingi had stepped forward, kneeling down and slapping the beta’s cheek so hard that a bruise had already started to form.

“Aaron, why are you like this? You were so nice to me.” Y/n asked, confused.

“Because you’ve done nothing to deserve anything you’ve gotten here. I’ve worked my ass off for years, and I’ve been passed over in favor of omegas. Because of your kind, I can’t get anything, omegas are always the ones chosen for things, never betas. I deserve this. I’m way more talented than you are, and I’m not a fucking whore who sleeps her way into the team. I don’t monopolize Ateez’s attention, not like you have. You got private sessions with San and Yunho, I saw it. And fuck it was amazing to see how much hate you’re still getting for it. You should just go back home, y’know, and be the little omega housewife, because that’s all you’re good for.” Aaron goes off on a rant, inadvertently revealing that he was the one that leaked the photos to Dispatch.

The anger in the room was palpable, and y/n wasn’t the only one to shrink in on herself because of it. Wooyoung held her tighter, his arms snaking around her to pull her closer, as the two of them watched the others crowd around the three on the floor, as they noticed that the staff ushered the other auditionees out of the conference room.

“So, you’re the one who put my members’ careers at risk, and put them in the middle of a scandal? You’re the one who made my members worried and stressed because you’re jealous that another person, that wasn’t you, caught our eye? Y’know, it's fitting that it’s you. You look as pathetic as you actually are. Only someone who knows they’re inadequate stoops so low as to bring others down to their level. You’re passed over in favor of omegas, because they’re obviously better than you. And y/n is one of those omegas.” Hongjoong said, his words filled with condescension towards Aaron. “Say goodbye to any chance of making it in the industry, here or back home. Word gets around about bad people.” The captain finished.

Seonghwa turned to the staff that remained in the room. “If you don’t get security here within the next few minutes, and make sure he’s escorted back to his room so he can pack up and then driven to the airport to fly back to whatever dump he’s from, we will take it into our hands. I don’t think you want the media, or Atiny, knowing that you were going to let someone who tried to ruin two members of Ateez, into the group. Nor will the police be happy if they find out that they were deceived, if any of you knew about what he had done, to not only San and Yunho, but to an innocent person in all of this.”

Yeosang, normally not one to be overly touchy feely when things are stressful, moved over to Wooyoung and y/n, in need of comfort from his omega friend. Wooyoung immediately noticed and pulled the alpha close, the now trio taking comfort in one another. The two men silently communicated, both hoping that management would fail in the task given to them, so that the stain on the floor would be dragged out by police instead. They were disappointed when security rushed into the room, and once Jongho had pulled away from the beta, the team of security guards led the disgraced auditionee out of the conference room, and away from the lives of the now nine members of Ateez.

Hongjoong was quick to collect the rest of the group, including y/n, and bid goodbye to the staff members, not sparing them another glace as he led his group out into the hallway. Y/n was pushed into the middle of their protective circle, with Seonghwa and Wooyoung on either side, and Mingi behind the trio to bring up the rear as the others surrounded the trio of omegas. The group of nine were led to the practice room, as it was the easiest and quickest place to regroup.

Once everyone was settled in the room, most sprawled out on the floor, including y/n whose head was laid in Yeosang’s lap as the man ran his hands through her hair, silence settled over the group as everyone processed what had just occurred. That silence lasted until the youngest omega shot up, almost hitting Yeosang’s chin, as she realized exactly what the group had been fighting for in the first place.

“Wait. You want me to be the ninth member of Ateez?!” She shouted out, in complete shock.

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Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader

Relocating to the small town of Knife’s Edge in hopes of leaving your old life behind and starting brand new solves all of your problems, right? Wrong. It only creates more and one of them may live right next door. Side effects may include blaring music at 3AM, a scowling neighbor, and one too many shots of tequila on several occasions. (That The Bourbon will not be comping.)

A/N: I'm super excited to start this lil series, I've had this idea for a little while and I can never resist writing total opposites, it's just so fun to explore their dynamic when they want to reject each other so bad. Also a lot of this fic is inspired by Smoke Signals by Phoebe Bridgers (hence the name). As always I would love your feedback and any comments y’all have 🙂 OH and finally...the hugest largest biggest thank you to @uglypastels for beta reading and proof reading and all that good stuff, it was SO appreciated and really helped smooth things out ILY Z YOU'RE SO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO 💜

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Morning dew was like an old friend, someone you hadn’t paid attention to since childhood but felt so familiar with, so…safe.  Maybe it was a little too ridiculous to find security in a few dew drops but arriving in a new town with a population of less than five hundred would have that effect.  Twists and turns of windy roads unknown, trees larger than any house, and barely any infrastructure would all frazzle anyone not accustomed to its elements.  Normally you wouldn’t get car sick but these roads were a beast you’d never encountered before in your life, stomach threatening to send back your lunch of tuna on white bread and a bag of Doritos.  You refused to let bile even trace your tongue so with just enough self control, you swallowed any sickness down and pushed forward.  Now you were hunched over in the driver’s seat, the door open as you sucked in the fresh mountain air, perfect lengthy blades of grass grazing the bottom of the door.  Just before you, up the driveway made up of damp dirt, was home.  A home you were a stranger to at the moment but hoped to at least become acquaintances with.  Lower expectations created less disappointment.  If you dive in head first, you can only guarantee yourself vulnerability and pain, slow and steady was the only pace.

It’s not permanent; you are just figuring things out.

It’s what you kept preaching to yourself during the altitude change, where flatter land transformed into large mountains, the tallest peaks coated in white.  Where your ears popped and your brain felt pressure.  And then shortly after, you were submerged deep into the forests, far from home, where you knew there was no going back for quite some time.  It was a trial run although it didn’t feel that way when the moving truck packed with your life pulled up just minutes after you, delivering every piece of your life to some cabin in a secluded town that was nearly invisible on any map.  Temporary was starting to feel foreign when everything felt more set in stone.

You’d think a town called ‘Knife’s Edge’ would steer you away and maybe that was the intent when it was first named; to ward off newcomers who had no business being out in the woods.  But it only intrigued you.  From what you could find out in a few tourism magazines, Knife’s Edge was not somewhere you went for a getaway, not according to the locals who were a tight knit community where everyone knew everyone.  The economy relied on the small businesses down in The Village, on Main Street which according to your calculations was about five miles down the road and around the lake then up.  That was the extent of knowledge you’d had on your new home and yes, maybe you should have gathered more information before daring to even place a down payment on some random cabin in the woods but when a new start calls, you either answer the phone or stare at it until nothing happens.  The cabin was either yours if you paid the down payment or it would’ve been torn down and sold to the neighbor for more land which would’ve sent you on your way again, on a wild goose chase for a new place that you could fit into.  Not that you were too sure that you’d even fit in here.  But it seemed too obvious that this was where you were meant to be when the realtor advised that it was yours at a low down payment, a steal.  So you’d try to make it work.

The moving truck’s door startled you, slamming against the top as two men got to work, unloading all your belongings.  You figured this was your cue to exit your beat-up sedan to unlock the front door–wide-paneled and made of a beautiful dark oak.  The crunch of pebbles and dirt alerted the movers to your presence where you let them know you were going to open up so they could begin their tedious process, one of them grumbling something incoherent in response.  As you approached even closer, there were knicks and dents decorating the surface of the door but it seemed to add to the essence.  The wooden steps creaked underneath your weight and upon glancing around the porch, you found two well built rocking chairs that the previous owner must have left behind.  Other than that, there were pine needles and other debris from the surrounding nature caked in the corners, some scattered along the rest of the floor that would need to be swept up but it wasn’t an urgent task in comparison to actually setting up your bed and other necessities.

The lock was stubborn as you twisted the key but with one more persistent shove and turn, it clicked and you were able to push your way in, the hinges painfully squeaking as you made a mental note to pick up some WD40.  The air inside was stale, smelling of dust and maybe a half hearted spritz of air freshener.  Or maybe it was drenched in air freshener but it did little to nothing to cover up the smell of an old abandoned cabin; you weren’t sure.  It was a modest size, the kitchen off to the right, tucked into the corner with a small island in the center.  The living room was the first room you walked into from the front, the floorplan more open than you’d expected.  A little to the left was a narrow hallway with shutter doors lining both sides, you assumed one side had to be the laundry.  The door at the end had to be the bedroom and the door just before you embark into the hall had to be the bathroom but you had no time to explore right now.

Morning light trickled in through the kitchen window just above the stove, creating a beautiful hue against the wood paneling of the walls which you only noticed as you came back in, setting a box that was labeled ‘kitchen’ on the counter before rushing back out to retrieve more of your belongings.  It was too early to be doing such strenuous work but that's what you get for securing a slot with the moving company first thing in the morning.  In hindsight, you didn’t realize you were signing yourself up to meet said moving truck at 6:00 AM but in your defense, you’d never done this before. 

By 7:00 AM the truck was fully unloaded and on its way out and with it went the grumpy movers, more than likely unsatisfied with the fact that they’d have to trek back down the mountain.  You graciously offered them an extra twenty bucks which they gladly took but still appeared crabby nonetheless.  Now for the part you had been dreading the most: unpacking each box and putting everything in its respective place.  But first, you wanted to take it all in.  You were right; the laundry was on the left side of the hall behind the shutter door and on the other side was a closet.  The bedroom was settled right where you had guessed, at the end of the hall and rather than being empty, it now held your bed and mattress, sheets still yet to be found among the boxes labeled ‘bedroom’ in thick sharpie.  The wallpaper was something you could do without but maybe you’d find time to peel it off later and replace it with something more to your taste.  Currently the bedroom walls were lined with floral designs and pale blue stripes and if you could be honest, the design was a bit too busy for your liking.  But it was a roof over your head for a good price so complaining was out of the equation.

At the opposite end of the hall, just off the living room was the bathroom, sporting a less off putting wallpaper of faded yellow and white vertical stripes.  You first ensured your hygiene essentials were in place, toothbrush and toothpaste in a glass on the sink, towels on the rack, and soaps set up in the shower including shampoo, conditioner, and bar of Dove.  Having these accessible was a priority, cleanliness being one of the most important factors of your daily routine.  

Clothes were next and you’d forgotten a box in your trunk of your most worn items of clothing that you could pick through until you were fully settled.  Lazily carrying yourself back to the driveway where your maroon sedan sat on top of the copper-toned dirt, you do a double take when you realize your mailbox was taken out, wood splintering out of the ground as the poor box lays among the grass at the edge of the street.  From what you could remember, it was fully intact when you first drove up so you’re forced to conclude that the movers you’d tipped generously must have run it over and not given it a second thought.

The half of the mailbox that rested on the ground was a lot heavier than it looked and you would’ve thought it was made of cement just by the weight.  You felt pathetic dragging it up the driveway, creating a prominent line in the dirt along the way.  A brief break in getting the damn thing up to your porch has you about half way up the driveway, glancing around at your surroundings, only to finally take into account that you had a neighbor relatively close by, a cabin similar to yours only a few hundred yards away except it was a darker wood and a red pickup sat idle in front of it.

You braced yourself, catching your breath to continue hauling the mailbox back until you can figure out how to repair it when your eyes catch on figure, a man making his way down the steps of the cabin you’d just been analyzing.  And you’re quick to shy away until you realize he’d already been looking at you, a cocky grin on his face as he slowly, almost tauntingly stepped off his porch.  The way he walked closer reminded you of a lion declaring its territory, especially with the mane of curls he had, shaggy and brunette.  He wasn’t close enough to allow you to examine any further; however, you caught the click of his tongue before he spoke.

“Gonna get splinters draggin’ wood around like that.”

It’s all he says, a toothpick between his teeth before he turns on his heel, combat boot digging into the soil and it’s only then that you realize he wasn’t offering assistance, he was simply picking up the hose connected to his spigot to rinse off his windshield which now that he’d drawn attention to it, was filthy with mud and leaves.  He wore a red and black flannel which reminded you of a lumberjack but this man just didn’t fit that description based on your short interaction with him.  Or rather his interaction with you.  Your first indication was that he had no facial hair; he was clean-shaven.  And his tight jeans that had black rips at the knees didn’t seem very suitable for a job that required a larger range of motion.

Without any further acknowledgement of your existence, he hopped in his truck and sped off around the bend without a care in the world.  He was a resident douchebag and you’d never even spoken a word to him.  You quickly realized you were still stood in the middle of the driveway with half a mailbox, grunting in protest as you lugged it the rest of the way up to the porch, leaning it against the railing for future contemplation on how to repair it or if you’d have to fork up money for a brand new one.  That was a problem for future you and though future you would be pissed at past you for putting the responsibility on her, you had other things to sort out such as unpacking the rest of the kitchen so you’d be able to actually use it to feed yourself.  And then of course you’d have to make your way into town a ways down the road to actually get groceries because not a crumb of anything edible was packed.  Aside from a bag of Chex Mix that sat in the passenger seat of your car that you’d picked up at a gas station.

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Going overboard was an understatement when it came to how much you’d actually gotten done.  By 12:00 PM you almost had each room unpacked and put away, moving boxes discarded next to the front door to be thrown out later.  Your plan was to finish off the kitchen and then go into town.  Instead you finished the kitchen and moved from room to room with more motivation than you’d ever experienced in your life.  Maybe it was the adrenaline of living alone, no one else could tell you what to do or where to put things.  It was all up to you and maybe you were a little drunk off that power.  Regardless, you were now worn out and that energy didn’t last very long.  At least you had a freshly made bed for when you came back, that’s what you would reward yourself with. 

If you go grocery shopping then you can come back and nap.

There were still various projects to be done, items to be organized, and objects without a home but for the most part, you could sleep peacefully with the work you’d done today.  The floors were yet to be cleaned and the fridge still needed a good scrub down but that could wait until tonight after you properly refueled.  

Humming to some song you’d heard on the radio earlier, you make your way out the door, patting your pockets for your keys and wallet, both of which you had before locking up and heading for the car.  You rolled your eyes passing the mutilated mailbox, settling into the driver’s seat with an ache in your back from the grueling labor in the early hours of the morning.  Shifting into drive and then rapidly back to park, you remember that these roads are foreign to you and that you could easily get lost and possibly become a bear’s lunch with your luck.  With a tug, the glove box opens and reveals the map you had set in it before embarking on our journey.  The map that was mailed to you of the town didn’t seem very complicated.  But if you happened to make a wrong turn it could land you amongst some rocky cliffs which you thought better to stay away from.  So you carefully examined the route to town, what the people here seemed to call The Village Square.  You took the liberty of drawing your house on the map, a cute little doodle in blue gel pen and then proceeding to draw the rest of the route in the same blue so you’d always have it.

This was it.  A fresh start where no one knew your name.  This would be good for you.  At least that's what you kept trying to convince yourself.  

Goodbye someone else’s daughter and hello new self-made woman.

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You weren’t lost.  You were just…exploring.

Okay, you were a little lost but the signs for The Village Square kept passing you by and yet you found yourself also passing the same exact pine trees–and you knew they were the same pine trees because every time you saw them you thought ‘hey that kinda looks like a dog’.  At some point it started to feel as if you were spawning in and out of some dimension until you finally turned into a lot directly behind one of the signs, sick of this game of hide and seek.  There were no signs for parking which is why you’d passed by so many times in the first place, and now it seemed like you were behind a restaurant of some kind.  This couldn’t be where everyone parked, right?  Anxiety was pooling in your stomach and before you could sike yourself out, you ultimately decided to park and walk from here.  You would only be a few minutes and hopefully you’d be able to muster up the courage to ask someone where to park from now on, even if it did make you seem like an idiot.

Leaves crunched under your sneakers, an obvious indication of the Fall season trickling one leaf at a time.  As if you were a wary animal, you cautiously walked around the building, finding that it was someplace called The Bourbon; the letters written out in neon red lights that weren’t yet illuminated, the open sign in the window dull signifying they were closed.  You let your eyes roam up and down the street, small businesses lined up all the way through and a few patrons, clearly with an agenda making their way along the sidewalks.  It was a cute place, nestled in a little valley.  Instead of plain old cement the sidewalks were cobblestone and overall it seemed to be a pedestrian oriented community with several cross walks and barely any traffic.  

From here you had no idea how to get to Marvin’s Grocery, which seemed to be one of the only produce stores around according to your map.  The others were a little more out of the way, your house conveniently only around five miles away from The Village Square.  The shops you passed as you attempted to gain a sense of direction were exquisite.  Mom-and-pop shops that either smelled of delicious baked goods or hunger-inducing aromas that filled your nostrils with savory goodness.  The smell would haunt you in the best way for days to come.  A candle shop piqued your interest, as well as a flower shop that bloomed so beautifully among the muted tones of the brick buildings around it.

Everything was so unlike what you were used to, back home things were more commercialized, built for quantity not quality.  Here it seemed to be the polar opposite which you could appreciate.  Corporations were the root of all evil and you had yet to see one single corporation among the several businesses you passed so far.  People seemed friendly but also confused by your presence, offering you a meaningful wave accompanied by a puzzled expression written on every face you encountered.  You were a stranger and it was becoming more apparent the deeper you found yourself in the square.  Some people whispered and you happened to snag onto a few words, mostly grasping ‘is she new?’.  In return, you graced them with a polite smile.  It wasn’t like you to initiate small talk or approach new friendships.  If they happened, they happened per the other party’s account, not yours, never one to try and stand out in the crowd only making this infinitely more uncomfortable for you, which was no one’s fault other than your own insecurity.

Eventually you were able to come face to face with the giant ‘Marvin’s Grocery’ sign which looked to be handpainted in big white letters outlined in black with a few cartoony carrots, a tomato, and a head of lettuce.  Wandering around for an extra ten minutes and refusing to ask for help certainly wasn’t ideal but it did familiarize you with the shops you would soon be buying from on the regular.  And it did give you a soft introduction to the small population of Knife’s Edge which despite the name, the people seemed lovely enough.

The store wasn’t the slightest bit crowded and it wasn’t very large either.  A mother and her two kids skimmed one of the aisles while an older man pondered over the produce, apples specifically.  Grabbing a cart, you begin gathering the items you had sorted out on a list in your head.  First bananas, grapes, and blueberries, you didn’t want to bother with too much produce as it went bad fast and you were only one person so those would do for now.  Then you moved on to pantry essentials, canned goods that you could stock up on and always have on hand.  Green beans, corn, peas, baked beans, even soups such as tomato, cream of mushroom, and the standard chicken noodle.

You’d built up a cart full in no time, and by then,  no one else was around so you noted that this time would be perfect to get your shopping done in the future so as to avoid as many people as possible.  The cashier was a woman, probably in her early sixties who seemed not all that intimidating which you were grateful for.  She smiles warmly and you appreciate the sentiment, grinning back at her as you place each item at the register. 

“You’re new.  But I bet you’ve already had an earful of that, haven’t you?”  She lightly teases.

You laugh softly, avoiding eye contact while still trying to remain well mannered, taking notice in small glances that the woman’s name tag reads Donnie in bold red letters as well as the ‘help wanted’ sign perched up against the window.  She seems friendly, a little rough around the edges though in the sense that she had several tattoos that disappeared into the rolled up sleeve of her blue crewneck sweater as well as a fire in her icy blue eyes.  You could already guess that she was quite the character.

“Don’t let them scare you off.”  Donnie carefully bags the eggs with a few more light items, her confidence radiating, as if she doesn’t even need to try, as if it just comes to her so naturally.  Something you could only wish for every once in a blue moon.  “We don’t get many newbies.  They’ll get it outta their system.”  Her voice is a tad scratchy but smooth otherwise, bringing a strange sense of comfort.

“Thank you.”  A mouse may as well have been louder than you but you tried and that’s what counts, right?  New people were not your thing but they would have to become your thing, moving to a place where no one knew you existed and all.  Or maybe you could fly under the radar?  It couldn’t hurt to become the mysterious outsider that spoke to no one although it wasn’t a very realistic ambition.

This was fucked.  You thought to yourself in the solitude of your brain.  Of course the second thoughts were coming now and not before you bought the damn property that tied you to this place.  Initially, the idea was a temporary situation far from home but the deeper you delved into this town, the more permanent it started to feel.  Not just anyone up and moved here and that was clear by the reaction you pulled from several onlookers.  And yet you moved here, bought that damn cabin with the money left to you from your father’s estate, and ultimately, left everything you knew in a manic state.  A mid life crisis in your early twenties.  

“Miss, your change.”  The woman broke through your thoughts and you must have shifted into autopilot, not even remembering handing her any money in the first place.

“S-sorry.”  You mutter, collecting the filthy coins in your palm, shoving them into the front pocket of your jeans which you knew would be a pain to dig out later but again, that was an issue for future you.  She hated your guts.

“No prob–”

It was abrupt, your exit but despite your rude departure, she called out “I’m Donnie!” and you never felt like a shittier person.  She was welcoming you to her home and you didn’t even have the decency to introduce yourself.  That’s how it looked at least, on the inside you were panicking and needed to isolate yourself immediately.  

You must have looked like a maniac carrying your groceries in a near sprint toward the direction of your car.  Everyone else seemed to move at such a mellow pace, not a single vein close to popping out of stress whereas you looked like you’d crumble under the slightest inconvenience.  Which you would if you didn’t get to the car fast enough.  A small misstep causing you to trip?  No chance, you wouldn’t show your face again for weeks.  Your groceries spilling all over the pavement because of said possible misstep?  You would consider moving all over again.

Thankfully the majority of the walk back to the little lot behind one of many businesses was blacked out, your heart practically pumping in your ear the whole time.  What you couldn’t black out from was the man-the same man from this morning smoking a cigarette as he stared at your car.  Fear drenched you; you couldn’t gauge his expression with his back to you but you could guess he wasn’t going to be smiling with the way he was lingering, shuffling his boots back and forth in contemplation.

Announcing yourself felt like the most daunting task in the world, humiliation melting into your skin like an uncomfortable burn.  Maybe some higher power heard your pathetic struggle because the crunch of your sneaker on a perfectly placed leaf called his attention to you, his head snapping in your direction instantly.

The urge to just run was strong but you maintained whatever cool was left within you, fingers waving at him weakly.

His expression was blank, unreadable.  He didn’t say a word as you slowly inched your way closer to the vehicle, only eyeing your every movement like a predator protecting his territory, much like he did that same morning.  The closer view of his face showcased his stoic yet soft features, eyes almost puppy dog-like but something glazed over them, a facade of some kind.  Something that overtook the puppy dog nature they were capable of and replaced them with a cruel glare.  The shape of his nose was endearing at least, rounded at the tip and tinted pink from the cold.

“You just park anywhere you want where you’re from?”  He asks, gesturing vaguely with a tip of his cigarette toward the car.  

Your shaky breath has him furrowing his brows at you, seemingly offended.  It’s not in your nature to offend people but you can’t seem to stop doing it, especially today whether you mean to or not.  But you definitely don’t think you mean to.

“N-no, ‘m sorry.”

“Sorry?”  He mocks, scoffing before inhaling a puff of smoke once more.

“I-I uh, I’m leaving.  It won’t happen again.”  You rush out, all the while forcing yourself not to cry.  “I just–I couldn’t find parking–I was driving around and—there was no–I couldn’t–”

“Don’t let it happen again.”  He warns, stern but easing up on his intense demeanor.

“Promise.”  You whisper, a tear betraying you and rolling down your cheek to which you quickly gather your grocery bags in one hand to swat away at your cheek.  It’s too late, he already saw.

No empathy is detected in his stare, not that you feel you deserve any.  It was just an observation.  “Now, get out of my lot.”  It’s a demand, a non-negotiable demand that if you were brave enough to argue, would probably have him towing your shitty little sedan.  

So you nod, blinking back the water works as best you could while tossing your groceries into the passenger seat, him watching the whole time.  With your seatbelt suddenly feeling like the most complicated thing in the world, you expect to look up and meet pure rage but instead your ears perk up at a few knocks on the window.  Rolling it down as fast as possible with the manual handle, the man stands towering over you, cigarette abandoned sometime in between you getting in the car and struggling to remember how a seatbelt works.  Did he have more choice words for you for illegally parking on what he deemed ‘his lot’?  You really didn’t want to stick around to find out but you had no choice.

“Left on Main.  Then right on Cherry.”  His dark eyes hinted at hues of warm honey but they were briskly dismissed by his cold attitude.

“What?”

“Next time.  So you don’t turn into my damn lot again.”  

You still didn’t know what he meant by ‘his lot’ and you didn’t have the backbone to ask.  You did however fully get the message that you were to never park here again and were now aware of which streets to search for to avoid it at all costs.  You’d memorize every detail of it if it meant you could steer clear of the apathetic man before you.  With a nervous nod, you were off, not once looking back just as he did that morning except he had more grit in his actions, you just came off as a scared church mouse.  You never even caught his name and you didn’t mind not knowing it at this rate seeing as he was all bite and bark for no good reason.

This place never felt so far from home.  Nowhere was home.  Your heart was in a sense homeless, lost and longing for the connections that these people had with each other that you couldn’t seem to tap into even if your life depended on it.  In all fairness, it had only been a few hours and you couldn’t gauge your success based on that but it was tugging on your brain like a parasite, eating away at your final optimistic thoughts.  

I don’t belong here.

I don’t fit in.

The drive ‘home’ was flooded with tears and muffled sobs into your now sticky sleeve, coated in snot and if anyone were to pass you along the way you would look psychotic with how your face scrunched up at every exhale, doing your best to keep yourself quiet despite being the only one in the car.  You were always doing your best.  Always to please others.  And it never worked.

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A Price to Pay

Kraven x named OC. I may update later to be nameless reader.

I wrote this for my own pure enjoyment after seeing Kraven. Thought others might enjoy it as well. Wrote it at like 3am, not beta read. Might have errors but whatever.

Dark fanfiction. Trigger warnings a plenty. Will include non/dubcon. Non-con spanking. Predator / prey / primal play. Non-consensual breeding. Forced breeding. Somnophilia. And more. Read at your own risk.

18+. MINIRS DNI. NSFW.

Spoilers ahead

The elevator scene never made sense to me. How did Kraven not hear the struggle? Because he was talking to some random guy? It didn’t make sense to me. This story fixes that. A woman paid to be the distraction. Then the story cuts to after the movie, where Kraven tracks her down, blaming her for what happened.

The elevator chimed its arrival on the ground floor, and Aurora Zedel stepped in, her white blonde hair bouncing as she moved. Her teal eyes scanned the gleaming metal interior, noticing the faint smudges where hands had gripped the railings. The button for the 14th floor was already lit up, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the easy money waiting for her. As the doors began to glide shut, a large, muscular figure barreled towards her, his bare feet slapping against the marble floor. A man with dark brown hair and scruffy beard, had the look of a man who hadn't slept in days.

"Hold the elevator.” He called out.

Aurora glanced at him, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a smirk as she took in his desperate sprint. But she knew better. Her instincts screamed at her to keep moving. She'd heard too many horror stories about being alone with strange, overbearing men in elevators. Her finger hovered over the 'Close Door' button, a silent declaration of her decision. She wasn't going to be that girl, the one who ended up as a tragic headline in tomorrow's newspaper. The doors began to slide shut, and she could almost feel the weight of his glare as they inched closer to sealing his fate.

But fate had other plans. The elevator jolted as something metal smacked into the 'up' button, the doors springing back open. Aurora's eyes widened as she watched the knife, thrown with the precision of a seasoned knife-thrower, lodge itself into the center of the button with a solid click. The man followed, his bare feet crossing the threshold as he reached out to claim his makeshift key. He grabbed the knife with a grin that was more predatory than charming and stepped into the elevator, his six-foot-tall frame filling the space with a sense of palpable dominance.

They stood in momentary silence as the doors closed. Aurora faced forward, but she could feel his eyes on her, a heat that seemed to burn through her clothes. Her heart raced, but she refused to show fear. "I tried to hold the door for you," she lied, trying to break the tension with a nonchalant tone.

"No, you didn't." He said with a smirk.

Her eyes darted to the knife still clutched in his hand. The elevator's smooth ascent seemed to echo the sudden drop in the temperature of the room. The smirk grew into a full-fledged grin as he caught her gaze, and Aurora felt the urge to apologize for her earlier snub, even though she had every right to be wary. His voice was a rich timbre that sent a shiver down her spine, despite the warmth of the enclosed space.

"This?" He said, holding up the knife with a casual air, as if they were discussing the weather. "It's my work knife. I take it with me everywhere."

With a swift, practiced movement, he folded the blade into the handle and slipped it into his pocket. His grin never wavered as he watched Aurora's eyes follow the knife, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the ease of the motion. He could see the question marks popping up in her eyes, the curiosity and fear fighting for dominance. Good. That was the reaction he liked.

"What do you do for work?" Aurora's voice was a bit too high, trying to cover the tremor in her throat.

Kraven leaned back against the wall of the elevator, his towering presence seeming to consume the small space. He took a deep, leisurely breath, his eyes never leaving Aurora. "I'm a hunter," he said with a smirk that sent a shiver down her spine. “I hunt people.”

The elevator jolted to a stop on the 14th floor, and Aurora's heart skipped a beat as she felt his gaze intensify. "And you wonder why I didn't hold the elevator for you?" she quipped, her sassiness belying the racing thoughts in her head.

Kraven chuckled lowly, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "You're feisty. I like that." He stepped aside, allowing Aurora to exit the elevator. The doors slid open, revealing the opulent hallway she'd been told to wait in.

Her legs felt like jelly as she stepped out, the clack of her heels on the marble floor the only sound in the otherwise quiet corridor. She couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze on her, even though she had her back to him. Without looking back, Aurora quickly made her way down the hall, her eyes scanning the gold-plated numbers until she found the one that matched her instructions. She took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door of apartment 1413, the echo of the raps echoing in the emptiness around her.

The silence that followed was thick, unnerving. She checked the time on her phone, the digital numbers ticking away the seconds like a bomb about to go off. She waited, her heart hammering in her chest like a drumline in a parade, each beat louder than the last. The air felt charged, like it was holding its breath along with her, and she had to fight the urge to run back to the safety of the elevator. But she'd come this far. No way she was leaving without that money.

The wait was endless, stretching out like a never-ending taffy pull. Her eyes darted around the hallway, taking in the opulent surroundings with their gold-framed artwork and plush carpeting. The quiet was so complete she could hear the faint hum of the elevator's machinery, a steady rhythm that seemed to taunt her with its normalcy. Her eyes kept straying back to the door she'd just knocked on, willing it to open. And just as the clock on her phone hit the ten-minute mark, it did.

The man who emerged was as silent as the hallway itself. He was dressed in a sharp suit that screamed wealth and power, with sunglasses that obscured his eyes despite the lack of natural light. He held out a briefcase with a single nod, his face a mask of professional detachment. Aurora took it, her fingers trembling slightly as she felt the weight of the case in her hands. This was it. This was what she'd been promised. The brief moment of victory was cut short by the sound of the door clicking shut, leaving her standing there with nothing but the briefcase and the echo of the man's retreating footsteps.

Her heart pounded as she made her way back to the elevator, the sound of her heels on the marble floor a stark contrast to the quiet that had just moments ago held the corridor in its grip. She stepped into the metal box, the briefcase feeling like a treasure trove of secrets at her side. The doors whispered shut, and with a gentle ding, the elevator began to descend. The briefcase called to her, a siren's song of cold, hard cash. She couldn't resist the urge to peek. With trembling hands, she flipped the latches open, her eyes widening as the bills greeted her like an old friend.

Holy shit. They hadn't lied. She really got 50k to ride an elevator.

Three months had passed since Aurora's peculiar elevator encounter in London, and she had almost forgotten about the mysterious man with the knife. Her life had returned to the comfortable routine of cataloging artifacts and giving tours at the museum, with the occasional thrill of a new exhibit or an unexpected discovery. The cobblestone streets of London had been replaced with the concrete jungle of New York, but the memory of Kraven's smoldering gaze still lingered like a ghost in the back of her mind. She had moved on, though, using the money to upgrade her living situation and indulge in a few well-deserved treats.

Now, she found herself walking home from the Museum of Natural History, her one-bedroom flat a mere stone's throw away. The apartment boasted a stunning view of Central Park from the windows, which she often enjoyed with a cup of coffee and a good book. The rent was steep, but the 50,000 dollars had been a lifeline that allowed her to chase her dreams without the burden of financial stress. She often mused about what had happened to the man she had met that fateful day, but the chaos of her daily life quickly overshadowed those fleeting thoughts.

The walk home was never particularly long, but tonight, it felt like an eternity. Aurora's eyes darted around the bustling street, searching for the source of the uneasy feeling that had crept into her consciousness. The cacophony of car horns and pedestrians' chatter created a wall of noise that should have comforted her, but instead, it amplified the sensation of being observed. Her stride grew quicker as she wove through the throngs of people, the clack of her heels on the sidewalk a steady beat that seemed to echo her racing heart.

Finally, she reached the sanctuary of her apartment building, the heavy door swinging closed behind her with a comforting thud that muted the sounds of the city. She took the stairs two at a time, her breath coming in short gasps, fueled by adrenaline rather than exertion. Once inside, Aurora double-locked the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, her eyes closed as she allowed the sense of relief to wash over her.

With shaking hands, she made her way to the kitchen and put the kettle on for a cup of coffee. The familiar ritual of measuring out the grounds and watching the water heat was a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. She carried the steaming mug to the living room, the warmth spreading through her fingers and up her arm. She stepped over to the large windows, the twinkling lights of the city spread out before her like a glittering quilt. Her gaze fell upon Central Park, a vast expanse of darkness with the occasional flash of a streetlamp piercing the night.

For a moment, she could have sworn she saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees, his eyes locked onto her apartment. Her heart skipped a beat as she took a sip of her coffee, the bitter liquid scalding her tongue. But when she blinked, the figure was gone, swallowed by the night as if he had never been there.

The days ticked by, and the sense of unease grew stronger. Aurora couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, followed. She'd catch glimpses of dark figures in the corner of her eye, only to turn and find nothing but the cold, unyielding concrete of the city.

Her once-peaceful evening walks were now fraught with tension, her steps quicker, her eyes darting around the street as if searching for a predator that only she could sense. The whispers of the wind through the skyscrapers began to sound like the taunts of a pursuer, playing tricks on her ears.

It was a cold, rainy night when Aurora's fears materialized into reality. She had just stepped out of the warm embrace of the museum, her heels clicking rhythmically against the wet pavement as she hurried towards the safety of her apartment. The rain was a curtain, obscuring her view of the world, and she was grateful for the anonymity it provided.

As Aurora reached her building, she fumbled with her keys, the cold metal slipping through her trembling fingers. The door was heavier than usual, the weight of her fear seemingly adding to its mass. She slammed it shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty foyer. The climb up the stairs was a blur of wet footsteps and heavy breathing, each step taking her closer to what she hoped was safety.

Finally, she reached her floor, the last bastion between her and the sanctuary of her home. The apartment door swung open with a groan of protest, revealing the welcoming embrace of her cozy living space. She didn't bother turning on the light; the moon's glow was enough to guide her as she shrugged off her soaked jacket and draped it over the hook. Her clothes clung to her body like a second skin, a chilly reminder of the rain's relentless embrace.

Aurora padded softly down the hallway, her damp feet leaving a trail of footprints on the hardwood floor. The anticipation of a hot shower washed away the last of her unease, replacing it with a warm, comforting warmth that seemed to radiate from the bathroom. She was so focused on the thought of the steaming water that she didn't notice the shift in the air, the sudden stillness that seemed to thicken like molasses.

It was only when she reached the threshold of her bedroom that Aurora's instincts screamed at her to stop. Something was off. The shadows in the room seemed to shift, coalescing into a form that didn't belong. Her hand hovered over the light switch, the plastic cool under her fingertips. She knew she should turn it on, illuminate the darkness, but she was frozen, a deer in the headlights of a car she didn't see coming.

The air grew heavy, charged with the electricity of a storm that had yet to break. And then she heard it. The unmistakable sound of fabric rustling against skin, the almost imperceptible huff of breath. She whirled around, her eyes darting through the darkness, searching for the source of the sound. Her heart was a jackhammer in her chest, each beat echoing through her body like a warning bell.

A figure emerged from the shadows, his silhouette blocking the moonlight that had been her beacon. It was him, the man from the elevator. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light, the gold of his irises piercing the gloom. He was no longer the charming rogue she had met months ago; now, he was the hunter made flesh, a creature of the night with a vendetta to settle.

Her instinct was to scream, to let out the terror that had been coiled in her chest for weeks, but he was faster. Kraven crossed the room in a single bound, his hand clamping over her mouth with the strength of a vice. The warmth of his palm against her skin was a stark contrast to the cold fear that washed over her. Aurora's eyes went wide, the pupils dilating with shock as she struggled against his unyielding grip.

"Hello, Aurora," Kraven purred, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I've been looking forward to this little reunion." His voice was a dark symphony, a blend of velvet and steel that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

Aurora's eyes searched for any escape, but the room had shrunk to the size of a cage, with Kraven as her captor. His grip on her was firm, the heat of his palm searing into her cheek, his other hand snaking around her waist to keep her in place. His scent was musky, like the rain-soaked earth after a storm, a wildness that made her want to both lean into it and flee from it.

"You," she managed to whisper through his hand. The accusation was clear in her voice, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface of fear.

Kraven's grin widened, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Yes, me. You've been a hard one to track down, Aurora. But I always get my prey." His grip on her tightened, and she could feel the power in his arms, the promise of strength that could easily overpower her.

The past month had been a game of cat and mouse, with Kraven following Aurora's scent across continents. Her unique blend of vanilla, amber, and musk had led him through the bustling streets of New York, each step bringing him closer to the woman who had unwittingly played a role in his brother's downfall. It was a scent that had haunted his dreams, a sweetness tinged with the bitter stench of betrayal. And now, finally, he had her right where he wanted her.

"Let me go," Aurora hissed, her eyes flashing with a fiery determination that only served to pique Kraven's interest. She struggled in his arms, her body a thrash of limbs that did little to free herself from his iron grip. His smile grew as he leaned in, his nose brushing against her neck as he took in her scent. It was intoxicating, a blend of fear and something else, something that made his pulse quicken.

"Why are you here?" she spat, her voice muffled by his hand.

Kraven leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You helped them, Aurora. You're part of this." His words were a dark promise of retribution, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "I'm going to make you pay for what you've done."

"What are you talking about?" she choked out, her eyes watering from the pressure of his hand. "I don't know anything!" Her nails dug into his palm, desperation fueling her strength.

Kraven's grin grew more wolfish. "Don't play dumb with me. You were the perfect distraction in that elevator. You delayed me, allowed them to take my brother. And now, I've found you." His voice was a low growl that sent a shiver down Aurora's spine.

Aurora's eyes searched the room for anything she could use as a weapon, but all she saw was her own reflection in the dresser mirror, wide-eyed and terrified. She tried to kick out, but her heels slipped on the wet floor. Kraven's grip on her was unrelenting.

"You're wrong," Aurora managed to murmur, the words barely audible against his palm. "I didn't know what was happening!"

"Ignorance is no excuse," Kraven whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. She felt a sharp pinprick at the base of her neck, and the room swirled around her like a kaleidoscope of shadows. The last thing she heard was the echo of his words, "You distracted me. You helped them. And you will pay."

When Aurora woke, the world was spinning. She groaned, her head feeling like a sledgehammer had taken up residence inside her skull. She tried to sit up, but the world tilted, and she collapsed back onto the bed with a soft thump. The scent of rich, musky wood enveloped her, unfamiliar and comforting in the same breath. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The walls of the room were made of glass triangles, creating a dome that showcased the dense woods outside. The stark contrast of the opulent furnishings with the wild, untamed nature beyond was jarring, like a jungle queen's palace in the heart of the forest.

Her eyes searched the room frantically, trying to piece together the puzzle of her location. The last thing she remembered was the cold, hard hand over her mouth and the sudden darkness that had swallowed her whole. Her hand shot up to her neck, feeling the tender spot where she had been injected. A sour taste lingered on her tongue, the aftermath of whatever drug had been used to render her unconscious.

Aurora's heart hammered in her chest as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, the plush bedding beneath her offering little comfort. Her legs dangled over the side, and she took a moment to let the world settle before attempting to stand. Her eyes fell on the door, a stark reminder of the danger she was in.

With wobbly steps, she approached the glass panes that made up the wall, her eyes scanning the dense foliage beyond for any sign of Kraven. The rain had stopped, and in its place, a serene quiet had descended over the woods. The moon cast an eerie glow through the canopy, painting the leaves in silvery light. She knew she had to escape.

Aurora stumbled onto the deck, the cold wood seeping through her damp clothes, sending a shiver down her spine. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Her eyes searched the horizon, the distant sound of an owl's hoot piercing the silence. The urge to flee was a living thing within her, a primal instinct that screamed at her to run.

And then she heard it—a growl, low and menacing, that seemed to resonate through her very bones. Her heart stuttered in her chest, the beat of a wild drum that matched the throb of fear in her veins. Her eyes darted to the nearby forest, the dense underbrush hiding whatever creature had made the sound.

For a moment, the world stood still. The moonlight danced through the leaves, painting an eerie tableau of shadows and light. And then, she saw it—a flash of movement, the unmistakable form of a creature stalking closer. A snow leopard, its fur a ghostly white against the backdrop of the night, its eyes gleaming with a hunger that was all too real.

Aurora's heart skipped a beat, and she forgot about the man who took her. Survival instinct took over, and she bolted back inside the dome, the door slamming shut with a resounding boom that echoed through the quiet night. She leaned against the door, panting as she watched the creature prowl closer. The snow leopard's eyes never left hers, a predator sizing up its prey.

It was a snow leopard, a creature of the Himalayas and other high-altitude regions. Aurora's mind raced. How was this possible? The last she knew, she was in the heart of New York City, not in the remote mountains of Asia. Panic set in as the reality of her situation sank in—she was not in her element, not even in the city she called home. This was a place where nature ruled, and she was the intruder.

The beast circled the structure a few times, its eyes never leaving Aurora's as it assessed her. Its tail twitched, the tip brushing the ground with a mesmerizing rhythm that seemed to beckon her closer. But the sharpness of its teeth and the power in its muscles were clear warnings. This was not an animal to be trifled with.

As the snow leopard disappeared into the woods, the night grew quieter, the only sound the gentle patter of rain against the glass. Aurora let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her eyes still glued to the spot where it had been. The tension in her body slowly began to uncoil, and she pushed herself away from the door.

It was only when she heard the soft click of the lock turning that she realized she wasn't alone. She whirled around, her eyes widening as the man stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming in the moonlit night like the predator that had just been outside. The sight of him sent a jolt of terror through her, a stark reminder of the human danger that lurked within the confines of this alien place.

"Welcome to my home, Aurora," Kraven said, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down her spine. He was dressed in a simple pair of black pants and a form-fitting shirt that did little to hide his muscular physique. His bare feet were silent on the floor, a stark contrast to the pounding of her heart.

Her eyes searched the room for a way out, for anything that could help her, but all she found was more glass and steel, a prison of luxury that reflected the moon's glow. "Where am I?" she demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

"Somewhere safe," Kraven said, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made her want to shrink away. "Or as safe as you can be when you're with me."

The room was sparse but luxurious, a stark contrast to the wildness beyond the glass walls. Aurora took in the furs draped over the bed, the heavy wooden furniture that looked as though it had been carved from ancient trees, and the crackling fireplace that cast flickering shadows across the floor. The heat was a stark contrast to the cold she'd felt outside, a seductive warmth that she knew was a trap.

"This isn't New York," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The trees, the snow leopard—none of it made sense. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the puzzle of her new surroundings. "Where are we?"

"My home," Kraven said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very floor beneath her feet. "Eastern Russia. The heart of the wilderness." He stepped closer, and Aurora could feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the cold outside. "You won't find another human for over a thousand miles."

Aurora's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. She had to keep her wits about her, had to find a way out of this insanity. "What do you want from me?" she spat, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.

"Oh, I think you know," Kraven said, his smirk growing more predatory with each passing moment. He strolled closer, his bare feet silent on the cold floor. "You see, you've become part of the hunt now, Aurora. You're the fox that led me astray in that elevator, and now it's my turn to set the chase."

Aurora's heart raced, her mind scrambling to understand what he was saying. The elevator job had been a random encounter, hadn't it? Just a way to make some quick cash. But as Kraven prowled towards her, she knew that she had been naive to think she could walk away unscathed from whatever dark world he was part of.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Aurora repeated, her voice stronger this time. "We were just two strangers in an elevator. I didn't do anything to distract you from anything!"

Kraven's smirk grew, a dark twist of amusement playing on his lips. "Ah, but you see, Aurora, that's where you're wrong. You're more than just a pretty face and an interesting scent. You're a puzzle piece in a much larger game." He stalked closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Your innocent act isn't fooling me. I know you're part of the reason my brother fell to the darkness. That night, when you stepped into that elevator, you became part of the hunt. And now, you're going to pay for it." His words were a whisper, a promise of retribution that seemed to hang in the air like a mist of venom.

Aurora's mind raced as she tried to form a coherent argument, but her thoughts were muddled by fear and confusion. "Please, I didn't know! I was offered $50,000 to ride the elevator to the fourteenth floor and wait ten minutes. That was all!" she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I had no idea what was happening!"

Kraven's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the veil of her fear. "Money," he spat, his tone derisive. "Always the same story. You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" His words stung, but Aurora knew better than to let his accusations bait her.

"I don't know anything about your brother or your...hunting," she said firmly, her voice stronger than she felt. "I'm just a curator at the museum. I don't get involved in...whatever it is you think I'm involved in."

Kraven tilted his head, studying her with a predatory gaze. "You're a curator, yes, but you're also a survivor. You've survived in a city that eats the weak alive. You've made a good life for yourself with the money you earned that night. But now, the game has changed. You're in my world, and here, the only way to survive is to become the hunted."

Aurora's eyes searched his, looking for a glimmer of humanity, but all she found was a cold, calculating stare. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her limbs.

"Revenge," Kraven replied, his tone as unyielding as the steel bars that seemed to enclose her in this glass cage. "You've cost me everything. For a pitiful fifty thousand dollars, you've taken away the only person I ever cared about. And now, you'll learn what it means to be the prey."

Aurora felt the blood drain from her face, her heart racing like the prey of the snow leopard that had just been outside. "Your brother...he's...dead?" she stuttered, the reality of the situation crashing down upon her.

"Worse," Kraven said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "He didn't just die. He turned into the very evil I hunt. A monster." His eyes blazed with anger and something else—hurt, a deep, raw pain that made Aurora's chest tighten. "And it's all because of you."

The room felt smaller as he approached, his muscular form looming over her. Aurora took a step back, her heels clicking against the cold, hard floor. "What do you mean?" she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "How could I have done that?"

Kraven's smile was cruel. "You played your part, Aurora. Whether you knew it or not." He reached out, his hand snaking around her throat, his fingers tightening just enough to remind her of his power. "And now, it's time for you to pay the price."

Aurora's eyes widened with terror, her pulse racing like a rabbit caught in a snare. "Please," she choked out, her voice a desperate plea. "I didn't know. I don't know anything. I don't even know who you are."

Kraven's grip tightened, his thumb pressing against the pulse point on her neck, feeling the erratic rhythm beneath the soft skin. "You can call me Kraven," he murmured. "You're about to find out what it's like to be the hunted. To feel the fear, the adrenaline, the desperation." His other hand reached out, ghosting over her cheek, his touch feather-light but sending a shiver of fear through her. "You're going to regret ever crossing my path, Aurora Zedel."

With a sudden shove, he released her, sending her stumbling backwards. "Run," he said, his voice a low growl. "I'll give you a head start. And don't worry about the snow leopard outside. She won't hunt you." His eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. "She won't hunt my prey."

Aurora didn't need to be told twice. She bolted towards the door, her heart in her throat. Her legs felt like jelly, but she pushed through the fear, her instincts taking over. The door swung open, and the cool night air enveloped her, the scent of pine and rain mixing with the coppery tang of fear.

Her eyes darted around the moonlit clearing, searching for any sign of civilization or a path through the dense woods. The only sound was the distant call of an owl and the thunderous beat of her own heart. Kraven had vanished, leaving her alone in the wilderness, the glass dome of his lair gleaming in the distance like a malevolent eye watching her every move.

The forest loomed around her, a tapestry of shadows and silver light. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She had to keep moving, to put as much distance as possible between herself and the madman who had brought her here. Her feet sank into the wet earth, the cold seeping through her thin shoes as she stumbled through the underbrush, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.

Behind her, she heard the faintest rustle of leaves, a disturbance that sent a fresh jolt of terror through her. Kraven was out there, watching her flee. She could feel his eyes on her, his presence a dark shadow that seemed to invade every corner of her mind. Her legs burned, her lungs ached, but she didn't dare slow down.

Kraven's thoughts were a tumultuous mix of anger and desire. Her scent, that sweet, alluring blend of vanilla, amber, and musk, had him in a feral frenzy. He hadn't meant to let her go so easily, but something within him had snapped the moment she'd stumbled away from his grasp. The need to claim her, to make her his, was overwhelming, a primal instinct that he hadn't felt in years. His teeth gritted as he watched her vanish into the trees, the moon's glow playing across her curves like a lover's caress.

He waited, his eyes never leaving the spot where she'd disappeared. His heightened senses took in every sound, every smell. He could hear the racing of her heart, the rustle of leaves beneath her panicked feet. His muscles tensed, and he felt the power within him coil tight, ready to spring into action. But he didn't move—not yet.

Kraven watched the shadows dance across the clearing, his eyes glowing with the excitement of the chase. His mind was a tempest of anger and lust, a maelstrom of emotion that swirled around the image of Aurora. He wasn't just mad at her; he was enraged that she'd been used to distract him from his duty. Yet, the thought of her soft curves beneath him was like a siren's call, irresistible and all-consuming. He had to have her.

He waited, his patience that of a cat watching a mouse. He knew the forest like the back of his hand, every twist and turn, every scent that lingered on the breeze. The rain had stopped, leaving the night air cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of Aurora's fear. It was intoxicating, a pheromone that drew him closer. He could feel the vibrations of her desperate flight, the tremble of the earth beneath her feet, the snapping of twigs as she blundered through the underbrush.

Aurora's breaths grew more ragged as she pushed deeper into the forest. Her legs felt like they might give out at any moment, but she couldn't stop. The darkness was suffocating, the trees closing in around her like a living cage. The only thing keeping her going was the burning anger that had ignited within her at Kraven's accusation. How dare he blame her for something she didn't do?

Her mind raced with scenarios of escape, her thoughts interrupted by the occasional crack of a twig or rustle of leaves. Was he really letting her go? Or was this all part of his twisted game? The forest was eerily silent, the only company the distant hoot of an owl and the erratic thump of her own heart.

Aurora's eyes searched the darkness for any sign of Kraven, but all she saw was the endless dance of shadows cast by the moon's weak glow. The trees stretched out before her like an infinite maze, each step a gamble on whether she was moving towards freedom or further into his clutches

.

As Aurora stumbled through the forest, the moon's weak glow pierced the dense canopy, casting eerie patterns of light and shadow on the damp ground. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she could feel the cold seeping into her bones, but she didn't dare stop moving. The fear of Kraven's pursuit kept her legs pumping, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm in her chest. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves made her jump, her eyes darting wildly in search of the predator she knew was stalking her.

The terrain grew more rugged, the underbrush thicker and more difficult to navigate. Aurora's clothes were soaked with rain, clinging to her body and snagging on branches that seemed to reach out to ensnare her. Her shoes, never meant for this kind of environment, were little more than shreds, leaving her feet bare and vulnerable to the jagged rocks and sharp thorns that littered the forest floor.

Her breaths grew shallower, the cold air stinging her lungs as she stumbled over a fallen tree trunk. A glimpse of movement in the corner of her eye had her spinning around, heart racing, only to find a solitary deer watching her with wide, doe-like eyes before it disappeared back into the shadows. The forest was a silent sentinel, holding its breath as the hunted played out her fate.

The moment of respite was shattered when a powerful force crashed into her from behind, sending her sprawling face-first into the wet earth. Aurora screamed and flailed, her nails clawing at the soil as Kraven's heavy body pinned her down, his muscular frame immovable as a boulder. Panic flooded her veins, and she struggled wildly, her legs kicking and arms flailing as she tried to break free.

He was silent as the grave, his breath hot against her neck as he held her in place, his fingers digging into her hips. Aurora felt his erection, a stark reminder of his intentions, pressing into her through his pants, and a new wave of terror washed over her. Kraven chuckled, a dark sound that echoed through the silent night, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered, "You're going to make this so much more enjoyable, little fox."

Her mind reeled as she felt the fabric of her pants tear away, his hand rough and unyielding as he exposed her skin to the cold night air. Aurora's scream was muffled by the wet earth, her struggles futile against his immense strength. She could feel the ground beneath her, the dampness seeping into her clothes, the coldness a stark contrast to the heat of Kraven's body as he claimed her.

With a snarl, he flipped her onto her back, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger that made Aurora's stomach churn. His grip was like a vice around her wrists, pinning her arms above her head as he straddled her, his knees digging into her ribs. "You're mine now," he murmured, his breath hot on her face. "You're going to scream for me, beg for me, and when I'm done with you, you'll never forget the name Kraven."

Aurora's eyes searched the darkness beyond the forest canopy, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild animal's. She could feel the ground beneath her, the cold seeping into her bones, as Kraven's weight bore down on her. His hand slithered up her side, the calloused pads of his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly. She gasped, arching her back in protest, her eyes never leaving his.

With a feral grin, Kraven leaned in, his teeth bared as he ripped her shirt and bra from her body in one swift motion. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the quiet night, a macabre symphony of destruction. Aurora's breasts spilled out, pale and trembling in the moonlight, her nipples hardening from the cold and fear. Kraven's gaze raked over her exposed flesh, his eyes gleaming with hunger, and she felt a surge of revulsion mingled with a perverse thrill.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she lay naked beneath him, her skin glowing in the moonlit clearing. Kraven took a moment to drink in the sight, his own shirt discarded on the ground beside them, the muscles of his chest rippling as he took a deep, satisfied breath. His pants were already undone, the outline of his erection straining against the fabric.

With a snarl, he descended upon her, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck, his tongue laving the wound to soothe the sting. Aurora squirmed beneath him, trying to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. His mouth moved to her breasts, his teeth grazing over the sensitive peaks, his tongue flicking against them in a way that sent waves of pleasure mingling with pain through her body.

Her eyes squeezed shut, Aurora bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle the whimpers that escaped her. She didn't want to give Kraven the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected her. But as he continued to explore her body with a combination of roughness and tenderness that was both terrifying and exhilarating, she could feel her resolve crumbling. His hands roamed, his fingers dipping into her wetness, testing her readiness with a cruel precision.

Kraven's voice was a low, seductive growl in her ear. "You're going to come for me, Aurora. Whether you want to or not." His words were a promise, a dark vow that sent a shiver of fear and anticipation through her body. He was in control, and she knew it, but there was something in his tone that suggested he didn't just want her body—he wanted her to surrender completely, to acknowledge him as her master, her hunter.

He didn't wait for a response, his hand delving between her legs, his fingers teasing her clit with a mastery that had her gasping. Aurora's eyes shot open, her body arching up to meet his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. Kraven's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched her react. "See?" he murmured. "You love it. The thrill of the hunt, the fear of the unknown."

Her eyes filled with anger and defiance as she glared up at him, but he just chuckled, leaning down to capture her mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue thrust inside, claiming her, tasting her fear and her unwilling desire. Aurora felt the heat of his body, the roughness of his beard against her skin, and she hated herself for the way she responded. But she couldn't fight the sensations that flooded her—his touch, his scent, the power that radiated from him like a living flame.

Kraven felt her body's betrayal, her softness yielding to his hardness, her wetness coating his fingers as he stroked her. He broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with victory. "You're going to come for me," he repeated, his voice a dark whisper. "And when you do, you'll understand what it means to be the hunted."

With a snarl, Aurora bucked her hips, trying to dislodge his hand, but he was unmovable. His grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pinned her to the ground.

Her body betrayed her, arching into his touch despite her protests. Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of the situation. But the sensations were too intense, too overwhelming. The fear and the arousal swirled together in a toxic mix, a potent cocktail that had her panting and writhing beneath him.

Kraven's thumb circled her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her in a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Aurora's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this, to regain control, but all she could focus on was the exquisite torture he was inflicting on her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her back bowing off the ground as he brought her closer to the edge.

And then, without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving her trembling and exposed. Aurora's eyes snapped open, and she met his, the hunger in them so intense it stole her breath away. Kraven's grin was wicked as he lined himself up with her, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance.

In one powerful thrust, he entered her, the sheer size of him filling her completely, stretching her in a way that was both agonizing and exhilarating. Aurora's scream pierced the night, echoing through the forest like the cry of a wounded animal. He was so much larger than any man she'd ever been with, his girth a challenge that her body struggled to accommodate. Her muscles clenched around him, trying to resist the intrusion, but his strength was unrelenting.

Her struggles renewed, a cacophony of limbs and desperate gasps for air as he began to move within her. Kraven's hips pistoned, each stroke sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through Aurora's body. She could feel the heat of him, the power of his thrusts as he claimed her with an animalistic ferocity. And yet, as much as she wanted to fight, there was a part of her that craved more, that reveled in the raw, primal energy of the moment. Her body responded in ways she never thought possible, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hips rising to meet his in a silent plea for more.

The world around them faded away, replaced by the sound of their harsh breaths and the slap of skin on skin. Kraven's eyes never left hers, his gaze a blue flame that seemed to burn into her very soul. He watched her, studied her, his expression a mix of anger and lust. "You're mine," he growled, his voice deep and guttural. "You'll always be mine."

Aurora's body responded in ways she couldn't control, her hips moving with his rhythm despite the fear that gripped her. His teeth sank into her lower lip, drawing blood, and she tasted the coppery tang as she moaned into his mouth. Her nails raked down his back, not in protest but in a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything, as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Kraven felt her tighten around him, her muscles contracting with each of his brutal thrusts. He could feel her approaching climax, and the knowledge of her impending surrender fueled his own desire. His hand slammed down on the ground beside her head, the impact echoing through the clearing. "Say it," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Say you're mine."

Aurora's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and need. "Never," she spat out, trying to buck him off. But his weight was too much, his grip too strong.

Kraven chuckled, the sound low and sinister. "We'll see," he murmured against her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe before his mouth moved to her neck, his kisses turning into bites that left marks. He could feel her getting closer, her body's involuntary reactions telling him she was about to give in. His strokes grew deeper, his grip on her hips tightening, his rhythm unyielding.

Aurora's eyes widened as she felt the pressure building, a coil of need that she couldn't fight. She bit back a scream, her teeth digging into her lip so hard she could taste blood. Kraven's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's it," he whispered, his voice a dark purr. "Come for me, Aurora. Show me you're mine."

With a final, brutal thrust, Aurora shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. It was a release unlike any she'd ever experienced, a wave of pleasure that washed over her like a storm. Kraven's eyes glowed with victory, his own orgasm following closely behind, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Aurora felt the weight of his body pressing her into the cold, damp earth, his breath hot against her neck. The reality of what had just happened crashed down on her, and she began to sob, the tears mingling with the rain that had started to fall again.

Kraven pulled back slightly, his grip on her wrists loosening. He studied her face, his expression unreadable. "Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

Aurora's sobs grew louder, her whole body shaking with the force of her emotions. "You...you raped me," she choked out. "How can you ask that?"

Kraven's expression didn't change. He simply leaned down and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You liked it," he said matter-of-factly. "Your body didn't lie to me."

Aurora's anger flared, and she spit in his face. "You're a monster," she hissed.

Kraven wiped the saliva away with the back of his hand, his expression unchanged. "I am what I was made to be," he said, his voice cold and hard. "And now, so are you." He stood, pulling her up with him, and she winced at the pain of his grip on her bruised wrists. He tugged her pants back up, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to walk back to my lair," he said, his voice a low growl. "And we're going to have a little chat about your role in all of this."

The rain was a torrent now, beating against their naked bodies as they walked back through the forest. Aurora's teeth chattered from the cold, her skin covered in a sheen of water and sweat. She stumbled, the pain from her encounter making each step an agony, but Kraven's grip was unyielding. She couldn't help but feel the heat of his body against hers, the way the water traced the valleys of his muscles, making him look like a living statue carved from marble.

But she would not let him see her weakness. As the dome of his fortress came into view, Aurora's panic grew. She knew what awaited her there—more pain, more humiliation. She had to find a way to escape, to prove to herself that she was more than just prey. Her eyes darted around the forest, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon, a means to fight back.

As they approached the clearing where the glass prison loomed, she saw her chance. A fallen branch, thick and sturdy, lay in their path, partially hidden by the underbrush. She waited for Kraven to look away, his focus on the ground as he navigated through the dense foliage. When the moment was right, she reached for it, her hand shaking with fear and determination.

He noticed the shift in her posture, his eyes narrowing as he turned to look at her. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, his grip on her wrist tightening.

Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing with a mix of fear and anger. She had to act now. With all the strength she could muster, she swung the branch at Kraven's head with a feral cry. It connected with a solid thunk, and he staggered back, surprise flickering in his eyes.

This was her moment. Her legs, though trembling, propelled her forward as she tried to run, the rain stinging her bare skin like a thousand tiny needles. But Kraven was too fast. In a blur of movement, he caught her around the waist, his hand wrapping around her like a vice. "You little bitch," he hissed, his teeth bared in a snarl.

Her breath was ragged in her chest as she kicked and struggled, the branch slipping from her grasp. But Kraven's hold was unbreakable, his muscles rippling with power. He tossed her over his shoulder, her body bouncing with each of his angry steps as he carried her back to the glass fortress. The rain washed the tears from Aurora's face, mixing with the mud that caked her skin.

Inside the prison, he threw her onto the plush bed with a force that made her bounce. "You're going to learn your place," he snarled, his eyes burning with fury. Aurora tried to scramble away, but he was on her in an instant, his hand slamming down onto the mattress beside her, his face just inches from hers. "You're not going anywhere," he growled.

With a swift movement, he flipped her over so that she was face down on the bed, her thighs hanging off the edge, her bare bottom exposed to the cool air. The moonlight spilled in through the skylight, casting an ethereal glow over her skin. Kraven's gaze raked over her, lingering on the curve of her hips and the plumpness of her ass. He couldn't resist the urge to mark her, to claim her in a way that would leave no doubt in her mind of who she belonged to.

One hand remained on her back, holding her in place as his other hand rose, poised to deliver the first blow. "You will learn the price of disobedience," he growled, his voice a low, predatory rumble. The sound of his hand connecting with her flesh was like a crack of thunder in the quiet room, the impact jolting through Aurora's body. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut against the sudden sting of pain.

Kraven's hand fell again, and again, each smack echoing through the chamber of glass like the beat of a war drum. Aurora's struggles grew more desperate, her muffled cries lost in the pillow she was face down in. Yet, she couldn't escape his punishing grasp. Each hit was deliberate, precise, as if he were mapping the landscape of her ass with the palm of his hand. He didn't relent, covering every inch of her plump flesh with a crimson blush.

Through the fog of pain, Aurora felt something else, something that scared her more than Kraven's wrath. Her body was responding to the punishment, her pussy growing wet with a traitorous desire that she couldn't understand. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't help the way her hips moved, almost as if they were begging for more. It was like a dance of dominance and submission that she never agreed to participate in.

The rhythm of Kraven's strikes became almost mesmerizing, each one a symphony of pain that sent shockwaves through her body. The sound of his hand smacking against her ass, the way her skin jiggled with the impact—it was a macabre ballet that played out beneath the unforgiving moonlight. Aurora's breathing grew ragged, her moans muffled by the pillow she clutched with desperation. The sting grew more intense with every hit, but so did the strange, dark pleasure that seemed to pulse through her veins.

Her struggles diminished, and her body began to move with the force of his hand. Her ass cheeks jiggled in time with the punishment, the red marks standing out starkly against her pale skin. Kraven's eyes never left her, his gaze drinking in the sight of her submission. He could see the panic in her eyes slowly morph into something else—a mix of anger, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like arousal. The way her hips rolled slightly, the way she bit her lip to stifle a moan—it was as if she were built for this, crafted to be the perfect prey for his desires.

With a final, firm smack, he paused, his hand resting on the hot, throbbing flesh of her ass. Aurora's body was taut with tension, her breathing ragged. Kraven leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You're going to take it," he whispered. "You're going to take all of it, and you're going to love it."

His hand began to caress her, his fingertips tracing the lines of fire he'd painted on her skin. The tenderness was almost too much to bear after the harshness of the spanking. Her body trembled, her legs spreading slightly, giving him the access he craved. He took advantage, one hand sliding down to her slick folds, the other still gripping her bruised flesh.

Kraven's eyes never left hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. She felt his tip probing, and despite the pain, she was wet for him. It was as if her body had been programmed to respond to his touch, to crave his dominance. With a low growl, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Aurora gasped, her body arching with the sudden fullness. The pain from her spanking melded with the pleasure of his entry, creating a symphony of sensation that was almost too intense to handle.

Her ass was still on fire, the sting from his hand a constant reminder of her submission. Yet, it was this very submission that seemed to drive him wild. His thrusts grew deeper, his grip on her hips tightening as he claimed her once more. Aurora's eyes rolled back in her head, a keening cry escaping her lips as he hit a spot that sent sparks of pleasure through her core. It was as if she was a puzzle piece that had been forcibly shoved into place, and now, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Kraven's strokes grew more deliberate, each one designed to elicit a reaction from her. He watched her face intently, the way her eyes fluttered closed, the way her breath hitched in her throat. His free hand slid up to her neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft spot just below her ear. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, the beat of her life pounding in time with the rhythm of their fucking.

The room was filled with the sounds of their mating dance—his grunts, her whimpers, the slap of his skin against hers. It was a cacophony that echoed through the glass prison, a declaration of his dominance. Aurora's body was a canvas of sensations, a battleground of pleasure and pain that Kraven reveled in exploring.

He reached around her, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. The contrast between the pain of her bruised ass and the sweet agony of his fingers on her most sensitive spot was almost too much to bear. Aurora's moans grew louder, her body responding to the dual assault despite her mind screaming for her to fight it.

Kraven's strokes grew faster, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered sweet nothings that were more threatening than any curse. "You're going to come for me," he murmured. "You're going to scream my name and show me how much you crave this."

Aurora's eyes snapped open, a fiery determination in her gaze. She would not give him that satisfaction. Yet, the pressure building in her core was undeniable, a crescendo that she couldn't hold back much longer. Her teeth gritted against the pillow, her body trembling with the effort to resist.

But Kraven was relentless, his thumb flicking over her clit with a masterful precision that sent bolts of pleasure through her. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, a storm brewing within her that threatened to break at any moment. And when it did, it would be a tempest of ecstasy that she feared would shatter her very being.

Her body began to quiver, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Kraven's grip on her neck tightened, his other hand still rubbing mercilessly at her clit. "Do it," he growled. "Come for me."

Aurora's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth digging into the pillow as she fought against the wave of pleasure threatening to drown her. But it was no use; her body had been pushed to its limits, and the dam broke. Her back arched off the bed, a scream ripping from her throat as she climaxed. The orgasm was like nothing she'd ever felt before—intense, overwhelming, and terrifying in its intensity. Her inner walls clenched around Kraven's cock, her body milking him for every drop of pleasure he could give.

Kraven's eyes glowed with triumph, his strokes growing erratic as he chased his own release. He watched Aurora's body spasm beneath him, her legs trembling, her breath ragged. The sound of her climax was music to his ears, a symphony of submission that fueled his own desire. He thrust harder, faster, his need to claim her, to mark her as his own, driving him on.

With a final, primal roar, Kraven reached his peak, his hot seed filling her. Aurora felt the warmth spread within her, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. His weight on her grew heavier, his breaths hot against her neck. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped, the two of them locked in this dance of power and passion.

Slowly, Kraven pulled out, his grip on Aurora's neck loosening. He flipped her onto her back, his eyes never leaving hers as he bent down to claim her mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her submission. Aurora's hands reached up to grip his shoulders, not to push him away but to hold him closer, to anchor herself in this twisted reality where she was both the predator's prey and his willing victim.

Their kiss was a battle of wills, a silent negotiation of power that ended with Aurora's soft whimper. Kraven pulled away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He stood up, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. He grabbed the blanket from the bed, tossing it over her trembling body. "You'll stay here," he said, his voice still a low growl. "I've got some things to take

care of."

Aurora lay there, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She watched as Kraven dressed, the muscles of his back rippling with every movement. Her eyes were drawn to the scars that marred his skin, a testament to the battles he'd fought. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him, this creature of pain and anger.

He turned to her, his expression unreadable. "You're going to stay here," he said firmly, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're not going anywhere."

Aurora's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of mercy, but she found none. Instead, she saw the cold resolve of a hunter who'd captured his prize. With a sense of dread, she watched as Kraven disappeared through the glass door, leaving her alone in the stark, cold cell of a room. The rain continued to fall outside, the droplets racing down the panes like the tears she refused to shed.

Her body was a mess of bruises and throbbing pain, but the warmth of the blanket did little to comfort her. She pulled it closer, trying to shrink away from the reality of what had just transpired. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of rain-soaked earth. Despite her anger and fear, Aurora couldn't deny the lingering thrill of Kraven's dominance. It was as if he had unlocked a part of her she never knew existed—a dark, primal side that craved the very thing she despised.

The silence was oppressive, broken only by the patter of rain and her own erratic breathing. Aurora's mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. Why did Kraven think she was involved in his brother's kidnapping? And why did her body respond so readily to his touch, even as her mind screamed for her to resist? The thought of him returning sent a shiver down her spine, one of both fear and anticipation.

Her eyes grew heavy, and despite the ache in her body and the turmoil in her heart, Aurora couldn't fight the pull of sleep any longer. She curled up under the blanket, her bruised and sore body finding a strange comfort in the soft embrace of the bed. The rain outside lulled her into a restless slumber, the cushioned mattress a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her new life.

When she awoke, the world was bathed in a gentle glow, and the sound of water washed over her like a soothing lullaby. She was no longer lying on the bed, but instead found herself submerged in warm water that lapped at her chin, the scent of amber and vanilla filling her nose. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the figure crouched beside her. Kraven, his muscular frame relaxed, was gently sponging her clean with tender strokes.

Her body felt different—less bruised, less broken. She looked down to find the water tinted pink from the aftermath of their encounter. Kraven's touch was surprisingly gentle, his eyes focused on her with a softness she hadn't seen before. The predator had become the caretaker, a role she never would have expected from the man who had claimed her so brutally.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Kraven's gaze lifted to meet hers, his expression unreadable. "I'm taking care of what's mine," he murmured, his tone almost gentle.

Aurora felt a mix of anger and confusion boil within her. "I'm not yours," she spat, her voice filled with defiance.

Kraven's expression didn't change, his eyes remaining soft and caring as he rinsed the sponge in the water. "You are," he said firmly. "Whether you accept it or not, your fate is tied to mine now."

Aurora's eyes narrowed, her body tensing under his touch. "Why are you doing this?" she asked through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity.

"Because you need it," Kraven replied, his voice still low and gentle. "And because I want to."

Aurora's chest tightened at his words, her anger a flimsy shield against the warmth that spread through her. Despite herself, she felt a spark of something that was definitely not fear as his hands moved over her body. His touch was firm but gentle, almost loving. It was as if he was worshipping every inch of her, memorizing the contours of her flesh as if she were a sacred relic.

The water grew cooler as Kraven continued his ministrations, his gaze never leaving hers. She could see the challenge in his eyes, daring her to look away, to submit fully. But Aurora was a fighter, and she would not go quietly. Her eyes remained locked on his, her spirit refusing to be tamed.

With a final caress, Kraven pulled the plug from the tub, the water draining away with a gurgle that echoed through the room. He lifted her out, wrapping her in a soft towel, and carried her back to the bed. Her legs felt wobbly beneath her, the aftermath of the intense emotional and physical ordeal making her body feel both heavy and weightless.

He laid her down, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to dry her off. His touch was firm yet gentle, as if she was a fragile treasure that could shatter at any moment. Aurora's skin felt alive under his ministrations, her nerves singing with every brush of the towel. The tender care he was showing her was a stark contrast to the brutal force he had used earlier, leaving her even more confused than before.

As the last of the water was soaked up, Kraven took a step back, his eyes lingering on Aurora's naked form. She tried to cover herself, a blush rising to her cheeks, but he simply shook his head. "You don't get to be shy now," he said, his voice a gruff rumble. "You're mine to look at."

Aurora's anger flared, but she bit her tongue. She needed to stay calm, to figure out a way to escape. As Kraven turned to grab her clothes, she took the opportunity to study her surroundings. The room was sparsely furnished, the glass walls revealing the dense forest beyond. There had to be a way out, she just had to find it.

He returned with her clothes, laying them out on the bed with a sense of ownership that made her stomach twist. "Get dressed," he said, his voice still carrying that hint of gentleness. "We have things to discuss."

Aurora complied, her movements stiff and slow. As she slid into her clothes, she felt his gaze on her like a physical presence, the weight of his stare as heavy as the guilt and confusion she bore. She had to keep her wits about her, had to find a way to reason with this madman.

Once dressed, she faced Kraven, her expression a mask of defiance. "Alright, what do you want to discuss?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes still on her. "You need to understand what you've gotten yourself into," he said, his voice a low rumble. "My world isn't like yours. There are no museums, no coffee shops. It's a place of survival, where the strong rule and the weak are prey."

Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her voice steady. "I don't want any part of your world," she said firmly. "Just let me go and I won't say a word."

Kraven chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent chills down her spine. "You think you have a choice?" He leaned closer, his breath warm on her face. "You're mine now, Aurora. Whether you accept it or not, you're a part of this world. And if you want to see the outside of these walls again, you're going to have to accept your new role."

Her eyes searched his, desperation clutching at her heart. "What role?" Her mouth was dry as she asked the question. She just wanted to go home. She'd do what she needed to to achieve that.

Kraven stood up, his towering figure blocking the light from the windows. He moved with a grace that belied his size, his muscles rippling like the fur of the predators he so often mimicked. He didn't answer her immediately, instead he moved to a nearby table, his movements calculated. Aurora's eyes followed him, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.

"You will see, kitten," he finally said, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the very air around her. "Soon. But for now, we eat."

Her stomach growled in protest, a traitor to the fear that held her in its grip. Kraven's smile grew, and he turned to the tray of food that had been brought in earlier. It smelled heavenly, a mix of roasted meats and exotic spices that made her mouth water. Despite her best efforts, Aurora couldn't resist the urge to take a step closer, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the feast.

He handed her a plate, the weight of the silverware feeling oddly comforting in her hand. The food was indeed delicious, each bite a symphony of flavors that danced on her tongue. As she chewed, Aurora couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth spread through her body. It started in her stomach, a gentle, soothing warmth that seemed to ease the knots of tension that had taken up residence there.

But as she took another bite, the warmth grew, morphing into something else entirely. It began to tingle, a warmth that grew into a throb, centered in her core. Aurora's chewing slowed, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. Her body was betraying her again, responding to Kraven's nearness, to the dominance that radiated from him like heat from the sun. She felt herself growing wet, her panties growing damp with arousal. It was infuriating, confusing, and...exciting.

The room grew hazy, and the next thing Aurora knew, she was face down on the table, her cheek pressed against the cool wood. Kraven's hand was in her hair, pulling her head back, his other hand holding her firmly in place against the tabletop. He was deep inside her, hips thrusting at a brutal pace. But it felt so good. So deliciously good.

Aurora's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit back a moan. How could she want this? How could she crave the very person who had taken her freedom? Yet, as she felt the warmth building inside her again, she couldn't deny the truth. Kraven had awakened something in her, something primal and wild that she didn't know existed. Every stroke of his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her quiver and arch her back, silently begging for more.

Her mind was a haze of lust and confusion. Each time she regained consciousness, she found herself in a new, debauched position, with Kraven's powerful body driving into hers without mercy. The couch cushions molded to her form as he took her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the delicious stretch of his thickness filling her up, over and over again.

The smell of the crackling fireplace filled her nostrils, and she felt the heat of the flames licking at her skin as she was bent over the coffee table, Kraven's hips pistoning into her. He held her in place with a firm hand on the small of her back, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of her neck. The occasional pop and crackle of the firewood seemed to punctuate every deep, animalistic thrust he made, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.

Her eyes squeezed shut, Aurora couldn't help but let out a whimper as Kraven's hand found her clit, rubbing it with the same relentless rhythm as his cock claimed her. It was too much, the pleasure and the fear blending together in a toxic cocktail that had her teetering on the edge of sanity. Each time she felt herself slipping over that precipice, she'd open her eyes, only to find the room spinning around her.

And then she was outside, bent over the porch railing, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The rain had stopped, but the dampness remained, adding to the erotic chill that enveloped her. The ground was a blur far below, and she could feel the dampness of the wooden railing pressing into her stomach as Kraven held her in place. His grip was firm, his hands digging into her hips as he thrust the into her with a ferocity that bordered on the violent. The wind whispered through the trees, the leaves whispering secrets that only the predators could understand.

Each bite of the steak he fed her had been a prelude to another round of passionate, claiming sex. The rich flavor of the meat seemed to intensify the haze that clouded her mind, making her want him even more. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with lust as he offered her another piece, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She took it greedily, the taste of him still on her tongue from their kiss.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the only constant being Kraven's powerful body dominating hers. He'd pull out of her, only to slam back in, sending jolts of pleasure through her that made her toes curl. Her legs trembled, and she clutched at the wood of the table, her nails digging into the grain. With each bite of the steak, Aurora felt her inhibitions slipping away, leaving behind only a desperate need for him.

The aphrodisiac had done its work, weaving through her system like a siren's song, making her crave Kraven's touch in a way she never thought possible. For three endless days, they were locked in a dance of passion, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time itself. Aurora's thoughts were a haze of pleasure, each thrust of his cock bringing her closer to a climax that seemed to stretch on forever.

When she finally awoke in the early dawn light, the pain that suffused her body brought with it the stark reality of her situation. She was back in her New York apartment, the soft pillows and familiar scent of home surrounding her. For a brief, hopeful moment, Aurora convinced herself that the entire ordeal had been a twisted figment of her imagination, a feverish dream born of stress and exhaustion.

But as she tried to sit up, a symphony of aches and bruises sang a mournful tune, each movement a stark reminder of Kraven's unyielding possession. The tender marks on her skin were not the tender whispers of a lover's embrace but the indelible brand of a predator staking his claim. She winced, her muscles protesting the sudden shift, and felt the sticky remnants of their passion clinging to her thighs.

Panic began to set in as Aurora's eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of Kraven's presence. The sheets were tangled, the bed a battleground of passion and power. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and something...else. Something that she didn't dare to acknowledge.

With trembling hands, she reached for her phone, finding it buried beneath a pillow. The screen was cracked, but it still worked. The time read 4:33 AM. Her mind raced. How long had she been gone? What had she missed? Aurora's thoughts were a jumble of confusion and dread.

Her eyes fell upon a piece of paper on the bedside table. It was a note, scrawled in Kraven's unmistakable handwriting: "You're mine. I'll be watching." A cold shiver ran down her spine, the words a stark reminder of his dominance.

Aurora stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the intensity of the previous days. She staggered to the bathroom, the cold tile floor biting at her bare feet. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face, trying to wash away the remnants of the haze that clung to her like a second skin. The cool liquid brought clarity, the reality of her situation sinking in like a lead weight.

The idea of the police flitted through her mind, a distant beacon of hope. But what would she say? How could she explain the bizarre turn her life had taken? The words caught in her throat, tangling into a knot of doubt and fear. A man she had encountered by chance in an elevator, a man who had claimed her body and soul, had returned her to her own bed with no evidence of his existence except for the marks that marred her skin and the inexplicable longing that coiled in her belly.

The rain had started again, a gentle patter against the window, a stark contrast to the storm that had ravaged her body just hours before. Aurora stepped into the shower, the hot spray washing away the grime of the past few days. Her mind reeled with the memories, a montage of pleasure and pain that played on an endless loop. Kraven's face, etched with passion and determination, filled her thoughts, his eyes glowing gold like the coins that had paid for her initial deception.

With shaking hands, Aurora applied concealer to the bruises that dotted her neck and chest, careful to cover the teeth marks that stood out like a map of their time together. She pulled on her favorite blouse, the fabric whispering over her tender skin, a gentle caress that made her flinch. The skirt she chose was loose, the fabric brushing against her thighs in a way that made her think of his rough hands. She took a deep breath, forcing the thoughts away as she applied a dash of perfume, hoping to mask the faint scent of musk and earth that lingered.

The bustle of the museum was a welcome distraction as Aurora dove into her work, her mind focused on the artifacts she had devoted her life to. Her colleagues' laughter was a soothing balm to the ache in her chest, their banter a comforting reminder of the world she knew. But even as she chuckled at their jokes and nodded along to their stories, she remained acutely aware of the weight of her secret. Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall, counting down the hours until she could retreat to the sanctuary of her apartment, where she could be alone with her thoughts.

The day passed in a blur, a dance of avoiding mirrors and awkward glances. She felt the phantom touch of Kraven's hands on her skin with every brush of fabric, a ghostly echo of the passionate prison she had just escaped. Yet, as the hours ticked by, she found herself craving the very thing she feared. Her body remembered the heat of his touch, the possessive bite of his teeth, and she couldn't help but wonder when he would come for her again.

That night, Aurora lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her dreams had been plagued by Kraven's visage since that fateful day in the elevator, but she had always woken up with a mess between her legs, a silent confession of her body's traitorous desires. The embarrassment burned through her like a wildfire, leaving her feeling both ashamed and aroused. The sleeping pills she took had become a nightly ritual, a futile attempt to silence the whispers of her subconscious that beckoned for the predator's return.

But one night was different. In her haste to escape the day's memories, Aurora had forgotten the pills. As the first light of dawn kissed her room, she awoke with a start, her body feeling unusually...full. She blinked sleepily, the fog of slumber lifting from her mind. And there he was, Kraven, his dark eyes watching her intently from above, his body a mountain of muscle and sinew pressing her into the mattress.

Her heart leapt into her throat as the reality crashed down around her. The dull ache between her thighs was not a figment of her imagination but the aftermath of his nocturnal visit. His cock was still lodged inside her, thick and heavy, as if staking his claim even in her unconsciousness. Her mind reeled, trying to piece together the moments that had led to this, but the night was a black void, a silent film of stolen moments.

"Good morning, kitten," Kraven's voice rumbled, the smug satisfaction in his tone sending a shiver down her spine. His hand caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "I wondered how long I'd get away with this before you finally woke up while I was still in you." His eyes searched hers, a silent question lingering in the air. Did she remember? Did she know?

Aurora's breath hitched, her eyes darting to the side, trying to find any shred of dignity in the humiliating reality of her situation. Each morning she woke up with wetness between her thighs was not a wet dream. It was Kraven, the hunter, taking her body as he saw fit, even as she lay unconscious and vulnerable. The thought of his powerful form claiming her in the dark hours of the night, her body betraying her mind, filled her with a mix of horror and a confusing, unwanted arousal

.

Her cheeks flushed, Aurora felt his hand on her hip, his grip tightening as he began to move again. The sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out of her was too much to bear. She tried to clench her muscles, to push him out, but her body had other ideas. Instead, she felt herself tightening around him, her walls spasming with each thrust. Kraven's eyes narrowed, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, the beast within him reveling in her unwilling response.

The horror and anger coursing through Aurora's veins mixed with a confusing cocktail of arousal. Her breathing grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut as she bit back a moan. The very thought of her body betraying her filled her with rage, but she couldn't deny the heat building between her legs. It was a cruel joke, one that Kraven seemed all too eager to play.

Her fists clenched in the sheets, the fabric tightening around her knuckles as she felt his cock swell within her. His movements grew more urgent, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered dark secrets of his desire. His hand slid down her side, gripping her hip with a possessive force that sent a bolt of pleasure through her core. Her body responded involuntarily, her inner walls tightening around him as she fought the wave of sensation that threatened to consume her.

Kraven's eyes gleamed with triumph, his grin wicked as he watched Aurora's face contort in a silent scream of climax. Her eyes flew open, locking onto his, the blue irises swimming with gold as he claimed his victory. His hips drove into her, each thrust a declaration of ownership, a reminder of who she belonged to. Aurora's breath came in gasps, her nails digging into the mattress as she tried to escape the pleasure that washed over her. But it was futile, the predator had her in his grasp and she was powerless to resist.

As her orgasm crested, Kraven roared his own release, his hot seed filling her to the brim. He collapsed on top of her, his heart hammering against her chest, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the early morning. Aurora's thoughts were a tumultuous storm, a whirlwind of anger, fear, and a disturbing sense of satisfaction. How could she feel this way? How could she crave the very person who had stolen her agency, who had made her a plaything in his twisted game?

After a moment, Kraven's hand fumbled at his side, pulling something out from beneath the pillow. It was a black velvet box, and the way he looked at her made Aurora's stomach drop. He offered it to her, his fingers brushing against hers as she took it, still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She didn't want to open it, didn't want to accept whatever twisted token of his possession lay inside. But she had no choice.

Inside was a ring. A beautiful vintage style ring with a massive diamond that seemed to suck the light out of the room and refract it into a million tiny rainbows across Aurora's trembling hands. The band was made of some kind of dark metal, cool to the touch, with intricate etchings that looked almost animalistic. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared at the ring, feeling the weight of his intentions pressing down on her.

"What the fuck," she managed to murmur, her voice barely above a whisper. Kraven chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, his chest moving against her with each breath.

"You're not listening, Aurora," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You owe me. You're going to give me what I lost."

Her eyes widened, the ring still clutched in her trembling hand. "What are you talking about?" she whispered.

"My brother," Kraven said, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. "You were there when he was taken. You're the reason I couldn't save him. You're going to give me a new family, Aurora."

Aurora felt a cold chill run through her, understanding finally dawning on her. "You're insane," she spat out, her voice trembling. "I'm not going to marry you. I'm not going to give you anything!"

Kraven's smirk grew, his eyes dark with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You already have," he said, his voice a low purr that sent another shiver down her spine. "You see, kitten, I didn't just fuck you. I bred you. And now, you carry my child."

Aurora's eyes widened in horror, her hand flying to her stomach. It couldn't be true. Yet, deep down, she knew it was. The way her body had reacted to him, the way she had felt different, more...alive. The realization hit her like a sledgehammer, and she felt the world tilt on its axis. Kraven watched her with a sense of satisfaction that made her want to claw his eyes out.

"Wear the ring, Aurora," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "You'll start showing soon."

[vctrvn-ls]

Lisa’s masterlist

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Niko Omilana

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Saturday

summary: you persuade Niko to go clubbing, but things don’t turn out so great.

Happy Baking

summary: baking with Niko and then attending AJ’s party where he goes crazy, leading to a not so pleasant morning.

Murder Mansion

summary: you and Niko are at the fair and he persuades you to go to the haunted house.

Walmart Duster

summary: you get invited to Beta Squad’s “Mafia” , during which Niko can’t stop violating the living cells out of you.

Theraflu

summary: niko gets sick and you just take care of him.

As it Was

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Beta Squad headcanons

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Falling asleep on their shoulder

The guys as The Weeknd songs and why

3am thoughts (ab Niko, Sharky, Aj)

Couple photos (w examples)

Cuddling

On a plane

Being Sick

How’d they react to you crying

Cheating

Flying pt.2

Pets

Types of Clingy

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Sharky

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Pizza in pajamas

summary: Sharky helps you study in return for you agreeing to finally go out and eat with him.

Circles, Post Malone

summary: dancing around the kitchen with Sharky while making pizza.

That One Room

summary: request: maybe something about sharky meeting y/n at kenny's birthday party and then y/n gets really drunk so sharky offers to bring them home and in the end its just all really cute and fluffy and all the boys are teasing him afterwards.

Sharky blurb

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King Kenny

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Gold Digger

summary: guess the gold digger: Kenny edition, where he managed to guess “the one” (you).

An Effort at Romance

summary: a little short in which you tried to do a romantic gesture that ended up flopping because of the weather.

I Love You Too?

summary: you and Kenny get into a heated argument after which you try and take the first step to make peace.

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AJ Shabeel

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Being Parents with AJ

Passenger Princess

summary: AJ being your passenger princess.

Dating AJ (headcanons)

The Spider

summary: Imagine cancelling plans because you and AJ are both scared of the spider in the bathroom and can’t go in to get ready.

AJ draft

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Yung Filly

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General Knowledge

summary: Filly being all touchy and sweet during a general knowledge video (feat. Darkest).

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[instexcamera]

Happy Birthday Mayoi

Warnings: GN!reader, Mayoi cries, handjob (not beta read)

A/N: I actually started this at 3am yesterday and fell asleep while writing then just now remembered it so I finished it. I had also meant to be writing more but I had constant surprises popping up and everything I was writing I just didn't like until this one, I'll try to get something new out soon tho! Also I had to write something for Mayois birthday, been my favorite since I first started

"You did so well today, going on stage by yourself without your unitmates, I wonder what they would think if they could see you now after your event. Clinging to me like a needy pet."

Meeting Mayoi backstage after his birthday event, when all of his fans had left and only he and you remained.

Mayoi would let out a hushed whimper at your cruel words, eyes brimming with unshed tears, the anxiety of the event and his own desires mixing together

His shirt unbuttoned, exposing his pale chest to you and the empty backstage which falls heavily with every stuttered breath he takes.

"I'm sorry, they would probably think I'm some disgusting pervert. Acting like this after my fans leave behind the stage I just preformed on, I shouldn't ever show my face to them again."

Instead of responding to his pathetic self-depreication instead rubbing a hand over the tent forming in his pants

Hiding your amusement when Mayoi's face would turn shocked before quickly switching into one of need, hips rutting against your hand in search of more friction

"Aw, have you not been getting enough attention from everyone else that you have to act so desperate over the simplest touch?"

Before Mayoi can form a response your hands swiftly pull his pants down just enough to wrap one around his half-hard cock, quickly reaching its full length with your help

Starting off with slow strokes, toying with his slit every time you reach the head, enjoying his breathy moans and how he stutters out for you to go faster, wanting to finish

Not giving into his demands right away, teasing him and eventually gripping him at the base, holding back a laugh at the way he jolts and the unshed tears start to fall as he begs for you to continue

"Pl-please continue, although I understand if you don't want too but just this once. I hngh-"

Mayoi would cut himself off, body squirming as you set a new fast relentless pace, mouth unable to form words he so desperately wants

He would be so sensitive, and just a few more flicks of your wrist and squeezing of his tip has his back arching, eyes rolling back as white paints your hand and part of his stomach

"Such a messy boy. But you deserved it today for doing so well."

[sam-is-my-safe-word]

Demon Dreams

Demon!Dean Winchester x Jensen Ackles

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Non- AU, Alternate Universe - No Girlfriends/No Wives, Season/Series 10, Character Bleed, Jensen Is Not Okay, Jared is Jared, Jared Is Worried About Jensen, Demon Dean Winchester, Demon Dean Is An Asshole, Emotional Manipulation, Identity Crisis, Possession, Sort of? - Freeform, Wet Dreams, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Strangulation, Exorcisms, Sexorcism If You Will,

Word Count: 3,201

Summary: Jensen is no stranger to character bleed. But it's not meant to take over your life like this, right?

Notes:

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "you fed my demons" "you created mine" square.

Okay, this is the most fictional thing I've ever written lol. This is an utterly fictional Jensen set in an AU with no wives or children. I am not implying for one single second that anything in this fic actually occured. Nor am I implying Jensen is gay or bisexual. Please don't sue me lol. Also, first time writing RPF/RPS. Still feel some kinda way about it. Be gentle with me (even though I am not gentle with you, my dear readers)

Endless thanks to my beta @runawaydr3amerao3 for all her help in making this so much better than I could have & for her comma wrangling <3 Endless thanks also to @talltalesandbedtimestories for getting me involved in this whole bingo thing & cheering me on <3

Jensen is no stranger to character bleed. It’s happened before. Some characters are just too heavy. 

It’s happened with Dean a few times. Hard scenes that invade his dreams for days afterwards. Character arcs that refuse to leave when he sheds Dean to put Jensen back on and leave him snapping at everyone. 

This is different, though. This is like the character has taken on a life of its own in his head. 

Jensen is no stranger to sex dreams either. He’s a healthy guy in his mid-thirties with no long-term partner and a job that takes up almost all his life. 

Jerking off at 3am because he woke up hard from a dream of some faceless someone riding him like a mechanical bull, and his alarm is going to go off in just over an hour and he’d really like to sleep a little more and sleep won’t happen until he deals with his cock, is just another part of life. 

This is different as well. This isn’t a faceless stranger. He knows the person haunting his dreams. 

Intimately. 

Jensen has dreamed about Dean lots of times. He’s an old friend. 

This is not his Dean. 

~~~

Demon Dean was a challenge. He started out fun to play, a nice mix-up. A chance for extended scenes with Mark, to let out Dean’s inner asshole. A sex scene - awkward - and a fight scene - awesome. The black contacts weren’t fun but overall it was a good time. 

Up until filming the third episode, when he had to act against Jared again, and suddenly Demon Dean wasn’t fun anymore. Then it was hard. Then it was fighting against every acting instinct that came with ten years of Dean, ten years with Jared. 

Not Dean, Sam’s brother anymore; Demon Dean, Sam’s enemy. It was a hard headspace to get into. Chasing Jared around the bunker with a hammer was brutal. He couldn’t even truly lose himself in the character because he still had to direct everyone else. 

Then it was over. Just three episodes and he was free to lose the murder shirt and style his hair properly again. 

And he’s proud of his work. Especially ‘Soul Survivor’. It’s always a challenge to balance actor and director, but he’s thrilled with how it turned out. He made Demon Dean a true threat to Sam, and as long as he doesn’t examine that too closely, it’s okay. 

But it’s been a couple of weeks since they finished ‘Soul Survivor’, and Jensen is still waking up sweating after dreams about black eyes and the words ‘do it’ ringing in his ears. 

~~~

Look, Jensen is a perfectly sane guy. He has a great handle on his mental health, knows the signs of when he needs to reach out. Hell, after ten years of helping Jared, Jensen would say he probably knows more about mental health than most people who don’t actually suffer with mental health problems. 

So while he knows that his dreams of weapons, black eyes and the thrill of the chase are just character bleed, he also knows that he needs to be aware in case they develop into something serious. 

But nothing he knows tells him what to do when he starts to look forward to his dark dreams. 

Jared might be able to help, though. 

So a few days later, when he wakes up hard and aching after dreaming about Demon Dean fucking his throat raw - all while holding a knife to it - after he’s taken care of the problem, he texts Jared - once he’s washed his hands, of course. 

It’s still early, but Jared gets up hours before he needs to, to work out and walk his dogs and generally become a person. A far cry from Jensen, who falls out of bed after four snoozes of his alarm and downs coffee until his eyes open. 

Jensen: You up?

Jared: Yeah, lol. Why are YOU up?

Jensen: Can’t sleep. Can I ask you something? 

There’s a pause and Jensen thinks maybe Jared’s sitting down or something. No one asks to talk at 3:30am. He isn’t expecting the phone to ring in his hand. 

“‘Lo.” 

“You okay? Not like you to be up at this time, never mind asking if you can ask me something.” 

This is exactly what Jensen didn’t want. Now he has to try and explain himself with words instead of text. 

“I’m okay. Just… Do you even dream about Sam?” 

Jared lets out a small laugh; Jensen can hear the relief. 

“All the time, man. All the fucking time. You don’t dream about Dean?” 

“Yeah, I do. I mean… like, weird dreams about Sam?” 

Jared hums. 

“I had a recurring dream that he kept showing up to my high school graduation and glaring at me. Like I was an asshole for finishing school, y’know.” 

Jared chuckles.

“Or when I’ve gone a little too hard on the candy and there’s Sam, staring at me from across a table with a pile of salad in front of him. Like, okay, dude. You’re a health nut, I’m not. That kind of weird?”

God help Jensen, Jared is going to make him spell it out. 

“Not exactly…” 

Jared must hear something in his voice because he starts to laugh, far too loudly for the time of day. 

“Ohhhh… that kind of weird. Jackles, you pervert, you.” 

This was a terrible idea, why did he even message Jared? He’ll never live this down now.

“No, not like- I mean, that kind of weird but not… Stop fucking laughing, Jared.” 

Jared has gone from laughing to belly laughing; Jensen can hear him fighting for breath. 

“I’m sorry...”

“You’re not.” 

“No, I’m not. This is too funny. Hollywood hot-shot Jensen Ackles all in knots at 3am because he had a wet dream-” 

“I fucking DID NOT!” 

He did, though, night after night. 

“Why are you blushing then?” 

“I’m no-” 

Damnit, he is. He can feel his cheeks heating up. 

“It wasn’t a wet fucking dream, Jared. I’m not thirteen, for chrissakes. It was just a weird dream and it kinda freaked me out.” 

“A weird sex dream, you mean.” 

“Yes.” 

Jared is still laughing but it’s starting to die down now. 

“Okay, calm down. Yes, I dream about Sam. Yes, sometimes they’re weird. Yes, sometimes they’re sex-dreams-weird. Hell, I dream about fucking Sam more than I dream about fucking anyone else.” 

Jared sounds perfectly at peace with this revelation, and if it was regular Dean that Jensen was dreaming about, he might get it. 

“I mean, it’s either dream about fucking Sam or dream about fucking you . I’ll take Sam any day.” 

Jared starts fake gagging and Jensen is over this entire conversation. 

“Okay, good talk. Thanks, Jared. I’ll see you in a little while. Let’s just forget this ever happened.” 

“Wait. You know I’m only messin’ with you. You can talk-” 

*Click*

Well, that was a waste of time. Jared sounded sincere at the end, but Jensen is too embarrassed to even try to talk now. Hopefully by the time he has to face Jared in the car, Jared will have found something else to talk about. 

~~~

Jared was smart enough not to bring up the early morning phone call, and after a brief hug and a nod, they were all good. 

Demon Dean, though? He’s dining out on the call, milking Jensen’s embarrassment for all it’s worth. 

It’s a special kind of humiliation when someone is three fingers deep in your ass and you’re moaning like a whore, and they bring up an awkward 3am call you had with your best friend a few days ago. 

“So you think this is weird, huh?” 

Jensen never doubted Dean’s swagger was well earned, but Demon Dean turns it up to eleven. Jensen hasn’t come this hard since he was a teen, and it’s part of the reason he looks forward to these damn dreams, even though they freak him the fuck out. 

“‘Cause you sure seem to like it.” 

Demon Dean twists his fingers and Jensen howls.  

“You like being here, at my mercy. You like when it hurts, when you’re scared. When I take it.” 

Jensen’s hips buck. God, he’s so close. 

“This is where you should be. That pretty face needs to be sucking cock or face down in the sheets.” 

Jensen isn’t eighteen anymore, he’s not new to the scene and insecure about himself. He knows he’s a good actor, a good director, a fucking professional. But something about Demon Dean cuts through all that and suddenly he’s a kid again, doubting everything. It makes him even harder. The pitch black eyes and the waves of menace rolling off Demon Dean make Jensen legitimately scared of him, even though he knows it’s just a dream. 

“Does it feel weird , Jensen?” 

Jensen can only moan in response. It’s so fucking good. 

“Answer me!” 

There’s the cold and heavy weight of a hammer pressing into his Adam's apple, and when Jensen opens his eyes, Demon Dean’s own ice black is all he can see. 

“N…no.” 

He’s rewarded for his answer by a hard thrust in and upwards. He’s right there, he can taste it. 

“N…no.” 

Demon Dean mocks him. 

“No, it doesn’t look like it, either. Looks like you’re having a blast. Cunt so tight around my fingers. Looks like you’re right where you should be.”

Jensen can’t breathe. 

“Say it. Say you feel right here, cunt stuffed full of me.” 

“I…”

“Say it, Jensen. Or I’ll stop.” 

“Fuck. Fuck… I feel right.” 

“That’s it. This is what you’re good for, isn't it? Just a pretty boy to get fucked.” 

“Ju-just a pretty boy to get fucked. Fucking… please!” 

Demon Dean smiles coldly. 

Jensen wakes with a groan, hips still thrusting into the mattress as he soaks the sheets.

More laundry. He should buy more sheet sets. 

~~~

Jared pulls Jensen aside a couple of weeks after the call. They’re out with some cast and crew from that week's episode, just relaxing, having some drinks and blowing off steam after a difficult shoot. 

Jensen really doesn’t want to be there, doesn’t want to be anywhere, really. But he couldn’t refuse, not without prompting more questions. So he paints on a smile, sticks to beer and tries to let the conversations happen around him without getting involved. 

Jared must notice his discomfort and grabs him on a trip to the bathroom. 

“You alright, dude?” 

Jensen sighs internally. He doesn’t want to do this. 

“I’m fine, just tired, y’know.” 

Jared cocks his head a little; looks at Jensen too closely. 

“You wanna get out of here? I’ll split an Uber with you?” 

God yes. But then it will be questions on Monday and he can’t with that. 

“No, I’m good. Besides, you’re having a good time. You don’t gotta leave on account of my old ass.” 

Another head tilt, Jared really can be a puppy at times. Normally, Jensen adores this caring side of his friend. But he’d give anything to have that focus aimed away from him right now. 

“Jen…” 

“I’m fine! Okay. I’m fucking tired, it’s been a long week. Let’s just… get another drink or something. Okay?” 

Jensen didn’t mean for Dean to come out of his mouth then. It happens, but not usually in temper like that. Jared holds his hands up in surrender and lets Jensen walk past him, back to their group. 

~~~

He’s on his knees, Demon Dean’s cock buried in his throat. It hurts, he can’t breathe, but it feels so good. 

“Fuck, that’s it. Choke on it. Gonna get that throat all fucked out.” 

Jensen moans and digs his fingers into Demon Dean’s hips. 

“Gotta help you find Dean’s voice somehow. Know you’ve been having trouble with that.” 

Demon Dean runs a hand through his hair as he says it and Jensen forgets to be offended.

“That’s it. That’s it. Pretty mouth on my cock. Just like it should be.”

~~~

Something isn’t right with Jensen. Everyone can see it. He’s just not present anymore. Not totally at least. He gives it his best on set, but he just can’t seem to find the right headspace anymore. Scenes that he would knock out in two takes, max., are taking six/seven/eight now. 

Jared is beside himself with worry. 

“Jensen, please. If you won’t talk to me, talk to someone, anyone. Please!”

“I’m fine, Jay.” 

Weary smile. Tired eyes. 

“Jensen. Is this about those dreams you were having?” 

“No! Of course not. Anyway, I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Jen…” 

“Night, Jared.” 

~~~

“I should just keep you here, Jensen. In your mind with me, all the time. Think how good it would be, nothing to worry about. Just pleasing me.” 

“Please…” 

“So fuckin’ pretty. Made to be laid out on silk sheets and just fucked . Over and over and over. This is where you should be.” 

“Fuck…” 

“Too much pressure out there. Acting, directing, managing your life. Wouldn’t you rather stay here, just us?” 

“Yes. Fuck yes. With you.” 

~~~

It comes to a head during the filming of ‘The Executioner’s Song’. An absolutely pivotal moment for Dean, and Jensen just cannot get his head in the game. Everyone is frustrated, including Jensen. 

But as always, it’s Jared that breaks the spell in the end. 

“C’mon, dude. Get it together. I’m sick of redoing this scene.” 

It’s said with humour, but Jensen can hear the tension and frustration underneath. 

The words spill out of him, without thought.

“I think I’m gonna quit…” 

Jared just looks at him, slack-jawed. There’s silence for a minute. Thankfully they’re in a quiet corner of the set while the crew resets the equipment… again. 

“What?” 

It’s said so softly, Jensen almost doesn’t hear it. 

“I think… I’m not cut out for this. I should quit. This isn’t what I should be doing.”

Jensen says it calmly, as if he’s pondering what to have for lunch. But when he looks at Jared again, he’s floored by what he sees.

Jared is crying. His eyes are full of tears, one is tracing its way down his cheek. He’s clenching his jaw, but Jensen can see the wobble. Jensen is reminded of filming ‘All Hell Breaks Loose Part II’, wiping away the stray tear that fell as Dean mourned Sam. 

It’s like the fog lifts from Jensen’s eyes. He realises what he just said. 

“Jared…” 

He reaches out to touch his friend, but Jared turns and walks away without a word. 

Jensen just watches, unable to move, as Jared goes to the crew and tells them he needs to go home. The director tries to beg Jared to stay, saying they’re already so behind schedule - a glance in Jensen’s direction at that. Jared is unmoved, though. Jensen hears him say that even if ‘he’ - meaning Jensen again, of course - can get it together, they won’t get anything usable from him today, and he’ll be back on set bright and early tomorrow to get it done. 

Shame, hot and sick, fills Jensen. What has he done… 

Jared has already left by the time Jensen gets his things together. The car that usually drives them both to and from set is waiting for him, though. Jared had said he was going to make his own way home. No one wanted to argue. 

The ride home for Jensen is smothered in thick silence. Not even a goodbye is exchanged with the driver when they pull up outside Jensen’s apartment building. 

What has he done…

What has he let himself become? 

He spends the evening drinking bourbon from the bottle and stopping himself from calling Jared. Even with the early finish, it’s still late - by normal standards - and he’s tired from the day. The bourbon speeds the process along and it’s not long before his head is hitting the pillow. 

Jensen is well into the dream before he realises this is one. It’s almost like lucid dreaming, these nightly visits with Demon Dean. But he’s never tried to control them, just takes what Demon Dean gives to him. 

Tonight, though, tonight he sees through the veil. So to speak. 

Demon Dean is above him, watching him with those blank, black eyes and that cold smile, distorted by the grimace of effort he’s putting into fucking Jensen as hard as he can. He’s got two fingers buried in Jensen’s mouth at the same time and he’s spouting the usual shit, but this time, Jensen knows it’s shit. 

“God, wish I could fuck your mouth and cunt at the same time. Both so fucking tight and pretty.” 

He thrusts deeply and Jensen groans around the fingers before spitting them out in disgust. Demon Dean doesn’t seem to notice. 

“Fuckin’ perfect here, right where you’re meant to be, getting this tight hole fucked sloppy. Just what you’re good for.” 

Jensen snaps, or breaks free. He’s not sure. 

With a roar of anger, he bucks his hips upwards, uses the momentum to shove Demon Dean over onto his back. Jensen goes with him, ends up straddling his waist, feeling Demon Dean’s hard cock resting against his ass, no longer inside him. 

With the demon beneath him, Jensen raises a fist to punch him, break his nose, his cheekbone, his jaw, anything. But those depthless black eyes and that cold fucking smirk stop him. Demon Dean would welcome the violence. Jensen is not a violent man, not unless he has to be. 

He has to be here. Has to take back control in the only way Demon Dean understands. 

He wraps his hand around the throat beneath him, squeezes just a little. Just to test. 

“You fed my demons long enough. No more.” 

The laugh that comes from below him is a little strained, a little wheezy. Jensen brings his other hand up, wraps them both around Demon Dean's neck, thumbs crossing over the Adam's apple. 

“Fed your demons? Jensen, you created mine.” 

Jensen squeezes. Hard. Tight. His arms shake with the effort. The face beneath him goes red, then purple. But the body never fights to break free. The hips under him squirm and thrust. 

Tighter. 

Harder. 

Jensen is sure something is going to pop, unsure if it will be him. 

Right as his arms are about to go limp, unable to hold the tension anymore, he feels the cock behind him twitch, kick and then shoot hot over his ass. When he looks into the face under him, the eyes appear to roll back. 

But instead they just morph to green, the same green eyes he’s seen in the mirror every day of his life. 

His hands fall from his own throat and the body under him takes a deep breath. 

Not Demon Dean anymore, only Jensen. 

Jensen wakes with a shout, his hips churning into the sheets and mattress below him, cock still spurting cum into his boxers. 

He’s soaked in sweat and when he realises what woke him - strangling Demon Dean and watching him morph back into Jensen - he feels new cold sweat break out all over him. 

Is it over? Is he free from Demon Dean’s spell? 

He needs to call Jared… 

But first, where did he put those new sheets?

[blkkizzat]

Omg Kali how are you fine with posting pictures of yourself? What if someone recognizes you? 0_0

Just genuinely curious because I'm someone who's even terrified of sharing I write but I wanna build that confidence

nonnyyyyyy girl just do it!!! i dont even think its confidence i just dont care lolol. plus alot of my friends already know, especially my online gaymer friends haha even if they dont like anime i show them the banners i make cause a few of them are into graphic design too. i mean a few of my close irl friends already know i write smut, my sister was my first beta reader, my mom already thinks i have demons and i showed a few of irl my guy friends the "secret club" in WHB 😭😭 (we were all waiting for doordash thai food at like 3am at the hotel in a friends room and i forgot to do my daily!! and they were right next to me so they got a show lol). plus im a pretty blunt say what i feel person irl. so they know im already insane lol. most know i have a tumblr and that i dont want them to see it, cause they see the notifications on my phone all the time lol. but if my friends did see it, i think i'd only be embarrassed cause i know a few would tease tf outta me lmfaooo but i mean then id get over it lol. like im sure they know its smutty cause they know i write and they know i wont show them or go into details but i just dont think they understand the exact depths of my depravity.

[cloudcountry]

We should have our vacation filler episode feature us in a kayak because we are always in the same boat at this point

(New fanfic tag unlocked ; "no beta we kayak like rubia and auburn")

LMAO FOR SOME REASON I THOUGHT U WERE SAYING WE WERE GONNA DIE ON A KAYAK?????

youre so right actually but PLEASE SLEEP ITS 3AM FOR U IM WORRIED

[momoiis]

HELLO!! NEW FIC ALERT!!!

mizunee and the shinonomes!!!!!

rating: general audiences

warnings: none

category: gen

fandom: project sekai

relationships: mizuki & ena, akito & ena, mizuki & akito & ena, mizuki & akito

characters: akiyama mizuki, shinonome ena, shinonome akito

tags: sfw agere, age regression/de-aging, not sexual in any way shape or form, cg mizuki, regressor ena, regressor akito, sibling banter, but they’re tiny, no beta we die, written for oomf on tumblr

summary:

Ena was on the verge of tears at this point, and the last thing Mizuki wanted was an angry, regressed Ena- who was more than likely to start throwing things. But just as the tears were about to fall-

Knock, knock, knock.

“…Nena?”

☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

more below!!

HIHELLO AGAIN!! its 3am i just finished this. good morning to me

this fic was requested by the epic @ilovemizuena!!!! ty again for the req this was sooo much fun to write. i hope u dont mind that i added lil akito in here,,,,, im a huge sucker for sibling banter sorry :,3

anyways ::p that aside i hope u all enjoy the fic weeeeee ^_^

[bluesylveon2]

for the 500 follower special, idia + 75?

I love how all of my gamer knowledge reappeared as I was writing this lol.

Prompt: 75. I’m an insomniac who calls my best friend at 3am except I misdial on my landline and I tell you all about my nightmare before letting you talk and now I’m mortified but you don’t hang up (I changed it a bit)

Note: Modern au. Fainaru Fantajī XV is Final Fantasy 15 but in Japanese. I was gonna use FFXVI but idk how the story goes and I might just watch it on Youtube lol. I DO know the story for FFXV and I love it so much

Word Count: 959

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters

500 Follower Event

Idia's day typically goes as follows: 1. Wake up, 2. Collect his dailies, 3. Stream in his room for hours (while snacking during it). 4. Use the bathroom. 5. Eat sweets, 6. Stream again. 7. Stream. What's sleep anyway?

Idia sighed after setting his headphones down. He just finished playing the latest Fainaru Fantajī XV game since its release. His body ached from the long sitting position, but it was all worth it for him. The story was good, and the gameplay was phenomenal! Idia needed to tell someone about it!

Usually, he would rant about it to Ortho. Still, his little brother was currently out of town because he was starring in a movie with the Vil Schoenheit. Idia was proud of his brother and wanted to keep his much-needed rest. 

Idia grabbed his phone and sorted through his list of friends.

Azul? No, he would only talk about board games. 

Riddle? No, they both had a mutual dislike for one another. 

Cater? HECK NO! NO NORMIES! (Idia made a mental note to delete his number later. How his contact information got on his phone was a mystery.)

Lilia? Idia's eyes widen. Yes! Lilia was perfect! They both share a love of games and often play co-op together. Surely he would be awake at, Idia glanced at the time, 3 am! Idia quickly typed his number, too excited to click on Lilia's number, and brought the phone to his ear. 

"Hello?" A clearly feminine voice replied, but Idia had already started his passionate ranting.

"Lilia! Did you get to play the newest Fainaru Fantajī XV game?"

"Who is-"

"I love the open world concept, and did you see the Regalia? That car screams luxury, and it has to be my dream car. I need to get one ASAP. That would show those lame normies I deal with, ugh."

"Lilia" laughed but continued trying to speak, "That's nice, but-"

"And the chemistry between the main characters! Luna was pretty, I guess? Lowkey women still scar me after the whole Eliza incident." Idia shivered at the memory of his "self-proclaimed" (and crazy) girlfriend (it was one-sided, and Idia didn't consider her his girlfriend anyway) in high school. Never again. "But the bond between Noctis and the other guys was top-notch! It made the gameplay even better!" Idia sighed and leaned back in his chair. "If only Noctis survived to the end, ya know? I guess the developers loved angst. The song choice at the end was the cherry on top. I actually shed a tear."

"Uhh, that's very interesting, but who is this?" "Lilia," asked, and Idia frowned. Now that he was partially done with his rant, he noticed the strange pitch in his friend's voice.

"Lilia, it's me, Idia. You know? The super cool guy who you spend playing League with. Are you sick? Your voice sounds off."

"I don't know a Lilia. My name is Yuu, and no, I am not sick. I am very healthy." Yuu's voice replied, and Idia froze. OH NO, NO, NO

"YOU'RE A GIRL?"

He could imagine the stranger frowning and thinking he was some creep. "Yes?"

"Eep!" Idia squealed and immediately pressed the big red "end call" button. He threw his phone at his bed, jumped face down on his bed, and groaned loudly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You just embarrassed yourself in front of a stranger! In front of a girl!" Idia was ready to bury himself in a hole.

Idia's phone rang just as he made the decision to do it. He groaned at the annoying ringtone, picked it up, and brought the phone to his ear without checking the caller ID. 

"Hello?"

A female voice laughed. "You hung up on me, Idia."

"Ah!" Idia screamed. He looked at his phone and raised his finger to hang up the call.

"Wait! Don't hang up!" Yuu exclaimed, causing Idia to freeze. He slowly brought his phone back to listen. The girl sighed after a minute passed. "Look, before you hang up again, I wanted to say that I love that game too."

Idia blinked, and his mouth opened in shock. "Y-you do?" he managed to say and wanted to facepalm.

Yuu laughed. "I'm not far into the game, though. I got distracted by fishing and playing with chocobos."

Idia felt himself relax, and he laughed with Yuu. "They are adorable. I liked racing them."

"Me too! Hey, Idia, can I ask you something?"

"Uhh, sure…What is it?"

Yuu sighed, and Idia could hear some shuffling on her end. She was probably adjusting herself to get comfortable. "Can you tell me more about the game? I need some help getting through it and would like some advice."

Idia felt a smirk grace his face. "Of course, you would need my help. I'll help you beat all the bosses with 0 deaths. You're good to talk for tonight?"

Yuu chuckled. "Yeah, I don't have anything planned. Oh great, Idia. Give me your wisdom." 

Idia ended up not sleeping that night but made a new friend instead. 

Bonus:

"I heard the Child of Man made a new friend." Malleus looked up from his Gao Gao Drakon-kun to speak to his father.

Lilia paused his game and turned to Malleus. "Oh? Did she say who?"

Malleus nodded. "It's actually your friend Idia. The one you often play games with." He said and gestured to the monitor that currently had Fainaru Fantajī XV. 

Lilia smiled, feeling happy for his friend. "What a coincidence. It is a small world, after all."

Malleus nodded and smiled, thinking about Yuu's happy rant that morning after staying up to talk to Idia before passing out from exhaustion. He was also delighted for her that she had met him. "Indeed it is."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[conanssummerchild]

with angsty episodes in community theres some where i can watch and go yess >:) the angst i love it (virtual systems analysis), some that i watch and think that sucks :( i hate that what a dick move (basic rv repair and palmistry), some that make me go oh no thats sad :( (abeds uncontrollable christmas), some that put me in genuine distress (contemporary impressionists and digital exploration of interior design to pillows and blankets) and some that make me uncomfortable and feel icky (bondage and beta male sexuality) there was no real purpose to this post its 3am and im stating my sleepy oponions thank u for coming to my ted talk

[doodlebugdrawz]

its 3am and ive become a beta reader sighs (i enjoy this though)

[epersonae]

Tagged by my bestie, sometimes beta, always cheerleader @emi--rose. Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. (I'm going to follow her lead and tag one with each fic.)

There’s a flash in Ed’s eyes, jaw working with unexpressed tension. (end up several worlds away) (the missing scenes sequel to for the benefit of all the broken hearts, this chapter is about Ed and Mary.) tagging @knotwerk for the comment today that was TOO LONG FOR AO3, god bless.

It’s one of those rare weeks when they’re not just in the same time zone, not just under the same roof, but under their roof. (for the benefit of all the broken hearts) (my surprisingly long fix-it sequel to the weird and wonderful meta-fiction sort-of-but-not-RPF Water Flowing Underground) tagging @veeagainsttheday for excellent betaing and critical reassurance early on in the project.

Stede loves camping. (BIGFOOT STOLE MY HUSBAND) (idk it's modern AU monsterfucking I GUESS) gotta tag @mxmollusca for this one.

It all started when Stede took Ed to be his plus one at his ex-wife's wedding. (Commit to the Bit) (modern AU where Ed and Stede talk themselves into getting married as a bit; reader I lived this one) tagging @nekosd43 who is not a pirates person, but who was a very good friend to me and Ryn and honestly part of how we originally got to be friends, what with all their excellent taagnus writing.

Thing is, once he gets a break from the routine (wait around, raid, drink, cry, repeat) he doesn't really want to go back. (can't cross the same river twice) (part 3 of "the devil's threeway", a very weird way to get to a reunion fic but I think it works) tagging @chuplayswithfire who kept giving me good ideas for this series.

Later, much later, Stede realizes he can divide his life into two parts, split by that exact moment: when by all rights he should have been dead, gut-stabbed and strung up, and instead the most beautiful man he’d ever seen strolled up to him through fire and smoke and men screaming. (Hungry for love, ready to drown) (me @ me: jfc that's a longass sentence) (Stede POV canon retelling, my very slow love letter to canon. YES the next chapter is on its way, I just finished an editing pass that it very much needed before actual betaing) tagging @red-sky-in-mourning because things they have written or reblogged are DEFINITELY in my project notes.

He has to cut him off. (A secret third thing) (oh look more Stede POV retelling! this time of Water Flowing Underground: I woke up at 3am less than a week after reading WFU with the beginning of this fic.) tagging @gaypiratebrainrot for writing the thing that melted and reformed my brain, and because this fic ended up being the start of a very good friendship.

It turns out there is a second fucking pirate ship trying to board this stupid little Dutch freighter. (Cannonball) (part 2 of devil's threeway, this is the one where Ed gets together with Anne Bonny and Mark Read and also cries a lot) tagging @adreamingofguns, who hasn't written any gay pirates fic, but who has a Special Interests in pirates and contributed to my thoughts about Mark.

It’s not that he prefers the beard, exactly. (nice either way) (the tiny Beard Discourse fic) tagging @blakbonnet for beard discourse reasons.

For Frenchie, that afternoon has the unreal quality of a dream as he sits cross-legged on the deck of The Revenge sewing an addition to Blackbeard’s flag. (what makes me kind) (rest in pieces, this fic) (listen. I had an idea. I had a LOT of ideas. but I kept getting sidetracked. see: everything else on this list. someday? weirder things have happened but idk. if nothing else someday I might just post all the fragments I have written, because some of them I do like very much.) tagging one of my favorite post-S1 longfic writers, @not-nervous-jester. (who has actually finished theirs! two of them!)

[firstprince-ao3feed]

so american

by echeol alex might just be in love with henry, freaks out about it despite being in a relationship with the aforementioned man, freaks oht about it, shenaninagans ensues Rated Teen and Up because of mentions of sex and swearing but its very light and short Words: 812, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 10 of Echo's 3AM messy brainrots Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Nora Holleran, Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Nora Holleran, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran Additional Tags: Fluff, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Minor June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran, Chaotic Nora Holleran, nora holleran is the only one with braincells, Not Beta Read, Soft Alex Claremont-Diaz via https://ift.tt/OHwJnc0